Isabel III - triple.trouble

Saturday, February 25, 2023. 3:57 pm.

Not too long after the group had returned to Master O’s house, they had all made their way back to the play room one by one, with Hugo being the first to take his place on the stained sheet from earlier this afternoon. With little over an hour to go before both Lola and Isabel had to start their return trips home, it was time to wrap up quickly before everyone would receive their stint of antibiotics from Master R before taking a shower and saying goodbye.

Lola was the first to join Hugo in the play room. She seemed to have shaken most of her discomfort, but her reddened eyes revealed how much she had cried. She wasn’t trying to hide them anymore and walked around with a determined ‘fuck it-attitude’, as if she had come to terms with how she had just been pimped out by her master, who arrived just a minute after her.

When Master O and Isabel also returned, the two masters went off to the side for a moment to talk in private. Isabel joined Hugo and Lola on the dirty play sheet. She couldn’t hear what the masters were talking about, and even if the volume had been enough for her to overhear, she would not have understood anything of it, since they spoke French. Nevertheless, she tried her best to eavesdrop.

She was startled when she suddenly felt a hand on her arm. It gave her a feeling of being caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to do. It was Lola, who quickly scooted over to sit next to Isabel.

“You did very well for your first Park,” the blonde with the reddened eyes whispered. “I don’t like how they always make this stuff into a competition”, she added while her eyes turned towards the spot where Master R and Master O were talking. “This stuff can be really tough sometimes and I never had anyone who told me it’s OK to cry sometimes, but it really is. Believe me.”

Isabel looked at Lola and realized the girl was genuinely trying to make a connection here. She remembered how Lola had been trembling like a leaf in the park and it only dawned on her now how hard it had must have been for the blonde to remain on her knees and let Rocco mount her.

“You did great too, that must have been very tough,” Isabel complimented Lola, who forced a smile and seemed to get ready to say something else, but she was cut off by Master R.

After their brief exchange of words away from everyone else, the two old buddies returned to the middle of the play room. The tension between them appeared to be gone, but Isabel wasn’t 100% sure. Master R continued the proceedings.

“We’ll do two more,” he announced. “Lola, it’s your turn to pick someone.”

“Ummm, Master R,” Lola addressed her master after a short hesitation. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare” he replied decisively. This was not the time for talk anymore.

Lola’s mind had been racing to think up a fitting end to this depraved play party and several things came to mind. She juggled the ideas in her head and decided to pick an extreme mind and body fuck that had ignited her passion for these parties several months ago when her master had performed this with another girl and Stephane, an older, middle aged slave in his stable. Just the thought of twisting it a little and doing it with Hugo and Isabel had improved her mood and being picked now to make it actually happen made her extremely excited and horny.

The skinny blonde got up, walked up to her master and started whispering in his ear while everyone else watched. Master R nodded a few times.

“Now ask me again, out loud”, he said.

Lola looked over at Master O before turning her gaze over at Isabel and then Hugo.

“Draw some blood from her nipples and inject it into his balls,” she repeated her dare, out loud, without blinking.

“Is this going where I think it’s going?” Master R asked.

Lola chuckled slightly. “That depends on if you dare me to do it when you’re done,” she laughed.

Master R grinned. He knew exactly what Lola had in mind and he thought it would be a great ending to Isabel’s initiation into their little club of depravity. A little baptism of sorts, he thought to himself. If she’d choose to come back again another time after this, there was no predicting where the five of them would take things next.

“Okay,” he said. “Lola, get me the supplies.” Looking at Isabel, he added: “You, come here.”

Lola fetched the supplies for her master and returned with a pair of latex gloves, two 3cc syringes and a small surgical scalpel.

Isabel obeyed Master R’s command and got up and walked over to him. She was a little nervous about what was to happen next.

“Up with your small tits,” he said to her. “so I can start making a cut.”

Isabel felt the adrenaline coarse through her body even more than at any other point this afternoon when Master R put on his gloves and took the surgical scalpel in his hands. She straightened her torso, stretched, and pushed her pointy tits forward and up. Just the thought of feeling Master R’s strong hands and the prospect of the sharp blade pushed her into the right mindset immediately.

