Isabel II - RavageMoi

February 11, 2023, 3:57pm

The two of them watched in silence, sitting next to each other on the large mattress, and Isabel didn’t touch him or his cock again.

On the screen, Master M had his hands all over Isabel’s naked body. He hadn’t had a naked submissive in his presence in a long while and to have such a nice slender specimen so eager and willing in front of him was like a gift from God. He intended to savor every moment of it and to try and walk the line between enacting his most depraved fantasies and giving Isabel exactly what she wanted. Marcel was very aware that it was the most likely scenario that she would leave, never to return and no other woman would ever take her place again. This could be his ‘last hurrah’. But there was this slight sliver of hope for something more. Marcel felt that if he gave this girl exactly what she craved deep inside, she might be back again for more in a not too distant future.

Master B watched as Isabel was lifted up on her feet once more and had the belt around her neck pulled up again, this time a little higher than before. She stood with her legs spread just wide enough and her elbows tied behind her back. Master M briefly toyed with the freshly drilled piercings in the base of her nipples before he positioned himself behind Isabel and cupped her small breasts with his large tattooed hands.

He started to massage her body’s firm flesh, clearly savoring the sensations of feeling Isabel’s tight torso and toned abdomen. This slender slab of girl meat was his to enjoy today. Not yet deteriorated by time, gravity or years of abuse, she was exactly like the girls in his fantasies.

As much as it was a moment that clearly showed Marcel’s appreciation for Isabel’s deliciously toned body, it was also magnificently captured on video by Hatice. The videographer had not yet fully set aside her personal dislike for Isabel, but no one could tell from the video. Switching slowly between closeups and wide shots, the video gave Isabel something to be truly proud of, in terms of having a great looking physique on video.

Master M wrapped both his hands around her body and manipulated the freshly drilled screws in her nipples with one hand while two fingers of his other found his way into her dripping wet cunt. Isabel’s moaning was uninhibited and raw when he started stimulating both her nipples and her clit.

There was no hurry, no show. This looked like a master carefully exploring his new toy, savoring the moment and watching every little reaction of her body.

When some time had passed and he could feel Isabel was getting close to orgasm, he slowed down and stepped away from behind her. Within a split second, he was back in front of Isabel, where the beaks of the two pliers found the skin of her upper torso again.

He placed the pliers randomly around her breasts, trapped her skin by squeezing them shut and then twisted the handles until her skin snapped free again. It hurt. It hurt a lot. She screamed. And the relentless pliers broke Isabel’s skin in various places, creating small tear wounds that bled a little.

Master M took his time and studied the way her skin stretched when he pulled on the pliers, the way it twisted and snapped back into place. It was magnificent to make the little nymph dance a little.

He was drawn to her toned abdomen and instinctively placed his tongue halfway up her V-shaped abdominal tissue that was nicely stretched in her current position. Licking from just above her wet cunt  diagonally up past her deep set belly button to the start of her rib cage, Master M savored the taste, smell and texture of her magnificent body.

He grabbed her ass and repeated the licking motion on the other side of her torso, slower this time, as if he wanted to register the intricacies of every pore in her skin and every bend in the muscle definition below it.

Like a hunter toying with his prey, Master M tasted Isabel’s body for a few minutes before he lowered the belt around her neck again. He then fully removed this belt as well as the one tying her elbows behind her back. The last to go were the cuffs spreading Isabel’s legs. She was finally free of all bondage except the breast clamps and stretched her limbs a little before she was told to go back on her knees.

Instinctively she touched her nipples, but Master M slapped her across her face and told her to keep her hands at her sides.

“I will give you a choice,” he said in accented English.

Isabel was familiar with these ‘choices’ that were offered to the girls at RavageMoi. It always looked like one option was better than the other, but in the end, this was often disputed.

“I will even do something I’ve never done before,” the sadist added. A look of surprise came to Isabel’s face on the video screen as well as Master B’s, who was still watching every frame on his massive TV with full attention.

