Isabel III - triple.trouble

Sunday, February 26, 2023. 9:02 pm.

Isabel went to bed early this night. Even though she had an exhausting weekend, she was extremely horny again and she was excited to watch the video Lola had shared with her earlier in the night. Her clit and nipples still throbbed and itched. They had only gotten more swollen and irritated since yesterday afternoon. Isabel locked her bedroom door, undressed and grabbed her little toiletry bag with toys and brought it onto the bed with her. As usual, she pushed her pillow off her bed and sat naked on her elbows and knees with her phone under her face, so she could easily masturbate with one hand while watching.

Lola’s link didn’t display the video immediately. What was the password again? she thought and flipped back to Lola’s message. “Y3ll0wd1sc1pl1n3” it said. After she put it in, the video stream started buffering.

It started with a logo consisting of the letters C, B and S and the phrase ‘new world order’ in a typewriter font under them. After the video shortly faded to black, two disguised men appeared on the screen, their faces obscured by black head scarfs that only left their eyes visible.

“Welcome to C.B.S. Training video numba 4,” one of the men said. His scarf had a pattern of white skulls printed on it. Judging by his movements, Isabel guessed it was the one on the right, since his head moved in rhythm with the words. It was impossible to be sure, since the one on the left also bopped his head and both their mouths were covered by their scarfs. The C, B and S were pronounced with significant pause and swagger.

“Yeah. That’s right!” a second voice added.

Both men were only visible from their waist up, with their overly muscular black torsos glistening lightly in the sparse light. They seemed to be in a small room with black walls and a large flag hanging behind them of the CBS, the Church of Black Supremacy.

“If you here,” the first one continued, “you either a King tryin’ to get the down low of how to properly use his snow bunny slave or you like seeing hot pieces of bro-ho get put in their place and then cocoa puff’ed.”

The two guys chuckled audibly. “Hell, maybe you a white ass N.L.B. yaself watching this alone or with ya King,” the second voice added.

“In which case,” the other took over again, “you better offer yo white ass titties up and stick some pins in them. If yo ass is white, you should be payin’ real re-pa-ra-tions watchin’ this shit. Hurt them titties good for us or stop watchin’, bitch!”

“No shit, yeah! Stick them pins in and pay attention.”

While Isabel didn’t know every word of the vernacular the two impressive men used, she did get the last message and while the men made their way to the door to an adjacent room, asking each other how excited they would be about what they’d find behind it, Isabel’s mind fought with the thought of actually doing what these guys said. She had a few hypodermic needles left in her pleasure bag and how hot would it be to submit to these guys and their video while watching it?

While she weighed whether or not she should pause the video to unwrap some of her needles, the two men on the video entered the next room through the door. This room was brightly lit. It featured undecorated white plastered walls and a large black leather couch on top of which sat a slender white blonde. Right next to the couch was some kind of wide rectangular metal frame with a sex sling hanging from it.

As soon as the men entered the room, their complete bodies became visible as the camera took on a wider angle than before. They were both completely naked save for their head scarfs and they looked to be in extremely athletic shape. Bulky, muscular and very well-endowed, they looked either very intimidating or very attractive, depending on what your viewpoint was. Isabel watched in awe. She couldn’t wait to see these sex machines in action.

The blonde on the couch looked tiny in comparison to them. She had bright long hair that hung loose and slightly curly around her heart-shaped face. When the men took a spot next to her on the couch, one on either side of her, the video switched to another view with a close-up on her. She was a typical all-American cheerleader type of girl with a pretty enough face, albeit kind of generic.

She looked genuinely terrified and was visibly shaking. The heavy, dark make-up around her eyes was ruined by what must have been a long, steady flow of tears, her mascara smudged on her temples from wiping her tears away. She sat naked with her legs slightly apart and her torso straight up, her face toward the camera, but her bright blue eyes were cast down to the floor.

“Typical white bitch, flat ass,” one of the men noted. It was true. The blonde was flat in that department. Her chest was considerable, though, with natural 34D tits that looked quite full for her slender frame. Their weight made them hang down a little, but they looked firm. She was by no means athletic, but likely young enough to still have a slender waist without having to do anything for it.