Lola managed the syringes by taking their plungers out of the barrels.

“Try and stand still after I cut, so Lola can collect the blood in the syringes,” Master R instructed Isabel right before he was about to start.

Master R’s grip was tight again. Maybe even tighter than at the start of this afternoon, when he had first inspected her body. Isabel bit her lip when she felt the sharp pain of the scalpel slicing into her right nipple. It felt more like a paper cut than anything else and when the cut was done, the stinging sensation remained.

Master R created a vertical cut that ran about a centimeter and a half in length from her areola under her nipple up to the center of the nipple, opening up the skin a few millimeters so that the wound wasn’t too deep, but a quite steady stream of blood started running out, rolling down Isabel’s breast and onto her rib cage.

Lola pressed the barrel of her first syringe against the soft flesh of the underside of Isabel’s right breast and watched closely as the stream of blood started filling the cylinder. Master R slowly massaged the top of Isabel’s right breast, which stimulated the blood flow from her fresh wound. After the first syringe was filled up, the second one quickly followed and within an minute and half the job was done.

“Here,” Master R said to Isabel as he handed her a gauze. “Just squeeze gently from left to right to stem the bleeding. Keep some pressure on it and it will probably stop bleeding in a few minutes.”

Isabel looked down at her chest and torso while she did what Master R had told her to do. Her torso looked like a mess. Just under her breast, where Lola had collected her blood into the syringes, red smudges covered her rib cage. Two streams of blood had run further down, one stopping just shy of her belly button and one running down her side all the way to her upper thigh. If she didn’t know the blood had come from the small cut she saw Master R make, she’d be worried that she was seriously injured.

While Isabel found a place to sit down and tend to her cut, Master R and Lola were busy with the next step of their plan.

Hugo, who had been watching and stroking off the whole time, didn’t know exactly what he was in for. He had not been present at the party that Lola had seen this at.

Master R made him go on his hands and knees, facing away from his master, before Master R wrapped one of his hands tightly around Hugo’s scrotum and pushed his balls all the way down while pulling them away from Hugo’s body. He used the fingers of his other hand to feel around and determine how Hugo’s testicles were oriented in his scrotum, trying to find the lowest point, the tail end of his epididymes on both sides.

Master R knew exactly what he was doing. He had performed this injection about half a dozen times before and he knew from experience that the results were more often miss than hit, but if things worked right, this would be a mind-fucking perverse visual spectacle for everyone involved.

Hugo felt a sharp pain as the first needle penetrated his scrotum. He felt the tip slide through several layers of tissue while the pain radiated to the base of his cock and into his left leg. He let out a scream, followed by a few grunts and a long, low moan when Master R decided he had pushed the needle deep enough and slowly started emptying the syringe into Hugo’s testicle.

This procedure took some time. Master R made sure he injected Isabel’s blood slowly into Hugo, inflating his left testicle first, then his right. The girls and Master O watched closely. This was body fluid play at a whole new level. When the master was done, Hugo’s balls were visibly enlarged and his whole scrotum appeared swollen.

Lola crawled over to where Hugo was and wrapped the fingers of one hand around his rock hard cock while the other carefully reached for his swollen balls and touched them.

“Did I perform your dare to your satisfaction?” Master R asked with a smile.

Lola didn’t answer, instead she admired the work her master just did.

When he realized that the girl was not going to answer his question, Master R rephrased his question to a statement.

“Since I have seemingly performed your dare to your satisfaction, it is now my turn to continue the game.”

Lola looked up. She was hoping her Master understood the full extent of what she had in mind when she had asked him his dare. She didn’t have to wait long.

“Lola,” Master R continued, “I pick you. Truth or dare?”

Her face lit up. “Dare”, she answered quickly with a smile on her face. Master R smiled back at her.

“I dare you to”, he started, while looking at Lola and Hugo, “I dare you to make him cum now, and...”, he paused for a few seconds and turned his face towards Isabel before he continued, “... and inject the stuff back into her, and...” he paused again and turned his head back towards Lola, “...and yourself.”

Isabel couldn’t believe her ears, but neither could Lola. Was this Master R making sure that Master O couldn’t claim that his little Izzy was the filthiest slut today? Master O looked puzzled as well. Even though he had seen plenty of stuff over the decades, he had never participated in or witnessed this kind of thing.