Master M produced option number one and held it up in front of Isabel’s face. It was a simple medical scalpel, a number 20 blade with a curved cutting edge at a length of a little over 40 millimeters.

Isabel did her best to remain calm. “This is why you’re here!” she kept repeating inside her head. Nevertheless, seeing a real surgical blade in front of her face was intense. She looked up at Master M and nodded.

The second option contained a differently shaped medical scalpel 11 with an elongated triangular blade with a strong, pointed tip. It was a little smaller than the number 20 blade, but Master M held it in his hands together with a clear glass tube that contained about a dozen sharp metal pins.

Isabel took a deep breath and weighed her options. The larger blade? Or a set of pins with a smaller blade? A thousand different possibilities shot through her mind until Master M broke his tradition from RavageMoi and offered Isabel a third option.

“Or,” he added with a mysterious tone, “maybe you want option number three.” He held a small black leather pouch that didn’t give anything away about its contents.

“You can’t see what’s inside the pouch,” he clarified. “You can pick what you can see with option one and two, or take a blind chance with option three.”

Isabel thought of the many videos in which Master M offered a choice to the girls he was playing with. She believed it did not matter in the end what they picked, he would use whatever was chosen to inflict pain on them. Still, she hadn’t made up her mind yet when she faced his dreaded question: “One, two or three?”

The video showed her quickly making the choice for number three, while in reality Isabel had taken a while before she finally decided to go with chance. As quickly as the edit made it seem like she had made her choice, it also sped up the process with which Master M unpacked the contents of the pouch. With a few neat transition effects, the video zoomed in on a small wooden stool in front of Isabel. On top were four kinds of items, neatly arranged from left to right.

First was the scalpel number 11 which had already been revealed. Next to it were four short metal pins that were about five centimeters in length. Next to that was a small torch lighter and last were two filter cigarettes.

Master M used the torch to light one of the cigarettes, which he then started smoking. He walked twice around Isabel while taking short drags from his cigarette and asking her questions.

“Do I need to restrain you for the next part?” He asked first. Isabel shook her head in response. Master M chuckled. “But you don’t even know what the next part is,” he stated. Isabel just looked at him with her big green eyes.

Then he stopped behind her and told her to cross her wrists behind her back and keep them that way for him. She quickly complied and felt his abdomen press her arms into her lower back when he moved his body tightly against hers.

When Isabel looked up, he blew smoke in her face, which distracted her from his arms, which also wrapped tightly around her upper arms.

Then all of a sudden she felt a sharp, stinging pain in her left breast. She shrieked loud and instinctively tried to move her hands away from behind her back, but Master M restrained her until he felt her tension subside.

Isabel kept her hands behind her back when Master M loosened his grip on her and walked in front of her again, where he lit his cigarette again.

She tried to look down at her chest, but couldn’t see the spot on the underside of her left breast where he had extinguished it. Damn, it hurt like a bitch.

“We’re going to do three more like that,” he calmly informed her while he took another drag of the cigarette. “You will do the next two yourself and I will do the last one.”

Isabel’s eyes widened for a split second, but she wanted to portray calm and control, so she tried to relax as much as she could. She tried to slow her heavy breathing.

When Master M held out the burning cigarette to her, she slowly moved her arms in front of her again and took the cigarette in her right hand.

In the edited video, it didn’t take her long to press the hot tip of the cigarette against the flesh of her breast, but Isabel remembered that it had taken her several moments to decide where to aim and to actually do it.

 “Wait as long as you want,” Master M had said, “I will light it again when you’re ready,” but that line was completely cut from the edit.

Instead, the volume of the music swelled while the video showed Isabel in a an effects-heavy sequence with the video footage speeding up and slowing down to match the beat.

The segment was like a choreographed one-two-three punch. First Isabel extinguished the cigarette on the front of her right breast, an inch or so next to her clamped areola. The video went from a wide angle to a close-up view of the cigarette touching her skin and interjected split-second shots of Isabel biting her lip and drops of sweat running down her temples.

