Extreme Toyland VII: The Party at House Victoria

The lights in the seating area went off and the stage lighting remained on. It was time for the show to begin. Lady Victoria walked out on stage and greeted her audience. She was still dressed in black, but had traded her rubber dress for leather pants and a full corset with red accents.

"Welcome, friends!" she started. "Thank you all for coming to this magnificent party tonight! I hope you've been enjoying yourselves! This private show is my gift to you. A celebration of fifteen years of exquisite pleasure and suffering. What you are about to see will hopefully surpass your wildest dreams and imagination. I want you to pay close attention and take it all in. Hopefully this evening will be an inspiration to you all and push the boundaries of the fields you operate in."

She paused for a moment and looked around the room. Then she continued.

"I carefully selected, crafted and trained the meat that will be brutally tortured for your entertainment tonight. What you're about to see is real. No tricks, no fooling around. You didn't come out here to see a rehashed scene from some commercial femdom website. Before I get started I just have one favor to ask: no cameras, no photography, please! Thank you and enjoy the show!"

Lady Victoria turned around as her audience applauded and she went backstage to fetch her first victim of the night. She returned quickly with a slender girl on a leash. She was naked save for her wide collar and a bag over her head. Behind her was a servant wearing only black latex thigh-high boots and a red leather cupless half-corset. She pushed a well-stocked trolley table.

"Viewing position!" Victoria said to the collared girl.

The girl stood with her legs apart and her arms behind her covered head, pushing her chest forward and up. The audience got a good look at her body now. She was not as tall as Victoria, but her body was slender and toned. What it also was, was covered in welts, stripes, bruises and scars. Some of them looked fresh and they covered her whole body from her collar bones to her knees.

"The first meat of tonight is #44," Victoria said. "She's been in my care for about four years now and like all of the other meat tonight, she will be retired from my services and up for sale after this session."

"As you can see, she has endured a lot during her stay with me. Those tits are starting to sag from all the breast suspension and will have to be tied properly before they are of any use to me. Apart from her various bruises and scars, you will notice that she has her name tattooed where her pubes used to be. This is the case with all my meat."

Victoria glanced over at the servant with the semi-corset. She also had a tattoo on her pubic area.  "#71" it said. Below the tattoo hung her stretched labia with thick and heavy rings through them. They made a ticking noise as she walked.

"Turn and bend!" Victoria barked at #44.

The girl turned around and bent forward, pushing her ass high in the air, showing the end of a butt plug to the audience.

"All of her holes have been abused repeatedly with big objects and I'd like to think she's developed a craving for the extreme and would love to have them abused again for this occasion," Victoria continued.

She picked up two dildos from her supplies. One was a regular version about ten inches long and the other brutally thick and large, about the size of a man's forearm. She put them down on the stage in front of #44.

"Turn, cunt. Viewing position!"

The girl turned around again, placed her hands behind her hooded head and thrust her chest up and out.

"Listen carefully." Lady Victoria continued. "In a few moments I will take off your hood. You will then be asked some questions. You will answer them truthfully. After that, you'll be prepared and strapped down for your first task. Nod if you understand."

The hooded girl nodded twice.

Lady Victoria signaled to her assistant, who first removed the cloth bag from the slavegirl's head and then also removed her ball gag.

The girl's long blonde hair was put back in a high pony tail and she sported an oversized metal ring through her septum. Her pale face was dotted with freckles and her dark brown eyes squinted a little as she adjusted to the light on the small stage.

"Permission to speak. Tell us your age, cunt #44!"

"23, Lady Victoria!" she responded.

While Victoria started interviewing #44, her assistant wheeled in the necessary equipment for this first session.

"And what is your position here at House Victoria?"

"I am your filthslut, cunt and meat, Lady Victoria!"

"Explain "filthslut" to our guests!"

"I get off on sucking, licking, eating and drinking things that your regular meat does not have the stomach for, Lady Victoria!"

