Fleur V: Blackout

Sunday, 5.11 am

 It was eleven minutes past five in the morning when Fleur was pulled into the messy Medical Ward, where Mistress Effie was more than ready for her new patient.

The strawberry blonde gynecologist had changed her wardrobe once again. Gone was her tight purple bodysuit. It had made way for a shiny bright white leather outfit that was considerably more revealing than anything the other dominatrices wore this night. She sported thigh-high stiletto boots with little red leather cross accents that were connected to a simple leather body harness that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her ample breasts hung free above her toned abdomen, swaying left and right with every step she took, just like her hair that she wore down for the occasion. She had a small patch of light pubic hair above her shaved pussy, which was adorned with six thick metal rings through her labia on each side. Her pretty, heart-shaped face was painted with heavy, dark make-up that reinforced her previous appearance of a movie villain, something that was only enhanced when she wiped the hair from her face with the back of her hand, which was covered in medical gloves as well as her outfit’s white leather fingerless elbow gloves, to reveal her characteristic subdermal horn implants at the top of her forehead.

The operating theater in this Medical Ward was one of the compound’s most deteriorated spaces. A few dozen of the hundreds of ceramic tiles that lined the walls from the floor to about six feet high had fallen out of place, scattered and shattered on the floor, which itself was made out of larger tiles in a blue and white checkerboard pattern. Many of the floor panels had been damaged or displaced as well, and no-one seemed to have had the idea to clean this space a little before this early morning’s torture session.

Above the six foot mark on the walls, where the ceramic tiles stopped and the remaining three to four feet were once covered in white plaster, was now an infestation of black mold. It had aggressively spread around the room and covered most of the ceiling as well.

An old surgery table and several antique cabinets and carts had been pushed to the side of the room, against a stretch of wall that was particularly damaged, and RYW had provided Mistress Effie with a brand new, completely functional gyno surgery table and matching set of operating room machines, tools and toys, which seemed to be almost complete. It was just missing the equipment an anesthesiologist would use.

Two antique operating room lights flanked the brand new operating table. They weren’t powered, of course, as this room, like all the others, was lit by a bunch of construction lights that were powered by some very noisy generators just outside, down the hall. There was no one in the room, except Ava, Effie, her two assistants and two women who were preparing cameras to document the proceedings.

Fleur was exhausted and quite disoriented when she was dragged through the facility’s ruined hallways. She was still blinded by the black contact lenses in her eyes and had cut her arms and legs in several places on sharp edges of all kinds of debris while crawling to keep up with Mistress Ava. All those cuts and bruises were nothing compared to the sharp stinging pain that still engulfed her crotch, where the length of tape that Mistress Fox had used to seal off her burning cunt was barely in place when she was hoisted up onto Mistress Effie’s operating table. It immediately drew Effie’s attention and Ava saw her friend looking at it.

“I see we have a patient in dire need of a doctor,” Effie grinned.

“Indeed,” Ava replied with a smirk on her face.

“Help me restrain her,” Effie said, “she’s in for a bumpy ride.”

The two mistresses teamed up to make sure Fleur was on her back and fully restrained to the operating table by pulling her legs up and restraining them in leg holders, which were immediately spread wide, and strapping her torso and limbs down with the wide leather belts that were installed on the furniture. Fleur’s arms were pulled up in a V-shaped pattern and strapped down against arm rests with rows of short wide belts, making it impossible for her to move.

Her torso was strapped down with a belt going around her chest at her armpits, above her breasts, while another belt was strapped down just under her breasts and a third one was tightly crushed into the small of her waist.

Fleur wouldn’t have protested against the bondage if she could. She delighted in submitting to sadistic doctors for torture play and while she was barely conscious, she was aware enough of her surroundings to know and sense that things were getting really serious now and that all the rest had literally been tame foreplay.

Over halfway into this mind-bending day-long series of torture sessions, she was getting closer to the moment when her lover Dominika would pull out all the stops and kick down the limits of their already out-of-control extremely sadomasochistic dynamic in a ketamine-fueled torture frenzy. Fleur had done everything imaginable for her sadistic girlfriend up until this point. She had witnessed and enjoyed glimpses of untapped perverted depravity in Dominika’s mind and she was ready to submit her body to a totally uninhibited version of her.

