Fleur II: Wrecked

April 28, 7:58 PM

A few minutes after Fleur and her boyfriend arrived at Elsa's, they were already sitting behind a laptop in Elsa's lounge, where the Mistress was showing off the final edits of a video file and a series of photographs that the three of them had produced several weeks earlier for Fraulein's next portfolio book. Elsa was dressed in a red latex catsuit with black accents, black thigh-high boots and black latex gloves. She's already slipped into her outfit for tonight's session with him, which was about to start in half an hour.

"What do you want to see first? The video? Or the Photos?"

Mistress Elsa was excited, she had a fire in her eyes as she looked back and forth between him and her. This session was her brain child and she had offered her masochists a step up in her depraved S&M hierarchy if they submitted together to this no-limits debauchery. They had happily said yes and were now just as happy, sitting at her table.

He responded first: "Let's see the photos first, the video will be more interesting that way later."

"Very well."

Elsa browsed through her file manager and started the slide show of the 15 pictures that had made the final selection for her new coffee table book. It was the first feature for the both of them. Fleur had admired and gawked at all the deviant individuals in the previous editions. She felt immensely proud that she was going to be featured fairly quickly after her first introduction into Fraulein Elsa's world.

And what a feature it was, from the first picture to the last, it was over the top in true Fraulein Else style. It started out with the Mistress dressed in black leather and a naked slave girl Fleur posing next to him strapped down against a metal frame, his hands cuffed behind his back and his torso secured with several wide leather belts that kept him secure but kept his large nipples free and sticking out in front of the frame. His large cock and bound balls were also pulled through bars in the frame and secured in front with a rope that pulled his balls down to the ground with a heavy weight swinging from it. He was unrecognizable, wearing a full leather hood that covered almost every part of his face, but kept his mouth free.

The next photo showed him again, now much more decorated with several thick hypodermic needles pushed through the tissue behind his large and erect nipples, alligator clamps on their tips and the skin of his chest reddened and decorated with purple stripes from an obvious beating with a thin stick or cane. His large and erect cock had two e-stim rings wrapped around them, one at the base and one right behind his large mushroom glans, which was not visible since Fleur had her lips tightly wrapped around it. Her torso was as red as his, but she wasn't pierced. Instead her tits were tightly bound at their base with a thin rope which did all the work and a chain of thin metal links that just looked cool. The large fleshy orbs were turning a dark shade of red, just like her throat and face since she was hanging in an upside down position with her long blonde hair hanging down in a high pony tail.

About a two feet in front of him stood a square wooden post, of over six feet tall, with a metal crossbar sticking out on the sides. The bar was smooth and round, and about three to four inches thick. It appeared from the way the crossbar was mounted to the post that its height was adjustable. Fleur hung from it with her legs bent over the crossbar and her ankles secured to her thighs with leather cuffs and -for good measure or for show- a fairly thick metal chain. Her neck was strapped to the post with a thick rope and her hands and arms were stretched up parallel to the wooden post and also secured with leather cuffs, giving her back a nice arch and putting her perfect torso magnificently on display. Also exposed in this position was her bald pussy, which seemed unused and undecorated at this time. In this position, she was unable to move and she had no choice but to suck on his hard cock.

Fleur's eyes lit up as she saw the position she had been in during that session. She was proud that she didn't have a panic attack during the whole time she was hanging upside down with the tight rope around her neck. This was the first time she saw how it looked to another person and she remembered very well how Fraulein Elsa used electro units and she herself used her long tongue to stimulate his cock until he was dry. She had tried to swallow his thick, stringy loads, but it was hard in this position and she drooled her spit and his cum all over her face and hair.

In the next few shots the intensity of the session went up quickly and drastically. It didn't take long before Fleur had her bound tits decorated with two long skewers each, straight through the meat of the base of her tits, right in front of the rope that bound them. Both his and her areolas were bound with elastrator bands that squeezed their areolas and nipples into tight orbs of flesh on top of their chests.

Fleur was lowered in her position for the next shot. His hard cock was now positioned between her bound and skewered tits and both of them had received multiple needles into and through their nipples from all sides. FrŠulein Elsa was doing something with Fleur's pussy, but her hand was blocking the view from the camera.

Another shot brought the main event of the extreme session to light and just like everyone else, Fleur and her boyfriend felt their mouths fall open when they first saw it. The both of them were in the same position as the last shot, but now his cock head was between her tied tits and two fairly thick foot-long skewers ran straight through the middle of not only both her breasts, but they passed through his cock head in between as well. FrŠulein Elsa had managed to push two skewers first through Fleur's bound right breast, then through his glans and then through her left breast as well, having the stainless steel rods stick out on both sides. This whole setup had produced a considerable amount of blood, most of which had sprayed or dropped onto Fleur's tits, neck and down her chin and face.

But things went even further from there. The next shot added several streams of blood from her crotch where it seemed like some kind of long clamps compressed her labia together and FrŠulein Elsa had sealed her pussy shut by shoving half a dozen shorter skewers through the pussy lips. The streams of blood ran over her perfectly toned abdomen down to her tits where they dissolved into a big splash of blood. The Mistress had decorated his pinned-down cock head as if it was a pincushion by inserting about a dozen heavy gauge needles into it. Needless to say, it had created a big mess and Fleur's tits were covered in his and her own blood and plenty of it ran down her neck and onto her face and into her hair.