While the camera zoomed in on her reddened face, the guy with the skull print picked up a small cloth pouch from which he produced the girl’s passport before tossing the bag to his friend.

“Folks, from our own great state of Tennessee, this bitch is called Kaylee Peterson. The cunt was born eighteen years and a few days ago. Bunny thought t’was a good idea to put ‘erself out there on Pure looking for a dominant black man. A real king, K. I. N. G! Of course we match’d with her and we’re ready to give her the full C.B.S. treatment. We gonna warm ‘er up good before Mistress Shon’telle gu’n make this white bitch pay some harsh reparations.”

He slapped Kaylee hard in the face before picking her up like a doll and taking her place on the couch and pulling her on his lap while his companion produced a strip of wrapped hypodermic needles from the pouch that also held the girl’s passport.

“Look, if you a King watchin’ with your bitch, but you didn’t decorate her yet, I’mma aks you again. No white bitch is allowed to watch this shit without painful pins in her tits. Hell! If you wanna show the ho her place, stick one thru her clit too! Them white bitches need to earn the right to watch this shit. Yo!”

Isabel sped up her fingers that were rubbing her wet slit and raw clit. She was getting way more aroused by these guys than she had anticipated.

“Hell yeah, like this!” the one with the needles exclaimed. He unwrapped one of the needles. Kaylee watched in terror and started screaming while the other guy held her down against himself, covering her loud mouth with one of his hands to the best of his ability.

Kaylee was no match for him. She was so much smaller and soon figured out her resistance was futile. As her screams turned to cries, the guy managing the needles squeezed her right breast into a bulging orb and unceremoniously pushed the first needle straight down into Kaylee’s breast through her nipple, until all two inches had disappeared. The girl wailed in agony, but her body appeared limp and defeated.

A second and a third needle followed, inserted right next to the first, with their white plastic caps resting against the tip of Kaylee’s nipple.

“That’s how you do it, yeah, yeah,” the sitting guy commented. “You don’t want those pins sticking out and stabbing you while you use the bitch!”

Just before Kaylee’s other breast was decorated in the same way, Isabel stopped masturbating and paused her video.

“No white bitch is allowed to watch this shit without painful pins in her tits” echoed in her head. She looked at her phone screen, which showed a close-up of the three needle caps against Kaylee’s nipple. It looked incredibly sexy.

Isabel bit her lip, eyeing her little make-up bag with self-torture tools and a split second later, she sat up on her knees, rummaging through the bag. She was due for a new supply and found that she only had three single wrapped needles left. And they were all different colors too. A pink one, a green one and a white one, like the ones they used on Kaylee, but except for the green one, all of these needles were much longer. Way too long for her to completely insert into her breasts like they did to the girl on the video. But she really wondered what it would feel like to have not one but three needles inserted from the front and felt a growing urge to try. As disappointment was about set on her face, she noticed the small plastic cassette that Master O had given her, “for a special occasion,” as he had said. She grabbed it and flipped the top open, revealing two rows of five thick metal pins. The hollow cannulas had tapered, sharp pointy ends and a bulky, almost square beveled top end featuring an etching of the number 14. At just an inch-and-a-half in length, they were shorter than her color capped ones, but they were visibly thicker.

She hesitated for a moment. “No white bitch is allowed to watch this shit without painful pins in her tits” rang again in her head and she looked down at her phone, where the white caps against Kaylee’s nipples still looked enticing as ever.

“Fuck it,” Isabel thought and took one of the pins out of the cassette. When she felt the rigid metal pin between her fingers, it appeared as if she hesitated again, but that wasn’t the case. Looking at the hollow needle, she knew there was a big chance this thing was going to produce quite some blood. She clicked the needle back in its holder and reached under her bed to grab her burgundy red bathing towel that she always kept at hand for emergencies like these. Isabel kept it in a large plastic bag that not only kept her towel free of dust, but also served as the perfect protective sheet when spread out flat on her bed. She quickly folded the large towel and placed it over the plastic bag that spanned the full width of her bed and put her phone back on top. She also grabbed a box of tissues, which she anticipated she would need. Then she picked up the pin again and decided that this first one would go into her left breast.

