Isabel III - triple.trouble

Saturday, February 25, 2023. 3:03 pm.

Eric was extremely rough. Isabel didn’t get any time to adjust to the change of pace. He had grabbed her by her hair and practically dragged her along the path, into the small, dimly lit building with changing rooms, past the dirty communal sinks and showers, through a corridor where apparently someone had passed out, and further to the filthy public toilet stalls, where he let go of her hair. Isabel looked up at him, anxious to find out what would happen next, but he swung his arm and his hand slapped her cheek.

“Look down, cunt,” he yelled in French. Isabel didn’t understand the words, but it was clear enough for her that he wasn’t happy with her looking up at him, so she kept her head down while he stepped around the room. It did not take long before he was back next to her and he pulled her up and forward by her hair again and dropped her down on the stained toilet in the middle stall of the three in front of them. It was the only one without a door.

Since there was no seat on the toilet, Isabel fell sideways onto the bowl and her small ass hit the light brown water inside, before she pulled herself up slightly to straighten her body and tried to sit down on the toilet the best she could.

She heard the muffled grunts, moans and screams of Hugo and Eric’s companion on the other side of the walls of the park building. Whatever they were into, it sounded quite violent.

“Be the filthiest whore, the most obedient slut today.” Master O’s cunt-wetting words over lunch echoed in her head.

Eric was right in front of her and started unzipping his pants, as if in slow motion. Behind him, she saw the person in the corridor, seemingly unconscious –or worse!-, slumped against the wall near the shower area.

When she tried to tilt her head to get a better look, she immediately received a hard slap in the face.

“Ow!” she exclaimed as one of the large rings on Eric’s fingers hit her cheek and actually broke her skin. It stung immediately and really hurt bad, but she had her game face on and didn’t show any discomfort.

Eric started yelling commands at her in French, but Isabel didn’t understand a word. “No French!” she managed to get out before his long fingers pushed and probed into her mouth.

“Shut up, filthy bitch!” Eric said with a thick French accent as he pulled his fingers out of her mouth and once again slapped her across the face with the back of his hand. “Until I ask you things you are quiet! Open your mouth!”

When she did what he asked, he stuffed three fingers as deep into her mouth as he could and started finger fucking her throat, making her cough and gag until he pulled his fingers out and she vomited a little into her mouth. She let the acidic fluid run out of the corners of her mouth and drooled it with some saliva onto her chest, but tried to keep her composure, even though her eyes started tearing up.

Eric looked down at Isabel’s pointy tits. Even though her perky B-cups were less than a handful to him, they looked nice in proportion to her slender abdomen. What caught his eyes, though, were the scars she bore from her previous adventures. He forcefully wiped away her vomit and slapped Isabel across her nipples before running his index and middle finger over a scar from one of the steak knives that Master M had pushed into her breasts during her RavageMoi session with him.

“You like to play rough?” Eric asked in his accented English.

Isabel put on her big girl face, looked up at him with her big green eyes and nodded.

He then suddenly backhanded her breasts so forcefully that she fell off the filthy toilet. She felt the sharp stinging pain travel through her chest. It hurt. Like hell. But she wasn’t going to let him break her that quickly. She took a deep breath and tried to be as quiet as possible.

Eric grabbed her tightly by the neck with his left hand, just above her collar, and pulled her back up on the toilet before slapping her face once more with his free hand. The moment his hand crushed her throat, Isabel felt the adrenalin spike in her body. She sucked in some air through her gritted teeth and forced a smile.

“You like that?” he asked.

Isabel tried to nod again, as best she could in his tight grip. She could feel herself transform into Fraulein Stahl’s ‘I 15’ again, her arousal ticking up with every time he asked.

Eric’s right hand came down hard against her face again, smacking from the left side, hitting her cheek and nose with brutal force.

Isabel grunted and closed her eyes. His hand around her throat tightened.

Another forceful slap across her tits. Another grunt. But no tears.

“Look at me!” he commanded, as he rubbed his large free hand over Isabel’s reddened chest, massaging her tits and squeezing her erect nipples.

Isabel opened her eyes and when she did, he back handed her face again with force. She yelped. A sharp edge of one of his rings had punctured the top edge of her upper lip.

She kept looking up at him. Meanwhile, he kept the pressure on her throat and watched a small stream of blood as it ran from her nose, converged with the wound on her upper lip, and started trickling down her chin.

Before enough blood had pooled on her chin to start dripping down from her face, he let go of her throat and pulled his hand away. Isabel fell down and hit her back against the wall behind the toilet bowl.

