Fleur II: Wrecked

LiveTabooTorture had really outdone themselves with the third and final room of tonight's session. Their producers were captivated by the ideas and suggestions that Marta had brought to them and they went all-out on creating the quintessential dank, dark and dirty mental asylum-meets-medical ward of any sick sadist or masochist's dream. This room was not meant to be used once, it was a setup that was intended to be used, if only as a backdrop, in many future live streams. Its inaugural session tonight, though, would be an instant classic, a reference point, so to speak, because of the unique mix of its ingredients.

The room was pretty spacious, if only to accommodate the cameras and lights for the video production on one long end of the room. Three fourths of the walls here were constructed and decorated to 1900's / 1910's hospital perfection, complete with contemporary tiling, ornamental woodwork and decorations. Of course the space remained located in a large warehouse used as a video production studio, so the "room" didn't have an actual ceiling and it was all make-believe, but everything that was visible on camera breathed the atmosphere of a century old hospital.

The long wall featured the classic ceramic tiling and had several high but shallow cabinets with glass doors on the left side near the entrance. The cabinets were filled with vintage medical equipment and paraphernalia from a century ago. To the right was a wide white ceramic basin, complete with working faucets and running water. In the corner stood a blood bag stand for IV-drip, complete with actual drip bags. From the ceiling hung the characteristic umbrella-shaped lights that were frequently used in hospital rooms at the time. Several trolley tables stocked with a mixture of vintage and modern operating tools were scattered around the room, but the main attraction and centerpiece of it all was a genuine Professor Alexander Hugh Ferguson operating table / chair from the early 1900's, complete with stirrups, leather straps, head clamp and a few other modifications that Mistress Marta would expertly abuse over the remaining part of her session with Fleur.

Fleur was wheeled in on her ambulance bed, still unconscious, and she quite frankly looked like a bloody mess. Even though most of her cuts had been superficial and already stopped bleeding, the whipping with The Cutter had created a visual image that was way more disturbing than the actual damage to her body.

Her now dark purple tits were a different story, though. Still tied off tightly at their base with elastic rope, they had been bound for quite a while now, bruised, skewered and quite literally burned. Just like her screwed ass, they'd need immediate medical attention and who would be better qualified to give it to her than Nurse Marta?

The Mistress entered the room when the two production assistants carried Fleur from her ambulance bed to the operating table. Marta was dressed in a red latex dress covered with a small red leather and PVC corset featuring a black cross in a white circle on the front. The dress created a nice cleavage, even though her breasts were pretty small in size. She wore knee-high white leather boots with the most amazing heels and matching white gloves latex that ran up to her upper arms. She had picked the gloves to replace the hand wraps that came with the dress and featured the same cross logo, because the wraps were constantly sliding off. She couldn't have any of that during the session tonight and opted for her tried and true white gloves instead. The tight fitting sexy garments showed that Fleur was not the only one with a banging body in the room, and even though the outfit was nowhere near contemporary with the room, it served its purpose well for this session.

The sexy nurse Mistress watched as the production assistants secured Fleur's body to the operating table. The table consisted of a horizontal slab made of of three adjustable panels with metal rails along their sides that could be configured anywhere between a horizontal table and a chair. Right now, the two leftmost panels were set to their horizontal mode and the right panel, which consisted of two halves so that both legs of the patient could be raised or lowered separately, was tilted down at a 45 degree angle.

Fleur was placed on her back on the two leftmost panels, the first of which featured an adjustable head clamp, which went, for now, loosely around her head.

Her wrists were fitted with thick leather strapped cuffs and secured to a ring at the high end of the metal bars along the top of the three slabs on the table, a little above her head, so that her ribcage was nicely stretched and her tits were on display. Her legs were hoisted over the stirrups, so that the bloody mess of her abused pussy, ass and upper thighs were once again on display and very accessible. The stirrups also featured leather straps that were securely tightened around Fleur's legs, so she wouldn't have any room to move.

The assistants' jobs were done and they left the room for now. Marta would call one of them in to wake Fleur up once again, but first she busied herself with preparing the girl for the start of her hardcore medical play. She untied Fleur's bulging breasts, but left the skewers through her areolas, before fitting another anchor point for her masochist's body: her head.
 
Marta fixed up Fleur's high pony tail, because her hair had kind of been ruined when Jens and Jaime facefucked her previously and the Mistress didn't want any strands of hair to get in the way. She positioned the girl's pretty but dirty face straight up and started tightening the four pins that would secure Fleur's head to the table. The pins featured small leather caps at their tips, so they could be driven against her head with quite some force, keeping it in position no matter what, but not actually doing any damage to the skin themselves.

Marta had spread her attention all over Fleur's body throughout the session, starting with the brutal and destructive whipping of the front and especially the back of the girl's torso, leaving bruises and welts that most likely would turn into permanent scars. Marta wanted to use virtually all parts of her slaves' bodies and she wanted them to last long during a session. She could probably push twenty meat skewers through a girl's' breasts in less than five minutes, but what would be the fun in that? Marta rather savored the moments and built up her tortures, revisiting body parts and letting them experience periods of relative rest for a while. Fleur's asshole, for example, needed some rest for what Marta planned for it eventually. Her pussy, though covered in blood and tortured inside with hot wax and the toilet brush, had not even been touched other than when its outer lips had been sewn closed. Marta saved all the rest that she had planned for last, and because those parts of Fleur's body had seen some type of use already, she shifted her attention, for now at least, somewhere else.

When the girl's head was sufficiently secured by the head clamp's pins, Marta pulled both sides of a wide leather belt around Fleur's throat and neck. The belt, about four inches wide, actually ran through the panel under Fleur and when Marta closed its clasp at the front, this served as another anchor point for the body. Granted, the strap could have been tightened more, but Marta expected the current setup and restraints to be sufficiently terrifying or exciting for her masochist to wake up to, more devious ways to secure her body would be applied later.

Marta gave her signal to the producers and one of the assistants returned to the room to administer his effective smelling salts to once again wake Fleur up from her unconscious state. She remained groggy and disoriented as she opened her eyes, unable to move and in a different environment than before.

The Mistress leaned over and welcomed  her masochist back to the show: "Welcome back, Kitten, relax, you're in good hands!" she started. Part of Fleur's brain panicked because she woke up restrained and unable to move, another part started racing because she was instantly aware of where she was and that play time was not over yet. Her body was sore and hurt everywhere, especially her breasts, but this position, despite her inability to move an inch, was the most comfortable so far tonight.

Unable to move her head, Fleur let her eyes glide across the room to the best of her ability. Had she not been so restrained and so nauseous, she would have enjoyed the sight even more than she did now. The old asylum look, paired with the sexy sick nurse as her Mistress had her heart racing with excitement and fear in no time. Slowly, she came back to life and she started to act her part as well, straining against her bonds and arching her back as much as she could, pushing her aching breasts up a little.

