Isabel III - triple.trouble

Saturday, February 25, 2023. 2:11 pm.

While the girls got to know each other a little better in the dressing room, Master R and Master O had installed themselves on their golden thrones again after a short break during which they stocked a rolling pantry with supplies for the last part of their afternoon. Hugo had picked up a can of beer and seemed to be simply relaxing, waiting for the girls to return. Master O quickly got up to grab a few small blocks of cheese, of all things, while Master R was busy scrolling through one of his phones.

“Here. I finally found it,” he exclaimed excitedly as he tapped the screen while looking over from the empty seat next to him to where his friend went.

“Hang on,” Master O replied. “I’ll be right there.”

Master O walked to the far end of the room to open a cabinet drawer and pulled two thick leather collars and two leashes from it, before returning to his friend. He brought them back to where the thrones were and dropped them to the floor. Then he reached for some food.

Master R slightly forwarded the elusive video he had meant to show his friend a little while earlier. He went a little too far and slid the time marker back to the 55 second mark before pausing it and turning his phone sideways and turning up the brightness of the screen. He waited until Master O sat down again before handing him his phone.

Master O juggled four small blocks of cheese in his left hand and took his friend’s phone with his free hand. He barely managed to press play.

When the video resumed, Master O was curious to find out what his buddy had been so excited about. He had been talking about a custom video he had commissioned through a Dutch web site called Extreme Dolls, combining his love of art, music, beautiful blondes and torture. It had cost him a small fortune, but had totally been worth the investment.

An industrial rock song played as the sound track. ‘Don’t open your eyes, you won’t like what you see’, a male voice sang.

Master O recognized the song instantly. He watched a high-contrast black and white ceiling view of a sparsely lit room as a stunningly beautiful young woman with bright blonde hair in a dark suit and tie entered while the industrial rock music of Nine Inch Nails’ song Happiness in Slavery blasted through the phone’s speakers.

A few panned shots showed several stainless steel metal devices and pieces of furniture along the walls of the room and a large bed-like structure in the middle of the room, surrounded by lots of short plants and several elaborate machine-like contraptions.

The blonde closed the door through which she entered and slowly walked to the far end of the room, where a small altar featuring candles, flowers, gemstones and antlers waited for her.

The video then cut through some more close-ups of the objects in the room, showing religious paraphernalia as well as medical instruments and an assortment of sharps and blunt weapons.

The young woman lit a candle and placed it on the altar that had just been shown. She made her way over to the gyno table in the middle of the room and sat down on it.

The video switched numerous times between views. From extreme close-ups of her face to top-down views of the whole room. Before long, she started undressing, starting with her shoes, jacket, then her tie, then her shirt, dress pants, until finally her expensive looking lingerie also came off.

The young woman, who looked to be in her early twenties, was shown neatly folding her clothes and putting them away in an organized stack on a side table.

After several seconds of ambience footage, the focus returned on her, when she stood in front of a large mirror and used a washcloth from a copper bowl in front of her to ceremonially clean her body.

The camera followed her movements as she started rubbing her skin with the cloth, first at her neck, down her chest, where her large, ever so slightly sagging breasts with their elongated, swollen nipples hung magnificently in front of her.

Master O saw the many very noticeable scars on this young woman’s body, as well as the seemingly messy, blotchy black patch tattoos that covered her skin in several places.

Despite the obvious harsh treatments she had gone though, her body looked fit, albeit a little on the skinny side. The cloth now went down her toned abs on her small waist and down into her crotch, where it was apparent that her bald cunt had been modified into just a clitoris and two holes by removing both her outer and inner labia.

She drenched the cloth in the water of the copper bowl a few times and wrung it semi-dry before circling her exposed and seemingly enlarged urethra and clit and vaginal opening before repeating the ritual with the cloth in the bowl.

She then bent forward while she stretched her hands behind her back and wiped the damp cloth through the crack of her ass.

The many marks of countless physical torture sessions were also apparent on the back of this young woman’s body, silent witnesses of whippings, piercings, burnings and who knows what else had been done to her.

The video showed her from behind as she sat down on the gynecological bed in the middle of the room and zoomed in on her face as she turned her body and laid down on her back, with her arms resting next to her body.