But that would come later. Now she was at the hands of a doctor. Mistress Effie leaned into the roleplay and cooed some words at the semi-conscious Fleur while the two women with video cameras documented the session.

“Young female, late teens or early twenties, slender, toned and wet body, bald head with tattooed patches, several smaller and larger lacerations to the torso and limbs,” Effie started speaking to a Dictaphone that was held up by one of her assistants, a slender and pretty blonde who looked barely eighteen, if even that, in a latex nurse bodysuit that tightly hugged her whole body from her feet to her neck.

“Large, seemingly natural tits with apparent electrical burns to the areolas. Multiple puncture wounds from various sharp objects, as well as more fresh tattoos, seemingly without a pattern or deliberate design, and several burns,” Effie continued her medical assessment, “from what appears to be an acidic chemical substance applied to several spots on her chest, and”, she paused for a moment while she slowly peeled away the crumpled duct tape from Fleur’s crotch, “labia majora.”

While she peeled the tape away, Mistress Effie revealed the state Fleur’s pussy was in. There was a very good reason why the masochist felt like her cunt was on fire. With the tape removed, it became very clear that the skin of her pussy lips had been extensively damaged, with a large area of tissue covered in blisters, burns  and wet, bleeding parts where the tape had ripped the skin away.

“Oh my,” Effie exclaimed. “This patient is in dire need of cunt surgery.” She held the strip of tape up high and stopped for a moment to gawk at the jagged wet patches of skin that had ripped from Fleur’s crotch. Then she looked back at the bloody mess between her patient’s legs.

“We need to fix this. Fix this properly,” she assessed. “Torch!”

Her young assistant put the Dictaphone away and rummaged through some supplies before producing Effie’s first instrument, a small culinary torch. It had no real business in a medical setting like this, but would make for exceptionally good video and an equally stimulating dose of adrenaline for everyone involved.

Without any added spectacle, Effie lit the bright blue flame of the torch and brought it down to Fleur’s bleeding cunt, where she let it first sear the left side from top to bottom and then the other side from bottom to top, burning Fleur’s outer labia to a crisp.

Fleur seemed to snap out of her daze and immediately trashed on the operating table, screaming at the top of her lungs, but the restraints were effective in keeping her movement down to a minimum. Her high pitched screams slowly subsided into a low and continuous moan. Effie looked at one of the cameras with a grin. This video production would be torture porn gold.

The jagged red, purple and brownish discolored skin of Fleur’s labia had turned to black, but Effie had effectively stopped the bleeding. She gave the torch back to her assistant and assessed the new situation.

“Good. That stopped the bleeding. Let’s do a test of nerve damage before we do anything else.” She paused for a moment before she called out “Needles. 6 gauge. And pliers.”

Her assistant had produced these items quickly as well and Mistress Effie started piercing the burnt skin of Fleur’s outer labia with the thick 4mm stainless steel pins. The first one went through the most burned, blackened edge on the top of the left side. It didn’t cause any more sounds from Fleur than her continuous moan that came from deep within.

Over the next few minutes, using the pliers, Effie inserted two dozen pins, neatly in rows of seven up and down both of Fleur’s charred labia, working from the outside in, until she started getting audible feedback from Fleur. This was a sign that the flesh was still alive.

The mistress looked down on the masochist’s mutilated cunt and involuntarily let her index finger glide over the rows of metal pins that decorated it like a pincushion.

“More 6 gauge,” she announced to her assistant, who was happy to supply the sadistic doctor with another bunch.

Mistress Effie proceeded to thread the metal pins through the lesser burnt part of Fleur’s outer labia and also her as-of-yet untouched inner labia, neatly stretching the damaged skin with her surgical pliers, while perforating the skin with a new row of pins right against the previous one, working her way from the charred, damaged side towards Fleur’s thighs. She made sure both the left and right side received equal amounts of attention and relished the moments, paying close attention to the tension in Fleur’s muscles, the peaking sound of her moans and the delicate view of metal sliding through skin. Every square millimeter of what was to be permanently removed, was pierced with pins.

When Effie was satisfied, a ridiculous amount of pins was threaded through Fleur’s cunt lips. It made the most extreme TG2Club videos look like child’s play.