Some girls dreamed of growing up to be successful in school and business, others of being the prettiest trophy wife on earth, or of different things entirely and everything in between. Even though she had just turned 20, Fleur felt like she had checked box one and two of that list already, graduating from college at the age of 19 with a business degree and finding the love of her life in a man almost twice her age. Even though they were not married, she felt pride in acting like his trophy wife and she did her best to be his perfect princess by day and his ultimate slut at night. And having been that slut already for years before she met him, she had fantasized a lot about a role play such as the one she found herself in right now. She had masturbated herself to ecstatic orgasms countless nights, thinking about herself, restrained on a hospital bed, abused grotesquely like she was simply a piece of meat to be carved up... hell, in her darkest private recesses of her mind, she had even taken it a several notches up quite a few times, imagining herself at the hands of a sick and depraved master or mistress, depending on her mood, who would even perform autopsy-like procedures on her, cutting her open and fucking her bleeding body.
But while some of those most brutal masochistic fantasies would remain just that, fantasies, Marta and Fleur had discussed some disturbingly sick videos that they had both viewed and enjoyed and that had aroused or inspired them for tonight. This session was going to end in an over-the-top crazy way and both women knew it.

The Mistress saw the life stir back into Fleur and started talking to her, giving her the chance to display her seriously masochistic nature once more.

"Oh my little pain slut, my crazy Kitten, are you ready for more?"

Fleur arched her back once more and slowly hissed "Yessss Misssssstressss, pleassssse!"

Marta didn't care that statements like that alienated some viewers who lost their appetite if a girl or woman was "willing" to undergo the tortures that were dished out on her. She found it to be ultra sexy and empowering to meet specimens like Fleur: strong, independent and disgustingly masochistic to the point of flagrant self-harm. Here was a pain slut who had no shame, no reserves and who had consented to a no limits treatment and had literally asked for scars this very afternoon.

"I am here to fix you up, your body seems bruised an battered, but you have come to the right hospital to get some medical treatment, I will take care of all your wounds and fix you right up!"

The Mistress had already worked on the majority of Fleur's body, but she had something new planned for the start of this final act. She walked over to the trolley table closest to her and picked up a metal bar that was shaped like a low and wide U. It was a crossbar that could be mounted horizontally over the full width of the operating table in several spots and then adjusted for height. This bar went over Fleur's head, her mouth rather, to be precise, and Marta lowered it to about six inches above Fleur's lips after she installed it on the furniture.

"Stick out that lovely tongue of yours, dear," she asked in passing as she turned back around to her supplies. "Let's start our checkup there."

Fleur did what she was told and stuck her magnificent long tongue as far out of her mouth as she could. Marta returned quickly with a forceps and grabbed Fleur's fellatio muscle to hold it in place and maybe pull it out some more.

"Damn, was this magnificent creature DNA-programmed for freaky sex?" the Mistress wondered in her thoughts. Without any hesitation or warning she proceeded to pull Fleur's tongue straight and she pushed a large fish hook through middle of the front part of the girl's tongue. Fleur made some noise as the hook went through, but it was not much. The fish hook had a foot or two of fishing line attached to it and Marta discarded her forceps and started tying the fishing line to the horizontal bar that she had just installed above her slave girl.

"Damn, what a freakish tongue you have, I just need to inspect it to make sure everything is okay with it. The Mistress faked an examination, but was truly impressed by the size and length of the massage muscle this girl carried in her mouth.

"Where has this long thing been?" She continued her monologue, knowing that Fleur was unable to answer. "I bet it's been in some very disgusting places!" Marta ran her gloved fingers up and down the stretched tongue muscle and started interviewing her patient.

"Answer me by blinking your eyes, and be honest. Two blinks for 'no', one blink for 'yes'. Do you understand?"

Fleur blinked once.

"Have you been a dirty girl with your tongue in the past week and used it for anything other than speaking and tasting?"

Again, Fleur blinked once.

"What then? Have you sucked any cocks with it?"

Another single blink. Fleur had three cocks in the last week, first her boyfriend's and now Jens' and Jaime's.

"Anything else?"

Fleur blinked again. Anyone who had had the privilege of being alone and intimate with this girl over the past few years, knew a real signature blow job by her wasn't just your dick in her mouth, unless that's what you explicitly told her to do. If you simply gave her free reign and let her do her own sloppy thing, you'd feel her tongue everywhere from trying to tip-fuck your pee hole to full on deep French kisses with your asshole while she stroked your cock.

Marta didn't need to know the details; the simple nod was enough to proceed. "Let's kill some germs off that tongue then and sterilize it so that you don't bring home any nasty diseases,"'she laughed as she returned to her supplies.

The Mistress produced the two parts of a flat screw-on clamp and placed them around Fleur's tongue, pressed the device down between the girls's teeth and tightened the wing nuts that compressed the two sides, trapping the base of the tongue in between. With the wet muscle clamped and stretched like that, Marta was ready to eliminate some of the germs she was talking about.
"You know what kills most bacteria?" she asked out loud again as she turned once more to fetch something from her supplies. "Heat." "And when I'm not satisfied with that, I'll have to use some very vintage medical practices to heal that cocksucking muscle!"
The Mistress lighted two new black candles, similar in shape and size to the ones she had wielded before, and started dripping their hot wax down on Fleur's clamped and stretched tongue. The girl, who had already enough trouble swallowing her saliva in the position she was in with her immobilized head and tongue, closed her eyes and made some noises that vaguely resembled screams when the first hot drops of wax hit her freshly pierced tongue.

Fleur couldn't move even an inch. She closed her eyes, afraid that some of the wax might fall into them with the candles so close to her face. Marta first aimed for her tongue, but several drops of wax fell down randomly in and around her mouth and the Mistress started to like the chaotic pattern that was starting to form. The start of Fleur's facial torture terrified her. Her face had never really been played with and Fleur thought that Marta would surely not just immobilize her entire head for just some hot wax on her tongue.

She was right. When the mistress was satisfied with a thick layer of hardened wax on the girl's stretched tongue and several drops, strands and other configurations in her mouth and on and around her lips, she killed the flames and discarded the candles by placing them on Fleur's reddened and welted abdomen. A quick turn to her supplies produced a long and thin riding crop with a leather tip.

"Let's get that wax off and see if we have a negative result for bacteria on your tongue," Marta kept her one-sided conversation going. She then skillfully employed the crop to smack off parts of the hardened wax, making several strands break off and fly away and making others fall down into Fleur's mouth.
 
The Mistress knew how to wield a crop. The leather tip of the instrument flicked back and forth against the top and bottom of the girl's stretched tongue, landed exactly against her lips and expertly got rid of most of the wax in no time. Nurse Marta used her gloved fingers to remove whatever bigger pieces of wax had dropped inside her mouth and was ready to continue her examination.

"I'm not sure that has done the trick," the Mistress continued speaking. "Looks like there are still tons of bacteria there that will take some more extreme measures to get rid of, but then again, what did I expect from a filthy sex doll like you?"
Fleur was in no position to answer, but Marta wasn't waiting for a reply either. "Let's do a thorough examination" she said, "I'm going to identify the different bacteria that are still on your filthy tongue, and every single one I find will be punished with a needle going through, starting at the tip and then working my way down."

Fleur had fear in her eyes. She was able to count the amount of times she had sharps pushed through her tongue on the fingers of one hand and she had no fond memories of any of the occasions on which those piercings had happened. Granted, the last session with Elsa was over-the-top and grotesque and it had turned her on tremendously to submit to her Mistress' depraved fantasies, but when the skewers went through her tongue, it had hurt more than she anticipated and it was not a pleasant kind of pain.

