Extreme Toyland III: A Visit from Meister Hans

All preparations were finished in tonight's playroom. The Atrium was nicely lit with soft lights on the walls and bright lights in the middle of the ceiling. The room was one of the biggest in Lisa's old castle-like mansion. Its dimensions were easily 40 by 40 feet with a ceiling that was 20 feet high.

The whole room was decorated in a classic Roman style, with columns against the walls and several alcoves with stone benches. Coming in through the main entrance, two large wooden double doors, a visitor would see a large decorated stone throne was placed on a platform against the back wall, flanked by several busts and statues.

There were three places of access to the space, two on the floor level and one higher up on one of the side walls, where there was a sizable stone balcony with a seating area. The decorated double doors were the main entrance from the main hallway, but there was another, smaller door that led to a smaller hallway connecting several rooms behind the Atrium.

Lisa was seated on the balcony, flanked by her apprentice Miss Crazy J and her toy Lynn. Next to Lynn sat Rick, who was up for a session with young Mistress Sarah later. Also sitting on the balcony was Daphne, who was out of commission for a few weeks to heal from an intense torture session. To her left sat Angela, one of Hans's subs.

They were sipping some after-dinner drinks and chatting in anticipation of tonight's double session: first a toy demonstration by Hans, Mistress Rachel and slave Petra; then a session with Mistress Sarah and Rick as her sub.

The double doors swung open and two girls entered the Atrium with Meister Hans in tow. Petra sported a much cleaner look now than she did when she first came to Lisa's mansion. The bright pink dye was gone from her hair, she turned out to be a natural blonde. Also gone were the barbells that Lisa had her take out of her nipples during her audition.

Her slender, athletic body had toned some more thanks to the many hours she spent in Lisa's gym. The words "Hurt me" that were tattooed on her lower abdomen, were adorned with a recently branded floral pattern. Petra had this work done when she visited her old hometown a few weeks ago.

When she walked in, led by Mistress Rachel, all attention immediately went to her magnificent tits. A stark contrast to her small waist and slender frame, Petra's tits were naturally large; but Meister Hans had just prepared her for today's session by binding her tits tightly around the base with long, thin wet leather strips. He used a blowdryer to dry and tighten the leather and had injected her boobs to nearly twice their size with a saline solution.

Mistress Rachel, who looked stunning in black latex thigh-highs, a matching miniskirt and a cupless corset, had also taken a few senses away from her sub. In addition to a blindfold and ball-gag, her sub wore wireless in-ear headphones with loud rock music playing through them. Rachel led Petra to the middle of the room, where something big was covered with a cloth.

Petra felt a mixture of the tightness of the bondage and a numbness from the saline. Other than that, her tits were just much heavier than usual. She was well aware of this, because Hans had told her to walk upright with her tits up and out.

Hans now followed the girls to the right-hand side of the room, where he removed the cloth to reveal a structure resembling a pillory. It was mainly made out of wood and metal and stood on a small podium. There were holes for hands and a head, and even a separate addition that would secure the ankles of a person in a kneeling position. Below the holes for the head and hands was a wooden shelf.

About two feet in front of the structure, there was a five-foot high wooden pole with a metal ring on top. A thick metal chain was threaded through the loop and it was hanging on both sides of the pole. Heavy brick-sized metal weights were laying on the floor, ready to be picked up and hung from the chain links at any time.

While Rachel led Petra to the pillory and made her kneel in position, Hans explained the purpose of this demonstration.

"Rachel here will demonstrate one of my new tit torture toys for you now," he said facing the balcony. "This is a custom built device that is definitely not for the weak. The demonstration will be short and to-the-point."

Rachel lifted the top part of the pillory, which was connected to the structure by a hinge, and placed Petra's head and wrists in their designated spots. She then closed the top again, trapping her sub's wrists and neck in tight, form-fitting holes lined with soft leather. She added a padlock for security.

