Fleur III: Suffer Club

A full day-and-a-half after her degrading experience with Mistress Dominika, Fleur found herself still having trouble walking when she left her hotel for good and took all of her stuff in a taxi to her new friend David and his estate. She was happy that she didn’t have to disappoint him in the end. Her body was sore, but it had not really received any visible scars from the ‘test’ that Dominika had put her through. If anything, the anal dildo segment of the harness would probably slide in a little easier than it would have two days ago.

Fleur’s thoughts dwelled on her new mistress. Dominika was puzzling, enchanting and enigmatic. Fleur had never felt like this before. Here was this young woman, even a full year younger than herself, who could make her do things she never thought she’d do and then make her feel like she could even do more, and be better at it, nastier at it and sluttier at it.

She still couldn’t get over the fact that she had taken the freak of nature’s cock in her ass. It had been even a little bigger than the biggest training toy she used at home. It had been unpredictable and rough and it had felt so damn good. She had actually enjoyed the pain and the feeling of being forcefully filled up completely and beyond her wildest imagination.

What was it about Dominika? Was it their dynamic of the unspoken rule that there would be no limits and that Fleur just wanted to prove, not only to herself, but to everyone, that she could and would do whatever such a sick, depraved and merciless dominatrix with a reckless streak would come up with? If Fleur was honest with herself, she would not only do everything again in a heartbeat, she hoped Dominika would step things up every time again and again.

The mistress had proposed that Fleur come live in Germany for a while so the two could get to know each other a little better and while Fleur had yet to decide, her mind had been racing with everything that had been going on here and at home.

As the taxi turned off the road and pulled up to David’s driveway, Fleur woke up from her daydream. She checked her phone again, for the tenth time today, but there was still no reply from her boyfriend. It was getting frustrating. She had called last night and this morning again, but her calls had gone straight to voicemail. Her WhatsApp messages delivered, but not read. She wasn’t worried that something was wrong with him, but rather worried about the people he was with.

While Fleur went on a trip to Berlin to meet new people and try and find business partners for her paid content website startup plans, her boyfriend stayed at Mistress Elsa’s for a week. He had offered to help train a handful new dommes and subs, like he’d done before, in return for later sessions with the ones he liked the best. It was a setup that he and Elsa had been using for years.

Fleur had never thought much of it, until a few months back, when she found out through one of Elsa’s girls that he had been spending a lot of session time with one girl in particular. Of course it was a platinum blonde. Of course she had a rockin’ body and an angelic face. Of course she’d just turned eighteen. What worried Fleur most, is that she was a switch. Fleur had stopped dominating a while ago, choosing to only serve in the masochistic role and to focus only on that side of the coin. Since her boyfriend was a genuine switch, she thought they had the perfect arrangement with Mistress Elsa, but Fleur’s mind couldn’t help but wonder: what if...

She sighed and powered off her phone before exiting her taxi and making her way into David’s mansion, still slightly limping from the anal workout she had received. Once inside, David had shown her straight to his guest quarters, where she would stay for the next few days and nights. He knew her breasts were basically unmarked from the photos she had sent him the other night. He also knew that Dominika’s test had included some heavy anal play and asked about her wellbeing and she said she was okay, explaining that her ass had been seriously used, was very sore, but probably better able to receive David’s torture dildo than before. She never mentioned Manfred or any other detail about what had happened.

Within twenty minutes, she was back in front of David’s camera. David was ecstatic that his new muse was back and in her full naked glory in front of him. Fleur tried to focus on the task at hand, which was, as far as she was concerned, enchanting David. She wore dark and heavy makeup around her eyes with thick black eyeliner and dark red lipstick. It was pristine and she looked stunning.

David had led her to a long white brick wall where he placed a large white plastic sheet on the floor in front of his camera on a tripod. Three long metal chains hung from the ceiling just next to where he asked Fleur to stand. He had prepared his harnesses and was ready to install them on the naked young woman in front of him. All the stuff he needed was neatly organized on a table trolley.

Fleur looked at the chains.

“What are those for?” she asked. “Aren’t my arms going to be harnessed behind my back, like the other day?”

“Yeah, they will be. The position is quite uncomfortable, though. And to prevent you from losing your balance, I will secure the harness to the ceiling.”