“I... um, I,” Lola stammered. Her smile had made way for a neutral, almost curious face. “I could just inject all of it into me.”

Master R shook his head. “Into the both of you. You decide where.”

Lola shrugged and a smile returned to her face. “We’ll all be on a stint of doxy anyway,” she quipped casually, as if a treatment with antibiotics provided a blank check during playtime.

Master O kept looking at his friend and for a moment it seemed like the two men waited for the other to say something. But neither of them spoke. Then Master R slightly nodded his head to give Lola the go-ahead to start her dare.

The blonde didn’t need any encouragement. She helped Hugo straighten his body up, so he was on his knees in front of him. It gave her perfect access to his cock. Lola commanded Isabel to come over as well and she instructed her to lick Hugo’s balls while she herself wrapped one hand around Hugo’s shaft, while her mouth sucked up his glans.

Lola kept her lips tightly closed behind his cock head, while her tongue worked overtime on his glans and her hand stroked his hardening cock. Isabel, for her part, lapped her tongue over Hugo’s swollen balls. She also used one of her hands to stroke the guy’s ass and she slowly moved her fingers towards his asshole and started rubbing his sphincter.

It didn’t take the two had-working blondes long to get Hugo rock hard. They both seemed to enjoy playing with the fit guy and lapped, sucked and rubbed him enthusiastically. It was another story altogether, though, to make him cum, as both of them already knew. When it became apparent to Lola, who knew Hugo a little longer than today, that he was actively trying to hold back his orgasm, she stopped her tongue massage for a moment. While she kept stroking his shaft, she turned to Master R, who had joined Master O at a great vantage point of the action, and asked him to help her out.

“Can I please have the syringe and can you tell him to cum, when I’m ready?” Lola asked her master, who was already prepared for this question. He walked up to the threesome and handed Lola a new syringe, which was slightly larger than the previous ones and had a detachable small funnel at the end of its barrel.

“Here,” Lola instructed Isabel, “Suck the underside of his glans where it meets his shaft, suck it hard, and stroke it with your hands. Keep it in the same place and don’t stop until I tell you to.”

Isabel did as she was asked. She pulled two fingers out of Hugo’s ass and scooted a little up after Lola had made space by moving a little to the side. Then she sucked the underside of Hugo’s cock between her lips and started massaging his shaft with her lips and mouth while she sucked as much as she could and stroked him off with her hands.

Meanwhile, Lola had aligned the funneled barrel of the new syringe against the opening of Hugo’s urethra and pressed it against his throbbing glans. She double checked if she held everything correctly, before looking up at Master R with a begging expression on her face.

She didn’t have to say anything. Master R immediately instructed Hugo to cum and with a few painful grunts, the guy shot his load up into the syringe.

Lola watched closely as Hugo’s ejaculate filled the barrel of the syringe. A pink-ish to light red mixture of Hugo’s cum and Isabel’s blood flew out of Hugo’s cock head in three bigger bursts and a series of small ones after that.

Careful not to spill anything, Lola tried her best to keep the little funnel pressed tightly against Hugo’s glans. She did a great job and turned the barrel fully vertically to make sure that her cum harvest would not be lost. Isabel didn’t have to be told to clean Hugo up and the little slut wrapped her mouth around his glans as soon as Lola had pulled the syringe away. She was rewarded with the remaining small amount of cum mixed with her own blood as Hugo’s orgasm subsided. This tasted distinctively different than what she had sucked out of Lola’s cunt at the park.

Lola smiled from ear to ear while she held up the filled syringe. The little funnel was easily replaced by the syringe’s plunger, almost ready to use, but Master R insisted that Lola would hand him the syringe first, before anything else was done.

He told Lola to figure out how and where she was going to use the syringe on herself and Isabel, while he fiddled with the full syringe, shaking it and tapping it with his fingers.

Isabel grew a little nervous. She hadn’t given the empty syringes in the park as much thought as maybe she should have, before sticking them into her nipples, but seeing this filled one getting prepared to be used on her to actually inject something into her body, somehow felt different. “Be the filthiest” echoed through her head again, as it did with Lola, who received the syringe again from Master R.

