Isabel - stahl.hart

Friday, November 18, 2022. 10:47pm.

Isabel was roughly pulled from her seat even before Master B could return to her and she was stripped completely nude and led onto the stage by two assistants, like all of the girls before her.

The voices of the people in the audience raised in volume as she was placed on her knees on a platform next to V 21 with her hands behind her head while Master B was led past her, back to his seat.

Isabel’s arrival clearly stirred up some discussion between several spectators, several of whom mentioned the girl’s thin, nymph-like appearance and what could be expected once she was restrained on Fraulein Stahl’s next torture device.  

Their shock and wonder was understandable. The restraints here were brutal and Isabel was a slender, long limbed nymph, who, despite having considerable core strength and endurance, looked thin and fragile compared to those who went before her. Isabel looked to her right and up, and realized up close that the host of this party was much older than she seemed from a distance. She also saw a cold stare in the mistress’ grey eyes that sent a chill down her spine.

“Open your mouth,” Fraulein commanded and Isabel obeyed immediately. The mistress pulled Isabel’s lower lip down to inspect the tattoo she had received there in preparation for this night.

“I 15,” the mistress stated to immediate silence in the room. “I 15, everyone.”

When she heard herself being introduced to the audience like that, Isabel realized she was no longer a person here. She was I 15, a numbered slab of meat, about to be used for the entertainment of those she could no longer see in front of her. The bright stage lights made the room in front of her a dark abyss, crawling with silent predators that were longing for her to be pinned down and used.

Still, it was another marked moment seconds later when she had a leather hood pulled over her head and secured around her neck with a metal collar that was quickly tightened so much that she felt the metal studs on the inside crush her throat and neck.

There was a small hole in the hood that left her nostrils and mouth free. She could still hear what was going on next to her, sound of people rummaging around on one side and V 21 crying on the other, but the sounds were slightly muffled.

Mistress S had also arrived on stage and was introduced to the audience as well. Isabel had not been able to take a good look at the mistress in red when she was still in the audience behind her, and now she was unable to look at her at all. But it wasn’t important how the mistress looked. Every sadist here was seasoned in the art of torture and Master B had just shown a parts of himself that Isabel had not seen before and she didn’t know if what she saw frightened or excited her.

I 15 was pulled up from her knees and seconds later she was pushed down again and made to sit on a metal frame that was placed where she had just been kneeling. It slightly resembled the frame of a chair, but was higher than that. I 15 wasn’t able to place her feet back on the platform, which was about a foot under her soles.

There was a seat, but it wasn’t solid. It was mostly open with just a few crossbars that made it possible for I 15 to sit down. Her legs were spread wide at an angle larger than ninety degrees and her upper thighs were immediately immobilized by metal bars that clamped her down all the way up next to her crotch and also on the other side just above the knee.

As with the other devices Fraulein Stahl designed, these clamp bars were tightened with nuts and bolts and featured sharp metal studs on the inside, that were slowly driven into the flesh as the nuts and bolts were tightened. I 15 was surprised at the intensity of the pain that came at her as a wave that built and built and never stopped. She started crying within seconds as her thighs were trapped in place against the torture chair.

Then a lot of things happened at once. Her chest was immobilized against the back of the torture chair by two metal bars that were almost identical to the ones used on her thighs. The first was placed just under her breasts and it was crushed tightly into her, trapping her ribcage between the metal bar and the back of the torture chair, which featured literally hundreds of short, sharp metal spikes that dug into the skin of her back. It was bolted extremely tight and then some, making sure I 15 didn’t have any room to move.

At the same time, she felt a sharp stinging pain in her pussy lips, where Fraulein Stahl started piercing her trademark meat hooks through her labia while her assistants installed a second horizontal metal bar against her chest. It was first placed about two inches above the first bar, into a slot that allowed the assistants to tighten the two bars together, again with nuts and bolts. They clamped I 15’s breasts tightly between the bars before also securing the top bar against the back of the chair, completely compressing her ribcage and the flesh of her tits.

Fraulein didn’t stop at four hooks on each side. When I 15’s outer labia were pierced with four hooks each, the mistress used coil springs between the hooks and the crossbars in the seat of the torture chair to stretch her cunt lips wide open to the sides. When she was satisfied with that, she also decided to pierce the inner labia and stretch them sideways as well, making sure I 15’s tight pussy was as wide open as she could get it.

