.I guess this things are normally used by Grand Mistress to discipline Michelle, Yee-Haw!” she thought with gallows humour. A spreader bar was placed and fixed into her knee hollows to hold her knees wide apart. Now there was no chance for her to turn herself to her side. The ankle ties were then tightly secured around Vanessa’s upper thighs, forcing her spur-bearing heels deep into her arse cheeks. Formed similar to little gearwheels, the multi-teethed discs weren’t just piercing the slave’s soft skin but were eating into the full flesh with every motion like sawblades.
An ideal, automatic long-time torture that will get a tiny bit worse with every breath. Not to mention cramping leg muscles, the car’s rapid manoeuvres, hidden potholes… Again wet leather, this time from her big toes to her arm bindings. Vanessa was panting, her firm breasts flattened by her body weight, her nipple rings stamped into the aureoles. In her hogtied/frogtied position the tall blonde had to hold up her head by straining neck muscles to see what was happening next.
But Grand Mistress Gillian was already taking measures to fix that problem. The large metal device in Her hands was called an arse hook, in this version fitted with a 2-inch-sphere at the end instead of a simple rounded tip. She lowered it to the girl’s face. “Lick it!” Vanessa reached out her tongue to lubricate the metal ball, but after only two licks the Grand Mistress pulled the hook away. “That’s wet enough for you, cunt!” Insufficiently prepared, the sphere pressed against the Italian’s rectum, parting the petals of her unwilling rosette, trying to take them with it.
So the hook started its painful journey into the anal darkness of the unprotected passage, loosing its poor lubrication on the first few centimetres. Grand Mistress Gillian didn’t stop this unnatural insertion until the globular tip was resting all dry at the far end of the girl’s ampulla recti. Now the hook’s bend was fully embedded between Vanessa’s shapely bum cheeks with the second, ringed end laying in the small of her back. Smiling about the whimpers the nasty inversion had elicited from the young, bound female the Grand Mistress took hold of the hair-rope and yanked the slave’s head sharply back. Further and further Vanessa had to bend her head backwards. She arched her back into a painful bow. Her scalp burned like fire, her mouth opened automatically due to the strain.
Then she felt the Grand Mistress running the rope through the hook’s eye. Now her arse was attacked, too. The spherical metal in it followed the outer force, finding the entrance to Vanessa’s colon and sliding even deeper into her body. The hook’s bend crushed her arse cleft as every single hair of the blonde’s long mane was turned into a red hot torture instrument. The front of her neck was stretched tightly and her larynx was pressed deep into its place. The strain increased once more, now the hook tilted, the inner end pressed downward, trying to rip through the belly. Vanessa’s screams found a straight line from her lungs, through her windpipe, out of her mouth.
Grand Mistress Gillian knotted the rope which was now taut like a string chord. Vanessa tried to avoid any motion, but just moments later severe cramps in her back and legs announced themselves. Suffering from her hardened muscles, she saw the Grand Mistress’ boots in front of her again. The sadistic redhead bent down to her and showed her a obscenely long rubber dildo. “Open wide!” Vanessa knew much better than to refuse. She took the first two inches rather easily, but then she started to choke.
With all might the blonde slavegirl fought back her gag reflex and allowed the monstrous toy to penetrate her pharynx. The dildo pressed hard against her uvula, then pushed itself past her tonsils and into her oesophagus. Deeper it went, beyond the point where the windpipe branched off. Grand Mistress Gillian gave her an additional two inches, then pulled out the dildo an inch again to re-open the girl’s epiglottis. Performing a permanent deep-throating, Vanessa’s only protection against death by suffocation were small channels running lengthwise and radially through the phallus. Hectically she gasped for breath, but then forced herself to calm down, reducing her need for oxygen. She consumed the essential element in tiny bits, every breath a silent battle against panic and rubber.
“Be thankful that it’s not a spiked one!” Holding herself in a state between gagging and swallowing, Vanessa’s options to express her gratitude were limited. One channel, running lengthwise through the rubber cock’s middle from one end to the other, was separated and with no radial holes. So this one wasn’t for breathing, but nevertheless Grand Mistress Gillian had use for it. She plugged a clear plastic tube to the dildo’s base sticking out of the stretched mouth. Then She competently inserted the evil-looking catheter on the tube’s other end through Vanessa’s urethra into her full bladder, adding another source of pain to the Italian’s body. The new intruder caused an even sicker feeling than the anal hook.
Immediately a yellow stream of urine could be seen trough the tube’s clear material, rising pressurised from its origin, over her back and into her synthetic mouth-lover, moistening her throat. Just for good measures, the Grand Mistress stuffed the hogtied girl’s vagina with a short but thick rubber plug, coated with undefinable stuff. Grand Mistress Gillian often liked to spice up the lube used on Her toys. Over the time, Vanessa had learned to differentiate the various mixtures, almost tasting the “secret ingredients” with her nether openings: Tabasco, Chile powder, even pure capsaicine… Today the Grand Mistress was in a gentle mood: black pepper.
The plug’s tight fit pressed the burning material deep into the delicate membranes, forcing the tissues against arse hook and catheter. Vanessa screamed anew. “No blindfold for that one. Let her see her lover suffer.” The slavemaids placed the sobbing blonde on the van’s floor, so her face was only centimetres away from the left inner wall, her knees just touching the right. This action ripped some hairs and some muscle fibres but at least the girl was quickly stowed away. Catheterised, arse-hooked, froggie-hoggie, orally dildo-gag-raped, forcefully piss-fed; Vanessa couldn’t complain.
Half bending, half turning her head to her right until the extra pain got too much, she could see Kate in the corner of her eye, centimetres away. The dangling woman was suffering, too. Grand Mistress Gillian was satisfied: all nine slave-holes plugged, ten with the teenager’s urethra. She gave a signal to the Inferior Mistress and the younger one closed first the grille, then the outer tailgate. “Hurry,” the Grand Mistress commanded, “I’ll follow soon.” “Yes, Grand Mistress,” the younger, leather-clothed woman answered. Seconds later the roller shutter opened remote-controlled and the van’s engine started anew.
The journey began. ON ROAD Inside the horrible vehicle it was absolutely dark. No lamps, and the original windows had no correspondence in the inner steel walls. The blindfolding of her two companions had just psychological reasons. But soon Vanessa discovered that not being blindfolded was no mercy at all. Sensing the wall centimetres in front of her face, she tried in vain to focus her eyes on a point in the darkness. This and the constant paining of her scalp quickly created a nasty headache.