Lola wanted Isabel on her knees, in front of her. The two skinny blondes were now facing each other, their slender torsos straightened up, just a few inches between them. It was once again apparent how similar the girls were in appearance.

“Cross your arms behind your back”, Lola said to Isabel, who took just a fraction of a second to comply. If there were awards to be given out for obedience, she would surely have won.

The position naturally pushed Isabel’s chest forward, bringing her pointy, reddened tits and swollen nipples into focus. Master O had to briefly call his old friend to attention when Lola was getting ready to inject Isabel with the thick, pink fluid. Master R had quickly tended to Hugo, ensuring the guy that his balls would like shrink back to their normal size in about three hours.

There was a slight tension in the room when Lola was ready to perform her dare. Isabel held her breath and looked down at her chest, where Lola had grabbed her left nipple between her thumb and index finger. The needle of the syringe, somewhat thicker than the ones at the park to accommodate the thicker fluid, was already very close to her skin.

Lola concentrated on the task at hand. She looked like she was about to try and thread a needle. Then the sharp pin slid into Isabel’s nipple. She gasped, then let out a soft moan, but her eyes kept following Lola’s moves. Ever so slowly, Lola pushed the needle deeper, until she had reached the desired depth. She wanted to inflate the girl’s nipple, not deposit the fluids into Isabel’s deep tissue. Isabel felt the sharp pain as the needle traveled further into her nipple. It sent a shiver down her spine and made her cunt tingle. She bit her lip and sucked it. She was getting so fucking addicted to the feeling of metal pins under her skin.

Like a seasoned pro, Lola carefully pushed down on the plunger of the syringe while she slowly retracted the needle. She had only seen this done once before and this was her first attempt at it. Out of everyone there, Lola herself was the most impressed with the job she did. She was a natural talent.

When she was done, Isabel was a little disappointed that it was over. She felt the pressure and pain in the pointy end of her left breast and, honestly, wanted more. But she had to be patient. Lola had injected just a portion of the pink fluid into Isabel’s nipple. There was more to be enjoyed.

“Now do mine,” Lola said with a smile, after she finished admiring her handiwork. She held the syringe up for Isabel to take from her.

“Um,” Isabel stammered, “I have never injected anyone before.”

While this was true, she had seen it done a million times over the years.

“Just do what I did,” Lola encouraged her. “Here,” the blonde continued, while Isabel took the syringe from her. “I’ll squeeze my tit, so you can use both hands for the syringe.”

Lola cupped her left breast from both sides, using both of her hands. She slightly squeezed her breast behind her areolas with four of her finger tips and held her nipple out for Isabel that way.

Isabel tried and copied exactly what Lola had just done. She aligned the needle with the girl’s nipple and slowly pushed it in from the tip. Lola sucked some air in through her teeth, but didn’t make much noise either.

When the needle was about half an inch inside Lola’s nipple, Isabel stopped pushing. That was about the depth Lola had started squeezing  the mixture of blood and cum out of the syringe. Her own nipple itched and Isabel was distracted for a second. What should this stuff be called? ‘Clood’? ‘Blum’?

She quickly snapped out of it, though, and looked closely at the syringe to see what Lola had done. She had injected about one sixth of the fluid into Isabel’s nipple, so Isabel tried to estimate where the plunger should go to deposit a similar amount into Lola’s nipple.

She came pretty close and finished the small job in very little time. Isabel felt kind of relieved and was also proud of herself. She was capable of far more than she knew. And what was even better: this was fun.

“Let me do your other one,” Lola read her mind and the two blondes switched roles again. Master R and Master O watched from a little distance and it was almost a wholesome moment, were it not such a depraved setting. Proud parents, grandparents rather, watching their offspring reach new goals in life.

When the two girls were done with both nipples on each other, there was still one third of the fluid left in the syringe. Everyone had expected the girls to be done at this point, but their little depraved minds had something else up their sleeves.

Master R had started to applaud, with Master O quickly following, but Lola and Isabel stuck their heads together and whispered just loud enough to understand each other.

“I have an idea,” Lola laughed excitedly.

“Me too,” Isabel quipped.

