Fleur IV: Amsterdam

It was cold for the time of year when Fleur stepped outside for her second nightly assignment since she had moved in with Mistress Dominika at the Suffer Club in Berlin. She’d been nervous the first time in Berlin, because she didn’t have any clue what she was getting into and she was in a relatively unknown city. Now she was back in Amsterdam for a week. Even though the Dutch capital had become her home town over the last four years, she didn’t feel any more at ease. She had no idea where and with whom she would end up tonight.

Dressed in a long dark skin Russian sable fur coat, no-one could see the slender beauty’s skimpy outfit, except for her uncomfortably high stiletto heels and the fishnet stockings that ran up her legs. Her make-up was dark and bold, done to perfection, as always.

Even though it had rained a lot earlier in the evening when a storm passed through, the weather had calmed and the only evidence remaining was the cold wind blowing lines in the puddles of water in the streets.

While Fleur made her way on foot into the city, Mistress Dominika followed her every move by GPS and the two of them talked continuously on the phone.
Both girls were wearing earpods for the occasion so they could communicate wirelessly while Fleur was out. The setup was simple: Fleur carried a phone in her hands and another with a fully charged power bank in her Michael Kors purse. The one in her hands was turned on and connected the two girls through FaceTime and the other was for later use. The power bank was needed only in case the battery ran out on one of the phones. Its capacity was enough to fully charge both devices four times.

Fleur had no idea what turns to take or where to go. Dominika guided her by tracking the FindMyPhone on one device and talking to Fleur on the other. Tonight was the second of what was going to be many ‘assignments’ that Dominika sent Fleur on.

This is how the basics worked: every night before Fleur’s assignment, Dominika posted several nudes and performance photos of Fleur on some of the darknet forums that she frequented, with short but sweet messages like ‘Filthy young blonde humiliation whore available for one hour hard use by men tomorrow night in Amsterdam. PM what you’d like to do with her & what it’s worth to you.’

Of course she received dozens of replies, most of them inquiring if the slut would visit City X, Y and Z anytime soon, but there were always several interesting ones that were viable.

Dominika didn’t actually care about making money. As soon as she’d established contact with a genuinely interested party who’d written an intriguing proposal, she offered them a considerable discount under the condition that they stream it live through FaceTime. Depending on the proposals, she’d navigate Fleur to one or more of the men.

Dressed in nothing but high heels, ridiculously expensive skimpy lingerie and a collar and leash under her fur coat, Fleur had yet to disappoint a customer with her stunning physique and pretty face.

Her Mistress didn’t want any women working on Fleur. She used these nights not just for her own entertainment, they were primarily to let Fleur build experience with the more filthy and humiliating aspects of bdsm servitude, to balance out her formidable pain slut talents. In addition, these tasks satisfied Fleur’s self-proclaimed insatiable appetite for real cock, as Dominika’s strap-ons and dildos didn’t appear to give the horny pain slut as much enjoyment as the real thing, no matter the size or the way Dominika used them. With her Suffer Club partner Natan more out than in these days, Dominika had to get a little creative.

Dominika made it explicitly clear that Fleur would be for one time use by anyone lucky enough to receive her and that due to the nature of the arrangement, she might arrive slightly damaged. No complaints, no refunds. Take her or leave her, that was the deal.

While Fleur made her way over to her only appointment of the night, her mistress was getting ready to watch some older footage of her newest toy.
Dominika connected Fleur’s external hard drive again and was presented with Fleur’s massive collection of media that was organized in many folders with names that ranged from very descriptive to utterly vague.

Fleur seemed to have organized and named her media by activity rather than date of production, it seemed. In the folder ‘Bondage’, she found the simple ‘Good abs video 2.mp4’ was just a few spots above ‘Hard.Play-2017.05.27-CAM-Fleur.and.Elize.Tested.mkv’ and a whole bunch of files with no descriptions, but just numbers, like ‘IMG_3057.mp4’.

Dominika went back to the root directory of the drive to see what kind of other folders there were. She quickly scanned over other straightforward and expected names like ‘Anaal’, ‘Bondage,’ ‘Gangbangs’, and ‘Tepels’, a mix between familiar words and their Dutch counterparts. In between, she paused for a moment on folders with standout names like ‘Banus’, ‘Elsa’, ‘Extreme Dolls’, ‘Live Taboo Torture’, ’Marbs’, ‘Oud’ and ‘Peter’.

“Where do I go, left or right?” Fleur interrupted. Dominika looked at the GPS.

“Take a left here and then cross the bridge at the next intersection and immediately take a right. What’s ‘B-anus’?”

“B-anus?” Fleur laughed.

“Yeah, there’s a folder on your drive called ‘B-anus’ It has a ZIP file in it with a password.”

“Oh, that,” Fleur chuckled, “it’s pronounced Bah-noos”, haha, those are old vacation pictures, nothing interesting for you I think. They are from Puerto Banus in Spain where I used to go a lot as a kid.”

“I see. We’ll view those together later.”

Dominika went back to the root directory and browsed through a few folders, scanning the thumbnails that Windows Explorer showed her of the many videos and images on the drive while Fleur continued her guided tour exactly the way Dominika told her to.

“I see you also kept your photos from your modeling days,” Dominika commented when she opened a folder under ‘Oud’ that contained hundreds of professional photos of a fresh-faced Fleur parading various bikini sets and pretty risqué swimsuits. She enlarged several of them to get a better look.
“Those are old,” Fleur said. “I tried modeling when I was almost, like, 14 or 15 and quit a year or so later. They have nothing to do with the rest of the drive.”
“You were very toned already then,” Dominika observed, scrolling through several photos of Fleur in a tiny yellow bikini that was several sizes too small. “But damn, your tits almost bulged out of those small bikini tops.”

Fleur couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “Yeah, I did a lot of swimming and karate before. Funny story about those bikini’s, I had to think back about them the other day with the doctor. That’s when I tried to get that photographer to notice my body and make him a little uncomfortable. I wanted him to take shots he wasn’t allowed to shoot back then. My mom of all people even tried to get him to shoot me topless, but while he agreed that I probably looked stunning enough, those swimsuits with the front cut out and the ones showing some underboob, side boob and implieds were as far as he was willing to go. I remember he always looked away when I’d change sets of clothes. Kinda made me think he might be gay.”

“Do you see the big red roof to the left?” Dominika wanted to know.

“Yes.”

“OK. Continue this street till you get to the job agency at the intersection,” Dominika instructed again. She scrolled through some of the photos that matched the description Fleur just gave.