"And when is the last time you had a proper meal, cunt?"

"About three days ago, Lady Victoria, I have only been fed other meat's piss since then."

"Very well. That's how I keep your body slim and lean. Now explain "cunt" to our guests!"

"I have three holes that are best used for your pleasure, in any way possible, Lady Victoria!"

"Explain "meat" to our guests!"

"My body is yours to use and modify as you please without limits, Lady Victoria!"

"Good. That's all we will need from you. Permission to speak revoked! Kneel!"

Victoria's assistant came back on stage with a big bucket as #44 knelt down.  The assistant put the bucket in front of her. Victoria grabbed #44 by her neck and pushed her face down into the empty bucket. Her assistant handed her an electric hair clipper and immediately Lady Victoria started shaving her slave's head. It did not take long before all of her hair was gone and tossed in the bucket. Victoria dropped the clipper in the bucket as well and pulled #44 back up by her collar.

"So, that's that. Now let's begin."

She pulled the girl toward the middle of the stage, where the assistant had put a bondage table. About a foot above the table hung a big plastic bag from the ceiling. Something was in it, but it wasn't discernible from the outside.

#44 was put down on her back, with her legs pulled up and strapped to adjustable arms, much like on a gynecologist's table. Her head was placed in a custom box made of clear plexiglass with one side cut out for her neck and while the assistant strapped #44's body to the table with wide leather belts, Lady Victoria took a trolley table with two empty buckets to the audience.

"Dear guests, remember how I asked you for a filthy contribution? Now is the time to produce it. I'll be coming by to collect!"

Everyone in the audience rummaged through their stuff and came up with something. One of the guests stood up and urinated into one of the buckets. Others produced various liquids in labeled jars or dropped feces in plastic bags. Lisa had collected spit and blood from her toys and put her bottles with the filthy mixture on the trolley table. A woman next to her also put two jars next to the bottles. "Horse semen", she enlightened Lisa.

Victoria's assistant was almost done preparing #44. She had now strapped the girl's neck to the plexiglass box, bound her breasts, lit some candles and she'd neatly organized various torture tools for Victoria, who made her way back to the center of the stage.

She put the trolley table within reach and picked up a riding crop and started smacking down on #44's thighs. It was immediately clear that the tip of this riding crop contained something sharp, because streams of blood started trickling down the girls thighs to her ass. But the girl didn't make a sound.

Moving up her slave's body, Victoria smacked down on her sides and eventually on her bound tits, leaving a trail of blood.

"Oh I love the smell of blood," she sighed.

Victoria put down her riding crop and pulled on some strings that were hanging from the plastic bag that hung about a foot above #44's face. The bag quickly fell down to the floor and it was revealed that there was a dead pig hanging from its rear legs, its head right above #44. Some oohs and aahs escaped from the audience.

"#44 is going to be put to the test tonight," Victoria said. "You see the plexiglass container holding her head? It can't hold that much liquid. She'll have to swallow whatever I pour on her to keep breathing. I'm going to start with some pig's blood now. She'd better keep up.

Victoria pulled a big knife and didn't waste any time. She sliced the dead pig's neck and blood started running down on #44's face. The girl had her neck strapped to the table and could not move an inch. Slowly but surely, the blood started running down her face and into the box, pooling around her shaved head.

"She'll be busy with that for a while," Victoria said. "Time to start working on her front cunt."

It didn't take long for #44 to start choking and gurgling on the blood that was running down into her headbox. Victoria didn't pay much attention to it, but picked up her first real instrument of torture: a staple gun.

She used it to secure #44's stretched labia to her thighs, spreading her front cunt wide open. With about five long staples through each pussy lip, they were stitched tightly against the girl's thighs. Her clit was now also exposed. Victoria clamped it with a small alligator clamp on a string and tied the string off to one of the body belts keeping #44 tied to the table.

