Fleur II: Wrecked

April 29, 9:47 PM

The mistress came out dressed in black. She wore a latex catsuit that accentuated her frame. Over it, she wore a cupless leather corset with yellow accents and tight thigh-high boots that were laced at the back and featured the most ridiculous silver stilletto heels one could imagine. Her long hair was put back in a pony tail.

She chuckled at the thought of dressing up as a sadistic nurse for the final part of this session. She thought it was funny as hell and planned for some wicked fun with the meat she was allowed to work with tonight.

That 'meat' was Fleur, and she was trussed up in a highly uncomfortable position at the moment. Mistress Marta walked up to her slave girl for the night with just two things in her hands: in her left hand she held a black velvet pouch and in her right hand was a studded riding crop.

When she stopped right in front of Fleur, Marta caressed Fleur's left cheek with the tip of her crop, dragging the metal-studded flap of leather over her lips to the other side of her face.

"Open that pretty hole of yours," was her first command in perfect British English.

When Fleur obeyed and opened her mouth, the Mistress placed the handle of her crop horizontally in front of the girl's face and placed it between her teeth.

"Hold that for me."

Fleur bit down on the handle of the crop and felt the Mistress' hand brush over her skin, from her collar bone down to her chest, where it circled around a bit, feeling her firm, large breasts before moving down, over her toned abdomen to her pussy.
"Oh my, where did they find you?" The Mistress wondered out loud. "I can't believe I'm even getting paid to fuck you up -- you're a doll!"

She opened the velvet pouch and showed some of its contents to Fleur, who could hardly move her head with her throat pinned down by the metal plate.

"If you thought those metal strips were uncomfortable, think again," Marta enlightened Fleur.

The Mistress produced several sharp pins and started screwing them into the holes of the metal plate crushing Fleur's right wrist against the wooden beam. As if the smaller pins on the inside of the curved metal strip were not enough, these bigger pins would surely guarantee that Fleur was literally tightly pinned down.

The pins were about a quarter of an inch thick and about an inch long. Marta screwed them one by one into the holes of the metal strips, just far enough so that their sharp tips scratched against Fleur's compressed skin. When Fleur's wrists were fitted with four pins each and the strip against her neck had received an additional six pins, the Mistress produced a tool resembling a screwdriver from the same pouch that the pins came from.

"I don't want you going anywhere," the mistress said. "I'm pretty sure you won't, but it can't hurt to make sure... or maybe it can." Marta laughed as she used the tool to tighten the first of the pins.

Fleur was almost in tears from the brutal metal strips with pins that pressed her wrists against the heavy beam. The mistress' words resonated in her head as the pain in her right wrist intensified:
"If you thought those metal strips were uncomfortable, think again."
"If you thought those metal strips were uncomfortable, think again."

Marta tightened the four sharp pins, driving their tips slowly through Fleur's skin and into her wrist. The poor girl was used to harsh corporal punishments and pretty intense genital torture, but had never had anyone treat her this way. Tears ran from her eyes as she dealt with the excruciating pain of the pins that were driven into her body.

The mistress was merciless and set the tone for the rest of the night: within three minutes, she had her slave girl in sobbing in tears by tightening all fourteen pins, making sure her victim wouldn't be able to move an inch without seriously hurting herself even more.

When all the pins were tightened to Marta's liking, the mistress turned her attention to Fleur's body again. For a second she eyed the young woman from top to bottom, admiring her bright blonde hair, beautiful yet teared-up face and utterly perfect body proportions.

Marta was determined to make the most of the situation. On the one hand she had promised her friend Elsa that she would keep a safe eye on her slave girl, on the other hand she knew she'd probably never ever again get as much sadistic freedom with a knockout like this as the boys from LiveTabooTorture were giving her tonight.

The plan for tonight's session was split up in three parts, much like the acts of a theater play. Every part featured one or more distinct and uncomfortable bondage positions for Fleur, in which mistress Marta would perform her own selection of exquisite tortures, and right before or in between several of the position changes, she would get three additional orders from the live stream viewers. Marta had some great plans for each part, but was most looking forward to the final act, in which she'd dress up like a sadistic nurse to perform some extreme medical torture on her 'meat', which should be quite tender by then.

