Fleur II: Wrecked

April 29, 10:31 PM

After what felt like an eternity, Fleur finally came down from the suspended position she'd been stored in. She recognized the man with the leather gloves from the video stream as he helped her down, uncuffed her hands and wrists and pulled her to the production room.

Her arms were numb from the suspension and she tried her best to keep up with his pace as they passed through a small set of corridors that ended in a brightly lit spacious torture room.

Different from the spaces Fleur had seen on the video stream she watched, this long and wide room featured anything and everything the production company could ever need to put on a show-stopping spectacle.

It was clearly designed and decorated for video production with various wall and floor types, adjustable lights and several mounted cameras as well as plenty of walking space for the two men with handheld cameras.

Behind the mounted cameras, facing away from the stage-like setups was plenty of space, filled with all kinds of implements and tools, ranging from medieval torture devices like a complete rack, pillory and judas cradle to modern contraptions made of steel and literally every toy, whip, rope, chain or clamp that you could imagine. The whole inventory was meticulously arranged by type and use and stored in such a way that the production team had easy access and could get to everything quickly during the live sessions.

Fleur didn't get the chance to check out the setups that were readied for her session. The gloved man dragged her to an open area with a concrete back wall where he pushed her down on top of a metal grate in the floor, next to some kind of table, right in front of a mounted camera.

"On your knees!" He commanded in heavily accented English. "Hands behind your head!"

Fleur followed the command immediately and quickly sat up on her knees with her hands, fingers interlocked, behind her head. Her knees were spread apart and she pushed her tits up and forward, just like Mistress Elsa always wanted her to present herself.

The room smelled like a hospital, no, more like the concentrated odor of strong cleaning fluids, and it made Fleur a little nauseous.

She looked stunning, as was to be expected. She had done her makeup to perfection with smokey eyes and false eyelashes. Her long blonde hair was up in a high ponytail and her lips painted a bright ruby red. She was quite literally like a model ready for her closeup.

Before she knew it, her handler grabbed her head with his gloved hands and held it straight for the camera. She tried to gaze as deeply into the lens as she could until she felt his gloved fingers work their way into her mouth, spreading it wide open as he commanded her to stick out her tongue.

She closed her eyes and stuck her long tongue out of her mouth as far as she could. Her spine tingled as his fingers started to stroke her tongue as if he was trying to masturbate it like a hard cock. It made her giggle a little inside.

This little humiliating exposure at the start of the session was a huge turn-on for Fleur, who intended to be extremely submissive to her handler to give all the viewers of the stream a nice little start to the show.

In addition to being a pain whore, Fleur was also an attention whore and her vanity had gotten the better of her. She still had the image of Zuzanna, the last girl in the video stream from two weeks ago, stuck in her head and remembered how utterly un-erotic she had found the little mask she wore. Since a half or full hood were no option, she had announced to the production team that she was willing to perform the session without any head gear, much to the surprise and delight of everyone involved.
The handler continued the presentation of Fleur's perfect body by moving down from her pretty little face. Lightly oiled right before her suspension at the start of the production, her skin glistened like a mountain lake in the moonlight.

Kneeling behind her, the guy cupped her large and firm breasts with his gloved hands and pressed them together and pulled them apart to let the viewers get an idea of their magnificence. Then he slapped them quite hard from the sides to make them bounce a little. Finally he twisted her swollen and permanently erect nipples a few times before running his fingers over her deep belly button down her slim and toned v-shaped abdomen until he reached her already wet cunt.

As she turned around and pushed her ass up in the air, the camera zoomed in on her bald pussy lips. The handler pulled her labia to the side and inserted the beak of a fairly large clear plastic speculum into her pussy. He opened her up wide for a close-up inspection, showing the viewers everything from Fleur's labia to her vaginal wall and entrance to her uterus.

Next up was a showing of her urethra, which he meticulously inspected by using a smaller kind of speculum, and her clitoris, which he skillfully unearthed from its hood.

Outside of Mistress Elsa and her boyfriends, no one had really ever seen Fleur's private parts in so much detail. Being exposed in a humiliating way like this as if she were cattle, turned her on tremendously. It was no surprise to her, though. She'd done two escorting jobs in the past year that both made a point to objectify her and the rougher and more degrading it was, the more aroused she got.

Her handler here was interested in neither gentleness nor compassion. After his thorough exposition of Fleur's spread open pussy, he continued with her ass. Tight, toned and small, her ass didn't hide or protect her asshole in any way.

The camera zoomed in on her dark pink rosebud. It was clear to any experienced eye that this was not the sphincter of an anal virgin, but it was by no means wrecked or loose from years of training or abuse.

