Isabel III - triple.trouble

Tuesday, February 14, 2023. 10.37pm.

Isabel was exhausted when she crashed down on her bed after a long day filled with classes, household chores, a short romantic meeting with Master B and, finally, an hour of training and exercise that she capped off with a nice long swim.

She liked going swimming at night. The pool was just two streets away from where she lived and it was usually just her and one or two others in the large facility. It appealed to her that everyone minded their own business and she could get her exercise done in peace.

She had skipped a couple of weeks altogether after her adventures in Belgium in the first week of January, but she had felt comfortable enough again to go out and run the risk of being seen in a swimsuit. She had wisely changed her attire from bikinis to a swimsuit to cover up as much of her body as she could. Even though the risk was low, there was always the chance she would run into someone she or her family knew. Better to avoid that possibility.

Isabel had briefly seen Master B late in the afternoon. He had stopped by a local KFC and picked her up. They had enjoyed burgers and fries, a special splurge for Isabel in her otherwise strict diet. Since it was best that they weren’t seen together, Master B had used the drive-through before Isabel entered his car in an adjacent office’s parking lot. After that, they had driven a short distance to the park to eat their meal in celebration of Valentine’s Day. The park was practically abandoned, people were not allowed in after sundown.

Since Master B was as close to a boyfriend Isabel had, it held special meaning for her, even though she knew she was just one of a handful of girls that he considered his ‘pets’. At least he made some effort to be with her, if just for an hour. Who knew what he would be doing later this night. It was such as shame she couldn’t spend it with him.

They had made out in the car and he had fucked her passionately and rough from behind while she was bent over the hood of the car. It was just a quickie, but it felt good enough to reassure her his interest was still there. Isabel wasn’t sure if his increased aggressiveness was due to the fact that her master was finally realizing she craved being used like that, or if he was just letting her know how he felt about her plans for the upcoming weekend. Either way, she had enjoyed the change immensely.

Her thoughts wandered to the next few days and the upcoming weekend, where she had planned another trip to Belgium, where Master O had invited her back for some play time. She swiped through their Telegram chat to re-read his messages. He had asked her to be his guest again to enjoy an afternoon of “deliciously perverted disgusting sex” as he had put it aptly, with another male master, one of his friends, who was going to bring two of his own slaves, a boy and a girl, for some group “fun”.

About a week ago, he had sent her a short compilation video of four naked girls that looked like they were initiates at some kind of student club or sorority, going through degrading entrance rites. They were beaten, taunted, molested and physically and verbally abused by about a dozen other girls, all of whom where at least partially dressed. Also in attendance were two guys, who seemed to take orders from two of the leading girls, both pretty brunettes who remained fully clothed.

In less than 120 seconds of video, the naked girls sustained bruises, cuts, burns and puncture wounds at the hands of the others, before they were taken to some kind of shower room where they were pissed and shitted upon and raped in all their holes with all kinds of food and objects. They eventually were seen licking each other and the floors and walls clean before the compilation wrapped up.

What had struck Isabel most about the video, in addition to the extreme level of filthiness and abuse, was the eager participation of all four girls. It looked like they had something to prove, really wanted to be part of something and were willing to undergo these extremities as their ticket in. That, and the curious part halfway through, where all of the girls were forcefully held down and received some kind of mysterious injections in various body parts.

Master O had asked her if she had ever been with another girl, sexually, which she confirmed, to his content.

Another video Master O had sent was a short one, just fifty-three seconds long. It showed the torso of a slender girl wearing a leather strip harness that resembled a bra on top, with shoulder straps running down to small rings that connected further strips of leather at a forty-five degree angle running down to the sides of the girl’s breasts, with a larger ring sitting exactly in the middle between her breasts, where four straps came together like an X-shape, framing her small, pointy tits in two diamond-shaped leather figures. More strips ran down diagonally from the bottom of these diamond shapes and came together at another big metal ring that rested just under the girl’s belly button. To top it off, the girl had large fish hooks through her nipples, which were pulled slightly up by thin strings that ran forward and up, outside the field of view.

This view was static and the resolution wasn’t the greatest. What was immediately clear, though, was what was going to happen, as two large hands covered in white latex gloves appeared from the right hand side of the screen. One hand, with a shiny watch around its hairy wrist, immediately reached for the girl’s left breast and gently squeezed it from both sides with thumb and index finger, while the other hand brought a long, flat meat skewer into view. It was quickly placed against the side of her left breast and pushed in, which caused the girl, who had been quiet up to that point, to produce some muffled screams.

She started shaking a bit and bobbing back and forth, which nicely stretched her small tits into cones, since her nipples were pulled up by the fish hooks.

The hands waited until she stood still again before pushing the long pin even deeper into her breast. The girl shrieked a couple of times. At this point it also became apparent that her arms had not been bound behind her back, because she suddenly moved her arms to the sides, only to cross them immediately behind her back again.

After a third pause and push, the pointy tip of the flat skewer could be seen stretching the skin on the girl’s right breast as it tried to break through. It took some effort from the hands, accompanied by a soundtrack of wails from the girl, but eventually the pin emerged.

The hands pushed the pin further, until an equal part of its footlong length stuck out on each side of the girl’s breast. With the tip of the skewer ready to be pushed through the girl’s other breast, the camara panned up, showing her completely hooded head and metal collar before cutting to a different point in time where the girl’s other breast had also been pierced with the same rod and candles were installed between her breasts and on each side, with their flames licking the metal skewer. Sobbing inside her hood, the girl cried and screamed out in pain while the video slowly faded out to a black screen.

“What did you think of the video?” Master O had typed after he had given Isabel barely enough time to watch it.

“That looks hot,” she had ambiguously replied, to which the old sadist countered with “Well, maybe we should try.” Isabel instinctively rubbed the scars on her breasts that she got from her visits to Fraulein Stahl and Master M.

These videos were designed to test her, generate conversation and prepare her for the upcoming play session. That much was clear to Isabel. Every night in bed she studied them and masturbated herself to sleep.

Despite the long travel time, it was going to be an exciting trip.