Fleur II: Wrecked

There was not much time for Fleur to catch a breath or relax once she was down from her suspension, as the production assistant who originally exposed her at the start of the session swiftly removed her from her painful position.

He removed all of her bondage and decorations that she had received during the first act of the session and paid no attention to any of her wounds, no matter how little or much they bled. Contrary to what many people expected, the actual bleeding was minimal.

A little disoriented, Fleur gazed in the distance while she rested on her hands and knees. The guy who got her down quickly fastened a spiked collar around her neck and started pulling her forward by a long leash. He made her crawl on the  floor to the next "room", pulling her forward by the leash until she arrived at the first of two torture setups that she would face in this room.

Fleur crawled to the best of her ability while dealing with the crude wide leather collar around her neck, which had several rows of nasty pins pressing sharply into her neck and throat. The production assistant helped her bend over the bottom half of a wooden structure resembling a pillory with a twist. It looked like a part of a wooden fence with a hole in the middle, which is where Fleur's body passed through at the waist. Her ankles were secured to the bottom of the structure, spreading her legs wide apart. Two leather belts were used to strap her upper thighs also to the structure before the assistant installed the top part over her back, which was a tight fit. The top part featured holes with shackles for Fleur's wrists at its very top and the only way her hands fit through the holes was when her upper body was bent forward, leaning horizontally and her arms stretched up and back behind her.

The assistant tied an elastic rope around the base of her tits, forcing them into bulging orbs of flesh. Several small streams of blood oozed from her previous puncture wounds, but no-one really paid attention to that. While the guy made sure his work was perfect, Mistress Marta welcomed her two slaves Jens and Jaime to the production. They were completely naked and carried several glass jars and other equipment and the mistress pointed to where she wanted them to put their stuff while she grabbed some things of her own.

Within a few minutes the assistant left the space and the two male slaves finished putting down everything they were told to carry in. Fleur was now immobilized against a new wooden frame, with her legs spread, ankles and thighs secured against the bottom part and her torso bent horizontally forward with her arms stretched uncomfortably up and away behind her back. Her marked, bruised and beaten body was bleeding from several wounds and her tits were tied tightly, but this was just the start of 'round 2'.

Jens and Jaime had placed several food reheaters around Fleur and on top of them and around them were a few dozen large glass jars. Some of them filled with still burning candles and some of them full of fluid hot wax. The two slaves took their initial position to the side of the room next to some other equipment and tools, as Mistress Marta started the next part of Fleur's brutal treatment by rubbing a white toilet brush over the girl's bruised ass.

Fleur was bleeding in several places  from the cuts and welts made with the various whips, and the rough bristles of the toilet brush adopted a pinkish red glow as Marta rubbed them against her slave girl's skin. Fleur couldn't see what was happening behind her. But she knew the feeling. Right now she was preoccupied with the strong pressure from the elastic rope that the assistant had wrapped tightly around the base of her tits, but her attention shifted when Marta started pressing the rough bristles against her asshole and rubbed it up and down her ass crack and down over her reddened, sensitive, but dripping wet pussy lips.

Everyone involved knew where this was going. So Marta didn't make a long drawn-out show of it. Masterfully she used her left hand to part Fleur's labia while her right hand pushed, twisted and turned the handle of the toilet brush until the bristles started to disappear into Fleur's pussy. It didn't take her long to make the head of the brush completely go in and when it was in, she let go of the handle and let it stick out. She snapped her fingers and immediately her two boys walked forward from their positions with the pieces of equipment that they were standing next to, while the Mistress continued fucking her toilet brush deeper into Fleur's pussy.

Jens and Jaime looked similar in many ways. They were romantic bisexual lovers, but submitted to every whim of their shared mistress Marta. Both of them had bald heads, but sported a goatee, both of them were overly muscular — bodybuilder type muscular — and both were completely hairless from the neck down. Jens was the typical German male: blonde goatee, white skin, blue eyes, square jaw. Jaime's skin was as dark as skin can get. He sported a black goatee and had dark brown eyes and a round face. They were both well over six feet tall.

Both men had their areolas pierced behind their nipples with heavy gauge rings and even though their cocks were not erect at this time, it was obvious to everyone watching that these men were very well endowed. Their long, thick and circumcised cocks looked impressive and terrifying even in their flaccid state.

At Marta's request, both men moved to the opposite side of where their Mistress was. They stood side by side and started masturbating their impressive cocks in front of Fleur's face while the star of the show moaned from the intense vaginal stimulation she was receiving.