The third to last photo in the series was a close-up view of her skewered tits with his cock head in between, virtually every square inch of her tit meat and his cock head and shaft now decorated with needles that were either deeply inserted or pierced straight through. This was a needle extravaganza unlike anything else.

There was one more photo of the session itself and it showed Fleur and her boyfriend now disconnected again, or rather reconnected in a different way. Fleur's body, still covered in blood and decorated with many, many needles and the skewers through the base of her bound tits, had been raised again so that his crotch was now again at the same height as her mouth. It looked like all the needles were pulled out of his glans and shaft again and she was performing a very bloody attempt at fellatio on his limp, bleeding cock, while their Mistress whipped her skewered pussy lips with a flogger one hand and her tits with another one in her other hand.

Many people would look at these pictures in disgust, but everyone involved in the production of them was now filled with a sense of pride and accomplishment. The last photo in the series underlined that sentiment, it showed FrŠulein Elsa between her two extreme masochists, Fleur on her left side and him on her right side. Both covered in blood, exhausted, looking weak, but happy nonetheless, simply grateful that they knew each other and that these like-minded individuals not only shared the same interests and fantasies, but actually worked hard to bring them to life.

Seeing the photos aroused both Fleur and her boyfriend and while Elsa started the four-minute video edit of the session, she teasingly rubbed his hardening cock through his pants.  The video looked even more amazing than the still images, of course. Complimented by a heavy metal soundtrack, the moving pictures of the insane amount of metal pins being pierced through the two masochistic lovebirds' flesh, spilling a symphony of blood, were just one of the most extreme things they'd ever seen. For the two stars of the show, their feature in the photo series and the video meant that they had moved up to the highest ladder of FrŠulein Elsa's world, joining a limited group of like-minded and virtually limitless deviants.

"Wow. Super Hot!" he said after the video was done.

"I hope it got you in the mood for tonight," his Mistress replied. "Speaking of which," she continued, "I'm going to use you to break in my newest toy, so to speak." Elsa picked up her cell phone from the table and opened her photo gallery. She swiped a few times and when she found the right photo, she held her mobile up for him and Fleur to take a look at it. He reached out and took the phone from her.

The photo showed a young blonde, probably in her late teens or early twenties. She held her phone in her left hand, making the photo look like an obvious mirror selfie. The background showed a messy room with an unmade bed with two pillows and some underwear on top of it. The girl was wearing a black bra that barely covered her tits, small panties and matching thigh-high lace stockings and arm wraps. Around her neck was a wide leather collar with a long metal chain running from it, which she held in her other hand. Like all of Elsa's associates, her physique was stunning. She was tall and toned without being overly muscular.

"She's like your taller twin," Elsa chuckled at Fleur, who was clearly not amused. Yeah, this girl had a great body, but she was nowhere near as pretty in her face, or so Fleur thought. Her boyfriend silently agreed with Fleur, even though the photo did ramp up his excitement for the session he was about to share with the girl.

"Her name is Valerie and she's the eldest daughter of an old friend of mine," Elsa continued. "She just turned 18 and is very inexperienced, but curious and willing to try about anything. I thought it would be fun to let her have a go at assisting me dominating you, after which you can return the favor tonight or tomorrow by playing with her if you're up for it.

"Sure," he replied while looking up at his girlfriend, who felt a little jealousy come up in her mind. Fleur didn't say anything, though, but watched as his eyes focused back on the phone's screen to take another look at the younger blonde.

A knock on the door cut the rising tension in the room. Everyone looked up at the guy who entered. It was Elsa's driver, who was going to take Fleur to Poland for the weekend.

"We better get over to the play space," Elsa said, "She's waiting for you in the dressing room when you're ready, so say your goodbyes, because your 'Kitten' here has a taxi to catch!"

He gave the phone back to Mistress Elsa, got up from his chair turned and around to Fleur, who was a little standoffish.
"Have fun with her," she said in a tone that balanced between a jab and indifference, before he grabbed her shoulders and planted a kiss on her lips, which she just barely reciprocated.

"You have fun too, and be safe," he replied, but she looked away at the door, ready to get back to the lobby of Elsa's place.
"Well, let's hope we all have fun this weekend," Elsa tried to break the uncomfortable situation. He let go of Fleur's shoulders and she took a step back. "Yeah, let's hope so," she said, "have a good weekend."

With those words she turned around and walked to the door, followed by Elsa's driver. Her boyfriend looked at Elsa and pulled up his shoulders in genuine confusion. Sometimes he didn't understand his girlfriend. Since she had moved in with him, they had both played with and fucked dozens of people, Fleur even considerably more at her escorting parties, and this Valerie wasn't even the most attractive of them all.

"Just let it go, she's probably nervous as hell," the Mistress said after the driver had closed the door. Fleur walked out in front of him to his car, which he had already loaded up with her luggage.

"Valerie. Fucking princess Valerie," Fleur repeated in her head. "I'll show you both some stuff this little Valerie can't even begin dreaming of." She entered the car, sat in the passenger seat and slammed the door shut. Her anxiety had been replaced with a determination to show everyone once and for all that only she was the Queen of masochists. What better place than tonight's session with LiveTabooTorture to prove it?