Fleur V: Blackout

Sunday, 4.04 am

“Nice slag you have there.”

Dominika turned to her left side with a surprised look on her bored face. No one had talked to her all night.

“She’s yours, right?” a more than middle-aged man asked, nodding his head towards a purple couch not too far away. He had a round, emotionless face framed by long sideburns which ran down from his short but full hair on his head. A thin mustache running down into a neat goatee framed his full lips. Dominika estimated that he was in his late fifties or early sixties. He was dressed in a black suit and dark purple tie, drastically different than anyone else she had seen all night.

Dominika glanced over in the direction that he was looking, to the couch where Kiara was now being used by half a dozen men of all shapes and sizes, her small naked body a canvas of cuts and bruises, common mementos for the girls that served as the entertainment here this night. Cocks and strap-ons bigger and girthier than the girl’s arms slammed into her welcoming cunt and greedy asshole while she struggled to give head to three cocks lined up next to each other in front of her face.

“She looks delicious, despite her heavy make-up” the man continued, in a languid, feminine tone, studying Dominika’s face as he licked his lips, looked down for a split second and continued slowly: “I like them small and flat and blonde. Those two are mine.” He looked over at a spot behind the purple couch, where two girls watched Kiara’s gang bang up close. “The ones with the lavender boots and matching collars.”

Dominika didn’t say a word. She was instantly creeped out by the man’s aura, but intrigued at the same time, especially after she realized that the girls he was referring to, were two small, slender nymphs with tight round asses, tiny waists, flat chests and long blonde hair. She had actually spotted the duo a while ago. If she had been doing an audition for new piglets at home, those two seemed like they could be top contenders.

“I’m sorry, how rude of me,” the man apologized with a grand gesture. “My name is Rupert. I’ve never seen you here before. Did you come from Ruinland or are you a member?”

Dominika was slightly annoyed by the barrage of questions, but indulged the eccentric man nonetheless and turned slightly towards him.

“I’m Herrin Dominika,” she answered with her heavy German accent, gauging his reaction, which was not visible on his face or in his body language. “From Berlin,” she added.

Rupert’s eyes lit up “Wun-der-bar!” he exclaimed enthusiastically. “Excellent place. Many naughty memories”, he added with a wink.

The mischievous look stayed on his face, encouraged by Dominika’s forced smile in response to his chit chat.

“Your girl looks like she can handle herself,” Rupert observed, adding: “Just like my Chloe, the slightly taller gymnast. Don’t be fooled by her innocent looks. She’s a filthy pain slut. Grace, on the other hand,” he continued while looking over at his blondes, “is quite new to all this. She needs to be shown some acquired tastes, but has proven eager and quite nasty herself, but slightly on the sadistic side.”

Dominika also looked over at the two rail thin girls behind the couch again.

After a short pause Rupert added: “Would you be interested to trade, perhaps? For an hour or so? Anything goes? I will compensate you handsomely.”

Dominika looked at him with more surprise than before. Rupert noticed.

“I’m sorry. I do apologize. I thought it best to come to the point immediately, seeing as it’s already past four in the morning and such”, Rupert hastily explained. “Her service at the couch should come to an end soon and I have a rented a private space a few doors down the hall where we can enjoy our, let’s say, shared proclivities.”

Dominika was stunned by his direct proposal, but intrigued at the same time. The tiny blondes did look delicious. And Natan was away doing whatever he was doing for another hour or so. He made it very clear he didn’t want to watch while others had their way with Kiara.

Since Dominika had not immediately said no to his bold proposal, Rupert doubled down.

“I’ll throw in two thousand pounds, in cash up front, if I can film her while I play with her – anything goes. I’d like to put some dents in her. You can do the same with my girls.”

“Fuck it,” Dominika said after a few seconds of silence, “you have a deal.” She would have taken the deal without the money too, but that was a nice and unexpected bonus.

“How experienced are they with sharps and blood play?” Dominika wanted to know.

Rupert’s face produced an unsettling smirk.