But that part of the night was still far away. And while no one could be sure in what condition Fleur would be at the end of it all, everyone including the star of the show herself knew that the next ninety minutes or so would play out with total disregard for Fleur's enjoyment. It was a true test for herself in that sense, because it was the first time that she'd given up full control of her body and wellbeing to total strangers.

Marta continued with her relentless play. She took the riding crop from between Fleur's teeth and positioned herself to the side, so that the camera's could get a good view of both the swings she was taking and their impact on the girl's skin. The mistress started by smacking the studded tip of the crop down on the side of Fleur's left thigh, hitting the skin in rapid succession in the same spot and slowly moving down.

Fleur bit her teeth and took the beating without a sound, for now. Keeping her posture was a different story and proved to be more difficult than remaining silent as her mistress bruised the skin of her thigh with surgical precision. As she twitched and pulled her legs to try and manage the pain, she inadvertently also redistributed her weight on the sharp spikes under her heels, causing considerable additional discomfort with every move. Marta moved to the other side and repeated her assault on Fleur's right thigh in exactly the same way, making the girl dance on the beam of spikes.

The game with the riding crop was fun, but it didn't look as spectacular on camera as it was painful. And since this was a live video session, the mistress moved on to a different whip which was sure to produce more visual impact. Attached to a fairly long baton-like handle, this whip had about two dozen strands of braided and single metal strings.

Immediately after the first impact right across Fleur's abdomen it was clear that this whip was right up LiveTabooTorture's alley: the metal strings left instant bright red marks that were very visible on the girl's lightly oiled skin. Fleur still bit her teeth, but was unable to take the sharp pain on her belly without letting out a grunt. Mistress Marta seemed to be taking her time with this tool, letting the skin redden and form thin welts between strikes.

Several strikes in succession seemed to be aimed at the middle of Fleur's tight abdomen, where her deep belly button demanded the most attention along her small waist. The mistress visibly put a lot of force behind her strikes and it started to show on the slave girl's skin: while her waistline was thoroughly reddened, the area was already decorated with thin welts, several purple stripes and even a few drops of blood.

Marta continued her vicious assault by moving her strikes downward, smacking the strands of wire down over Fleur's deliciously V-shaped groin, down to her pussy and the front of her upper things, while the girl struggled to keep her posture. When her lower torso and upper legs were also sufficiently decorated with whip marks, the mistress shifted her attention to a body part that most of the men viewing the stream had been waiting for: Fleur's perfect full and round breasts.

Unseen by the camera and thus by the viewers, the spikes that were pressing into her upper back caused Fleur some serious additional discomfort as the tips of the spikes slowly but surely started breaking her skin from her writhing moves. It was about to get much worse.

Mistress Marta halted her assault for a moment to admire and feel Fleur's tits before all hell would almost literally break loose on them. Even though her skin had been punctured on quite a few occasions so far and her breasts bore the marks of the heavy S&M sessions that they had been through in the past eighteen months, they had so far kept their youthful roundness and fullness. The very full double C cup with small areolas and big nipples was very eye-catching.

Fleur's remarkable tits would definitely be tightly bound into orbs of pain later on in the session, but Marta had other plans for now. She clipped four alligator clamps onto the girl's areolas, one clamp on each side of the girl's nipples. The clips were connected by a chain and when the mistress pulled it up, it stretched the tits up nicely by the areolas. When she let go of the chain again, Fleur's breasts bounced up and down with the chain dancing between the clamps.

Next, Marta fitted her slave girl with an uncomfortable O-ring that stretched her mouth open wide and made it impossible for her to bite down on her teeth. If anything, it would make her drool excessively. The mistress' next actions would make sure she would. Marta fiddled around with some of her supplies and returned to her slave girl. Of course she had a devious and inventive way of keeping her slave girl's tits stretched like when she just pulled them up: she ordered Fleur to stick out her long tongue and placed a very strong spring clamp over almost the full length of it before she let its jaws snap shut.