Mistress Marta explained to everyone involved and everyone watching what was going to happen next: "Boys, please get your cocks hard by using her mouth and face any way you want." She paused for a second. "But do not get yourself too aroused yet!" She snapped her fingers to signal production that she was ready and two men came from different sides to place identical column-like contraptions under Fleur's torso, right next to each other. The men connected several wires and handed some kind of remote control to Jaime, who stopped stroking his big black cock and instead used his free hand to grab Fleur by her high pony tail and pushed the head of his cock deep into her mouth.

Always eager to please and continuously hungry for cock, Fleur's instincts took over and she started performing exquisite fellatio on Jaime with her long, strong and well-trained tongue.  

One of the assistants left the area and the other flipped a switch that activated the freshly installed contraptions, as indicated by a bright red light at the bottom of both.

What they just had installed were two motor-operated columns that automatically raised a platform at their top. Each column stood about a foot tall when they were turned on and featured square shaped platforms on top that were about 6 by 6 inches in size. A motor system pushed these platforms up automatically and the production assistant who started the machines waited until both platforms were raised so far that they hovered right under Fleur's tightly bound tits. He then flipped another switch on the base of the columns and the platforms both stopped moving.

The assistant gestured to Jaime to press the button on his remote control, but he was to preoccupied pressing his hard cock deeper into Fleur's mouth. Jens, who had been stroking his cock, but also watching the two assistants, slapped him against his upper left arm to bring him back to reality and told him to press his button. Jaime quickly did what he was asked and slowly the platforms on the columns  started moving back down to their original position. The second production assistant left the room at this point, but the one who had previously left, returned and placed a special kind of candle on top of each platform: the candle was square-shaped, custom made to fit the 6x6" platforms on top of the columns. But instead of them featuring one wick to make them burn, they featured more than a dozen of very small ones in neatly spaced rows. Now they were lit, they basically functioned like a 6x6" field of flames.

While it became increasingly obvious to everyone watching what was going to happen here, Fleur had no idea, even though she could already feel the rising heat of the multiple flames under her torso. She had been too distracted while the columns and flames were installed, because both Jaime's humongous cock and Mistress Marta had kept her pretty distracted. Still in training to accommodate cocks of this size with her mouth and throat, Fleur had taken the fellatio slow. Her boyfriend had a respectable cock of over 9 inches when fully erect and she had enough experience sucking him down all the way, but Jaime's was not only at least two inches longer, but considerably thicker than she was used to. As an aspiring sex and porn professional, she had been trained by Mistress Elsa with several flexible dildos that were even longer than Jaime's cock, but this was different since she didn't control the depth and speed and his real life cock was considerably more stiff and rigid than her training dildos. So she choked on him and it frustrated her that things didn't go like they always did in smooth deepthroat porn. She would soon find out that no one cared how smooth it went and that there was a fine but distinguished line between the deepthroat porn that she was thinking about and the skullfuck porn they were aiming for here. But that wasn't all. While Fleur was gagging on the still playful big black cock in her mouth and throat, Marta had busied herself as well on the other end of her slave girl's body and the frequent muffled shrieks and grunts that Fleur produced while the two columns were set up under her, were the result of her Mistress using some fishing line and a curved needle to sew her cunt shut with the toilet brush still buried deep inside her. Marta had fucked it deep, grating the plastic bristles against her vaginal wall and pushing against her cervix, giving the brush a few wicked turns when it was as deep as she could get it.

Stitching carefully around the brush handle which was still sticking a little out  between Fleur's pussy lips, the Mistress skillfully shut the girl's labia tight with the fishing line, making her an anal-only slut for at least what was to come in the near future of this session.

When Marta was done, she discarded the needle and leftover fishing line that she had cut off and watched the installation of the two special rows of flames under her 'piece of meat'. The production assistant finished installing and lighting two of the special candles, but left a stack of them, together with a small blow torch, next to the two columns at the base of the custom pillory that restrained Fleur. He then also left the production area, so that Mistress Marta could continue the show.
"We are going to play a game," she started enlightening everyone. "This pain slut here loves sucking cock so much that we are going to make a challenge out of it." Then she addressed Jens and Jaime, not in their native German, but in impeccable English: "Boys, we are going to have some fun with this one. You're going to take turns fucking her throat and ass deep and hard while I stimulate specific areas of her body. Don't let my actions distract you from your fucking duties, I want both your cocks pumping in and out of her at all times, no matter what, until I tell you otherwise, is that understood?"

