Fleur II: Wrecked

Then Marta got up and enjoyed the rest of the bottle of water herself while Fleur was quickly released from her position in the backwards pillory. The production assistants left all decorations on and in her body, her pierced tits bound and the toilet brushes inside her sewn-up pussy and abused ass. Marta helped Fleur stand up as well as she could given the circumstances and stayed by her side while the room was prepared.

While the first production assistant started removing the furniture from the first part of this two-part act, the second producer wheeled in a fairly large wooden table on wheels. It measured roughly six by three feet in length and width and stood about a foot tall.

Fleur didn't have to move far from her previous position and was made to lie down on her back on it and she had her wrists shackled and bolted to the platform next to her upper thighs. Then her legs were folded back over her head with her knees touching the wood right next to her head, effectively curling her body up in such a position that her still filled ass and stitched pussy were sticking up straight in the air. Her ankles were also shackled and bolted to the platform in the same way as her wrists, making it impossible for her to move. The production assistants left as quickly as they came, leaving Fleur once again alone with Mistress Marta on the video feed.

Fleur tried to wrap her warped head around what was going to happen next. She once again felt like she had been hit by a Mack truck and her tits were burned right off of her chest. The anal and vaginal stimulation had been very nice but her big mouth had ruined her chances of having a nice orgasm in the middle of all this abuse.

Marta didn't give her slave girl much time to rethink her actions in this new position. The Mistress ran her hands over the toned skin of Fleur's calves and thighs to the two dozen little screws that were embedded in the bruised and welted skin of Fleur's buttocks and ass cheeks.

As she reached for the handles of the toilet brushes buried deep in Fleur's pussy and ass, one of the production assistants returned with a small but well-stocked trolley table that he placed alongside the bondage table.

Marta pumped the toilet brushes up and down, stretching the girl's sewn up pussy lips every time she pulled on the handle, making her moan and writhe on the table.

But while pounding the sturdy plastic bristles of the toilet brush against the inner walls of Fleur's cunt and grating her cervix with it was a lot of fun, Marta had designed this position to turn the focus on something else: her pounded and expanded asshole.

Having her slave boys fuck and fist the shit out of it was just the start of the fun for her, and she slowly pulled out the bristled invader as she was getting ready to dish out some of the more brutally painful tortures of the session by herself now.
Fleur was not and would not be gagged during this session with anything other than an o-ring to either make her drool or to keep her mouth and throat open and available whenever needed. She hadn't been a screamer so far, producing mostly long, slow wails and low grunts, but Marta expected that might change soon.

The Mistress fingered Fleur's asshole with the index fingers from both hands, reaching the tips of her fingers behind the girl's stretched sphincter and pulling and holding it open.

After a few seconds of pulling and tugging, Marta picked up the first item from her trolley. It was a metal spreader device resembling a speculum. This thing, however, didn't feature a long beak to be inserted into the hole it was supposed to keep open, but rather four metal pins of about four inches in length with small rounded side-pins at the base of the instrument.
It's purpose and operation was simple: the four longer pins went into Fleur's ass and as Marta turned a knob on the handle of the stretcher, the pins moved away from each other, stretching Fleur's sphincter and several inches of her colon wide open. The rounded side-pins fell right behind the girl's sphincter, creating a no-slip environment for the stretching tool.

Marta kept turning the knob. The device opened up slowly but steadily and before long, the Mistress had created a square- shaped ass gape with almost a two-inch diameter. Since this was done with fairly thin metal pins and not with a standard beak, she had virtually unrestricted access to the stretched and scrubbed tissue of the sphincter and reddish pink insides of the colon.

Marta was satisfied with the gape for now. She ran the tips of her fingers over the stretched muscle and the surrounding skin tissue and decided it was perfect to start her work on it.

Fleur was wondering what was going to happen next. She'd come a long way from her first accidental anal penetration by her drunk second boyfriend at the age of fifteen. Disgusted and freaked out then, she had come to appreciate anal sex and play over the years, but she still had no idea how ill-prepared she was for what Marta had in store for her now.