“Marker!” was her next command when she ran out of her last batch of needles. Here’s where her true surgery skills came into play. Effie skillfully marked a slightly wedged path on both of Fleur’s labia around the edges of her newly planted forest of needles. She drew the lines from Fleur’s frenulum, right against her enlarged, swollen and exposed clit, down to her perineum.

When she was done, she looked at her handiwork and said, maybe to herself, but seemingly to no one in particular, out loud: “Let’s also take the prepuce, give this giant clit some room to breathe,” before using the marker to draw a dark purple line around Fleur’s loose clit hood.

“Two Allis, please,” Effie continued when she discarded her marker, adding: “and rhinoplasty scissors.”

Over the next twenty to thirty minutes, the mistress doctor took her sweet time to slowly cut away Fleur’s labia along the marked lines. She used the Allis clamps to grab the tissue, her movements calculated and precise. Her scissors, glinting in the harsh construction lights, cut through flesh with ease. With each snip, the damaged tissue fell away, revealing glimpses of raw, pink flesh underneath.

Effie murmured something unintelligible as she cut, her hands steady, her eyes focused. The surgery was a dance, a careful choreography of precision and pain. Effie worked her way down, each cut deliberate, each snip a step closer to a clean, gaping pain cunt.

Fleur’s breathing grew shallow, but she produced a soft continuous moan throughout the painful procedure, but never gave any sign that she passed out, despite the absence of anesthetic. Her facial expression remained neutral, blending pain and euphoria. She felt each placement of the clamps, each snip of the scissors, like a cascading wash of agony and ecstasy.

Effie paused occasionally, surveying her work, checking the sensitivity of the remaining tissue. She used gauze to collect many small streams of blood that appeared as she cut through the live flesh and used the Allis clamps and gravity’s pull on the insane amount of thick needles to manipulate the charred and mutilated skin while working her way down from Fleur’s clit, collecting the dead tissue in a stainless steel bowl.

"The inner labia," Effie announced, moving to the next phase. The tissue here was even more sensitive, the nerve endings exposed and raw. Each cut required more finesse, more patience. And Effie took her time. She relished the chance to slice through live flesh and enjoyed watching as Fleur's body trembled, the pain ricocheting through her nerves in washing waves.

The final step was the most elaborate, the removal of the prepuce, the fold of skin covering and surrounding the clitoris. Effie also handled this with the skill and precision she had shown all along, slowly revealing Fleur’s enlarged, scarred and swollen clitoris and trimming the skin around it away cleanly, to ensure a seamless finish. The skin was placed with the other harvest in the bowl, a grim display of flesh, blood and metal pins.

As she finished the last cut, Effie let out a soft sigh. Whether it was of sadness or relief that the procedure was done, wasn’t clear. It was probably the former. Even though there was a lot of destruction going on, Effie did take pride in her surgical skills, especially where it involved suturing and she used 5-0 chromic sutures to close up the edges of the extreme labiaplasty.

When Effie was done and needed a little breather, she put down her tools and looked down at her work, an almost perfectly symmetrical cunt hole without labia or clit hood, with a very nice specimen of enlarged and scarred clit roaming free above Fleur’s also pronounced urethra.

“There. Done!” the mistress exclaimed, partly happy that this first time surgery was over and had gone so well. She watched with approval as the two girls with handheld cameras documented the results of the procedure.

Fleur was utterly exhausted at this point and felt like her body was about to give up on her, but Mistress Effie was far from done. While the masochist’s cunt was abused severely enough, for now, there was another experienced hole nearby that had been grossly neglected in comparison. That was about to change.

Mistress Effie freed Fleur from all her bondage, but paid no mind to her bleeding wounds. Instead, she immediately helped Fleur turn around so she was on her elbows and knees on top of the surgery table. A small rectangular-shaped metal frame was placed under Fleur’s rib cage to prevent her from laying down and she was strapped to the table again.

Effie looked at the big-titted but slender stunner on her operating table. Fleur was truly something else, even in her current exhausted and abused state.

"I told them I would leave your tits unharmed," the mistress laughed, "but I'm not so sure anymore I can keep my word." Effie gently squeezed Fleur's full breasts and admired the intricate patterns of years of abuse that were apparent on the skin. She read it like a depraved road map of pain and destruction, like a damaged and torn torture diary with depraved stories and drawings on every page.