The tip of the needle was ultra sharp. Even when Isabel was just trying to decide where exactly she was going to place the needle and push it in, the tip scratched her skin and almost immediately a small droplet of blood formed, filled and ran down her areola to the underside of her breast.

She realized there was no margin for hesitation or deliberation here, so she squeezed her left breast with one hand, flattening it as much as possible and just placed the sharp tip of the pin against the slightly scabbed and irritated center of her swollen nipple and started slowly pushing it in, right where the syringe had been yesterday afternoon in the park.

Isabel grunted louder than she intended to and when she realized she made the noise, she went totally quiet.

The pain was sharp and intense, but the needle slid into her nipple like a knife through butter, at least for the first inch, after which she paused for a moment, only to find that a small stream of blood seeped out of the top of the needle already. She picked up a napkin and pressed it against the top of the pin, and stopped the blood from leaking.

Isabel was breathing heavy at this point, her heart rate highly elevated with the excessive dose of adrenaline that this video and needle brought her mind and body. She kept the napkin, rapidly soaking up the small stream of blood, pressed against the pin and squeezed her left breast again before trying to push the pin deeper. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back while her right hand put steady pressure on the pin.

Squeezing her breast hurt already, but she pushed through the pain and slowly worked the whole pin into her breast until its bulky end rested against the tip of her nipple.

She looked down and pulled away the bloody napkin, to find that it had soaked up most of the blood from the needle. A small new droplet formed, but it was quickly wiped away and, for the moment, it seemed that the bleeding was manageable.

Isabel admired the thick numbered cap against her nipple and slowly squeezed her areola down to the tip of her nipple, feeling the thick pin through her flesh. The sensation hurt, but in a good way, like nipple clamps or someone biting down. Oh God, it was so hot to feel metal through her own flesh. She felt the endorphins flow directly between her breast, her clit and her brain and kept massaging her nipple, feeling the length of the metal rod in her breast from the tip of her nipple until she could feel the hardness no more in the deep tissue of her breast.

A little stream of sweat rolled down from behind her right ear onto her neck and then her shoulder. It took her momentarily out of the trance she was in and she resumed the video on her phone while rolling both her pierced and unpierced nipple between her thumbs and index fingers.

The two men on the video wasted no time with Kaylee. The one sitting on the couch held her down in his lap with one arm while he forced her mouth open with the hand of his other arm and the standing man tried to push his massive semi-erect cock into her mouth. The blonde was trying to fight them off again, but from the looks of it, stood no chance against her muscular assailants. She tried to violently shake her head to get the cock out, but after half a minute of struggling, it seemed that she accepted defeat and resigned to her fate. She instantly regretted it, because the moment she stopped struggling, the back of her mouth was stuffed with a ramming cock that seemed to aim for one thing only: get as hard as possible as fast as possible and ram as deep into its newfound cock sleeve as it could.

Kaylee choked on the ramming cock and some life seemed to stir back into her body and one of her hands momentarily broke free from the tight hold it had been in. She swung her arm through the air and hit the guy whose cock was in her throat while she simultaneously bit down on his ramming dick. The guy’s response was instantaneous and brutal. He punched the blonde hard in the face with his fist and broke her nose. She wailed and cried in pain, but found that her throat was stuffed with big black cock again in seconds, regardless of her protests and the streams of blood running down her face.

Isabel watched closely and kept playing with her nipples. Instead of being turned off by the violence on her phone screen, she felt her arousal spike. She noticed not just the sheer brutality with which these two guys assaulted the tiny blonde, she also couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw the size of their cocks. It was as if these guys were selected to be the most brutal and raw girl destroyers on the planet. Isabel’s assumption was right. The appearance of these guys was far from random. The C.B.S. employed them for a few reasons: their massive cocks, intimidating muscular physique and their willingness to display the depths of their unrelenting hate for white women on camera.

The sitting guy’s cock was not even hard, but as it was stiffening under the wriggling and crying girl, it was apparent that just its length alone was immense. The head of his cock almost reached his knees and it was thicker than the girl’s arms.

