Fleur V: Blackout

London, Saturday, 12.57 PM

The entourage left their luxurious hotel late in the morning. It was another 90 minute drive to the site of the soon-to-be-demolished mental hospital south of the English capital, where they arrived a little ahead of schedule.

The abandoned asylum, about a five minute drive away from the nearest town, was built in the typical style of Victorian institutional facilities. Operating between the end of the nineteenth century and the late 1980s when it was closed, it was set on a large compound that had been purchased by an investment group that was planning to build a new state-of-the-art headquarters on the spot.  It had taken months to actually get all the building permits cleared with local authorities, but the demolition and cleanup work was about to start after the weekend.

Despite the tall fences that were erected around the property decades ago and that had been partially overgrown as nature reclaimed the lot, the deteriorating building had been a popular destination for all kinds of explorers. Groups of teens and urbex photographers had respectively raided and documented both the grounds and the buildings. In recent years several hardcore rave parties were held on the grounds, much to the chagrin of the city council, who at first tried very hard to block any trespassing attempt. But as time went on, they found out that the less attention and money they spent on what was going on at the location, the better.

In recent years, the mental hospital’s wards had provided the perfect backdrop for the dozen or so commercial video productions for Ruin Your World, an underground group of extreme body artists and sadomasochists from South London. They dealt in all kinds of acquired tastes, like cuttings, piercings, branding, suspension, amputation and castration, combined with extreme genital torture and blackwork tattooing. They had only one goal: inflict as much pain as possible, take something from their masochists and/or leave permanent marks as mementos.

With benefactors of their group infiltrated into the local council and police department, they had been able to arrange gaps in check-ups and surveillance of the site, so that they could film their crazy antics without any interference for the last four years.

Making sure to whet the appetites of like-minded people, but also preventing too much mainstream attention, RYW successfully balanced a fine line. On the one hand their supply of willing performers for their extreme sessions kept growing. There was a surprising amount of people with a keen interest in their work. They had even been working with a makeshift selection committee and waiting list for over two years since a couple of fringe fetish media outlets had covered their activities. On the other hand RYW shunned publicity since the nature of their activities was such that even though everyone who participated was a consenting adult, since the late 2010’s this was not enough to keep pesky activists with opposing views at bay.

While RYW practiced and preached inclusivity, freedom and a live-and-let-live attitude, they were very aware of the powers that wanted to shut anyone down who did anything in the field of sex industry and especially bdsm-related activities. Even though these critics were basically a handful of well-organized keyboard warriors on social media, they were not to be underestimated. By activating several niche groups with each their own motivations and interests to oppose freedom of sexuality and expression, some of which actually held real-world power, they had effectively managed to change and tighten policies and laws in the United Kingdom and other places around the world. Instead of moving forward to a world with more freedom and inclusivity, it was getting harder and sometimes impossible to express bondage, sadomasochism and body modification art. So it was in RYW’s best interest to actively manage the amount of exposure they received.

Now the last chance had arrived for them to reap the benefits of this perfect location and senior members had planned this fitting farewell party in conjunction with one last invite-only “Ruinland” bdsm rave party tonight. The rave would accommodate a little over a hundred guests and performers, mostly kinky friends of the RYW core group, on the east side of the grounds while the senior members enjoyed their special interests entertainment on the west side, where preparations for video documentation had already started the night before with the installation of power supply systems and lighting. Since the asylum had been cut off from the grid decades ago, RYW had to bring in their own material.

When Dominika, Fleur, Natan and Kiara arrived, they noticed the symmetrical layout of the grounds. According to signposts that still stood up in the tall grass, the campus was divided between a men’s side on the east and a women’s side on the west with their respective violent and non-violent wards. All buildings seemed to have a ground and upper level to them with high ceilings and windows, some of which were visibly boarded up and most of the walls were overgrown with ivy.