Mistress Effie turned some wing nuts on the metal frame to increase the height of the top and to make sure it supported Fleur’s abdomen properly. The bars at the top of the frame dug into the underside of Fleur’s tits and her pelvic area and Effie pushed her tits a little up to let them fall next to the frame.

Fleur’s wrists and lower legs were secured to the sides of the surgery table with small belts in several places, making sure she had little to no wiggle room once she was strapped down. Though even if she could, she didn’t have the energy to do so.

Mistress Effie had made it no secret that she wanted to play with Fleur’s ass next and she continued to explicitly announce her plans.

“I’ve heard through the grape vine that you’re quite the anal whore, is that true?” she asked quite rhetorically. Fleur was so far out of it that she did not have the energy to respond.  It didn’t matter to Effie, who already knew the answer. She walked around the back of her surgery table and traced her fingers over Fleur’s prominent sphincter. Effie had only seen this kind of thickened, swollen and scarred asshole tissue a handful of times before on old male bottoms. To see it on nineteen-year-old like Fleur was something else.

“Can you prolapse?” Effie wondered out loud, ideas spinning in her mind. When she heard the words come out of her mouth, she realized she was mumbling a bit. She immediately corrected herself.

“Can you prolapse?” she repeated, now directly aimed at Fleur, who barely registered what was going on.

Effie slapped Fleur across the face. She bent down to bring her face at the same level as Fleur’s and grabbed her by the chin, squeezing her lips between her thumb and index finger, forcing Fleur’s mouth into a fish shape.

Fleur produced a slow moan. She felt like her whole abdomen was burning away.

“Can. You. Prolapse,” the mistress repeated again, with distinct pauses between each word.

Of course Fleur had prolapsed her colon before. Dominika delighted in fisting Fleur’s ass for hours on end until everything was loose and supple, so she could prolapse her intestines to receive a shower of hot wax or repeated smacks with the studded paddle. If she would be able to do it in her current state, remained to be seen. When Effie’s question reached Fleur’s consciousness, she slowly nodded and produced a hoarse ‘Yes, Mistress.’ Effie planted a quick kiss on Fleur’s chapped, dry lips and straightened herself again, ready to get to work.

A moment later, Fleur felt an icy splash of lubricant on her asshole, immediately followed by the unmistakable jaws of an ass spreader invading her colon. The young blonde assistant prepared instruments while one of the camera girls filmed a close-up of her face, registering how Fleur’s bloodshot eyes rolled up before she closed them, limply undergoing whatever the doctor mistress had in store for her.

Effie had a plan and she was executing it step by step. Fleur’s experienced sphincter was stretched open by the rectal spreader in no time, revealing the pink and purple insides of her colon. The mistress tested to see if she could set the tool to its widest setting, making it easier to insert her hands into Fleur’s intestines. It didn’t really surprise her that she could do it with ease. If the girl’s swollen and scarred sphincter hadn’t been enough to go off, Effie could clearly see patterns of repeated abuse on the colon walls as well, running as deep as she could see.

The slid one of her hands inside, squirting more lubricant straight into Fleur’s gaping colon and gently pushing the gel as deep inside as she could, enjoying the pathway Dominika had already carved out when she had slowly rearranged Fleur’s guts with her extreme anal play.

When the cool lubricant was deposited into her colon, Fleur’s eyes shot open for a moment, followed by a long, low moan as Effie slid her complete forearm inside. In many a bdsm session, the deep fisting that Fleur received would have been the high point of the show, a climax for everyone involved. But on this stage that was not the case. It was merely the start.

The mistress continued fisting Fleur’s ass as deep as she could for the better part of four to five minutes, while her tall blonde assistant kept arranging the tools and instruments that the mistress would need next.

“We need to keep that asshole of yours wide open so I can properly work inside you,” Effie enlightened Fleur, who was struggling to pay attention through the discomfort.

“I will do it in such a way that your mistress can later enjoy the fruits of my work here today as well.”

Without any warning or explanation to Fleur, Mistress Effie used pliers to jab a thick piercing needle through the tissue right behind Fleur’s sphincter.

Fleur shrieked loud at the sudden sharp pain that momentarily overtook the signals from her burning cunt, evoking a chuckle from Effie, who was already in the process of threading a thick stainless steel ring through Fleur’s freshly pierced flesh. The mistress loved getting this kind of feedback on her work and smiled while she closed the ring and admired her work while tugging on the fresh piercing and flicking her finger against it.