“I will put the bottom part first on you,” he said, “then we can place the chest piece and tighten the harnesses together before we anchor them to your body and secure the chest piece to the chains.. Just bend over so I can fit the shaft in your ass first, it tightens to the front after that.”

“Will it fit?” she wondered.

“I have made a few adjustments,” David replied. “I will just tighten it as much as I can and maybe you will have to adjust your breathing a little bit if needed. Your breasts are larger than Chloe’s, but I don’t think it will matter much if I stretch your nipples a little further forward than I did with hers.”

“Okay,” Fleur responded, “Just make it fit indeed.”

Fleur turned her back to him, bent over and spread her ass cheeks apart, so David could insert the anal segment of the contraption. It was obvious that her asshole had seen some serious stretching and abuse the other day, but David didn’t comment on it. He lightly lubricated the e-stim “bullet” and pushed it inside first, followed by the six inch long and 2.5 inch wide rigid metal dildo sheath that ended with the devious sphincter stretching ring that would be clamped in place.

The two inch long bullet and even the hollow shaft of the dildo sheath went in with relative ease. Fleur felt the first discomfort when David started securing the first part of this harness to her sphincter. The ring at the end of the dildo shaft not only stretched Fleur’s sphincter wide open, it featured two ridges of about half an inch in height around its circumference that trapped her sphincter muscle and tissue as it closed around the invader. The ring that fell inside her colon was solid, the one outside her ass featured 10 little holes with small screws that David put in place without tightening them yet.

“Once I tighten those screws and finish the bottom harness, your suffering will begin, because I will insert the chastity pins and then the dildo that belongs to the sheath. It has only ever been endured by one other person, Chloe. She has told me that it is one of the most unpleasant sensations, which has made me very proud. Get ready, here we go.”

Fleur felt like her suffering had already begun. Her sphincter had been stretched quite a bit by Dominika and Manfred and everything about her ass and lower back was sore already. She tried to not let David know and for now, it had worked. David used a small screwdriver to tighten the ten small screws into their holes, trapping Fleur’s sphincter and anchoring the sheath to her body.

The tightening of the screws was indeed an unpleasant feeling and Fleur gritted her teeth to deal with the pain. She couldn’t help but to let out a few shrieks when David tightened a screw a little tighter than others.

When the sheath was properly anchored, David put the curved chastity plate in place and locked it to the sheath with two additional screws. He told Fleur to stand up straight a before he guided Fleur’s outer labia through the thin, long slots running from top to bottom.

Next, Fleur received an inch-wide metal bar around her waist. It consisted of two pieces, front and back that were locked together on her sides with padlocks. It was an extremely tight fit, with the metal compressing her skin at the narrowest point of her waist. It immediately gave her some discomfort and limited the amount of air she was able to breathe in at one time.

David next secured the top of the chastity plate to her waist bar with a short leather strap that he closed, but did not tighten yet.

Another shorter strap ran down between her ass cheeks from the metal bar. It didn’t take long before David connected it to the sphincter ring. Lastly, he tightened both this strap and the one in the front, finishing up the bottom part of the harness.

“How are you doing?” he wanted to know.

Fleur concentrated on her breathing and just maintaining her general composure throughout this whole thing. She wanted to leave an excellent impression on David.

“I’m fine,” she replied. “Are the chastity pins next?”

“Yes, and they will be quite uncomfortable. I may have to hammer them through your labia.”

It turned out that wasn’t the case. The six pins had very sharp tapered tips. It did take some effort on David’s part, but since Fleur’s labia were trapped between the metal slots on the chastity plate, he was able to push them through only using his small pliers.

The pins were about 5 millimeters in diameter and all went through from left to right from David’s view, with the sharp tips passing through the holes in the chastity plates, then Fleur’s right pussy lip, then the inch-wide middle part of the chastity plate, after which Fleur’s other pussy lip was pierced before the pin came to a halt on the other side of the plate, where the sharp tip rested against a protective bar to keep anyone from accidentally injuring themselves on the sharps.

Fleur had had her labia pierced many times with smaller and larger pins and rings and she enjoyed the sharp pain the pins produced. Aside from a few grunts, she didn’t make any noise and the whole procedure was done in a few moments.