“On your knees!” Eric commanded.

Isabel licked her lips and tasted the blood, but obeyed his command fairly quickly. Her scraped knee still hurt from the slip she made outside, but it was nothing compared to the fresh stinging pain in her face.

Before she knew it, Eric had fully unzipped his pants and pulled them down enough to reveal that he wore no underwear. His impressive cock was already rock hard and it stood 7 to 8 inches proud with a thick prince albert ring through his large mushrooming cock head. His pubic hair had been completely removed and Eric had a large tattoo of a lion’s head on the skin of his crotch instead.

Isabel didn’t get to look at his cock for long. Before she had time to even breathe in, his hands went behind her head and he pushed his hard cock into her mouth, against the back of her throat and as far in as he could in the first push.

He held her head locked in his hands and savored the sensations of her warm mouth struggling with his cock and waited until Isabel started to stir. He felt her calmness transform into panic after a while and kept his cock pressed as deep into her face as he could while her arms mowed through the air.

Then he suddenly let go of her head and pulled his cock out, together with strings of saliva, mucus, white vomit and a little blood. Isabel got no time to catch her breath, because as soon as she inhaled after his cock head left her mouth, he rammed it back in, deeper this time, aided by the lubrication of his cock by the fluids he had dug up out of her.

A few short forceful fucking moves later, he had her blood-covered lips and nose pressed tightly against his crotch and his rock hard cock all the way down Isabel’s throat, as far as it could go.

He held it there for a moment, slightly surprised by the fact that Isabel seemed to calm down a bit after her initial panic. He had no clue that she was well-trained by her own Master B back in the Netherlands, whose cock was at least an inch longer than his and had been sliding fully in and out of Isabel’s throat every time they had seen each other since their second play date.

Eric could feel his cock pulsating inside Isabel’s throat. He was determined to use this cock sleeve well, but didn’t want to finish in her stomach. He was in a rush today, but a gem like this should be enjoyed properly and she still had other holes to explore.

He started pulling a little out and pushing back in, building up the speed, depth and force with which he fucked Isabel’s throat until he rammed her forehead against his abdomen with both hands while she struggled, choking on his ramming cock.

It was truly a mess. Isabel vomited more, spraying it all over him every time he pulled out, and even through her nose when he decided to keep his cock firmly inside her, but he kept digging for more, until her whole reddened face and his crotch were covered in vomit, mucus, saliva and blood.

Isabel gasped for air and coughed frenetically when he definitively pulled out and let go of her head. She spit up more gunk in between deep inhales and coughs and almost collapsed on the filthy floor. She’d had throat pies and skull fucks before, but what Eric did with her was right up there with the nastiest of them.

Nevertheless, she was up on her knees again within moments and grabbed Eric’s cock with her slime-covered hands and started stroking him off while her mouth sought to wrap itself once more around his pierced cock head.

Annoyed by her initiative, Eric yelled: “Cunt!” He slapped her face once again. “Did I tell you you can suck my cock?” Another slap. “Huh?”. Another slap. Isabel didn’t say anything. She just sat there on her knees, looking up at him, taking the face slaps until he switched his aim towards her breasts.

Isabel felt like she was no longer a participant, but more of a spectator. It felt like an out-of-body experience, where she watched as a tall man mercilessly hit his filthy whore, changing his increasingly powerful hand slaps to punches against the sides of her pointy breasts. It was as if all sounds were muffled for a minute or two and the punches rolled in in slow motion, until suddenly the movie stared to speed up again and the man grabbed her bruised breasts like a vice grip and pulled her up on her feet again.

“You like this huh?” Eric said, mostly as an observation. It wasn’t really a question. Regardless, Isabel nodded.

Eric eyed his new toy again from top to bottom. He wondered where Richard and Olivier found such perfect sex dolls lately. They used to have ugly hags with them for a long time. Filthy no-limits whores, for sure, but nowhere near as attractive.

It had all changed late last year, with the arrival of Lola. She was a pretty blonde, tight, slender and oozed sex out of every pore of her skin. When looking at Isabel now, Eric thought she might even be better. Gorgeous face, pretty green eyes. She was more toned for sure. He noticed Isabel’s breasts were smaller than Lola’s, but that was a plus in his opinion. So was her waist. He also was impressed by the fact that she didn’t cry as much as Lola did last time, while he certainly had the feeling he had slapped and punched Isabel harder just now. He was curious to see how far he could take this and was determined to find out how she would react to his next play.