The girl had big trouble with all the blood raining down on her. She had to gulp down and swallow huge amounts of the foul thick liquid to keep her lips and nose free to breathe air. Victoria used her spiked crop on #44's pussy to distract the girl. After a few minutes, though, the pig had bled out and the blood stopped raining down. There was plenty of blood left in the headbox, but at least her mouth and nose were free to breathe.

Victoria asked for a round of applause from the guests and with the help of her assistant, she lowered and removed the pig, which turned out to be hanging from an electrical winch system. The mistress and her assistant then fitted #44 with a funnel gag and shut her nose with a special clamp. Her head remained in the blood-coated headbox.

"She will now swallow whatever I put in that funnel. I promise you that none of your contributions will go to waste," Victoria said. She quickly went on and picked up a toilet brush. Without any delay, she started rubbing it over #44's cunt hole, slowly fucking it in. When only the handle was sticking out, she addressed her slave.

"We're going to fuck your cunt with the toilet brush now.  While you enjoy that, you will swallow whatever comes down the funnel. When you can breathe again, you will try your hardest to say thank you. Then you will push your cervix out for me to play with. I want a nice prolapse for our guests!"

Victoria's assistant grabbed the handle of the toilet brush and started to fuck #44's pussy with it. She started out slowly, just working the brush hairs in and out with a slow rhythmic motion. Victoria walked over to the trolley with the collected jars and buckets and selected and opened the first two jars. She brought them over to #44's funnel gag and poured them down simultaneously.

"I'm starting off with something that's familiar to this filthslut: urine and semen," she informed the audience as the last drops of liquid trickled out of the jars. Everyone watched as the liquids mixed in the clear plastic funnel and tube connected to #44's gag. They ran down into the filthslut's mouth pretty quickly, the girl didn't seem to have a lot of trouble swallowing it all.

While the assistant kept a steady rhythm going with the toilet brush, Victoria lighted a gas heater and placed a wide pan on top of the small cooking fire.

"Warming excrement and other filth enhances their smell and flavor," she enlightened her audience. "I'm going to put all the collected feces in this pan and mix them with just enough fluid filth to create a sticky goo; easy enough to pour down the funnel, sticky enough to give my cunt a hard time swallowing. Let's see here, I'll add this jar of blood, and  --hmm, let's see what this is, --- horse semen to it. Together with a sprinkle of laxatives that should soften up the stool in this pan!"

Victoria turned around with two other jars and poured one of them down the funnel gag. "A mixture of spit, mucus and pussy squirts collected from the lovely sluts of House Cynthia, thank you," she said as she nodded towards a redhead in the audience. "Can I please get a volunteer from the audience to supply me with some more fresh, warm vomit?"

A woman wearing a long black dress with a dark green corset raised her hand. Lisa recognized Mathilde, in her mid-fifties one of the older ladies in the group. She had been a mentrix to Victoria and Lisa had seen her perform some crude CBT techniques on male slaves.

Victoria gestured to Mathilde to come on stage and she handed her a small stainless steel bowl. It didn't take her much effort to produce the requested vomit; two fingers down her throat and there it came. She spat everything into the bowl and handed it to Victoria, who thanked her friend.

#44 had just finished swallowing the previous filth that Victoria had thrown into her funnel and was getting ready to thank her mistress for her food. Victoria waited for that moment and kept stirring her smelly pan. Satisfied with the concoction, she turned off the gas and let it cool down for now.

"#44, permission to thank me now!"

The girl produced a muffled 'thank you Lady Victoria' through her gag and Victoria smiled. "I'm not sure everyone in the audience could hear that, cunt. But don't worry, I'll extract some louder noise from you in the next few minutes."

Victoria gestured to her assistant to stop fucking #44 with the toilet brush and to pull it out. #44 had already been instructed on what to do next. Not long after the toilet brush was removed, she slowly but surely pushed her pussy inside-out, revealing the pink and reddened insides between her spread and stapled labia.