The mistress felt a tingle of excitement mixed with sadness jump through her spine. It seemed like Fleur had gone through similar experiences like herself. Bursting with sexual energy, but unable to act on it, that was something that had bothered her as well in the past. While these photos were stunning captures right on the border of inappropriate, Dominika could see the longing, the tension, the tragedy of the repressed sexuality in Fleur’s eyes.
The Mistress browsed through several other folders while Fleur made her way along the path she was told to follow. She feasted her eyes on the media that the shameless pain slut had collected over the years. It was a mixed bag with all kinds of photos and videos ranging from low quality garbage to very high end HD productions. And an absolute ridiculous amount of selfies.

Fleur recognized the part of town she had entered as the outskirts of the old red light district.

“I’m at the job agency,” Fleur said when she had reached that destination. “Where do I go next?”

“There’s an alley next to it on the far side. Follow it until you can make a left, then follow that small street until you get to a green door on the right side. It’s right next door to a long barb wire fence, I was told. Knock three times when you get there.”

Dominika steadily opened and closed the files she was browsing through until she saw a low res video of Fleur wearing a pink wig popped up. It stood out because it started with a closeup of her face where her nose and lip were bleeding. She coughed and gasped for air. Whoever filmed it smacked her around some more before pinning her by her throat against a brick wall with one of his hands and pushing her down on her knees. This was an awkward and violent start compared to the other videos and Dom was intrigued immediately.

“What’s this video of you being smacked around with a bleeding lip and a pink wig?” she asked Fleur as she continued watching. The camera moved back or zoomed out, showing a very skinny, younger version of Fleur trying to catch her breath while another individual appeared on screen. He grabbed her by the skin of her neck and forcefully rammed his large hard cock down her throat and held her bleeding face tightly pressed against his short pubic hair. “Hold it, mate! Let’s see how long she can take it,” the camera guy yelled and his friend gladly obliged, handling Fleur like a ragdoll.

“I don’t know,” Fleur answered her mistress’ question. “Is it a long video with a couple of older men and women? Or a series of shorter files with a couple of black guys?”

“The latter,” Dominika replied. She had skipped to the next file and watched as Fleur was on her knees between the two guys, licking the asshole and balls of the one who was filming while the other fucked her from behind while slapping her ass. Gone was the pink wig, instead Fleur’s blood-smeared face was framed by her light brown hair. “The guy who’s operating the camera calls himself ‘King Nate of Croydon’ and he’s quite proud of the ‘little white slave girl’ he’s managed to obtain.”

“Those guys were actually kinda sweet, when they weren’t totally using me,” Fleur replied while looking for the green door that she was supposed to find. “I was kind of escorting in Marbs at the time and high on drugs for most of the summer. They booked me for like two or three days in a row and bought me pizza every time. And they really knew how to fuck. This is from the last night before they flew back home. They had figured out by then that I was basically up for anything, so they decided to end their vacation with a bang.”

While Fleur spotted the green door that Dominika told her to knock three times on, the mistress had opened the last video in the series. “Damn,” she thought to herself as she watched Fleur on her knees in the middle of the frame, stroking both guys’ cocks at the same time while they stood next to her. “why in the world are some of those videos such crappy quality?” Dominika salivated as she watched how tight and toned Fleur was in this video. She was ripped out of her fantasy when Fleur knocked three times on the green door and announced to her mistress that she had arrived.

It didn’t take long before someone opened, as Fleur was right on time. In the doorway was a middle-aged man, probably in his late forties, with a small face, short hair and a moustache that was way out of fashion. He wore sneakers, blue jeans and a soccer t-shirt.

“Hi, I am Marcel, follow me,” the guy said in Dutch and led Fleur through what looked like a kitchen to a dimly lit hallway. Halfway through, he stopped and opened a door.

“You can undress here, I’ll let the guys know you are here. Anya just started warming them up. You’re right on time. I’ll be right back.”
Marcel let Fleur into the small, mostly undecorated room and closed the door behind her. She looked around while informing Dominika that they had let her in.

“Ask for Lars and give him the video phone,” the mistress said.

Fleur took a quick look around in this windowless small room. Harsh white neon glow from several tube lights lit the room. There was a wide black leather couch against the far wall, two wooden chairs, a table and an old-fashioned tube tv on a table to the side. There was a VCR on top of it. Fleur wondered if that old stuff still worked.

Before she was done looking around, Marcel came back into the room. Behind him was another man, about ten years his junior, who stepped in front once both men were in the room.

“Wow, she’s really the girl from the photos,” the second man chuckled when he ogled the stunning blonde in front of him. “We’re gonna have some fun tonight.”

The men high fived and laughed for a little bit, remarking how they couldn’t wait for the other guys to see what they scored.

“I was told to ask for Lars,” Fleur stated.

“Well, that’s me,” the younger of the two men replied. Fleur could see his hair was light, but he’d shaved it almost completely off. He had a square face with piercing blue eyes, big lips and a goatee. He wore a tight white halter top that really showed how muscular he was. His skinny jeans were held up by a studded black belt and he wore heavy army boots.

“You have a camera or something?” he asked Fleur. “I was told to film you. And why are you still wearing that coat? Come on, take it off!”

Fleur took her second phone out of her purse, unlocked it and dialed Dominika on her laptop’s FaceTime account.

When the mistress saw the second call come in, she told Fleur to disconnect the call they were on and listen to what she would discuss with Lars. Fleur then handed the second phone to Lars and took out her EarPods and placed them in their case in her purse before taking off her jacket.

Dominika and Lars greeted each other through FaceTime and got right to business. They reiterated the terms they had agreed on through the forum and like the last time, this was the point where Fleur found out what would be expected of her.

It was simple. Dominika told Lars he could do whatever he wanted with Fleur and Fleur was told to do whatever Lars told her to do for the next hour and Dominika would watch the FaceTime feed while Marcel filmed everything with the phone.

“Just to be clear, when you say ‘do whatever I want’, what do you mean exactly,” Lars wanted to know.

“Exactly that,” Dominika replied. Fleur could hear that her mistress was slightly annoyed with the question. “You can do what you wrote to me and whatever else you can think of that you can pull off in one hour.”

“Anything? No limits?”

Dominika rolled her eyes. “Isn’t that what we agreed upon? The clock is ticking. This slut is special. The rougher you are with her, the wetter she gets. Just look at what I did to her back and ask her if she liked it.”

Lars looked over at Fleur while Marcel had been staring at her for at least half a minute since the fur coat came off. She was simply stunning, wearing nothing but her heels, fishnets with open crotch and overpriced leather harness lingerie that consisted of several tight strips of leather encasing her toned torso, but didn’t actually cover anything. Fleur wore a wide leather collar around her neck with a chain leash that was about three feet long and now hung between her full breasts and down her abdomen.

Fleur tightened her long blonde hair in a high pony tail while the men checked her out from head to heels. She automatically took the ‘present’ position she had learned at Suffer Club: on her knees, fingers interlocked behind her head and tits pushed up and forward.

