“Sweet Amy here would like to assist me in a little bonus impalement.” Looking at the two massively penetrated women still serving as decoration, He added: “But You have already set standards. I see You’ve given them what they deserved.” “No matter what they were given, they deserve worse. Every time slaves scream ‘No!’ under torture, they deny their reason for existence.” “True words!
But it’s unbelievable that both are still alive! My heroines tend to die from their awful experiences, as, no doubt, should yours.” The Grand Mistress chatted with Master Nathan like during a walk in the park while both headed for the kneeling Amy. “I like them breathing and suffering.” “Nevertheless I consider taking my victim ALL the way to be the ultimate turn-on. Watching a sweet slavegirl giving herself up to the horrors of death for her Master. Like Edgar Allan Poe wrote: ‘The death then of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
‘ But beyond all this likings: what we wish to do to them we do, and granting no mercy.” “Quoth the Raven ‘Nevermore!’,” the Grand Mistress cited. Master Nathan kneeled next to His cute victim-to-be who had heard Her Master’s statement but kept absolutely still. Amy was a truly beautiful slave. Her face reminded of the young Cindy Crawford’s one’s, but was more oval and fitted with slightly more massive cheekbones. She had been told to empty and clean herself thoroughly, so her hazel-coloured hair was still slightly wet and appeared darker than it actually was.
The black-dressed man opened the velvety bundle and brought some chrome-plated objects to light. The first one was a broad metal collar that went firmly around Amy’s slender neck. “Spread your arms, horizontally.” She obediently stretched her arms away from her tasty body, and the Master fixed a one and a half metres long bar to them. Metal cuffs were closed around both wrists and both upper arms near the elbows. A lock in the middle of the bar was connected with no slack to the back of Amy’s collar. Her shoulders, arms and neck were effectively trapped now.
In the glaring spotlights the chrome, contrasting with her pale skin, seemed to be a sparkling liquid. Master Nathan took a second bar and slid it between Amy’s closed lower legs, so the far end was maybe thirty centimetres in front of her on the ground. Around her ankles, then around the legs below her knees He cuffed His slavegirl to the chrome rod. “Forehead to the ground.” Again she obeyed and her Master propped up her torso so she wouldn’t fall over uncontrollably. With her head resting on the cold floor, Amy heard the metallic click as the rod’s end was fasten to her collar’s front. Finally two chains, one from each end of the arms’ bar, were tighten and fixed to rings in the ground, so the slavegirl couldn’t roll to a side.
Amy was in the ideal position: so helpless, so open. Master Nathan motioned the Grand Mistress to inspect the slave’s revealed advantages. Over the hairless slit of Amy’s womanhood Grand Mistress Gillian discovered one of the smallest, cutest anal openings She had seen. With its tightness and light shade of pink it looked deliciously. No hole had ever appeared more virgin to Her than this one. “If I don’t know it better, I would tell she didn’t ever have a bowel movement in her whole life. Are You sure this tiny hole is even able to open up?
” “If not, we’ll help.” The Master took the last bar from the floor and examined the pointed tip. As the other bars were, this one was made of chrome-plated steel with a round cross section of one inch in diameter. But it was one metre long, had the sharp tip on one end and no visible features disturbing its smoothness. Amy seemed to have a rough idea about what she was in for, so the Grand Mistress decided to play with her, just a little bit. Without resting the sole of Her boot on the girl’s coccyx, She dipped Her right heel some millimetres into nervously pulsating arsehole. The wonderfully submissive slave cringed and shrieked, not knowing what was touching her.
The audience roared with laughter. “Grand Mistress, please!” Master Nathan mocked. She stepped back and pretended to sulk. The Master went to one knee at the girl’s left side, so He didn’t block the audience’s view. Holding the spit, and nothing else the third bar was, with His right hand, He guided the sharp end to Amy’s unprepared arsehole, teasing the sexy opening with the tip. This elicited a breathed moan, and one last time the slave’s anus got a pause while Master Nathan applied antiseptic lubricant to the chrome surface.
Then, carefully, but rather fast, He gave Amy the first six centimetres of the spit. She gasped at the sudden invasion, but reacted surprisingly calmly. “Yes, that’s my good girl! Just stay relaxed.” He leisurely let seven more centimetres of the bar glide into her, and the tip reached the end of Amy’s rectal cavern. The feeling of the metal sliding deeper and deeper made her sick and, as the rod hit ground in her rectum, a hot pain flashed through her abdomen. “Oouuhh!
” The pointed tip scratched the tender tissues till it found enough grip to settle and tear. The poor hazel-haired slave squealed even more when she assessed the feeling in her guts. “Please, Master, not deeper!” But the spit went deeper. It mercilessly bore into the soft lining of her rectum, stretching, then ripping. “OOUUUHHHH! PLEASE, NO MORE!
” “Shhh, I know you can be a brave girl for your Master. Now don’t scream any more, or I have to punish you afterwards.” Then the tip broke through the rectal wall and reached the inner package of Amy’s small intestine. “AAAAAAAARRGGGGGHHHHH!” She tried to wriggle away, but her metal bondage was awfully effective and allowed just the slightest bit of movement. Furthermore Master Nathan had grabbed the screaming slave, feeling the tip inside her with His left hand on her belly, while guiding the spit deeper and deeper with the other one. He incessantly repositioned her body in details and making sure that she was ruptured at the right places.
He had to lead the thin pole along her spine in a certain angle so the metal could be driven through her whole body. “Hold your chest a little bit lower, dear.” The young woman in pain just rolled her head on the floor, giving no sign that she had heard or understood her Master. He addressed her with a strict voice: “Amy, Do As I Said! You’ll cause yourself much unnecessary pain if you obstruct a clean spitting. And you’ll shame me in front of all these people. Do you want to do that?
” “Arghnn…” “Do you want to shame your Master, Amy?” “Nn…
No, Mmmmas-terrr!” The pain in her guts was horrible, like someone had cut open her tummy and had stuffed her whole viscera in a mixer. But she wasn’t yet in so severe agony to not obey her beloved owner. She just had to try really hard. So Amy’s submissive mind forced her nearly ruined body into a better angle for advanced slave-spitting. The bar continued its fatal journey into unexplored depths, multiply piercing the girl’s ileum and jejunum. The chains rattled as the slave, now in real agony, fought furiously against her bondage and her pain.