With the bottom harness in place and anchored to her body with the sphincter screws and pussy pins, it was time for David to show Fleur the special torture dildo that he had designed specifically for the sleeve that was up her ass.

“Now here’s that special dildo that you were wondering about,” David announced as he walked back from his supplies and held it up for her to see. “Seems like nothing special, eh?” he mocked, “but that’s not the case, look!”

Fleur looked at the dildo and saw a cylindric object about 8 inches long and 2.5 inches wide with a slimmer and shorter cylinder sticking out at the bottom. As David got closer, she noticed the bigger cylinder featured many equally spaced holes in its surface and when he held it in front of her face, she could see that those holes were filled with pins with a diameter of about a centimeter.

David started demonstrating the device by inserting a key at the bottom end and turning it quite a few times until he could turn it no more.

“I wound up its spring. And I can set it to different speeds to unwind,” he started his explanation. “and right now, it’s set to the fastest, a little over a minute. What it does in that time is push this thinner cylinder into the shaft, where it displaces a volume of oil, which gets pushed into the outer hull of the shaft, where it pushes out dozens of metal pins, look!”
He held the dildo at the bottom between two fingers and set the device to unwind, which cause the thinner cylinder to be slowly pushed or pulled into the dildo. As soon as it moved in, the pins started protruding through the holes along the surface. It took a little over a minute indeed until the thin cylinder had almost fully disappeared into the dildo and the dozens of small pins had poked out of their hiding spots.

“I love hydraulics,” David said. “Isn’t that devious?”

Fleur nodded. She had watched the whole presentation with intrigue and a little anxiety as she imagined the process being repeated later on with the dildo inside her ass. She was a little relieved but also a little disappointed at the same time that the pins had rounded tops when she had expected pointy ends.

David inserted a long pin into the bottom of the dildo, which unlocked the smaller shaft, which he slowly pulled back out, causing the small pins to retreat into their holes.

“Like a magic trick,” he explained. “Each pin is pushed back into the dildo by a small coil spring. The pressure of the fluid is bigger than the coil’s, so when the shaft moves down, it pushes the pins out. With the pressure of the oil gone, the coil springs push the pins back in.”

Fleur feigned interest in the technical aspect of the devices, but this whole situation had her all hot and bothered and ready for action. It was as if David understood and he quickly rewound the device and got ready to install it.

“Wait!” Fleur interrupted as he asked her to bend forward again.

“You told me you made a second dildo that you never got the chance to try yet, what about that one?”

“Are you sure you want me to show it to you?” David wondered? This one is pretty nasty already.”

A moment of silence followed.

“Please,” Fleur asked. “Can I at least see it?”

David hesitated for a moment, but conceded. “Fine, I’ll show it to you.”

Of course he had put the second dildo on his supply trolley so he could quickly produce it.

“This one is similar in setup, but it is a little different.”

Fleur looked at the dildo and saw just a few noticeable differences on the outside. The thicker part of this dildo looked a little longer and the thinner part even thinner, but other than that, she couldn’t say what was different.

David continued: “Okay, this one works the same, but it has one key difference: the metal pins have pointed, tapered ends and the first six rows from the top are longer than the others. Their tips are a little rounded and not razor sharp, but since the pressure is distributed over a smaller contact point, I imagine they are more painful.”

This had been a request from Chloe, who, like Fleur, loved to up the ante of her play sessions all the time. The pointed tips were easily added and David had managed to use pins that were a little longer by lengthening the wide cylinder but using a smaller push cylinder at the same time. That way he could displace the needed volume of oil while maximizing the length of the pins to almost half the diameter of the device.

“If you use that one, I couldn’t tell you either, unfortunately, Fleur assessed. “I can’t compare since I haven’t experienced the first one.”

“Trust me, I know this one is more painful.”

“Then put it in me,” Fleur said point blank. “aren’t we trying to see what I can take? Maybe I’ll even give you pointers for version 3,” she chuckled before she turned around and bent over as well as she could in her harness.

David was reluctant, but he agreed and after winding up his virgin toy he inserted it into the sheath in Fleur’s ass and secured it to the harness with more small screws. The invader went about an inch deeper than version one would have gone and Fleur definitely noticed the heavy dildo when it was inside her, pushing the e-stim bullet even deeper inside her intestines.
“You still OK?” David wanted to know when the whole bottom chastity harness was complete and Fleur was standing back up again. He taped the battery-operated control box of the e-stim bullet to her upper thigh with a length of duct tape.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she replied. “Are you going to install the chest piece next? How long will that take?”