Not to be outdone, the standing guy’s cock was almost as long, but considerably thicker over the full length. He rammed it in and out of her coughing mouth and a close-up shot showed how he kept plowing despite being covered with streams and sprays of blood.

Isabel paused the video again when it showed a wider view of Kaylee and her nice, pierced tits. She was slightly annoyed by the difference between her own nipples and decided that it was time to ramp up the intensity for herself a little bit.

She didn’t waste any time. She bit her bottom lip and quickly placed the second metal pin against her other nipple and started pushing it in while she squeezed her breast with her other hand. She let out a barely audible, long, low moan while the second sharp pin slid into her body.

The pain was sharp, but oh so delicious. Amplified by the burning sensation in her other nipple, it quickly aroused Isabel to even higher highs and she cherished the feeling of the piercing pin in her flesh until about three quarters of its length were embedded in her breast.

She stopped for a moment, just to roll her stuffed, swollen nipples between her fingers and to try and feel the metal pins under her skin by squeezing hard at her nipples and slowly moving her fingers further up her areolas and the deeper tissue of her breasts, feeling the rigid metal pins inside her flesh. Then she finished the job and pushed the second pin into her breast just as deep as the first one had gone.

When Isabel resumed the video on her phone, she realized that the wider view of Kaylee was actually a jump in time in the girl’s ordeal. Now flanked by her two assailants from the start of the video, the blonde was inspected by Mistress Shon’telle.

The mistress was an imposing character. She was tall and muscular, dressed in an all-black leather outfit with matching latex elbow gloves that accentuated her fit physique and massive breasts.

Kaylee, already bruised and beaten by the two men who warmed her up for her ‘reparations punishment’, was trembling like a leaf. Her head was covered with a cloth sack that was tied closed with a piece of rope around her neck and showed obvious patches where the cloth was soaked with blood from her broken nose and abused mouth. Her arms were tied together high above her head and she was hoisted up just enough for the tips of her toes to touch the floor.

Right before the mistress was about to start with the girl, Isabel’s phone showed a notification for a new email on the top of her screen. Strange, she thought. She’d set up this app with a special email address months ago when she started seeing Master B. To avoid prying eyes, she customized the notifications so that the sender, subject and contents would remain hidden. Why would he email her? They rarely communicated by email anymore. Isabel shrugged it off for the moment, there were more pressing matters at hand on her screen.

“Oooo white bitch you gonna pay now,” the mistress cooed while she traced the end of a cattle prod from collar bone to collar bone on Kaylee. “You prolly have no clue, NO CLUE, what your folks have done to us back in the day. And keep doing every day.”

Isabel watched as the stern mistress started shocking Kaylee all over her body with the cattle prod. She randomly pressed the tip of the shock machine against the girl’s skin and let the current flow. Kaylee wailed and cried and her body shook uncontrollably until she passed out.

The video cut to black and when it continued, Kaylee’s head was free of the sack that had been wrapped around it. She was awake, but barely.

“Look at you. All pretty and white. Your white privileged ass will be educated with some re-pa-ra-tions today! We gonna put some soul murder on you!” Mistress Shon’telle said.

Kaylee looked defeated. There was no fight left in this girl. She was barely conscious and wasn’t able to protest as the two men cut her down from her suspension rope and pushed her on her back on a wooden bench that they had dragged in. The bench had a slanted back rest. They cuffed her hands behind her head and chained them to the bottom of the bench and spread her legs wide and scooted her body up in such a way that her ass was just at the edge of the bench, almost hanging off the end, while her back rested on the slanted part, which was tilted at about a 30 degree angle. Her ankles were cuffed and chained to two tall wooden posts to the side, locking her legs wide open and exposing her bleeding cunt and ass. Her head on the other end hung slightly off the back rest at a perfect height for Kaylee to service anyone orally who stood behind her.

Mistress Shon’telle immediately got to business. She opened a medium-sized black flight case with silver protective corner pieces and extended an antenna-like rod to keep the lid upright and open. The video didn’t zoom in on it, but it was clear immediately that this was the mistress’ pleasure chest, filled with all kinds of sadistic tools to make little privileged white girls question their existence.