The Mistress decided to delay the actual anal play for a little bit and started by picking up a small wooden paddle, which she smacked down on Fleur's literally screwed ass cheeks.

Fleur screamed out as the gulf of pain enveloped her ass. As if the two dozen metal screws embedded in her skin weren't painful enough by themselves or when those boys pounded their groins against them. Marta smirked. What a doll this girl was. Two more well-aimed smacks sent Fleur into a sobbing frenzy and produced several streams of blood running down her ass.

While Marta had contemplated beating Fleur's ass into a pulp right then and there, she stopped after five strikes and put the paddle away on the trolley again. Instead, she picked up a strip of short, pink-capped hypodermic needles and started unwrapping the first from its packaging and plastic case.

Fleur could not see what her Mistress was doing, nor did she care at this point. Her body was on fire and she was sure the burn would not stop anytime soon.

Marta discarded the wrapping and case by simply dropping them on the floor and then waited a short moment for one of the cameras to get into a zoomed-in perspective of Fleur's gaping asshole.

Then she slowly inserted the short needle straight into the sphincter and pushed down until the full inch of its length disappeared into the muscle and tissue and only the pink cap remained visible.

Fleur screamed and wailed from the moment the first needle went in. It was the first of many, and over the next three minutes or so, the poor girl received more than a dozen short needles into her sphincter, making a nice circle of pink caps around her gaping hole.

While some of the web stream viewers already went crazy in the feed's chat room, little did they know this was just the start. The Mistress produced a second strip of hypodermic needles and she unwrapped the first to reveal a different needle from the previous ones. The new set, featuring blue caps, was a little longer and thicker than the previous ones.

Keeping her pace, Marta started inserting the second set of needles into Fleur's body. These too went through her sphincter, but Marta pushed them into Fleur's sphincter on the outside of the pink ring that she had already created, but she made sure that about half an inch of the tip of the needle stuck out into the girl's gape.

Even though these thicker needles were even more painful to receive and Fleur was crying out whenever the Mistress pushed one of them ever so slowly into her body, Marta simply used them for the visual effect of the sharp tips emerging from the inside of her slave girl's ass. They made for an awesome effect for what was to come next.

Fleur had cried her eyes out and her makeup was definitely permanently ruined for the night. No one cared, though. All eyes were on Mistress Marta, who had picked up two thin but long black candles from between a number jars of fluid hot wax over Bunsen burners. She used one of the burners to light the candles and held them both in one hand as she turned from her trolley to her curled up slave girl.

"Let's see," Marta started another monologue. "I've already warmed up your back side, your front side, your lovely tits... it's about time we warm you up on the inside as well, otherwise that wouldn't be fair, now would it?

She tipped both candles sideways and let their flames lick the wax, so small drops of it ran down to the burning tips before falling down and hitting the skin and screws of Fleur's buttocks.

The girl had gritted her teeth in anticipation of something she imagined would crash down some incredible pain on her body, but the wax had been dropped from such a height that in her current position and state of stimulation, Fleur didn't even notice that anything touched her ass. Since she couldn't really see Marta or her trolley in the position she was in, it took a few more moments for her to realize what was going on.

Marta moved her candles down and slowly created a breadcrumb pattern of wax drips from Fleur's buttocks to her gaping colon. The closer she got, the shorter the distance was between the two dancing flames and the girl's skin.

Fleur strained against her shackles, but her position didn't leave her much room to move. By the fourth drop of wax she had figured out what was happening and she knew exactly where this was going. However, she was not at all prepared for it. As soon as the first few drops of black wax fell down deep into her gaping hole and ran down the tender pink flesh of the inside of her colon until they had formed thin black hardened strips, she wailed out in pain and trashed against her bonds.

The video stream went to split screen at this point, with three feeds entertaining the depraved audience: one feed showed Fleur's still extraordinarily pretty but messy face, another showed an overview of her strapped down body and the Mistress next to it, and a third feed showed the torture of Fleur's ass in every minute and devious close-up detail.

When the first few drops fell and ran down deep into Fleur's asshole, Marta tipped her candles almost vertically, immediately finding the delicate balance between letting the flames dance around the candle to produce as much fluid wax as possible on the one hand and not letting the wax extinguish the flames on the other.