“Ooh, a connoisseur,” he said with a glint in his eyes. “I like this.”

He paused for a moment while studying Dominika’s calm and relaxed face, before adding with a wink: “Give Chloe a good workout, she can take it. Grace still gets very nauseous when she tastes blood. Maybe you can train her a little more for me, eh? She’s eager to please.”

Not even ten minutes later, the five of them entered the run-down shower area of this deteriorated wing of the complex. Rupert had rented the space for the night for several reasons; one of them being that he liked to have some privacy at public events like these. He kept his cash, toys and tools neatly organized in three large Louis Vuitton suitcases and explained to Dominika where she could play with his girls while he enjoyed his new toy Kiara.

Kiara had reunited with Dominika after her sleazy and slutty adventures on the gang bang couch to find out that she had immediately been rented out again to someone else. She was literally covered in blood, sweat, tears, cum, and who knows what else and was quite raw and exhausted when her mistress introduced her to Rupert and explained that they would go off somewhere more quiet to have some intimate one-on-one fun.

The shower area was furnished sparsely. Two bright construction lights cast long shadows over the broken tiles on the walls and floors as if they were about to shoot a scene for a horror movie. Smack in the middle of the bundles of light, at opposing ends of the wide room were two play spaces. On the left hand side was a makeshift rack with metal cuffs, freshly bolted to the wall between two broken shower heads. On the right side was a large and old green futon. It was the cleanest thing in a mile wide radius and completely out of place in its surroundings. It had been covered with a big clear sheet of plastic.

Rupert apparently came prepared. He handed Dominika an envelope full of cash and invited her to help herself to whatever she needed from his collection of tools and toys, before he sent her with the two blondes in lavender latex thigh-high boots to the green futon, while he led Kiara to the well-lit wall between the shower heads. She quickly found herself standing on her toes with her hands cuffed and stretched wide above her head, while one of the bright construction lights blinded her.

Rupert fiddled with a camera that was already mounted on a tripod. He switched out the memory card with one from his jacket pocket and aimed the lens at Kiara, filming her naked, dirty and bruised, body up close from her delicate feet over her thin legs to her torso, where he lingered with her swollen bald cunt at the bottom of his viewfinder and her deep-set belly button at her tiny waist at the top. 

Meanwhile, Dominika put away her new wad of cash and acquainted herself with the two tiny blondes she was given. Chloe and Grace were their names. Wearing little to no make-up, the girls looked even prettier up close than Dominika had previously realized. Their super slender bodies were considerably thinner than Kiara’s and while Grace’s torso was soft and silky and the thinnest of the two, Chloe was quite hard and toned from what appeared to be extensive training and exercise. She proudly sported clear signs of prolonged abuse on her tiny pointy tits.

Dominika sat down on the futon and pulled Chloe, who had brought a small leather package with her, onto her knees next to her. Within a second, she had sucked the small blonde’s left nipple into her mouth, where it was first greeted by Dominika’s tongue, and then by her teeth. Dominika bit down hard on the girl’s stiff nipple, evoking a hoarse shriek from the quiet blonde, before pulling her face away from the girl’s chest and stretching her nipple before letting it snap back.

Dominika stared at the erect, compressed and wet nipple in front of her and admired the slight hint of a bump in the flesh behind it. She licked Chloe’s scarred flat chest, which was riddled with circular puncture marks and sucked the girl’s nipple and as much of her tight skin into her mouth while her fingers probed the girl’s extremely wet slit.

Dominika instructed Chloe to sit on her lap, facing her. She glanced over Chloe’s shoulder at Rupert, who had left his camera to film a wide shot and now, after using a wet cloth and soap to wash Kiara’s body, started licking her lower abdomen ever so slowly, dragging his long tongue over the girl’s skin, feeling and tasting and savoring every pore from her pubic mound to her belly button, while both his hands held ice picks. He pressed the sharp tips slowly into Kiara’s tits. He started shallow and first pressed them just enough to pierce the skin and start little streams of blood, but the longer Dominika watched, the deeper the pins slid and the more blood streamed down. Kiara didn’t make a sound, but strained against her bonds.