Fleur thought it was kind of cool how nature seemed to reclaim everything, given enough time. She looked around at the various tints of green, some yellowish like the plants were filtered through old newspapers to the dark moss and ivy that prominently ran over and occupied the deteriorating cement and brick. Several of the side buildings had ornamental geometrically shaped glass domes on top of them, but most of those had fully or partially collapsed over the years. The central administration building sat in the middle of the plot like a spider in its web with cobblestone paths leading away in all directions, and that was where they went to meet Mistress Ava.

At 26 years of age, Mistress Ava was like an older online sister to Dominika. They had never met in person before, but had been exchanging ideas on the same web sites and forums and had eventually interacted through FaceTime. Ava was the architect, so to speak, of everything that was going to happen over the next 24 hours. She had planned and arranged for several artists from all over the world who were on top of their game to come and perform their work on a selection of canvasses. One of the canvasses that would be made available for multiple successive sessions was Fleur.

Ava was sitting at a partially cleaned desk in the main administration building when Dominika’s extravagant troupe came in. She was pointing something out to her assistant Effie on one of two laptops in front of her while a handful of other production people were walking in and out and taking care of things. Fleur recognized her from a couple of videos that she had seen recently.

When Ava got up to greet Dominika, Fleur noticed that the London mistress was almost as tall as her German friend and the complete polar opposite in skin tone. Both of them wore very high heels that augmented their already impressive natural height. It was a friendly greeting, even though Mistress Ava had a stern and stoic look about her. Above her thigh-high boots, she wore a tight fitting white leather body outfit that snugly hugged her thin frame and tiny waist. She was much smaller than Dominika, skinnier than Fleur even, which made her look only that much taller.

The body outfit had the shape of a swimsuit with a V-shaped opening on the front that left much of Ava’s sixpack abs and a large part of her chest visible. The mistress had small breasts and the V-shape of the suit just barely covered the edges of her areolas, giving everyone a good idea of what her B-cups looked like without actually revealing anything. She wore an open red leather jacket over the body suit that covered her sides and arms. The jacket was studded with various metal spikes along the length of the arms and on the shoulder pads.

Where Dominika was as pale as snow, Ava’s skin was as black as night. The mistress was an exceptional beauty whose piercing green eyes commanded every room she stepped in. She had a small, round face with very pronounced cheek bones and rich lips. She wore her hair in long dreadlocks, but the left side of her head was shaved bald up to the top of her ear. The many elaborate tattoos that were reasonably visible on her dark body and face ran up over her neck to the side of her head, giving her a strong and edgy appearance that accentuated her outfit.

Fleur was impressed by what she saw. This was a woman who radiated confidence and control and the same could be said about the mistress’ assistant Effie, who was also quickly introduced to the group.

Effie was a strawberry blonde with greyish blue eyes and a heart-shaped face. Despite her devil horn subdermal forehead implants she looked friendly and wore an outfit consisting of tight fitting black leather pants and a tight white latex tube top that showed off a well-toned midriff, but had obvious problems containing her ample breasts. At 27, she had been assisting Mistress Ava for a number of years now with administrative and production work as well as performing exquisite sadism and body modification on eager subjects. A female anatomy freak, Effie had completed almost eight years of medical training, dropping out a year ago after her first specialization year in the field of gynecology. She figured her knowledge and skills were good enough for her rising career with RYW, which was an understatement, and she lost interest in becoming a general gynecologist when work with the niche body mod group grew into a fine paycheck with the added bonus of indulging in her own extreme fetishes. She had first been selected for the group’s video productions based on her good looks and fine scalpel skills, but it had quickly become apparent that her impressive intelligence made her a formidable production asset offscreen as well.

Their calm and experienced appearance slightly put Fleur’s mind at ease for what was about to come. She knew the next day would be brutal, but at least the people here seemed to be professional. She had been in a handful of very different situations over the years, though most of the time things ended up being okay.