“You think you’re a filthy whore, huh?” He slapped her breasts again and watched as she again slowly nodded her head. “We will see.”

Isabel felt wobbly on her feet, lightheaded. She felt Eric pull her forward by the leash that was still attached to her collar, slowly exiting the toilet stall and into the corridor, where the equally dim light half masked the trash around the person she had seen sitting against the wall. The sounds on the other side of the wall came back again at full volume.

“On your knees, there”, Eric commanded as he pointed to a spot on the floor that was covered with old, ripped newspapers, just about three feet away from the sitting dude. It was a spot with the least trash, as Isabel saw all kinds of stuff strewn about, from half empty glass and plastic bottles, food wrappers and cartons, filled and empty plastic bags and several cardboard boxes and supermarket shopping baskets filled with a mix of opened and unopened food items. She looked at the bearded guy sitting there, about twenty-five years old, his back against the wall, dressed in old sneakers that used to be white, stained light grey lounge pants and a matching sweatshirt with a hoodie that was pulled over his head, but his arms weren’t in the sleeves. He wasn’t dead, as Isabel had feared earlier when she got her first limited look at his passed-out body. She could now clearly see his chest moving slowly up and down with the shallow breaths he took. He was far from conscious, though, and still had a belt wrapped around his upper left arm from the moment he had injected himself with heroin earlier in the day. The last syringe he used was on the floor next to his right leg, not too far from the more than a dozen others he had used recently in the same spot, together with several lighters, spoons, tin foil and cotton balls.

When Isabel looked up from the syringes to Eric, she saw that he also had been eyeing them. His eyes went from hers back to the floor and back up to her eyes. She knew. Even before he said anything.

“Take one.”

She hesitated, but for a moment. Then, to his surprise, she reached out and picked up one of the syringes from the floor. The way she held it, betrayed her knowledge of its use. She had seen and held many syringes like it, because her grandma had used them to administer insulin for her diabetes. But those were clean, wrapped and capped. This one was very much used, uncapped and sported a orange-winged inch-long hypodermic needle at the sharp end.

Eric followed her moves with interest as Isabel sat up and straightened her torso again. She looked up at him, holding the syringe in her right hand as if she was a nurse about to do an injection.

When he had Lola here last time, she had refused to pick up a syringe. It was supposed to be more of a mind fuck than anything else and Eric had eventually picked one up himself before approaching Lola with it. She had screamed extremely loud and ran out of the little building, where Master R caught her and had to drag her back in so Eric could finish up with her. This new girl was different. It seemed like she was actually waiting for him to say a command.

“You really ARE a filthy whore, aren’t you?” he asked. Isabel just nodded. She liked being talked to like that. It turned her on tremendously and totally made her feel like her alter ego I 15. But she was a little confused as to what she was supposed to do next. Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long.

“Kiss it”, Eric said. Curious if she’d actually do that.

Isabel brought the syringe to her swollen, blood stained lips. For a split second she thought of how crazy this was, but she closed her eyes and kissed it right on the spot where the orange plastic of the needle met the metal. Then she looked up at Eric again.

“Now lick it!”

Every move seemed to be easier once she had started down this path. Isabel stuck out her tongue and let it dance a little against the syringe before looking up again, where she saw that Eric was now stroking his still rock hard cock.

“Again! You filthy little slut!”

Isabel stuck her tongue out again and licked the syringe for the second time, theatrically wrapping the tip of her tongue around it, while her free hand quickly found its way up her torso and started tweaking her left nipple.

Eric noticed it immediately and stopped stroking. He yelled out: “Stop!”. Isabel froze, her tongue still wrapped around the syringe. She looked straight at him.

“Cunt!” he yelled and took a step towards her. “Was this allowed? By me?” He would have grabbed her by her neck again, but didn’t want to risk getting accidentally stabbed with the needle.

She cast her eyes down and shook her head. “No, master”, she said clearly. “I am sorry, master. I thought that is what you wanted next.”

“You thought that is what I wanted next?” he repeated after her.

“But...” Isabel replied, but she was cut off.

“But, but, but what? Cunt! What did you think I wanted next? You masturbating in front of me?”

“I, I thought you wanted me to push the needle in next,” she stammered.

Eric was silent for a second. He couldn’t believe this blonde slut. Did he hear it right? Did she really just say she was about to shove a junkie’s used syringe needle into her own nipple? Last time he scared the other blonde shitless with just the suggestion of bringing the syringe close to her and this one was actually planning to do WHAT?

