Dully glowing clamps lay on the mirroring surface. He took one in each hand and simultaneously applied them to Amy’s nipples. A hissing, first from cold sweat, then from branded skin filled the microphones, immediately drowned out by the spitted slave’s barely muffled screams. Her whole body vibrated on the metal pole in pain impossible to bear. Almost half a minute Master Nathan let the flesh of her tit-tips be eaten away by the heat before He took the clamps off. Amy was out of her mind and continued screaming as the agony dug into her globes. The Master waited till her frantic thrashing subsided to hysterical sobs.
“I think she’s waked up now.” He called His slavemaid, who had put away gloves, clamps and tray. “Show the audience that you two are still friends though you’ve prepared those nasty clamps. Give her a kiss!” The slavemaid stepped to Amy and lowered her head, unsure how to fulfil her Master’s order. “With tongue, please!” She started French kissing Amy, taking the spit’s tip deep into her mouth until she reached the slowly dying girl’s metal-ball stretched lips.
The gag reflex was strong as the slavemaid deep-throated the chrome pole. Master Nathan smiled at this sexy scene. It was always enough time for a little lezzie action. “Okay, that’s enough, you two turtledoves.” He sent His slavemaid away to kneel again in the background. There was still something at Amy’s posture that didn’t please Him. Her rump was fixed, as were her head and arms.
But her legs… Luckily Master Nathan had still some unused items. He buckled flat metal straps around each of the slave’s big toes, then raised her long legs, straightening them and forcing Amy literally to bend double. She shrieked most miserably from this newly stressing of her abdomen and the tearing sensation in her hamstrings. Finally her feet came into view of her upturned face.
Again a metal click – and her feet’s bondage was locked to the tip of the spit. Now the steel-gagged slave was folded in the middle, her slender legs parallel to her maltreated body, toes seductively pointed. Her whole weight was resting on her bottom and on the pole through her arsehole. Grand Mistress Gillian was curious about Amy’s extreme fixing. “Can You turn her?” “I don’t think so. But give it a try!
” With one hand She used the arms’ bar as a lever and pushed against its end. Under intense screaming Amy started rotating around the spit for some degrees. But her body offered surprisingly high resistant due to the friction and sticking of her innards. The Grand Mistress let go of the bar, and the tension in the slave’s tissues turned her back. “A quarter of a turn, and her entrails would rip…
” Grand Mistress Gillian considered. “But You said her other fidgets wouldn’t speed up her dying?” This question was just a peg to hang Master Nathan’s next performance on. “Exactly. And to proof this I would like to introduce a special feature. As You..
.” He was addressing the spectators, “… can see on the screen, the spit is locked in a metallic holding device.” A camera slave hurried to make a close-up. “But this isn’t just a holding device, but also a heating element.
” Whistles and cruel suggestions for the temperature cascaded from the audience. Master Nathan raised His arms in a placating gesture. “No need to heat it up to some hundreds degrees like during a classical burn-fuck. A temperature of 50°C touches the pain limit on skin, so it already smarts in a tender back hole. But since our Amy is a healthy young girl, I think 60°C are okay.” He kneeled next to the spit and its charming load and adjusted the heating element. “Instead of being cooked to death in horrible minutes, she’ll squirm nicely for hours and hours – if we let her.
” While waiting for the spit to heat up, Master Nathan took His last item. With force, He let the flexible steel whip cut the air. “Your punishment for screaming without permission is still pending. I decide ten lashes to be suitable, and since your feet are in the right height…” He laid into both her soles with the dreadful instrument.
Ghastly pain erupted in Amy, strong enough to be suffered in her agony-filled mind. She shrilly screeched into her cruel ball gag and Her Master waited to let her relish the full effect of the stroke. Only when her shrieks had subsided, He gave her the second lash. This one, like all others to follow, opened a awful gash on each of Amy’s tender soles. She pulled like mad at her bondage, the metal bands around her toes cutting her flesh deeply. Again the whip whistled through the air. The audience counted boisterously, and as the “Ten” was reached, blood was running freely from Amy’s slashed soles over her calves and thighs.
Master Nathan, putting the bloody whip away, was glad that He had gagged His pretty victim. Still she was crying earsplittingly. Just to make sure she wouldn’t miss any of her torments, He set the heating element to 70°C. LOTTERY LUCK Three impaled girls, all bleeding and suffering, were embellishing the stage. The work of this final night was nearly done. But one more part was ahead, and that was why Grand Mistress Gillian couldn’t dismiss Master Nathan yet. “I need You to hand over the prize to the winner of our lottery.
” He pretended ignorance: “Oh, and what could this prize be?” “The winner of this year’s Heaven’s Gate Lottery gets a free session with Amy in our operation theatre!” “Oh, and surely we have provided enough anaesthetics?” “Ssss…, I fear, that’s the weak spot.
..” Laughers from the spectators. Many of them had an obsession for useless, but painful operations. For the drawing of the winning lot’s number something special had been prepared. A buxom, redheaded slavegirl entered the stage and was led by the Grand Mistress to a spot in the middle. The green-eyed female had been forced into an extreme corset, the circumference of her waist now only twenty inches.
Her full breasts, bulging out over the edge of the black rubber, appeared grotesquely huge. With her arms trapped up to the back-bend shoulders in the cruel tightness of a mono-glove, they stuck out even more. And they sagged. Not by their own weight, but by the load hanging on the one-inch nipple rings. A big, flat, half-transparent LCD-display was stretching the voluptuous slave’s flesh. The outfit was completed by a huge, black-shining ball gag with chrome studs. Someone had definitely dislocated her jaw to put this torturous device in place.
Grand Mistress Gillian pushed the buxom beauty to her knees, letting her face the audience. “Lovely Lindsay here is eager to help me finding the winner. Soon the numbers of all lots will run at random on this nicely carried display. A special trigger will stop the counter, and the lucky girl or boy with the corresponded lot will get the chance to rescue Amy and to become her heroine or hero.” She pointed at the squirming carcass. Amy was now fully suffering the stinging pain of the hot spit running through her whole body. Though the metal wasn’t hot enough to actually burn her innards, it was hot enough to damage the sticking tissues and to send the crazed slave into slow agony.