Both of her guys acknowledged that they understood and Marta continued. "Jaime, you will soon move back here first. When you do, you eat her ass for a little bit and then you fuck her as hard and deep as you like. If you want, you may grab the handle of the toilet brush inside her pussy to have a little extra fun. Jens, all of that goes for you as well when you're back here. But you start out in her mouth, so take the remote control from Jaime when he leaves.  It's part of the 'face fuck game'."
Marta continued to explain how the game would work: the two platforms under Fleur's torso would slowly be raised, moving the flames closer and closer to her bound tits. Her assignment was to make the guy in front of her cum as quickly as possible, because he was instructed to press the button on the remote control the moment he had shot a load either in her face or deep down her throat, lowering the flames again to their starting position. The boys then would switch places and the fun would continue in exactly the same way all over again.

The Mistress walked over to her two boys on their masochist's front side and slapped her flat hand against Fleur's tightly bound left breast.

"Do you understand, you little cock whore?" She asked Fleur specifically. Fleur nodded and tried to make a sound resembling "yes, Mistress" with Jaime's cock still in her mouth.

Marta admired the setup she was working with: her perfect slave girl had already been whipped, bruised and beaten all over her body, showing the purple and dark red stripes, welts and bruises on her tanned skin from her tits to her lower thighs at the front, from under her neck at the back to just above the knees, like most of the Elite Pain models after their harsh sessions. Marta had always found it a shame that those girls were not put to better use than just the bruises and welts they received. At least here there would be some sexy and deviant fucking and sucking with the star of the show.

Fleur was already in severe pain from all the whippings and beatings she had received on the front and back of her torso. It felt in some places like her skin had been torn off and everything felt like it was on fire. And now she was restrained in this uncomfortable position, her pussy filled with a rough brush and sealed with fishing line and two sets of flames burning a short distance under her tits. But she was determined to take it all like a champ. She had promised her boyfriend to be strong and to be the crazy ultra masochistic sexy pain slut that he knew her to be and she didn't want to disappoint him or herself. The thought of him gave her more than enough courage and strength to take whatever they'd dish out on her tonight. She wanted to make him proud.

What Mistress Marta failed to mention, but was a reasonably significant part of this second setup's end goals, was that she wanted Fleur's tits to have a few nice puncture wounds afterwards in addition to the fire burns she was sure to receive. Her alter ego Sadie the sadistic nurse for the third and final part of this session needed some real wounds to tend to, now didn't she? So Marta had decided that every time her boys switched positions because one of them shot his load in Fleur's face or mouth, she would pierce two short but thick skewers through each of Fleur's areolas while the flames were lowered to their lowest position.

It was time for this sadistic game to start and Marta signaled her boys to get into position. Jaime pulled his hard cock out from between Fleur's lips and quickly made his way behind her, where he knelt down, grabbed the handle of the toilet brush and pressed his mouth against her asshole. As his hand started manipulating the handle of the brush, his tongue pressed and probed her sphincter. Jens had already moved into position and Fleur started licking and sucking on his cock head before he even pressed the button on the remote control to start raising the flames.

Meanwhile, the live stream viewers, now familiar with the setup and basic rules of the game, got their moment again to cook up and promote their own ideas to abuse Fleur's body with. A heated discussion erupted over what body parts should be the target and if certain tortures should be dished out right now or saved for later in the session. While a certain percentage of the viewers busied themselves with determining the best course of action, the action on the live stage was already in full swing and the game was underway.

After a few moments of deep licks and savoring Fleur's exquisite taste, Jaime had replaced his tongue with his cock head and started fucking. Jens teased Fleur's mouth per his Mistress' instructions and only gave her his cock head to wrap her lips around before he pulled it back out. Fleur quickly realized that this was all part of the game and her hopes of showing she could make him cum quickly with her skilled tongue faded within moments. Inside, it frustrated her a little. On the outside, she perfectly acted her part of the begging submissive slut, looking up to him, moaning from the big black cock penetrating her ass, begging with her big blue eyes, her long tongue extended, licking the air between her and his cock head like she tasted an imaginary popsicle.

Jens delayed the actual fellatio until the flames were almost halfway up under Fleur's bound tits, which were now reaching a nice shade of purple. Then he stopped stroking himself and stepped a little forward to let Fleur take his hard cock fully in her mouth.

His cock was about the same length as Jaime's, but a little thinner over its total size. When engorged, though, his cock head grew to a large mushroom that had Jaime's pale in comparison and Fleur had considerable trouble accommodating him with her throat. Jens didn't pay much attention to her tears and struggles, but held her head so he could just force his long cock into the girl's throat.

Marta watched from the side how her two slave boys fucked her perfect masochist in her mouth and ass, but she wasn't going to just stand by and enjoy. She picked up one of the wax-filled jars from the reheaters and stepped next to Jaime, who had found his rhythm and held Fleur by her waist as he pounded her asshole.

"Oh boy, don't work yourself up too much," the Mistress told him. "Unless of course you can spray your cum deep inside her ass before we switch. Wouldn't want that sexy long tongue of hers to push you over the edge too quickly after you take Jens' place. That would be a waste of those candles."