Fleur produced a shriek and trembled in her uncomfortable position. The sharp teeth of the clamp compressed Fleur's tongue like a bear trap. The clamp had a fairly large hook connected to its other side and that hook now dangled ominously under it. With the hook in place, Marta simply grabbed the chain connecting the four alligator clamps and roughy pulled the chain over the hook and let it go. Fleur's long tongue was grotesquely pulled down by the weight of her stretched tits and at the same time, Marta was running her fingers across the exposed soft underside of the girl's breasts.

"So tender, so soft already, this meat," the mistress cooed as she stepped back and forth in front of Fleur.  "How about we tenderize it a little more?"

Fleur watched the mistress' every move with her big blue eyes, following the hands of her tormentor as best as she could with her throat and neck pinned down.

Marta took a couple of steps back again and then forcefully smacked the metal wire strands of her sadistic flogger down on the soft underside of Fleur's breasts. The slave girl gurgled and wailed following the impact. Marta paused, waiting for some red welts and stripes to form under the bright studio lights.

"You know, girl," the mistress continued her one-sided conversation with her prey, "I'm going to decorate every fucking inch of your skin, and then I'll fucking pierce and prod and abuse the meat underneath in ways you've never even imagined!
She stepped to the other side and smacked the wires down hard again across Fleur's breasts, reddening the skin even more and breaking the skin in several places. Mistress Marta was not kidding when she said she would decorate every inch of Fleur's body: it was her goal to mark virtually every spot on Fleur's torso before she would get to the first interactive part of the session to let the viewers have a little fun. Fleur was in agonizing pain from the repeated strikes with the metal wire whip. And what was worse, contrary to most of the sessions she'd had, there was no cock to suck or fuck, or any other sexual stimulation to get her off.

So the mistress skillfully worked her way around the front of Fleur's body with her cruel wire whip, reddening, bruising and breaking the skin from the girl's nipples down to her upper thighs, making her writhe and move against the various sets of uncomfortable spikes that were part of this ordeal.

Within ten minutes of the relentless whipping session, Fleur was a drooling, sobbing and crying mess. Gone was the strong and determined girl who would show everyone how tough she was. She was in pure hell now and had finally come to realize it, with a lot worse to come before the night was over.

This was just the start. Marta had designed the session in such a way that by the end of the third part, maybe, there would be a few square inches of untouched skin on Fleur's lower arms and hands and lower legs and feet. Seeing as this was one unique opportunity that she would not likely have again any time soon, if ever, especially with a subject this pretty, she had decided to fulfill several of her most depraved fantasies and experiments tonight while she had the chance.

With the underside of Fleur's breasts and her abdomen and upper thighs sufficiently reddened and broken, for now, Marta relieved the stress on the girl's tongue by removing the chain from the hook that was clamped on it. It was a welcome break for Fleur. The mistress let the chain between the alligator clamps drop down, so that it danced across her abdomen, and she proceeded to take the clamp of of Fleur's tongue.

"That tongue is magnificent. I'm sure it has been in all kinds of filthy places. I'll have some more fun with it later on," the Mistress predicted.

Fleur tried to calm down at this moment of relative rest while Marta walked off-camera to some of her supplies, where she discarded the clamp and hook and produced stuff for the next part of the treatment. First she picked up a heavy metal weight, which she hung from the chain between Fleur's nipples. The weight was considerable and the pull of it stretched her tits down in much the same way as the tongue clamp/hook combo stretched them up just a few moments ago.

Marta went back to her supplies and fetched a metal tray that she carried towards Fleur. She put the tray down on the floor and picked up the first of a series of thin, long needles that she inserted horizontally one after the other through the wet skin of the top of Fleur's breasts. Half a dozen of the four inch long pins went right under the skin of each breast, with about two inches under the skin and an inch on each side sticking out. Marta spaced them so that they were about a quarter of an inch apart from one another.

Fleur underwent the piercing in silence while drooling all over herself and her tormented tits. Weaving these thin needles right under her skin didn't hurt as much as some of the bleeding cuts and welts that the whipping had produced in the past ten minutes. She couldn't move her head to look down to see the mistress do her work, but saw Marta step away when all the pins were in place.

The mistress proceeded the torment of her slave with a thin, but long cane. Before Fleur knew it, Marta had taken a new position to her side and started smacking the thin but rigid plastic rod down on the topside of Fleur's pierced tits. Fleur howled when the first strike impacted right where the newly inserted pins sat, but it didn't faze the mistress, who struck down four more times in rapid succession before pausing to admire her fresh handiwork.