Of course they noticed how she had the face and body of a fitness model, but simultaneously they were shocked and intrigued by the many scabs and scars that dotted her flesh. Fleur had collected many over time from hard bdsm play, but Dominika had recently added a few noticeable ones of her own that had not yet fully healed.

Lars took a few steps around Fleur to get a good look from all sides. He noticed the long fresh scabs on the cut marks on Fleur’s back that Dominika inflicted a few weeks ago with her knife play. He didn’t ask Fleur if she liked it, instead, he continued his conversation with the girl’s mistress.

“Are..” Lars stopped his sentence after the first word. He was going to ask ‘you sure?’ when he saw the extent of more fresh marks on Fleur’s thighs and breasts, but when he saw the look in Dominika’s eyes on the screen in front of him, he skillfully rephrased his words to ‘..you ready?’

The mistress nodded and added: “Entertain me, and I might let you play with her a little more than we agreed upon. Show me what you got.”

Dominika covered her webcam and started her secret screen recording of the live stream that she now played through Apple TV on her massive flat screen TV, then she got comfortable on her bed. Sitting up against multiple pillows on her two times king size bed, she gestured three of her piglet girls to join her from across the room. The first, a very skinny blonde nymphet, took her place between the mistress’ spread legs. Dominika parted her pussy lips by spreading their thick rings wide apart, so that the girl could start dragging her tongue with long, deep strokes through her mistress’ cunt.

The second girl, a brunette with small breasts but one large and one very deformed nipple and the tiniest waist, crawled up close to Dominika and pushed her scabbed and deformed left nipple between her mistress’ teeth, where it was immediately met by grinding incisors.

Another skinny blonde came up from the other side of the bed and started licking the tip of her tongue over Dominika’s massive inflated breasts, wetting the skin all around before concentrating her massage on the mistress’ nipples.

While Dominika got comfortable in bed, she watched as Lars switched to the back camera of the phone and handed it to Marcel for the rest of the night.
Lars stepped over to Fleur and grabbed her by her chin, inspecting her face and pulling her head backwards by her hair.

“Horny pain slut, huh?” he said to Fleur right before he slapped her tits hard from the top, first her right, then her left. Then he massaged her breasts one after the other, kneading the flesh roughly between his thumb and fingers. He noticed the scabs and scars on Fleur’s breasts, but didn’t pay particular attention to them, even though most girls who came through his club weren’t marked so severely.

“Hmmph, real tits too, pretty big for your frame, nice,” he added. He withdrew his hands and squatted in front of Fleur.

“In the club here I have some friends over for some fun with you. Judging by those scars you have, I think we’ll have to amp things up quickly after introductions to really make your motor hum, but trust me, we know how to use a pain whore for our entertainment here. You will do whatever you’re told, do you understand?”

Fleur nodded.

“When I take you in, you will join another girl at the bar. Her name is Anastasia. Just look at what she’s doing and do the same. There’s no use in talking to her, unless you speak Russian. We don’t, and she doesn’t speak anything else, so we just do with her what we want without talking and we will do the same with you. Let’s go.”

Fleur got up from her kneeling position and Lars grabbed her leash and led her out of the small room through the hallway to another door that led to a dark, dimly lit club space that looked like some kind cross between a run-down 1980’s Amsterdam disco, a s&m studio and a motorcycle club house.

When they entered, Fleur could see who she assumed to be Anastasia and several men at the bar on the near left side, while others were scattered throughout the space, sitting in booths playing cards and watching tv or shooting a game of pool. Besides the bartender, who was a black-haired and leather-clad older woman, and the naked Russian girl, there were no females to be seen. Loud rock music with heavy bass sounds filled the space.

The club space could easily hold up to 400 or 500 people when filled to capacity, but several podiums and a medium sized stage were completely empty tonight. Several pieces of bdsm furniture to restrain people in various positions were available here and there, but none were in use at the moment.

“Go introduce yourself,” Lars instructed Fleur as he pointed in the direction of the bar. “I’ll come by soon.” 

Fleur slowly walked over to the bar with Marcel right next to her, filming everything for Dominika. Fleur noticed another guy right behind him with a camera of his own, filming everything as well, staying out of sight on the live stream. She wondered if Dominika knew about and agreed to that, but she kept her mouth shut.

Lars had been clear. Join the girl at the bar and do what she is doing. Fleur saw a skinny girl dressed in a white short satin nightgown on her knees behind a row of men. Six or seven guys sat in a row on bar stools, their pants slightly pulled down and their asses protruding a little behind their stools, exposing their assholes and sometimes their cocks and balls as well, if they sat back far enough. They were watching a soccer game on a tv at the bar and had been downing one beer after the other.

Anastasia was just moving on from the guy on the far right, closest to where Fleur was coming from, to the guy next to him. It was very clear what her task was. As soon as she was  on her knees behind the second guy in the row, she spread his ass cheeks wide with both her hands and started licking his asshole and jerking him off.

Fleur looked at the guy who had just become free at the start of the line. And he looked over at her. When he noticed the stunning blonde coming up to him, he almost fell from his seat in surprise. He was a tall, skinny dude in his late thirties with a shaved head and a big, pronounced nose. Fleur found his skinny arms most noticeable in his white wifebeater top. His red pants were pulled down just enough to expose his butt, his cock and balls stayed covered for now.

Anastasia buried her face deep between the ass cheeks of the guy she was rimming and made loud moaning sounds as she sloppily tongue-fucked his sphincter. Fleur didn’t have to grab the bald guy’s ass cheeks. His skinny ass was sticking so far back on his stool that his hairy anus was readily available. Coated in a layer of Anastasia’s saliva, it was waiting for Fleur to continue the rim job. The guy was sitting back in such a way that it looked like he was trying to poo, but nothing came out.

When Fleur opened her mouth and moved in to place her lips around his rough and bubbly sphincter, she noticed that his asshole looked like it had been used a lot. Her mind wandered if he was one to enjoy a man’s hard cock up there, or maybe a mistress’ strap-on. This was definitely not a virgin ass.
She smelled his sweat and body odor when her nose pressed against the hairy top of his ass, but it didn’t deter her. His sphincter had been licked extensively by Anastasia, so Fleur didn’t have the privilege of savoring the flavor of his ass until she probed her long tongue deeper inside his colon. Fleur noticed that he was experienced in receiving stuff in his ass, he relaxed his sphincter with ease for longer periods of time, allowing her to probe him deeper without much effort.

Dominika watched as her girl spent a good minute rimming the skinny bald guy before she moved on to the next guy in line. The Mistress’ skinny slave girls were hard at work making their dominatrix happy. The blondes were lapping their tongues over Dominika’s pussy and nipples while the brunette fought back tears as her mistress gnawed on her nipples. Several streams of blood ran down the girl’s small breasts and her slender abdomen while the mistress alternated her bites between left and right while always keeping an eye on the big screen.