With the hot wax now raining down, several streams of the burning fluid hit the sharp ends of the needles that were sticking out inside from Fleur's sphincter, but most of the wax dropped down deep, lining the pink tissue of her colon with a black film in a matter of seconds.

Marta moved the candles around ever so slightly to make sure she covered every inch of tissue that she could see, totally disregarding any expression made by her slave girl. The first layer of wax was brutally painful and Fleur had never felt anything like it in her life. It was like someone stuck a knife in her ass and started twisting it around. Her mind was racing and tried to deal with all the sensations that were compounded on her body.

Of course the second and third layers of wax didn't hurt. Once the first layer had hardened against the tortured tissue of her colon, the heat of the subsequent drops didn't reach her body anymore. Marta dutifully finished burning the two candles, but after a while it didn't evoke the desired responses from Fleur anymore, so it was time to move on.

The Mistress pressed the candle stubs down against Fleur's ass to kill the flames and discarded them in a waste bin on her supply trolley.

"You know, babe, there's no fun in hot wax if it doesn't burn the skin directly," she continued her narrative. "And I really, really, really want to use that tender pink meat of yours a little more. So here's what I'll do: I'm going to use my cleaning tool to remove the wax inside of you. Then I'm going to re-apply it. But a little more painful this time. With hotter wax and more of it at once. And deeper. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as we will. And then after a few rounds when I'm done, I will let the lovely viewers pick what they want me to do with your burnt and abused ass-meat. How does that sound?"

Fleur didn't immediately make a sound, so the Mistress asked again: "How does that sound, my little Kitten, how would you like me to burn your ass some more?"

"Yesssss, Mistress," Fleur managed to hiss, but it was slow and not very convincing.

"What's that? I can barely hear you," Marta replied. "Let me help you, just repeat after me: Yes, Mistress Marta, please burn my ass and abuse it!"

It was quiet for a few seconds as a delirious Fleur tried to compose herself and she finally slowly said: "Please Mistress, I am your pain slut and torture meat, please burn my ass and do with it what you want!"

Fleur only partially followed what the Mistress was saying and even though she meant every masochistic word of what she just said, at this point she couldn't think straight. She was suspended halfway between agony and ecstasy and just wanted to give herself up to her Mistress. She just wanted to brave through this ordeal, show the world how brave (or crazy) she was and hoped that she would pass out if things got too heavy to handle.

But she wasn't that lucky yet. She felt every sturdy plastic bristle of Marta's bottle cleaning brush as it entered her abused asshole. The head of the brush itself was only slightly smaller in diameter than the full-size toilet brush that had grated her colon not too long ago, but it was almost twice as long and its bristles were sturdier.

Marta skillfully pushed the brutal invader deep into Fleur's ass between the spreader speculum and the rings of needles in the girl's sphincter. It required quite a bit of force and it showed. Fleur cried loudly again as Marta probed her body deeper and deeper with the brush and started a fucking motion to scrape out all the black wax that had hardened inside her ass.

The brush in itself was already pretty terrible, scraping its sturdy plastic bristles against the tender burnt insides of the girl's asshole, but combined with the two dozen needles embedded in Fleur's sphincter, this treatment got very brutal very fast. Marta only had one goal in mind: brush out as much of the wax as possible, so she could start over again. Her relentless fucking of Fleur's destroyed hole now not only produced tons of wax flakes that came out, but several drops of blood had emerged from the fresh needle puncture wounds and lubricated the brush, which saw its originally white bristles turn a dirty shade of brownish red.

Even though the brush didn't clean out all the flakes of wax from Fleur's colon, after a minute of fucking the thing in and out of her slave girl, the Mistress pulled it out completely to see if things were to her satisfaction for now. Marta really didn't care if the brush removed most of the hardened wax, but it seemed like the thing had done a respectable job. The third feed showed the reddened insides of Fleur's colon speckled with several resistant flakes of wax and one or two small streams of blood running down from Fleur's sphincter to the dark depths of her deeper insides.