"I'm afraid this works kind of like the witch hunts in the old days," Marta explained as she picked up a metal tray from her supplies. "Seven is the lucky number and I have seven needles here, running up in gauge from 22 gauge to 10 gauge, skipping a thickness each time. Each one is tied to a filthy bacterium that your busy tongue may possess and the only way to find out if you have it, is to stick in through your tongue and watch closely to see if it bleeds. If it does, that means that you're a carrier and we'll have to take appropriate measures to cure you."

The mistress pushed the first of seven hypodermic needles out of the strip they came in and unsheathed the one of 22 gauge featuring a dark gray cap. "This one is kind of pointless," Marta started. "But it will go through the thick part of your filthy tongue anyway, now hold still!" She used the gloved fingers from her left hand to flatten Fleur's stretched tongue and pushed the fairly thin needle through sideways through the girl's tongue, as low as she could push it. Fleur already had trouble swallowing her own saliva in her current position and just made a weird, loud noise as the needle slowly slid through her tongue. "See, it bleeds," the Mistress remarked. "but I already suspected you'd have a case of Verpa lambita since you sucked my guys' cocks, so that's not really a surprise."

Marta continued her way down the strip of needles from her supplies and opened the next one. The second needle from the strip was a little thicker at 20 gauge and featured a yellow cap. "This one will detect the bacterium cunnus lambitus, if it's present. Let's see." With another swift move, the needle was placed against the side of Fleur's tongue and slowly pushed through until its sharp tip broke through on the other side to some renewed cries of the girl. There was less blood than with the first one, and the thin metal rod sat about a quarter of an inch above the lowest needle.

"Haven't eaten any pussy in a while?" Marta asked out loud. Fleur didn't respond, of course. Curiously enough, it was as if the blood produced by the needles did correspond to real life, or maybe it was all highly coincidental. It had been almost two months since Fleur last had eaten pussy, so oddly enough, this seemed to fit.

Marta knew there was still a lot to be done in this third act of iTorture XXXtreme, so she kept a good pace to what she was doing and had already unwrapped another slightly thicker pink-capped needle of 18 gauge. "I'm sure this next test will also show just a little presence of landica liggurita, since that is a bacterium you get from sucking clit. And indeed, while the third needle evoked more wailing sounds from Fleur, this one, while pretty thick already, just produced a small stream of blood that mixed with the pool of saliva in the back of Fleur's mouth.
 
The mistress continued her bacteria tests with a white-capped 16G needle allegedly for culus lambitus (asslicking) and an orange-capped 14G needle for semen ligguritus (sucking semen) and drew considerably more blood as she got closer to the hooked tip of Fleur's tongue. There were two more to go. "Thicker needles, for more filthy bacteria," as Marta described them. She was now handling a silver-capped 12G, supposedly to bring 'urina liggurita' to light, a bacterium contracted when sucking piss.

This was the second to last needle to be threaded through Fleur's tongue. And even though the tissue closer to the tip was not as wide, it definitely bled more profusely than the previous pins and also evoked much louder noises from the masochist than before. The girl was struggling with the saliva and blood pooling in the back of her throat, not being able to move her tongue to facilitate swallowing the fluids.

"Oh poor thing, I should have known you carried so many of these filthy bacteria, I know just the thing to rid you of them, just you wait a little longer." With those words, the Mistress flashed forward to the many things she still had in store before the night was up. Right now, the last thing to attend to was the 10G. This one, like the previous needle, didn't have a colored cap, but was fully made out of stainless steel. Marta enlightened everyone that this one was used to detect the bacterium 'sanguis ligguritus', contracted when licking or sucking someone's blood.

No-one knew where Marta had come up with these names, which even sounded like they could've been made-up on the spot. But no-one really cared either. Everyone just watched as the seventh and thickest ones of the set of needles went through Fleur's tongue like a hot knife through butter. Of course there was blood. Quite a lot of it. The mistress now had inserted her sharp pins, but was not yet done with the lecture to her slave girl. "Now, now, filthy little slut... been licking and sucking all kinds of nasty things, haven't we?" she asked rhetorically. If Fleur hadn't been dealing with the pain and blood from this pretty nasty examination, she would have chuckled at the thought, realizing how dead-on this silly made-up game actually was.

 
She had been doing all these things with her tongue, that was for sure. But as her Mistress was about to state the obvious, it dawned on Fleur too that it'd be a while before those things would be possible again. "You know, dear," Marta continued, "it's really a shame, but you'll have to give those things up for a few weeks at least. Your tongue is going to be so sore and painful with every move for a while and I'm going to prescribe you a rinse with hydrogen peroxide at least twice a day for the next two weeks to keep it somewhat clean. I'll remove those pins later, cool that filthy tongue and bandage it, but you have to take care of it, you hear me?"

Fleur had no idea yet. She had felt the immense pain of especially the first couple of needles that her Mistress had threaded through the thickest parts of her tongue, but she had no clue how this little treatment would affect her daily life for weeks to come, as would the rest of this act.

Marta was done with the needles and done with Fleur's face, but she left all the pins in the girl's tongue, because the removal of the pins would unleash blood mayhem in Fleur's mouth and this was not the time to deal with that, that would come after the cameras stopped running.

Audience comments in the site's chat room indicated it was time to pick up the pace and show the viewers some of what they called 'interesting' tortures, since the tongue treatment clearly wasn't everybody's cup of tea. Marta had enjoyed every second of it, however, and she had certainly pushed Fleur's limits with it. But she wasn't here to disappoint. And although she never read the comments in the chat room, she moved on to the second part of this third act, which was surely going to please the viewers.

"Okay, dear," she segued into the next part of her performance, "that's it for the examination of your tongue. Now we've got the infections out of the way, let's look at the injuries with which they brought you into my operating room."

Marta ran her gloved fingers from Fleur's lips down her throat and over her chest, tracing between her heavily abused tits down her ribcage to her deep belly button. The girl's skin only had a few untouched patches. Like the exquisitely whipped young women in the well-known Elite Pain videos, almost every inch of her torso was covered in shallow cuts and dark purple stripes from her brutal caning and whipping. "I'm going to work my way down," the Mistress enlightened her masochist, "starting with those magnificent tits of yours."

It was true. Even in their current abused state with the girl lying down, everyone could see their youthful magnificence. Full and firm, slightly bigger than you'd expect based on her slender frame, Fleur's breasts were already stapled, pierced, bruised and burnt, but they had hardly seen the amount of play that they were used to during Mistress Elsa's sessions. That was about to change, though, as Mistress Marta had saved the best for last. The domme had been strict and pretty relentless all the way through the session so far, but now the session had arrived at her specialty, medical torture, she would surely wow her audience once more.

The two production assistants briefly made an appearance again, carrying in two rectangular metal frames and mounting them onto the operating table. They placed the frames vertically over Fleur's chest and left as quickly as they came, leaving Marta to finish the installation. The Mistress had used these frames many times before. Their mounting system was highly flexible and worked with nuts and bolts that could be used to raise or lower the frames as well as pull them apart or tighten them together. Marta now lowered the frames until the first of them rested on Fleur's chest, right at the top side of her beautiful tits and the second one hit her ribcage at the underside of her tits.