Fleur and Anastasia serviced the men at the bar for about a minute each, before moving on. Anastasia had now come to the last guy in line, a very fit and muscular type, also with a shaved head. He was only wearing white socks and sneakers and when Anastasia approached, he turned around to have her service his rock hard cock instead of his asshole.

Fleur had already started rimming her guy and stroking his modest but slightly curved cock when she saw Anastasia switch to blowjob mode. She pulled his cock more towards her, which made the guy turn around as well to let Fleur have better access to his cock.

As soon as she could, Fleur gulped the full length of his erect dick down her throat and pushed her tongue out to start licking his hairy balls. When she glanced over to her side, she saw that Anastasia was no longer on her knees, but was standing up, bent forward, with her ass pushed up in the air and one of the guys pushing his cock inside her.

Before she could adjust her own position, Fleur was grabbed from behind and pulled to her feet by one of the men who had taken his position behind her. Surprised to find her pussy already soaking wet, he immediately pressed his cock head between her pussy lips, thrust forward, and started fucking her doggy style.

Other guys crowded around the girls, stroking themselves off or offering their hard or hardening cocks for a hand job or blow job. They rotated confidently like seasoned gangbangers, taking turns being sucked off, jerked off or fucking the girl they picked.

Fleur and Anastasia literally had their hands full with all the cocks surrounding them. Most of these guys had average sized cocks, but there were some exceptions, like the massive black cock -the only one there, as far as Fleur could see- that she was licking now. She could barely fit her mouth around his cock head and could not properly deepthroat him in this position. She tried harder when the guy behind her pulled out of her pussy and no one seemed to immediately take his place. Even though she pushed her trained throat deeper over this guy’s massive cock, she didn’t manage to get it all the way in before she gagged and almost threw up in her mouth.

All of a sudden she felt a pinching sharp pain between her legs. Lars had come back from wherever he had gone, and he had brought some toys. First to be applied were heavy alligator clamps with thick, heavy chains hanging from them. Fleur felt the sharp pain as Lars clipped the clamps on her outer labia, stretching them down with their weight. Anastasia was already fitted with these uncomfortable clamps. Her chains and weights swung back and forth while one of the guys fucked her ass and she tended to three cocks in front of her with both of her hands and her mouth.

The clamps didn’t stay on long while the fucking continued. They slipped off one by one and when they were all gone from both girls, they were led to two small podiums, side by side, where Fleur and Anastasia were made to lie down on their sides so they could be easily fucked in their asses while sucking cock at the same time.

The men rotated their position, taking the girls in turn and starting the gang bang for real with at least two or three cocks pounding away at the holes of each girl.

There were only a few men who really liked to take charge while using the girls, the others just followed along with what was happening. Fleur got an unpleasant surprise when one of the men, with a hairy belly and a relatively thin cock, grabbed her head like a vice grip when his cock head was pushed several inches down her throat. He held her in place and started pissing, depositing his warm urine straight into her stomach.  He made her choke and cough as he continued pissing from his semi-hard cock as he slowly pulled out and continued to piss in her mouth.

The guys cheered when they saw his actions and murmured something about ‘the bar being open now’. More guys moved in and while both girls got dick to suck and up their pussies and ass, the assembled group of men seemed to have no problem with others pissing onto and into the girls while they served them.

The platforms had become a sticky mess and any lingerie left on the girls was stripped off as they were groped by many hands that started pulling on their nipples.

“Look at this,” one of the men said to a buddy, as he ran his fingers over the still crusted scabs on Fleur’s areolas and the oval bruised teeth marks on the other parts of her breasts and abdomen. If only they knew what activities Fleur engaged in, they probably couldn’t fathom half of it or would turn away in disgust.

After a while, Lars took on his role as a director of sorts again and Fleur was positioned on her back with her ass on the edge of the wet platform. She continued to suck cock and get pissed on her face and her chest, but the focus now went to a muscular guy with a big cock and large gauge rings through his nipples. Several men pulled her legs up high as he positioned his cock head against Fleur’s gaping asshole. He was easily the most aggressive of the bunch, at least so far, and he lasted quite a while pounding at Fleur’s ass, while others started probing her throat with their cocks or their fingers, trying to make her gag and puke.

They had no idea of the kind of seasoned masochist Fleur was and even their most serious attempts at making her gag failed miserably. One guy even took off his shoes and socks and forced Fleur to lick his sneakers before forcing his toes as deep in her mouth as they would go. Determined to please her mistress, Fleur did what she did so well: she committed totally to the part she was supposed to play. It wasn’t even a role she was playing anymore, it had become part of her. She sucked his toes while the anal pounding continued and several of the guys pissed on her face and chest.

When the well-hung guy was close to shooting his load, he pulled out of Fleur’s ass and walked on his knees over to her face while he was cheered on by his friends, who took a step back to let him get close. But he shot his thick, stringy cum before she could fully wrap her lips around his cock head. He hit the side of her face and her neck with impressive loads before his cock head and the rest of his cum disappeared from view inside Fleur’s mouth.

He wasn’t even gone from Fleur’s ass for half a minute before two other guys moved in and filled her up. But these two didn’t use their cocks. One of them started inserting four fingers into her wet cunt while the other folded his fingers over his thumb and simultaneously pressed and twisted his fist into her asshole. The big cock had opened her up nicely, but he was still surprised how welcoming her sphincter was to him when his whole hand and forearm disappeared inside Fleur on the first real push.

Of course he had no idea of the antics Fleur had been up to with Dominika and her insane anal acrobats Kiara and Apolline, but he was pleasantly surprised.
After she had sucked the big cock dry, it was time for some toys and more filthy games while the fisting continued. One guy fitted her mouth with a ring gag while another screwed tube clamps on her areolas behind her swollen nipples.

“Hey, bend her over backwards, and put this in her,” Lars said all of a sudden when he pulled Anastasia by her piss-soaked hair to the platform Fleur was on. All attention shifted to the guest of the night. Lars handed a large, flexible, clear plastic funnel to one of his friends while he dragged Ana over.

The thin and flexible tube end of the funnel was quickly pushed through Fleur’s ring gag and into her throat until about three quarters of its 10 inch length had disappeared and the wide side of the funnel stood up above Fleur’s ring-gagged mouth.

“Let go of her cunt, just probe her ass,” Lars directed the guys who had their hands inside her. “Bend her over backwards so she can piss in her own mouth while you play with her ass.”