"Good cunt," Victoria encouraged her, "Just a little more, I want to see that purple ring and then the tube, you know?"

The audience watched in silence as the well-trained girl pushed her uterus out. Slowly but surely her purple ring-shaped opening of the uterus protruded between her spread labia. But she didn't stop there. She continued to push until a cilinder-like stretch the size of a soda can hung out.

"Bravo!" Victoria shouted. She looked at her audience and pointed at the uterine prolapse her cunt had just produced.

"Did you know," she enlightened the people watching, "that this piece of filthy pain slut meat came up with this next part herself? That she got bored with my punishments and begged me to try this on her?"

Victoria rummaged through some of her supplies and came back with a fairly large metal clamp. She held it up for her audience to see before she pushed  it over the full length of #44's prolapse and started to tighten screws on both ends of the clamp, effectively trapping the expelled part of the uterus outside #44's body.

The assistant lighted a cigarette, took a drag and handed it to Victoria, who wasted no time. She bent forward and held the smoldering tip against the exposed flesh of the girl's uterus, rolling it from side to side.

#44's body instantly trembled in her bonds and the girl produced high-pitched shrieks through her funnel gag. Victoria smirked and took her first drag of the cigarette and grabbed the lighter from her assistant.

"Bring me #104 - then go over and stir that pot. Turn off the fire too," she commanded her assistant, who scooted off backstage while Victoria extinguished the cigarette on #44's uterus, relighted it and repeated this process a couple of times, creating a pattern of small, round burns and evoking increasing shrieks and sobs from her meat.

Victoria's assistant returned with a completely naked girl. She had her black hair up in a high ponytail. Her flat-chested body was completely devoid of any womanly curves: her small and slender frame looked boyish. She was very tall, taller than Victoria, and olive-skinned. Apart from her #104-tattoo, her body was free of any marks.

"Meet #104," Victoria introduced the new girl to the audience. "She is one of my newer oral sluts in training. And she loves giving head to anything -- really anything from big black men to horse cock. Let's see what she does when I unleash her on #44."

Victoria positioned the new girl between #44's spread legs and without any command, #104 started licking and sucking the cervical prolapse that was clamped off in front of her. Within moments, she sucked it off like a thick cock, sliding the full length in and out of her mouth until Victoria ordered her to stop.

The girl stopped and looked up to find that Victoria had picked up one of the burning candles.

"Just lick!" were the orders for #104 as Victoria tipped the candle over and poured down a stream of hot wax to where the girl was lapping over #44's tormented cervix.

As the girl kept doing her job, Victoria used the candle to cover #44's exposed tissue, occasionally hitting #104 on her lapping tongue. It didn't seem to faze the oral slut one bit.

When she was satisfied, Victoria ordered #104 once again to stop and she handed the candle to the girl.

"I will whip the wax off now. When it is gone, apply a new layer so I can take it off again."

The girl nodded.

With three strokes of a bamboo stick, Victoria removed the hardened layer of candle wax from #44's prolapsed uterus. After a quick nod to #104, a new layer of wax was quickly applied and Victoria repeated the process, sending sharp pain to her meat #44, who was making quite a bit of noise through her funnel gag.

Victoria put down the bamboo stick and walked over to her assistant who was still stirring the pot with filth.

"#104!" she barked. The girl, still holding the burning candle, scooted over to her mistress. Victoria took the candle from #104 and put it down next to the pan with filth.

"Tongue out, head back!"

#104 stuck her long tongue out and tilted her head a little backwards. Victoria took a scoop of the filth in the pan and dropped it from the spoon onto #104's tongue and into her mouth. The girl let out a high scream and quickly retracted her tongue and shut her mouth.

"Still a little too hot?" Victoria wondered.

The girl nodded as she kept passing the filthy mixture around her mouth, waiting for it to cool down some more before she'd swallow it.