Within a minute or so, both bottom bars of the frames were compressing Fleur's tits at their base. Marta used three long bolts with wing nuts to tighten the bars, one right between the girl's breasts and two on the ends of the bars. It seemed like the frames had evenly spaced holes to accommodate these kinds of bolts all around them, something that would prove to be very handy later on. Marta's gloved hands grabbed and pulled on Fleur's breasts, making sure she got as much of them above the bottom bars of the frames that were pressing against the girl's chest. She totally disregarded the U-shaped nails that were embedded in Fleur's tits, but she kept a keen eye on the four thick skewers that pierced the areolas, making sure she wouldn't accidentally cut her gloves on their sharp ends. When the Mistress was satisfied with the amount of tit meat that she managed to pull through, she started tightening the two bottom bars together even more, using pliers to tighten the wing nuts as much as she could, alternating between left, right and middle.

Fleur already cried when Marta squeezed, manipulated and pulled on her aching tits, but went into a sobbing frenzy as the mistress tightened the bottom bars of the frames together as close as she could. The tightening of the bars at the base made her tits bulge like flattened balloons and the pressure pushed streams of blood out of the majority of the puncture wounds. But what probably hurt the most was the cold hard steel pressing relentlessly into the burnt underside of her tits, grating and compressing the blistered skin like a damaged grape in a nutcracker.

Marta made it look like a routine procedure and immediately showed her operating room audience why she used these adjustable rectangular frames to clamp off her masochist's tits instead of just single bars. She placed a supply tray on Fleur's toned but striped and welted abdomen and picked up the first of six lengths of suture thread that were prepared for her. What happened next would be centerpiece torture in the more brutal torture porn you'd find online these days, but for this extreme session, it was just part of the general preparation. The mistress quickly and skillfully used her surgical pliers and pushed three of the curved needles with the suture thread through the nubs of Fleur's still untouched nipples and pulled the thread to their halfway point, so equal lengths of thread were available on both sides before she discarded the curved needles. She then pulled the ends of thread together on each side, pulled them over the top of the metal frame and tied them together in a little knot, first pulling the girl's left nipple up, then the right. And while the suture thread itself now already stretched Fleur's nipples up and away from her bulging tits, Marta was not done yet. She turned two small discs on the top bar of the frame to increase the height of the top bar, effectively stretching the nipples even more to their max with the surgical thread.

Fleur knew that things were about to get even more serious now, she had seen the feeds and knew those girls who went before her ended up way more wrecked than she currently was. With her pierced tongue stretched out of her mouth and her nipples pierced and pulled away from her compressed and bulging breasts, she braced herself for what obviously was going to be a heavy dose of tit torture on her already mangled breasts. Mistress Marta had previously left all piercings in Fleur's tits, just to prevent the girl from bleeding all over the place. But now she was nicely restrained in the medical ward, it would be nice to add some extreme visual effects.

The Mistress picked up her medical pliers that she used to thread the suture needles through Fleur's nipples and grabbed the top of one of the many U-shaped nails that she previously shot into the girl's breasts with her staple gun. It didn't take a lot of effort to pull the nail out and Marta discarded it into the metal tray that was still resting on Fleur's abdomen, bobbing up and down like a small boat at open sea with every repeated fast breath that she took. The nail left two puncture marks next to Fleur's areola, and two small drops of blood formed before running down her stretched tit in a tiny stream to her ribcage.

Marta spent a minute or two quietly picking out all the staples, fourteen of them in total, just enjoying the sight of the small trickles of blood running down those magnificent tits, which, for now, were totally hers. Even though there was a very limited amount of blood trickling out of the puncture wounds, just the amount of little streams made it seem a thousand times worse. Every time Marta pulled out a staple, it stung a little, but Fleur was in no considerable amount of pain from it and she could obviously not see what was going on exactly, so her breathing steadied and she actually calmed down a bit. Her rest was short-lived, though. Marta removed the metal tray from the girl's abdomen and placed it on the bottom shelf of her supply trolley. She picked up another one of her torture tools and turned back around to her masochist, who was in for another 'treatment'.

"You, know, my dear, what they used in the old times to get rid of those filthy bacteria that we found in your body?" Marta fired off another pointless question that would remain unanswered. "I guess you have no idea, but you will find out right now."
The Mistress carefully placed the razor sharp tip of her new toy, a surgical scalpel, right under the areola of Fleur's left breast and slowly made a shallow cut of about two inches down to the girl's rib cage. Fleur felt the sharp stinging pain of the cut and she shrieked, which resulted in a weird guttural sound as she coughed on the still pooling saliva in her mouth and throat. Another small stream of blood ran down her stretched tit, over the clamping bar, onto her ribcage and to the side of her abdomen.

"This is a technique called 'bloodletting'," The Mistress informed her. Fleur, never the history buff, or medical expert for that matter, had no idea what Marta was talking about, and quite frankly, she couldn't care less at this point. "I'm going to let the bad stuff out of your body with a few cuts here and there. But don't you worry, my Kitten, I will close those nasty gashes right up for you. You came to the right nurse."

Marta laughed. Fleur tried to brace herself for what was coming. She was slightly disappointed that she couldn't really see anything her Mistress was doing. A big part of her excitement for this session was that her longtime fantasies of being at the mercy of a sexually sadistic nurse would finally come to life. Earlier today they had promised her that she would be able to watch her nurse and enjoy the sadomasochistic anticipation of her every move, but that clearly wasn't the case here with her head strapped down like this.

Marta placed he gloved fingers on both sides of the fresh cut she made down Fleur's left breast and squeezed. More blood trickled out. "Hmm, I don't think I cut that one quite deep enough to get the filthiest bacteria out, let's try another one." The Mistress then moved her attention to Fleur's other breast and placed the sharp tip of her cutting tool right against the areola on the right side. "Let's go a little deeper here," she said and pushed the tip of her scalpel into Fleur's flesh. Again the masochist cried, even though her grotesque position didn't really allow her to. Marta was not planning to remove the needles from her tongue until the end of the session and every time Fleur responded to her mistress' treatments, it turned into moans and coughs more than anything else.

This second cut was considerably deeper and even though the girl's clamped and stretched breasts were already covered in blood, it was very apparent that this new cut bled a lot more than any of the previous punctures. A quick inspection by Marta with her gloved fingers confirmed that the gash was several millimeters deep over its length of almost two inches. But there was no panic. This was exactly as the Mistress intended and she slowly exchanged her scalpel for another string of surgical suture thread. Professional and deliberate she started closing the gash that she had just created, stitching slowly but securely with a more or less singular interrupted stitching pattern, working her way down from the areola.

"See how I take care of you?" Marta addressed her masochist once again. She glanced over at Fleur's head, which was still as immobilized as when she tightened the pins of the medical head clamp at the start of this third act. "Oh my, I almost forgot!" The Mistress seemed genuinely startled and sorry and she immediately gestured to the off-screen production team when she realized she forgot the monitor that was promised to Fleur this afternoon.  

"I'm so sorry dear, I just realized you couldn't see how I take care of you, but we're going to fix that right now." One of the production assistants made his way over to Marta and she quickly informed him about the monitor, which had been waiting backstage. He hurried back where he came from and together with his colleague, he brought in a flatscreen monitor on a stand. They placed it on the opposite side of the operation table from where Marta was working, and positioned the screen right above Fleur's head, tilting it so that she had an excellent viewing angle.

