Isabel II - RavageMoi

February 11, 2023, 3:42pm

“No, not yet!” Isabel yelled up to the kitchen and laughed. “Two more minutes.” Master B was getting more and more curious to find out what she was up to.

It had taken her considerable effort to keep his hands off of her since she got to his house about twenty minutes ago. He had been trying to get his hands under her clothes from the moment he picked her up from the train station, but she had slipped away from his grasp every time. He had smelled her neck and kissed her passionately when she entered his car after almost three months apart. It had not been her choice that they had not seen each other for so long. It was his decision to go on trips and spend time with other girls that had prevented them from meeting up again after their extreme experience at Fraulein Stahl’s party in November.

Isabel had told Master B to fix drinks while she went down to his basement to prepare her surprise. The spacious underground floor ran the full depth and width of his house. It was still a work in progress, but his little theater corner had been finished a long time ago.

It was constructed in an alcove-type corner and featured a spacious king size mattress on the floor in front of a large screen tv that was bolted to the wall. It was a comfortable spot to relax on the mattress and watch videos on the big screen. Isabel liked the vibe. The area was completely made out of wood panels that were black and burgundy red and the style was a mix of oriental and art deco. The ceiling was covered in mirror panels  and the walls featured high quality framed photo prints featuring beautiful women in fetish gear and bondage positions. Master B had told Isabel during her first visit that he had taken the photos himself, but she wasn’t sure she believed him at the time.

Even though she had taken off her shoes when she entered the house, the rest of her baggy clothes stayed on, which was out of character for her. She usually loved parading around in skimpy outfits or expensive lingerie that he had picked for her. It had puzzled Master B, but he had played along with Isabel’s request that they would immediately go downstairs because she wanted to show him something.

When he came down exactly two minutes later with his gin tonic and her peach ice tea, she was sitting on the mattress, propped up against one of the many oversized pillows.

Isabel didn’t say a word, but smiled and took her drink from him and watched him as he sat down next to her.

“I have something to show you,” she said as her big green eyes watched his every move. “I hope you like it.”

She started the video on her phone, which sent the stream to the AppleTV’s AirPlay on the big screen.

Isabel’s eyes darted between the big screen and his face as she was trying to catch his non-verbal reactions to what he was watching.

The screen faded out from black and showed a slow motion video of a closeup of a muscular man forcing his huge cock down the throat of a hooded girl with a spider gag in her mouth. A loud industrial metal soundtrack accompanied the images. His distinct tattooed hands pressed her head against his crotch for several moments before he pulled his long cock out of her throat and let her cough before he started another round of rough skull fucking.

Immediately when the video started, Isabel‘s mind was back in the basement in Belgium that she had fantasized about for so long. Every waking moment not occupied by mandatory daily events had been consumed by the possibility of that moment, until it actually happened.

The camera zoomed out slowly, showing that the slender, hooded girl was naked, on her knees, in a dimly lit room with a dark floor and ceramic tiles on the walls. Her arms tied tightly behind her back with a belt, she was unable to react to the physical assault of her mouth and throat.

Master B watched with attention. He recognized the tattoos on the man’s hands immediately and the place looked exactly like it did in the RavageMoi videos from all those years ago. He thought he had seen all of them, but this one was new to him.

The man pulled his cock out of the girl’s throat again and slapped his hand hard against the left side of her hooded face. She was coughing her lungs out and spit up more mucus and saliva, which was running down her chin and the middle of her torso.

The tattooed hands grabbed her small, perky tits and pulled her to her feet. She stood up, albeit unsteady, quickly helped by one of his large hands around her throat.

His other hand squeezed her left nipple before slapping her breast with massive force. The hooded girl yelped. Then she yelled again when he repeated the squeeze and slap on the other side.

When the camera zoomed out to show a full view of the scene, it was clear that the man wrapped a belt around the girl’s neck and connected it to a large metal hook above her head.

The hooded girl was struggling to stand with her ankles spread uncomfortably far apart with a metal spreader bar and her arms tied together behind her back. She was now held upright by the belt around her neck that was connected to a hook that hung from a motorized winch on the ceiling.

The tattooed man used the winch control to raise and tighten the belt just uncomfortable enough, but not yet so much that it totally cut off her air.

Isabel saw how Master B had his eyes glued to the screen. She wondered if and when he would realize what this video was, but was convinced that he hadn’t figured anything out yet.

The video now zoomed in on the upper half of the girl’s torso and her hooded face, clearly showing her reddened breasts and long, swollen nipples. Isabel thought this was a moment of a clear giveaway, but Master B showed no special reaction.

The large tattooed hands slid a set of flat metal plate clamps over both of the girl’s nipples, trapping her areolas and about half of the nipples between the plates. They were tightened together with bolts and wing nuts. Either the man was very adept at this or there was some advanced video editing going on, and the clamps went on rather quickly. The small metal plates that flattened the base of the girl’s nipples featured a small round hole in the middle. It was quickly shown why: the man produced a rather long screw that he pushed through the hole into the girl’s skin and used a power tool to quickly drill it all the way through her clamped nipple until about an inch of the screw stuck out at the bottom and another inch remained visible at the top.

