Isabel II - RavageMoi

Monday, January 3, 2023, 12.47 PM

“Hi,” Isabel said hesitantly after she sat down on the low couch and looked back and forth at the two people across from her. They were visibly unhappy with what had just played out in front of Isabel, but she tried her best to ignore what had happened.

“Hi,” the man said, still speaking Dutch to Isabel. “I’m sorry about that. I hope it didn’t scare you.”

Isabel shook her head to signal that it was okay. She had seen worse discussions and even physical fights from her parents before their eventual divorce.

“I am Master M and this is Hatice, she will operate the cameras today.”

Hatice still had a stern piercing look in her eyes and if looks could kill, both Isabel and Master M would not have been safe. The middle eastern woman kept her mouth shut, though, so Master M continued.

“She is very passionate about her work, as you can see,” he said. “You might have seen some of it. She has filmed a lot of sessions for La Maison des Douleurs.”

Unfortunately that name didn’t ring a bell with Isabel, but they produced exactly the kind of videos that she enjoyed to explore in her spare time.

Master M asked point blank if Isabel had any questions or if they could start filming her interview immediately. Isabel agreed to start filming. She had no questions. She had seen a hundred times how this next part was supposed to play out.

The woman got up from the couch, turned on the camera and adjusted its position and zoom level to where Isabel was sitting, before crashing back down next to Master M.

When the camera started rolling, Isabel got a little more chatty. She always experienced this when she was getting excited or nervous. She was usually a shy, reserved and quite antisocial girl, but she came alive when she was put under pressure to perform. It was like a second nature took over and gave her a kind of confidence that she lacked in day to day interactions.

Her big green eyes were wide open and looked directly at the camera between Master M and Hatice.

When Master M asked his first question, she slightly straightened herself from the comfortable, slouched position she was in and used her fingers to wipe several strands of hair from her face before tucking them behind her small ears on each side. She noticed for the first time how hot it was in the small room.

“Tell us, what is your name, where are you from and why are you here?”

Isabel looked down at the floor for a moment and then looked at Master M and started talking at a fast pace.

“My, uh, name is Iss or Little Izzy and I’m from a town near Nijmegen in the Netherlands and I’m here to be used by you in your video.”

She quickly looked up at where the camera was, then at Hatice, who still appeared to be agitated, and then back at Master M.

“Welcome,” Master M formally greeted her. “Little Izzy,” he repeated with a laugh. “I like that name.” At 1.95 meters tall he was a pretty tall man and still more than 20 centimeters taller than Isabel, who was no short girl at all at a little over 1.74. She was almost six inches taller than Hatice, but her slender, nymph-like physique was still hidden under her baggy clothes.

“So you say you know what I do in my videos, but I haven’t made any videos in years and you really have to look hard online to find any of them now.”

Isabel nodded.

“So how do you know about my work and what about it is something that made you contact me?”

“My, uh, Master has many of the videos from your old site and we watched a bunch of them together and I have a few on my phone that I watch often when I’m by myself at night.” She paused for a second. “And I have imagined myself in them many times.”

“Why?”

“Because, because I think it’s super hot what these girls do for you with all the performances.”

“Do you have any favorites?”

“What I emailed you about. I really like those French girls with the long pins and the blades of the knives.”

Master M grinned. He had fond memories of his sessions with a number of extremely perverted and masochistic young French women, who, like everyone else who appeared on RavageMoi, willingly submitted to him without any safe words or limits. Some of them had even begged him to continue after he’d performed his fantasies with them.

“Have you ever been in any such videos yourself?”

“We film stuff together when I’m with Master,” Isabel replied. I think he likes it even more than I do. He has filmed me at two S&M parties too, but those videos were more bondage and fetish than hard pain play.”

Master M nodded.

“I played pretty hard at a special party a few weeks ago,” Isabel continued, “but there were no photos or videos allowed by the host. I still have bruises and scabs from that, actually. I assumed you wouldn’t care about that, because that French blonde was also covered in cuts and bruises when she recorded her videos with you.”

Master M knew exactly what Isabel was talking about.

“I really liked her and the redhead,” Isabel added.

“Describe to me exactly what you liked.”

“I liked that they let you do whatever you wanted without being tied up. They did not flinch when you fucked their asses or throats very hard. Or when you cut their skin with a knife. You could see in their eyes that they were proud that you would use their body like that and they wanted to prove to you that they were worthy and would do anything for you. That’s something I would really like to do, let my body be used totally like that.”

“Are you not afraid of getting injured by the things you saw happen in any of the videos?”