Marta encouraged him to just keep fucking as she tilted the jar of fluid wax right above Fleur's buttocks and let the blue hot wax flow down on the girl's welted, bruised and reddened skin. If Fleur even moaned or reacted in any other way to the hot wax that hit her ass, wasn't noticeable. Of course streams of wax ran immediately down to all sides of her ass, including her butt crack, where it flowed right onto Jaime's pounding cock as well. Mistress Marta moved and turned her jar so that she covered as much of Fleur's lower back, ass and buttocks as she could with the wax until the jar was empty.

When Marta discarded her jar, Fleur's moans and cries started to get louder and the Mistress watched in delight as her slave girl struggled not only with Jens' and Jaime's now equally pounding cocks, but with the flames that were just about five inches shy of licking the underside of her bound bulging tits.

As much as Marta wanted to take credit for this deliciously devious setup, it was actually the production company that designed it, and as a trade-off for not letting their own guys have their way with Fleur, but bringing Jens and Jaime instead, they had negotiated that the torture would have to be a little more brutal than originally planned. Had their own guys fucked Fleur for this part of the session, then they would have had the flames raise so high that they would have extinguished against the skin of her bound tits. And while that would have been extremely painful and have caused some pretty nasty burns in itself, their decision to now have the flames stop an inch or so under her skin was even more sadistic as it would sear and burn her tits even more because of their prolonged exposure to the heat of the flames.

As the flames came closer and closer, Fleur realized she had no way to influence anything. When this game started, she still thought she would show everyone what a skilled cocksucker she was, something she had taken more and more pride in over the years as she worked on her techniques with overt enthusiasm to the delight of the boys and men who were lucky enough to experience the deadly combination of her complete shamelessness and devoted eagerness to please.

Marta kept watching as the flames almost reached their highest point, with Fleur arching her back as much as she could to keep more distance between her tits and the heat. But it was to no avail as Jens had taken the remote control between his teeth and now used both of his hands to hold her crying and choking head down, impaling it on his rock hard cock. Fleur's arms trashed within the little room they had to move as she couldn't keep raising her torso any longer and her tits fell down the few inches she had been able to lift them.

Jens kept fucking her throat like he was instructed to do, Jaime destroyed her ass in such a way that made it look like he was definitely trying to cum sooner than his partner and Marta, mesmerized by the dancing flames against her slave girl's tits, stepped and bent forward to get a closer look.

She had previously already given Fleur's tits a considerable whipping and beating and the girl's skin had discolored quite a bit from that treatment. In their current tight bondage, the bulging orbs had taken on a darker shade of purple, which was now again reddened by the dancing flames. Because of the way Fleur's body was restrained in the pillory, the flames danced right under the part of her breasts that ran from her erect nipples to her ribcage. Marta witnessed up close how the flames made her skin glisten and burn under the influence of the heat. Fleur trashed her arms, but was unable to pull her body up anymore.
Right as several small blisters started forming just under Fleur's areolas on both tits, Jens let go of her head and pulled his cock all the way out of her throat. Fleur was almost choking and gasped for air when his long cock retracted, leaving thick strands of spit, mucus and semen hanging from her lips to the tip of his swollen cock head.

She coughed, screamed and cried at the same time when her mouth was free again and Jens took the remote control out of his mouth and pressed the button that lowered the flames. Jaime was still pounding away at her and was now slapping her ass and thighs so hard that he cleaned most of the hardened wax off. Marta almost forgot that this was her cue to participating again, but she quickly sprung into action and when the flames went far enough down, she used a forceps to grab and hold Fleur's left nipple and pierced two thick but short skewers right under her areolas, going in on the burned and bubbly underside and making a cross with the metal rods. The girl's other breast received exactly the same treatment and by the time all four skewers were pushed through her bound titmeat, Jaime had reached his orgasm and he pulled out and shot his impressive load over her ass against the back part of the pillory that Fleur was restrained in, with several strands running down and dripping on her lower back.

It was at this point when Marta got back up from piercing Fleur's tits that the production assistant briefly came back and handed her the list with the backwards ranking of the audience requested tortures for this first setup. She took a few moments to read the descriptions, which were fairly straightforward. She was to perform the third of the tortures right now, the second one during the next round of the fire game and the top voted one after finishing the second and likely final round.

When she was done reading and discarded the note, she accepted the necessary tool for the first torture from the assistant and gestured to Jaime to pick up a second batch of items from the assistant before joining her behind Fleur.