Several small drops of blood trickled from the new puncture wounds, but there wasn't a lot of blood from the piercings. However, several dark red welts started forming on her skin, indicating that Marta's strikes were on point. The mistress stepped to the other side of her victim and slowly repeated the process from there.

While this whole process of whipping and caning was pretty intense in itself, it was just foreplay in a sense, setting the bar for everything that was to come in the later acts of this session. Marta continued the caning of Fleur's tits, working her way down her chest from where she started, not holding back any punches while she decorated the girl's already welted and bruised abs and continuing down her crotch over her pussy and down her upper thighs.

The session wasn't even halfway into the first act and Fleur had already turned into a frustrated crying mess. She tried to keep it together, but when Marta struck down a couple of times in quick succession, the masochist broke down and sobbed, pleading for her Mistress to take a break. Her pleas fell on deaf ears, of course, and the Mistress decorated every inch between the top of her tits and the caps of her knees, in her words "tenderizing the meat" that she was going to have so much more fun with later in the evening.

The two parts of the first act were designed to warm up and decorate both the front and back of Fleur's torso and upper legs. When Marta felt like she had properly treated the girl's front side, it was time to switch to her back. For both practical and entertainment purposes, this change also required a change in the position that Fleur was in, so when Marta was done, she signaled to the production assistants that it was time to make the change.

Two assistants came from their positions behind the scenes and they swiftly and professionally changed the stage setup while Marta walked off-screen and grabbed something to drink. This was also the first time that the viewers of the web stream had a chance to proposed tortures and bid on their favorite ones. While the set change was done, the video feed showed a call to action on the torture requests and some highlight clips of the session so far. Immediately the chat room exploded with suggestions and formal proposals, which would be performed on Fleur after the set change, which was in full swing.

One of the assistants busied himself with removing the ring gag,  clamps and weights from Fleur's body, while the other prepared the equipment needed for the next part of the session. First to go were the spiked blocks under the girl's heels, then the spiked block that had been pressed between her shoulder blades. When those removables were gone, the assistant tasked with getting Fleur down from her whipping post unscrewed the pins that were pressing into her throat and wrists. The moment her wrists were freed, Fleur collapsed onto her knees.

While the guy started taking down the parts of the whipping post, the camera's panned to the right, where the other assistant had finished the second setup for this act and was now dragging Fleur over to where he had lowered three chains from the ceiling. They were hanging quite a distance apart. He secured leather cuffs around the girl's ankles and wrists and connected the ankle cuffs to the two chains hanging on the left and right before using the electrical winch system on the ceiling to pull Fleur up by her legs. Within 30 seconds, she was suspended upside down from the ankle cuffs, with her head about a foot above the floor.  

The assistant stepped behind her to cuff her wrists together behind her back. For good measure, he also placed leather cuffs around her elbows and tightened them together. Then he took the middle chain and connected it to the joint cuffs on her wrists. Using the electrical winch system again, he first pulled Fleur higher up in the air until she was hanging at least three feet above the floor and then he lifted the middle chain even higher, pulling her arms up behind her back and buttocks, effectively making her push her tits up and out.

When the masochist was in position again, it was Marta's turn to await the production team's orders in the form of a printed piece of paper with short descriptions of the audience requests. The audience had exactly 180 seconds to propose tortures and bid on them. The ideas with the most financial backing were printed out and performed almost instantly. Production had decided to switch positions first, because they did not know in advance what kind of tortures would be requested and what kind of mess they would make. They wanted Fleur in the inverted suspension for the second part of this first act and thought it would be wise to have her already in position before letting the viewers have their way with her, instead of having to deal with puncture wounds in the previous setup and having to drag her over to the next. With her elbows behind her back, they'd probably focus on the front of her torso and the production only had plans with her backside in the second part.

Before the Mistress returned to her spot in front of the cameras, she was handed the request paper by the production crew and while she read what she was supposed to do, the assistants readied the supplies she needed and brought them out to her in a large metal tray on top of a small trolley table. She lit a cigarette from the tray and took a few quick drags while she walked over to her suspended slave girl.