“Yes,” Isabel replied. “But I like that fear. I like knowing that what I am doing has a part of danger to it. It excites me more than anything else. It was such a rush at the party in Germany when I was taken on stage to be used like a piece of meat. I still get chills when I think about it.”

“What kind of stuff did you perform there?” Master M wanted to know.

Isabel suppressed a chuckle. “I didn’t have to do much performing, actually. They basically bound me to this uncomfortable frame and beat, fucked, impaled and pierced me so much that I passed out before they were even done with me.

Master M raised his eyebrows in disbelief. He wasn’t sure if he should take any of this seriously from the girl sitting in front of him.

“They pierced my small tits with pretty thick rods and if I’m honest, I get quite horny thinking about feeling that kind of thing again,” she added with a blush.

“You sent me some images of stuff you want me to do with you to create a really special video for your master. Tell us a little about that.”

“I want to impress my master and show him he should pick me as his main pain slut, even though I’m the newest in his service. I know I can take more abuse and more hot things than the other two girls he has and I want to prove it to him. I want this video to really grab his attention.”

“I have to be honest with you: two out of the three drawings you sent to me are of acts that go well beyond the most extreme things we ever did at RavageMoi.” His face turned very serious for a second.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he continued, “they are hot as fuck. I will admit that just the thought of doing those things with you have made my cock rock hard multiple times over the last week.”

Isabel blushed and felt that she was getting aroused by where the conversation was going. Instead of deterring her, this was cementing in her mind that she was on the right path.

“They are fantasies that I’ve had for a long time and that don’t seem like they will ever be possible. I will be nervous, to be honest, if you actually decide to throw out the key in a few moments. I have seen some hard stuff in my time, but I’ve never seen anyone do these things to anyone on video. I’m quite nervous myself.”

Master M paused again for a moment and studied the relaxed and serious face of the girl in front of him.

“But the last image you sent is something I will not even consider doing myself. If you really want this to happen, I have found someone else to perform this with you. Someone who has been a mentor to me. He has developed very unusual and specific tastes over the years and he would love to have the chance to play with you tonight.”

Isabel’s eyes widened with excitement as she listened to Master M continue: “He didn’t believe me at first when I sent him your photos and he doesn’t believe you will go through with this in the end. He will truly be shocked if I have to give him a call in a few moments to tell him you are here and have actually decided to throw out the key. I don’t think he will believe me.”

Master M waited for a response from Isabel, but it didn’t come.

“This is stuff you really want to do?” He asked again in all seriousness. “I can’t believe you have been at this for very long yet.”

“Master B performed with another girl before they tortured me at that party I mentioned. He did things to her that I never knew were even possible, or that he had fantasies like that, but it was very clear that it got him off like nothing I’d seen before.”

Master M chuckled at the thought while Isabel continued: “He showed me afterwards where he got his inspiration from and that’s where those images came from that I sent to you. I know they are his favorites and I think it will be just so hot to perform that for him on video.”

Master M nodded. He had enough of this talk that seemingly went in circles. “I want to see what exactly I’ll be working with,” he said point blank. “Undress.”

Isabel had been expecting the command for a while, since it usually came much earlier in the little interview segments Master M recorded for RavageMoi.

She quickly got up from the couch and kicked off her sneakers before pulling down her pants and unzipping the white hoodie she wore.

Hatice eyed Isabel from top to bottom with a mix of disdain and disbelief as the fit girl in front of her slipped out of her sports shirt as well, revealing her naked torso before stripping fully naked by pulling down her black g-string as well.

Oversized leisurewear was so good at disguising a girl’s hidden physique. Isabel kept standing in front of the couch, next to the disorganized pile of her clothes. She looked stunning and knew it. It was funny how about a year ago, she hated everything about her body and things had changed so much since then, as she had discovered not only how to use her body to get things she desired, but also how to take care of it and use it for her own pleasure.

Both Master M and Hatice watched Isabel’s slender and toned torso, which was, like her upper thighs, covered in patterns of scabs and bruises in various shades, shapes and sizes.

Of course, these S&M professionals had seen this kind of stuff before and didn’t raise an eyebrow at the marks on her body. Even though there would be plenty of people in their position who would send Isabel away to come back at a later time, this option never crossed their minds.

This was an opportunity. Here and now. It was a private arrangement with no commercial restrictions and no paperwork. They could do whatever they wanted to this hot little thing and send her on her way again the next day, like was agreed upon before.

