But she also couldn’t keep herself from vainly searching for Kate’s form in the dark every time her lover’s metal shackles rattled or the hanging woman’s body touched her own. From the front of the mobile prison Michelle’s nipple bells rang sweetly with every bump. But already after some minutes other sensations took Vanessa’s attention. Her position, formerly painful, threatened to turn into pure agony. Muscles she didn’t even know having cramped horribly. The car’s vibrations worked her spurs slowly deeper and deeper into her flesh till tiny rivers of blood were forced out of her bottom cheeks. That wasn’t all: from experience Vanessa knew the wet leather’s unpleasant characteristic of contracting while drying.
And she wasn’t getting disappointed. Slowly, mercilessly, the leather sliced its way into her soft body. The Italian tried to control her breathing, to hold it steady and even. Please don’t vomit! If she threw up, she would suffocate, that was for sure. And because the dildo gag wasn’t bad enough, the acid taste of her bladder had crept out of her pharynx into mouth and nose, during the pepper was spicing her body’s far end. The burning sensation was overwhelming now.
But she wasn’t the only slave in pain. Nasal, wheezing sounds came from Michelle, mixed with gagged moans due to the suppository taking effect. The petite brunette struggled in her bounds and sexily wiggled her bottom, but despite all her jerking and pushing she couldn’t get rid of the chemical heat because of the arse plug locked tightly in her firm, little bum. At least the indefatigable vibrator donated her sweet, draining orgasms in regular intervals. Behind her, Kate was in real agony. Due to the long-lasting upside down position blood was pulsating in the blonde’s head with the force of a sledgehammer. Her dislocated jaw ached beyond believe from the large inflated sphere plugging her overstretched mouth.
She had to fight for every breath with her air supply almost completely shut off. Her abdominal muscles hurt and cramped when contracting to hold the soldering iron in her rectum switched off. In shorter and shorter intervals the ripping pain forced Kate to relax her vagina. Soon the iron wouldn’t cool down fully between the pauses. She knew what that mean – from former experiences and from fresh memories when she had let her quivering love canal rest too long. Slow anal burning was one of Grand Mistress Gillian’s favourite tortures. And Kate was one of Grand Mistress Gillian’s favourite torture toys.
The blonde never had taken shit from no one, and that made it easily for her to get into trouble. It had been impossible for her to accept her enslavement, and so she had waited just for the right moment for escape and revenge…and had failed. Again the rising heat in her rectal tract became unbearable and the pain-gagged slave clenched her vaginal muscles, exchanging one agony for another. Too late.
The soldering iron was cut off, but still emitted heat and gave Kate the first of many serious burns. A miserable scream gurgled out of her mouth’s destroyed mechanism. Vanessa could hear her lover’s sounds of terrible agony, and this only increase her own ordeal. Every movement of the van echoed in her straining body. Now the leather was cutting deep into her and her feet and lower arms had become numb and dark red. The pain of the bondage being undone would be horrible! Eventually her overstressed nerves gave up, the burning in her vagina dulled to a tingling sensation, and Vanessa’s ability to form thoughts wasn’t totally crushed by suffering any more.
So she started a poor try to escape her multiple tortures, letting her mind drift away. Where are we taken to? – No! Better don’t think about that! WHERE are we? Vanessa had been abducted in the bright daylight, from the open street. With no advance warning.
She never had visited adult book stores or sex shops or even internet porn sites. She hadn’t talked to strangers in chatrooms and never had spot a stalker. She didn’t care about BDSM or the odd pony play Michelle was into (she knew Kate had liked kinky stuff, but this was over now, for sure, too). A beautiful, sunny day in Milan was her last memory of freedom. Her captivity had taken many month, but still she didn’t even know the country she was in. She had heard numerous languages being spoken in the slave camp, both from slavegirls and Mistresses. The weather was mostly cloudy and rainy, some sun, some snow.
Not the Mediterranean warmth she had enjoyed during the summer month, or the fresh breeze in the mild-sunned vineyards along the Mosel river when visiting her German mother’s family. A sole tear found its way over her strained face. From the climate she guessed here weren’t high mountains or an ocean nearby. Maybe North America or Continental Europe. She didn’t recognised the van’s number plate, but the car seemed to be left hand driven. And it seemed to slacken speed..
. Indeed the van got constantly slower. Behind her, at the car’s right side, Vanessa could more feel than hear the crunch of the street’s shoulder. The van stopped. The blonde girl tried to listen, fading out the sounds of the other two slaves. The van’s holding cell was more or less soundproofed, but pressing her forehead against the cold steel, she believed to sense the vibration of human voices. But they couldn’t be at their destination, not after maybe fifteen minutes!
Why had the Inferior Mistress stopped. Apparently to talk to someone, on the road. The realisation hit her like a white hot lightning and she almost swallowed the phallus gagging her. They had been stopped by the police! The Grand Mistress had said “Hurry” and this dumb bitch had been too fast and now a patrol car had stopped them and FREEDOM WAS NEAR! Because Vanessa wasn’t born as a slave, she knew the meaning of freedom and escape. Ignoring the legions of newly awakening pains in her body she started to struggle and wriggle in her strict bondage.
She mmpfhed and grmmpfhed through her gag like a mad-woman, not caring about the danger of vomiting or the damage the dildo caused in her throat. She didn’t know if she could be heard outside, but the heavy van rocked in its suspension like a ship in a typhoon. Something was happening! She sensed it! She knew it! The tailgate swung up, bright sunlight fell through the bars, and there stood two police men! Knights in shining armours, ready to rescue the virgin princesses kidnapped by the fiery dragon!
They wore dark uniforms and had parked their car, coloured in an never seen design, behind the Mercedes-Benz. Real police! Vanessa didn’t care which country they were from. Police! Both police men uttered sounds of absolute disbelief. In front of them were three naked beauties in hottest bondage, sexily moaning, groaning and screaming into their gags! Their hands wandered to their holstered weapons.
“WHAT’S THAT ?!” the first asked, his English carrying an accent unknown to Vanessa. The Inferior Mistress, now standing next to them, was obviously nervous, but didn’t seem to lose Her head. But before She could even answer, a third car arrived – a black coup?stopping behind the patrol car. The cruel clicking of extreme high heels on asphalt reached into the opened van.