Rupert moved slow and methodical, taking his time with Kiara’s body. Dominika focused on her girls again and looked up at the small blonde on her lap while her fingers slid deeper into the girl’s dripping wet cunt. She took a moment to instruct Grace to curl up next to her and commanded the inexperienced blonde to repeat on Chloe’s other nipple what she herself had just done.

While Grace obeyed her new mistress’ command, Chloe stared blankly back at Dominika while the girl unrolled the leather package that she held. Her long blonde hair framed her youthful face, her narrow waist and flat chest rising and falling with rapid shallow breaths of anticipation, slightly hindering Grace in her attempt to suck her friend’s nipple into her mouth.

The tool pouch held all kinds of things that Rupert loved to use on his girls. Chloe swallowed hard before muttering ‘Hurt me?’ to Dominika, who saw the neatly organized leather straps, bar clamps, scalpels, ice picks, metal pins and antique injection syringes filled with bright neon yellow and red fluids.

While Grace sank her teeth into Chloe’s nipple, Dominika’s fingers spread inside Chloe’s cunt. She rubbed her thumb over the nymph’s rough and loose sphincter, feeling the bulbous ridge that prominently protruded outward.

“My oh my,” Dominika exclaimed, while she slowly pulled her fingers out of Chloe’s cunt to stir her thumb deeper and get a better feeling of the girl’s asshole. “You filthy little piglet!” she smirked with a laugh that embodied both surprise and excitement. “Turn around for me and bend over.”

Grace let go of the nipple she had been holding between her teeth and dropped back down on the couch. Chloe clumsily got up from Dominika’s lap, placed the torture tools that she had produced on the couch next to Grace, and positioned herself right in front of the couch, her slender legs in the tight lavender latex boots right against the dominatrix’ knees, her small, round ass fully on display.

The blonde nymph showed her experience and submission by immediately pulling her small ass cheeks aside with both her hands. Dominika didn’t even have to ask.

Gaping right in front of Dominika was a completely wrecked, worn down ass cunt that would put even the most seasoned masochist to shame. The mistress stared at a bulbous, damaged and loose dark purple sphincter, riddled with scar tissue and varicose veins. This is what Dominika had seen before with grey-haired gay bottoms who had their asses wrecked for decades with the most ridiculously large toys, muscular arms and who knows what else. Kiara and Apolline trained each other’s asses multiple nights a week with arm-deep punch-fuck sessions and prolapse play for Dominika’s entertainment and had done so for a while now. But their hungry and loose assholes paled in comparison to the absolute monster that was on display before her now.

Chloe’s hands pulled her tiny ass cheeks wide and simultaneously her pink anal flower started to bloom as she pushed the first part of her colon out, prolapsing her ass without any stimulation.

Dominika watched as the girl re-positioned her fingers at the edge of her wrecked sphincter and pushed more of her wrinkly pink insides out of her ass. The tissue of the girls colon pushed forward and flowered out, like a dark pink sock being slowly turned inside out into an elongated rose in bloom.

When Dominika thought the bulbous mass of tissue was at its furthest point outside Chloe’s ass, the girl’s veiny colon plopped even further forward and expanded its width to the size of the mistress’ fist.

Chloe wasn’t finished yet. With at least four inches of her colon hanging out of her ass, she walked the tips of her fingers once more towards her sphincter to put more pressure on her ass to push more of her colon out.

Instead of immediately getting longer, the prolapse inflated like a small balloon behind Chloe’s ass. The girl showed her experience with this little trick by letting go of the tissue around her sphincter and inserting two fingers, one from each hand, into the end of the prolapse to pull the tissue wide and extend the tissue inside even further out. It slowly flowered out as the first part of her colon had done initially.

When she was satisfied with the size of her enormous prolapse, she squeezed it tight right behind her wide sphincter with fingers from both hands and started begging Dominika to put a bar clamp around it.