"Now, isn't that better?" The Mistress bent down and brought her head close to Fleur's, looking at the screen, which showed a wide angle shot, slightly from above, centering just under the girl's clamped tits. "See what I did there? It's nicely stitched up again." Marta paused for a few seconds, looking back and forth between the monitor and Fleur's face. So sorry that you missed all the action. But don't worry. I'll do another one, just for you! Watch!"

With a wicked wide smile, she straightened herself and picked up her beloved scalpel. She placed its tip once more against Fleur's left breast, right under the areola, about an inch to the left of the first cut. The razor sharp tool sank into the flesh and the Mistress dragged it down to create another bleeding gash to the soundtrack of a wailing masochist. Fleur had followed Marta's every move on screen since it was put in place and she couldn't believe what was happening was real. If the pain wasn't so overwhelming, she'd be able to concentrate much better on the whole setup. The stunning Nurse Mistress in white latex, herself as the victim of medical torture, the dank and dark vintage hospital setting... it all aroused Fleur at least as much as it scared her and she was getting a strong craving for a rock hard cock inside her.

But alas, that part of the session was over and Mistress Marta had other things in store for her now. Blood was seeping out of the new cut down the girl's breast and the Mistress had already picked up another needle and thread to stitch up the fresh wound. She took her time with another set of single stitches down the length of the gash and closed it up perfectly.

"Good, good," she continued her story. "I think the treatment is working." She walked back and forth again between her supply trolley and Fleur, gathering her things for whatever she had planned next. Everything she collected went into another metal tray that was placed on Fleur's heaving abdomen. "I'll finish up with your tits for now, then we can move on further down your body to rid it of those filthy bacteria."

Marta took the first item out of her supply tray and it scared the shit out of Fleur. She though she'd seen these things before when Fraulein Elsa used them on her slave girl Tessa once, but she was mistaken, these were different. The Mistress was holding the first of a set of hollow skewers in her hand. The nasty pins were not especially long at about four inches in length. Their thickness, however, was considerable. With an outer diameter of a whopping 6 millimeters, these were among the thickest pins in the Mistress' arsenal. The inner diameter was also extreme at 4mm, but these were simply necessary for what Marta had planned next. Even though their tapered tips were razor sharp, Marta preferred to use a small surgical mallet to hammer these pins through whatever unlucky tissue was brought before them.

Much to the delight of the web stream viewers, if their activity in the chat window was any indication, Mistress Marta started the first 'real' skewering of the night. The two smaller skewers through each of the girl's areolas were still in place, but they were child's play compared to what was going to happen now. Fleur couldn't see what her Mistress was doing exactly, because her monitor showed a zoomed-out view of the room. Maybe that was for the better. Fleur already had her tits pierced more times than she could count. Fraulein Elsa had even used skewers on her more than just a handful of times, but none of those experiences could have prepared the masochist for what was going to happen now. This was the stuff she'd watched with great interest on a dedicated torture website, where a large-breasted masochist underwent the most brutal treatments. This was the stuff that in the deepest, darkest recesses of her mind turned her on tremendously. And it hurt like a bitch.

Marta placed the sharp tip of the first skewer against the girl's left breast, right above the metal bar that compressed the tits into flattened balloons. Then she struck her mallet down. Once, twice, three times until the sharp end of the pin broke through the skin on the other side of the breast. Fleur twitched a little and screamed and coughed at the top of her lungs, making the metal tray on her abs dance up and down. This was brutal. And it hurt way more than any other pins that ever went straight through her breasts. Usually the breaking of the skin on either side was the most painful, but this thick rod was excruciating all the way through. The Mistress admired her work and waited until Fleur's breathing normalized somewhat. As was mostly the case with thick pins going straight through, the bleeding was fairly minimal until the pins were taken out, just a small stream of blood ran down the exit wound.

"Wow, big girl," Marta cooed. "You're so special, you know that, right? And especially for you, I have three more of those things!" Fleur panicked when she heard the number. One was bad. Two was what she figured she could take, one through each breast, if and only if the Mistress gave her some sexual stimulation or let her suck some cock. But none of that was going to happen. Marta promised she was going to push, no, rather break her limits tonight, and it looked like she was going to put her money where her mouth was.

The second rod also went through Fleur's left breast, about two inches to the left of the first one. Like the previous piercing, this one was also brutally painful, maybe even more so, and it took Fleur a little longer to compose herself. She hadn't stopped moaning since the first tap of the mallet on the first skewer, only occasionally dotting her moans with coughs as she struggled with swallowing the pooling saliva and blood in her mouth.

Showing her excellent skill by using exactly three taps of the mallet for each rod, Mistress Marta took several minutes to pierce her slave girl's right breast in the same way she had done her left. And when the four ridiculously thick rods were all pierced through the base of Fleur's breasts, she didn't waste any time fooling around or admiring her work. She picked up the first of four prepared long needles with a length of very thick thread and pushed the needle through the first of the four hollow skewers, pulling it out on the other side until half the length of the thread was on each side of the breast. She repeated this four times and cut off the four needles that she used to get the thread through the rods. She discarded those in the now empty tray on Fleur's abs.

"Do you watch any cooking shows?" The Mistress asked out of the blue. "I know, very random," she continued, "but every time I perform this procedure, it makes me think of a nice, juicy roulade." It must have been her kind of humor. "When you tie the rope around the meat, you don't leave any pins in," she enlightened both her audience and her masochist, before she used special pliers and both of her hands to remove the four rods that she had hammered through so carefully just moments before. She made sure that the newly inserted threads stayed exactly where they were, leaving them embedded in Fleur's flesh when the hollow rods were out again.

Of course the removal of the rods produced quite a few streams of blood. Marta kept an eye on it, and was pleased to see that every puncture wound bled about as little or much as she expected. There was no need for any emergency stitching. Not yet, anyway. Finally it was time for the skewers through the girl's areolas to go. They had been in place for quite a while now and the Mistress anticipated a little more blood from their piercing wounds, but since Fleur's body was already covered in so many smears and streams of blood, the effect was barely noticeable when Marta pulled the four pins out of her tits.

With the excessively tormented tits now clear of their metal decorations, they were simply clamped at their base by the metal frames and stretched up by the three threads through each nipple. This was exactly how Marta wanted her meat to be for her 'roulade'. She started on the outside of Fleur's right breast and pulled up the thread that ran through the base. Pulling it tightly upward, she crossed the ends of the thread and pulled one end under the other, effectively starting a knot. Even though the dark red and blood-covered breast was bulging like a flattened balloon from the clamping frame, Marta managed to tie the thread very tightly, making the thread dig deep into the bulging flesh and creating, for better or for worse, something that did in fact look like the start of a raw roulade.

The second thread only added to the effect when it was tightened and tied down, also cutting into the meat and stretching the skin even more taut and causing more blood to seep out of the puncture wounds because of the pressure. When Marta was done with all four threads, Fleur's tits were grotesquely deformed. Gone were the proud, round, youthful orbs of pleasure. They were now reduced to what Mistress Marta had called them from the start: her meat. Raw, bleeding, dark red going on purple, they were flattened at their base, stretched into cones by the threads through the nipples and then molded into, for a lack of a better word, roulades by the four threads that were sewn through them. The skin was stretched to its max and just a touch to them was enough to send Fleur in to a sobbing frenzy.