Turning to Fleur, he commanded: “Piss, you cunt, we will funnel it straight back into you.” When she didn’t comply fast enough, he slapped her face hard until she produced a steady but fairly limited stream of her own piss. While some of it ran down her stomach, most of it was caught by the guy handling the funnel, much to the delight of the guys, who cheered as Fleur’s yellow piss disappeared down the clear plastic funnel and into her throat. However, Fleur only produced the one stream. She really didn’t have any more in her.

So when Lars slapped her face again, trying to make her piss more, she could only disappoint him while the funnel prevented her from explaining her that her bladder and colon were emptied, as she always did before working.

Maybe somehow her facial expression and eyes communicated to him that she didn’t think any more was coming until the piss they made her swallow was processed by her digestive system, so he moved on to plan B. He gestured to two of the guys to pick Anastasia up.

Quickly after, the skinny Russian girl was sitting in a squatting position, held up by two of the men right above Fleur’s funnel. She had no problem pissing and her steady stream of pee went straight into Fleur’s stomach.

“See, that’s how you pee, cunt!” one of the guys yelled at Fleur, who was trying to manage everything that was happening to her.

“Get the stool!” another exclaimed. Lars nodded. There was still some time to let the guys have some filthy fun with the funneled slut before moving on to some pain play that he was going to serve up for his toy of the night.

While a couple of guys disappeared for a short time to fetch their beloved furniture, everyone who had their hands in or on Fleur retracted and stepped back while Lars removed the funnel and flexible tube from her throat with a swift pull, making her cough like a maniac.

“We have something better for you, slut, something that will actually let you taste what we send down the funnel,” he said while Fleur slowly caught her breath again. “Are you even enjoying any of this? Not that we really care, but maybe we should give you a little pain for your trouble?” Turning to the camera through which Dominika was watching, he added “What do you think, mistress? Of course we don’t want to make her enjoy all this too much?”

Lars wasn’t really expecting a reply and Dominika didn’t answer. She was busy. The moment Lars had sent his friends away to get whatever they were going to fetch, she had shifted her attention again to the girls who were pleasuring her. She pushed the brunette with the bleeding nipples down and pulled one of the blondes up by her hair. The girls obediently switched places and the brunette started lapping her long tongue over her mistress’ ringed nipples while Dominika pulled the skinny blonde who had been licking her breasts high up enough to reach the girl’s breasts with her own mouth.

It was as if the tall and imposing mistress was playing with a little ragdoll. The blonde’s chest matched her petite and sporty frame. She had nice light brown areolas and well-pronounced nipples on top of her tiny, pointy breasts. Dominika’s well-placed and vicious bite made the girl’s whole breast disappear for a moment. The blonde shrieked and started apologizing immediately after she started crying her eyes out. When the mistress let go, she took a closer look at the girl. Apart from the fresh teeth marks on her chest, she seemed in pristine condition, which was something that couldn’t be said for any other of Dominika’s toys.

“You’re the new one, huh?” the mistress asked rhetorically.

The blonde nodded and pulled her messy hair back behind her small ears.

“You know what that means, right?”

Of course she did. The girls talked about this all the time to the newcomers. “Yes, mistress. Please perform the feeding on me, mistress,” the blonde begged through her tears.

Dominika loved it when her pain toys begged her to hurt them and it gave her a feeling of deep satisfaction when she looked into the big, teary green eyes of the new girl.

“Left or right, which one is it going to be?” Dominika wanted to know. The blonde actually thought that she had a decision to make. But when she chose her left breast, Dominika just laughed and moved her mouth to the other side of the girl’s chest.

Dominika tightened her grip on the girl, not just with her hands, but also with her teeth. She started biting the flesh of the girl’s small breast and slowly worked her way towards the blonde’s nipple, dragging her teeth and biting down harder the closer she got to the tip, totally ignoring the trembling girl’s shrieks and cries. Then she turned her face and started grinding the nipple between her molars until the salty taste of the blonde’s blood filled her mouth. She spat some of the blood on the girl’s belly to see the effect of her work so far. It pleased her and she quickly continued her efforts by gnawing down on the bleeding nipple even harder and pulling on the raw flesh as hard as she could.

After the second time that she spit the girl’s blood back on her toned abdomen, she bit down harder and harder until she actually tore through the blonde’s nipple and her tongue felt a chunck of severed flesh swimming in her blood-filled mouth.

Her victim was a crying and bleeding mess when Dominika lifted her head up with wide grin. She loved seeing the terror in the girl’s eyes. The blonde was in shock. Instinctively, she looked down at her torn nipple, but her small breast was covered in so much blood that she couldn’t really assess the damage. Dominika already straightened herself up for the second part of the feeding ritual. High on the rush of her depraved antics, she looked like a rabid dog ready to attack, with her blood-covered mouth and chin.

The blonde received a strong slap in her face when Dominika thought she didn’t act fast enough. It snapped the girl back into her task: open her mouth and receive what her mistress had to offer her.

Dominika let the mixture of blood and saliva drip slowly from her own mouth into the blonde’s. She puckered her fat lips into a small hole, savoring the sensation of letting all the fluid drip out while the lump of flesh couldn’t escape. She swirled the girl’s nipple around her mouth with her tongue before chewing down on it a few more times to squeeze it dry. Then she moved her mouth down to the blonde’s and spat the remaining contents of her mouth between the girl’s lips.

“Na gut, schluck!” she commanded while the shocked girl gagged on her own blood and tissue. While she did try to swallow what her mistress had given her, she kept coughing and crying in the process.

Glancing over at the large flatscreen tv, Dominika saw that the guys were almost ready to start using Fleur again. She didn’t want to waste time and pushed aside the other blonde, who was still licking her cunt as well as she could, and the brunette who was licking her tits to the best of her abilities. The girls looked up as their mistress stood up and squatted above the bleeding and crying blonde. Within seconds, Dominika produced a steady flow of piss while barking commands at the blonde to catch her ‘golden nectar’ and ‘wash down her present’.

Back in Amsterdam, Lars had removed the o-ring that was keeping Fleur’s mouth open. Several of the men had installed a special stool above Fleur’s head at the edge of the platform she was on. The guys who had started fisting her before were now holding her legs up and continued probing her insides with ease. One of the men fitted Fleur with a new funnel gag. It was a shiny red leather and rubber funnel that was directly connected to a gag of the same material. A short tube of not even two inches in length went inside Fleur’s mouth. It forced her teeth open and there was a leather flap that spread to the sides over her cheeks when the leather strap was tightened around her head.

As if it were coordinated, by the time Lars was ready to continue his games with Fleur, Dominika had her house in order again and was sitting comfortably again with her three nymphs servicing her. The mistress had her lips wrapped tightly around the deformed and bleeding breast of her freshly initiated blonde while the other blonde and the brunette switched places. The blonde was now servicing Dominika’s massive tits with her tongue, while the brunette lapped away at her mistress wet cunt.