The German mistress looked at the bulb of dark pink flesh, marbled with dark blue veins and marks, as if she was grading a premium cut at a high-end butchery shop.

Dominika’s hand quickly found the tools that Chloe had left on the couch and soon the girl’s prolapse was clamped down tight against her asshole with a bar clamp.

On the other side of the space, Rupert, still fully clothed, was riding his cock against Kiara’s abdomen. He pressed her tightly against the wall with his body and had his hands in a lock grip around her head, forcing her into a long and deep French kiss with him while four of his ice picks were pushed into the flesh of her small tits.

“You,” Dominika commanded Grace, who perked up when she was addressed, “come closer. Tits up!”

The girl straightened herself next to Dominika and presented her small breasts to her new mistress, who had already selected one of the syringes from Chloe’s stash. There was a hint of fear in Grace’s eyes since she had never been at the receiving end of the syringe before. She had seen it used on Chloe, whose nipples, clit and pussy lips had been injected with it by Master Rupert. Chloe had told her afterwards, with reddened swollen tits, clit and cunt, the fluid made you feel like you were on fire.

Grace would soon find out what that was like, because Dominika wanted to test out the mystery substance. When she leaned in with the needle to push it into Grace’s left nipple, the girl instinctively shrieked and pulled away slightly.

“Nah, was ist denn das?!” Dominika exclaimed, clearly surprised at the girl’s move.

“Tut, tut, tut, you stay where you are,” the mistress instructed clearly in her heavily accented English.

Grace’s action was just an instinctive one, she knew she had to obey the mistress, no matter what she asked of her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she blurted out while trying to recompose herself. Guilt, fear and anxiety mixed on her reddened face.

“Hands behind your back,” Dominika instructed. “Grab your own wrists and hold them.”

The girl clumsily put her hands behind her back and struggled a little to find a position in which she held her own wrists with the opposite hand.

Dominika nodded slightly in approval and her eyes darted from Grace’s face to her nipples while she moved the syringe closed to the girl’s chest again.

Grace gritted her teeth when the needle pierced her left nipple. She let out a muted shriek and started crying almost immediately. Dominika pushed the needle about an inch into the girl’s breast, after which she slowly retracted it while pushing the yellow fluid into the tissue.

Grace was overwhelmed by the sudden pain in her breast, but the sting of the needle was just the beginning. Dominika quickly injected her other nipple as well and watched several drops of the fluid as the trickled down from the tips of Grace’s nipples. No immediate burns or anything clearly acid-like, she thought. She was curious what exactly this fluid was and took a closer look at the syringe, where about three quarters of the fluid remained. She noted nothing that gave her a hint or clue.

Grace, on the other hand, started to notice the start of the burn that Chloe had told her about.

“So does that do anything?” Dominika wondered out loud, not specifically addressing either girl.

“It burns. It’s starting to burn.” Grace said with tears in her eyes while trying to compose herself. She had moved her hands in front of her body again and softly cupped her nipples, but didn’t touch them.

“Good,” Dominika replied. “Now you two are going to put on a little show for me. ”

She tapped Chloe’s ass and instructed the tiny blonde to take two steps forward, turn to the left, but to stay in her position: legs slightly spread, bent all the way forward, with her hands either spreading her ass, planted on her knees or the floor. Grace was given the used syringe and she was told to sit between Chloe’s spread legs, her face inches away from her friend’s extreme prolapse.

“Here!” Dominika yelled at the inexperienced girl on the floor, who clumsily held the syringe, before lobbing Chloe’s toys down next to her.

The mistress then whipped out her phone and started recording a video of the two girls in front of her.

“How is the tits?” she mockingly asked Grace, who looked up at the imposing mistress and replied that they burned and that it hurt.

“Good. Soon you will both hurt even more,” Dominika replied. “This will be simple. I will tell you what to do and then you do it. Immediately. Do you understand?”

Grace nodded.

“If I have to ask twice, there will be a problem. And if I have to get up and do something myself, you will be very, very sorry,” the mistress added. “Is that very clear?”