Fleur herself couldn't see a thing. She was a crying and sobbing mess. It didn't just feel like her tits were on fire, her skin had actually been burnt with flames and from the looks of it, the production was far from done. As if her burning and pierced tits weren't giving her enough to deal with, the audience had decided that her waxed ass needed some more stimulation. Marta used one hand to wipe and peel off several strands of hardened blue wax that Jaime had not yet spanked off before she put her new tool to use.

'Tool' was exactly the right word, since it was a power tool that she received from production. It was a drill/screwdriver combo that was currently equipped with a screwdriver bit. Jaime held a plastic basket with two dozen small stainless steel screws in them and Marta had requested that he give her the first one.

The Mistress had done this before, so she had developed a technique. Drilling into skin was easy when it was stretched tight, the looser the skin, the harder or messier it became. Her assignment was to drill two dozen of the short, sharp screws into Fleur's tight and round ass. No pattern, just wherever they would go, so they would tenderize the girl's meat and give her some additional pain to deal with during her upcoming assfucking in round two of the fire game.

Marta used several fingers of the hand with which she held the screws to stretch the skin before pressing the sharp tip of the screw into the skin and putting the head of the power tool against it. It was all in the movements and timing. Once the head of the drill was pressed against the screw, it was simply a matter of applying enough pressure to the screw with the tool and pulling the trigger to make it turn at the same time.

Disappointingly perhaps to the audience, Fleur didn't seem to be reacting much to the screws that were being drilled into her ass. She kept up the same level of noise and sobs as before while Marta inserted one screw fairly quickly after another. These pins were not long, maybe half an inch in length, if even that. But still, the sight was that of a pretty brutal torture and even though there was little to no blood and the masochist seemed not to be bothered by it, the audience enjoyed the sight.

When she was halfway done, Marta figured that later on in the session she should make some more use of these screws to make Fleur fully aware of their presence. Meanwhile Fleur had relatively composed herself and even though she was still an abused mess, she had stopped sobbing and just gritted her teeth with every screw that her Mistress drilled in. Her makeup had been completely ruined by now, but since she was a natural beauty, all of it could be smeared or wiped off and she would still be gorgeous, hell, many people would argue that she looked her best in her current state: wild, primal and still absolutely stunning.

While Marta was busy with her handiwork, one of the special candles under Fleur's torso had died, and the other was not far behind. Quickly, one of the production assistants came back to replace both of them, but he didn't light them yet.

The last few screws evoked some more sounds from the masochist. Maybe it was because she had some time to slightly compose herself, or maybe the tissue of her upper thighs was simply more sensitive to the screws that were being drilled in, but it was apparent that she made more noise when Marta finished up.

It was a nice creative crescendo, because with the end of the audience request came the start of game round two, which would certainly test more of Fleur's endurance and limits. Marta instructed Jaime and Jens to take each other's place and the obedient men didn't take long to comply. Jaime received the additional task of lighting the two freshly installed candles and he quickly used the little blow torch that the assistant left for this task, before he grabbed the remote control and took his position in front of Fleur.

Jens was already behind the girl and he started stroking his semi-erect cock while his Mistress told him what she expected him to do. When she was done, he nodded his head and took a tube of lube from her that he threw down on the floor between Fleur's spread and shackled feet before stroking his cock a little more and pushing its large mushroom head against Fleur's sphincter.
Jaime's cock had already been greeted by Fleur's long tongue and even though he was still waiting for his mistress to give the signal to press the button on his remote control to start raising the flames again, he enjoyed the wonderful sensations of Fleur's fantastic fellatio. The masochist didn't wait for her Mistress to give any signal. The sooner she got Jaime hard and ready to go again, the sooner the nasty fire would be pulled away from her tits later on. So she immediately started working on the thick black cock when it came close to her face.

Marta was almost ready for round two of the game. Per the instructions she had received from the production assistant, she herself was to administer the torture with the second highest amount of support while round two of the fire game was in full swing. She traded in her power drill for another electrical tool: an. industrial grade staple gun. The instructions didn't give her an exact or minimum amount of the nasty staples that she had to administer, or where on Fleur's body for that matter, so Marta was going to just see whatever felt right. She fired a test shot, which made the first staple fly through the air. It appeared that the gun was loaded with 0,5" x 0,5" 12 gauge crown staples, making them basically operate like two joint half-inch nails hammered into whatever surface the gun was pressed against.

With her slave boys already enjoying the best of what Fleur had to offer to them at the moment, Marta gave her signal to Jaime, who pressed his remote control button and, like Jens previously, placed it between his teeth so he had both hands free to grab Fleur's head.