“Yes, the chest piece will go on now.” He paused for a second, before adding: “About, hmm, eight to ten minutes, I think. It may cut a little in some places where it’s too tight. I can only adjust the parts that have leather straps. The metal frame will just have to be forced closed.”

“That’s okay, just get it on me. I don’t care if I have to hold my breath or if it cuts into my skin,” Fleur replied. “I just want to feel it tightly around me.”

“Okay,” David replied. “Please turn around.”

Putting the harness around Fleur’s chest wasn’t an easy task. The contraption had been tailored to Chloe’s measurements and Fleur’s torso and breasts were bigger than hers. Some parts of the metal frame cut into her skin as David tightened it around her body. This was already discussed, though, and neither Fleur nor David paid any attention to the superficial cuts to her skin, even when some produced a little stream of blood.

David’s estimate of eight to ten minutes wasn’t far off from how long it took to install all the parts and lock Fleur’s elbows behind her back. Fleur had become a little nauseous from the combination of not eating since early morning and the harness and the uncomfortable position she was in. She was afraid the suspension from the chains would cause added pressure, but she found that David didn’t suspend her at all. He made sure the chains were lifted high enough for support to stay upright, while her own legs supported her weight. Two of the chains had been connected to the back of the metal frame around her chest, the third connected right between her breasts to the bottom bar of the frame.

This was it. David had installed the harness with almost all of its bells and whistles on Fleur, who had been watching him like a hawk as he put the contraption together like an intricate puzzle. The two spiked clamps looked a tad more intimidating in person than they had on the mannequin and Fleur had only realized just now, that eight pins at the top of each clamp also meant eight pins at the bottom of each and that this device was going to slowly push sixteen pins into the meat of her breasts while compressing them even further once the pins were in. Granted, at just an inch in length and the diameter of a about an 8 gauge needle, the pins weren’t excessive in length or width, but together they looked impressive nonetheless. Another thing Fleur had noticed, was the addition of two extensions that she had not seen on the mannequin or the picture of Chloe.

“You added those two round things at the front, they weren’t on the harness before,” she asked.

“Ah, you’ve been paying close attention,” David replied. “They are part of the suggestions Chloe made, but that I have never had the pleasure of trying on her.”

“I just assumed she had you make different pins to drive into her nipples,” Fleur said.

“She did, but that was not all. She had a related request and since you asked me to pull out the stuff I designed, I installed them.”

“What do they do?”

“They don’t necessarily ‘do’ anything,” David said. “What they will allow me to do when the pins are being pushed into your areoles and nipples, is place a little tea light in them and let the flame lick the middle pin. We’ve looked into what other materials we could use to conduct as much heat as possible from the flames, but we decided to keep stainless steel.”

A lot of things shot through Fleur’s mind at this point. On the one hand, she really loved the sharp pain that burns and flames brought. On the other, she had experience with the wounds from heating embedded pins, they took much longer to heal and caused internal burns that produced a lot more swelling, fluid and sometimes even pus. Given the appointment she had with Mistress Dominika, she was conflicted about what she’d like David and the harness to do.

“Do they have to stay under the pins the whole time?” she asked.

“They don’t even have to be there at all. It’s up to you,” David replied.

“I would like to feel what they do, but I don’t know if I want those pins to burn deep inside my tits the whole time.”

David laughed. “The whole time?” he chuckled. “What do you think I do here? That would be way too risky for me. Those pins are stainless steel, they don’t conduct heat very well, but trust me, the flames will be on the pins long enough for you to definitely feel it. I’d love to give you the pain you want, but I don’t want to char your insides.”
Fleur relaxed visibly and David couldn’t believe that she had assumed that his contraption would burn the inside of her breasts for minutes at a time.

“I want to feel them,” Fleur said, “so you can light them, but can you do it at the start, when the pins are just in my nipples and not too deep yet? And then at the end for a little bit for some extra good pictures.”

“You haven’t seen the pins yet,” David quipped. “They will be good pictures regardless of the candles.”

He was right. He had kept the pins secret until the moment they were ready to be installed.

