Fleur II: Wrecked

April 14, 7:49 PM

Marta was almost ready to step into her bathtub for a relaxing evening, when the phone rang for the fourth time since dinner.

"Damn," she thought to herself. "Should have put that thing on silent!"

She walked from her spacious bathroom to the adjacent bedroom and dropped her underwear on the bed. The ringtone continued its repetitive melody. Marta sighed. This was supposed to be a quiet evening.

She leaned over to where her phone was and looked at the display. It was a German number from someone who'd tried calling a couple times before this morning. Marta wondered what could be so important. She reached for the phone and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Marta, it's me, Elsa."

"Elsa?" she exclaimed, "My god, how are you?"

"Fine, thanks. Hope all is well with you too. You're tough to get hold of!"

"Uh-huh."

"I kinda need a favor from you," Elsa came straight to the point. "You ever hear of this site called LiveTabooTorture?"

"Hmm let me think."

"I know it's based in the underground scene in your neck of the woods," Elsa continued.

"Are they the site that changes their address all the time? The one where they fuck up girls real bad?"

"Yeah, that's the one..."

"What about them? They're something else. I've dealt with one of their producers before, why?"

"Well, one of my girls, my top girl after Tessa actually, is going to do a live stream with them."

"What?!?" Marta's voice masked her disgust with surprise.

"Yeah, her name is Fleur, she's on for a session on Saturday two weeks from now."

"You do realize those bastards torture their girls with no limits and just continue fucking and abusing them when they pass out, right? I'm not..."

"Yeah, yeah, and that's why I called you," Elsa interrupted. Then she stopped talking to let Marta finish her sentence.
"... I'm not comfortable sending any of my girls there, even though some of them are tough as nails and masochistic enough to get off on what's going on there," Marta enlightened her longtime friend.

Despite her age of just 26, Mistress Marta had about ten years of experience as a sadistic dominant under her belt, experimenting first in her personal life, but quickly taking her lifestyle to a professional level as soon as she got the chance. She perfected the art of sadistic medical torture by crafting her skills through a university-level medical degree --which she was about to receive in the next two years if all went well-- and practicing with a ton of male and female masochists in Northeastern Europe in her spare time.

"I understand," Elsa replied. "But would you be willing to perform as the torturer?"

"I don't know. Do those guys even allow that?" Marta wanted to know.

"They do for a cut in the compensation. And I would really feel much better if I knew she was in your care."

"How much are we talking about here?"

"They drop the payment from 70,000 to 45,000 Zloty if you bring in your own dominant performer. That leaves about 10,000 Euros."

"And that's enough for you to have your top two girl butchered on a seedy underground web stream?"

Elsa took a while to respond. "Let's just say that it's part of an altogether different deal, one that I am eager to get out of," she eventually continued.

Marta didn't want to pry. But she was baffled at the lack of compensation for this 'deal'. "After expenses and travel costs, how much do you actually make off of this?

"I was thinking of cutting you 60% for this favor, would that be OK?"

Elsa was really hoping that Marta would consider this offer. Sending Fleur to Poland to be worked on by unknown torturers was really the last thing she wanted to do.

"Seriously, I'll have to think about this. Can you email me some more info about the whole deal? Like the production team's terms and requests as well as some photos of your girl, so I know what I'd be working with?"

"Sure," Elsa replied. "I'll send it to you right away."

"OK. I'll take a look at it and I'll get back to you," Marta replied.

"I have to let them know by the end of the weekend."

"You'll have my answer tomorrow."