"Are you comfortable, my Kitten?" she started her conversation. "I think your face is starting to turn as red as your tits, which is a nice touch, if you ask me."

She took another drag from her cigarette and explained to everyone what was going to happen next. "We're going to play a game. Actually, we're going to play a couple of games tonight. I like games and I like this one especially, the viewers have picked some fun action for their first requests."

Marta leaned over to Fleur's body, took another drag of the cigarette, the tip of which turned a nice bright orange, and took it out of her mouth to press it against the girl's skin on the right side of her abdomen. Fleur let out a high shriek when the cigarette kissed her skin and created a burn that colored somewhere between dark Bordeaux red and rusty brown.

"In this game I am going to decorate your body with some nice markers first. You will later find out what these markers are for," the Mistress enlightened Fleur.

Everyone who was watching the stream had seen the requests that made the top 3. Fleur was the only one who was in the dark about it. And even though production had decided themselves to combine the #3 and #2 requests, it was pretty obvious to the viewers what was going to happen here, when Marta started creating an inverted V-shaped pattern of cigarette burns on the girl's torso.

The Mistress had started on the right side of Fleur's abdomen and first continued up and more to the middle, towards her pussy, sometimes relighting her cigarette and dotting the girl's abs until she placed one a few inches right above her belly button and went back down on the other side of it. The bottom 'legs', so to speak, of the inverted V-shape ran over the sides of Fleur's breasts, almost into her armpits.

Even though Fleur preferred the sharp pain of the whips, canes and burns to any dull of blunt pain, it frustrated her that there was no sexual aspect to the tortures. No stimulation, no penetration, no cock worship... it was all those things in combination with the corporal punishments that made heavy bdsm sex more enjoyable to her. The burns were painful and it took her a lot of effort to hold back her tears, but she managed it until the last few on her left side.

When Marta was done creating the pattern on her masochist, it quickly became clear for Fleur what the idea behind these combined requests was. The Mistress had extinguished what was left of her cigarette on the last burn spot and flicked the butt away. She then turned around to her supplies and picked up a set of alligator clamps that were connected together along a string of rope.

"I guess the cat's out of the bag now," Marta laughed when she walked back over to Fleur, whose eyes widened when she saw her Mistress carrying the evil zipper.

One by one the clamps were put in place; the burns marked the spots where Marta let the sharp teeth of the clamps sink into the girl's skin, which caused a lot of additional pain and discomfort to the burns themselves. But Fleur's mind was racing ahead. She knew the zipper. She had experienced zippers made out of pretty strong clothespins and couldn't totally wrap her head around the concept of a zipper of alligator clamps.

She had a few painful moments to contemplate the concept as Marta took her sweet time to put all of her clamps in place. The longer the clamps had time to compress and bite down into the skin and underlying flesh, the more painful their removal would be, and it was the Mistress' goal here to give the audience their money's worth by making the self-proclaimed Masochist Queen completely trash and convulse in her inverted suspension when the zipper would be pulled off.

With that in mind, she proceeded to the #1 requested torture by the audience, saving the zipper until the last moment, right before Fleur's position would be slightly altered again for the second part of Marta's play. The last items to come from the supply tray were also some items that struck fear into Fleur.

Her Mistress had picked up a large revolver and pointed it up in the air for now. The audience knew it wasn't a real revolver, but rather an air gun. LiveTabooTorture previously used a Dan Wesson Model 715 for their shows and that one came loaded with six .177 caliber pellets. Just because bigger and faster meant better visual impact with these things, David had upgraded recently to an Ataman AP16, a larger .22 caliber pre-charged pneumatic air pistol that fired rounds from its 7-count magazine at 590 fps.

"I'm told these hurt like a bitch," Marta warned her masochist in advance, "so you better brace yourself. They are paying me to unload three of these magazines on you. I'll let you guess for yourself where they want me to aim, hahahaha." For Fleur, this was no laughing matter. When Marta surprised herself with a well-aimed first shot, the first pellet struck Fleur's groin, immediately leaving a dark bruise on impact. The girl howled first, then a fraction of a second later her body trashed around, but was unable to really move or swing in the position she was in.