Over the next few minutes, she continued fitting Fleur’s sphincter with seven other thick rings, neatly spaced out all around, so that they were as symmetrical as they could be. The continued manipulation of Fleur’s pierced skin produced some blood, which quickly looked like it was a lot, but it didn’t slow Effie down one bit. Before long, she picked up a circular contraption that would replace the current ass stretcher keeping Fleur gaping wide open. The metal ring was about a foot in diameter and featured eight little chains with hooks hanging from different, evenly spaced points around its circumference. In the middle of each chain was a small turn buckle, making it the perfect tool to manually adjust the exact length of the chains, and thus the pull on whatever was connected to the small hooks.

It was no surprise that those hooks were quickly pulled through Fleur’s fresh sphincter piercings and Effie started tightening the turn buckles, tightening them slightly, one by one, increasing their pull.

The mistress took her time to enjoy playing with the meat on her table. She had plenty of time to spend with Fleur until the girl was needed elsewhere again. Slowly but surely the new cylindrical contraption stretched Fleur’s colon open even wider than the original ass stretcher did.

Effie stopped at a width of about 5 inches and pulled the old instrument out and replaced it with a footlong, tubular-shaped wire frame that she slowly pushed into Fleur’s lubricated ass until just under an inch of its length jutted out past her stretched sphincter. The frame made sure that her colon stayed stretched open wide, with the visible end of the frame touching her stretched sphincter.

There was just one more thing to do to finish the colonic preparations. Mistress Effie collected eight small black zip ties from one of her assistants and used them to tighten the rings through Fleur’s sphincter to the wire frame. The circular stretcher with the turn buckles was not needed anymore and would only be in her way. The wire frame would be easily held in place by the eight fresh piercings around Fleur’s gaping asshole.

“Now, doesn’t that look inviting?” Effie smirked rhetorically. Nonetheless her young blonde assistant nodded in agreement. The mistress ran her gloved finger over the inside of Fleur’s stretched sphincter where the blood-covered tissue clamped tightly around the wire frame. She wiped the blood in a circular motion, covering the whole circular end of the frame before pulling away and admiring her work.

“Crop!” she said loudly while she held out her right hand.

Her assistant handed Effie a very thin and long black riding crop.

“Shhhhhpattt!”

With a loud swash and crack it came down on Fleur’s left butt cheek, but it didn’t elicit a sound from the seasoned masochist.

“Shhhhhpattt!”

“Shhhhhpattt!”

“Shhhhhpattt!”

Effie alternated between left and right and put considerably more force into her swings, which partly had the desired effect at the last hit, when Fleur let out a long, low moan.

It was followed by a loud shriek when Effie shoved the crop with one swift motion as deep into Fleur’s ass as she could, lodging it between the folds of her colonic tissue beyond the wire stretcher.

The dull, nauseating pain immediately put Fleur at attention and she grunted deeply when Effie grabbed the crop again, pulled it slightly out again and started smacking it up and down inside Fleur’s stretched ass. This was a strange pain that Fleur had never felt before. It was a weird pain, moving like a wave form between dull ache and sharp spikes and cut through her abdomen and thighs.

Mistress Effie had performed a colonic whipping once before during a heavy torture session with one of her dominatrix friends. They had a male pain pig who had his ass stretched open, his balls crushed ever tighter while the mistresses took turns fisting his ass and searing his nipples with two lighters while he was under strict instructions not to cum, or else. When he did cum, the women started taking turns poking all kinds of objects in his ass and they quickly found out that a wide open ass left just enough room to smack the tip of a riding crop around. Fleur was now at the receiving end of a slower and more deliberate rendition that sent jolts of pain radiating throughout her abdomen.

Effie watched Fleur’s body language, waiting patiently for Fleur’s breathing to calm down before administering another devious bite of the crop and savoring the sounds of agony that she made. When the response started to fade, Effie replaced the riding crop with a small cattle prod that immediately brought Fleur’s sounds back up in volume.

It was a delicate dance between mistress and slave rising to  the peak of their performances, much like a seasoned musician controlling his instrument to create a masterpiece during an improvised performance.

