Isabel - stahl.hart

Friday, November 18, 2022. 11:04pm.

Floggers in the house of Fraulein Stahl were not made of leather or any other supple fabric. The strands as well as the handle were made out of metal and I 15 felt a burning rain come down on her clamped and compressed breasts. At their 34B size, they were small in an absolute sense, albeit noticeable on her slender frame. Now flattened and compressed by the tight breast clamps, they stuck more forward on her chest and appeared more considerable in size. Her swollen, ringed nipples stood erect at the front.

Mistress S looked down at what the last assistant brought, but didn’t stop attacking I 15’s skin, reddening her tits and moving down her abdomen, striking horizontally as well as vertically and not avoiding her pulled labia and tender insides.

I 15’s skin broke in several places, but she did not immediately bleed much, nor did she make any noise. Even if she didn’t have her mouth sealed by the tongue and lip clamp, Isabel would have been able to keep quiet. As inexperienced as she was, she had a very high natural tolerance of pain and was able to channel most of the energy from the physical stimulation to the arousal centers of her brain.

It was only a few minutes later, when Mistress S. switched from her flogger to a thin metal caning stick and Fraulein Stahl herself started activating the first of three ‘performance dildos’ (as she called them) on the fucking machine, that Isabel started moaning inside her sealed mouth.

Fraulein Stahl had quickly rubbed the spiked tip of the solid metal cock back and forth between I 15’s stretched pussy lips and found that the girl was dripping wet already from the situation she was in.

It took just a little bit of effort to place the tip of the head of the dildo just an inch or so inside I 15’s cunt. At 5.5 centimeters, just over 2 inches wide at the cock head, the dildo was a tight fit for Isabel. The rod was made out of solid steel and tapered wider to just under 7 centimeters wide at the base where it was connected to the hydraulic fucking machine by Fraulein Stahl. The dildo was shaped exactly like a horse cock, but instead of having a soft, smooth surface, this one was covered in blunt but still pointy pyramid-shaped spikes that lined the surface from top to bottom.

There was no buildup, no foreplay. As soon as the dildo was in place and aligned, Fraulein turned on the relentless machine, which was set to thrust the dildo’s full 25 centimeter length deep into I 15’s cunt. The girl was not prepared for anything like this. No one could be.

Several members of the audience gasped during the moment of complete silence when the machine started and the whole dildo disappeared between Isabel’s stretched labia. The girl had no room to move, yet her posture stiffened and her muffled scream of pain was heard by everyone. The outline of the metal invader was visible in the contours of her flat belly when it pushed up, completely in line with the rod of the machine it was connected to.

The devious fucking machine was set to an agonizing custom program that would, over the next five minutes, slowly retract about 20 of the 25 centimeters of the dildo before hammering it completely back in again in a swift move. The time between thrusts would slowly decrease until a steady fucking motion was created right before the end of the program.

Isabel felt a tsunami of things at once. It burned. It burned like hell and it stabbed. The blood-and-slime covered dildo retracted slowly the first time. It felt like she was stabbed deep into her gut and her pussy was slowly being ripped out by a devil’s claw as the dildo retracted again, scratching the opening of her uterus and the walls of her vagina with the spikes around its surface. And there was nausea. Instant nausea.

It got worse when the dildo was launched inside her cunt the second time. But Fraulein Stahl had designed this setup as a combo punch and Isabel quickly found out how and why. The combination of the weights to the back of her seat and the punch-fucking motion of the machine made Isabel slowly but surely press down more and more on the massive horse cock that was pressing against her asshole. It felt like a burning sensation there too, one that was building up in terms of discomfort.

She was momentarily distracted when Mistress S was done rummaging through the bucket that was placed on stage. It was filled with heavy stuff, judging by the amount of effort it had cost one of the assistants to carry it.

The bucket was filled with one metal hammer and a whole lot of custom stainless steel horseshoe nails with their signature tapered design in a couple different sizes.

By far the most common was the largest of the standard commercial size E14, but at their length of 8 centimeters those were also the smallest selected by Fraulein Stahl for tonight’s session. She had several more impressive pins custom made for her. They all ranged in size between the E14 and the four largest nails, which were much longer and thicker, and individually wrapped in paper bags for easy identification. After all, they were, according to the mistress, “an integral part of the immobilization of the meat” and as such were at the top of the to-do-list for Mistress S before her time ran out.