The Mistress aimed again and the high velocity pellet struck the girl a second time, not far above the first place of impact, now on her outer labia. Fleur's dance and shrieks continued as the mistress got the hang of it and fired several rounds in succession until the first magazine was empty. One of the pellets missed its intended target because it ricocheted off one of the alligator clamps, but the other six were direct hits, most of them in the groin area that Marta had aimed for.

She reloaded the air gun and kept shooting the pellets at Fleur at a fairly high pace. About every four to five seconds she pulled the trigger, now aiming lower, where the girl's abdomen and lower chest were. The reaction to the second round of pellets was not that different from the first and Fleur was in tears by the end of it, breathing heavy and gritting her teeth. Marta had decorated the core of her body with seven small, round bruises, all between her belly button and the underside of her tits, and all at the center of the alligator clamp zipper.

Another reload followed and Fleur braced herself as much as she could for what was inevitably going to come next: seven pellets aimed at her aching breasts. The Mistress delivered on almost all counts of the girl's expectations. The impacts were strong, painful, rapid in succession and concentrated on her breasts, hitting the girl five times on the skin of her tits and twice on the long needles that were still weaved through the skin at the top of her breasts. One of those pellets did create a bruise, the other bounced off the metal without a hit on the skin.

By the time Marta had emptied the third magazine, Fleur could barely compose herself. The inverted suspension made her dizzy and her cries, coughs and convulsions had reddened her face even more than gravity did to the flow of blood to her head. The mistress felt accomplished with her hit ratio and watched her broken down masochist struggle before she placed the empty air revolver back into the tray it came from.

There was only one thing left to do before the show would move on again with Marta in the driver's seat and that was the painful removal of the alligator clamp zipper. The teeth of the small clamps had been tightening their grip on Fleur's skin, digging their serrated edges as deep as they could. The Mistress had left them on for a good period of time, which would make their removal all the more painful.

Over the years, LiveTabooTorture had collected various recipes for brutal zipper pulling and they were bringing out a complicated yet entertaining version for this special occasion. The two production assistants busied themselves with the setup while Marta checked up on the clamps and the rope that connected them. The inverted V-shaped pattern on the girl's torso featured six clamps on each side. Right in the middle of these clamps, at the top point of the inverted V, right between Fleur's pussy and belly button, the rope connecting all the clamps also had a thick ring on it. This ring was going to be the point where the production assistants would connect another rope that would provide all the pulling action in a few moments.
Marta put her finger through the ring and lightly tugged on it, pulling it up so that it stretched the first clamps on Fleur's lower abdomen a little bit. Then she let the ring fall down again and rubbed her fingertips over some of the air gun pellet bruises on the girl's breasts before stepping aside to make room for the assistants.

Fleur appeared to have calmed down somewhat, mentally preparing for what she figured would be the first really brutal abuse of the night. She was not paying too much attention to her Mistress, but eyed the two production assistants who were busy next to her, one of them working on a ladder, his upper body and hands just outside of her viewing range.

When the two guys were done, they had created a nice setup with two ropes that ran through an eye bolt in the ceiling of the production space. One of the assistants pulled a ball-shaped metal weight up high with the longer one of the two ropes, while the other pulled down the shorter of the ropes as the metal ball moved up. Fleur could see the ball clearly, as it rested on the floor a few feet in front of her before it was hoisted up in the air. Both ropes were connected to the ball, with the longer one being pulled diagonally between her legs by the assistant behind Fleur and the shorter one being pulled down by the other who was standing in front of her.

When the ball was hanging about six feet above the floor, the assistant manipulating the shorter rope pulled it taut, tied it to the ring on the alligator zipper and made sure that his knots secured the rope perfectly. He nodded as a signal to his colleague, who started moving closer to Fleur while making sure the heavy weight would remain at the same height by keeping an eye on his longer rope and the weight itself. The guy who installed the shorter rope left the scene and Marta, now standing more to the side, started explaining to her masochistic Kitten what was going to happen next.

"We're going to give you a little control now," she started. "In a few seconds, you will get to hold a rope with your hands. I'd grab hold of it really well, because as long as soon as you let go, this heavy weight that you saw dangling in front of you, will fall down to the floor. And that's kind of a predicament, isn't it?"

