Isabel - stahl.hart

Friday, November 18, 2022. 10:58pm.

Isabel’s big bambi eyes looked up at her master and wiped two thick strands of cum mixed with saliva off her chin and nose when the third guy in a row pulled his cock out of her throat. She had a look of accomplishment on her reddened face, as she had just completed the task of completely swallowing a series of impressive cocks, balls deep all of them, and making their owners shoot their loads either straight into her stomach or in her mouth.

She heard the loud techno music in the dark, humid room swell again in a crescendo from a muffled beat to a full on chorus like a movie transitioning from a slow motion close-up to a wide angle view of the room. She slurped the wet strings of cum from her fingers and sucked her thick lips around the last cock’s head again when it was offered to her, but her Master gestured to the guy to get lost, much to his disappointment.

He also waved the rest of the guys in the line away; they would have to try their luck again sometime later. Now it was time again for his pet to sit up and pay attention.

“On my lap, quick”, he commanded her. He wanted her close and paying attention to the last two and most brutal rounds of torture in tonight’s show, before all hell would surely rain down on his new pet during the after party.

Isabel obeyed immediately, curling her slender body up into a seated position on the little platform she had just dangled her head from to be at a perfect throat-fucking angle. She was a little unsteady on her six inch stiletto heeled thigh-high boots when she got up, but she didn’t have to walk far to reach his lap.

He grabbed her by her tiny waist, which was wrapped tightly in a black leather mini corset and pulled her down on his lap and kissed her neck, the short hairs of his beard prickling her skin.

She smelled so good. And she looked just like a dream. He knew she was way too inexperienced to be here tonight at stahl.hart with Germany’s most deviant sadists and most prolific masochists, but she had begged him repeatedly to take her instead of one of his other, more trained girls. And since he had developed a weakness for her bordering on obsession, he had given in eventually.

Since no cameras of any kind were allowed at these gatherings, he hadn’t been able to show her exactly what went on, but he had repeatedly explained to her that stahl.hart was very different from the other two bdsm parties that they had been to over the past couple of months.

Isabel wasn’t scared of what she heard. This was in part because she just wanted to find out what she was capable of as a masochist, but mostly because she had no idea what she was getting herself into.

Being a one of many fresh faces at stahl.hart tonight, she had enjoyed a lot of attention from regulars, male and female alike. She had turned heads in her revealing outfit of just thigh high boots and a mini-corset. Her magnificent body was full on display. Without the boots, she was already tall at 174 centimeters. Weighing just around 52 kilograms, she was slender like a nymph, but she was not skeletal. As an avid dancer and ballerina, she had developed some core strength that toned her torso in a nice way under her perky and firm B-cup breasts.

Her naturally long nipples were extremely swollen at the moment, just like her hairless outer labia, from the thick 5mm/4ga rings that had been pierced through them just a few hours ago. There was a strict tattoo and piercing requirement for all masochists at stahl.hart. She had received a ring through each nipple and four rings on each side through her outer labia and she felt invincible after receiving them. It was such a shame that they would have to be taken out again on Sunday afternoon when she went back home.

But it wasn’t the oversized jewelry that caught people’s eyes at the club. Isabel was a stunning girl with a beautiful face that matched her flawless body. She wore heavy, dark make-up tonight that accentuated her big green eyes, small pointy nose, full lips and bright blonde hair, which she had put up in a high pony tail, also in accordance with stahl.hart’s rules.

“Did I do good, Master?” she wanted to know as he pulled his face away from her neck.

“Yes, as you can see, a tight new cock sleeve like you is always a hit in places like this”, he replied.

“I only really choked twice”, she said with a feeling of confidence, but his gaze was fixed on the middle of the wide stage right in front of them where two people dressed in black arranged several items and the third piece of featured furniture of the night was revealed.

Yes, it was impressive what this girl was able to perform after only ten weeks of dedicated training of her small mouth. When she came in, her limited experience had only been performing a sloppy half-assed fellatio before a limp fish missionary position. Just a minute ago, she had her throat plowed mercilessly by a train of aggressive men, some well-endowed, and she had not broken down in tears.

She had some tension and anxiety over the later parts of the night, after the current entertainment of “Bull’s Eye 4 An Eye” would be over, because she was told that more play time was to be had with her by any men and women who fancied her, and that things usually were kind of rough here, but until then, her body was off-limits unless her master said otherwise.