Chances to play so extensively with such a depraved willing pain whore were very few and far between and Effie was well aware of this. She was going to milk this occasion to the fullest extent.

Even though the play with the crop and prod was nice, there was more fun to be had. Effie shoved her instrument up Fleur’s gaping ass again, gave it one last jolt and gestured to her assistant to give her some new supplies. The girl in latex handed Effie a wide, long black leather belt that went around Fleur’s torso and the top wires of the frame that she was restrained on. Effie tightened it, securing Fleur’s torso against the frame as tightly as possible, crushing her rib cage against the metal bars. Her assistant busied herself with a dozen smaller thick leather straps that were used to secure the bottom of the frame to the torture table.

The one large belt was installed considerably quicker than the many smaller ones and while her assistant continued installing the small straps, Effie found her way in front of Fleur’s face with her hand cupping Fleur’s full breasts that were hanging over the edge of the metal frame under her torso.

“I hear they have spectacular plans for your tits,” the mistress mused while her fingers traced the scars on Fleur’s bruised, bleeding and now also partially tattooed breasts, slowly contracting from the fullness of the hanging orbs to until she just held Fleur’s swollen, leathery nipples between her fingers.

“Ava has already left very visible marks on your skin,” Effie noted while she brushed her fingers over the black patch tattoos on top of Fleur’s shaved head, “but I will forever cherish my signatures on you, which will not be visible to anyone unless they ever look as deep inside your ass again as I’m doing today.”

When her assistant finished installing the last strap on the metal frame, Effie let go of Fleur’s tits and moved back to the girl’s gaping asshole and removed the cattle prod to continue her depraved playtime.

The mistress swung a wide tray with various syringes with long needles towards Fleur’s buttocks and took a seat on a chair on wheels while her assistants flanked her. One was ready to hand her the instruments she needed, the other was providing a bright bundle of light from a small but very powerful flashlight. It was taped to a wide-angle GoPro on a stick that would record the next part of the procedure in minute detail.

“Hold still now for the next part, which may or may not be a success, depending on a lot of factors,”  Effie tried to enlighten her patient.

The mistress was handed one of the syringes from the wide tray. It was filled with a clear fluid and featured a very long needle.

“Placing first saline injection,” Effie switched to dictation doctor mode. “One milliliter submucosal bleb,” she added while she concentrated on guiding the long needle deep into Fleur’s colon, where she carefully punctured the tissue to deliver the saline.

Fleur groaned when the needle entered her tissue. Mistress Effie carefully kept her needle at an angle and deposited the fluid in the wall of Fleur’s colon. Then she slowly retracted her needle and handed it to her assistant, who already had a second syringe prepared for her.

This next one had carbon black ink in it and it was Effie’s goal to inject it into the submucosal space now occupied by the saline solution. Again ever so slowly, she guided the long needle deep into Fleur’s colon where she just created a small droplet of saline under the wall of the tissue. Then she carefully inserted the tip of the needle at the same spot. She made sure the shape of the needle and its bevel were visible through the mucosa and slowly injected another milliliter, now of carbon black ink.

When the mistress was satisfied with her work, which she had studied extensively, but never performed before, she had gained the confidence to complete the task she set out to do. It would take her the better part of an hour to finish, which would later be cut and sped up in the video edit of this procedure. At the end of it, Fleur had received nine injections that were spaced and positioned in such a way that they formed a capital letter E.

“If you ever get an endoscopy at some point in the future, they will surely wonder why there are carbon black dots shaped like the letter E tattooed in your sigmoid colon,” the mistress laughed as she handed the final ink syringe back to her assistant. Then she exhaled loudly. Even though she had ran the whole procedure through her mind a million times, she was relieved and proud that she had now actually completed the tattooing procedure.

She watched as her assistant with the GoPro and flashlight recorded close-up footage inside Fleur’s colon, which was quite a grotesque sight in itself. Effie chuckled at the sight of the small camera on a stick moving in and out of the gaping asshole on her operating table.  When the assistant with the camera was done and pulled the camera completely out again to quickly review the footage that was recorded, Effie instructed her blonde assistant in latex to prepare the next part of the procedure.

While the girl darted off, Effie reached into Fleur’s gaping colon again and placed her gloved index finger on the freshly tattooed colonic tissue. “Thank you,” she whispered.