Mistress Marta took her time putting her brush away and putting on her special heat-resistant gloves, giving the audience plenty of time to admire her work before she returned with the first of the glass jars filled with hot wax that had been heated over the Bunsen burners on her trolley. It contained about 20 fluid ounces or 600 milliliters of bright blue wax that had been heated to pouring perfection.

This time there was no foreplay or the hint of an accidental test spill on Fleur's buttocks. Marta had clearly handled jars of hot wax before and skillfully emptied the burning hot sticky blue content down Fleur's gaping hole.

It was a lovely sight to see the fluid blue wax pour down in a single stream straight into the depths of the gaping hole the Mistress had created. Instantly, Fleur trashed in her bondage and started screaming out louder than she ever had to this point. But it was all to no avail.

As Fleur's brain short-circuited and went blank from the immense burning of the depths of her ass, her body shook uncontrollably and her throat produced a low wail with several guttural grunts as the burning wax filled her expanded colon to the hilt and the last bit of fluid wax spilled over her sphincter and ran down her ass crack on one side and her sewn-up pussy on the other.

Then it seemed like her body went limp, but that did not matter in the position she was in. Mistress Marta put her empty jar away and played with her work, running her gloved fingers over the hardening wax around Fleur's ass and dipping the tip of her index finger in the pool of wax that now filled her unconscious slave girl's ass.

She played around with the wax for a moment, but stopped when she realized that Fleur had checked out for the moment, after which she reached for her small wooden paddle again. With one hand she manipulated the toilet brush that was still embedded in Fleur's pussy, fucking it in and out, stretching Fleur's sewn labia while she used her other hand to smack the paddle down hard on the small screws embedded in the girl's ass.

Fleur was out and did not make a sound. But no one really cared at this point, everyone involved just watched the cruel mistress brutally abuse this perfect pain slut, one in a million, who was willingly undergoing these absurd treatments to prove something to herself and the world.

Marta took her time abusing the girl's ass, beating it slightly more into a pulp than before, making sure Fleur would not sit straight for weeks to come, while she waited for the wax to harden inside the girl's ass.

Pouring wax from a jar had multiple advantages, one of which was that it produced a fairly solid mold of whatever cavity it was poured into. When the wax had sufficiently hardened, it only took Marta some effort to detach it from the needles sticking out from Fleur's sphincter, but when that was done, she slowly but surely revealed a weirdly shaped wax cast from her slave girl's gaping colon. She held it up to one of the cameras for a closeup before she discarded the blue shape on her trolley table.

Only a few strands of wax had broken off deep inside Fleur's ass, and of course Marta had to try and make sure that as many of those were retrieved before she moved on to round three. So she used her beloved bottle brush for the second time to do its cleaning job.

Partial cleanup on a passed-out slave girl was ok in Marta's book, but when she was done with her second round of brush pounding, she flicked her fingers as a sign to production to wake the star of the show up with some smelling salts.

Teasingly slow the Mistress pumped both the bottle brush in Fleur's ass and the toilet brush inside her pussy up and down while the production assistant did what he was tasked to do.

Fleur's head was spinning and she felt nauseous, but didn't have much time to realize where she was, because the syncopated rhythm of the brushes grating her abused insides made her feel like someone was pulling her intestines literally out of her belly. And who had set fire to her tits?

As Fleur slowly came back to her senses, Marta pulled the bottle brush out and started talking to her slave girl again. The Mistress felt like a little conversation while she slowly pulled all of the longer needles out of Fleur's sphincter, causing most of the puncture wounds to bleed a little. She left all of the short needles in and opened the stretching device to an even larger diameter to make room for what was to come.

"Was that a little too much for you, my dear? Oh my, I have so much more in store for you tonight." She paused for a second. "Did you know we're over halfway done with your treatment for tonight already? Such a shame that it goes so fast. But the best stuff is yet to come!"

Fleur was too far out to react. She heard the Mistress talk about "another round" to make her asshole even more tender for her, Jens, Jamie, and something else she didn't fully understand.