“Still, I want you to light those candles again at the end, so please promise me you will, regardless of what happens?”

“Are you really sure?”

“Yes, please. If I do pass out, please wake me up and then continue with that. If they take a long time to heat, then could you please make sure you really heat them long enough for me to really feel them? I don’t want them to be just for show.”

David wasn’t sure that would be wise, but he thought of the insane pictures that setup would produce, so he quickly changed the subject to the pins he was talking about.

“Do you want the ones like you saw on the doll, or would you like the new ones I have not used yet?”

“You can use whatever you want,” Fleur said. “But I don’t know what the new ones are like. if you ask me, I want the ones that look and feel the most intense. I don’t want to get the feeling later that we chose the more tame of the two.”

David produced the new pins, of course, and showed them to Fleur before he installed them on the harness. They were pretty intimidating, compared to the original pins on the mannequin. The new pins kept the original trident design, but instead of the three pins being smooth, round and of identical diameter, the middle pin of the new design was the complete opposite. The six inch length was divided into three distinct sections. The frontmost two inches were thin, tapered at the tip and conical in shape, running from a sharp pointed tip to a five millimeter wide end where section two started. The surface was far from smooth, with circular ridges running along the sides, much like a screw.

The second part was also two inches long. It kept the same diameter along the full length, but instead of having a screw-like surface, the pin was covered in small, pointy studs, much like small bumps on a prickly pear fruit, in an irregular pattern on its surface. Then the third and final segment changed drastically from the second. While at the core the diameter of the rod stayed at five millimeters, this one had four razor-sharp ridges standing up in a plus-symbol pattern, adding an additional three millimeters of width all around.

The torture pin sent shivers down Fleur’s spine when David held it up to her to inspect up close. Of course she needed to feel it, of course David needed to document it. For good measure, he held it over Fleur’s still untouched breasts to show how long it actually was, before he locked both pins in place and wound up their pushing motors.

For a second, a thought shot through Fleur’s mind how fast this harness experience would be over. She realized she hadn’t even discussed with David how he would orchestrate the different wind-up motors, but she just assumed that they would be running simultaneously. And from what she knew, they ran about a minute each, which would be intense, but short.

It was as if David was reading her mind, or could hear her think out loud, because he started talking about the order in which he was going to work his little wind-up toys. “I’m good to go,” he started. “I would like to start off with the dildo and the forward stretch at the same time. The only thing I still need to do is put the pins through your areolas and lock those in. Then I will take some pictures before I start the devices. Are you ready?”

“So are you going to stretch my nipples first?” Fleur wondered.

“Yes, I will let that program run out first, together with the dildo. They both run about the same time between seventy and ninety seconds. By the time it’s done, your nipples should be very close to where the pins are now.”

Fleur tried and looked down at her breasts. Those pins were in place, but still a distance away from her nipples. She had a hard time imagining her areolas could be stretched forward that far.

“Are you ready?” David asked again.

“Yes, so those two first and then you will push the pins in?”

David nodded. “Mhm hmm, “ he muttered.

“And you will put some tea lights under the pins for the first part of it?”

“And again after it’s done, right?” David double checked.

Fleur nodded her head in confirmation.

David walked over to his little supply stash and picked up the four short pins that he needed to pierce through Fleur’s areolas to connect them to the stretching device. They were sharp as a razor and even though they were about four millimeters thick, they slid through her skin with ease. At about two inches in length, David pierced them at the outer edges of Fleur’s areolas from top to bottom, left and right of her swollen nipples.

Fleur bit her lip and felt her breathing speeding up. The pain wasn’t too bad when the pins went in. It spiked a little when the sharp tips broke through the skin on the other side, but was very manageable. David connected the pierced rods at the top and bottom to his stretching device with little eyelets that went around the top and bottom. He turned a small part of the mechanism’s pulling rods to adjust its distance just enough to start a slight forward pull on the pins. The piercings didn’t produce any blood until David started pulling the skin forward. That’s when a little stream of blood trickled out on both sides.

“It’s all ready,” David informed Fleur. “I’m going to document the start now.”