Just like all the girls before her, Fleur had her asshole exposed with an ass spreader. When the guy had put it in place and stretched it wide, he let the camera zoom in on her gaping colon before he finished his little degrading introduction with a dildo on a stick. First he fucked it deep into her wide open pussy, then it disappeared in her ass while he played around with it for a little while.

When he received a signal that he had used up enough production time for this part of the show, he pulled the dildo out of Fleur's ass and teasingly pushed it in her face, which was pressed against the concrete floor. Much to his delight and surprise, she opened her mouth and wrapped her long tongue around the head of the dildo before sucking on the tip. He grinned and murmured something inaudible while he pushed the dildo a little further into her mouth and placed the stick on the floor.

Fleur kept her position and planned on doing so until she was told otherwise. The handler busied himself with removing the various spreaders that he used to give the viewers a look at Fleur's insides. When he was done, he left them on the floor and commanded Fleur in his heavily accented English to keep sucking the dildo and to get back up on her knees.

He watched as she got back into the desired position and grabbed the dildo-on-a-stick with her hands and kept sucking on the tip. Quickly he stepped behind her and grabbed the stick from her hands. The fingers of his gloved left hand quickly found their way around her pony tail and he tilted her head back by pulling her hair.

Just like he had previously fucked her gaping pussy and stretched ass with the dildo, he now pushed it down into the back of her mouth and into her throat. Fleur coughed and gagged on the sudden invader, and never really managed to fully compose herself as the man held her head tilted back by pressing her forehead down while he roughly fucked the dildo in and out of her mouth and pushed the head down her throat with considerable force.

When he was satisfied, he pulled the dildo out and let go of Fleur's head. She almost immediately collapsed, coughing and wheezing with tears running from her eyes, trying to catch her breath. The handler laughed as she tried to compose herself again, got back into her kneeling position and placed her hands behind her head.

He stepped away for a few seconds while the video feed zoomed in on Fleur's reddened face and then panned down over her remarkable chest to her crotch and back up.

When he returned, he carried a wooden beam that was part of the first setup of the upcoming torture session. Mistress Marta had personally picked the uncomfortable positions and furniture that Fleur was going to endure tonight. She made sure that this first setup would clearly set the tone for a harsh and unforgiving night of pain and torture.

He placed the beam on the floor behind Fleur and instructed her to lie down on the floor with her head on the beam and her arms spread along the length of the wood. The square-shaped beam was heavy and pretty thick, about four to five inches. It was longer than Fleur could spread her arms.

The handler left to fetch some tools while Fleur positioned herself with her arms spread. When he returned, he proceeded to secure her wrists to the beam. While this certainly could have been done with some rope or maybe some cuffs, Mistress Marta had something more cruel and uncomfortable in mind.

First up was Fleur's left wrist. With the camera documenting his every move, the handler placed a curved metal plate over Fleur's wrist, pressed it against the beam and used a power tool and two long screws to secure it in place. It looked like a simple metal cuff was installed, but this was no ordinary instrument. The inside of the plate featured several very short pins that were now pressed into the skin of Fleur's wrist, making it very painful for her to even move her fingers, let alone her whole hand. In addition, the plate featured four evenly spaced holes along its length. The handler left them alone for now. It would be for Mistress Marta to demonstrate what these were for for a little later. His only job was to secure Fleur's other wrist in exactly the same way and to put another similar but larger curved plate over her throat, securing her neck to the beam as well.

When all three plates were tightly secured to the wooden beam, the handler put down his tools and helped Fleur get up. The beam was heavy and the whole thing was getting very uncomfortable quickly. She stumbled a few feet over to an area where more instruments for the first part of the session had been prepared.

The wooden beam was apparently part of a larger piece of furniture. It was secured on both ends into a system that could be lowered or raised with a control box. Fleur had to kneel with the heavy wooden beam on her neck and arms while the handler secured it to the rest of the furniture. When he used the control box to raise the beam, Fleur was slowly pulled up by her arms and neck until she could stand up again.

She was now with her back against a wooden wall, standing on her toes with her heels off the floor, already in a fairly uncomfortable position. But the handler was not ready to hand Fleur over to Mistress Marta yet. Apparently the wooden wall that she was standing against was not the back wall of the room. When he walked behind it, he took out a square block of wood, turned it around and put it back into place. The thing was, the back side of the block featured dozens, if not over a hundred, thick, sharp spikes that were now pressing against Fleur's back between her shoulder blades, forcing her chest and tits forward and up in an even more uncomfortable position and making it almost impossible to support her body properly with her legs and feet. As icing on the proverbial cake, he placed another beam with spikes sticking out of the top under her heels, making it completely impossible to fully support her body.

The handler had done his job and he left the room. He'd shown tonight's extraordinary entertainment to the viewers of the feed and secured her in the first uncomfortable torture position of the night. Now it was up to Mistress Marta to use and abuse this good-looking masochist in such a way that it pleased the subscribers.