While the tattoo had taken quite some time, it was not the highlight of this part of the night. It didn’t take long to review the video footage that was recorded. It all looked great in glorious 4K, so it was time to move on to the main event that was planned to prepare Fleur for some excruciating endurance as well as the next ordeal that would be waiting for her shortly after everyone else had their breakfast.

Fleur had no clue what was going on exactly, but right next to her operating table were now two identical high structures on wheels, with blinking lights from machinery and covered with over two dozen cylinders of some sort. The blonde assistant signaled Effie that everything she needed was in place and the mistress pulled her hands out of Fleur’s bleeding ass.

“Fuck, I can’t believe we’re really about to do this,” Effie said with a real excited look on her face, partly addressing her assistants, and partly stating it to herself.

“Oh boy, now this is going to be exciting,” Effie gushed as she picked up a seemingly formless and flat rubber shape from one of the tables. The black object flopped in her hands, as if she picked up a fresh pancake and played with it.

Fleur didn’t register much anymore at this point. Even though the pain kept her awake, she was completely exhausted and unable to respond to whatever was happening around her. She was quite literally transformed to a piece of meat to be used and abused. She had set out to prove that she was the ultimate torture porn whore and she was well on her way to set a record that would take quite a bit of effort to reach or surpass. But you never knew with these crazy horny young masochists that sprouted up in the deepest recesses of the internet these days, willingly offering up their bodies for the most filthy masochistic abuse imaginable to attain their fifteen minutes of online fame with an audience that was increasingly numb and easily bored.

“I’m sure this will properly wake you up again at some point soon,” Effie smirked as she positioned herself behind Fleur again. “But for now, just enjoy the quiet time you will have while we finish up here. We’re almost done. And this won’t be too painful... yet.”

Effie started the final procedure by pushing her black rubber shape as far inside Fleur’s colon as she could, lodging one end deep between the folds of her intestines as deep as her hands could go, well beyond the cylindrical stretcher they used to keep Fleur’s colon open. The goal was to make sure that the opposing end of the shape, which featured a tube-shaped opening, would still be at least six inches from Fleur’s sphincter. That was the only way this would work.

She double-checked if she had put the edge of the rubber really as deep as she possibly could push it, knowing she would get only one chance at this. She had never performed this before and there were actually several people in RYW who doubted that it could even be done, but she was determined and was going to try her best and pull it off.  When she was satisfied with the depth, she signaled her assistant.

“Hose” Effie requested. Now the tricky part. The hose. The hose was a long clear rubber tube with a diameter of 15 millimeters that also had to go into the opening of the rubber shape. Getting it in there was not hard by itself. But getting it to stay in place was uncertain.

When designing this whole plan with Ava, Effie had wanted to use a tube clamp, but quickly found that there were no types, not even the quick release kind, that didn’t require some kind of screwdriver or wrench to tighten it. And there would simply not be enough room inside a stretched open colon for that. So the best alternative that they had come up with is a set of three zip ties that would have to be tightened as much as possible. It had worked during the dry run test of this procedure, but barely, and Effie was anxious to find out if the measure would hold now.

She was about to find out. She asked for the zip ties and received them from her assistant. Two thin red ones and a wider white one. They had all been shortened to a manageable length, but there was not enough room to make this easy.

First, Effie wrapped a thin red one around the tube shaped opening of the black rubber mold, as close to the mold as possible. She tightened it to the best of her ability, knowing she might have to re-visit it later. Next was the white zip tie, followed by another thin red one.

“Small pliers,” she requested next and used the instruments to tighten the plastic zip ties as much as she could. She was confident that she had done all she could, given the circumstances. Now it was time the ultimate test. There was no going back. If this failed, her colleagues would have to use their creativity to make something up.

The tricky part now was that the colon spreader had to be removed to complete the next step of the process. The rubber shape needed space inside Fleur’s abdomen and the spreader would severely hinder it.

Mistress Effie asked her assistant to cut the zip ties that kept the colon spreader attached to the rings through Fleur’s sphincter. With the plastic ties gone, the spreader could be easily removed, but this should not happen too fast. Its removal should not interfere with the rubber mold or the hose.