Several minutes flew by with David shooting a bunch of 35mm film shots of Fleur in her harness. Close-up, different angles, he made sure he had what he wanted. Meanwhile, Fleur realized that this harness device torture was just the centerpiece of it. This whole harness thing was about more than its eye-catcher. Her arms and legs and basically her whole body started aching from the forced and stressful position she was in. Maybe those few minutes where the wind-up motors worked would feel like hours by the time he got around to starting them.

David hadn’t felt this good in years. While he was documenting the stunning young woman who had basically begged to be in his torture device, he started feeling the joy, pride and excitement that he had experienced a long time ago with his muse Chloe. Never in a million years would he have thought it was possible to get that feeling back, but his mind and body were now telling him otherwise. Through his lens he saw the primal desire in Fleur’s eyes, a total dedication to what she was about to endure, an emotional performance right in front of his camera.

Fleur always made sure she looked like a million bucks for a production, and this was no exception. She wasn’t relying on her natural beauty and exceptional body alone. As discussed with David, she had put on very heavy dark make-up and smudged it to give it an edge. Her bright blue eyes were flanked with shades of dark blue, purple and black and her soft, full lips were burgundy red.

When David stepped back from his camera, he walked over to Fleur and ran the tips of his fingers over the slightly stretched skin of her nipples. He used his little key to wind up the coils of the stretching devices connected to her areolas and he looked into her eyes. “Ready?” he asked.
“Do it,” she said.

David squatted down next to her and first activated the torture dildo in Fleur’s ass. Then he turned on the e-stim bullet that Fleur had almost forgotten about. It was deep inside her ass and David’s settings immediately reminded her of its presence. She let out a loud shriek instantly followed by a long moan and David quickly adjusted the settings on the box taped to her thigh. It was still set to the high intensity that he used at the end of a previous session after a bit of play, not at the start. But Fleur surprised him by begging him immediately to turn it back up. He slowly dialed the unit back up to the level that he started at and Fleur continued her moaning.

David got up and flipped the two lock pins on the stretching devices simultaneously. Ever so slowly, the device started operating: the pulling rods were pushed away from Fleur’s chest. At first it was barely noticeable. David watched for a moment before picking up his camera again to document the stretching of Fleur’s tits.

Even though the motion wasn’t clearly visible at first, Fleur felt the pull on the pins in her nipples from the start. It wasn’t painful at first, her senses were being overtaken way more by what was happening inside her ass. The electrical current from the e-stim egg made her nauseous and she could feel the pins from the torture dildo pressing against the inside of her colon from the moment the device started pushing them out. Their wind-up motor ran a little faster than the one stretching her tits, so the pain in her insides quickly drowned out the sensations from her tits being stretched.

After about thirty-five to forty seconds, slowly, Fleur’s breasts started to get their intended cone shape from the stretching devices as they continued pulling the pins through Fleur’s areolas forward. This machine had always been David’s favorite. He had taken extra care in recreating the exact look he was going for with his fourth mannequin. To see the real thing in front of him again with a stunning young woman in his harness, was almost too good to be true.

Fleur started to float off in subspace as the pain in both her colon and stretched tits started to increase exponentially. The large torture dildo had pushed its pins almost fully out of its sides and even though their tips were blunt, their pressure caused a lot of discomfort for Fleur. Her ass was held open by the ring inside her sphincter and she had the natural urge to push the anal invader out of her system. Unfortunately, this one was locked in place and had now lodged itself stuck inside her colon. The pain was dull, unlike the burning sensation in her tits.

Her beautiful, youthful and round breasts were being stretched away from her chest to their max. The stretching devices had now come to a point where her nipples were no longer in front of the four pins through her areolas, but the extreme pull on the skin had actually caused her nipples to fall a little behind. The pins were now at the front of the stretch, which was almost at its maximum, with the stretching pins only an inch and a half away from where the piercing rods were waiting.

Fleur had never felt a sensation like this. She’d had clamps and piercings stretch her nipples with weights, chains, and a ton of other things, but nothing compared to the sensation of having a relentless motorized device slowly continuing to stretch her areolas out beyond what she even thought was possible. Her skin was almost translucent and she felt like it would rip in places if the machine wouldn’t stop immediately.

David documented the whole process with still images. The soft ticking of the wind-up motors was drowned out by Fleur’s moans and groans. With the extreme stretching of her tits, every breath she took, put added pressure on the skin and her irregular heavy breathing pattern didn’t help her relax.