The spider gagged girl shrieked loud when the screw was drilled through her flesh, the second time even more than the first. The man played around with the fresh piercings for a second, flicking his fingers against the screws and pulling on them.

Isabel cuddled up against her master while the camera zoomed in further on the girl’s tortured nipples. Her hand found its way down to his crotch, where she felt his hard cock stiffening in his pants.

Master B’s eyes remained glued to the screen while Isabel slowly unbuttoned his pants. He watched as the RavageMoi torturer grabbed the tips of the girl’s nipples between pliers and started twisting them and pulling on them, making her wail like a banshee.

When Isabel had freed her master’s hard cock from his underpants and shifted her position to take its head in her mouth, the video slowly zoomed out again, showing how the man lowered the winch, unhooked the belt and pulled the girl to her knees again for another round of face fucking.

It was brutal. Master B had seen the RavageMoi videos hundreds of times and he felt like there was a different kind of aggressiveness here, a new level of violence that surpassed what he had seen before. The girl received hard slaps against the sides of her hooded face with his cock deep in her throat. The video footage zoomed in again to a closeup of the girl’s hooded head and the spider gag that kept her mouth spread open. It was clear that she was bleeding either from her mouth or her nose, because her blood was clearly visible mixed in with the saliva she was drooling.

Isabel had now also started to take Master B’s cock deeper in her mouth and throat. She had missed his cock. It had been too long since she had felt and tasted him.

As she started sucking him off more aggressively, the girl on the video was allowed to cough once more. The man now rhythmically slapped his flat hands hard against the sides of her face, alternating between sides and slowing his pace while the girl used her tongue to lap at his massive cock head in front of her thick lips.

His tattooed fingers reached behind her head and slowly pulled the zipper of the hood forward as she worshipped his piss hole with the tip of her tongue.

The camera slowly panned a little sideways until it reached a profile view. With every inch that the man moved the zipper up and forward over her head, the hood fell a little more open, revealing the girl’s long, bright blonde hair as it fell down to her shoulders.

Before fully opening and removing the hood, the tattooed fingers also released the strap of the spider gag around the back of the girl’s head. When it was loose, the man swiftly pulled both the hood and gag away from her head and let them drop to the floor.

Master B grunted and gasped as Isabel pushed her head all the way down over his hard cock and started deepthroating him right at the moment when her face also stared right at him from the video screen before it received another hard slap and the man pushed his cock in the back of her throat and grabbed the back of her head again to push her lips tightly against his crotch.

“Whoa, whoa, WHAT?” Master B exclaimed when his brain processed the image on his large video screen. Within a split second he sat up straight, pulling his hard cock out of Isabel’s throat in the process. She gasped for air and coughed a little while bursting out in laughter, but his face was dead serious.

“What the fuck?” he asked. “What is this, is this a deep fake or something?”

Isabel shook her head.

“How?” He looked back and forth between the girl in his basement and the TV screen, where the tattooed hands used the pliers again to grab and twist the girl’s nipples as well as random other patches of skin on her upper torso.

“I went to Belgium and made this for your birthday when you were on your trip during Christmas break,” Isabel explained. “Do you like it? I just got the video files this past weekend.”

She looked at him with her big green eyes.

“Pause it,” he said. “Let me get this straight.”

Isabel wiped her lips, straightened herself and grabbed her phone and paused the video.

“You went to Belgium and recorded a video with Master M from RavageMoi?”

“Yes.”

“What? How? That site has been closed for years. He went to prison after a conviction for rape and abuse!”

“I know,” Isabel said dryly. “The website doesn’t exist anymore. But the studio building is still there.”

“But how do you even know him? No one wants to work with anymore him since he got convicted and cancelled. He’s one of the most controversial figures from the last decade or so.”

Master B’s mind was blown. His Little Izzy fucked and beaten by a notorious sadist like Master M... he wouldn’t have believed those words if he hadn’t just seen the video footage himself. But on the other hand he had enjoyed immensely what he saw.

“I found his profile on FetLife a while ago,” Isabel explained. “I messaged him repeatedly and begged him to help me out. He didn’t reply for a while and didn’t think I was serious until I sent him the photos you took of my body after the party at Mistress Stahl’s. Even when I sat across from him in his little interview room, he didn’t believe I was for real.”

Master B was flabbergasted. “How did you even get to where he lives? And didn’t you think that would be dangerous!?”

“I went by train and taxi. I had some money saved up from my birthday and Christmas.”

“You went alone??!” It sounded like Master B was getting a little upset. Isabel didn’t immediately answer.

“Yes, I went alone,” she said briskly. “How else did you think I would go? With my mom? Or my sister?” She sounded a little ticked off. “I did share my location with Ella, so she could see where I went if I didn’t check in after a few days.”