With the girl immobilized against the bench, she started her games by wrapping a tight leather belt around each thigh, as high up Kaylee’s legs as possible. The belts featured rows of metal eyelets along their lengths, allowing the mistress  to connect little chains to them. Shon’telle picked three eyelets on each side on the inside of Kaylee’s thighs and attached the chains, which, for now, just dangled down. The other ends of these chains featured sharp barbed hooks, though, which didn’t bode well for Kaylee’s cunt.

Next the mistress shifted her attention to the blonde’s large tits. She used long, thin strips of black duct tape to tie them off at their base, ballooning them into bulging flattened orbs that stood on top of the girl’s chest like mushrooms. Several little streams of blood trickled down from where the needles were pushed into her nipples, creating half a dozen lines of blood along the sides of the quickly reddening tits and the duct tape that was wrapped around them.

One of the men came into view again behind Kaylee. Apparently he wasn’t done with her face yet. He grabbed her head and pulled it down, so he could slide his semi-erect cock into her mouth. Kaylee was utterly exhausted and too far gone to protest, but that didn’t deter him from stroking his cock to full hardness again and attacking her throat without mercy.

Mistress Shon’telle was also merciless. She had a task to perform and checked box after box. She used one hand to pull Kaylee’s outer labia as far open as she could, while her other hand pulled one of the chains with metal hooks over the girl’s outer pussy lip, turned the hook so it would grab the flesh, and then let the force of the stretch do all the work. One by one, the hooks hanging from the belts around Kaylee’s thighs were pushed through her outer labia, stretching her pussy lips hard to the side and opening her cunt.

This was just step one. The mistress wanted to make sure next that not only Kaylee’s outer lips were spread wide, she wanted to totally open the white cunt for play. She carefully selected a handful of items from her toy box and turned around to reveal what she had in store for young Kaylee. Reparations would be harsh, but they would also be largely sterile, as witnessed by the individually wrapped thick surgical pins that Shon’telle revealed. She had half a dozen in her hands, exactly the same amount as the number of hooks pierced through the girl’s outer pussy lips. The video zoomed in on Kaylee’s spread cunt for a close-up. When the mistress unwrapped the first of the pins, she immediately and unceremoniously pulled the girl’s inner pussy lip out against the outer lip that was stretched wide and pushed the pin straight through both layers of tissue. She proceeded this up and down both sides, pinning the inner labia against the outer labia and turning Kaylee’s cunt into a gaping hole.

Shortly after, without any change in camera view, the mistress’ gloved hands appeared again, now inserting a few rows of blue-capped hypodermic needles in the same manner as the thicker pins that had just gone through.

Isabel watched while her fingers massaged her cunt. There was hardly any response from the blonde, who seemed to be just a piece of meat undergoing her torture. Isabel wondered if Kaylee would feel the same afterwards as she felt when watching her first video with Master O back, where he had choked her unconscious and used her body for torture. Just the thought of it spiked her arousal and she hoped for Kaylee that this girl would get the same enjoyment from this video when she saw it back, but Isabel somehow knew that that probably wasn’t the case since Kaylee didn’t exactly volunteer for this, as far as she could gather.

Kaylee’s cunt was pierced all around, from the inside out. Mistress Shon’telle created a few rows of blue-capped needles, ten on each side, with their sharp ends fanning out upwards and to the sides, flanking Kaylee’s exposed clit hood and urethra, and fanning out downwards and to  the sides as well, adding a total of twenty blue caps to the close-up view of Kaylee’s cunt.

The mistress and view switched back to the blonde’s big tits. It seemed like there was a jump in time, as Isabel noticed that Kaylee’s tits had gotten a much darker shade of red towards purple, while several longer and thicker pins were visible. They were already pushed through the girl’s tits, right at the point where the darker tone of her areolas met the lighter skin of her breast.

Three meat skewers decorated each breast, with their sharp ends pointing down and inward, while the eyelets at their ends stuck out to the side and to the top.

Mistress Shon’telle was just finishing up another detail on the girl’s tits when she wrapped two lengths of thin chains around the girl’s areolas, behind the skewers, and connected the ends of the chains to two hooks that hung down from the ceiling. This already stretched Kaylee’s tits up and away from her body, but soon enough the chains hanging down from the ceiling were tightened or shortened and Kaylee’s bound tits were pulled even harder.