“Show me then”, he scoffed, still unable to believe what was happening. He had fucked some kinky sluts, but this one was about to take the cake. “Show me what kind of fucking freaky slut you really are.”

Isabel looked up at him again, surprised at his sudden change in tone and the overt encouragement to prove her worth. She would show him who I 15 was. She continued licking the syringe that was still in front of her mouth, but bent down and forward to pick up a second one from the floor before looking up at him again and keeping intense eye contact. She felt damn powerful in this moment and was determined to make him see it.

Eric started stroking his cock again. Could this depraved green-eyed nymph in front of him actually be as insane as the girls in his fantasies that he had imagined ever since he started abusing Richard and Olivier’s prostitutes in these run-down and drug-infested park accommodations?

Isabel placed the two syringes horizontally from left to right between her lips and bit down on them, holding them in place with her teeth before reaching down to the floor again to pick up two others. The tension rose and everything around her faded into the background again.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Isabel brought her hands up to her chest, where she placed the syringes, with their needles pointed up, right under her areolas. She looked Eric straight in his eyes and then slowly closed her eyes and threw her head back as she bit down on the syringes between her teeth, moved her hands up and pushed the needles of the syringes in her hands into her breasts.

She grunted lightly as the sharp metal slid into her flesh behind her nipple and pushed her tits up until the orange caps rested against her skin.

Eric masturbated frantically while he watched the little self-torture show in front of him. Oh, he was going to fuck her so good now. He was going to cum so hard in her filthy little pain whore ass.

But Isabel wasn’t done yet. She was going to show him good what she was about. With two syringes still between her teeth and the two others dangling from their needles in her pointy tits, she carefully bent forward again to retrieve another set.

With the same slow and deliberate movements, she pushed her chest up and forward and placed the third and fourth needle against her areolas from the sides. Then she slowly pushed them in, sliding the orange caps against her skin while letting out a soft moan.

To top her little show off, she took the two syringes from her mouth and teased Eric a little by aligning them in different ways around her breasts before finally placing them straight up against the tip of her swollen nipples and pushing them in from the front until the fifth and sixth orange caps also rested against her skin. Then she grabbed the leash that was connected to her collar and held it up with an outstretched arm towards Eric.

“Salope! You fucking filthy slut!” was the only thing he was able to produce as he slowly kept stroking his hard cock in front of her.

Eric grabbed the leash from Isabel’s hand and yanked her back to the toilet stall again. She dropped to her hands and knees and tried to keep up with Eric’s pace while the syringes dangled under her chest.

As soon as they were in front of the dirty toilet again, Eric wrapped the leash three times around Isabel’s neck and forced her head down in the bowl, grabbing her hair with one hand and pushing her down, while keeping tension on the leash to cut off her air.

Isabel’s face hit the dirty water and then the stained porcelain of the bowl. Her nose had just about stopped bleeding, but the impact started the blood flow up again.

“Clean this toilet while I fuck you!” Eric commanded Isabel. “Lick!”

Isabel had never felt more used than she did in that moment and she had never felt more aroused. She was completely and utterly I 15 again, a piece of meat to be enjoyed by a deserving sadist. She tasted the sandy, dank rim of the toilet and the ridges and bumps of god knows what kind of stains on it. Her tongue swirled around as if she truly meant to clean something up, but that would hardly be possible.

“Drink till it’s empty,” Eric instructed her. He kept her head pushed down into the shallow water with one hand while he spread her knees with his other. She was small enough for him to could easily pick her up and manipulate her, but he didn’t need to force anything. This slut was willing and cooperative. Isabel coughed and slurped and didn’t even know how much she moaned while she performed her cleaning duties. He forced a couple of his fingers up her cunt and found her to be dripping wet. This girl was truly something else.

After a few moments of enjoying his free hand all over the lower parts of her slender body, Isabel’s slurping and coughing stopped and was replaced by a labored panting. Eric pulled her up by her hair, only to find that she had actually almost emptied the toilet bowl of the filthy water that used to be in it.  

“Let me see how you lick the bowl!” he commanded.

Isabel attacked the stained porcelain of the toilet with her tongue again. She was all-in now, holding nothing back anymore. Her taste buds were numb, she figured she could not get any more nauseous than she already was, so she put on an entertaining show for Eric, who enjoyed every moment of it. This was well worth the 250 Euros he paid for Isabel and he was looking forward to next time. But while the prospect of having this depraved little slut all to himself again in the future was very exciting, he was not done with her yet today.