Fleur understood perfectly well that it was an intense predicament. First off, she knew that in order for the session to move forward, the zipper would have to come off one way or another and she knew Marta was not just going to slowly unclip each clamp. Furthermore, the longer the clamps would stay on, the more painful their removal would be, so it could be in her own best interest to get this over with, but she was afraid of the brutal pain that would eventually come with the ripping of this zipper.
Even though there was really no choice involved, giving Fleur the rope that could keep the weight up, gave the illusion that she controlled her own fate, while in reality she could only postpone the inevitable. The Mistress continued her instructions and nodded to the assistant right behind Fleur, who was still holding the longer rope.

"You need to know, little Kitten, that this weight really is as heavy as it looks, so when your fingers get to touch that rope, you better make sure to grab hold of it really well, or else this might be over quicker than you want."

The assistant moved the rope against Fleur's hands, which were still cuffed at the wrist behind her back. He held on to it, making sure the weight would not move down as Fleur's hands tried and grabbed hold of the rope. This was an extremely tough position to hold a rope in. With both her hands and her elbows cuffed behind her back, the girl didn't have a lot of slack to move in. When the assistant asserted that she had grabbed hold of the rope, he slowly let his grip subside so that her arms carried all the weight.

It was interesting to watch. The girl had a firm grip on the rope, but because the rope did slip somewhat in the transfer, the weight had come down an inch or so and the top two alligator clamps on the zipper had already ripped off.

Now Fleur thought she possibly had a choice here. Would it be possible to lower the weight slowly and control the ripping by letting only two clamps rip off at a time and then holding on to the rope, recompose and prepare, and so on? It was only for a brief few seconds that these thoughts ran through her head, because from the moment she was holding the rope by herself, the weight of the metal ball started stretching her hands, arms and body up in an even more contorted position that pushed her chest further up and out.

It became very clear that this was not a matter of choice. There was no way the girl was able to hold the weight, but her determination to hold the rope had at least provided some extra entertainment as her body stretched further before the rope finally slipped from her hands and the heavy weight crashed down to the floor a few feet away from her.

The ripping of the alligator zipper was merciless. As soon as the weight fell down, it pulled both ropes with it and in a split second all of the remaining clamps were pulled off of Fleur's torso. The girl howled and trashed around in her suspended position, breathing heavily and cursing everything and everyone. The alligator zipper now dangled high up from the ceiling and if anyone closely inspected the sharp teeth of the clamps, they would find small pieces of ripped skin between them. In most places, the devilish teeth scraped Fleur's skin, creating small cuts that bled a little, but several spots where the clamps had been now had blood pooling and running in small streams up her torso.

The zipper was every bit as mean as it looked and Fleur felt like she'd been stabbed with a dozen knives at once. It took a while before she calmed down and she was very much out of breath.

Mistress Marta wanted to continue the session as quickly as possible when the three audience requests had been performed and she walked back over to Fleur with a bottle of water, stepping over and around the big metal ball that had dropped down on the wooden floor a few feet away from her. She didn't want to be the mistress that just catered the standard tit torture/pussy whipping routine that had become so prevalent in recent bdsm productions, so she planned a little detour that would decorate a little more of Fleur's body than you'd see in your average live stream.

"See, now that was pretty tough to hold, wasn't it?" the Mistress cooed, not really expecting an answer. She held the girl's body while the production assistants lowered it using their winch system. Within half a minute, Fleur was on her back on the floor, getting a little bit of rest during the position change. Marta uncuffed her elbows and unlocked the ones on her wrists. Then she helped her sit up for a minute and gave her the bottle of water to hydrate herself.

Fleur was very thirsty and had downed the water from her bottle as quickly as she could. In the meantime, the two assistants had cleared the space around the two young women in record time and everything was ready for Fleur to be put in position for what Marta had planned next.

It was another suspended position, but this time Fleur was not going to be hanging upside down. She was facing away from the cameras when she was pulled up by the cuffs around her wrists, spreading her arms open in a V-shape. The girl wasn't pulled up too high at all. Her feet were hovering about a foot above the wooden floor of the production space when she was in her final position for this act of the show. Marta connected the cuffs around her ankles, so she couldn't really move her legs very much.
Even though the new suspension was uncomfortable in itself, because Fleur had been suspended from her wrists while waiting for her fifteen minutes of fame and her arms and shoulders already hurt from it before it all started, it was a welcome change for the girl in comparison to the inverted suspension she just came out of. Now with her back to the cameras, she knew that her Mistress was going to make good on her promise to work on her whole body. And while Fleur had no idea yet of how literal Marta would take that promise later this evening, she guessed that her backside would see some severe whipping and caning in this position.