All of the pins had an extremely sharp tip, designed to break through skin. It was apparent how easy the metal slid through tissue when Mistress S. placed the first of the common nails against the skin of the inside of Isabel’s left thigh and gave it a swift tap with the hammer, right at the moment when the fucking machine had completed its retraction and just a second before the dildo was launched deep into I 15’s cunt again.

The horseshoe nail went halfway into the skin at the inside of I 15’s thigh. Then Mistress S bent the nail forward and gave it another tap, which made the sharp end break through the skin again about two inches lower and pop outside. There was surprisingly little blood at first, just a little drop trickling down.

Master B was paralyzed. He watched as his immobilized Lil’ Izzy was brutally tortured at a level she could not even have conceived of, despite the hours of extreme bdsm and torture videos she had watched either together with him or alone. This was the reality of the most depraved sadists’ fantasies brought to life and photo or video footage of these kinds of parties were not readily available online.

He was sure things would change after tonight. Either he would never see her again, or this whole experience would awaken something in her that he might not be able to tame. He wanted to register everything in his mind. Without the option to record videos or take pictures, he made detailed mental notes of everything that happened in front of him, much like Isabel had done right before, when he was on stage with V 21.

After the first pin came a second one through I 15’s other thigh, at about the same place, after which Mistress S switched back to her metal flogger, which rained down hard on I 15’s pierced thighs while the first dildo continued its assault on I 15’s wide open cunt

Mistress S. was an experienced professional dominatrix who had been managing her own house in Denmark for over a decade. Catering commercially to mostly submissive men, she had put together a group of seven mistresses that ranged in specialties as much as in looks and age. In her private life, she enjoyed sadomasochistic sexual relationships with both men and women, but she had been seeing her masochistic girlfriend V 21 steadily since they met four-and-a-half years ago. This had been V 21’s first visit to Fraulein Stahl, just like it was Isabel’s first. These chance statistics were clearly a little bit off.

When the routine of the first dildo was done, it retracted completely out of I 15’s cunt. Fraulein Stahl had been counting down to this moment and quickly squatted down to do a close-yup inspection of I 15's crotch. To her delight, all meat hooks that she had pierced through I 15’s labia were still securely in place. It was a slight concern that they might rip out, because of all the pressure put on the stretched skin.

Stahl removed the first horse cock dildo and dropped the slime-and-blood-covered metal rod to the floor before she pushed two fingers deep into Isabel’s raw cunt and started teasing the girl’s clit with her thumb for a few moments while one of her assistants added another set of weights to the back of the chair.

“Mmmh, still so tight!” she exclaimed as she wiped the slime and blood on I 15’s thigh. “Let’s fill her up a little more.” Adding: “These things are pretty large and long, but just remember: the body always finds a way to make it fit. It would too, if she had to give birth.”

The second dildo she produced was slightly bigger than the first at a diameter of 6.5 centimeters for the head and 8 centimeters at the base and a length of 30 centimeters. In addition to difference in length of the whole rod, the blunt surface spikes on this one were also a little longer. Instead of popping out about 4 millimeters from the shaft, these stood at least at a double length of that, ready to grate the inside of Isabel’s raw pussy even more. To make matters even more intense, there would be a shorter buildup period where the dildo would retract slowly.

The whole room was silent. The only noise was I 15’s heavy breathing and muffled moaning until Fraulein started the fucking machine on program 2. Like the first time, the computer-driven machine thrust the dildo all the way deep into I 15’s aching cunt, pushing the air out of her lungs and making her body strain against her bonds.

Isabel’s mind had gone blank. She was still very aware of what she felt, but it was like things were happening in slow motion, in a blur.

The movements of the dildo under the skin her belly were even more visible this round, obviously because of the bigger size and longer length. Fraulein Stahl placed her flat hand over the lower part of I 15’s abdomen and her face showed her delight as she felt the big dildo through the girl’s skin.

She got up again when the dildo had retracted so much that she couldn’t feel it anymore. Her face was full of approval when over the next couple of minutes, Mistress S decorated I 15’s thighs with another set of horseshoe nails and now used the metal cane on the girl’s clamped tits, But when Mistress S started rubbing the top of I 15’s tits and reached into the bucket for the fifth time and produced another common nail, Stahl stepped in.