He reached down next to the filthy toilet bowl that Isabel was licking and pulled up a toilet brush that looked like it had been through the apocalypse. Its bristles had most likely at one point in time, long ago, been white. But it looked like they were several shades of beige running up to dark brown depending on the amount of filth that was caught in between the plastic hairs.

He pulled Isabel up by her hair and pushed her down on her ass next to the toilet bowl. He dangled the filthy toilet brush in front of her face with one hand while he held a firm grip on her hair with the other.

“Open your mouth”, he commanded as he pulled her head back.

Isabel looked at him with a glassy look in her eyes and opened her mouth like a zombie.

“Wider!”

As he yelled at her and she complied to the best of her ability, Eric aligned the head of the toilet brush with Isabel’s mouth and rammed it down as deep as he could, hitting the back of her throat with it and grating her gums and tongue on the way in with the sturdy bristles.

He didn’t stop there, but started pulling it back out and then pushing it back in as if he was cleaning the inside of a pipe with a brush on a stick. Isabel coughed and wheezed, but was unable to escape the tight hold he had on her head. The syringes embedded in her tits flailed around, but didn’t come loose.

“Ugh, there is no point. Your mouth is just too filthy to be used again,” he complained.

He pulled Isabel’s hair to get her down on her knees again and shoved her head back in the empty toilet bowl. Instead of holding it down with his hand, like he did before, he now stepped his boot on top of her head and held her face pressed down as deep as he could.

Then he pulled the chain connected to the toilet’s water tank and flushed the bowl with Isabel’s head in it. About a gallon of dirty water flushed through the bowl and Isabel tried to close her eyes and hold her breath. When the flow stopped again, she found her mouth and nose still submerged in the newly filled filthy bowl. She tried to lift her head up, but there was no point. Eric’s boot held her firmly pressed down.

“Drink”, he simply commanded, but that was easier said than done, especially in this position. Isabel coughed and snorted up water and started to choke, so Eric pulled her head up, but kept her on her hands and knees with her face down in the toilet bowl, where she tried to catch her breath while he dragged the toilet brush over her back from her shoulders to her ass crack.

A moment later she felt the sturdy bristles grate against her pussy as Eric started rubbing the head of the brush forcefully against her labia. It didn’t take long for him to part them and let the brush slide against the dripping wet opening of her cunt, before he twisted, turned and pushed it at the right angles to slowly make it disappear inside her.

Isabel felt exactly what he was doing. The slow gyrating fucking motion worked remarkably well and she grunted as she felt the burning pain travel up her cunt.

When most of the brush had disappeared into Isabel and Eric was satisfied with the view of just the handle sticking out between her pussy lips, he let go of the invader and turned his attention back to Isabel’s head in the bowl.

Again he flushed the toilet, but this time he humped his semi-erect cock against her ass crack. It didn’t take long for him to get hard again with his cock between her ass cheeks and his massive balls dragging over the handle of the toilet brush.

Soon after, he rammed his pierced cock deep into Isabel’s ass and started fucking her violently while he repeatedly flushed the toilet. He alternated between pushing her head down and letting her cough with her head slightly above water.

The syringes in Isabel’s tits flew back and forth from his thrusts, but again none of them came loose. Eric fucked her like this for the better part of two to three minutes before he came explosively and shot his cum deep inside her colon.

He thought this skinny new slut would have some pretty big shoes to fill if she wanted to come close to how Lola had previously entertained him in much the same way the last time he was here, but his orgasm in the end was proof that Izzy had blown his mind to new heights.

When he was done and pulled out of Isabel’s ass, he also removed the toilet brush with a swift pull, which evoked a high pitched shriek from her. Then he threw the brush on the dirty floor of the stall.

His cock went soft quickly and before he let her turn around or get up, he stood over her, one of his legs on either side of her, trapping her shoulders between them, and started pissing over her head which was still in the toilet bowl.

Isabel smelled the rich, pungent aroma of his piss as it formed a cloud around her head. With her hair drenched in his stench of beer and sulfur, she slowly lifted her face out of the toilet bowl when he had stepped away. She felt utterly abused and degraded and ached all over her body, but somehow, some way, she felt accomplished and bad-ass. She slicked her hair back and realized she would never find her hair scrunchy back in the mess of this place. Then she looked down at her tits where all six syringes were still embedded in her itchy nipples.

“Do you have a phone on you?” she asked suddenly, much to Eric’s surprise, who was hoping to shoo her out of the small building as quickly as possible.

“Huh, why?” Eric wondered.

“Take a photo of me,” she replied.