“A few days!” ‘he exclaimed. “How long did you stay there for anyway?”

“I went on the train on Monday morning and was back at Ella’s on Wednesday night, so, uh, two-and-a-half days. I couldn’t walk properly yet on Tuesday, so I stayed an extra night at Olivier’s house.”

“Olivier?? Who is that?”

“He’s Marcel’s uncle and mentor.”

“Marcel??” Master B’s head was spinning.

“Marcel is Master M. That’s what the M is for,” Isabel laughed.

“Oh! And Olivier?”

“Marcel lives at his parents’ house again. He lost everything after he was convicted, he told me. He could not let me stay over there, so he arranged for me to stay at his uncle’s place. They worked together at a place where Marcel started out as a master in bdsm like 25 years ago. He had a funny nickname. Brussels Bitch Trainer or something.”

It didn’t ring a bell with Master B.

“His place wasn’t the cleanest or prettiest, but I never felt in danger and they were very professional with their skills. They were able to deliver what was arranged.”

“And what was arranged?” Master B wanted to know.

“I asked Marcel if he would use me in a video like he used his French girls in those videos we watched together,” Isabel started explaining. “And I sent him some of those hot drawings we browse together, like the black and white ones, and asked him to perform those with me.”

Master B’s jaw dropped. “2+2=5?” he wanted to know.

“Yeah, one of those and one from that Japanese woman I can’t ever remember the name of. Plus a special surprise that you will have to find out later.”

Master B knew exactly what Izzy was talking about. Dozens of hentai guro images shot through his brain trying to think of all the drawings she could have sent to these sick bastards.

“They laughed at you and told you no, right? I mean, you barely have any money to travel there, let alone to pay them for a video production?”

“We tried to do everything I sent to Marcel and did even a little more at Olivier’s,” Isabel said proudly and a little annoyed.

She couldn’t believe her Master would think she couldn’t pull this off. It ticked her off a little that he was so full of questions instead of happiness. But his cock got rock hard from her on the screen. She decided to irk him a little more.

“Even when I couldn’t walk properly yet on the second day, Olivier said he had an idea that he had been wanting to perform for years and he had never been able to find anyone who looked like what he wanted until he saw me. And he asked if he could do it with me because I had been so good the day before and I did another little video shoot with him. He even paid me for it before he dropped me off at the train station.”

Master B didn’t know how to feel about all of this. He had kind of liked the idea that he could guide and educate her in the world of acquired tastes bdsm. He knew she would eventually go her own way, but certainly had not expected her to engage in this kind of stuff already now.

He had a thousand questions running through his head, like what exactly she had done with these guys and how much damage they had done to her. How much she enjoyed this whole adventure and what was going on inside her head right now. It took him a while to respond and Isabel calmly took a few sips from her ice tea.

“Did they do anything real bad to you?” he stammered eventually. “You did use a safe word like I taught you, right?”

Isabel shook her head and looked down. “No, the whole point of this was that there was no safe word. Isn’t that what you enjoyed in Germany when you went on stage and destroyed that girl’s asshole?

Her rhetorical question came out with a little harsher delivery than she intended. It left Master B speechless.

“Yes, they did a lot of real nasty stuff with me,” Izzy continued with a heightened tone of confidence in her voice, “but you know what? I loved every second of it. I begged them to do everything with me and I knew those things were part of the deal. I am still young. I will heal. And I will probably do more stuff that’s even more thrilling than this. I loved how it felt when they used me!” She took another sip, emptying her drink.

“Can I see your body?” he asked. He had already inspected her face, but couldn’t see any telltale signs of physical abuse.

“Would you not rather see the videos first?”

“I don’t know. I..”

Isabel cut him off. “I want you to see the videos first.

“How many did you do?”

“Four.”

“Are they all as long as this one?” he asked, gesturing his hand to the paused screen which showed that the video was paused at just under 6 minutes of a 14 minutes running time.

“No,” Isabel replied. “It’s not really about the sessions, but more about the end result. So a lot of what they did has been cut out or sped up,” Isabel explained. “This one is the slowest. And who wants to watch an hour long video anyway. I think they are 5 to 8 minutes long. The two with Master Olivier are even shorter. I think about 3 or 4 minutes at the most.”

Master B did the quick math: this meant that his Izzy was featured in over half an hour of these videos.

“This one was just to have a little video to reveal to you that I went there and for Marcel and I to get to know each other a little. It was a little warm up.”

“So they used you for, what, over an hour like that?”

Isabel chuckled and looked at Master B like she couldn’t believe he was that naive.

“What?” Master B said.

“I spent all afternoon and a full evening with Marcel before Olivier came in to work on me at night. These videos are all edits of the full sessions, you know that, right?”

Master B didn’t say anything. Of course he understood that if the videos were edits, the full sessions had to be longer.

“Let’s just watch,” Isabel stated and she resumed the video from her phone.