Marta dumped all of the things she didn't need anymore into the metal tray on Fleur's abdomen and discarded it next to the previous one on the bottom shelf of her trolley. The Mistress turned around and just took a moment to admire her work so far. She was nearing the end of the third act of this long and brutal torture session and after she was done with her checklist, it would again be the audience's turn to come up with stuff they'd want done to Fleur's perfect masochist body before the session time was up. Marta was determined to leave her body in such a way that those deviant bastards could let their imagination run wild.

Working down the girl's body, the Mistress had 'treated' her head and tits and Nurse Marta was now running her hands over Fleur's tight, toned and blood-covered abdomen. The girl worked out, that was for sure, but she wasn't the body builder type.
 
Her deep and large belly button was flanked by her lowest set of abdominal muscles, which ran down into the classic and ultra sexy V-shape that preceded her perfect pussy. Not one square inch of Fleur's belly still had its original skin color. The brutal whipping and caning at the start of the evening had decorated the girl with bruises, stripes, welts and cuts that would take several weeks to heal and would certainly scar. Marta examined the tissue for spots that she could still have some fun with, but decided that her energy was better spent on the filthy masochist's cunt. She would have loved to cut and stitch some more around that belly button, but it would probably take time away from a more popular event and she wanted to avoid that.

Marta turned to her trolley again and filled a third metal tray with supplies and tools. She didn't need much. This setup was going to be simple, visually stunning and very painful at the same time. She picked up her tray, placed it on Fleur's abdomen again and stepped in front of the operating table, where she had full access to the girl's exposed pussy and ass. Fleur's legs were secured in the stirrups that were mounted on the operating table and were safely out of the way.

"Damn," Marta thought to herself. "Those holes have seen some abuse today." And even though they had seen their share of abuse and were both covered in dried blood, both Fleur's pussy and asshole appeared as tight as you'd expect from a 20-year-old.

Luckily for Marta, Fleur had a pair of pronounced outer labia, which made the first step of this next setup easier for the Mistress. Marta grabbed the first of her specially prepared contraptions from the tray. It was a simple thing: fish hook, short elastic band, safety pin. Just using her hands, the Mistress pulled out Fleur's left outer pussy lip and swiftly pierced the sharp tip of the fish hook through the top end. She pulled a little on the elastic band to see how far it would stretch and then dropped it. Out from the tray came a second one, and then a third and a fourth. Marta evenly spaced the four hooks over Fleur's pussy lip and did the same on the other side, until both outer labia were pierced with four fish hooks each. Now the more deviant spectators had already guessed where this was going: Marta stretched out the elastic bands as far as she could and stuck the safety pins on the other end through the skin of Fleur's inner thighs, anchoring her contraptions at both ends.

With Fleur's outer labia now stretched wide apart, her clitoris, urethra and vagina were much more accessible than before. The Mistress proceeded by rubbing her gloved fingers up and down over Fleur's pussy from her clit hood to her perineum and back. It was a welcome change of pace for the masochist, who had been craving some sexual stimulation ever since Jens' and Jaime's cocks had pulled out of her. Marta rubbed some of the sticky, half coagulated blood up and down the girl's wet snatch, fingering Fleur's pussy for a little while longer than she originally intended, moving back up and concentrating on the girl's clitoris.
 
It wasn't nearly long enough for Fleur, though, when her Mistress stopped and continued with her preparation. Marta tried to probe the clit from its hood and when she was satisfied with the engorged nub, she picked up a small Hoffman screw clamp from her supply tray and pushed it down sideways over Fleur's exposed clit, tightening the screw rod and trapping the girl's bundle of nerves above the two small plates of the clamp.

Marta tightened the screw clamp as much as she could, making the clitoris and parts of the hood bulge on top. She knew that she could tighten the clamp a little more every time if she waited a few moments between turns, so she took care of other business in the meantime. She picked up two more items from her supplies and discarded the empty metal tray. One was another one of the crude elastic band stretchers, the other a metal sounding rod. The Mistress placed the stretching contraption on Fleur's stomach and started rubbing the tip of the sounding rod up and down over the girl's wet spread vagina, sometimes stopping to slowly fuck it in and out of the wet hole. Marta pushed it in far enough to let it go and with the sounding rod sticking out of Fleur's pussy, she tightened the screw clamp just a little more.

She gauged that she could turn the clamp about two more times before it was as tight as it was going to get, so she directed her attention to the sounding rod again for the moment, sliding it out of the girl's vagina and circling its tip around the entrance to Fleur's urethra, teasing both her moaning masochist and the web stream viewers. The Mistress started slowly fucking the tip of the rod into the girl's peehole, moving it in and out and pushing it a little deeper every time it went in. When more than half of its length disappeared inside, she let go again and tightened the clit clamp just a little more. It was amazing how these screw clamps would just let you crush tissue a little more after you let them rest for a minute. Marta was determined to give the clamp one more go before she would anchor it with her elastic stretching contraption, so she first spent another minute or two with her sounding rod, fucking it deeper and deeper into the girl's urethra and bladder until just and inch-and-a-half of the rod was sticking out of her body. The Mistress gave the instrument three little taps with her gloved finger and moved her attention back to the clit clamp.

Fleur's clitoris had turned a nice shade of purple. Marta had made sure to place the clamp right under the nub, which ensured that A) she had enough tissue clamped off, and B)  the full engorged clitoris would be available to play with on the other side of the clamp. She gave the clamp a last turn, which was minimal, but evoked another loud noise from Fleur, who again didn't know which way was up anymore and felt like her whole body was engulfed by flames at this point. Little did she know that the climax of Act Three still was a little while away and she'd have to suffer quite a bit more at the hands of her Mistress and after that, which was probably going to be much worse, the web stream audience.

Marta pulled the fish hook through the upper side of the screw clamp and stretched her elastic band as far up to Fleur's belly as she could, evoking even more shrieks from the girl, which turned into a long, low moan after she had secured the safety pin through several layers of abdominal tissue and closed its clasp. "There," Marta thought. "Preparation is done. Let's have some fun with that clit." She walked back over to her supply trolley and picked up another strip of hypodermic needles. The blue-capped pins were about two inches long and moderately thick at 18 gauge.

"My oh my, what a lovely bundle of nerves you have there," the Mistress addressed her masochist again. She rubbed the tip of her gloved index finger over the clamped and stretched purple nub. "I'm sure this is going to hurt a bit, but isn't pain what you like? Besides, it will look so fucking good!" She unwrapped the first needle from the strip and placed its tip right above the clamp and pushed it straight through Fleur's clit from left to right in one swift move. Fleur shrieked and coughed for a few moments after the first of the needles was pushed through. Marta didn't wait for her to calm down and started rubbing her fingers over the swollen and now pierced clit.

"Did you like that, huh, my little pain slut Kitten?" Of course there was no answer, Fleur was sobbing from the excruciating pain she was in. "I'm sure you would like more. I know I want to see more. Ready?" Marta unwrapped another needle from the strip and this one went straight through from the other side, about a third of an inch above the first, leaving a little space between the pins. The Mistress continued her little game with two more needles, evenly spaced through the flattened clitoris that she had stretched up and away from Fleur's pussy. But the sadistic nurse was not yet done with her patient. "You know what usually works wonders against filthy bacteria like the ones we found in your body? Electro shock therapy! Boys!"