Next, Master M covered her face with the leather hood again, after which Isabel blindly burned her other breast with the lit cigarette in almost the same way, but a little higher than she anticipated, before Master M grabbed it from her, took several drags and then finally extinguished it again on top of Isabel’s right breast and dropped it to the floor.

By this point, Isabel was sobbing inside her warm leather hood. But the ordeal was far from over. The video was excellently paced and edited. Master B’s eyes were glued to the big TV and he didn’t notice how Isabel studied his reactions to what he was watching.

On the screen, Master M continued his ‘game’ with Isabel. Without much ceremony, he took the metal pins one by one from the small little stool in front of Isabel and slowly inserted them into her breasts where she was marked with fresh burns from the cigarette. After the first two pins, he removed her hood again and asked her if she wanted to do the last two herself, but she declined and instead tried to get through this part with her eyes closed and her jaws clenched together so hard that her teeth and gums showed while she moaned as the pins slid into her tits.

The pins weren’t that thick or long. Master M had inserted half of their two inch length, keeping their other half visible, sticking out of her flesh like map markers. Then he took the final item from the pouch in his hands and held it up close to Isabel’s face while the camera zoomed in on her glistening skin and wide open eyes.

This was Master M’s signature. This was why she was here. This would surely be the start of a sick and twisted rollercoaster of a night. The master brought his scalpel number 11 down to Isabel’s collar bone and placed its tip against her skin, turning the sharp blade sideways before dragging it down towards her left nipple.

With the blade to the side, the pointy end of the scalpel made a scratch, but not much more than that. Then he positioned the tip of the blade against Isabel’s right areola, right under her nipple and moved his body very close against her while slightly pressing the sharp blade into her skin.

Isabel’s breathing stopped. She was anxious for what was about to happen next. There was a moment of silence before Master M broke it.

“Kiss me,” he commanded her.

Isabel closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly back and tried to find his lips with hers. He owned her right now and she would do whatever he asked.

Their kiss was surprisingly deep and tender. It lasted for the better part of ten seconds while Master M kept his blade pressed against Isabel’s nipple, before slowly pulling it back from the shallow puncture wound he created.

The tension in the room between Isabel and Master B was rising in silence as he kept his eyes glued to the screen and she inspected him while he watched what happened next.

In the video, she arched her back and sucked her teeth while opening her eyes, fully expecting Master M to use the blade on her breast. But he turned around and stepped away and the video edit faded to black.

“Shit, Izz,” Master B broke the silence. “I thought of those old videos from that guy and was worried for a second he would stab the blade into your tits like he did with those steak knives years ago with that girl. Remember that?”

Isabel nodded. “Not yet,” she thought to herself, thinking about what she still had in store for her master to digest.

“Why did he put your hood back on every once in a while?” Master B wanted to know. It seemed unnecessary to him.

“I had asked him to do that,” Isabel revealed. “I like how it makes me feel like an object like I 15 again at Fraulein Stahl’s. It makes me want to do even more nasty things.”

Master B didn’t say anything.

“And it allowed me to make my own video edits that don’t show my face at all,” Isabel added.

“Why would you want to do that?”

“So I can upload them and see how people react to them.” She paused for a second. “As long as they don’t show my face, I don’t mind. In fact, I think it’s kind of hot. My edit of this video already had over 40,000 views in just three days. Can you believe that?”

Master B’s eyes widened and Isabel noticed the worrying tone in his voice. “These clips are available online?” He couldn’t believe thousands of other people had seen his Izzy do these things before he did.

“I uploaded just this one,” Isabel tried to reassure him. “Olivier and Marcel won’t share the videos we recorded.”

“At least you were smart enough to get that in writing,” Master B half stated, half asked. When Isabel did not immediately confirm, he added a clear question mark: “Right?”

Isabel didn’t immediately answer. She couldn’t believe she and her intelligence were being questioned like this. It made her angry and also very, very sad and disappointed. All of a sudden she burst out in tears.

“What the fuck do you think? That putting any of this in writing would make it legally binding? Why can’t you just be happy? I did this for you, you know!”

Isabel rolled over and buried her crying face in a pile of pillows.