“I think we have seen enough of those,” she said to Mistress S, just loud enough for the dominatrix to hear, but inaudible for the spectators.

Mistress S looked down in the bucket and saw the special paper bags, marked ‘XL’ and ‘XXL’. She picked up one with ‘XL’ and opened the bag. When she pulled the first of the two XL-pins out, it was immediately apparent why these pins were marked differently.

Keeping the same design and material as the standard pins, these were about twice as long at 15 centimeters in length and a width that tapered out from the small razor sharp point to just over 1 cm at the pin’s head.

Mistress S placed the first nail on the top size in the middle of Isabel’s left breast, as close as possible to the metal bar that was compressing the girl’s tits. With her left hand, the mistress managed to hold the nail in place as well as pull Isabel’s nipple forward by the thick ring that had been pierced through it.

The hammer didn’t make a loud sound when it came down. It was a muted metal clinking right before Isabel’s guttural screams. With one hit of the hammer, the nail went in, but it took another two hits to break through the complete breast on the underside. I 15’s arms swayed a little left and right, but she had no space to move. She was screaming like a pig when the thick nail slid through her skin and her body stiffened against her bonds for a good 20 seconds afterwards before slightly slumping down again.

There was surprisingly little blood for such a grotesque rod through the girl’s breast. That situation would surely be different once the clamps went off and the rods were pulled out again. But that was still a while away. Mistress S decorated I 15’s other breast in the same way, after which everyone simply watched as the last minute of the second dildo’s program relentlessly raped I 15’s cunt.

Master B was still in shock as he watched the scene in front of him. Isabel had begged him the last time they played before tonight to start using a slightly bigger size of hypodermic needles than they had used up to that point. She had received one or two through her labia and nipples and had enjoyed the sharp burning sensation as he pushed the tiny pins slowly through her flesh, but today was such a step up from that, that he couldn’t predict how their next conversation on this subject would go. She had enjoyed the thick rings through her nipples a little too much for his liking this afternoon, and he was afraid where this would go, considering her depraved little mind.

Where would they take things next? How did she feel about what she saw him do? How did she feel about what was being done to her? All these thoughts shot through his head as he watched the two women on stage get ready to unleash the final round of torture on Lil’ Izzy.

After the initial physical reaction to the tortures of her body, I 15 had spent most of her time on stage quiet, in silence as much as she could. She was determined to show everyone how good she was at being a still piece of meat to be used, but it had become increasingly impossible.

When Fraulein Stahl removed the second dildo from the fucking machine, Isabel had already sat through three quarters of her 20 minutes of fame. Sat, quite literally, on the gigantic dildo that split her ass in two. And while her sphincter was still quite flexible, it was also untrained and the sheer width of the massive rod that was slowly going deeper and deeper into her colon had stretched it to its widest limits.

I 15 had been feeling lightheaded for the better part of this performance, but things quickly got worse as time progressed. She didn’t fully consciously hear Fraulein enlightening the audience about the  final dildo she was installing. She only heard parts about the ‘masterpiece of the set’.

It wasn’t that much wider than the last at 7.5 centimeters for the head and 9 centimeters at the base. At 32 centimeters in length, it was also not much longer, though several features of the torture device made it all the more depraved.

The amount of blood and slime that covered the last dildo already indicated how raw Isabel’s insides got from this evil treatment, but Fraulein Stahl had designed this last invader to make sure it would produce enough lubricant for it to be hammered all the way inside whichever hole it was placed against.

While most of the blunt spikes on the surface of the rod were identical to the last, the ones on the dildo’s head featured about a dozen razor sharp ones, scattered randomly around to increase the impact of every thrust. And to top it all off, the base of the horse cock featured a spiked cock ring around it with equally sharp thin pins designed to grind into the flesh around whatever hole it was pounded into.

At this point in the session there was no reason to have a slow buildup anymore. I 15 sat limp against the frame she was bolted to and she was on the verge of passing out. Her cunt was stretched wide and fucked relentlessly into a raw tunnel of flesh. Her ass stretched even wider by the anal invader that she slowly but surely was impaled on even further than anyone would have thought possible.