Marta indeed had some devious plans to continue the torture of Fleur's anal cavity long after this part of the show was done, but all was to be revealed in due time. For now, it was time to play another round of "fill the filthy whore hole with wax" and up for pouring was another jar, filled with bright red fluid wax.

Marta didn't handle this one herself, though. It was her slave boy Jens who wore similar gloves when he came back to the stage and carried a jar with another 20 fl.oz. over to the strapped down slave girl. He was followed by his partner Jaime, who was stroking his own rock hard big black monster cock.

Fleur was too occupied to notice it at the moment, but she would definitely realize at some point when she would watch this session back that all the stars had aligned for this show: a deviant young masochist with the perfect body, a brutal and experimental Mistress, not afraid to go to the darkest places of her fantasies and willing and able to take Fleur with her, and the supporting cast of two noble steeds: Jens and Jaime, obedient and limitless. Muscular slave boys selected by the Mistress for their stamina, willingness to serve and, of course, ridiculous cock size.

Both boys had already had the pleasure of fucking Fleur deep in two of her greedy slutty holes, but now it was time for something else. Marta had already discussed this setup way ahead of time, so her boys just performed what was asked of them, without exchanging words with their Mistress, who had discarded all the needles that she had just removed and was now fingering Fleur's mouth with her bloodied gloves as her boys got ready to do their thing.

It all happened very quickly. First Jens poured the contents of the second jar down Fleur's gaping and bleeding ass. The girl started wailing again as the hot wax filled her colon. Jens wasn't as precise as his Mistress and quite some wax spilled over her ass crack and pussy lips and ran down her abdomen. Before he had the chance to finish pouring everything down, Jaime moved in and positioned himself above Fleur, aligning his fully erect big black cock with her gaping ass and pushing it into her wax-filled hole.
Jaime grunted as his long and thick cock slid deep into Fleur's ass, displacing the hot fluid by splashing part of it out and over their bodies and pushing part of it into deeper depths of Fleur's insides.

The masochistic girl wailed and grunted with every thrust of Marta's slave boy's big black cock. He pounded his almost foot-long dick deep inside Fleur while the hot wax burned both himself and the girl he was destroying. Marta watched in ecstasy as she squeezed Fleur's nose shut and cupped Fleur's mouth to control her breathing. There was nothing better than two utterly depraved masochists performing her ultimate sadistic fantasies like this.

Jaime had stamina. This wasn't the easiest position to pound a girl in and he was hindered significantly by the stretcher on Fleur's sphincter and the toilet brush handle sticking out from between her sewn up labia. Nonetheless he rammed his hard cock as deep as he could, making a mess and  entertaining his mistress until she let go of Fleur's face and told him to stop, so she could admire the fruits of their labour.

He himself was covered in spatters of wax that had hardened on the skin of his groin, abs and legs. Fleur was also covered in red flakes of wax, which were way more visible on her light skin than on his. Small streams of blood ran down from her ass, both on the inside and outside and there was still quite some wax deep inside her hole.

Marta walked over to Fleur's other side and slapped her gloved hand down on the girl's gaping abused asshole. It evoked a slow moan from Fleur.

"Well, will you look at that? The greedy slut enjoyed that, can you believe it?"

The Mistress reached for the handle of the toilet brush that was still lodged deep inside Fleur's pussy against her cervix.
 
"You enjoyed that, my kitten, didn't you?" she asked as she played around with the handle of the brush. "Answer me, slut!"

"Yes, Mistress," Fleur produced during a long, low moan.

"Yes Mistress what?"

"Yes Mistress Marta, I enjoyed that very much!"

"Do you want more?" Marta wondered out loud. "Cause if you want more, you'll have to let the people know. It's their turn to have their way with you now! Tell them what you want!"

"Please use my ass more," Fleur started crying out. "I am a little pain slut for your entertainment and please use my body any way you want."

"Well, folks, if that isn't an invitation, I don't know what is. It's your turn now, make me do something special to her!"

With those words the third interactive segment of the night had officially started. Mistress Marta went back to her trolley table and both Jens and Jaime disappeared. As the chat room and bidding frenzy exploded online, a production assistant informed Marta that he would be back in three minutes with the results of the viewer requests.