The loud music slowly faded out while the lights in the small but wide room dimmed simultaneously. Most of the 49 attendants stopped their chatter and  turned their attention on the stage, where Fraulein Stahl appeared for the third time tonight. One bright flooding light from behind the seated audience illuminated the middle part of the stage.

Dressed in a dark purple latex body suit with golden accents, the tall mistress was followed by the same girls she had brought out already two times before. One, on a neck leash, was a pale-skinned fit masochist with considerable breasts, which were tied tightly into purple orbs by a thin rope. Her abdomen had a small wound that looked fresh with some newly dried blood running down from it. She wore a full leather hood which obscured her face and hair. The other was a slender redhead with perky breasts and a pretty, round face. She had a similar small wound as the other girl on her chest, right above her left breast. Their naked bodies had been drawn upon with permanent marker, creating several equally sized areas with letters and numbers in them that were barely visible for the spectators in the front row.

When the two girls were kneeling at the front of the stage, facing the silent audience, Fraulein Stahl went down a small set of steps that led down from the stage to the floor and walked up to a seemingly random person again and handed the excited recipient the same CO2 dart revolver that was used in every round of “Bull’s Eye 4 An Eye” so far at these events.

The black-haired mistress who had received the gun got off her chair and walked to a makeshift X which was duct-taped to the floor right in front of where Isabel and her master were seated.

“Whenever you’re ready”, Fraulein Stahl said. “One dart each.”

The CO2 revolver made a very unimpressive clicking sound, but its first dart shot through the air at high speed and embedded itself in the bottom of the redhead’s left breast. The girl merely grunted at the impact of the dart, but remained otherwise still and silent.

“Nice one,” Stahl commented. “One more.” The gun-wielding mistress was getting a little bit giddy.

The second shot was an unfortunate miss that landed on the floor behind the two girls, but the third shot hit the hooded girl in her lower abdominal area, just under her belly button.

“Vielen Dank!”, Fraulein said as she received the revolver when the excited mistress returned to her seat and the Mistress of Ceremonies made her way back on stage.

“What did those girls have to do to get that job?”, Isabel whispered back at her master, but he was trying to pay attention and shushed her.

Fraulein Stahl inspected the dart that had penetrated the skin of the hooded girl first.

After reading what was scribbled in the area, she read out a name. “V 21”, she calmly called out. “V 21.”

Some excitement erupted a few rows behind Isabel to the right. When she looked back, she saw a tall woman dressed in red latex and leather getting up from her seat and talking to a girl who was on her knees on the floor next to her.

Two men in black approached the duo and the kneeling girl was quickly pulled up and pushed towards the stage, where she was delivered to Fraulein Stahl.

The mistress eyed her new prize from top to bottom before commanding the girl to open her mouth. The big breasted platinum blonde immediately obeyed, letting the mistress pull her lip down to inspect her tattoo to make sure that she was in fact “V 21”.

Fraulein Stahl quickly confirmed that this girl indeed had a tattoo stating the letter and number on the inside of her lower lip. The mistress nodded to her henchmen and V 21 was forcefully pulled to her knees.

The mistress then inspected the redhead’s abdomen and announced to everyone: “Master B. Come on down, Master B!”

Isabel gasped and turned around. “Master B” was HER master. He gently pushed her off his lap to get up from his seat.

“Just sit here,” he said to her softly. She didn’t see his hand that gestured towards his chair; she was too busy looking behind her to try and get another look at the mistress in red latex and leather, who was still standing a few rows behind them.

When she turned her head again, he’d already gone and made his way to the stage where Fraulein Stahl was waiting.

All of a sudden this exciting but equally terrifying adventure got very real very fast. Even though it was her first time here, Isabel knew exactly what this meant. They had gone over this in the car on the way over. As unlikely as it was to happen-- about 4%, she had calculated in her head-- they had discussed the possibility that either of them would be selected during the “Bull’s Eye”. It was part of the attraction, but also the fear of going to a gathering like this.

Not only would her master now get twenty minutes to perform his sickest sadistic fantasies on V21, after his time was up, V21’s mistress would have the same amount of time to do with Isabel whatever she wanted-- no safe words or limits allowed.

And as they had just seen in the first two rounds of the game tonight, being selected and getting the opportunity to perform was a blank check chance to score street cred and respect in the club by shocking and awing the audience with the most depraved actions and commands.