After the initial pleasantries several things needed to be checked off. Dominika handed over a stack of paper containing copies of ID’s, contracts about participation, consent and non-disclosure that they had all filled out in preparation for the trip. As per the contract, Fleur’s passport was also handed over to be held by RYW until the end of the contract. Natan and Kiara soon left the building, since they wouldn’t be needed for anything related to production until tomorrow. They were told to stick around, explore the location and enjoy the event. Dominika was taken away by Effie, who was going to show her around the grounds and take her to the medical ward, where the two of them were scheduled to perform their most sadistic fantasies late this night and early tomorrow morning. So Fleur was left alone with Mistress Ava, who first wanted to get the business end of the deal out of the way.

“We need to go over your paperwork first, then I’ll outline the plan for today and tomorrow,” Ava said to Fleur while she scanned the stack of paper containing the documents pertaining to her main performer before eyeing Fleur from top to bottom. Fleur was dressed in a similar outfit to the one she wore on the jet from Germany: under her pea coat, she wore a leather body harness made out of thin strips of black leather, held together by small stainless steel rings and chains. The harness tightly hugged her stunning physique, but didn’t actually cover a total of more than three square inches of skin.

“Happy belated birthday,” Ava said when she realized from the date of birth in the passport that Fleur had her birthday two days before. 

“Thanks,” Fleur replied, “I’m about to have a hell of a party,” she chuckled.

“I can see here you’ve signed everything, but to be sure, I still want to go over some key points with you.”

“Sure, but I actually did read all the fine print. These contracts are some of the more lengthy and professional that I’ve come across in my career.”

“We need to be thorough and careful,” Ava explained. “We also like to record a short video agreement with our performers. I’m sure you understand.” She whipped out her cell phone and held it up to film Fleur. After stating her full name and date of birth and confirming that she was present out of her own free will, Fleur had to answer a few questions and use the word ‘Yes’ in all of her answers if she agreed.

“Now according to these documents you are over the age of 18 and you consent to have your body used for the entertainment and enjoyment of Ruin Your World and their associates and guests for up to 24 hours, is that correct?” Ava wanted to know first.

“Yes,” Fleur confirmed.

“And you also understand that the way Ruin Your World will use your body has no limits, constraints or safe words?”

“Yes,” Fleur confirmed again.

“To be explicitly clear,” Ava continued, “you understand that the goal of your session with us is to find, test and kick down your physical and mental limits of pain, endurance and degradation by inflicting various coordinated acts of extreme physical stimulation and permanent body modification that are purposefully damaging to your body?”

“Uh-huh,” Fleur nodded.

“Please answer with yes or no.”

“Oh, sorry. My answer is Yes.”

Ava checked a sheet of paper for the correct wording of the next part, explaining to Fleur that this was important: “To make abundantly clear that you understand the kind of activities that you will engage in, so that there is no doubt or misunderstanding now or at any point in the future, I will rephrase it like this. Do you consent to the following: Ruin Your World and all of its members, associates and guests will, for a period of up to 24 hours, purposely restrain, beat, cut, pierce, stab, burn and penetrate your body, where no area, orifice or activity is off-limits and the goal is to create as much physical and mental pain and degradation as possible?”

Fleur felt a tingle in her spine when she heard these words come out of the Mistress’ mouth. She couldn’t help but get increasingly aroused at the thought of saying yes to these plans and actually going through with it this weekend. “Yes, I understand and consent,” she replied calmly, adding after a few seconds: “I want you to not hold anything back. I like it hard. I want to prove to everyone that I can take whatever you guys think up. Yes.”

“Okay, that’s it,” Ava said and stopped her video recording. “My friend Erin has explained a little about you, but I’m curious to hear from you yourself. She said that you’re really into ‘freaky genitorture, extreme insertions and filthy degradation’?”

Fleur chuckled. “I might have literally told Erin that when we met,” she replied. “Yes, that sounds like me.”

““Well, you will receive plenty of that over the next day or so. How familiar are you really with our work at RYW anyway?” Ava wanted to know.

“Um,” Fleur gathered her thoughts, “I’ve heard stuff from Dominika and Erin and they showed me some videos of smaller sessions.”