The two girls seemed to feed off of each other, almost as if they were giddy, under the influence of drugs or alcohol.

“You first!”

“No, you!”

“Okay,” Lola said, “how about this?” She looked at Isabel with a twinkle in her eyes. “I tie off my clit with a little piece of string and then you suck and chew on it ‘till it’s all swollen and then you put half of the rest of that syringe straight in there.”

Isabel nodded, then added: “That’s even better than mine. Maybe we can do a 69?”

“Yes!”

Both girls were excited to continue their depraved adventure with the syringe. With a little help from both Master O and Master R, who were delighted to see such an entrepreneurial spirit so late in the afternoon, both girls were quickly fitted with a piece of string tied tightly around their already swollen clits. Lola was on her back on the floor, legs pulled up, with Isabel on her elbows and knees above her, ready to attack each other’s cunts in a 69 position.

The string that had been tied around their clits had been deliberately kept long. The girls had at least a foot of extra string on each side, so that it could easily been grabbed and pulled for easy access.

Lola held the ends connected to Isabel’s string tightly in her hands and pulled Isabel’s clit down while her mouth reached up and her tongue started licking. Isabel did the same, but in reverse, pulling the strings on Lola’s clit sideways and up, while she buried her head in her new friend’s crotch and sucked Lola’s clit into her mouth.

The play ramped up quite quickly, with both girls feeding off of each other. Isabel was the first to use her teeth on Lola’s clit, albeit slightly accidentally and earlier than she’d planned. It didn’t matter, though, because Lola reciprocated immediately by reaching up as far as she could with her mouth and grabbing Isabel’s clit between her teeth, before letting her head fall down to the floor. It stretched Isabel’s clit down hard and when it couldn’t go any further, it ripped loose from between Lola’s teeth and snapped back up.

Isabel yelped, but immediately gnawed down on Lola’s cunt and held the girl’s flesh between her teeth, slowly increasing the pressure of her jaws.

Lola moaned. She reached up again with her face and bit once more into Isabel’s tied-off clitoris. Instead of using her front teeth, she now used her incisors and instead of letting her head fall down, she kept it stretched up and increased the pressure of her jaws as well, depending on what Isabel did.

The two of them played a painful game of call and response, that made both of them grunt and moan and sometimes yelp out in pain. From teasingly slow, but brutally forceful to playfully fast and superficial, they aggressively wore each other’s clits out for a few minutes until their cunts felt completely raw.

Lola was on the brink of orgasm when she let go of Isabel’s clit and begged her to stop what she was doing. Isabel wondered what was going on. She herself was on her way to a heavy climax as well, but she wasn’t close. She stopped tugging on Lola’s labia and gave the girl’s cunt a few playful licks.

“Stop, stop,” Lola panted from under Isabel, “I want something special.”

Isabel rolled over and landed on her back next to Lola, both girls staring at the ceiling, trying to catch their breath.

“I want to sit on Paolo,” Lola said under her breath. “With a hitachi on my cunt, against my clit.” She paused for a few seconds. “Then when I tell you to, you stick the needle in and inject me.”

“Fuck yes,” Isabel replied, “same for me, but I want Paolo in my ass again.” She could already feel the stretch of the massive dildo filling up her colon, like it had at the start of the afternoon.

“That’s what I meant too,” Lola laughed.

After another few seconds, Isabel looked to her left, Lola to her right, and when their eyes met, they knew it was time to finish their job.

The girls got up simultaneously and found their masters quite helpful with their task. Master R had already fetched the massive fiery red horse cock dildo and Master O had dug up a small wooden stool from somewhere. When he put it down next to where the blondes were standing, he immediately turned around to fetch a hitachi. There had to be a working one around somewhere.

Paolo was quickly installed on top of the little stool, its purplish pink massive balls flanking the proud, thick and long shaft. Its surface was still covered with gunk from the early afternoon, especially at the top, but the large squirting syringe was now empty. Since most of the old cum mixture had dried up over the past few hours, Master R thought it wise to squirt some new lube over the dildo’s massive head. He also figured the girls’ cunts needed to be spread open for this part, otherwise it would be quite a task to dig up their clits from their skin folds, even with the strings still tied around them. He produced two simple cunt clamps that tightly gripped the girl’s labia and could be spread apart at extreme widths. The width didn’t need to be extreme, just wide enough. It was a plus that he could tie the strings from their clits to the spreader bar, effectively stretching their swollen clits forward for easy access.

