That was now ten month ago and the Grand Mistress wasn’t nearly through with her yet. “Tough bitches need special attention.” A simple hand pump was dangling on a rubber hose at the gag. The Grand Mistress grabbed it and gave Kate a squeeze. “Bitch.” The rubber bulb in the slave’s mouth extended a bit. She pumped it up some more.
“Whore.” The gag forced Kate’s jaws open wider, now creating real pain. Furthermore the expanding bulb effectively prevented breathing through the mouth. Another rush of air followed. “Slut.” The merciless wall of rubber tried to crush the blonde’s tongue and pressed against her front teeth. Still the kneeling woman even refused to groan, but now the pain was evident in her face.
Her mouth was opened unnaturally wide and the first cracking sounds could be heard from her joints. Grand Mistress Gillian made it last long. Waiting half a minute, She studied the hate in Kate’s eyes, then inflated the awful gag further. “Cunt.” A long, agonised moan escaped the kneeling woman’s throat. but didn’t find any resonating cavity in her over-stuffed orifice. “Please stop!
” Vanessa yelled and immediately received a shock from the Inferior Mistress. “Thank you, my dear,” the Grand Mistress said to Her female paladin, then devoted Herself again to Kate’s suffering. “Another one? Yes? Okay.” She had to press quite strongly now. “Ungrateful scum-hole” The gag had alarmingly grown in size, pressing hard against the back of Kate’s mouth, making her want to retch.
The limits of her oral capacity had been reached. Underneath the look of hate fear became visible, and the woman lifted her bound hands towards the rubber hose. “Hold her!” The slavemaids grabbed her at shoulders and arms, the Inferior Mistress positioned Herself behind the slave, holding Her beloved cattle prod. Cold sweat appeared on Kate’s skin, her hot breath let the metal surface of the nose ring piercing her septum steam up. The Grand Mistress pleasurably pressed more air into the bulb, parting the aching jaws to their anatomical maximum. Now even breathing through her nose was hard for Kate.
True panic rose and she started to struggle and wriggle in earnest. Once more, Grand Mistress Gillian’s latex-gloved hand closed to a fist around the pump. With a dull, wet sound Kate’s lower jaw dislocated, first the right side, immediately followed by the left. The slave howled. Grand Mistress Gillian gave her three more squeezes until She stopped. “Into the van with her!” The Grand Mistress tightened the clamps once more, brutalising the nipple flesh till pearls of blood appeared between the metal jaws.
The two slavemaids disconnected the pump and dragged the pain-weakened blonde away. In the van Michelle/Beauty was groaning into her gag as the hot suppository had started to melt in her anal tract. Kate was sat behind her on the ground, facing the brunette’s cute, tail-wiggling arse. Slavemaid One blindfolded Kate, slavemaid Two passed a short metal bar under her knee hollows and over the bound arms, then hooked cables running to a mechanism in the van’s roof to the rings at each end. The mechanism hummed for some seconds, drowned out by Kate’s guttural sounds, then the slavemaids left the van, glad not to have a place in there, too. Grand Mistress Gillian stepped in the van once more and She liked what She saw there: The torture-gagged bitch was obviously in even more pain than before, hanging upside down on the Parrot’s Perch. Her medium-long hair was spread on the floor, but her head dangled freely like her squirming body.
Grand Mistress Gillian set the tip of Her boot to the pumped up gag between Her slave’s stretched lips and gave Kate a strong push. Rocking slightly forwards and backwards on the metal bar, the blonde tried hard to scream through her useless mouth. “There’s something else I want you to enjoy during your ride.” The Grand Mistress forcefully dry-rammed a metal device into the hanging woman’s defenceless arse. “That’s a soldering iron…
” She informed, found a car’s 12V-socket and plugged it in. Immediately the iron started to head up. Kate panted in known horror. “Don’t panic, there is a possibility to switch it off. The switch is built as a push button inside a…
what is it called? Come on, help me with that word! I know you have it on the tip of your tongue…Rubber bulb! Yes, that’s it!
” (Very weak pun, Gillian!) “However, you have to squeeze it to cut out the current, and you have to hold it squeezed, of course. Since the cable is to short to reach your hand, we have to switch to your whorish cunt.” With no hurry She generously lubricated Kate’s lovehole knowing exactly that the lube would make it far more difficult for that bitch to hold the bulb in a pressed position. Meanwhile the iron’s tip, resting deep in the colon’s last bend, had become unbearably hot. Kate’s moans turned more and more into cruelly muffled screams. “Keep still, slut!
” Grand Mistress Gillian pretended having difficulties to guide the bulb into Kate’s slit, then finally pushed it in with two fingers. Instantly the anally burning slave clenched her vaginal muscles fiercely, switching off the iron but grabbing Grand Mistress Gillian’s fingers, too. “You are indeed a greedy little whore!” The Grand Mistress pulled Her fingers away. They popped out with a wet, vulgar sound. Vanessa’s face was moist with tears when the slavemaids released her from her hook. Watching her lover getting electro-shocked and mouth-tortured had made her suffer just like corporal pain.
The screams coming out of the van had told her everything, though the Grand Mistress’ enviable body had blocked her view. Now it was her turn. One of the slavemaids removed her collar, the handcuffs and the ankle chains. Vanessa hesitated a moment, then got on her knees willingly. She had to save her strength. The second slavemaid brought some interesting devices which made the beautiful Italian groan in despair. Again the clicking of high heels on concrete – then the Grand Mistress stood in front of her.
“I bet you can’t wait to join your companions, right, slavegirl?” “Yes, Grand Mistress. This slave is ready to take whatever its Grand Mistress gives to it.” The girl’s voice was weak and thin. “We’ll see.” Grand Mistress Gillian let Vanessa’s long blonde hair flow through Her gloved hands. “We’ll see.
..” With a quick, unexpected motion She had made a ponytail, plaiting a strong, thin rope into it. She tugged at it a few times and Vanessa let out a short scream, moving her head backwards with every jerk. The mass of hair knotted to the rope gave her no other chance. The Grand Mistress let go of the girl’s hair for the moment. “Lie down.
On your belly.” Vanessa obeyed, just to feel her arms being painfully laced together with wetted leather ties, hands to elbows. The slavemaids buckled strange, heavy metal devices to her naked heels. More leather, wider, but as wet as the thinner ties, were wound around her ankles, then used to pull her feet to her buttocks. Now the blonde slave could tell what these cold gadgets on her heels were: “Spurs!..