Unbeknownst to Dominika, off camera, several guys were preparing with Anastasia for their next game with Fleur, while Lars performed the first act of what could be considered pain play. He massaged Fleur’s fat nipples and areoles before fitting a series of bow shackles around them to see which size would be appropriate. He settled on thick stainless steel bow shackles that were a little over an inch wide and about 10 millimeters thick. The holes for the closing pin were about 8 mm in diameter.

Of course the shackles would have to be secured to Fleur’s tits without any chance of them slipping off easily. To accomplish this, Lars used his piercing tools to push a thick, impressive, but tight fitting 8 mm straight barbell through Fleur’s areoles right behind her nipples. Given the size of the rod, even the sharp and professional tools he used needed considerable force to get the metal through Fleur’s tits. The piercing rods were just long enough for him to fit faux-diamond studded closing balls on both sides, neatly trapping the bow shackles in between.

Fleur couldn’t see what Lars was doing, but she was surprised at the weight she felt pulling her tits to the side after he pierced her. She could deal with the sharp pain she felt in her breasts, even welcomed it at this point in the night, but acted like she didn’t feel a thing, just to uphold her status of ultimate pain whore.

The weight that she felt, came from two footlong chains that Lars connected to the bow shackles with a hook. Still on her back, she couldn’t even see or feel the 5 lbs dumbbell rings that he had also connected to the other ends of the chains, but that were on the platform next to her. Those would not play a role in the upcoming game.

Several of the guys had been working with Anastasia on a special treat for Fleur: using special enema syringes, they had injected the Russian girl’s colon with a mixture of different fluids. Semen, piss and milk seemed to be the main ingredients, but someone who’d looked closely would also have seen shots of vodka and a can of soda being poured into the syringes.

While two of the men continued filling the syringes that were just emptied into Ana, two others picked up the girl and held her in a squatting position above Fleur’s funnel gag, so she could push the nauseating concoction out of her ass.

When the fluid entered her mouth, Fleur had been enjoying the sensation of having her cunt and ass filled up by the hands of the guys fisting her, pushing in and pulling out in rhythmic motion. Even though they probed her quite deep, they weren’t particularly aggressive or nasty about it.

The mixture that engulfed her mouth tasted foul, of course, and it added to the nausea she was feeling already. It instantly made her gag. It filled up three quarters of the funnel gag when Anastasia was empty, producing nothing more than farts and little fluid. Fleur knew she had to swallow it all down, but she had no idea of how much fluid was actually there and she was in no hurry to find out, thinking that if she delayed it enough, she’d have to swallow down less of it in the end.

It didn’t take long for the guys to notice how slow the fluid went down the funnel and one of them quickly and effectively grabbed Fleur’s nose and pressed it shut to force her to swallow the first batch of stuff down. It was quite a notch up in brutality from her previous treatments, cause the guy didn’t let her catch any breath until she could take it through the funnel and she coughed her lungs out. When she tried to lift her hands to fend off the guys, she was quickly and simply restrained by bystanders.

In the meantime, Anastasia was already receiving the second round of her fluid enemas. She was on her hands and knees on the floor with her ass pushed up and out, receiving the nozzles of the syringes in her asshole. Two syringes filled with a 50/50 mixture of piss and vodka were quickly emptied inside her colon. When she was about to receive the third one filled with milk, one of the men stopped the proceedings and uncapped a beer bottle, much to the delight and grins of his friends. He closed the bottle off with his thumb and shook it a couple of times before pushing the opening through Ana’s sphincter, so the bubbly alcohol shot from the bottle into the girl’s colon.

“Now keep that in while we carry you,” one of the guys said to the Russian girl, who gave him a strange look, because she didn’t understand a word of Dutch. Nonetheless, she spilled very little of the fluids before she emptied her colon into the funnel again.

It quickly overflowed from the volume that was just dumped in it and the mixture splashed all over Fleur’s face and neck and soaked her hair even more.
Once again she was forced to swallow everything down. By the end, she looked as messy as you’d expect from what was being done to her. Her makeup had long been ruined and her hair was now a wet, stinky mop. After the second serving of enema fluids, she was released from her position and given a minute to compose herself while the men grabbed another drink or a cigarette, enjoyed Anastasia or just stood around looking at Fleur.

Shortly after, it was time to play some pain games. Fleur was told to crawl over to another podium on the other side of the club. At a heigh of about 20 cm and a length and width of about 2 by 2 meters, the podium was rather small. Despite the relatively short distance, it took her a few minutes to get there.

The guys had fun whipping fleur while she made her way over on her hands and knees, the funnel gag still firmly attached to her face and the heavy chains and weights stretching her tits into cone shapes as she dragged them over the wooden floor. She was stopped about three or four times by guys who grabbed her ass from behind and started fucking her or grabbed the funnel to serve Fleur some cigarette ashes mixed with warm piss or a load of cum to swallow. Eventually Lars had enough of the anal gang bang, which was shaving time off his enjoyment of Fleur and pulled her by her wet hair to the podium, which was fitted with useful parts to restrain people in several positions, among which a structure resembling a pillory. He turned her the way he wanted her, removed the weights from the chains and made her stand up on her knees again.

As soon as Fleur in position with her back to the pillory structure, he spread her knees apart, and secured her ankles in metal shackles that were bolted to the floor, about three, three-and-a-half feet apart, right under the pillory. It wasn’t very uncomfortable, but wide enough apart to also spread her knees, so that her smooth but raw cunt was nicely visible and readily accessible, framed by her magnificent abdomen and toned legs.

Two of the men quickly installed in a short but thick crossbeam that went through the stand of the pillory against the small of Fleur’s back. The beam was rectangular at a width of about 10 cm and a length of 80 cm, with several holes drilled through it along its length.

While Lars bent Fleur backwards over the beam and guided her head where it would be locked down in the pillory, another guy retracted the beam through the pillory stand until it just barely supported Fleur’s upper back at the height of her shoulders. He made sure the beam could not be pushed out of the pillory stand by pushing a thick metal pin horizontally through one of the holes in the beam, locking it in place.

The position was getting more uncomfortable for Fleur by the second. Her neck rested in a half-circle cutout in the pillory’s crossbeam on a deceptively uncomfortable leather padding. It was just a small relief when Lars removed the funnel gag. About a foot next to the cutout for her neck were also holes for her wrists, but Lars didn’t put her hands there when he closed the top part of the pillory around her neck by lowering the matching second half in its slot and locking it into place. The fit around her neck was snug, not too loose and not too tight. The leather padding gave her some wiggle room, but it wasn’t much.