“Make sure she doesn’t go anywhere,” Fraulein Stahl chuckled as she gestured to Mistress S to use the contents of the XXL paper bags in her bucket.

It was clear that Fraulein wanted the last hammering to take place before she started the third and final dildo on the fucking machine.

Mistress S slowly pulled the single XXL rod out of the bag that held it. There was only one. It was worthy of its name. It was easily over a foot long and just a little thicker than the XL ones that had already been hammered through I 15’s tits.

No one in attendance could believe what they saw, but Fraulein Stahl just smirked. It was her goal for every party, especially now they were so few and far between, to be more memorable than the last. And this one, this one would be memorable.

It was clear from Stahl’s nonverbal cues that Mistress S was to hammer this long rod horizontally through both I 15’s tits. One rod, two humps of meat. And this was not a one woman job.

Fraulein Stahl and Mistress S quickly exchanged some words, while they decided on who would do what. Then they took their respective positions in places that would not obscure from the audience what they were about to do.

Fraulein used one of her hands to align the massive rod with its sharp tip against the side of I 15’s left breast, just at the spot where the darker skin of her areola ended and a lighter skin tone began. It used to be bright pink, on the lighter side, but right now the skin had turned darker, going on purple from the tight compression of the clamps. Stahl used her other hand to squeeze the front of I 15’s breast down and flatten it some more, as if that was possible.

With a little nod, she signaled Mistress S. to swing her hammer and hit the nail on its head to drive it deep into the flesh. The mistress had some experience and had registered just minutes ago how much force was needed to ram these metal rods deep into compressed tissue. But still, even though she tried to hammer hard enough to push the nail completely through I 15’s breast, it wasn’t enough.

It was more than enough to send I 15 into another screaming frenzy. Even though the scream itself was muffled, everyone could see every muscle in the girl’s body tense up as the metal rod slid into the soft flesh of her left breast.

With a second tap of the hammer, the sharp end broke through on the other side of the breast, slightly more behind I 15’s areola than on the side it went in. There was blood, but again, not a lot of it. Isabel felt the metal rod slide through her flesh when Fraulein Stahl pushed the rod immediately further through her breast until the sharp end pushed against the side of her right breast. The pain was excruciating. It seemed to amplify everything else all at once. It felt like her breasts were being ripped off with white hot pliers and she felt her breathing get uncontrollably fast.

When Mistress S swung her little hammer again and drove the long XXL nail into I 15’s right breast, the girl’s toned nymph-like body tensed up once more, but it didn’t keep the muscle-bulging pose for very long. Even before the rod was hammered all the way through the second breast, I 15 passed out cold and just hung limp against the frame she was bolted to.

Fraulein noticed it immediately, as did Master B and Mistress S, but no one else in the audience saw the little nuances in the body language of the piece of meat on display. How could they? I 15 was bolted so tightly against her frame, that most of her limbs had no room to move even in the slightest. Some of the guests in attendance gathered that something happened, when Fraulein slapped I 15 repeatedly against the cheeks and the girl’s head would just keep hanging down.

When she kept being unresponsive, Fraulein just let her hang in the frame and proceeded to start the third program of the fucking machine. She had slaves pass out before and wasn’t alarmed by it. When it came down to it, it didn’t really matter to her if the meat she was working on stayed conscious or not.

So Fraulein started the last program and the brutal last dildo shot up immediately, burying itself deep into I 15’s cunt and creating an even bigger bulge in her belly than the previous two. Unlike its predecessors, it was pulled almost all the way back out quickly and hammered back up seconds after that.

I 15’s head and elbows swayed slightly left and right as the torture dildo picked up speed and started its brutal pounding according to the program that Fraulein Stahl had determined for it.

Like the three pieces of meat before her, I 15 had her uterus punched and her cunt raked by the spikes on the large dildo. The spiked ring around the base of the thick rod also quickly did its work. The pins were pushed deep into the stretched tissue around the opening of her vagina, producing more blood than any other treatment that was dished out on I 15.

Some members of the audience kept watching the last few minutes, others looked down and only heard the motor of the fucking machine and the wet, slobbering and plopping sound of the torture dildo pounding I 15’s limp body until the program ran out and the lights went down on stage.