Isabel held the base of the dildo pressed tightly against the top of the stool. ‘Kiotos’ she read at the side. She wondered why everyone called it ‘Paolo’.

The plan was simple. Lola was to sit as far down on the dildo as she could while vibing her stretched clit with the hitachi and would give a signal when she was about to cum. Then Master R, waiting behind her, would try and hold her in place while Isabel pushed the needle in and injected half of the remaining fluid in the syringe.

It didn’t take Lola long to squat over the massive dildo. Her cunt and ass were both raw from her antics this weekend and she really felt like continuing her road to a massive orgasm. She reached down and rubbed the lube around the enormous head of the dildo before wrapping her hand around the shaft just under the head. She squatted a little lower and aligned the dildo with her ass.

Master R chuckled softly as he watched his little angel work. Lola looked focused, concentrated on the task at hand. It was delicious to see her so eager to try and fill her ass up with Paolo while her cunt was also stretched open. He couldn’t wait to see if the dildo would go deep enough to give her a bulge in her flat stomach.

Despite the size of ‘Paolo’, with its detailed ridged and flaring cock head, it took Lola little effort to push its tip past her sphincter. After that she let gravity do most of the work, trying to put her body weight all on top of the dildo to make it slide in further. She did have to push down and slide up, though, to really make some progress along the shaft of the dildo.

When about 15 centimeters slid in and out of her ass with ease, the point halfway between two thick ridges in the circumference of the shaft, Lola gestured for the hitachi, which Master O handed to her. And with the vibrator pressed against her pulled clit, Lola started to put more aggressive force down on the dildo in her ass.

Isabel watched as her new friend masturbated furiously in front of her. “Be ready,” Lola suddenly panted under her breath, “with the injection.”

Isabel straightened herself and concentrated. She was ready. She wasn’t sure, however, how she would administer the injection if Lola moved around so much. Master R had positioned himself behind Lola to hold her as still as possible when that moment would come, his large hands were wrapped around her slim waist. Isabel hoped he would succeed.

Lola soon hit the second ridge, the two thirds mark of Paolo’s length and this is when Master R started feeling the dildo move inside her stomach. With every push down, Lola slid the massive dildo further into her colon until she stopped moving. She was almost sitting down on the dildo’s purplish pink base when she suddenly shouted. “Fuck! Fuck! Now!” she grunted.

Isabel leaned forward with the syringe and master R steadied his grip, holding Lola’s trembling body in place on top of the stool to the best of his abilities. Isabel missed the spot where she was aiming for by just a few millimeters, but she managed to stab the syringe's needle straight into and even through Lola's tied, swollen clit.

Lola screamed out in pain and ecstasy when she felt the sharp pain of the needle that was pushed through her raw flesh. She tried to look down when Isabel pulled the syringe back, so the tip of the needle was approximately at the center of the bound and stretched nerve bundle.

The girl trembled heavily and while Isabel managed to inject quite a bit of the fluid in the barrel into Lola’s body, some of it sprayed onto it, rather than into it, because of the jagged movements. Isabel couldn’t keep the needle properly in place.

Lola crashed down hard from an amazing orgasm. She didn’t even know or care that about a quarter of the remaining contents of the syringe had been spilled. The needle had been inserted into her clit at just the right time to spike her brain chemistry into overdrive.

Master R had tried his best to keep her in place and prevented Lola from getting up. When the orgasm had subsided, Lola found herself completely impaled on Paolo, with her clamped and stretched cunt resting uncomfortably on top of the dildo’s massive purple balls and the thick rod’s full twelve inch length stuffed all the way in her ass. She had a quiet gaze in her eyes, as if she’d just ran a marathon and had collapsed at the finish line. The only sound she produced was a string of long, high moans and groans.

Then it was Isabel’s turn to ride Paolo. She had to wait a moment to switch places with Lola, while Master R helped get the massive dildo out of the exhausted girl’s ass, making her gape and fart.