Eric looked puzzled. There was a strict no photo/no video policy in this arrangement he had with Richard and Olivier. He though this little slut knew, but he had no clue she wasn’t even warned beforehand that she would be pimped out. The arrangement was that he could do whatever he wanted with their girls in the time he paid for, but no photos or videos.

“It’s not allowed. If they find out.”

“Please,” Isabel begged. She looked at him with a sad look in her big green eyes. “I won’t ever tell. I just want you to e-mail it to me.”

Eric looked lost for a second.

“I’ll do anything,” Isabel said, before she even realized what consequences that might have.

“Why? What do you mean?”

“I,” she started stammering in her best English, “I want a photo so I can have a memory of what we did today.”

She didn’t tell him that she loved masturbating to her own media and her filthy little mind was already envisioning maybe even recording a video of something similar in the future. Instead, she just wanted to see if he really couldn’t be persuaded and said, with her eyes down like a shy little girl: “If you could take a photo and email it to me, maybe we can keep in touch and do something like this again where we can put up cameras to film it.”

Eric was puzzled. He had used about half a dozen of Richard and Olivier’s sluts so far and very few of them even had the courage to look at him or to say something to him after he was done with them. Now here was a surprising little inexperienced nymph who wanted more? It was intriguing, to say the least. He eyed her again from top to bottom and realized that the prospect of having his hands on her again sometime without the restrictions of the current arrangement, was not such a bad one. But was it worth the risk?

Isabel saw his hesitation and added another “Please?!”, while putting her most innocent look on her face.

Eric’s curiosity won. “Um, er, I have no phone here,” he stammered. “But you know what?” he continued, “eh, just, eh, just slowly say your e-mail address out loud and, and, eh, I’ll remember it.”

Isabel frowned. This was weird, but okay. “How will you take the photo?” she wanted to know.

“Don’t worry about that,” he said cryptically.

Isabel was puzzled by this strange behavior. Either he had something to take a picture with or he didn’t and if that was the case, why would she give her email address?

“Come on, just say it. We have to go back.”

Fine, Isabel thought. “My email is iesisnat7 at gmail”, she said out loud. “All together, in a row I, E, S, I, S, N, A, T, seven at gmail.com.” She looked up at Eric, who seemed satisfied. 

When she moved her hand towards her chest in an apparent attempt to start removing the syringes, or so Eric at least thought, he stopped her.

“Leave them in,” he said. “I want the others to see what you did for me.”

When they came outside again, a whole spectacle was going on next to the overturned trash bin. Hugo and the other guy had already returned from their adventures and judging by Hugo’s face, Eric’s friend had a similar taste of throat jobs, but then with guys instead of girls. It was apparent that Hugo also had suffered at least a bleeding nose from whatever happened on the other side of that wall.

As soon as Isabel and Eric emerged, all eyes were on them, despite the extremely depraved activity that had been unfolding outside. Isabel was a mess, covered in piss, blood, vomit and dirt, with dirty, wet hair and six syringes sticking out of her tits, while Eric had zipped up again, straightened his clothes and looked like nothing had happened.

“You were right,” Eric complimented Master O in French when he passed by. “What a super filthy bitch. I think she actually enjoyed it. Look at her tits! She did that all herself with used syringes from inside!”

Master O tended quickly to Isabel, because he saw the state she was in. To his surprise she walked up with a smile on her face as soon as she saw him.

“Let’s take those out,” he said, and carefully reached forward with his hand to start removing the syringes one by one from his protégé’s areolas and nipples.

When Master O pulled the needles out, it stung a little. Isabel closed her eyes when he slowly retracted the ones that were embedded straight into her nipples, but she didn’t make a sound.

Olivier carefully collected the syringes one by one in a small cardboard box and when he stepped away to dispose of them, Isabel got her first good look at what had been happening outside while she was inside with Eric.

Down on her elbows and knees with her ass up and her head down was Lola. What was happening to her took Isabel’s breath away for a second.

After Hugo and Isabel had been taken inside by Eric and his friend, Lola had masturbated for Master R with some other objects from the trash, while Master O had walked the dogs that were left behind.

When Master R was satisfied with her performance, he had her stand up and made her bend forward over the trash bin’s frame, with her legs slightly spread apart, so he could whip her back and ass with the leash that had been on her collar.

Some time passed and Hugo and Eric’s friend came back out after dark grey clouds had packed above the park and a slow drizzle of rain fell down. Master R had made Lola turn around, stretched backwards over the trash bin frame, so he could continue the lashing on Lola’s chest and abdomen when Master O returned with the dogs and handed their leashes to Eric’s friend.