The bondage furniture was really as simple as it was versatile. Fleur’s wrists were secured to each side of the pillory stand’s bottom, an inch or two above the floor and a simple cranking mechanism on the side changed the height of the pillory’s crossbeam. Lars pulled it up just enough to stretch Fleur’s arms a little bit, making it impossible for her to move in her current position.

There was only one more thing for Lars to do before he would actually start playing with Fleur. He connected a metal bar of about a foot’s length between the ends of the chains that hung from the bow shackles on Fleur’s areolas. The bar featured an eyelet in the middle of its length. While he tugged on the chains to check if the length of the chains was equal on each side, one of the men attempted to throw a carbine snap hook connected to a thick rope through a metal ring that was bolted to the ceiling. It took a few attempts, but when the rope was pulled through, Lars connected the hook to the eyelet of the bar he just fitted on the chains and started pulling the chains up to the ceiling.

He quickly stretched Fleur’s tits straight up to the ceiling and pulled them into pointy cones before tying the elastic rope to a ring that was bolted to the wall at eye-level. Due to the elastic nature of the rope, it kept a nice steady pull on Fleur’s tits.

Lars ran his fingers over the stretched skin of Fleur’s breasts and squeezed her nipples before tracing her bloated piss-and-fluids-filled abdomen down to her pussy. He thought he was done, but her distended belly reminded him that he had forgotten something.

He looked around and quickly saw what he wanted, gesturing to one of the men to bring it over to him. It was a small metal bucket hanging from short chains with heavy clamps on the other end. These clamps quickly went on Fleur’s outer labia and the weight of the small bucket alone was enough to visibly stretch them down.

The men had gathered around in a semi-circle to the side of the platform, obviously waiting for Lars to do something. He seemed to be the guy for corporal punishment here. The others had been active in the dirty games that they had played so far, but he had kept his clothes on, until now.
He stepped up behind Fleur, unzipped and pulled his semi-hard cock out of his pants.

“You listen to me, cunt, while you suck my cock,” he addressed her as he pushed his cock head inside her mouth. Bent backwards with her head slightly tilted down, Fleur was in the perfect position for throat service. He slowly fucked her mouth while he continued his speech and his cock hardened. “I’m going to play with all your parts on the other side of this pillory, and my friends are going to enjoy your mouth and throat from this side. You will swallow down whatever they give you, you nasty whore, and you will take all the pain I am going to give you. You can piss in the bucket hanging from your cunt whenever you want. You’re nothing, you’re a cunt, a bitch, MY bitch tonight!”

He pulled his now erect cock back out of Fleur’s mouth and slapped her face hard. Then he instructed his buddies in Dutch.

“Just do whatever you feel like, like this.” He grabbed Fleur by the chin with one hand and rammed his cock deep into the back of her mouth and down her throat while his other hand reached over the pillory beam and pulled the rope that stretched her tits up. He kept his crotch pressed tightly against Fleur’s lips until she started straining in her bonds, but he didn’t let go or pull out until she had started seriously thrashing for a few moments. Dominika loved it and several of the guys cheered him on.

“See, that’s what she lives for, boys,” Lars added when Fleur tried to catch her breath and moaned loudly. “If you’ve ever wanted to throat fuck a hot bitch, then this is your ultimate chance to do it right! Don’t mind me while I have some fun of my own with her.”

When the guys started forming a line to take turns with Fleur’s throat and Lars was getting ready to pick his first instrument of torture from a row of long, thin canes, a tall leather-clad redhead walked into the club, pulling a small suitcase on wheels. She greeted the bartender and immediately made her way over to where the action was, where she went straight to Lars, who received a kiss on his lips.

Fleur had no clue the woman had entered the room, nor did Dominika, since the redhead had been off-camera so far. The rest of the guys seemed to be familiar with her or at least not surprised to see her. Some greeted her with smiles or hand gestures.

“Look, Kat,” Lars said to the redhead, “I told you it was true. She’s all yours if you want her. Anything. No questions asked.”

“Where the fuck did you find this bitch?” Katherine wanted to know. She tried to get as good a look at Fleur as she could from where she was.
“I have my sources,” Lars grinned. “Here’s some photos of her.”

He handed his cell phone to Katherine so the woman could check out the four photos of Fleur that Dominika had posted to illustrate her offer of a no limits sex toy.

“I think I’ve seen this chick with all the scars somewhere before,” Katherine said as she checked out the photos. “I believe she was on Extreme Dolls a while ago, you know, that video site from Lisa’s?”

Lars nodded. “I’ve heard of that. Never seen it though. Kinda controversial stuff on there, from what I heard.”

“Extremely nasty stuff with real depraved masochists,” Kat assessed. “There was some gossip of her not even being legal yet at the time. How old is she now anyway?”

“I have no clue,” Lars replied. “This is one of those ‘no questions asked’ deals. Anything goes with this gal as long as we film it for her mistress, some chick from Berlin. See how Marcel is filming a live stream for her? I got Henk to secretly cover it for us too. He’s trying to stay off-screen for the live feed.”
“I’m happy you called and asked me to come in and have some fun,” Kat said, “but to what do I owe this honor?”

“This mistress, the one watching the stream, she asked me to impress her, to entertain her by abusing her girl. This chick gets off on pain and being used by strangers and letting her mistress watch through FaceTime. And since you know more of that bizarre shit from Extreme Toyland and the likes, I thought you could help me out to ramp things up a bit here. In less than twenty minutes our time is up, unless the mistress likes what we’re doing and asks us to continue.”

“Then I better get started,” Kat replied. “I have been wanting to try something out that usually takes about ten, fifteen minutes to really build up and gets even the toughest pain sluts to scream their lungs out in pain.”

“What is it?” Lars asked. He looked over at his friends having fun with Fleur by fingering and fucking her mouth. It looked like it was all fun and games and he noticed it was time to ramp things up a bit while they still had time.

Katherine opened her trolley suitcase and explained her new toys after she pulled out two nondescript opaque flasks and a sizeable black dildo on a telescopic stick.

“I got this from Jana, one of my friends from back East. It’s the stuff they put in pepper spray, but then a little less diluted. It’s called ‘cap’, uhh, ‘cap sizecum’ or something.

She turned around the bottles to find a small sticker on the side and started reading. “Yeah, ‘cap…sai…cin, capsaicin 0,10’ it says.” Looking at the sticker on the other bottle, she added: “This one is ‘0,06’, a little less. I think I’ll start with this one, cause I’ve seen the regular 0,03 in action and that quickly reduced a pretty experienced pain slut to a sobbing mess.

“Good. Where are you gonna put it,” Lars wanted to know, still watching Fleur.

“That’s up to you,” Kat replied. Looking at the cane in his hands, she added: “I take it you were about to have fun with her yourself when I came in?”

