But this outburst didn’t last long. When her cramping anus swallowed the fortieth centimetre and the spit had violated all parts of her entrails, she wasn’t able to do any movement that wouldn’t tear her innards completely. It was unbelievable that Amy had so much air in her lungs, but when the metal bored through her colon transversum and into her empty stomach, she started to howl and couldn’t stop for minutes. The terrible bar was now stuck too deep to be moved without violence, and besides the spitting had reached a very tricky point. Further penetration in a wrong angle could damage the diaphragm, what would mean suffocation to Amy. Once more the pulley was brought into action as it was positioned right over the noisy slavegirl. The chains at the ends of the arms’ bar were detached from the rings in the ground and hooked to the pulley.
Master Nathan disconnected the legs’ bar from Amy’s collar, then released her ankles and knees from their bondage. He put the metal construction to the side, not binding the slave’s legs in any other fashion. The pulley started up, and Amy had to rise her upper body. But when her abdomen changed its angle to her thighs during this motion, cramps from vicious intensity stroke through her body. So she despairingly held her practically useless legs in the same position they had been during the first phase of her spitting. Master Nathan, of course, had knew about this reaction and that He didn’t have to tie Amy’s legs again. Since still half a metre of the spit projected sexily from her rear, her bowels would be leveraged by the impaling bar touching the ground.
Because Amy’s legs couldn’t avoid this contact, her Master would ensure adequate substitute. Saucily He grabbed His slender slave under her bottom cheeks and lifted her lower body as the pulley raised her shoulders. Little by little He lagged behind, more stabilising than lifting, until Amy hung upright at the chains, the spit’s free end some inches above the floor. In this very place a steel-reinforced drill hole was located in the concrete. Slowly, and very carefully, the bar’s end was inserted for about ten centimetres into the ground. Amy’s body had to shifted somewhat as the spit was now exactly vertical. Like the lifting the slave endured this without too much screaming, but with her angled legs still twitching.
She was now in a grotesque and strangely distorted crucifixion posture, facing the amused audience. Master Nathan stepped in front of her. “Grand Mistress, would You like to assist me?” “Of course, as long as You don’t have an assistance like Amy’s in mind for me.” She went to Her friend and His panting and wincing slavegirl. “Would You please stand behind her and hold the arms’ bar from the underside?” He asked Her.
Grand Mistress Gillian got close to Amy’s sweat-covered body and spread Her arms like the girl in front of Her. She supported the bar with Her palms while Master Nathan detached the chains from the ends. “Yes! Just like that. A lot of her weight can be carried by the spit inside her.” Indeed Grand Mistress Gillian didn’t have any difficulties to hold up the unlucky victim. The Master gave a sign and the pulley moved away together with all chains.
He passed His hand over His musketeer beard and prepared His next step in His mind. Master Nathan put both His hands onto Amy’s upper belly, searching and finding the spit’s tip. Still in her stomach; perfect! “Now, please let her down. Slowly!” The Grand Mistress just had to put less force to the bar, and Amy glided down gracefully. “Stop!
…Further…further.
..” The work of His sensing hands was being caught by one of the camera slaves for the big screen. Again and again Master Nathan changed His slave’s posture in details between and during the glides. “Stop!..
.Now VERY SLOWLY further!” Grand Mistress Gillian was about to feel ridiculous, but then She felt the trembling of Amy increase dramatically. She slightly pressed Herself against the slave’s body to absorb this powerful sensation. The tip had touched the cardia, where the oesophagus lead to the stomach – the only point where the spit could enter the upper body without puncturing the diaphragm. The pointed metal forced its way into the tight muscle tube, driven by Amy’s own body weight. Once again an organ was brutally stretched from its inside and straightened out by an instrument of untold torment.
The spit passed her pounding heart in a safe distance, never leaving its natural passage. Amy felt the unbearable pain rose higher and higher, a bursting, ripping pain in the central axis of her thorax. Not only the intensity of the pain was torturous. Though the Grand Mistress didn’t let her down very fast, the agony’s source seemed to race towards her head. Amy tried to scream out her pain and her desperation, but her throat hardened in some kind of cramp. Instead she suddenly had the tremendous urge to swallow, to swallow again and again. With an expression of dismay and absolute disbelieve on her face Amy bend her head backwards, her quivering lips parted.
Her throat seemed to swell, and then the spit’s bloody tip emerged from her mouth. The audience freaked out. The slave slid further down until her bottom rested on the ground, the spit jutting out ten centimetres from her mouth. Grand Mistress Gillian, still standing behind her, kissed Amy onto her forehead. Master Nathan took a moisten cloth and cleaned the tip thoroughly, paying special attention that none of the breathing holes were stuffed. Still able to breathe and with most of her organs intact, the young woman was being held at the edge of snuff. The spitting had caused internal bleedings, but due to the seal of her virgin anus she was sitting in just a small puddle of blood.
The experience of this ultimate arse fuck had left the victim in some kind of shock; not accessible or being able any more to respond to normal stimuli. Grand Mistress Gillian was fascinated by this deepest penetration possible. “A new meaning for arse-to-mouth!” For some reasons poor Amy couldn’t laugh about this joke at her expense. Now Master Nathan wanted to proof that His slave was still useful after her ultimate arse fuck. From His arsenal He took a chrome ball with a diameter of two inches and an inch-wide hole through it. He sat the metal sphere onto the spit’s tip and it glided perfectly along the shaft, right into Amy’s mouth.
At least, it glided into her mouth after her Master had forced her jaws open. But then a metallic click was audible, and the chrome gag was locked securely to the spit, filling Amy’s oral cavern most nicely. “Spitted like this, with both ends of the spit fixed by muscle structures, our lovely guest can’t rip herself to death anymore, no matter how hard she struggles and strains.” He gave a sign to His slavemaid and she approached holding a silver tray she had prepared just a minute before. She kneeled next to her master and presented Him the tray and the objects on it with both outstretched arms. He ran His hands over Amy’s trembling breasts, and despite all the sufferings her nipples got stiff. Master Nathan took the heatproof gloves from the silver plate and put them on while a camera slave caught the two other devices on the tray.