Even though Lola was more experienced with filthy sex than pain play, she took the beating from her master like a pro. The guys watched as Master R performed an increasingly vicious, targeted attack on Lola’s skin, with which he hoped to prove that his little blonde slut was not only the filthiest of all slaves here, she was also the biggest pain toy.

Lola did scream out when the leather strap impacted her skin, but she didn’t try to put on a show. Most of the strokes she took with a grunt or a deep inhalation of air. The dogs reacted noticeably with unease to the situation, but they remained relatively calm.

“See what she can take,” he had said a couple of times before Master O gave any comments, apprehensive to start any kind of competition. Eric’s friend handed the leash of the brown Malinois to Hugo, but held on to the black Beauceron himself, before he unsuccessfully offered Master O a cigarette again and lit one himself.

“I don’t even have her restrained”, Master R continued, mostly talking to himself. Hugo had taken a seat on the ground with the Malinois sitting next to him, and wanted to rest for a bit. Master O did enjoy the view of Lola’s beautiful body contorting against the trash bin frame while the leash smacked into her skin. And Eric’s friend checked his watch multiple times and turned his head towards the little building where Eric had disappeared with Isabel.

“Alors, Richard,” he addressed Master R after a few minutes. “we should let him loose now, or else there won’t be enough time.”

Master R stopped whipping Lola to also look at his watch. Then he turned his head to first look over at the building and then at the guy with the cigarette. He nodded quickly and turned back to Lola and walked up to her.

Lola was proud of herself and she felt great when Master R tucked her long blonde hair behind her ears and complimented her on her performance before connecting the leash to the collar around her neck again.

But that feeling of confidence had faded quickly in the moments after. When the leash was back on the collar, Master R had pulled her roughly down to the floor and commanded her to go back on her elbows and knees like she had before when Hugo had fucked her ass.

Everything happened very quickly for her after that. While Master R dropped his leash and stepped away from Lola, Eric’s friend walked up to her, leading the massive black Beauceron.

Lola did not even need to wait until she felt the dog’s wet nose against her crotch, to figure out what was going to happen next. In an instant the images from a few months ago shot through her mind. It had been her at that time who was fucked violently by Eric inside the little building, with her head inside that filthy toilet. She imagined Isabel was going through the same thing now, while she herself was about to go through the same thing Master O’s former slave girl Ingrid had to endure last time. She had the mental pictures of Ingrid vividly in her mind and remembered how lucky she had felt back then that it was the ugly woman instead of her.

And then when the dog started licking her cunt, her heart dropped, because it all became very real. Lola felt like crying, but tried to be strong, because she remembered what Master R had told her over and over today on the way here: “Be the filthiest slut of them all”.

By the time Isabel laid eyes on Lola again for the first time after emerging from the little building with Eric, the massive black Beauceron, easily over 100 pounds, was hanging over her back, his front paws moving along the sides of her ribcage as he humped frenetically against her cunt.

A shiver went down Isabel’s spine, the same way it had done with Lola earlier when the large dog, reminiscent of a mix between a German shepherd and a Rottweiler, mounted her and started fucking with its knotted penis.

The dog didn’t make a lot of noise, he seemed to be leisurely enjoying his time fucking one of his many bitches, panting just a little bit with his long tongue hanging out of his mouth and drooling on Lola’s back.

“Are you enjoying that, Rocco?” Eric asked out loud in French, adding: “better than the last bitch, huh?” He laughed when the dog seemed to pause for a moment to listen to his owner, but he quickly continued humping.

Eric’s friend, who Isabel now realized was named Marc, controlled the other brown dog, which had a keen interest to check out what his big friend was enjoying.

Lola had trouble holding back her tears and because she was unsuccessful with it, she tried to keep her head down with her long blonde hair obscuring her face and teary, reddened eyes. “Be  the filthiest slut of them all” echoed through her mind.

It was tough, but the goal was to keep up appearances and make Master R proud. She loved taking cock up her holes, but when she felt Rocco’s penis engorge inside of her, she almost retched. Still, she managed to obscure her disgust.

Master R could not be more proud. Finally! How many get-togethers had there been in the recent past when Master Olivier had all the bragging rights, because his filthy, ugly hags were picked for the most degrading tasks? Not today, no! Lola was HIS champion right now, and he couldn’t resist the temptation of making his satisfaction known when it appeared that Rocco was almost done with Lola.

“Oh see what my filthy little Lola does?” he almost cooed, adding: “My little dog whore. She’s today’s filthiest for sure!”

