Vanessa whined loudly, her guts suffering an inner burning of unknown fierceness. The volume and weight of the metal parts inside her viscera created the sensation of an abnormal, hellish constipation. And still the Grand Mistress was feeding more and more into her bowls. The sodomised girl was being penetrated deeper than ever as the phallic device conquered new territory. The vehemence of her nausea was overwhelming and she vomited water and bile. The mixture, bitter and clear, ran down her chin and dripped hotly into the wounds of her chest. The Italian’s colon descendes was brutally attacked, the Winder now describing an “S”.
In her body’s left side this torturous instrument forced its way towards her rib cage. Vanessa’s horrible screams were only interrupted by dry heaving. Her bound lower legs waved like a mermaid’s fish tail, a most sexy sight for the spectators. Grand Mistress Gillian let Her slave struggle and listened to her beautiful screaming-voice while finishing the intense invasion. the terrible device was almost completely inserted into the agonised girl, the rectal ring was tightly gripping the last segment. The first element, however, was settled in Vanessa’s colon transversum, the part of the intestines that ran from the right to the left, directly under the diaphragm. That was DEEP.
The Grand Mistress relished the sight of the cramping, sweat-covered blonde, so did Her audience. But there was so much more to come. “That was the easy part.” She put a hand on the camera slave’s shoulder to make the obedient girl kneel. On the video screens every detail of Vanessa’s stuffed hole became visible. “Please notice some interesting properties of this instrument,” the Grand Mistress started to explain with a meaningful voice. “The end of the last segment is designed as a hand wheel to operate a little winch inside.
This winch tightens the steel cable on which the segments are lined up. When the cable runs out of its slack, the segments are pressed to each other and align with a tolerance to the sides of two millimetres. This way the Winder looses all its flexibility and straightens out.” Vanessa was in far too much pain to grasp the meaning of Grand Mistress Gillian’s words, but the cheering spectators turned out to be fans of innovative techniques. “Though all the intestines are clenching around the Winder, there is still a little mobility.” She proofed it by twisting the end that stick out of the girl’s rectum. It resisted like being trapped in hard rubber while Vanessa emitted a high-pitched shriek.
“To give it some extra hold, spring-loaded spikes will pop up from the last cylinder when I do this…” The Grand Mistress actuated a lever near the hand wheel. Thin, sharp spikes radially pierced Vanessa’s sphincter and engaged the intruder into the stretched muscle rings. A fresh scream, long and rough, hinted at the extreme pain that was hitting the poor blonde. “The spikes went in one and a half inches deep for stabilisation, so one hand is enough for turning the hand wheel.
” Although the orifice was cruelly plugged up, some blood trickled out and ran along the slave’s cleft towards her back. The Grand Mistress caught a few drops of it with Her index finger and wrote a red “3” onto the white, but bruised and cut skin at the back of Vanessa’s left thigh. “Three full turns of the wheel are needed to let the Winder become fully erect.” The picture of Vanessa’s tummy was sent to the left screen by a standing colleague of the still kneeling camera slave. The blood-writing was just for show, but served its purpose. The crowd wanted more. Grand Mistress Gillian turned the wheel for ninety degrees, just to give Her victim a taste.
The sensation of the cylinders’ movement so deep inside Vanessa was equal to getting her guts shredding by glowing razor blades. It took long for her terrible screams to fade… The Grand Mistress waited patiently till the blonde’s brain was able to receive fresh impressions. Only then She gave Her slave the full first turn and painted a short vertical line onto Vanessa’s trembling right thigh. The Italian’s belly was torn apart by cramps, directly sent from deepest hell.
Her abdomen seemed to implode, the strain in her bowels never-ending. Vanessa uttered strange noises, her vocal cords now completely damaged. The first turn had thrown her into mind-splitting agonies which were impossible to heighten; the second turn was ten times worse. Even with an intact voice this sensation was “unscreamable”; the suffering blonde couldn’t make it bearable by screaming the pain out as the fierce agony paralysed her mind and lungs. Inside her the diabolical instrument was shortening further, dragging raw tissues with it. The Grand Mistress draw a second bloody line parallel to the first one and started slowly the final turn. Too fast, and Her charming victim would end with burst entrails.
Viscera tore at their inner foundations creating severe twinges which rapidly grew to extreme burnings. The Winder straightened out almost all parts of Vanessa’s colon. It rearranged her stretched intestines in worst ways, digestive organs were forced into places and positions they never belong to or made for. The savage tip pressed unbearably against the blonde’s diaphragm, her breathing broke down almost completely. Under pain from the outside she had always tried to imagine curling up deep inside her core, but with this THING literally and proverbially sticking in her innermost being, there was no refuge left from pain. Her mind cracked and she wasn’t herself anymore. Three red lines were clearly visible on her right thigh’s back.
The bloodthirsty crowd cheered frenetically. “Slavegirl Vanessa versus The Winder!” Grand Mistress Gillian loosened the knee strap from the Italian’s collar and guided her still bound legs carefully down, making sure not to rupture the raped entrails. It was one of Her cachet not to unintentionally loose any victims under Her tortures. She checked Vanessa’s respiration. It was flat but stable. Some drool ran from the slave’s slightly opened mouth, her once beautiful face was frozen to a dreadful mask of pain.
The blonde bitch’s eyes had glazed over and Grand Mistress Gillian knew that She had made a good work. SPITTING AMY She had given the audience some five minutes to cool down again, then the Grand Mistress demanded silence once more. “For the Heaven’s Gate Exhibition’s Grand Finale we are glad to welcome one of our most skilful friends. Back from Japan, the homeland of erotic bondage and sexual perversions: Konichiwa, Master Nathan!” Respectful ovations. Master Nathan entered the stage, followed by two slavegirls. The first was a slavemaid holding some long devices, wrapped in black velvet, in her right hand and a silver chain in her left.
The sparkling metal band ran to the expensive patent leather collar of the other girl, the star of the forthcoming performance. While their Master was welcomed by the Grand Mistress, this time officially, the slavemaid placed her load on a marked spot on the stage and let her fellow sink onto her knees. Then she unfasten the gleaming collar and kneeled, too, but some metres away in the background. The Master spoke some dutiful words about His informative journey into the mystic East, but was evidently endeavoured to start His show. So Grand Mistress Gillian ring in the next round. “And who’s this lovely piece of tit-meat?” This was the question He had waited for.