The three minutes were a welcome break for Fleur, who was well over halfway through the show now. She was already brutally broken, but knew that the third and final setting of the session would be the most depraved sadistic nurse / maso patient role play, that much was certain. But the interactive tortures were still unknown variables. She concentrated on keeping her breathing steady and waited in her uncomfortable position until the show would continue.

Mistress Marta used the little break to just savor the moment. To simply enjoy the view and the realization that the best was still to come.

Three minutes fly by when you're having fun and before she knew it, the production assistant was back at her side with a print of the top three requests from the audience that had received the most financial backing. Marta studied the short descriptions that were listed in reverse order of popularity and listened to the notes the assistant gave her about the requests. Then they quickly started preparations for number three.

"My oh my, it looks like we have some extremely sick puppies in our audience tonight," Marta exclaimed as she went to work. Her first task was to cut the fishing line she previously used to stitch Fleur's outer labia together after she inserted the toilet brush inside her slave girl's pussy.

With Fleur's cunt and gaping ass so superbly exposed, this was an easy task and the Mistress quickly performed her duty. After the stitches were gone, the brush followed quickly, leaving Fleur empty with a gaping grated cunt.

No one needed to worry that her pussy would be neglected, though. The brush was almost immediately replaced with a spreader system identical to the one keeping Fleur's asshole stretched open. The four spreader pins went in deep and Marta opened them as wide as she could, creating a second massive gape.

Everyone watching the stream knew to what depraved depths this was going already, since the juicy details had been discussed in the group chat and bidding windows. But Fleur only realized how far things could and would go tonight when she felt her Mistress use another tool in the deepest parts of her body.

Marta looked down the opened gaping tube of Fleur's pussy and concentrated to slowly push another spreading device even deeper into her slave meat: she held a slim and slender two-pronged duckbill speculum, small in size, and pushed it slowly into the middle of the swollen purple os ring of Fleur's cervix!

Fleur herself didn't know or see what was happening exactly, but she felt a sensation she had not felt before and that made her more nauseous than she already was. Marta did just what she was instructed to do and pushed until most of the beak of the speculum had disappeared past Fleur's cervix into her uterus. Then she used the mechanism on the device to spread it open as far as it could.

Fleur cried and let out a long, low moan as the tiny speculum opened her up even more for the sick and twisted fantasies of the guys she was lending her body to. She now realized where this was probably going, but couldn't wrap her head around the idea yet. There was no way to prepare or brace for what was about to happen next, so she just waited for the inevitable to come, hoping she would pass out once more if needed, wishing she was making every twisted and horny viewer's sick fantasies come to life tonight.

Marta had discarded her gloves for the last few parts of the proceedings but had put them back on before she returned to her supply trolley, where the production assistant had already restocked the supply of wax jars over the three Bunsen burners when Marta had busied herself with opening up Fleur's pussy.

Marta couldn't believe what she was about to do, but there was no alternative, no option here. This wasn't something to draw out or tease, so she just picked up two of the jars filled with the fluid hot wax, green and dark red this time, and walked over to the star of this sadistic show.

The Mistress was a pro, and with a wicked smile she poured the contents of the two jars simultaneously deep into the two gaping holes she had created in Fleur's body, in one swift move. The masochist wasn't prepared for this third and most brutal burning at all. She screamed her lungs out as the hot wax leaked deep into her abused colon and perversely opened uterus simultaneously. She trashed in her bondage as much as her position allowed, but folded double like she was, it didn't help much and Marta kept pouring her torture fluids until both jars were empty and the last streams of wax overflowed her slave girl's pierced sphincter, leaving trails of wax running down her ass cheeks.

Before the last drops of the wax left their containers, the screaming and body trembling had stopped again. The immense pain deep inside her body had knocked Fleur out once again. Mistress Marta put her jars away before inspecting her latest handiwork. She discarded her gloves once again, and was handed a a medium sized braided flogger by the assistant. Marta paused for a second and inspected the instrument that she had just been given. Her jaw almost fell to the floor when she realized what she held in her hands. She made sure her own hands would touch nothing but the handle and walked back over to where Fleur's limp body was curled up in her uncomfortable position.

