The vertical rod was, nobody would be surprised, unbearably hot. Tilting her body too far to the left, the invader burned the vagina’s right inner side, arching her body too far to the other direction, the left of her love canal got kissed. When she was in luck, the rod rested against one of the speculum’s prongs and her were given some seconds until the heat had travelled through the gynaecological instrument. But after endless minutes under this torment, the speculum was cruelly heated up by the touches and hot air had filled the madly crying girl’s cavity. Her pain-torn face could be made out under the strict latex mask filling the video screens. The hissing sound of vaporising urine sizzled extra-loudly from the big loudspeaker cabinets. The spectators roared with delight, flashlights of photo cameras and mobile phones flared up.
By putting Her index finger on Her smiling lips, Grand Mistress Gillian told the audience not to give a hint to the victim. She handed Master Hektor a razorwhip, the very same instrument that had sliced up Vanessa, and it was still bloody. The poor, disoriented slave, insanely squirming during her awful gymnastics, didn’t even know what was coming for her. One lash over her belly, and she screamed in searing pain, multiply opened up and again burning on the rod. One lash over her breasts. Now her blood was running freely. One lash between her most extremely spread legs.
The razor chains avoided the undesirable contact with the pole; the blades could get damaged. Instead, the metal tails kissed the shaven crotch’s soft front, each one licking blood. The shriek was inhuman. The audience uttered “Oohhh” and “Aahhh” as Master Hektor held a fifteen-centimetre nail in the air. He went to the beam behind the pain-overloaded ballerina and ran the nail’s tip over her left foot’s sole. The slave hyperventilated behind the gag under her mask and the brute set the tip to the sole’s middle. Twisting left and right, He literally drilled the first centimetre of metal into the girl’s pained flesh.
Blood spluttered. His victim was in true agony now and He changed His tactic. Pressing with both hands and His full body weight onto the nail’s head, Master Hector forced the steel almost completely through the foot, scratching bones and ripping muscles – and tearing the medianus nerve. One powerful hit with a hammer, and the nail was driven into the beam. The girl was close to be torn away from consciousness by lack of oxygen and extreme pain, so Master Hektor hurried. Nail number two was presented. This time, on the instep of the right foot, He used the heavy hammer right from the start.
A wet, nasty splash could be heard, but the sound of splitting bones was muffled by the pierced flesh and howled away by the ballet-slave’s last, horrible noise. “Master Hektor, split-crucifixion!” the charming Grand Mistress proclaimed with true admiration. The spectators cheered and applauded. The few with seats gave a standing ovation. The maybe dead girl hung limp to the left side, smoke was emerging from the vaginal orifice. Hastily the nails were removed by slavemaids, then the stage was cleared from the beams, the victim and most of her blood.
While the mono-glove armbinders contorting their limbs, the camera slaves captured the arrival of the next protagonists. “I have the honour…” The crowd became silent when Grand Mistress Gillian started to speak again. “..
.not only to present You the just elected ‘Torture Of The Year’ but furthermore perform this with an absolute majority voted activity with the help of two very lovely young ladies. Applause!” Encouraged by the Inferior Mistress’ cattle prod, Kate and Vanessa limped up the stairs which let them enter the stage from between the video screens. The hundreds of people hesitated a moment, then loudly gave vent to their enthusiasm and whistled at the two bloodied blondes. They had expected untouched slaves, ready to be taken down on stage from start to end. Instead the gorgeous Grand Mistress presented them warm gore on tender skin; red on white, every welt outlining the female attributes.
Ready to suffer only for suffering. Just like a slavegirl should be when having arrived ultimate torment. From the moment the stimulant had flooded her system, it had created terrible effects to Vanessa’s mind. The pain, the sensation of being pained, had become most invasive. In the so created paranoid condition she already had felt the razorwhip before it’s chains had slashed her flesh. Now, standing on the stage in glistening spotlights, the drugged up girl was highly confused. From the darkness beyond the massive concrete structure faceless creatures thirsted after her.
At least, she saw Kate standing next to her – and wished in the same moment she hadn’t. Her sweet lover had been heavily scourged, too. There was no part of her body below her neck that wasn’t covered with lacerations and contused wounds. Black and blue marks disfigured her flesh where the skin mercifully hadn’t popped open under the whip weights. Kate’s right nipple had been nearly cut off. Clotting blood formed a broad sickle in her aureole. With the gruesome wound a little deeper or with just another stroke to the target, her breast would had become nippleless.
Vanessa turned her head away. Knowing what her Katie had endured was by far the worst torture for her. Against her will, the Italian looked down at her own body. Her flesh was decorated over and over with uncounted welts and purple bruises. Cuts and tears, some of appalling depth, allowed her blood to run freely. She also was still bled slightly from the pussywhipping, her inner thighs completely covered in red. The Grand Mistress was highly pleased with Her assistant’s work.
This bitch Kate had never looked more beautifully…till know. She spoke to the audience again: “On this two beauties here we are going to perform the following torment in a traditional and in a new way…
The ‘Torture Of The Year’ is: ” She made a dramatic pause… “Anal Impalement!” Rejoicing echoed trough the turbine house. Vanessa registered her ability to see colours fading as the silent fear let her blood pressure drop. Soon it would rise again, to unknown heights, driven by pain and panic.
Before her weakening knees could fail her, the Inferior Mistress pressed the blonde into doggy style position in the middle of the stage. Kate had to kneel in front of her fellow sufferer. The Italian heard Grand Mistress Gillian’s velvet voice. “Lick her, and lick her good! She’ll need it!” Vanessa knew there wouldn’t be no other lube for her lover. So she reached out with her blistered tongue to moisten Kate’s tormented anus.
It was not the first time she made love to another girl’s rear hole, changing oral attention into anal pleasure when allowed by the Grand Mistress. But today the young slave performed a very poor rim job. Her dry mouth didn’t even provide enough salvia to wet itself, and the pain-crazed woman in front of her wasn’t able to open up her clenched, swollen rear hole. “Oh, pleeeaase, Katie, relax! Don’t make it even harder for both of us” Vanessa thought. She furtively licked Kate’s clit trying to spend at least some pleasure, but this action was immediately detected. The Grand Mistress kicked her in the ribs.