The pulling had already stopped for a few moments when David stopped taking pictures and stepped back over to Fleur to run his fingers over her stretched breasts. Everything was painful about it, but it was about to get much worse very soon. The motors of the pin drivers had already been wound up. It was just a matter of flipping a small switch on both devices to start their program.

Fleur had closed her eyes as she drifted off in subspace somewhere between being barely conscious and being in heaven, but she slightly opened her eyes when David kept touching the extremely stretched skin of her breasts. He looked at her and slightly nodded his head to signal that he was going to start the main event.

He put a lit tea candle in each of the holders, which put the flames about an inch-and-a-half in front of Fleur’s stretched areolas. Then he used both hands to flip the small starting switches on the pin drivers simultaneously and then stepped back behind his camera immediately. Fleur had previously closed her eyes, but now kept them open to watch as the brutal torture pins started their journey forward. She slowed her breath as much as she could and tried to keep as still as possible in the exhausting position she was in.

It took almost thirty seconds for the tips of the long pins to travel through the flames and against Fleur’s swollen nipples. But when they finally hit her, the pain was excruciating. The moment the hot metal slid into her flesh, Fleur started screaming out in pain and instantly tears rolled down her eyes. First a wave of shock hit her, followed by an adrenaline rush. Fight or flee didn’t work at all in the harness and her panic didn’t matter: the heated pin moved ever so slowly deeper into her nipple, piercing and burning her flesh at the same time.

David had snapped quite a few shots of the grotesque torture that happened right in front of his camera, but he had told Fleur that he would remove the flames after the start of the piercing, so he did. The trays containing the tea-lights were easily pushed aside for later use. David kept the flames going for visual effect. Anyone who thought this would ease Fleur’s pain by any rate, was wrong. The relentless drivers pushed the torture tridents further into her stretched tits, millimeter by millimeter, the wind-up motor moved them at a rate of about an inch per thirty seconds.

Fleur had all but forgotten about the last two torture implements to be unleashed on her when David started the two spiked breast clamps. These moved at a considerably faster rate than any of the other wind-up motors. Both the clamp closest to Fleur’s chest and the one halfway down her stretched tits started closing, their thin but sharp pins visibly moving towards the flesh.

David rushed back to his camera and started snapping more photos as all torture devices worked their devilish ways on Fleur, who was now completely off to somewhere else in her mind. This was the scary part of the world’s most insane rollercoaster of pain. In the moment she wondered why she ever got on it, and for a few seconds she swore she would never go on it again. But deep down she knew she would be on it again and again later, only asking the operator for it to be faster and with more intimidating twists and turns.

The pins on the clamp around the base, the biggest part, of her breast started digging into Fleur’s tits first. The flesh was no match for the stainless steel crushing device and the row of eight pins on the top part disappeared quickly while the invisible bottom part closed in exactly the same way. The pins were neatly spaced in such a way that the pins from top and bottom did not interfere with each other or with the large pin that was pushed into Fleur’s nipples from the front.

Soon after the first clamp, the second closed in exactly the same way halfway between the first clamp and Fleur’s nipples, embedding Fleur’s stretched tits with almost three dozen sharp pins. Even though they were relatively short at an inch in length, and very, very thin in comparison to other pins that Fleur had experienced through her breasts, their sheer number made for a visually stunning albeit very painful setup. Because of the pressure on the flesh, streams of blood started to trickle out of the puncture wounds and pooling into droplets that ran down the sides of her breasts and further down her abdomen.

David’s experience with designing and running the wind-up clockwork motors paid off at this point. While the big clamps flattened Fleur’s already stretched tits, the magnum opus of this design was starting the final third of its torture. The trident design of the main pins that were being driven into Fleur’s breasts through her nipples started to come into play at this point. Not only did the long, 6 inch skewer continue its path, next to it on two sides of each long pin were two shorter pins that now also sank into Fleur’s stretched areolas. Even though they were undecorated, they were slightly curved and created a bigger entrance wound than the big middle pin did originally.

Fleur was ready to pass out from the extreme pain and stimulation she was receiving. The pain level was already at 10 when the third and final part of the big pins was pushed mercilessly against her swollen nipples. The +-shaped razor sharp edges slid into her nipples like a knife through butter. At eight millimeters in total width, they almost cut through the whole width of Fleur’s nipples. David was following his devices every move and had taken his camera off the tripod he was using to create a variety of shots of the whole scene.