From the moment the Mistress officially started round two, it was obvious that the first round had been child's play compared to what was happening now. Whereas the previous antics could have been viewed as two enthusiastic dominant and well-endowed men enjoying somewhat forceful sex with a restrained but willing masochistic female under the supervision of a somewhat strict Mistress, the current live action had quickly taken on a new dimension. The most accurate description would be something along the lines of 'threesome of two relentless males and one sadistic female destroy a slab of limp fuckdoll meat'.

Jens and Jaime were just pounding Fleur, ramming their rock hard dicks to the hilt in their respective holes that they were assigned. Jaime held Fleur in a vice grip with his hands around the back of her head and her throat while he simply used her like a rag doll. Jens fucked her ass like a madman with deep hard thrusts and he slapped and squeezed Fleur's buttocks, aiming for the spots where Mistress Marta had drilled most of the screws into the girl's flesh.

Fleur didn't know which way was up anymore. She was dizzy and nauseous and choked on the big black cock plowing her throat. She lost control over her body and just hung paralyzed and limp in the position she was restrained in, as if this was some kind of out-of-body experience.

The realization that this experience was in fact very real, came back quickly with the first of many jolts of pain that enveloped her already aching chest. Mistress Marta wanted to make sure she seized the opportunity immediately to use the audience-requested staple gun on some of Fleur's prime assets. Should she wait too long, the flames that were about to sear the skin of the girl's tits a second time, would be too high for her to properly use the tool on her tits, so the Mistress had placed the mouth of the tool tightly against the side of Fleur's left breast and pulled the trigger.

The girl's already beaten, bruised, tied and pierced meat of her breasts was obviously no match for the machine. With a pull of the trigger, the double set of nails was shot deep all the way into Fleur's tits, not only piercing the half inch rods completely into the flesh, but bruising it some more on impact.

Each of the shots felt to Fleur like someone stabbed a knife or ice pick into her burning tits and if she could have shrieked or cried, she would have. With Jaime's big cock stuffed down her throat, though, her physical response was limited to more erratic choking.

The Mistress knelt next to Jaime, alternating her shots between Fleur's tits, randomly shooting them into the bound orbs of flesh: to the sides, straight into the areolas from the front, topside and even into the bubbly burnt underside where soon the flames would dance again.

While Marta embedded the first dozen or so nails into the tits of her grotesquely abused masochist, Jaime started his own version of high intensity interval training for Fleur's throat. He'd brutally skullfuck her for about thirty seconds and then pull all the way out, letting her somewhat catch her breath before assaulting her again. On the other side of the pillory, Jens had also altered his activities per his mistress' instructions. It was unclear if he had shot a load in Fleur's ass, but he had already pulled out and grabbed the tube of lube from the floor and applied it very liberally to her asshole.

He first used the index finger of his right hand to push the lube further inside, but soon a second finger followed, and a third... By the time he also worked his fourth finger in and twisted his hand from side to side, Mistress Marta had walked up to him and she squatted to his left side.

"Do you think she can take it?" she asked him, not really wanting or expecting a response. "Do you care?" Jens chuckled, and he squirted the last of the lube out of its tube and proceeded to twist his hand in such a way that he could also accommodate the tip of his thumb inside of Fleur's sphincter. Marta watched his hand movements from the corner of her eye as she herself got to work on the girl's thighs. She started right at the top of Fleur's left leg, under her literally screwed buttock and pressed her staple gun down and pulled the trigger.

*ka-chuck* was the sound it made and just like on the meat of Fleur's tits, the machine met no resistance here. It was a clean shot of the dual nails straight into the skin. No bleeding whatsoever. Marta moved the head of her stapler down an inch and repeated the process, creating the start of a nice straight line of staples down the girl's thighs. At the same time, Jens had managed to twist his hand deeper inside and was now fisting Fleur's asshole up to his wrist.

After six quick staples down Fleur's left leg, the Mistress got up from her squatted position and stopped for a few seconds to admire Jens' work. His hand was twisting around, slowly fucking a little deeper with every twist and turn, disappearing into Fleur's bottom. And what a bottom it was. It was round, toned, perfect already when they had started working on it, but now with all the decorations they had put into it, it was simply magnificent. Marta ran her free hand over the many screws that were drilled into the girl's flesh. Jens had spanked, fucked and squeezed her ass so hard that a few of them had been completely dislodged and the puncture wounds of others had started bleeding a little. It was a lovely sight.

Marta was ripped from her daydream by  several loud shrieks from Fleur, who had once again been allowed to breathe and cough for a few moments by Jaime. Marta first looked down at Jens, but he was still rhythmically plowing away at Fleur's ass. There was no way his fist, though probably uncomfortable, evoked these kinds of noises from the masochist. Then she quickly realized that the flames had probably reached their highest point again and their tips were licking the already burned skin of the underside of Fleur's tormented tits.