While her assistant slowly started pulling the colon spreader out of Fleur’s ass, Effie watched her toy inside like a hawk. She was relieved to find that the mold stayed in place and it even appeared like Fleur’s colon sucked the object deeper inside her guts instead of expelling it as the ass spreader was removed. In the end only the clear tube was sticking out of Fleur’s gaping ass. It had been stretched wide long enough to just stay open by itself.

The gape made it easier for Effie to slide her hand back inside to feel if the tube and mold were still where she wanted them. When she was satisfied, she kept her hand in place just in case she needed to manipulate anything and she instructed her assistant to hook the tube up to one of the two the injection machines next to the operating table.

The feeding tube was fitted and clamped down quickly. Within seconds after the machine was turned on, a sand-colored substance could be seen being pushed through the tube, slowly making its way to Effie’s wrist in Fleur’s ass.

It took a minute or two, but when the substance reached Effie’s hand, she could feel the pleasantly warm temperature of the paste as it passed through the tube that she held her palm against. She instinctively squeezed down on the zip ties that she has previously installed and watched the machine as she could do nothing more now, but wait.

This was another moment in the video production that was slated for speed-ups, because this procedure would take about 1 minute and 40 seconds per cylinder, and the goal was to have all 27 of them heated and pumped into the mold. That would take over 45 minutes.

Effie looked at her watch. They were on schedule. It was only 7.11 am and Ava would be here a little before 8.30, after breakfast. Now it was just a matter of waiting and keeping her fingers crossed. Figuratively speaking.

Fleur zoned out completely and fell asleep from exhaustion at some point in the early morning while Mistress Effie’s confidence grew that she could pull off this stunt that she had believed in from the start, but that everyone was skeptical about. It would be well worth the wait to see the end result later this morning.

When the machine was eventually done with the 27 tubes, it had squirted just under four kilograms of paste out of the collection of tubes into the rubber mold inside Fleur’s ass. The pressure and weight of the whole thing had woken Fleur up again. She felt extremely nauseous and had an unsettling feeling of anxiety over her as she felt her insides so massively blown up.

With Fleur fully and effectively restrained, Effie waited patiently for the paste to start hardening out over the next half hour before she slowly retracted her hand from Fleur’s colon and sealed her anal cavity with a zip tie threaded through the sphincter rings.

Just minutes after she had finished her job, Effie could hear through the walls that people were moving through the hallways and gathering in a nearby space. Breakfast was clearly over. Mistress Ava had to be near as well. It didn’t take long for her to arrive.

“OMG what is this?” the black mistress laughed when she returned to the operating room with her own camera man. She saw Fleur on her knees, ass up, restrained against the metal frame on top of the operating table, with a plastic tube sticking out of her ringed asshole.

“Did you do it?”

“I think so,” Effie replied. “Let me see if it’s hard enough.”

The medical mistress squeezed the tube about three inches away from Fleur’s sphincter and found that the paste inside the tube had hardened to her satisfaction.

“I think we can cut it,” she said.

“Like an umbilical cord,” Ava laughed.

Effie chuckled. “Has that ever been done with a saw?”

“I don’t think so.”

While Effie busied herself with a small powered circular saw to cut through the tube and hardened paste, Mistress Ava took a closer look at Fleur. She noticed that Fleur was utterly exhausted and knew that the worst was still to come. Ava gave her two moderate slaps in her face, which did not get much response.

Ava then inspected Fleur’s tits. It looked like Effie had kept her promise to leave those magnificent orbs alone in the operating room.

“You kept her tits the way they were when I brought her in,” Ava said.

“I had my fun. I will let you have yours,” Effie replied. “Besides, I needed to take more from her cunt than I thought. The Fox was very generous with her acid.”

“What do you mean?”

“I had to remove both sets of lips. Took the hood as well, to make it look more smooth.”

“Wow, really? So it’s just a cunt hole and a clit?”

“Don’t forget the piss tube. If I’d had more time, I’d have prodded that one a bit as well. No one told me anything about needing that later.”

“No, we’ll focus on her cunt, clit and tits and whatever else her own mistress wants.”

Ava looked over at Fleur.

“Are you done with her? The show must go on. Eddie will be ready in a minute.”

“Yes, she’s good to go,” Effie replied. “Better keep her on her knees or something, I doubt she can walk or crawl and she certainly can’t sit.”