Petra's bulging tits now hung just above the wooden shelf in front of her torso. Rachel secured her sub's ankles in place with yet another wooden plank with strategically placed holes in it.

When Petra was secured, Hans walked to the side and picked up a device from nearby that looked like a wide rectangular metal box with a turning knob handle on the top resembling an old-fashioned coffee grinder. He held it up to his audience by the handle at the top while he removed the front plate with his other hand and said: "it is my great pleasure to introduce to you: 'The Juicer'!"

When he slid the front plate away, it was revealed that the metal contraption was not really a box, it was a device made out of two metal plates at the top and bottom, connected in the middle by a cylindrical metal pipe with a turning knob handle at the top. Also on all 4 corners of the plates were metal pins running between the plates, keeping the plates exactly positioned above each other. When the middle knob was turned, the plates were either moved closer together or further apart.

But the plates were not simply flat surfaces. They were covered in rows and rows of evenly spaced hollow needles of various gauges. The ingenious part was, that the two plates were inverted: wherever there was a needle in the top plate, there was a hole in the exact same spot in the bottom plate and vice versa. This meant that the two plates could be crushed against each other if there was nothing in between them.

It would be a different story if there was actually something crushed between the plates: whatever it was, it would be squished by the pressure of the turning knob. First pressing all the hollow needles in, then pushing them further and forcing any fluid out through the hollow needles by the compression caused by the plates. Hence: 'The Juicer'.

Rachel produced a thick white cloth from behind the pillory and draped it in front of Petra, securing it to the plank under her sub's tits and guiding it down to the floor.

Hans extended the device to its maximum height and placed it on the shelf in front of Petra. Rachel then guided her sub's tits while Hans put the Juicer in place, with the adjuster bar between Petra's bound and inflated tits. He then stepped away from the pillory and let Rachel have her way with her toy and the torture device. Hans left the Atrium and made his way to the balcony to enjoy the show.

Rachel walked around her restrained toy and inspected her from all sides. Back at Petra's front again, she said: "In a few moments I will demonstrate the Juicer to you. It's really a magnificent instrument that is aptly named. I had the pleasure of using it two times in the last week, and I thank Hans for teaching me how to use it. Before I show its effect to you, I will secure my toy's tits in place."

She picked up four short skewers and two medium-sized metal rings and walked up to Petra. She put three skewers down on the shelf supporting the Juicer. Without any hesitation, Rachel grabbed Petra's left nipple between her thumb and index finger and pulled it forward through one of the metal rings. With her right hand she pushed the skewer through the areola behind the nipple and in front of the ring. Within a minute, Petra's nipples were pierced with two skewers each, holding the rings in place.

Rachel proceeded to thread a thin metal chain through the two metal rings around her toy's areolas and connected it to the heavy chain on the pole in front of Petra. The weight of the chain immediately put a lot of pull on the areola rings.  It instantly stretched Petra's nipples forward. For good measure, Rachel hung two heavy weights from the chain.

With her bulging tits pulled forward, Petra was completely restrained inside and against the pillory, with no option to pull back or move sideways.

"Watch closely," Rachel said, "like Hans said, this is just about the toy and its effect. I'm not going to play games, I'm not going to tease my sub, I'm simply going to to turn a handle here."

With those words, she stepped forward on the white cloth and started turning the handle. Slowly but surely the top plate started to move down, enclosing Petra's shiny, wet, bulging tits.

After a minute or so, the longest needles from the top plate had reached Petra's skin and started poking against it. The skin, being stretched as it was, broke easily and the first couple of needles slid in.

Petra, who previously had no idea of what was going to happen to her, felt the stinging pain in her tits and produced a muffled scream into her oversized gag.

This didn't stop Rachel from turning the handle. After a few more moments the bottom needles also started sliding into Petra's tits. A mixture of blood and saline solution dripped down from the Juicer and stained the white cloth.