When Paolo was back on the little stool, Isabel handed the syringe with the remaining blood and cum mixture to Master O, while Lola sat back down on her ass and checked out her tortured clit, freeing it from the little string and removing the clamp from her labia.

Isabel watched for a moment while Lola played with her swollen and inflated clitoris.

“Can we do it a little different for me?” she asked when she stood over Paolo, her legs spread a little, almost ready to start squatting. She playfully tugged on the string that stretched her tied down clit away from her body.

“What do you mean?” Master O wanted to know.

“Can you inject my clit before I go on the dildo?” she wanted to know, adding: “I really want to feel what it’s like with the hitachi on a pumped up clit.”

She knew it was unusual to request a modification of a dare, but since Lola had come up with the addition of Paolo already, she decided to give it a try. Master O looked back at Hugo. It was his request. Then he looked over at Lola, who still seemed to be coming down from her exploding orgasm.

Hugo shrugged and looked at Lola, who wasn’t yet fully present with her thoughts.

Master R stepped in: “Why not? I think Hugo wanted to see the girls inject each other, so as long as Lola does the syringe, I see no problem.”

Master O nodded in agreement and Hugo joined in, even though it wasn’t that important to him.

Lola pulled herself together quickly and moments later, she was ready, syringe in hand, to give Isabel what she had requested.

Isabel had checked if Paolo’s cock head was still sufficiently lubricated. Just to make sure, she had applied some more lube, rubbed it along the surface of the first half of the massive rod and then wiped her hands with a small towel before she picked up the hitachi. 

Now standing above the stool with Paolo again, Isabel was ready to receive her injection.

Lola, who was on her knees, looked up and saw the little nod Isabel gave her. She concentrated and moved the syringe with the last bit of the blood and cum mixture in front of Isabel’s stretched clit. Right as she wanted to push the needle forward, Isabel stopped her.

“Wait!” she exclaimed. “Fuck. Sorry. Wait.” Isabel had been going over something else in her head, of course, that pretty little head was always working, thinking, fantasizing.

“Can you,” she said calmly, seemingly searching for the right way to say it, “can you push the needle in from the side and inject the stuff and then when it’s in, push the needle all the way through and then take the plastic barrel off?”

Lola nodded. She understood what Isabel wanted, but Isabel added a little clarification nonetheless. “I want to feel what it’s like to buzz my clit with the needle through it.”

Master R and Master O were back on their thrones at this point and sat back and relaxed while they watched what they knew to be the final bit of play time for today.

“Ready?” Lola asked.

Isabel nodded. Her hands gripped the hitachi tightly as she held it in front of her abdomen. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and threw her head back, bracing herself for the wave of pain that surely was to come next.

She shrieked loud, followed by a curse, when the tip of the syringe’s needle slid into her clit. Lola had a steady hand, despite the lack of any experience in this field. She was a natural. The sharp pain shot through Isabel’s body, from her crotch down both legs and to her lower back. And instead of subsiding after the initial piercing, the pain swelled when Lola slowly pushed the plunger all the way down the barrel.

It was almost a miracle that the two girls pulled this task off without any support or help from anyone. Virtually all of the fluid from the syringe was deposited into Isabel’s clitoris, with considerably less spillage than before, when she had injected Lola. The tortured nub was purple, inflated to almost twice its swollen size and looked like a complete monster compared to its usual appearance.

Lola didn’t say anything nor did she look up to see the reaction of her tortured new friend, when she pushed the empty syringe further, sliding the needle completely through Isabel’s clitoris. Isabel wailed. The second part of the needle being pushed through completely and out on the other side was excruciatingly painful, but produced surprisingly little blood.

Lola removed the barrel of the syringe from the needle cap at the top and let herself fall back, sitting with her ass on her feet below her. She watched her new friend tremble and cry for a few moments while nothing else happened.

Then Isabel started the hitachi and moved her arms down, slowly bringing the head of the extreme vibrator down to her tied, stretched, inflated, pierced clit. She pushed it into her vulva right on top of her clit, where the vibrator’s head didn’t yet fully touch the piece of string that stretched her clit, or the exposed nerve tissue itself.