On Marta's command, one of the production assistants wheeled in an electrical unit and placed it next to the operating table that Fleur was strapped against. It was powered with an extension cord and the Mistress immediately walked over to grab the two leads that were connected to the unit. The cords were fitted with alligator clamps on their ends and one of them quickly found its way onto the sounding rod. Marta had saved some space for the other clamp and she let it snap shut over Fleur's tortured clitoris, right between the needles that were pushed through in the middle.

As if the serrated teeth of the alligator clamp didn't hurt enough by themselves on Fleur's mangled and tortured clitoris, the Mistress picked up the pace of the torture by immediately turning on the electrical unit, which immediately gave out a decent pulse that had Fleur strain against her bonds. "Ooh, I knew that would get you going!" Marta addressed her masochist again.

"I'm going to play with the intensity of that voltage for a little bit while our audience gets to pick the three final treatments that I will administer to your delicious body. Can you imagine what they would like to do with those nice roulades?" Marta paused for a second. "Or maybe they don't believe that your holes have been used properly yet." She paused again. "I don't want to give them any ideas, but, you know, I didn't leave your holes so nicely accessible for nothing."

This was the moment everyone had been waiting for. Not to say that Mistress Marta's tortures weren't exquisite to witness, but here at LiveTabooTorture the most buzz was generated when the no limits interactive segments came on. There was a pretty good chance that this was the last everyone would ever see of Fleur, and chances of anyone of the viewers ever having the opportunity again to pick tortures for this unique girl were even slimmer. With that in mind, several site regulars had started posting their written proposals in the dedicated chat window.

Mistress Marta kept her word. She had made her way over to the electro box again and watched Fleur's body contort and twitch as much as it could in her bondage while she played with the voltage of the electric shocks. Keeping the current low, but pushing up the voltage made sure that Fleur received painful shocks that would never really harm her. Fleur was spent. She was extremely nauseous, sweaty and had a massive headache which pulsated in and out with the other pains and aches in her body.

This was not enjoyable anymore by any means and the only thing on her mind was that she told herself to get through it and that it wouldn't be long anymore now. But 4 or 5 minutes can be a very long time if you're waiting for something to happen. And Fleur became very aware of this as the seconds ticked away into minutes. She didn't even notice it when Marta switched off the electrical unit and took the alligator clamp off of her clamped clit and slowly pulled the whole sounding rod out of her pee hole.

The bidding war was over and one of the production assistants came over to Marta again with a piece of paper. He didn't just hand it to her. Apparently the top three things that the viewers had backed with their money needed some clarification. Marta nodded a few times as the assistant gave his explanation before walking off-camera again, pushing the electrical unit out of sight again. His colleague had busied himself with collecting the tools and supplies needed for the audience requests and he replaced Marta's supply trolley with a new one, taking the other one away.

So this was it, the final part of Act Three. Marta felt a mix of sadness and accomplishment at the thought that this session was going to be over soon. She had definitely lived in the moment and enjoyed every second of it. Now she just wanted to make sure she would finish in style and leave everyone happy, including Fleur. Wasn't it the masochist herself who had stated earlier in the day that she wanted this session to be groundbreaking and memorable? That she was here to collect a certain amount of infamy and scars that she could enjoy long after her wounds had healed? Marta certainly didn't want to disappoint. What if this gem of a girl one day looked back at this session with fond memories and sought her out for another play date? A Mistress could dream, couldn't she? But for now she simply focused on the task at hand.

The production team had decided that the three audience requests could and should be performed semi-simultaneously. They instructed Marta to perform the number three and number one requests, while one of her slave boys would be used to administer torture number two. The guys had flipped a coin backstage and Jens turned out to be the lucky one tonight: he walked out on camera with the audience-requested 'Wrecker' strapped to his crotch.

Now 'The Wrecker' needed no introduction with the LiveTabooTorture crowd. It was proposed in the chat windows virtually every live session, and ended up in the top three more often than not. Fleur couldn't see the sadistic tool, but she was already familiar with it, in a way. This was the exact same tool that she had seen when she masturbated herself to a climax while watching the example stream from LTT. It had been fitted with handle bars at its end for that particular session, but tonight it was going to be used in another way. Jens wore the hollow dildo with a strap-on harness, his own cock not even filling the hollow shaft. This thing was monstrous. With a length exceeding 18 inches, the metal rod featured a large lemon-shaped head at its tip. The artificial cock head had a diameter of almost 3 inches at its widest point, but it was covered with rows of wide sharkfin-shaped bumps on top of that. Those hooks were blunt, but no one really knew if that would actually be better than having sharp edges on there. At any rated, it made for a stunning and frightening visual effect. The rows of hooks continued in decreasing numbers along the dildo's thick shaft, which was only slightly thinner than the head for a length of about five to six inches and then tapered out to a width that was even more frightening than the head. All the way at its base where it was mounted on the strap-on harness, the shaft featured a nasty looking spiked ring that had its sharp and thick pins facing forward. There was probably no way that the brutal instrument would ever be fucked into anyone deep enough for those pins to be pushed into any flesh, but then again no one could ever be sure of anything at LTT.

The metal invader was fitting for this site, it was grotesque and over the top. Jens slowly walked forward until he reached his Mistress standing next to Fleur, who had stopped her continuous moaning and was just in shock over what appeared on her monitor. She didn't recognize the Wrecker specifically from the video feed, but the sheer size and looks of it made it terrifying by itself.

Jens was ready to go, but checked in with Marta before he did anything. "Arschloch, oder?" he asked. "Nein, haha, aber Du gibst mir Ideeen," the Mistress chuckled. "Vielleicht spŠter, Liebling." Jens' sadistic instincts proved even slightly more deviant than the intentions of the web stream viewers, as he was denied anal penetration by his Mistress, for now. In all of its history, the Wrecker had never been used for anal penetration before, and this was for good reason. The risks were just too great, even for a virtually limitless site like this. Marta told her slave boy to start slow, to build up and see how deep the massive invader would go with his slow and steady pumping in and out of Fleur's pussy. As he grabbed the massive dildo with both his hands and aligned its head with Fleur's vagina, Mistress Marta picked up the first of her instruments: it was another cordless power tool, an electronic screwdriver.

With two people working on different parts of the masochist's body, the video feed split in two screens, one showing Jens and his massive strap-on, the other showing Marta and her power tool. Her task was simple: she received the screwdriver and half a dozen stainless steel screws, and the request was that they'd be drilled, one by one, into the obscenely stretched skin of Fleur's sewn-up tits while the Wrecker did its work on her pussy.

Jens did as he was told and took things slow. He rubbed the tip of the immense dildo up and down Fleur's inner labia while Marta got ready to perform the first part of the audience requests for the masochist's severely abused tits and pressed the first of the screws down against Fleur's right breast. The mistress had prepared them perfectly. Due to the clamping bars and suture threads, the skin of the girl's purple tits was stretched so tight that instead of twisting the skin with the rotating power tool, the screw actually broke through the skin fairly easily. Marta had placed the first screw against the underside of the breast, right between two sutures that went straight through the flattened breast. She pressed the tip of her power tool against the head of the screw and drove half of its 2" length into the compressed meat of the girl's tit.