The plates were still about 6 inches apart and Rachel had some turning ahead of her. Soon the medium length needles would also start penetrating the slightly compressed skin, at which point considerably more fluid would run out.

There were about twelve long hollow needles in each plate; two inches in length and quite thick at 8 gauge. Hans designed them to do only one thing: draw as much blood as possible.

Rachel kept turning the handle at a steady pace, slowly pushing the needles in further while also compressing her slave's tits between the two metal plates. Blood was running out faster now, trickling down on the very stained cloth.

The medium-sized needles were about an inch and a half long and 11 gauge. There were 10 of them on each plate and they were now slowly pushed into Petra's tormented tits.

Petra's tits had gone from mostly swollen, heavy and numb, to sensitive and "on fire" in a matter of moments. She had never experienced such intense pain before and was crying out, almost choking behind her ball gag at times.

Blood was seriously dripping down from the torture device, sometimes building up on the edge of the plates and then running down in a stream. The previously white cloth was now mostly red and soaked in blood and saline solution.

Totally disregarding her sub's pain, Rachel kept a slow but steady pace turning the handle and finally the 14 gauge short 1-inch needles pierced Petra's crushed tit meat. There were plenty of those as well: thirteen in each plate.

It was getting harder and harder for Rachel to turn the handle. The closer the plates got, the more force was needed.

The plates were eventually only 2 inches away from each other, which meant that the longest needles had been pushed all the way through Petra's saline inflated tits; twelve top to bottom and another twelve vice versa.

The color of her tits had changed from a dark purplish red to a glassy grey. The seventy needles had drained her bound mammaries of their color. Rachel stopped turning the handle and stepped to the side.

Petra was a bloody mess from her tits down. The white cloth was totally drenched in the blood and saline that was squeezed from her mangled breasts.

Lisa, who had been fascinated by the show, got up from her seat and stepped to the edge of the balcony. Her companions followed and they all applauded.

Rachel looked up and smiled to her audience.

"Can I inspect it up close?" Lisa asked.

Rachel turned toward Hans, who nodded. "Of course!"

Lisa made her way down from the balcony through the hallway to the atrium and entered through the double doors.

Rachel waited patiently until her mentrix arrived and stepped to the side.

Lisa put down a riding crop that she was carrying and ran her fingers over the top plate of the Juicer, which was covered in blood. Then she felt Petra's compressed tits between the plates.

"Wow, that's pretty," she said. "I want to turn it a little more. Left or right?"

"Right," Rachel replied.

Lisa grabbed the handle and tried to turn it some more. She found that it took quite some effort to move the plates even closer together, but managed to turn it far enough to get the tips of the longest needles through the opposite plates.

Petra's loud screams were muffled by her gag while more blood and fluids dripped down on the soaked red cloth.

"Magnificent," Lisa exclaimed with a big smile on her face. She was already thinking about the possibilities of this toy. It would be a great turn-on to suspend a toy by her tits with it. But that would have to wait.

"Now take it off," she said to Rachel.

Rachel stepped in again and slowly started turning the device's handle the opposite way. This went much easier than compressing it.

As the plates separated again, Petra howled into her gag. She had never felt as much pain in her tits as tonight, despite some brutal treatments by Lisa and her former master in Cologne. She was surprised that she had not passed out yet, as she had once before when the pain got too intense. This pain seemed worse than it had been then.

It took quite a few turns of the handle to separate the plates again. The needles of the top plate slowly but surely slid out of Petra's tits, pulling her tits slightly up. But the needles in the bottom plate were so strongly embedded, that her tits remained pinned to the bottom plate when the top plate was removed.

Lisa was mesmerized by the blood pooling on Petra's mangled tits. She gazed at the dozens of puncture holes with delight.

Rachel put the blood-covered top plate, needles up, down on the floor and walked over to the pole in front of her sub. She removed the heavy weights that pulled on the chain that was connected to Petra's areoles. Then she took the chain and walked back to her sub.