"Fine, then we'll just get to work on my meat's ass while we wait a little longer for it to cool down," Victoria said.

To her assistant she added: "Keep stirring that shit!"

Victoria picked up the bigger of the two dildos that were brought on stage at the start of the performance. She walked over between #44's legs again and stroked the girl's tormented cervix, which was still kept in position by the metal clamp. She addressed her meat again.

"#44, listen up! You've shown our guests what a loose front cunt you have. Now it's time for us to put your back cunt on display."

She reached between #44's legs and started fiddling with the butt plug that was up the girl's ass. The end of the plug was fitted with a metal ring and Victoria put her index finger through. Slowly she pulled the butt plug out, inch by inch.

As the plug was revealed, the audience saw that the back stop of the plug was basically a rubber disc that was about two inches in diameter. It rested against #44's sphincter from the outside. Directly behind it was a thinner part of the dildo, about an inch long and an inch thick. Quickly behind the thinner segment, the butt plug grew in diameter again.

Slowly but surely everyone in the audience started to realize that this was no ordinary butt plug. Victoria pulled out about nine inches when #44's sphincter plopped shut again around a thinner segment of the dildo. The thin piece was again about an inch long. The dildo grew even bigger than the first part for the next segment; it was easily two-and-a-half inches thick.

Victoria kept pulling on the big black invader and revealed that the second segment was not the end of it. She had already pulled out about twenty inches, but there seemed to be more. After yet another thin part, the final part of the dildo was pulled out. All three segments were about nine inches long, making this butt plug one of the most extreme that Lisa had ever seen. Victoria held it up for her audience to gawk at. It evoked some gasps of surprise and some short discussion among the spectators.

#44's asshole was gaping wide open now. Victoria dropped the long dildo and started inserting the shorter but thicker dildo that had been on stage since the start. Even without lubrication it didn't take long before Victoria fucked the thick dildo in and out of her meat's back cunt, ramming the dildo in very forcefully and pulling it out immediately.

"You enjoy this too much, meat!" She addressed #44. "Push it out as far as you can now!"

#44 started producing her slime-covered bright red anal prolapse right away. First an inch, then two, three and finally about four full inches of her prolapse hung out of her asshole. It looked like a bright red lump of meat.

Victoria used another big metal clamp to also secure this prolapse outside of #44's body and called her young filthslut #104 over to help her out again. The girl walked over between #44's legs and only needed Victoria's hand gesture to start licking and sucking on the freshly provided anal prolapse in front of her.

The headmistress walked over to her assistant who was still stirring the filth pot and quickly exchanged some words with her. The assistant picked up the pan and moved into position near #44's funnel gag. Victoria picked up candle which was still burning and returned to where #104 was lapping and sucking at #44's insides. #104 took the candle from Victoria and handed her mistress the bamboo cane that was next to her on the floor.

"#44, listen up! I am going to play with the insides of your cunts now until you have swallowed every single drop of the delicious meal that our guests have provided for you. After that, we'll see if there's still room for dessert!"

Victoria nodded and her assistant filled the funnel gag to the edge with the lukewarm filthy mixture from the pan. It was indeed thin enough to pour down, but sticky enough to take a while to swallow.

While #44 struggled with the nauseating concoction that was leaking down into her mouth, Victoria started smacking her bamboo cane down. She took turns hitting the prolapsed cervix and colon while #104 halted her licking and sucking again.

Over the better part of five minutes, Victoria kept working on the girl's exposed meat while her assistant poured down the filthy mixture in batches, giving #44 just enough time to take a few breaths before the next batch would run down the funnel. Not that she was taking breaths. The pain in her lower body was so severe that she only had time to get cries and screams out between the pourings of filth.

Together with #104, Victoria continued the hot wax routine on both prolapses, with #104 pouring the wax and Victoria removing it again once it was hardened enough to be whipped off. They worked through three cycles before Victoria instructed #104 to clean up both prolapses with her mouth.

