Vanessa rolled to her side, bending in pain, and caused one of the camera slaves to fall. The bound maid managed to struggle back onto her feet without the help of her arms while Vanessa stayed in a foetal position on the ground, sobbing. Grand Mistress Gillian let her. She was going to give her a real reason to cry soon enough. “Mistresses and Masters, for the first demonstration we will use a wooden pole with a rounded tip, just like in the old days. This way the pole won’t pierce internal organs but push them away and the victim will last for dozens of hours.” On the stage’s right side Inferior Mistress Zo?
ulled a black cover from an upright object. A smooth, wooden post appeared, one and a half metres in height and nine centimetres in diameter, with a pointed, but at the last centimetres rounded tip. The Grand Mistress forced Kate to her trembling feet and pushed the reddish-blonde slave towards the post. Kate’s tries of resisting were more than weak. Thanks to the stimulant her mind was receptive for more pain, but her physical strength had been scourged away. Chains with manacles were fasten to a D-ring on the back of her collar, then Kate’s hands were cuffed most painfully into some kind of reversed prayer and rested between her shoulder blades. A gallows with a pulley swivelled round and lowered its hook.
One of the camera slaves succeeded an excellent shot of Kate’s face and it was presented as a close-up on the screens. So everyone could see the cold horror in her expression when the Grand Mistress showed her how she would be fixed to the hook. The redheaded tormentress looped the barbed wire She held in Her hands three times round each breast’s base. The spiked metal acted like a chainsaw before it nestled deeply to the tit-flesh. The crude thorns draw fresh blood, finding raw holes from the scourging or opening new ones. Kate cried and breathe stertorously while her maltreated breasts bulged out in a colour between pink and purple. The rising pressure forced additional blood out of the multiple wounds.
Between the breasts, over her sternum, the wire crossed itself a few times and the Grand Mistress hooked the pulley’s chain to this junction. “Rise and shine!” It was a sight of fascinating cruelty as the beaten woman was slowly lifted by the pulley. She arched her slashed back into a luscious bow and rose to her tiptoes, clenching her teeth while her broken ribs were scratching the surrounding tissues. But the draw at her breasts was merciless, and with a scream Kate lost contact to the ground. Like an answer a similar scream came from Vanessa, witnessing her lover’s ordeal. The blonde slave was now on her knees with the Inferior Mistress holding her by her collar.
At first Kate wriggled in vain to find hold again. But when the movement caused the barbed wire to sink deeper into her flesh she ended her efforts. Meanwhile the pulley had stopped and the woman dangled only two inches over the concrete surface. Grand Mistress Gillian grabbed Kate’s right lower leg, and the suspended slave started to kick again. “Stop struggling or I hang Vanessa to your feet by her own breasts and pull you both off the ground!” Her victim croaked but kept still as the seductive torturer bend Kate’s knees and bound each ankle to the matching thigh with broad leather straps. The posture created by combination of the cruelly bound arms and the frogtied legs gave the slightly swinging woman something hovering.
But this ethereal lightness escaped Kate’s notice as she was lifted again. Her centre of gravity’s changing now stressed her flesh even more and she emitted a shrill cry as her mangled breasts started to tear at the underside. To the crowd’s delight fresh blood poured on the slave’s belly like a red curtain. The gallows turned and the howling woman was positioned over the pole. Slowly the wire-bound victim was lowered and, stepping behind the post, Grand Mistress Gillian parted Kate’s arse cheeks to guide the hidden entrance precisely onto the rounded tip. The Grand Mistress had already seen that both slaves’ arseholes were sexily swollen, Vanessa’s due to the irrigation of the anal hook, Kate’s by the glowing kiss of the soldering iron. Nevertheless the barbed-wired whore in front of Her was far too deep in tit-pain to react to her beginning rectal reaming.
The first two centimetres went in rather unnoticed, but then the tip passed a diameter of an inch. The inner and outer sphincter muscles reacted with pain strong enough to reach the slave’s brain and Kate tasted the first delights of dry impalement. As the pulley’s chain was given slack, the woman’s own body weight forced her mercilessly down the pole. At first slowly, then rapidly her pain shifted from tits to arse. And once again the changing loading of her body let her splintered ribs send red hot spears through her flanks. Both video screens showed simultaneously her journey back to earth. On the left one the reached depth in the metric system was faded in, on the right screen values in imperial measures informed about the impalement’s progress.
Being no stranger to hard backdoor abuse, Kate suppressed new screams for the next four centimetres. But then she trembled with a long agonised wail. Opened up to almost two inches now, her over-violated rosette started to tear, and lubricating blood speeded up the awful invasion. When the first five inches had disappeared in the tight darkness of Kate’s anus, the conical tip passed over to the post’s cylindrical form. Grand Mistress Gillian was pleased to see the wooden stake’s full thickness in action now. “Nine centimetres across, that are about three and a half inches! I guess she feels opened and stuffed at the same time!
” Now that the poor hole was stretched to the pole’s full diameter, the invading wood’s length was responsible for Kate’s further torture. The post soon reached the end of her ampulla recti and forced its way into the lower part of the colon, tearing at her anorectal junction. In a most painful act the bent tube of the colon sigmoideum was straighten out and stretched over the pole like a organic condom over the far too big phallus. The tortured bowels reacted with terrible cramps which dipped the body’s inside into molten agony. Kate desperately tried to stop her movement by pressing her bloody thighs and calves against the post but slipped away on the even surface, again and again. Thin rivulets of venereal fluids ran down the horrible shaft, but inside Kate’s plugged viscera a considerable amount of blood was impregnating the smooth wood. Twelve, then thirteen inches were displayed to the encouraging audience.
Kate breath between her unsteady screams was stertorous and shallow. Involuntary she inclined to the right to lessen the ripping in her body as the post continued the occupation of her colon descendes, which ran vertically in her left side. And still her own weight forced the woman inexorably further onto the pole, slower now, but also much crueller. The linings of her digestive system stuck like rubber on the wooden invader and though the pole was smooth, the surface felt like being covered with acid sandpaper. The increasing adhesion interrupted the sliding motion of Kate’s body. Now she would travel the last part by gradual jerks, experiencing the final inches as excruciating hammer strokes. She went down an extreme painful inch, then stopped, just to take another one, then screamed with torn vocal chords, then received an half inch of wood, then another half inch – and staid.