The masochist cried and moaned continuously. She had stopped distinguishing one pain from another a while ago and just wanted to brave through this insane stuff to the end of the session, when she could chalk this one up on her board of accomplishments and would hopefully look back without regrets. Her glazed eyes were aimed at her monitor, but it didn't seem like she was processing what was going on exactly, like she was drifting off in an opium daydream.

At this point Jens also made some headway. He slowly fucked the head of his torture dildo against Fleur's inner labia, which parted as the invader dipped slightly into her vagina. With her outer labia and clitoris stretched up and to the sides, her vagina was an easy target for the metal invader and Jens saw how her dripping wet hole accommodated the size of the dildo's head a little more with every forward move. Marta concentrated on the job at hand and while she busied herself with drilling the first screw all the way into the breast, as the audience request required, she missed out on the moment when Jens pushed the whole head of his strap-on into Fleur's vagina and her hole closed itself around the shaft of the dildo.

This was it, the grand finale of this installment of LTT's iTorture XXXtreme. Slowly but surely the whole session had brought Fleur exactly where those girls had been that she saw on her example live stream. And just like her predecessors she lay limp just undergoing whatever her tormentors dished out at her blood-covered aching body, without any real spikes in her moaning or other sounds, despite the pretty brutal tortures that were dished out on her.

Marta continued her assault with the 2" screws. She still had the other requested torture to get to, so she made it a priority to fulfill the first on her list fairly quickly. Just like the first screw, the second went into Fleur's other breast with relative ease. The power tool and screws were no match for the girl's stretched skin. Marta had decided she would drill all six of the pins into the burnt underside of the breasts. She figured that tissue would be scarred anyway and it made for an even more grotesque visual effect on camera.

Jens was slowly picking up the pace, sliding the enormous head of his torture strap-on almost completely out of Fleur's vagina and then pushing it back in, making slightly more of the shaft disappear into the girl's wrecked pussy with every thrust forward. When Marta was on her penultimate screw, the last to go into the breast on the right, almost every inch of the thinner part of the shaft had disappeared inside Fleur and Jens had to ramming its brutal head against her cervix with every thrust. It cost him considerable effort to keep sliding the heavy metal dildo in and out of the limp girl.

Marta knew the holes produced by the screws would probably bleed considerably once the metal invaders were taken out again, but estimated that on the total carnage her breasts had endured tonight, their contribution to the amount of permanent scars Fleur would carry with her would be negligible. She moved over to the other side for the final drilling on the girl's left breast, looking for the best spot to place the last screw, which was getting considerably harder as time ticked away. Even though many of the puncture wounds bled relatively little, over time the many little drops and streams of blood had created an image of total carnage. The final screw slipped a little on the wet surface of the skin, but Marta managed to hold it steady and drilled it in without stopping. She ran the gloved tip of her left hand over the heads of the screws that were now fully embedded into the meat of Fleur's tits.

The Mistress looked over at her slave boy working away at the poor girl's stretched pussy with his devilish strap-on. The thing didn't appear to go any deeper than he'd been thrusting it for a while now, but he valiantly kept the pace going, ramming the blunt head against the opening of her cervix and grating the walls of her vagina. It seemed that she had completely gone limp and Jens looked over at Marta, nodding his head forward as some kind of signal that he wasn't sure if he should continue thrusting. She nodded back at him as a signal to keep doing what he was doing. She turned around to put down her drill and to pick up the last instruments of torture that she would use on her new favorite masochist.

This was the last of the top three audience requests that she had to fulfill to complete the session. It was a pretty brutal request that she had seen done a handful of times on popular internet videos from a certain well-known torture web site. For this session, it didn't matter that it had been seen before, it was a visually stunning end to an already classic session. And it had never really been performed on tits that went through as much abuse as Fleur's.

The Mistress picked up two regular-looking meat skewers and a surgical mallet. The pins were pretty thick at a diameter of 5mm each. They featured razor sharp tips and rings on their opposing ends and were about 7 inches long. Per the request's instructions, these were to be hammered all the way into Fleur's breasts, one straight through each nipple. Like all of the piercing instruments, needles and pins that she'd used tonight, thankfully they were sterile, something she had demanded from the production company and that, much to her surprise, they had insisted on themselves as well. Even though Marta enjoyed this session and its utter depravity immensely, she felt like it would be best to keep a good pace, so that it would stay entertaining to the audience and not feel like it was intentionally drawn out. So while Jens kept impersonating a fucking machine with his strap-on dildo, she walked back over to Fleur with her mallet in one hand and the first unwrapped skewer in the other. She then placed the tip of the skewer against Fleur's left nipple, right in the middle, between the sutures that still stretched the girl's nipples up and away from her chest.

Fleur had checked out completely again a while ago. She didn't know where she was or what was happening. Apart from her constant low moans, she produced a cough from time to time when too much saliva pooled in her throat. She was conscious, but just surviving on primal instinct. She'd have to watch the video feed back later to see Marta hammer the thick skewer all the way into her breast until only a short part of the pin and its ring stuck out of her nipple. Marta unwrapped the second skewer and held it over Fleur's stretched and flattened left breast, aligning it with the one already embedded in the breast to show how deep it actually went in, before placing its sharp tip against the girl's right nipple and repeating the hammering procedure on the other breast until this one was also pushed in along almost the full depth of her breast.

With the last tap of the mallet, Marta was done. She signaled to Jens, who stopped his fucking motion with the torture dildo with one last forward thrust when he saw his Mistress' command. As per the instructions that he received, he unfastened the harness that he used to wear the strap-on and stepped out of it, leaving the gigantic metal rod pushed deep into Fleur's pussy. Jens quickly left off-camera, but Marta stuck around for a little while longer, just looking at the ridiculous mess she had been allowed to create this night.

What she saw, was what the cameras registered and what the audience watched as this web stream came to its end: the ultimate perfect masochist, strapped to an operating table in a vintage hospital, her body totally and utterly abused from her immobilized head to her knees. There was virtually no stretch of skin, neither on her front nor on her back that hadn't been reddened, marked, bruised, pierced or covered with blood in this session. Her current position was grotesque: her long tongue, pierced with almost as many needles as it could accommodate, stretched out of her mouth. Her purple tits totally deformed with bar clamps, stretched with sutures through her nipples and pierced with skewers, drilled with screws and sutured up like a roulade. Her toned abdomen was covered in pools and smears of blood, which ran down to her tortured pussy and ass. Her outer labia still stretched to the sides with fish hooks and elastic bands, her clamped and pierced clitoris stretched up and away by another band. The Wrecker was sticking out of her pussy, its enormous head and almost half of its ridiculous shaft buried deep inside her, grating her cervix and vaginal wall. Her heavily abused ass was now devoid of any instruments or torture devices, but the horrors that were performed on it tonight had left it bruised and bleeding.

Fleur was pushed way beyond her limits and she was totally spent. One day, she would look back on this night with mixed feelings of maybe stupidity and arrogance, but definitely also pride and accomplishment. But for now she was too far gone to remember where she was or what had happened. As the web stream ended and the production team hurried to finish their preparations for her medical aftercare, she drifted off into unconsciousness, dreaming of a sadistic nurse dressed in a white latex dress, strapping her to an operating table and abusing her as if she were just a slab of meat, ready to be wrecked.