A quick step to the left and a glance over confirmed the Mistress' suspicions and she took this as a cue to quickly finish stapling Fleur's other leg before all the fun of this round was over. Marta moved to the other side of Jens, who had now significantly picked up the pace of his hand movements and he looked like he was trying to work up to the point where he could just punch fuck Fleur's sphincter.

Jaime on the opposite end knew he needed to stop his HIIT procedure and just fuck the shit out of Fleur's throat until he came, otherwise the girl would not have any fair chance of preventing her tits from being burned to a crisp.

It was an intense and brutal sight: Jaime was once again forcefully skullfucking Fleur, while the flames danced right under her severely tortured tits. Jens never managed to really punch fuck her, but had worked his full fist back into her ass again and ventured deeper than before. Marta, who had finished stapling the girl's thighs and put down the gun, watched in awe as half the guy's forearm --almost twice the size of her own arm-- disappeared into Fleur.  She had walked back over to the left side of Jens and Fleur, where she squatted once again, reaching her own hand behind Fleur to play some more with the toilet brush that had been idle for a while now inside her sewn-up pussy. While she started fucking the bristled invader up her slave girl's pussy again, she turned her head to look to her left, where the flames of the candles were once more glazing and searing the already burnt underside of Fleur's tits.

While Marta already envisioned the obvious and considerable amount of scar tissue Fleur would take home from her burn wounds from this experience, she also imagined that the girl would wear them with masochistic pride, just like she did the other ones already present on her body from past sessions. These wounds were nasty and would take some time to heal, but Marta knew she would be adding several more permanent scars to Fleur's body before the night was over.

All of a sudden Jaime grunted and held Fleur's head again in a vice grip as he pressed his balls against her chin and kept his long cock buried deep in her throat. He came. Hard. And before he pulled out and pressed the button on his remote control, he savored the moment and enjoyed fully what he thought to be his last orgasm of the night; for this session anyway. He shot his stringy second load deep into Fleur's throat, likely immediately into her stomach, before pulling out, letting her head fall down again en pressing the button on his remote control unit.

Fleur was on the verge of passing out. She was barely awake, coughing her lungs out, but far from lucid and her torso basically hung limp from the shackles around her wrists. Her tits were still being barbecued over the slowly retracting flames and as long as the columns on which those flames resided had not fully returned to their starting position yet, Jens and Mistress Marta would continue their work.

The brush in her pussy and Jens' fist in her ass were definitely more for show than for actual effect, because it looked like Fleur didn't feel anything they did anymore. When she caught her breath again and inhaled and exhaled deeply to the best of her abilities, she simply let out a long low moan without any shrieks or spikes in volume.

After a minute or so, the flames were back in their starting position. Marta stopped fucking the toilet brush up and down and pushed it as far back in as she could. She signaled to Jens to stop his activities as well and he slowly pulled his forearm out of Fleur's ass. There were now only two more things for Marta to do to bring the first act of this second room to a close: first she needed to pierce two more of the thick, short skewers through poor Fleur's areolas, then she needed to perform the #1 audience request before production could move on to part B of this second act of the show.

Marta decided to take her time, to give Fleur a moment of relative rest to somewhat catch her breath and recharge, if that was even possible, before the madness of this hell would continue. And while she was at it, she scrapped the two extra skewers through the girl's areolas. She'd have enough puncture wounds to work with in Act 3. But the third and final audience request was something she could not forego and she slowly made her way to the side of the production area where the assistant was already waiting for her with the tool that was requested.

Jens and Jaime knew that their services were no longer needed for the moment and they went backstage together to clean themselves up. Marta had received another toilet brush from the production assistant and she waved it around while she slowly walked back over behind Fleur, followed immediately, like before, by one of the cameramen.

Marta ran her left hand over Fleur's abused and messy ass, over her decorated buttocks to her ass crack with her exposed and gaping hole, which was a wet mess decorated with tons of lube a little hints of blood mixed in. The masochist had not seen what they were preparing for her next. She had closed her eyes and indeed enjoyed a few moments of relative ease when Marta had slowed her pace. But things were about to get more serious again now, with the second toilet brush serving as a fitting prologue for or bridge to part B of the play time in this room.

Marta bent over to pick up the tube of lube that Jens had previously discarded on the floor, only to find that it was almost empty. She did manage to squeeze another few drops of lube onto Fleur's ass crack, they'd have to do for now. Then she started rubbing the sturdy bristles of the brush up and down  over Fleur's abused sphincter for a moment and eventually turned and aligned the head for penetration.

Marta knew this would require quite some force, even if Fleur would relax her muscle, of which she had no guarantee. Fleur in turn gritted her teeth and had panic in her eyes. She definitely had felt that it was another brush-like thing that her Mistress was rubbing over her ass, and since she had already received a toilet brush in her sewn up pussy, this second brush could mean only one thing and it terrified her.