"I need your help," she said to Lisa. "Would you like to hold the plate down or yank her tits up by these chains?"

"I'll hold it down, you pull," Lisa replied. She squatted in front of the pillory and pressed the metal plate down on the wooden shelf. "Do it slowly, I want to see those pins slide out!"

Rachel positioned herself better to pull Petra's tits straight up by the chains that were connected to her areoles and slowly started pulling the chains up.

Little by little, she lifted Petra's tits off the pins as Lisa held the plate down and Petra moaned into her gag. Blood seeped out of the puncture wounds as the needles slid out, pooling at the base of each bound tit before running down on the bottom plate and Lisa's hands.

With the blood-covered plate now free, Lisa picked it up and placed it next to the top half of the device. Then she turned back around and ran her fingers over Petra's bleeding tits.

"Can I take these out?" she asked while pointing at the skewers in Petra's areoles.

"Yeah, I'm done with those," Rachel replied.

Lisa took the skewers out one by one, dropping them to the floor. She also let the rings fall down. "Perfect," she said when she was done. "What's next?"

"Well, I'm done with the demonstration," Rachel replied, "Unless there's something you'd like to do, we can release her and clean up."

"Nah, not yet, dear," Lisa said. "Look at those tits, they are perfect. I want to play with them a little more."

Lisa leaned forward and grabbed both Petra's blood-covered tits at their base, where they were still bound tightly with the leather straps. She squeezed down hard, making Petra scream out into her gag as even more blood ran out of her wounds.

Lisa did not let go, but instead started massaging the girl's soaked breasts, working her way up to her nipples. Then she let go. Lisa found an edge of the white sheet that was not soaked in blood yet and she wiped her hands on it before grabbing her studded riding crop that she put down when she came in.

"Just get her out of there and onto the sheet, on her knees."

Rachel followed her mentrix' orders and removed the locks on the pillory. She helped Petra out and onto the sheet.

"Remove the other stuff too," Lisa added, pointing at Petra's head.

Soon enough, the blindfold, gag and in-ear headphones were removed as well.

Petra was kneeling on the sheet that was soaked in her blood and her eyes were adjusting to the light. She was caressing her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them a little. All her pretty makeup was ruined by her tears and the blindfold. She looked like a wild mess.

"Good girl," Lisa cooed. "Cup your tits and hold them up for me to whip!"

Petra was a little hesitant but she pushed her tits up and out while pressing them together with her cupped hands.

Lisa didn't waste any time and slammed her vicious riding crop down on the poor girl's chest. "Whack! Whack! Whack!"  Little splatters of blood flew around, landing on Petra's face and coming down on her hands, arms and lower body.

Petra screamed out as the crop hit her tits and the sharp metal studs bruised her bleeding and mangled skin. In a reflex, she crossed her arms across her chest, trying to protect herself.

"Now be a dear and don't do that," Lisa said, "Or will I have to restrain you again?"

"No, ma'am, I'm sorry," Petra replied as she repositioned herself, cupping the underside of her breasts and pushing them together and out again for her mistress to whip.

Lisa aimed for the nipples this time and smacked down hard, alternating between left and right. "Swish-Whack - Swish-Whack - Swish-Whack - Swish-Whack," the crop came down four times.

Petra gritted her teeth as she took the pain, tears running down her face. Lisa smacked down a couple more times and then stopped.

"There's no more time for play now -- people are waiting for Sarah's show -- but damn, this is one great toy!" Lisa exclaimed. Rachel smiled.

"Get her out of here and clean her up, will you?" Lisa asked.

Rachel nodded.

"Join us on the balcony when you're done, there's some great stuff coming, I'll reserve a seat for you."

Lisa turned around and left the atrium again, leaving Rachel and Petra behind. Rachel helped her sub up and the two slowly walked out through the double doors. It wouldn't take long before the show would continue on the other end of the room, where a spotlight now illuminated the large stone throne and its surroundings.