About thirty seconds later, all devices had stopped running. The only thing still actively working to torture Fleur was the electro egg that was deep inside her colon. Her ass was filled quite well with the uncomfortable torture dildo. Even though Fleur had trained her ass to accommodate the biggest cocks and most extreme of toys over the last few years, most of which were considerably bigger than this one, its devious design made it much more uncomfortable than Manfred’s gigantic cock the other day.

Five out of the six inches of the big pins had been pushed into her tits, the clamps fully tightened around her stretched breasts and the pins embedded in them. David snapped the last few close-ups of Fleur’s tits and then put his camera down.

Fleur was shaking like a leaf. The pain was excruciating at this point and she herself had made David promise to ramp up the intensity at the end, when all the machines had done their work. She had gotten to know him as a caring man, so she kept her eyes shut on purpose, as to not have any eye contact until the sequence of events had played out the way they were agreed upon. She was right, David did try and see if she would open her eyes. He could see her slender body shaking in the harness, overwhelmed by pain and trying to keep up appearances despite the gravity of the situation.

Even though David took his time, admiring the clamps and the steel rods that were now embedded into Fleur’s immensely stretched tits, the girl didn’t budge. She was determined to see this through and to undergo the whole thing as she planned it in her head. She felt his fingers prodding her skin and rubbing her areoles. It was so frustrating. She was so fucking horny from all this exciting and stimulating stuff and she was wearing a chastity harness. What she would give for a Hitachi on her clit or just the option to masturbate herself.

“I’m putting the flames back,” David said calmly. Fleur slowly opened her eyes. He pushed the tea light holders just far enough back for their flames to lick the far end of the stainless steel rods. Fleur concentrated and watched the flames closely while David watched her. She knew he’d be watching her closely, so she tried her best to really put a blank face on.
At first this was easy. It took a while for the pins to conduct the heat from the flames and as they started heating up, their temperature rose slowly. Fleur closed her eyes again to minimize her chances of worrying David. She was determined to try something out while she had the chance.

“Are you ok?” David wondered.

“I don’t feel anything yet,” Fleur lied. “I’ll let you know when it’s getting too much.”

With her eyes closed and her body sore from this week’s antics and experimentations, Fleur tried to find that perfect mental space, where she didn’t need any clitoral stimulation to climax, just sharp pain. She concentrated on the fullness and dull ache of her ass, the pressing and pulling sensations of her tits and the warm glow that came with it. And then there was the bright, sharp pain that was slowly overtaking everything else as the stainless steel rods in her tits slowly heated up.

Fleur had orgasmed before from extreme nipple stimulation alone and saw the flames as the perfect way to cheat her chastity belt and harness. She bit her lower lip as the pain of the burn intensified and slowly crept deeper inside her nipples, still trying to show no outward sign of her increasing mix of pleasure and discomfort.

When the pain got super intense, she couldn’t keep up the act anymore and she opened her eyes and started breathing heavily. David stepped forward to intervene, but she shouted at him.

“More, pleeaase,” she begged him under her breath.

He paused and watched her closely as she shook in her harness and started growling like an animal. That’s when he got an idea of what she was doing. He reached forward and put his hands under the candle trays, but did not move them yet.

It was as if Fleur was in a trance, and in reality she was. She was channeling all the burning pain from her breasts straight to her clitoris and back to her brain. It was hard to explain, but in this moment, it felt like her body was just one large lust organ, a pleasure conductor of the highest pain slut category. She was getting off in the most extreme way possible right now.

David was enthralled. This was amazing to watch. While she was suddenly screaming like a banshee, Fleur’s eyes rolled in the back of her head and she shook uncontrollably in her harness. David saw this as a cue to move the flames, but he was partially too late: Fleur was shaking so hard that one of the tea lights fell to the floor, dumping its wax content on David’s right hand. He yelled out as the hot wax hit him and used his left hand to quickly turn the other candle holder away. Then all Fleur’s screaming suddenly stopped.

Fleur was out cold, her body hanging limp in the harness. This was exactly why David had installed the chains, he was working from experience and this wasn’t the first time he had a harnessed girl pass out on him. He knew exactly what to do.