She had never actually received a toilet brush up her ass before. Her boyfriend had teased her with it, but never followed through on the handful occasions that they'd included the plastic brush in their play. Her mouth and pussy were more familiar with it, as he'd 'scrub' those places clean sometimes, because she'd been a dirty escorting slut. This was all role play, of course, and even though she did on occasion escort or perform at private parties, he was proud of her and would never think the wrong kind of dirty of her. And she just loved it when he degraded her like that. But even though Fleur had seen Mistress Elsa use a toilet brush inside the ass of one of her slave girls once and she had seen an internet video of a guy sticking a whopping three of them up there himself, she was kind of glad that she'd never been on the receiving end herself so far.
But that was about to change quickly, as Marta started forcefully pushing the head of the brush against Fleur's already abused asshole. The Mistress pushed and twisted and slowly but surely the bristles on the front part of the brush's head started disappearing into the girl's body. There was no fucking motion yet on Marta's part, she'd wait until the whole head had disappeared inside and Fleur's sphincter had closed itself around the plastic handle of the brush again.

The sensation didn't surprise Fleur. It felt like what it was: the sturdy short plastic hairs of a brush grating against her tender insides. It hurt like dozens of nails were scratching against her insides, but where she expected it to be a mixture of what she described as 'blunt' and 'sharp' pain, the brush gave her mostly a sensation of her preferred 'sharp' pain, especially after Marta had pushed the head of the brush all the way in and started a slow fucking motion with the handle to push the brush deeper inside her ass.

To her surprise, the fresh stimulation sent signals of enjoyable pain to her masochistic brain and it distracted her a little from the immense burning pain that was still raging in her breasts. It got even better, when Marta had some kind of rhythm going and grabbed the handle of the other toilet brush that was sticking out of her sewn pussy. The Mistress now fucked Fleur in a double toilet brush penetration and the masochistic slut started to get off on it. If her bondage hadn't made it impossible for her, she would have gyrated her ass in anticipation of Marta's thrusts, twisting and turning her ass for maximum pleasure from the intense stimulation.

When Marta realized that this audience request aroused and stimulated Fleur, she decided to draw this segment out a little, giving her slave girl a few moments of pleasure to compose herself and hopefully recharge her batteries for the brutal and not-so-pleasurable treatments that were still to come. So she kept fucking the brushes up and down Fleur's holes and started a little conversation.

"Oh, you filthy little pain slut," she started, "you enjoy this, don't you?"

Fleur kept moaning but didn't reply initially, she assumed the Mistress was speaking rhetorically. But when Marta asked her again and demanded an answer, she opened her eyes, tried to look behind her to where her Mistress was, and replied between her continued moans: "Yes, Mistress, please don't stop!"

Marta laughed and kept fucking the brushes in and out, mostly simultaneously, but sometimes alternating and forever trying to grind the heads of the brushes together, squeezing the thin wall between Fleur's vagina and colon.

All of a sudden the masochist exclaimed in a bold and aroused mood: "Give me some dick to suck, please?!" She extended the vowels in 'please' like a small child trying to manipulate her mother into getting her her favorite candy in the supermarket. The unexpected and uninvited request took Marta by surprise and she immediately stopped what she was doing. She walked over to the other side of the pillory and slapped Fleur in the face.

"Did anyone tell you you could make requests, bitch?" the Mistress addressed her. "Shit," Fleur thought, "my big mouth again...  this is another one of those questions that could be intended to be rhetorical." She decided that it would be better to answer a rhetorical question than to ignore an actual question in this situation and said "No, Mistress, I'm sorry," and she looked down to the floor.

Marta slapped her in the face again. "Look at me, you slut," she continued, "you know the rules. You do not speak unless spoken to! Do you understand?"

Fleur looked up again and spoke softly "Yes, Mistress, I am sorry and it will not happen again."

"It damn better not happen again! And for the record, you're not getting your dick to suck and since you enjoyed this stuff way too much for my liking, I think it's time we move on to the next setup, see how tough a pain slut you really are!"

Marta snapped her fingers and on this cue the two production assistants appeared in view again to quickly move stuff away and get Fleur from her current position to an uncomfortable new one for the second part of the proceedings in this room. While they were busy removing all the things that would not be needed anymore and the cameras were aimed at the two brush handles sticking out of Fleur's behind, Marta quickly tended to her brave slave girl and encouraged her with a few sips from a bottle of water and whispering the words: "Hey, you're doing great and are looking fantastic doing it. We're halfway done, but brace yourself, the next stuff is going to be pretty unpleasant."