A split second later, when she put the back of her head down in a slightly indented part of the bed’s surface, the bed seemed to come alive. The back rest tilted up, putting the young woman in a slightly seated position, while her arms, and legs were simultaneously covered by several metal clasps that rotated into place from the underside of the table.

Apparently the surface of the bed frame consisted of several parts that moved and operated independently. The video showed close-ups of several of the metal clasps lowering down against her arms, slightly above her wrists on her lower arm, pressing tightly into her skin and immobilizing her against the frame. Her shins seemed to be crushed into the frame at the same time with similar clamps.

The video view then panned by the burning candle and several of the stainless steel tools that had been shown already, before seemingly flying to a birds-eye-view from high up in one of the corners of the room. The blonde looked straight up at the ceiling, it seemed, while the motorized bed manipulated her clamped down limbs one by one, testing, showing that they could be manipulated independently and at will.

The next close-up showed one of her hands while three barbed metal pins at the end of thick, rigid wires slowly pushed forward from the metal clasp that crushed her arm just behind her wrist. The view switched to her face, her eyes watching her own hands, then another switch back to the close-up of her hand, while the metal pins hit the skin of her hands and slowly penetrated the flesh.

Another look at her head. Her eyes now closed, but her mouth opened, with a look of agony and ecstasy washing over her face. The view switched back again to her hands, where the barbed pins had fully disappeared into her flesh and a backwards pulling motion of their wires showed how her hand could now be moved by the machine.

Suddenly the perspective changed again. Now a small hatch slid open on the floor right next to the bed. A motorized tool on a long robotic arm shot up. It moved around, as if it was feeling its surroundings and stopped when it hit the skin of the girl’s abdomen. Another identical tool appeared in the video frame from the other side as the camera slowly zoomed out.

The arms seemed to use resistance sensors while they moved up the girl’s abdomen to the underside of her breasts, where they seemed to stop for a second.

The tools turned a little and three prongs spread out of each, like a small claws, contracting a few times in mid-air before turning their aim downward at the girl’s torso. They pushed, prodded and pulled at her skin, but didn’t really succeed in grabbing anything and keeping a hold on it.

The video switched the feed again to show the blonde’s head, the girl noticeably getting off on the machine, but the view moved on quickly to her spread open crotch, her mutilated, tattooed and scarred cunt full on display with her swollen clitoris, exposed pee hole and gaping vagina.

A heavy multi-tailed braided black whip started smacking down on her cunt with a relentless force. It wasn’t immediately apparent, but the braids had tons of small razor-sharp metal shards woven into them. After two or three brutal smacks, the girl’s crotch and thighs started bleeding excessively, making it obvious that these were no regular braids.

A quick jump to the girl’s chest showed that there, too, identical whips assaulted her, while the previously used pronged claws ominously turned around and shapeshifted above her torso.

After not even a full second of a close-up of her face, the video returned to her crotch, where the whips had stopped, but now a large angle grinder moved from between the girl’s legs towards her crotch, but right before it got there, it hit a metal rail that produced a storm of burning metal sparks that rained down on her cunt, thighs and abdomen.

The intensity of the torture seemed to ramp up quite quickly. The girl’s now bleeding tits were  assaulted by the robotic claws that somehow had shed their protective blunt caps and featured sharp, pointy ends that broke her skin easily. The claws pushed down indiscriminately on her full breasts, opening their pins, then digging into her flesh in a grabbing move and then pulling away again, sometimes stretching the skin of her nipples and areolas away from her chest, pulling her tits into a cone shape before the skin shot loose or ripped free.

The pain and pleasure was still obvious on the girl’s face when it was shown full-screen again. The pain whore clearly got off on the sick machine that mangled her restrained body. Quickly, the focus turned to her cut and burned crotch again.

From the bottom right corner of the screen came two metal objects into view. The first was a fairly large and long screw. The kind that looked like a regular wood screw, but this one was about six to eight millimeters in diameter and at least six inches long. It was spinning at power tool speed, just about a foot away from the girl’s body. A few centimeters underneath, and a little further away from her, a large metal tube inched slowly forward, also rotating, albeit at a much slower speed. It looked like it was about two feet long, with short metal spikes covering the first half of its length that was closest to the blonde’s crotch.