It was very much a two-sided coin and partly a game of chance. In some instances the performers in the first round of any given combo went easy on their victims, hoping their own slave would also get spared in the closing round, but more often than not, this was not the case. In anticipation of a brutal treatment for their own slaves, the masters and mistresses usually dished out what the audience came to see: harsh, painful and grotesque genital torture on crudely restrained pieces of meat, basically all but ensuring that the same would happen a round later in payback. That’s why this whole routine was aptly named after ‘An eye for an eye’.

Isabel quickly looked over to the left side of the stage, where the two girls from round one of this game were still very much on display.

While Isabel had no clue that Master B. had been going to Fraulein Stahl’s increasingly extreme gatherings for almost a decade now, she did know that they started with this kind of game of chance and that he had never been selected to perform. He had told her this repeatedly in the car, either to manage her excitement and convince her that the chances of being picked were low, or to manifest this outcome; he was really hoping to have a pretty controlled and relatively uneventful exciting night with his inexperienced new submissive.

Even though she was very eager and willing, he hadn’t shown her his full experience and interests yet and he had hoped to keep those hidden a little longer, but he knew in order to keep his reputation at the club and build on it, he’d have to show all his cards tonight. That’s why he had preferred not to be picked.

These thoughts ran through his head while Isabel admired him from his seat while Fraulein Stahl explained to him what his canvas would be.

The Mistress was very particular about her parties. And this slavegirl-only edition was no exception. She was a creative sadist who not only performed all kinds of depraved acts in the privacy of her own mansion as well as in several clubs, but also designed clever but crude ways to restrain and manipulate a masochist’s body.

Her name ‘Fraulein Stahl’ wasn’t random at all. She created relentless steel traps that restrained her slaves, male and female alike, in such a way that their bodies almost fused with their bonds. In every case, there was quite literally a steel connection between the two, crudely immobilizing and grotesquely posing a slave in such a position that either their torso or genitalia were prominently on display and accessible as a masochistic meat canvas, while the other parts of their body were painfully restrained.

This was also the fate for V 21 as it would be later for Isabel, their methods of presentation carefully planned and executed by Fraulein Stahl, who aimed to build up a sadistic crescendo. While her master and the party’s host talked on the stage, Isabel looked over to the left side of the stage again to study what could be in store for her later. It equally scared and excited her.

The first girl selected this night was a short brunette with massive breasts. After being identified as F 24, she had been immobilized on an X-shaped metal platform that could be raised or lowered at will. The middle of the X featured an extended rectangular platform that her back rested on. Her head was not supported between the two beams running diagonally away from the platform at the top, and her legs aligned perfectly with the two beams running away at the bottom, spreading them at a 90 degree angle and exposing her cunt.

Her torso was bolted down to the rectangular platform by a bar that ran over her chest just under her breasts. It was tightened down to the platform with long bolts, two on each side. Both her arms and legs were folded double, with her elbows reaching the top of the X-shape on both sides, and her forearms bending back down to her neck on the top side, and her knees just short of the end of the X-shape at the bottom, with her lower legs folded under her so that her feet were below her ass, pushing her cunt slightly up and forward. Both arms and legs were strapped down to the metal X-frame in the same way her torso was: two thin metal bars on each arm and each leg made sure the girl was immobilized against the furniture she was on. The nuts and bolts keeping them in place were tighter than they needed to be to restrain her, but not tight enough to break any bones, even though the short but sharp pins that lined their insides, had been embedded deep into the skin and tissue of the trapped girl.

Fraulein Stahl had narrated the purpose and workings of the steel restraints to the audience while she installed the girl before handing her over to the first sadist of the night, a young-looking mistress “R”, dressed in black latex with blonde hair. She had started the night rough, using her twenty minutes to play hard with the brunette’s large breasts and spread open cunt, which was stretched wide by another feature of the torture frame: several sharp stainless steel hooks that were inserted not through the four rings that already pierced the girl’s labia, but were pierced through her labia right on the spot and were pulled sideways and also locked into place with smaller nuts and bolts.

The young mistress had given the brunette, who, like all slaves picked for a performance, wore a full leather hood that only left her mouth free, a severe whipping before inserting about two dozen thick metal pins all over the girl’s torso, but focusing on her tits and cunt before using a choice of increasingly sadistic metal dildos, eventually fucking the bolted-down slave bloody and raw with the larger ones of these dildos on a strap-on harness.