Lars chuckled. “Yeah, I wanted to have a go at her tits,” he said. “They are pretty nice.”

“Well, then that makes it easy. This stuff works best on moist orifices,” Kat replied. She put on rubber gloves and poured a light brown liquid from one of her flasks into a glass bowl.

When she stepped over to the podium, all the men not making use of Fleur stopped and stared. They had never seen anything like this and were puzzled as to what the leather-clad woman was up to with a bowl in one gloved hand and a dildo-on-a-stick in the other.

Fleur couldn’t really see what was going on, She felt the tugging sensation on her tits increase and decrease as the guys played with the elastic rope that pulled her pierced nipples upward.

Katherine immediately noticed how distended Fleur’s belly was compared to her slender frame.

“You guys filled her up good, haha,” she laughed, looking from  the little empty bucket hanging from Fleur’s labia to Lars. “Think she’s ready to get some of that out before I start with her?”

Lars nodded and squatted down next to Fleur’s face while two of his friends were trying to fit two cock heads in her mouth.

“Hold it for a second, guys,” he said and they took a step back as he moved his face close to Fleur’s.

“I have a special friend over and she’s gonna play with you for a little bit too while the guys keep using your throat. It would really be helpful if you’d empty your bladder for me right now.”

Fleur tried her hardest to pee, but only part of what she had swallowed had passed through her system into her bladder. She didn’t even fill up the small bucket, but the added weight of her piss made her labia stretch more.

When the flow of urine stopped, Lars got back up and gestured to his friends that they continue enjoying Fleur’s oral services. One guy stepped up and shoved his hard cock deep into Fleur’s mouth while Katherine bent over and placed her little bowl with the light brown fluid on the platform next to Fleur.

Most of the guys watched while Fleur’s abuse was instantly tripled. In addition to a hard cock thrusting against her throat, Fleur felt the first hit of Lars’ cane come down hard against the stretched underside of her breasts. Almost simultaneously, she felt Kat’s gloved hands lather her pussy up with a sticky fluid that felt cold to the touch. If only she knew what it would turn into.

Lars didn’t start slow. This was not the time to play around and he aimed to mark Fleur’s tits more with every strike.

Dominika could even see the red, purplish stripes form on the underside of Fleur’s breasts through the FaceTime feed.

For Fleur, it took considerable effort to keep her composure with the painful abuse of her tits and the cocks pounding her face. Even though the number of guys using her mouth was down to two – the rest was simply watching in awe what was happening – they weren’t holding anything back.

Katherine used liberal amounts of her capsaicin mixture and took advantage of the fact that Fleur’s pussy was stretched open by the little bucket hanging from her labia. She covered four fingers of her gloves with the sticky fluid and pressed it right between Fleur’s stretched wet pussy lips, rubbing it up and down, massaging the light brown concoction into all the skin folds, and making sure her clitoris, urethra, perineum and everything in between was covered liberally.

At first Fleur welcomed the massage of her pussy as a nice counterpart to the pain she was receiving, but she could feel the initial cold sensation turn into something else pretty quickly.

Katherine repeated her finger movements several times and with each move, she tried to use her fingers to push the liquid increasingly deeper into Fleur’s vagina. She also rubbed the dildo between Fleur’s pussy lips and started fucking the fluid into her, switching between her hands and the dildo.

When she reached a point where all four fingers fully disappeared into Fleur’s pussy, she pulled out again and reached into her bowl a final time, covering all four fingers and her thumb with the capsaicin solution.

At this point, Fleur started shaking and moaning. Even though it hadn’t been long since the mixture first touched her skin, the cold sensation from the liquid had quickly and exponentially turned into a sharp and deep burning sensation that almost instantly brought Fleur to tears.

Kat noticed the stirring of Fleur’s body and the increasing noise she made. She wasn’t sure if it was her capcaisin or Lars’ cane. There was still a hard cock in her mouth that muffled the noise somewhat and Kat proceeded to put some finishing touches on her work.

Reaching further between Fleur’s spread legs, she now rubbed a last handful of fluid straight onto Fleur’s sphincter. One finger at a time, massaging and probing, pushing the pepper oil inside her colon.

Not even four minutes had passed since Katherine first stuck her fingers inside the bowl with the capsaicin, but her experiment halted everything.

The two guys who were face fucking her, had stepped back and watched with a concerned look on their face as Fleur’s body shook and strained in her bonds and she sobbed and screamed out in pain constantly.

Lars had also stopped administering his cane and while he had enjoyed marking Fleur’s skin with a handful of instant welts, he didn’t exactly know what to do when Fleur broke out in a frenzy.

“What the fuck?” he asked Katherine, “Is that supposed to happen?”

“I’ve never seen it happen so fast, but yeah, this happens,” she replied calmly. “That stuff puts her nerves in a state where they make her feel like she’s being stuffed with hot coals.”

They watched as Fleur suffered tremendously. The burning sensation only increased and spread all around the area that Kat had covered. She was hyperventilating and her bondage made things only worse.

“Just wait a few moments,” Katherine said, “she will calm down a little, even though the pain won’t lessen for the next two hours or so.”

Lars was concerned. He took the phone from Marcel, switched to the front camera and started talking to the black screen, hoping to find Dominika on the other end. She had purposely shut off the camera on her end and was still very much enjoying her depraved games with her piglet girls, even though she had slowed down somewhat when she saw what was happening on the big screen. Now Lars addressed her directly, she sat up and pushed her girls away.
Dominika didn’t turn on her camera, but let Lars know that she was still there.

“Show her again, I like this,” she said. “Keep showing me this until she calms down.”

Lars complied and switched the camera back to film Fleur, who was still sobbing and moaning and trembling in her bondage.

“What did she put on her?” the mistress wanted to know. “Just keep showing her and talk to me.”

Lars explained to the best of his abilities what it was that Katherine had done. Dominika showed little concern, merely interest. She also noted that the hour was almost up and gave some pointers for the conclusion.

“Just let her be for a moment. This was very entertaining. When she’s calmed down, untie her and take everything off her. Put her on her knees and give her some of the fluid from that bowl. Tell her I want to see her rubbing that stuff all over her own tits. Then let her go on all fours and have her push her ass up toward the camera. I want her to spread her ass open and gape while your redhead pours the rest of the fluid from the bowl inside her ass and uses her dildo-on-a-stick to really fuck it in deep for a couple of minutes. Give me some good close-ups of that. And when that’s done just film her face until the battery of the phone dies. I hope there’s enough juice left for fifteen, twenty minutes. You can do whatever you want with her until the battery dies. After that, help her clean up and put her in a taxi cab home.”

Lars tried to ask a couple of questions, but Dominika didn’t reply anymore. She put the phone down and sat back again and enjoyed the last part of the video stream where things happened almost exactly like she had requested.