We are going to enjoy all our favourite tortures again!” Vanessa laughed humourlessly. “Maybe I should even hope to get snuffed!” Kate had been silent for a while. Now she said: “How they are going to transport us? By car?” – “Last time they did.
” – ” Maybe we could escape, once we are outside the area.” “No chance. We’ll be bound most tightly and be heavily gagged. Besides, do you know the flaxen-haired runaway, who’s almost did it to the inner fences before she was caught?” “The Grand Mistress have sliced her Archilles’ tendons.” “Yep. And the tendons in both her knee hollows.
” Vanessa meanwhile has calmed down: “The Latvian? But I’ve seen her afterwards. She clearly had been dragged through hell, but walked more or less normally.” “Grand Mistress sliced the tendons LENGTHWISE, splitting them on a length of four inches – as a first and final warning.” “IRRGH!” “A single act of mercy.” “You are overhearing a lot.
” Kate’s voice housed a strange tone. She didn’t trust the teenager bound in front of her. Maybe Michelle lied about the microphones, or maybe the Grand Mistress didn’t need any microphones to get informed. The brunette had broken the silence first, was talking carelessly, trying to motivate Vanessa and herself to do the same. If Kate would find out that Michelle was a little spy, she would hurt the small sweetie till she pukes her ovaries. “You are right. Grand Mistress likes to have me around Her.
” “What are you to Her? Some kind of pet?” “I think so. Her little pony. Being a ponygirl is my fetish. Maybe I’m something like a mascot, I guess.” “And you like that?
!” “I’m not entitled to decide that. Let me say so: I consciously agreed to be abused against my will.” Vanessa couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You VOLUNTARY let the Grand Mistress enslave you to become a ponygirl?! You ARE crazy!
” Michelle hopped again to get a little less uncomfortable. “I was young and stupid and didn’t knew what I let myself in for. Besides, I started as a normal slavegirl. In those days I was not yet sure about my…penchant.
So I didn’t tell Her, especially not when things went out of control, at least out of MY control. And now I’m Grand Mistress favourite ponygirl, Her sweet ‘Beauty’, since three years.” “How did She find out about your liking?” Vanessa asked. “What do you think? She tortured me and I confessed. She put me on The Rack, then stretched me till my shoulders popped out; just for fun.
I had already talked when She had racked me with three or four notches. Such a small body like mine hasn’t much length tolerance.” – her chains rattled – “I’m feeling it right now again…ponygirl..
.” she said more to herself, “luckily I’ve never had intentions to be a toilet slave.” Kate still wasn’t free of doubts: “Why had you been at our torture session?” “Because it had been the will of Grand Mistress.” Michelle paused a moment, then mewed pertly: “Are you trusting me now? Or would you like to kick me some more?” “One more thing: I’m a little confused.
..” – “I can tell!…Ouwahh!
” – “CONFUSED about your more than three years lasting enslavement: How old are you?” “26.” Both Vanessa and Kate stammered incredulously, recalling the childlike, heart-shaped face with the innocent features and the big brown eyes. “But you are looking like fifteen!” Vanessa was truly amazed. “I know. I think, that’s why Grand Mistress dotes on me so incredibly; Her super-sweet little filly.
” Traces of resignation could be heard in Michelle’s voice. Cold neon-light flared up, hurting their eyes. “Quit!” Vanessa hissed. LOADING ZONE Grand Mistress Gillian was in stress the whole day. In the early afternoon She had raced the 80 kilometres from the Heaven’s Gate Exhibition to Her Domicile of Pain in under forty minutes to check things at home – among other things to make sure that Her tonight’s actresses start off on their journey in a suitable way. The whole week She had been busy and hadn’t left the HGE-area.
First She had prepared Her own presentation (as exhibitors, She and Her staff had rooms near the fair halls at their disposal), then had coordinated the supply with fresh flesh for Her shows. She had to call for replacements till the accumulator of Her cell phone had been red hot. The first two days of the fair had been mostly occupied with slave auctions, but the last three traditionally had seen untold bloodbaths. At least Grand Mistress Gillian had been able to transact some very advantageously sells and buys at the slave market. Now the Grand Finale was near, and the Master promoting the exhibition had asked Her to be His Mistress of Ceremonies and furthermore to carry out the penultimate part of the main event. Grand Mistress Gillian just had the perfect subjects in mind for this occasion..
. She opened the small steel door leading to the platform, followed by two slavemaids. With strained muscles under stretched skins carrying lusciously the fading marks of glorious whipping sessions, Her three beauties half hung, half stood in the hard neon-brightness. Light covers of fresh, odourless sweat accentuated their quivering bodys’ details. With an electric hum the outer roller shutter opened to let in a huge black van with tinted windows. The car, leaded by yellow markings on the concrete ground, drove backwards up to the platform’s edge, then stopped. Roaring sounds escaped the four tailpipes, indicating a massively souped up V8-engine.
The gate came back down, and the frightening vehicle was trapped tightly between roller shutter, platform and right wall. The left front door opened and the dark-haired driver, one of the Inferior Mistresses, got out. Her slim body looked mouthwatering in Her skin-tight black leather skirt, matching jacket and boots. The young woman approached and jumped onto the platform; a risky venture wearing five inch heels. She opened the tailgate a bit and stepped back to let it swing up. Being last in the file Vanessa saw least of all, but what she saw let Kate’s earlier considerations of escape appear laughable. From the outside the big car with its huge black rims looked more or less like a normal Mercedes-Benz Viano.
But the bigger engine and the reinforced drivetrain were the most harmless modifications. The German van had been transformed into a high-security transporter. The passenger’s sliding doors had been weld-shut to the car body. Behind the front seats a steel partition had been installed. A lockable spyhole and a camera informed the driver about the wellbeing of the involuntary fellow passengers. Walls, floor and roof were lined with additional steel plates. Behind the original tailgate a high-grade steel grille came to light.
The Inferior Mistress opened it, too, and the slavemaids took Michelle from her hook and removed her bounds. Immediately the cute brunette kneeled down. “Prepare the next one! I’ll do my little darling myself,” the Grand Mistress ordered. She walked towards Her submissive pet, Her six-inch-heeled stiletto boots clicked cruelly on the concrete. The gleaming latex of Her black (what else?), ultra-tight cat suit reflected the neon-light in a diabolical manner.