The rods unceremoniously moved forward, somehow perfectly aligned with the pain whore’s pee hole and cunt and the camera registered in sublime detail how the fast spinning screw was pushed forward and embedded itself deep into her pee hole, where it grated and twisted her flesh until it suddenly stopped moving and a slow stream of blood seeped out while the larger spiked tube started disappearing into her gaping cunt.

The video switched once more to a wider view, showing the girl from the side while the two known robotic arms kept clawing at her torso, while two new arms with small circular surgical saw blades inched closer and closer to her abdomen from the sides.

The next close-up showed one of those blades hitting her obliques for a split second, then pulling back, with little lines of blood forming where the blade had struck.

Master O kept his eyes glued to the screen, but ate all of his cheese while watching. This was an amusing video with a heavily used yet still extremely attractive piece of pain whore meat.

The drills and claws made way on the video for a sequence in which several lengths of barbed wire were seen wrapping over the bed and crushing into the young woman’s skin, after which the onslaught with the sharp implements continued in several rapidly switching close-ups of skin being sliced, cut, drilled or pulled with an increasing amount of blood being spilled and dripping and running down from the bed onto the plant soil underneath, all the while mixed with footage of the blonde’s contorted face, grotesquely displaying lust and suffering in unison.

The video and music culminated in several shots of bloody meat being ground into a pulp by crude meat grinders and being pushed out of a pipe on the underside of the bed and dumped over the bloody plants on the soil around the bed, before the music stopped and the last shot showed another impeccably dressed tall blonde girl, also in a dark suit entering the same room, now empty and seemingly cleaned up, but with vegetation around the bed grown higher than before.

The blonde looked around the room with her standout big, girlish Bambi eyes before making her way over to the altar. The close-up of her small, pretty face left no doubt that she looked considerably younger than the first blonde. When she reached for a candle on the altar, the camera zoomed out and the video showed a full view of the room straight down from the ceiling before fading to black.

“Wow”, Master O chuckled when the video stopped. “That’s quite something! Very, very nice!”

“Isn’t it?” Master R replied.

“Happiness in slavery 2.0,” Master O said.

“Yes!” his friend exclaimed. “I knew you’d get it.”

Master O handed his friend his phone back.

“It’s obvious. Plus, I know the song, of course! Wasn’t that original video banned by MTV back in the day?”

Master R chuckled. “Yes. But they played it for a while in the middle of the night. I doubt they would do that with this one now. In some ways we have certainly moved back in time and lost a lot of freedom and progress.”

Both men wholeheartedly agreed on that.

“So you know that in the original video the guy who was in it performed everything for real, right?” Master R inquired.

“Yeah,” Master O said, “tragic story that one. Bob Flanagan. I saw the documentary about him when it came out. A real artist, though. Raw. They don’t come like that anymore.”

“Well,” Master R responded, “maybe they still do.”

Master O looked up with a puzzled expression.

“The girl in the video. The first one. She did everything for real as well,” Master R explained.

“She’s ground up?” Master O wondered with a shocked face and tone of voice.

“Haha, God no,” Master R said with a chuckle. “Flanagan wasn’t ground up either. But yeah, those meat grinder shots are the only ones that are faked in both the original video and this 30th anniversary tribute. He had all the other stuff done to him back then and this girl did everything else for real now.”

“Damn,” Master O said. “Thirty years?” He seemed more shocked by the time that had passed since the original music video than the fact that all the bloody torture had been performed for real.  Then he added with a laugh: “We’re getting really old, Rich.”

Both men chuckled.

“But that’s a damn fine video and it’s sad that it ended when it did. I would have loved to see that last girl undergo the same machine as well.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Master R replied. “Sexy, tight little pain slut that one, but she’s just an inexperienced newbie. I was allowed a little play time with her, and had hoped to have her in there, but the owner of the production company insisted on the other girl for the main shots. I had to pay a little extra to have Bambi in the video at the end.”

“Bambi?” Master O wondered. He couldn’t believe the girl actually had that name.

Master R chuckled again. “Yes, Bambi. B.A.M.B.I. Can you believe it? From Germany, I believe. Her natural hair is dark, she wore a wig for these shots. The other, the blonde one, is originally from Amsterdam, or so I was told.”

“Deliciously nasty Dutch girls, there’s something special about them,” Master O grinned, thinking of Isabel as well.

“Let’s get ready to go to the park,” Master R said as he put his phone away. “Some fresh air will do the girls some good.”