The girl vigorously attacked #44's clamped meat. Victoria checked her supplies to make sure that she would use all of the contributions her longtime friends had brought for this show. She found the last two bottles and read the labels out loud: "blood" and "spit". Lisa was excited to see that her stuff would also be used in this session.

"Whose contribution are these?" Victoria asked out loud.

Lisa raised her hand.

"Well, lovely Lisa, dear," Victoria addressed her friend, "Why don't you come down here and help me out a little?"

Lisa got up from her chair and walked the short distance to the stage in the tiny theater. When she was next to Victoria, Victoria continued.

"How would you like to see your contributions used on my meat, dear?"

"Well," Lisa replied, "since you started tonight with blood, why don't we end it with that as well?"

"Very good, what do you have in mind?" Victoria wanted to know.

"Pour it down the funnel as a dessert while she gets to endure some more pain."

"Okay..."

"You haven't properly used her tits yet."

"Very well, and what about the spit?"

"I'd like to pour it over those nice prolapses while your new meat laps it up. Didn't you say she was a filthslut as well?"

"Yes, she is indeed. #104 will be replacing #44 after tonight. Go ahead and do as you proposed!"

Lisa took the bottle of spit from Victoria and the two women walked over to where #104 was still sucking on #44's prolapses.

As Lisa opened the bottle and slowly poured half of its contents down, Victoria told #104 to lick up every drop, even if it fell to the floor.

The girl was determined to leave a good impression and showed her obedience by trying to catch all of the thick fluid that came down. Needless to say, some of it dripped down on the floor and #104 dropped to her knees to collect it as well.

"Good girl," Lisa cooed, "now open wide!"

#104 sat up, stuck her tongue out and tilted her head a little backward. Lisa quickly poured the remaining half of the bottle directly down #104's throat. It seemed like the girl didn't even need to swallow, everything went down so quickly.

"Bravo!" Lisa said. Victoria nodded in agreement and pointed between #44's legs as a cue to #104 to keep working her mouth on the exposed meat.

"Now what about her tits?" Victoria wondered, pointing at #44's chest.

"How long are those staples?" Lisa wanted to know, looking at #44's spread and pierced pussy lips.

"An inch." Victoria replied. "But they're not that thick."

"Let me shoot them in her tits while she gurgles on my toys' blood, okay?"

"Fine, you want it poured all at once?"

"Sure"

Victoria, still holding the bottle of blood, walked over to where she previously discarded her staple gun, picked it up and handed the instrument to Lisa, who was already in position next to the bondage table where #44's bound tits stood like purple balls on her chest.

"Ready"?

Lisa pressed the staple gun against #44's bulging titmeat and pulled the trigger.

"Tshkk"

#44 let out a low wail. This was the cue for Victoria to start pouring the contents of the last bottle down the funnel gag. When the whole bottle was empty and the funnel full of blood, she watched as Lisa used the staple gun on #44's tightly bound breasts, working her way around and then up to the girl's popping areoles and nipples.

Just before #44 finished swallowing the last ounces of fluid from her funnel, Lisa was done decorating her nipples with two staples each.

The two women took a step back and looked at the scene in front of them. #44 was exhausted and wasted from the crude treatment that her body had received and #104 was still lapping away like an energizer bunny.

Victoria thanked Lisa for her help and sent her back to her seat while the audience applauded in approval of Lisa's contribution to the performance. Victoria addressed the audience directly again.

"Friends," she started, "this first performance has now come to an end. We have two more live performances for you tonight. But as we clean up this mess and set the stage for the next part, you may enjoy a compilation of videos that I have produced over the past couple of years. We'll be right back. Enjoy!"

The light on stage went off and a projector screen came down from the ceiling on the edge of the stage, close to the audience. Immediately, a video started playing on the screen. It showed the highlights of various sessions that were performed with #44 over the last couple of years.