This irked Master O, who was just about to hand Isabel her winter jacket that she had worn when they arrived at the park. But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he, like everyone else just watched as Rocco fucked Lola. For a moment, it was easy to imagine Isabel in her place. The blondes looked so similar in so many ways. Master O held on to the jacket a little longer.

It was a strange sight in the park. Five dressed men and a naked, collared girl on a leash standing in the drizzling rain, watching another collared and naked girl get fucked by a massive black dog.

When Rocco finished, he didn’t immediately pull out. That took him a minute or two, during which Lola trembled like a leaf and tried to hide her extreme discomfort. Master R beamed with joy and pride. He would certainly make it known how proud he was.

He waited until Rocco had retreated and then walked up to check in on Lola, who hadn’t moved an inch nor made any sound. The dog went a few feet away, laid down and started licking his crotch, probably very satisfied with the bitch his master had provided to him today.

“Filthy little Lola,” Master R said. “the filthiest of today for sure.”

Master O now had enough. He could let one time slide, but this was getting annoying.

“The day is not done yet, Richard,” he replied while holding Isabel’s winter jacket out towards her, adding: “let’s go home, we have some more time to play.”

“Oh really?” Master R said in English, with an annoying tone.

Master O didn’t reply back.

“So,” Master R continued, “what are you talking about then?” He waited a moment, but when no response came, he looked at Isabel, who already had one arm in her jacket and then he said: “Is your little thing gonna come in and eat the filthy dog spunk out of this bitch or something?”

Dead silence for a few seconds.

“Ignore him,” Master O whispered to Isabel, but she had already slipped her arm out of the jacket again.

“Sure,” Isabel said out loud.

Master O closed his eyes. Master R started laughing.

But when Isabel added action to her words by dropping her jacket to the ground and stepping forward to where Lola still was on her knees with her head down, the atmosphere changed a little. Anyone who knew Master R well enough, could hear his laughter lose a bit of confidence and gain some nervousness.

Isabel was serious. She was determined to make Master O proud. After all the filthy things she had licked, sucked and swallowed today what difference would this make? “Be the filthiest slut of them all” also rang in her head, as Master O had repeatedly requested it of her during preparations. And if he had second thoughts now, he should know that Isabel was not a girl to back down from a challenge.

It was when Isabel was on her back on the ground between Lola’s legs that she realized how much her new friend trembled. She reached up Lola’s chest with her hands and rubbed the girl’s breasts simultaneously while her mouth found its way to her cunt, right above her head.

Isabel licked and sucked, taking Lola’s labia between her lips and pulling them down, sucking them clean. There was hardly any response from Lola, not even when Isabel buried her nose in her pubes and started eating cunt like her life depended on it.

It tasted salty and bitter. A pungent flavor that was both alien and rancid, but Isabel fought through her instincts to walk away from this dare. She tried to make Lola sit up, on top of her face, but Lola had no intention of showing her reddened, crying face to anyone at that moment. It resulted in an awkward dance between the two girls, with Isabel sucking fluids out of Lola’s pussy until it ended when she eventually sat up, drooled everything dramatically out of her mouth onto her chest, wiped it up with her hands again and sucked her fingers clean before swallowing everything.

While Master R stepped in to take care of Lola, Master O did the same with Isabel. A few minutes later, Hugo sat in the back of Master O’s car, Lola to his right, silent, still holding back her tears and thinking about what she just endured; Isabel on his left side, also quiet, but mostly because no one else said anything.

When they got back to Master O’s house a few minutes later, Master R and his two slaves proceeded down to the play room immediately, while Master O kept Isabel in his living room a few moments longer.

“I don’t think he expected you to do that – hell, even I didn’t. That was pretty crazy. But don’t let him get into your head,” he said, “he likes playing mind games and doesn’t care how you will feel tomorrow.”

Isabel nodded. “Probably sore,” she muttered.

“Eric did some nasty shit to you, didn’t he?” Master O wondered.

Isabel nodded again.

“Yeah I know, he usually gets pretty rough and likes his girls dirty”,

“He made me lick the filthy toilet in there even after I pushed those needles into my tits and then he fucked my cunt with a toilet brush and my ass the hardest it’s ever been fucked I think, while he held my face down in the bowl and kept flushing the toilet.”

Master O listened, but didn’t say anything back.

“But you know what?” Isabel asked.

It took a while before Master O responded, but after he eyed the skinny blonde in front of him from head to toe again, he produced a “Hmm?”

“I fucking loved every second of it!”