The assistants now secured I 15’s arms and lower legs in a very simple but effective way. There was a vertical bar that stood up from the back of the torture chair and I 15’s neck collar was secured to that with a padlock and her hands were pulled behind her head, so that her elbows were pointing sideways and up. Her wrists were locked against the vertical bar, making it impossible for her to move in this exposed position. Her ankles were secured to the legs of the torture chair in the same way.

While the assistants tightened the clamps on her wrists and ankles, Fraulein Stahl installed the last clamp, which was placed on I 15’s mouth. It was a simple metal device featuring four thin horizontal bars. First the girl’s tongue was pulled forward and trapped between the two middle bars. When it was tightly secured in place, her lips were also clamped by the top and bottom horizontal bars, making it impossible for her to speak, breathe through her mouth or really make any sound at all.

I 15 panicked, but no one really noticed, except for Master B, who had watched her body language since the hood went over her head. He knew there was nothing he could do for her now. Seeing her attractive and tight body restrained up on stage like this aroused him immensely and he kept telling himself that Isabel knew what she was getting herself into when she begged him to take her with him to Fraulein Stahl. While this was all true, he knew she was too inexperienced to even know what she was getting herself into, despite her extremely masochistic behavior in the last few weeks.

For a minute or so, I 15 moved her head back and forth as much as her restraints allowed, but she stopped when she heard Fraulein speak again.

“Such a delicate little creature, this one,” the mistress commented while she looked at I 15’s long and well-defined torso. “If you look at her slender body shape, you’ll see that she is no horse girl at all, but after tonight she will be intimately familiar with these majestic beasts.”

While Stahl explained how she had seen some impressive stallions on her trip to the United States, both human and animal, her assistants brought in the final parts of the contraption the mistress had designed. It was immediately clear to everyone in the audience what it was. There were two impressive dildos shaped like horse cocks standing up next to each other on top of a black box. They weren’t  pointing straight up, but each tilted at a slight angle. It was obvious why. The largest of the two dildos was easily two feet tall. When the assistants secured it in place under I 15, the tip of its head was just under the seat of the torture chair.

The smaller dildo was slightly different. It was shaped the same way, but at a smaller scale and instead of running all the way down to the platform, it stood on top of a metal post from a fucking machine.

While both of the dildos were made of solid steel, the large one was decorated with small, blunt metal spikes that slightly increased in size and diameter further down its shaft. Its flaring horse cock head, three inches in diameter at its widest point, was decorated with an ornamental pattern that added a ridged texture to its surface. In between the lines of pattern, which formed the word ‘Stahl’ were dozens of tiny pointed spikes. The shaft tapered out to a width of about 8 or 9 inches at the base, where it was secured to the bottom platform.

Fraulein explained that the smaller dildo was the first of a set of three that were detachable from the dildo mount on the fucking machine. She added: “This little nymph will experience all three of them for about five minutes ever slightly deeper in her tight cunt while her ass will slowly slide further down on the big cock when we release the seat of the chair. Don’t worry about her being so small,” the mistress reassured the audience, “we will add weights to the chair while Mistress S works on this meat, so we can hopefully see her slide down quite a bit.”

It was a devious setup, in line with the increasingly extreme rounds of the game tonight and quite fitting for the finale of the entertainment before the main party, where the guests would engage in all kinds of depraved torture games until the next morning.

But that morning was far away for Isabel. She had no idea of what was about to happen to her, since she only understood little parts of the ornate German language Fraulein Stahl spoke.

One of the stage assistants left while the other stepped behind I 15’s torture chair and started removing the metal pins that kept the seat locked at its current height. When the locks were removed, I 15 immediately dropped down an inch or so until her ass hit the metal dildo. Fraulein squatted next to the chair and used her hands to guide both I 15’s body and the enormous dildo underneath the girl’s asshole to make sure they were aligned properly. The head of the horse cock was too wide to penetrate her immediately, but Fraulein had tested this setup multiple times in the last week and she was confident that sooner or later, certainly sometime in the next 20 minutes, the pressure would become too much and the girl would slowly be impaled.

“Please, Mistress S, begin whenever you are ready,” she said when one of her assistant attached two weights to the back of the torture chair and the other carried a large bucket onto the stage and put it right next to Mistress S.

Stahl’s last words Isabel understood, and even if she hadn’t, the impact of Mistress S’s flogger on her tits moments later would have told her enough.