She guessed right. She didn't see it coming, but felt it all the more: Marta's first strike hit her back diagonally from the lower left side at her waist to the top tight side at her shoulder. A red stripe appeared on Fleur's skin before her scream subsided and it was immediately clear that the Mistress brought out some relentless tools to tenderize her 'meat'.  
Right now she was swinging a plastic rod of about four feet in length. There was really nothing special about it, in fact it used to be a turning rod for changing the direction of Marta's window blinds in a previous apartment that she used to live in. An impromptu caning session with her boyfriend at the time had quickly taught her the brutal nature of the rod and it had been in her arsenal of whips ever since.

Fleur also quickly found out why Marta held on to this gem of a cane. It looked like the Mistress was trying to break the plastic rod in pieces on the suspended girl's back with another harsh strike, but the plastic survived. The same couldn't be said for the poor girl's skin, which received another diagonal strike and started bruising almost immediately.

Fleur's breathing was heavy and rapid, but apart from her screams just after impact, she seemed to be able to keep her composure pretty well. The Mistress was satisfied with the X-pattern she had just created and stepped over to a different place and aimed horizontally for her next strike. She skipped the lower back with this instrument, but aimed for the top curve in Fleur's round buttocks, alerting her masochist slightly in advance by slowly tapping her intended target area, moving her rod back and forth and performing two or three test swings before she put all her power behind it and smacked it down hard on Fleur's ass.

The impact prompted the girl into another shriek, followed by a low moan. And so the Mistress made her 'Kitten' dance in her suspension until her ass and upper thighs were also covered in red to purple stripes and welts and several small drops of blood formed on her skin and ran a few inches down her legs.

Marta likened her whip work to her make-up routine. She started off with a foundation, a base, so to speak, and layered all other highlights, shades and accents on top of that. The plastic rod was her base layer for Fleur's backside and when she was satisfied with the way it had decorated the girl's skin, she traded the instrument in for something even more aggressive with a certain explosive visual impact.

Fleur certainly noticed the difference in 'bite' between the two. Whereas the single line impact from the plastic rod stung like a wasp, she felt like a swarm of the insects had attacked her when Marta struck her new tool down on the masochist's back. Unbeknownst to Fleur, but witnessed by all the stream viewers, Marta wielded a particularly nasty whip from her arsenal: it was a flogger consisting of seven braided barbed wire strands, which featured dozens of sharp pins that did not just impact the skin, but broke through it and simply made a bloody mess.

The vicious nature of the unforgiving tool did not stop Marta from striking the whip down with force. With three well-aimed smacks, she had probably punctured Fleur's back in over a hundred places and even though the pins of the barbed wire were relatively small, their sheer number and the force of their impact created something that looked like a bloody mess.

In contrast with the visual upgrade, the pain from the barbed wire whip was something Fleur seemed to handle much better than the previous plastic rod and she endured three more smacks on her ass and upper thighs without breaking down into tears. The impacts were sharp, but seemed way more superficial than the strikes with the cane and the pain subsided more quickly. While the physical pain might have been less, the visual impact was much bigger with each strike creating more blood spatter, which delighted the audience as witnessed by their approving comments in the LTT chat room.

Marta had only inserted this segment of the show to make sure she covered as much of the masochist's body as she could, to make it somewhat of a full-body treatment. Seeing the respectable amount of blood drops and smears it had produced already, led the Mistress to believe it was enough for now and that it was time to move on to more specific tortures, to really explore and abuse this girl's best assets. Had this been a private session in her own play space, then Marta would have surely continued this impact play a little more, but since this was a live stream, it was time to move on.

She looked over to the production crew and nodded, signaling the end of this act. Marta walked off camera with her blood-covered whip while the production assistants moved in to lower Fleur and move her over to the next space for the second act of this session.