Once again she had the production assistant wake her slave girl up with his effective smelling salts. This was no fun with an unconscious slab of meat. Fleur opened her eyes again, but was so groggy it didn't seem like she knew where she was. Marta didn't wait for her to adjust, but took a strategic position not too far from the bondage table where she could put a good swing in her arm and she smacked the many braided strands of her whip down on Fleur's filled holes.

This was no ordinary braided flogger at all. Not one of its nine strands was made of thin leather strips, everything was made of metal, including the sharp diamond-shaped tips of every serrated strand that featured a small spiked ball on top. Lovingly nicknamed "The Cutter", this was a fan favorite at LiveTabooTorture and it had reached the #2 spot during the interactive bidding segment.

Marta's job was to smack it down on top of Fleur's exposed holes three times and a further seven times on her buttocks and upper thighs. The first strike already showed why the instrument was aptly named: its sharp serrated strands and spiked balls cut into every piece of skin they came into contact with and with just one strike Marta had created several cuts and puncture wounds that started bleeding instantly.

Fleur underwent this latest torture with another long and slow moan, she still was struggling to wrap her mind around what was happening inside of her pussy and ass. Her brain was overloaded with stimuli and apart from nausea and a massive headache, she couldn't really distinguish what was happening, how and where.

Three smacks with the cutter had sliced the girl's skin in several places on her pubic mound, outer labia and buttocks and the subsequent bleeding was more intense than Marta had anticipated, with several streams of blood running down Fleur's abdomen and thighs. Marta hoped some of that bleeding would stop, simply because she still needed to work with parts of Fleur's pussy in the last segment of the show, and she wouldn't be happy if these wounds made her work harder later on. But that was stuff she would worry about later if needed, she didn't need Fleur's thighs and ass cheeks after this part, so she concentrated on giving them a good beating with this cruel and deviously effective instrument.

It didn't even take three smacks on Fleur's thighs to slice her skin into a bloody pulp. Streams of blood ran down from wherever Marta smacked the metal braids down and it made a fucking big mess by the time the tenth and final strike rained down on a sobbing Fleur. Her whole body including her face was now covered in spatters, drops and streams of blood. Even though most of the wounds were fairly superficial, the visual impact of the Cutter was enormous and the audience loved every minute of it.
It wasn't the end of part two, though. There was still one more thing to do before Marta and Fleur could move on to the third and final playroom of the night. And that was the #1 request from this second interactive segment. Marta handed the bloodied flogger back to the production assistant and glanced over her piece of paper again. This one required a little bit of cleanup before she could perform the most popular request.

Marta started with Fleur's ass; the wax had fully hardened by now and the Mistress used her fingers to loosen the material from the spreader device that still kept Fleur's asshole nicely dilated. She then used some small prongs to grab and pull out the wax cast of Fleur's colon. Surprisingly, most of the cast remained in one piece and Marta slowly pulled it out and placed it next to Fleur on the bondage platform. She used the prongs to grab two more smaller parts of wax that had remained in Fleur's colon, but with those removed, the stretched hole appeared as pink and clean again as it was at the start of this session.
Fleur's filled cunt was a different story. It appeared that it was basically impossible for Marta to remove the wax as a one-piece cast, and she removed several parts before she could reach the small speculum keeping Fleur's cervix open. The thing was totally covered in wax and it cost Marta considerable effort to clean it up to the point where she could close its beak enough to pull the instrument out. Fleur lost it again at this moment with the stretching device being ripped out of her tormented cervical os. The speculum was out and with it, it had taken most of the wax that had made it so deep into Fleur's pussy that it had entered her uterus.

The Mistress left both other spreading devices in place, leaving Fleur still stretched open for the viewers to enjoy. Then it was time for audience torture #3, for which the production assistant wheeled in a device that had not been used on LiveTabooTorture for a while. User MephistophelesOfMayhem had proposed its use, much to the delight and fear of the club's longtime regulars, who had seen the legendary torture tool in action just twice in the last eight years of LTT and its previous incarnations.