Grace nodded again. Her nipples felt like someone was holding a candle near them. She hadn’t figured out yet if that pain was going to have a pleasurable aspect to it and tried to concentrate and do her best.

“Lick her insides,” Dominika stared, while zooming her video in on the action.

Grace didn’t hesitate. That was easy, she had done that a number of times before with Chloe and master. Dominika’s eyes widened a little bit when she saw how long Chloe’s tongue was, now that it was hard at work outside her mouth.

Chloe didn’t just lap it over the slimy exposed tissue of Grace’s colon, she actively tried to push it into the folds of the girl’s flowering meat, as if she was trying to get as deep inside as possible, before sucking parts of the prolapse into her own mouth. It was too wide to pull off anything that resembled full-fledged fellatio, but Grace definitely made a decent attempt, even using her free hand to stroke the meat. Chloe was enjoying the attention to her insides with closed eyes.

“Good, good,” Dominika complimented the girl after about a minute. “But way too nice for her. You have something there in your hand. Use it.”

Dominika waited with anticipation after she gave her instruction. She had deliberately kept it vague.

Grace wasn’t sure what to do exactly and looked puzzled.

“Use it,” Dominika said again, adding: “On her, on yourself, do an experiment. Give me a show!”

Grace looked back and forth between the syringe in her hand and the prolapsed colon hanging out of Chloe’s ass. But she didn’t do much.

Dominika glanced over at Rupert, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying Kiara, who was straining against her restraints while her temporary master decorated her torso with a box cutter. If she was going to keep up with that side of the room, Dominika needed to act herself. And that is what she did, of course.

“Mist!” she exclaimed and stopped recording her video before dropping her phone on the couch. When she got up, Chloe stayed in position, but Grace visibly shrunk, her trembling hand waving the syringe next to her head.

“Okay, give that to me,” Dominika said and forcefully took it from Grace’s hand. The girl tried to crawl to the side, but Dominika blocked her with her boot.

“Not so fast, you stay down there! Maybe your little tits aren’t burning enough yet for you to listen. Up, up, up, with those bitty things!”

Dominika grabbed Grace by her hair and forcefully pulled her to her knees, she was a crying mess.

“Stop it, little cunt,” Dominica spat at her. “What’s your master going to think of you? Should he replace you with someone else, someone better?”

Grace tried to compose herself, but it wasn’t easy. She really wasn’t sure what to do, it was just her inexperience on display. It wasn’t like she wanted to disobey the mistress, quite the opposite, but she had no idea what she had gotten herself into.

Before she knew it, the needle of the syringe was pushed into her breast again, this time a little bit behind her nipple, where Dominika pushed it considerably deeper than before. She repeated her technique from earlier and slowly retracted the needle while keeping pressure on the fluid in the barrel, until two thirds were gone.

Surprisingly, the new injection seemed to have the opposite effect on Grace compared to earlier, when it had sent her into tears. Much to Dominika’s surprise, a certain calm came over the skinny blonde, and she didn’t move or cry at all when the mistress injected her other breast with the remainder of the fluid. She just seemed to stare off in the distance, which, in this case, displayed the image of her own master turning Kiara’s chest into a bloody canvas.

She didn’t get much time to enjoy the view, because Dominika pushed her down to the floor again, where she ended up on her back, looking up at Chloe’s cunt and purple prolapse.

“You have only one task,” Dominika addressed Grace, who started feeling an intense fiery sensation all over her chest. “I don’t care how you do it, but your job is to make sure the floor doesn’t get stained, or else!”

“And you,” she said to Chloe while she slapped the girl’s ass, “you better stay as still as possible while I work on you. Show me what a good little cunt you are.”

Dominika picked up the bunch of tools that Chloe had shown her with those lifeless eyes of her. The mistress selected another yellow syringe and a scalpel and dropped the rest back to the ground. She skillfully manipulated the tools with just her right hand.