About 6 feet to the right of the brunette hung another girl with a similar hair color, now also obscured by a full leather hood. S 17 was immobilized against a standing cross-shaped metal structure that was bolted to a smaller platform on the floor of the stage.

The girl’s neck was held against the vertical beam of the structure with a metal posture collar that barely fit around her neck. Sticking out from the collar were several sharp metal spikes that forced the girl’s chin high up and cause some streams of blood to trickle down her neck, where they pooled and stopped at the top edge of the tight collar. The girl wore an O-ring that opened her mouth wide and sticking out from between her lips was the end of a modern version of an old torture device: the pear of anguish. With its leaves expanded to an uncomfortable width that contorted the girl’s mouth, the device looked even more grotesque than it would have in any other orifice. The combination with the full leather hood that covered the rest of her face made it look extremely bizarre.

The brunette’s arms were pulled tightly back over the horizontal beam of the cross and they were tied at the wrists with weighted metal shackles that crushed her skin into her bones with Fraulein Stahl’s signature metal bars and nuts and bolts system that she implemented in all shapes and sizes. A similar crushing plate mechanism tightened the girls forearms together halfway between her wrists and her elbows. The weights on her wrist shackles were such that her arms were pulled down behind her by the weight, which in turn made her back arch and forced her chest up and forward, presenting her considerable natural tits for torture.

The girl’s lower body was resting on another metal beam that stuck out forward from the cross-shape. S 17 was impaled on the beam by two relatively short, but thick metal dildos that filled her ass and cunt before she was attached to the cross. Four short but sharp metal pins were inserted through her labia into holes in the dildo filling her cunt. The piercings were thick, but didn’t seem as intense as the meat hooks that the first girl had received. It was maybe because of these relatively tame treatments of her lower parts that her tormentrix went all out on her tits.

The raven-haired mistress B held nothing back as she tried various of Fraulein Stahl’s hand-cranked crushing devices on S 17’s breasts, before decorating them with dozens of cuts from a flogger with metal strands and a matching number of meat skewers in various lengths and thicknesses, which were literally hammered into and through S 17’s crushed tits. When Fraulein Stahl -correctly- interpreted the bound girl’s muffled long-drawn moans and wails as a sign that the sick masochist was thoroughly enjoying the treatment she was receiving, she handed the mistress an electric screwdriver and a handful of three inch screws to raise the intensity level a little bit more. The mistress seemed like a kid in a candy store, driving the pins deep into S 17’s tits, pulling some long-awaited sounds of genuine discomfort from the masochist, much to Fraulein Stahl’s delight.

But as Isabel was studying those who went before her, there was no sound anymore from either of the two girls who silently underwent the brutal exhausting positions they were locked in during round one of this torture festival.

A thousand thoughts shot through Isabel’s head and the gravity of the situation slowly dawned on her as she started imagining what position she would be put into and what unimaginable torture could be done to her, until she was drawn to the live action on stage again when Fraulein Stahl was about to install V 21 on a new metal frame.

The short, sporty blonde had the confused look on her face obscured by the hood that was pulled over her head. Underneath, she was fitted with an O-ring to force her mouth open. She received a leather hood with short metal studs all over it. It featured a hole that proved to be tailor-made for the O-ring, but the accessory otherwise fully encased her head and even ran down her neck and throat. There it was tightly secured with a metal band that was tightened into place with more of Fraulein Stahl’s favorite nuts and bolts. Fitted with short spikes on the inside, the band not only kept the leather hood tightly in place, it also restricted V 21’s breathing.

When V 21 was objectified, the Fraulein’s two henchmen compressed the base of her tits with thin breast clamps. They also fitted her hands and arms with extreme restraints behind her back. First her hands were aligned with the four fingers from each hand next to each other, so they all could be pulled through the eight holes in a custom designed metal finger clamp. V 21’s thumbs were left free to wrap around the edge of the clamp, but there was no escape, as each finger was individually crushed into place with a small metal plate that was pushed down with a tightening bolt.

After that came a series of metal clamps that were placed over her arms between her wrists and her elbows. They were all connected by a frame that ran the length of her arms (and even a little further) and that was designed to both crush the clamps around her arms and pull her arms and elbows together as close as possible.