Master M had seen his share of fit, young women in his time and Isabel was right up there with the most attractive of them. He liked it when they looked tight and kind of innocent and inexperienced and even though Isabel had not-so-innocent marks over her entire body and a tense fire in her piercing green eyes, she was like a pretty nymph with big Bambi eyes caught in a web of depravity.

Isabel wasn’t sure if she should stay on her feet or sit down, but Master M aided her by commanding her to put her hands behind her head and spread her legs a little apart. It gave him and Hatice a spectacular view of her body.

He eyed her perky breasts, which looked like less than a handful to him, but still big enough to be able to be bound by rope or zip ties. They had very obviously been used for heavy piercing play recently, but the wounds had healed quite well and her long, swollen nipples were erect and stood proud on top of her firm tits.

The sides of her torso also were dotted with marks and stripes, as were her cunt and the inside of her thighs.

“Very well. Sit down,” he commanded her. It didn’t take her long to take her place on the casting couch again. She saw how Master M stared at her lower abdomen and hairless cunt and decided not to cross her legs. 

“So, those marks,” he continued the conversation, “how old did you say they were?”

“This is from November. Almost 7 weeks ago.”

“Damn. They really went to town on you. What happened to your tits and cunt?”

“They put a bunch of steel rods through my tits and skin of my thighs and some hooks through my pussy lips. Some were pretty thick,” Isabel explained like she read a grocery list. “The inside of my cunt was even worse than this on my tits. They fucked me with dildos that really did some cuts inside that haven’t fully healed yet They also stretched my ass with a massive dildo, but somehow that didn’t do a lot of damage inside.”

She said it casually, like that was just something that came with the territory, while the consequences of participating in reckless bdsm activities like those had dictated her life for a large part since. She had been lucky to be able to mask them or get away with them so far, which only fueled her conviction that what she was doing was OK.

“You have no piercings or tattoos?” Master M wanted to know.

“No,” Isabel replied, “I had rings through my nipples and pussy lips before, but they were only temporary.”

“Any disabilities or injuries?”

“No,” she answered. “No, wait. I do have a tattoo, but you can’t see it. It’s here inside my lip. She pulled down her lower lip and partly exposed the thin black lettering that said ‘I 15’, but it wasn’t clear to Master M what it was. When Isabel saw from his facial expression that he was a little confused, she started to explain a little to him.

“The Mistress at that party demands that all slaves who come to serve at her parties get tattooed before they are allowed in. It says ‘I’ for Isabel and then after that…”

Master M cut her off: “Enough!”

Isabel stopped talking and swallowed. She knew exactly what this meant. Master M said this all the time in the videos he had produced in the past.

“Anything else you want to say or ask?”

“Please take me seriously and don’t go easy on me. I want you to play really rough with me from the start. Just look at my swollen, long nipples,” she said while she crushed them between her thumbs and index fingers and pulled them up, “they are already the right kind of sore.” Unbeknownst to Master M or Hatice, this was a line she had heard on another old video where a slave girl begged to be used.

“Very well. This here,” Master M said as he placed a small key on the table in front of Isabel, “this is the key to exit this room.”

Isabel looked at the small object that was just placed in front of her. Her heart pounded in her chest from fear and excitement.

“You can use it to unlock the door you came in through, take your stuff, get dressed and walk away from here right now. Or,” he added, “you can take the key and toss it out into the hallway through the mail slot in the door.”

Isabel leaned forward and extended her arm in a swift motion to try and grab the key. When it was in her hands, Master M said: “Wait! If you choose the second option, you will return to the couch after throwing the key and you will find me sitting where you sit now. I will have my pants pulled down and you will kneel in front of me and open your mouth so you can meet my cock. From the moment you kneel down, you will do exactly what I tell you when I tell you and you will submit your body to me for whatever I want.

He paused for a second and looked Isabel straight in the eye. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master M,” she said, “I understand.” A thousand thoughts ran through Isabel’s mind. This was it. The moment of no return. She knew what would be next if she tossed the key out. First she would have to worship Master M’s cock and offer all her holes to him while he fondled and explored her body on the white couch. After that, they would exit through the door behind the couch between the artworks and go down to the basement where the butchery would be the backdrop to whatever sick fantasies she would bring to life with him and possibly even his mentor. Isabel envisioned a fictional twin brother.

Her mind was already made up. She slowly got up from the couch and felt the warm leather stick to her thighs. Hatice had taken her camera from the tripod and followed Isabel’s every move. She walked to the door that she entered through and squatted in front of the mail slot. Without hesitation, she lined the key up with the small slot and pushed it through.