Without any announcement or warning, she stuck the needle of the syringe into Chloe’s swollen sphincter right behind the bar clamp that kept her prolapse out. The girl’s ass twitched and she let out a short grunt, but stayed in position while Dominika injected the yellow fluid into the scarred muscle, pulled the needle out, inserted it again half an inch to the left and deposited some more.

Dominika finished a semi-circle of four injections above the bar clamp before she discarded the empty syringe and twirled the scalpel between the fingers of her left hand, before switching it over to her right.

“Come, come,” she instructed Grace, who slowly lifted herself up, “I’ll give you an easy start, look.”

The mistress waited until the girl had straightened herself and her nose was almost pressed against Chloe’s prolapsed colon. Then she sliced a short cut on the top side, just in front of Grace’s eyes.

The girl’s eyes widened for a moment as she watched  the sharp metal cut into her friend’s intestine. But reality quickly hit her when she saw a droplet of blood form quickly, inches in front of her face. She didn’t wait, but lunged forward and pressed her thin lips against the fresh wound, sucking the droplet up and noticing the metallic flavor spreading in her mouth.

Grace held her mouth against the cut for a few moments while Dominika picked up her phone from the couch. She started recording a new video, zooming in on the awkward position of Grace’s face.

The girl pulled back for a second to check if the cut was still bleeding. When she saw another droplet of blood forming, she used her long tongue to lap it up.

Dominika circled around her toys and tried to capture the grotesque scene with her phone. Grace tried to watch the mistress, maybe a little too long, and almost missed a new rivulet forming that slowly started running down the side of Chloe’s prolapse. She caught it just in time.

Dominika chuckled and quickly made another small cut, similar to the first one, on top of the opposing side. Grace responded by ducking under the prolapse and sucking the second wound, which produced a little less blood than the first.

Knowing that she should alternate sides now, Grace quickly kept switching, licking and slurping all around. It was equally disturbing and entertaining, and Dominika concentrated on capturing the moment with her phone.

She let the skinny slave girl work hard on the two small cuts and casually made two cuts on the top of Chloe’s left thigh, just under the cheek of her ass. These quickly started bleeding more heavily and while Grace tried to tend to them, two similar cuts were already made on the other thigh as well, making the task at hand virtually impossible, but much more interesting.

Grace was getting nauseous from the blood she was tasting, something that had happened a few weeks before as well, when Master Rupert had her lick Chloe’s breasts while he punctured them with ice picks and small hooks. She tried to fight the sensation, but it was to no avail and it slowed her down considerably.

The girl did her best to move around and lick up the small trickles of blood from the shallow wounds, but it started getting to the point where she wasn’t able to get everywhere on time and she started spreading the blood all around instead of sucking it up, her lips, nose and cheeks covered with the sticky fluid.

Over the next few minutes, Dominika enjoyed the sight of the Grace’s long tongue licking and spreading Chloe’s blood all around. The mistress made several more cuts down Chloe’s thighs, considerably deeper than the first ones, while she was devising a plan for her end game here. Several drops of blood had already stained the floor, but Grace pretended that she didn’t know and Dominika was waiting for the right time to bring it up.

The mistress looked over to where Kiara was. Rupert now had her on her knees in front of him, her face and torso awash with blood, four ice picks embedded in her tits and her hands behind her head. He was fucking her throat viciously.

“Fuck it,” she thought to herself, and decided to have some real grotesque fun of her own. There were still about ten minutes left until she had to go. Plenty of time for an unforgettable encore.

Dominika stopped filming again and picked up the tools that she had taken the syringes and scalpels from. She had a plan. She neatly arranged the items that she wanted in order on the couch before turning around to the tiny girls performing her blood show.

She watched as Grace kept lapping her long tongue around Chloe’s thighs and prolapse. Didn’t the experienced one literally ask her ‘Hurt me?’ not too long ago? Who was she to deny the little pain cunt her pleasure?

“That’s enough. Stop!” Dominika instructed Grace, who hesitantly slowed her work, sneakily looking down to see how bad the damage was in terms of drops of blood on the floor. It was pretty abysmal.