The installation of this arm restraint looked as painful as it was. The drooling V 21 stood hunched forward while the men fitted her restraints and as they tightened the bolts, two things happened. V 21 increasingly sobbed and wailed from the pain to her arms and her posture slowly changed to the point where her arms were pulled behind her back in such a way that her shoulders moved backward and out and her chest was pushed forward and up. Her swollen and reddened, almost purple pierced nipples stood proud on her clamped breasts.

After Fraulein approved the restraints, her assistants pulled V 21 onto her feet and guided her to the metal frame that was waiting for her. It looked like it was built on a small square mini-stage on top of the main stage. She was led to a construction that looked like a small metal rectangular block of about 12 inches long, 4 inches wide and 4 inches high. It stood on top of a round post that rested on a floor plate. In was just wide and thick enough to support her abdomen. The young woman was made to kneel behind it, her back towards the audience, before bending forward so that her stomach and chest rested on the block. There were no restraints for her torso, but her ankles were shackled to the platform she was kneeling on.

When Fraulein Stahl stepped on a button that wasn’t visible to the audience, parts of the platform started moving up and V 21 was raised about two feet into the air. The mistress showed Master B how to operate the buttons, demonstrating how one raised her and another one did exactly the opposite.

There were a handful other buttons to step on around the sides of the platform and Fraulein Stahl showed how the platform could also be turned around, clockwise and counter-clockwise, depending on which side of V 21 should be facing the audience.

After one 360 degree turn, during which the audience got a better view of the position of the girl, it was also obvious that there was more to this rotating and restraining platform than met the eye.

Fraulein Stahl picked up two metal bars from the bottom of the platform and installed them vertically behind V 21. She inserted them into custom made slots in the platform floor, where about half their length sank into the base. The bars were about two inches wide and tall enough to stick out about 4 to 5 inches above her ass in the position she was in. They aligned nicely with the middle of her buttocks and were placed far enough toward the middle of the platform that both bars slightly pressed into the skin of her round ass.

Just like with F 24 in the first round of this game, V 21’s ring piercings in her labia were ignored. Instead, Fraulein Stahl started piercing little meat hooks through her pussy lips while she explained the back story of this torture frame to her audience. Isabel understood just a little more than half of it. Her German wasn’t great.

“This restraint here”, the mistress started, “is the first of two brand new ones that you will see in this final round. My engineers finished working on this just after our last gathering and I knew immediately that I wanted to show them off tonight.”

V 21 shrieked through her O-gag while the mistress inserted the first meat hook through the top of her right pussy lip.

“I went on a trip to the United States last year and spent some time in the Midwest. I will spare you the details of it, but I was intrigued by how those cowboys and cowgirls control their animals and deal with unpleasant wildlife around there, like cougars and such.” Another shriek from V 21. “So you will see some animal inspiration here tonight.”

The mistress continued piercing the steel hooks through V 21’s labia until the girl had received four hooks on each side. The general assumption was that they would be used to stretch her cunt open wide for whatever treatment Master B would think up for her, but the mistress just left them hanging for now.

Instead she produced a custom made stainless steel contraption featuring a decently sized stainless steel ring with a couple of short prongs sticking out from it. At three inches in length, it didn’t look impressive, but as Fraulein installed it, its devious character was revealed.

The mistress first fingered V 21’s asshole with one finger and quickly added another, finding that she could quickly add more fingers and her whole hand without too much trouble.

Isabel had curled up on her master’s chair, pulling her legs up on the seat. She watched the proceedings like a hawk. She was fully aware that it could have been her right now, on her knees on that stage with Fraulein Stahl’s fist in her ass and her pussy lips pierced with stretching hooks. She instinctively rubbed her fingers over her sensitive, swollen labia that had been pierced with thick rings this afternoon.

There was no doubt in her mind that she would feel sharp, cold steel pins or hooks slide through her flesh very soon, since cunt piercings seemed to be mandatory for Fraulein Stahl’s contraptions.

But the mistress very explicitly raised the bar right in front of her eyes. Fraulein inserted the four prongs of her anal stretcher inside V 21’s colon, lodging the hooks at their base behind her sphincter. The stretcher’s steel ring was about four inches in diameter and it featured four pins that the stretching hooks were connected to, allowing her to turn some bolts on the pins and stretch each hook to the outside of the steel ring’s diameter.