It was called the "Picana Roulette" and it was a devious one-of-a-kind electronic masterpiece of torture tinkering: a portable device featuring tons of lights, a settings panel and four electrical rods. The lights were all for show, the panel to set the machine's voltage and current, and the rods were modified picanas: cattle prods or shock rods, depending on where you're from. Long, thin copper rods with two electrodes at their tips, with rubber handles at the opposing end. Whoever designed this machine had only one thing in mind, as was shown by the settings for voltage and current, which were humorously labeled "high",  "&" and "fry". No one knew for sure if there was an actual difference between any of the settings, this machine was just brutal in its delivery of pain.

Most newer viewers didn't know this contraption, so its sponsor Mephistopheles had to explain that it was a beefed up multiple cattle prod setup with extremely high voltages for maximum pain and moderate current to limit damage, delivered to one or more of its four rods at random on contact. His suggestion quickly gained some heavy endorsement from financial backers and eventually made it to the #1 spot of this second interactive segment of the night.

So since there were four electrical rods, Marta enlisted the help of both of her slave boys again. She herself of course wielded two of the rods, while both Jens and Jaime held one each. The decorative lights on the machine blinked like a disco ball while the three torturers took their positions around Fleur.

The Mistress was in charge of shocking Fleur's exposed ass, pussy and thighs, while her two slaves followed her directions and moved to the side so they could access Fleur's still bound tits in her curled-up position.

"Na, los! Zusammen!" she tasked the both of them to press their rods down into the sides of Fleur's bound tits. The blood-covered girl convulsed as much as she had room to spasm when the electrodes of the torture rods hit her already burned skin and she shrieked at the top of her lungs.

Jens and Jaime pulled back, leaving small round burn wounds where their rods had touched her tits.

"Noch ein Mal!"

They repeated the process with similar results, pulling more screams and sobs from Fleur, who was seriously disoriented at this point. She was alive, barely conscious, but nowhere near alert and awake while her torturers continued shocking her limp blood-stained body.

Jens and Jaime got the green light from their Mistress to shock Fleur's torso at will while she tended to the specifics of the audience request. She could have started by pressing the electrical tips of her picanas against the girl's thighs or pubic mound, but instead the torture rods had already found their way inside her two holes that were still stretched open.
If it happened by accident or not was not fully clear, but when both rods were each a few inches deep, Fleur's body started spasming uncontrollably again from shocks delivered by Jens and Jaime and their picanas. Marta pressed her own rods down a little more and when their tips hit the girl's cervix and deep inside of her colon, the electrical current proved too much to handle for Fleur and she went knock-out again.

Despite a cry from the chat room to wake her up and do another round of picana torture, Marta and the producers had agreed that the use of this Picana Roulette device would stop as soon as Fleur would pass out. This was her third loss of consciousness in a short period of time and even though this was the nature of the site and their productions, everyone agreed that prolonged electrical torture would pose too many risks, even for LTT.

So when it was apparent that Fleur had checked out for a third time, one of the production assistants shut down the power of the Picana Roulette and the video feed switched from the live view to a short compilation of highlights of the show so far. This gave everyone some time to get ready and move on to the third and final act of the night.

Fleur was out and remained unconscious while Marta removed the two spreading devices from her pussy and ass and pulled the needles from her sphincter. When the instruments and piercings were out of her holes, Marta signaled one of the producers, who sent one of the stage hands to free Fleur's body from the uncomfortable bondage position she was in. He and Marta un-rolled her body, so that she was down on her back again and could be easily carried over to a hospital stretch bed on wheels that they had brought in.

Marta then quickly made her way over to her dressing room, where she changed into her special outfit for this last role play. Meanwhile, production finished everything for a smooth transition to Act 3.

There was no need to clean up this room, because the third and final act of this torture session would take place in another space next door, totally custom designed by the production team over the last few weeks to Marta's specific wishes. And LiveTabooTorture didn't disappoint. When the compilation video ended, the viewers of the stream were treated to a live view of the still unconscious Fleur being wheeled on an ambulance bed into the spacious torture room of her and her Mistress' fantasies.