Dominika caught the girl’s eyes and made sure to make it clear that she was aware as well.

“That doesn’t look to good, now does it?” she asked rhetorically. “But I think I know exactly how I will punish the two of you.” The slow lapping stopped and Grace pulled her head away from her friend’s colon.

“Tut, tut, tut,” Dominika said, “don’t you move away from there. As a matter of fact, stick out that fancy tongue of yours as far as it goes. Let me see how long that nasty thing is.

Grace hesitantly stuck out her tongue, which inched forward from between her thin, blood-stained lips to an impressive length that Dominika estimated to be somewhere just over three inches.

“Wow, that’s some tongue!” she exclaimed. “Keep it out. We’re gonna have some fun with it.” Dominika picked up the first item she selected from the torture tools. It was a long metal pin.

Grace looked up in fear. This was not going to be pleasant for her. The stainless steel pin would most accurately be described as a very thick and long needle with an eyelet at the end or a short meat skewer. It was about eight centimeters long and about four millimeters thick with a tapered, extremely sharp pointy end. The opposite end featured a ring with a diameter of about a centimeter.

Dominika grabbed the front part of Grace’s long tongue between her thumb and index finger of her left hand, pulled it taut and swiftly and forcefully pierced the metal pin through the girl’s tongue at the back, right in front of Grace’s teeth.

Grace shrieked and her body stiffened while her hands instinctively clawed towards her face, but Dominika had no trouble fending off the girl’s defense mechanism. Grace heaved up and subsequently fell to her knees, crying and screaming in a weird and muffled way because of her freshly pierced tongue.

“Now you keep your hands away from your face,” Dominika instructed her with a grin. “I don’t want to bring out any restraints, but if I have to, I will make things even more unpleasant for you than I have already planned.”

Grace looked up in fear. She looked ridiculous with her long tongue forced out. Chloe, whose eyes had been glued to the floor for most of the time, had no idea what was happening and what would still be in store for her. She had kept quiet and intended to keep doing just that.

Dominika picked up her phone again and started filming, zooming in on Chloe’s face to capture the pin through her long tongue. Then she zoomed out again for a wider view.

“Put your tongue on her meat!” she instructed Grace, who looked as puzzled as she did at the start of this impromptu session. The girl didn’t have to wonder long what was expected of her, because Dominika had anticipated this kind of indecisiveness and she quickly stepped forward to help her.

Soon enough, the mistress had aligned Grace’s freshly pierced tongue with Chloe’s prolapse in a position where the tip of the tongue barely touched Chloe’s sphincter.

Dominika made sure to point her phone in the right angle for the next part, where she did exactly what Grace feared and what Chloe could not have anticipated in a million years.

The mistress pressed her finger down on the ringed end of the pin through Grace’s tongue, pushing the skewer though the tongue into Chloe’s prolapse.

Chloe let out a long bloodcurdling scream and started trembling like leaf, but miraculously held her bent-over position with her hands on her knees. Grace didn’t feel much new pain, but she had started drooling and her eyes darted left and right, not knowing where to look.

Dominika did not stop until just the ringed end of the pin remained visible on top of Grace’s tongue, pinning the two girls very intimately together.

The mistress admired her handiwork for a few moments, documenting it in 4K on her phone, before turning back to the couch to grab a second pin, identical to the first.

Dominika held down Grace’s tongue and pushed the new pin through the tip, pulling more guttural screams from the inexperienced girl. Once the pin was through, which thankfully wasn’t too tough of a job because of the extremely sharp tapered end of the needle, Dominika pushed it down into Chloe’s swollen sphincter until again only the ring remained visible on Grace’s pinned-down tongue.

With the two ends of Grace’s tongue pinned down, Dominika had one hand free to play with her toys while her other used her phone to capture the grotesque scene.

The mistress rubbed her fingers over the stretched piece of tongue meat as if she was feeling for unevenness in the surface of a fabric or upholstery. She traced the metal rings on both ends, tapping them and slightly pushing them to check if they were pushed as far as they could be.