Even though she had to turn each bolt individually and she evenly distributed the stretch by turning each bolt a little bit before manipulating the next, the mistress worked V 21’s ass into an impressive anal gape within two minutes. With the girl’s purplish pink insides of her colon on full display, the mistress locked her spreader in place with a devious hook that was installed right next to each prong. The curved hooks were small, just about 4 millimeters in diameter, but their pointy ends were razor sharp. Fraulein Stahl used her fingers to push them into place, piercing them through V 21’s flesh right behind her sphincter on the inside until they came out again on the outside, piercing through the sphincter muscle and keeping the stretching ring in place, their scalpel-like pointy ends sticking out towards the audience.

V 21 was loud. She cried, screamed and wailed at a higher volume than any of the girls who went before her, but Fraulein Stahl did not slow down or stop to check on her. She was on a schedule. And V 21’s installation was almost done.

Isabel was stunned. She had never seen or even imagined anything like it. Three months ago, she had been an anal virgin, receiving Master’s cock deep in her ass on their first real play date, because she had lied to him about her previous experiences. When he fucked her then, it was painful and he made her bleed, but she never told him to stop and he had fucked her ass again and again every time they played since. He had fingered her and plugged her and inserted toys longer and thicker than his cock, but Isabel couldn’t imagine how it would feel to have done to her what was just done to V 21.

She had imagined and fantasized about tons of stuff she had seen in bdsm videos and photos on the internet, but this was a step further than any of that. Master B had told her just on their way over here that she should expect to see stuff that was more extreme than the heaviest PainClub videos they watched together, more along the lines of the art of 2+2=5 than anything else, but more merciless and clinical.

It was a point that was driven home by Fraulein Stahl when she finished up her preparation of V 21. She connected the anal stretcher and the four hooks through the girl’s labia to the two metal bars that ran up from the bottom of the platform, making sure her stretched open cunt and ass would stay in place. Then she turned the metal frame on which V 21 was immobilized about 90 degrees, so that the audience could see the masochist from the side with her ass on the left and her hooded head on the right side.

Fraulein Stahl used the tip of her boot remove a protective cover of one of the contraption’s foot switch buttons and stepped on it. It took a few seconds before the audience could see what was happening, but then they saw very clearly that two thick pins were being slowly raised from the platform. On top of each of the pins was another metal device. Isabel didn’t know what it was, but several people in the audience gasped when they realized that what they saw slowly inching closed to V 21’s chest were two primed animal traps.

“If you like what you see in a moment, you might want to google ‘MB-550’.” the mistress enlightened her guests. “These things are wonderful and I had them modified a little, because, well, let me say, I am not looking for a membership of PETA anytime soon.” She chuckled before continuing her insightful presentation.

“Master B, look!” she addressed her torturer while one of her assistants wheeled in a small table with supplies. “You will have 20 minutes to do whatever the fuck you like to this slab of meat here, and you can start in about a minute or so, when the trigger plates of those nice clamps hit her nipples and the jaws will sink their metal teeth into her tits.” She paused for a second for dramatic effect.

“You can use anything and everything in this tool supply,” she continued, pointing at the stuff her assistant had just wheeled in. Just remember one thing: you will use all four of these special dildos on this meat’s holes. You will fuck her with them almost in any way and order you like, but this one here,” she said while pointing out a shiny red monster hanging to the far right, “this one needs to be all the way in her cunt when your time is up and we move on to the next setup. Is that clear?”

Master B nodded and tried to analyze the tools in front of him. They all looked crude and brutal, but the shiny red rod Fraulein had just singled out was something else entirely. He decided to just answer his host with a confirmation that he understood what she meant and prepared himself for the moment he was allowed to start.

“If you were wondering, this thing is called ‘Trapped Cougar Bang’ and I thought of this at night after hearing a story about how a female cougar was mated with after she was stuck in a trap. It just clicked with me how feline genital anatomy works during sex,” Fraulein Stahl concluded her story with a wicked smile.

A loud double “Snap!” was followed by a high pitched shriek and wail that slowly turned into a low guttural moan from V 21. The room was completely silent. Everyone watched in awe and disbelief of what they were witnessing. The animal traps had slowly but surely reached the point where their pressure plates pressed into V 21’s swollen nipples and their modified jaws had been released with the pointy ends of their sharp metal teeth sinking deep into the middle of the meat of the girl’s tits.

Fraulein Stahl stepped on the button again to stop the traps from moving even more up before she walked off to the side of the stage to watch Master B start his work.