The mix of pain and instant pleasure was intense. It sent a shock wave through Isabel’s body and she pulled the hitachi away for a moment, before bringing it down again. Isabel was sucked into semi-consciousness and could feel only two things, lust and pain. She slowly squatted down until she felt Paolo with her thighs. She kept moving the hitachi down, slowly inching closer to directly stimulating her pierced clit, driving her arousal through the roof, while one hand let go of the vibrating wand and found its way under her ass to Paolo’s head, which she grabbed and moved a little around until it pressed against her sphincter at just the right angle. Then she pushed down hard.

The first few inches of Paolo’s head slid in with surprising ease. With every move, Isabel lifted herself an inch or so up, and pressed herself down again with force. She was steadily filling her ass with Paolo, but didn’t quickly make as much progress as Lola had down the shaft.

Lola had started playing with herself again while she watched Isabel’s slender body writhe on top of the massive horse cock dildo. Lola was rubbing her clit and fingering her soaking cunt with one hand, while her other played with her nipples, tugging, squeezing and pulling on them, switching between left and right and alternating the grip and force as desired.

Isabel still had her eyes closed, but started doing the same as Lola, almost at the same time when she was at the second ridge of Paolo’s shaft. With one hand stimulating her sore and itchy nipples and the other moving the hitachi in the most pleasurable ways, she was indeed a delight to watch as she built herself up to an exploding climax.

She started moaning, softly at first, but increasingly louder as her movements slamming her ass down on Paolo became equally more aggressive. Despite all her efforts, she was nowhere near sitting down on the stool with the complete dildo in her colon, like Lola had managed, when she started shaking heavily and stopped moving for a moment. Her breathing stopped and as a loud guttural moan formed and built up from the deepest depths of her torso, Isabel grabbed the hitachi with both hands again and slid it down directly onto her tortured clit. Whereas there had been fairly little blood up until this point, the direct impact of the hitachi on her clit and especially the needle that was embedded in it, changed that drastically. Tiny droplets of blood flew around, dotting Isabel’s skin of her thighs, abdomen and hands and covering the head of the hitachi.

While everyone thoroughly enjoyed the little show in front of them, Master O was completely mesmerized by his little Izzy. He hid his raging hard-on in his pants while he lusted over her, registering every detail of her slim, toned body, now glistening in the light because of the sweat that had formed on her skin, in the deepest recesses of his twisted mind, for repeated recollection later on.

He needed no camera to capture this, he simply etched her in his mind as she appeared in front of him: her small, pointy breasts on top of her protruding rib cage shooting back and forth as she danced on the rhythm of her oncoming orgasm. Her compact abdomen, clearly showing her muscles contracting and relaxing with every move. Her slender arms and thighs, moving in choreography with the rest of her body.

For Olivier, it was as if he was the only spectator at a private dance. The world around him had disappeared as he watched a silent movie of his blonde nymph torturing herself to an explosive orgasm.

It was only when Isabel dropped the hitachi and trembled intensely while sitting slumped on the stool with half of Paolo in, and half of him out of her ass, that sound started to come back to Master O’s experience.

Isabel herself was completely gone for a moment, having stimulated herself to the point of exhaustion when her massive orgasm hit. It froze her for a short, exquisite little time during which her whole body seemed to explode in a ridiculously strong wave of ultimate pleasure.

When the feeling started to subside, the sharp pain from her clit, that she had been using to build her lust, quickly returned to just a feeling of sharp pain, like a bucket of cold water that was dumped over her. She was almost instantly fully awake and slightly disappointed that it was over.

It was only then, at the end, when she realized that even though she rode Paolo for a bit, she still had a ways to go before she could truly ride him.

Her slight disappointment quickly made way for a smile on her face, as she realized the potential this brought for future play dates and experimentation here in Belgium, back in her home town with Master B, or, who knows, maybe somewhere else entirely.

The smile stayed on her face for the rest of the afternoon, while the play date ended, she got herself cleaned up, received her little box of antibiotics and caught her train just in time to make the trip back home.

A few moments before everyone had said their goodbyes and Master O had driven her to the train station, there had been talk of a possible next play day sometime in the upcoming May vacation. It was a very exciting prospect.