When she was satisfied with the setup, she was ready to perform her finale. If either Grace or Chloe thought this was the end of their session, they were grossly mistaken. A quick glance over at Rupert and Kiara informed Dominika that the eccentric deviant was still ramming her girl’s throat with his cock.

Dominika picked up the last item she needed in this fun impromptu play date with these sick nymphs. It was another syringe, this one filled with a red fluid. Again, she had no idea what was inside. But that was part of the fun.

Grace, even more of an utter mess at this point, had sheer panic in her eyes. But she had nowhere to go. Dominika had, for a second, given a little thought to pinning the girl’s tongue down with a third skewer, but she had realized that this would slightly limit her canvas while it wouldn’t really add much in terms of restraint.

The mistress concentrated on filming and performing at the same time, something she didn’t do much anymore at home, where she had her piglets who did the filming for her. But she had done the double duty dozens of times when she was much younger and not yet in the position to employ any little helpers.

She used her skills to document the insertion of the syringe’s needle, slowly pushing it through Grace’s tongue near her mouth, registering every twitch and every sound up close with her phone. The needle slid in with ease, slowly going first through Grace, then deep into Chloe’s prolapse, where Dominika started depositing about a third of the red fluid, slowly pulling the needle back out until the tip of the needle sprayed the red fluid on Grace’s tongue.

Dominika noticed that both girls started producing more sounds of great discomfort pretty quickly, much more so than with the yellow fluid before. Whatever this mixture was, it was definitely more intense than the yellow one.

All the more reason not to dilly-dally. The second injection was quickly placed through Grace’s tongue in the middle between the girl’s mouth and Chloe’s sphincter, where the tip of her tongue was pinned down. Dominika deposited the second dose of the red fluid quickly and professionally, and before moving on to the last injection spot, she noticed how the surface of Grace’s tongue reacted quickly to whatever was in the syringe. This stuff was causing visible burns around the spot of the first injection.

She quickly changed her plan on the fly and instead of pushing the rest of the syringe’s contents into Chloe’s sphincter like she planned, she bent  further down and jabbed the syringe into Chloe’s left nipple, where she deposited half of the remaining fluid, saving the other half for her right nipple. It seemed a better use to put the little cunt’s small tits on fire than to burn a part that was already burning from repeated injections with the yellow fluid.

Meanwhile, Rupert had finished twice in Kiara’s throat and now pissed in her mouth to give her something to wash his cum down with. One of the four ice picks had fallen on the floor, but the other three were still deeply embedded in Kiara’s tits.

Rupert noticed his new dominatrix friend looking over at him and he looked at his watch. Almost 5 am. Damn, time flew. He finished pissing into the rented toy he had just wrecked and turned around to stop the video recording.

It was when he turned around and walked towards her that Dominika realized how insanely long and thin Rupert’s cock was. She didn’t say a word while he tucked it neatly back into his blood-stained suit on his way over to inspect his girls.

“Oh you naughty, naughty girls,” he exclaimed when he got a good look at what Dominika had done with Chloe and Grace, who were now both moaning and crying in pain. “Having all the fun with a mistress instead of me, eh?”

And addressing his new friend, he said with a wide, genuine smile: “My oh my, if you play like this on the first date, my imagination can’t even start to think of things you might do when you date steady.”

Dominika didn’t say anything back, prompting Rupert to add: “Seriously. I would very much like to invite you to my place sometime to see what else you got. I put my card with the cash.”

Dominika just nodded. This guy was strange. Even for her. And she knew strange. But his girls were delicious. Even the less experienced one was quite calm for the grotesque ordeal she had just been put through. And the thin one was simply extraordinary to handle what Dominika had dished out on her.

“I hope you enjoyed my girls like I enjoyed yours. She was worth every penny,” Rupert said. “If you want to check, go see your girl, make sure she’s ok. You can rinse her off by turning on the shower heads there. The water is cold, but they still work for some reason.”