Isabel placed her wet fingers around her own nipples again and started to press into the flesh to feel the metal pins inside her once more. Such a sexy feeling. Was she weird for getting so utterly horny from doing this? She wondered for a second how many others like her there must be around the world. Even if she were a one in a million anomaly, that would mean there were still about 8000 others like her. A comforting thought.

She kept squeezing, increasing the pressure and savoring the aches her fingers gave her, while her eyes remained glued to her phone’s screen. Mistress Shon’telle started pulling out the long needles from Kaylee’s nipples.

She slowly removed the first and instead of discarding it, she ramped up the torture by taking the needle and slowly pushing the pin completely through the girl’s hooded clit, aligning it further down Kaylee’s gaping pussy and into the opening of her urethra, where she bent it just far enough for the tip of the needle to slide through the soft tissue underneath. The long needles were all moved in the same way, but the mistress took her time pulling them out of the nipples and piercing them through the clitoris and into the pee hole.

The removal of the pins from Kaylee’s tits produced quite a bit of blood, but this seemed to be of no concern to the Mistress. She paid no attention to it, but instead produced three additional meat skewers like the ones through Kaylee’s areolas, together with something that looked like a classic vibrator. The only difference here was that the surface of this thing was made out of solid metal with many rows of sharp metal spikes all around it.

Regardless, the vibrator went straight into Kaylee’s gaping cunt, as deep as Mistress Shon’telle could push it without any lubricant. It was then held into place by the three additional meat skewers, which were pushed through the girl’s spread labia from left to right, so that they would hold the vibrator inside.

The view was grotesque. Kaylee’s cunt was stretched, pierced and prodded and her clit and pee hole were riddled with long needles. She was just a slab of meat, the will or power to even try and move or make a sound had long left her body.

When the video skipped again, Isabel was actively holding back her orgasm. The utter depravity and violence of this video had her so horny, it seemed like a completely new register of possibilities had opened.

The next part showed Kaylee still in the same position, but with her complete torso from her gaping cunt to her bound tits a complete bloody mess. The mistress had drilled the most ridiculous screws into the blonde’s tits through her nipples. The one on the left side of the screen stuck out about an inch. The diameter of the screw was at least six to eight millimeters, with the head being easily a centimeter wide.

Mistress Shon’telle was installing an identical screw in Kaylee’s other breast using a power tool. The screw had already been drilled in far enough to stand up on the girl’s breast by itself without falling out, but still had a fair length of about four inches sticking out, meaning that at least another three of those inches would have to be drilled down to match the other side.

And this was exactly what the video showed, with Shon’telle pushing the screw hard into the girl’s tit with the power tool, while trying to drill it in as straight as possible, often mangling and twisting Kaylee’s nipple in the process, stopping and starting again, much like the drilling pioneer Master Serpent showed in his videos two decades ago. How they would ever get this deep screw out again, was probably a science of its own.

Isabel climaxed hard while she watched the thick, rigid metal screw get drilled relentlessly into Kaylee’s breast. If only her own tits would grow to be that size one day. She tried to be as quiet as possible and buried her face into the bed next to her phone while she came.

When she pulled herself up, she saw the last few seconds of the video before it ended. The mistress grabbed a box cutter and cut off a triangle from the top of Kaylee’s left ear. She said something vague about identification, just like they did back in the day to her great-great-great grandmother, but a loud music track pushed her voice to the background and that’s when the video faded to black.

Wow, Isabel thought to herself, this was intense. And so hot. Oh to be like Kaylee one day and feel those pins slide through her flesh and servicing such massive cocks...

Though she was tired and exhausted, Isabel couldn’t resist checking the notification she received on her secret email before she put her phone away to clean everything up. When she opened the app, she saw a new message, but it wasn’t from Master B. “Vorschlag für I-15” was the subject of the e-mail, and it was sent by someone named herrinkatrin@frauleinstahl.de. When she saw the name, her heart skipped a beat.

**The end**