“Which videos?”

“I’m not sure. It was some kind of name and then Act 3 and Act 4 behind it or something. They were smaller settings with just you and someone else working on a restrained masochist. The first one was a woman, the second one a man.”

“I see,” Ava replied. “And you were enticed to sign up for this by those videos?”

“I had already asked Dominika if she could try and get me here long before they showed me the videos. But yeah, they were hot. Something interesting and different from what I usually do.”

The mistress went over the respective videos in her head, remembering these two were some of the most brutal treatments they had ever captured on video and made available to people outside their little club. But they still didn’t show the full range of their interests. They had to be careful these days. In this country, even smart adults were being arrested and convicted after engaging in consensual sadomasochism.

“Let me explain the schedule to you.” Ava grabbed a piece of paper that had a large table on it with several color-coded rows and columns that were filled with text.

“We’ll start at 4 PM today,” she started. “That’s, let’s see, a little over 2,5 hours from now, so you have plenty of time to look around and get ready. I’ll show you around in a little bit and leave you at a little area we converted to a kind of dressing room for the weekend where you can get ready and undress. We want you naked and with your hair up in a pony tail, understand?”

Fleur nodded.

“ At 4,” Ava continued, ”your contract will start. This means you will do exactly as you are told for 24 hours after that. If you fail to comply with any request, we will forcefully make sure it will get fulfilled. I will first take you to the Dome in the women’s ward where we will have a little get-together with some of my friends from RYW. I will introduce your body to them so they can check you out. Some of them will be working on you later on, so it will be a chance for them to see what they will be working with.”

Fleur nodded again to signal that she understood what the mistress had said.

“That will be about half an hour to 45 minutes, an hour tops. After that you will be put to a first test by myself with the help of Effie, whom you saw here already. Maybe there will be an opportunity for your own friends to come in and join the fun as well.”

Ava paused for a second, because she thought she Fleur had a question, but that wasn’t the case.

“After that, we have several pain sessions and endurance tests planned for you through the evening and the night, with a few sex abuse interludes as well. Your Mistress asked specifically for you to be offered as a sex toy to party guests at several points during the night, but I don’t know if your condition will allow it, or rather if there will be regular party guests who are into fucking you while you’re bruised and bleeding and possibly passed out. So, to make sure there are, I have arranged for us to be joined during the night by some of my friends who delight in just that kind of thing.”

“Will anyone be able to fuck me while you guys work on me? I would really like that.”

“That depends on what the person wants who is working on you. And of course on what we’re doing. But yeah, while that could happen, your sexual enjoyment is not of any concern to us.”

Fleur had expected that to be the answer to her question, as it was this way most of the time.

“Then around 3 AM the big party will end and we will put you through some more endurance while we prepare some exquisite special interests. Everyone who’s interested can stay up and watch, but others can try and catch some sleep for a few hours. Doctor Effie, my assistant dominatrix, but a nasty, perverted sadist in her own right, will go to town on you with a few things that may not be as visually entertaining for onlookers, but that will surely make a reckless masochist’s motor hum.”

“Hmm, that sounds interesting,” Fleur thought to herself. “Is she going to play a doctor?” she asked Ava.

“Play?” Ava replied with a wide grin. “Effie is an effing medical doctor. A surgeon. And she brought a lot of her specialized gyno tools especially for you. She gets to play with you for up to three hours. It was supposed to be shorter, but the next performer, Eddie, will be here this afternoon, but he won’t be able to make it back out here again until after 8, 8.30 tomorrow morning. So we decided to give your body to her for some extra long medical attention so she can try some stuff that she’s never had the chance to do before. After that Eddie will come in. Not going to spoil much about him. You’ll meet him soon enough during your first introduction. After him, there will be more endurance for you and a little break for us to prepare for the grand finale.”

“Is this where Mistress Dominika’s session comes in?” Fleur wanted to know.

“For the last session you will be at the hands of my good friend Jakob. He is also one of the founders of RYW and he knows how to make a pain slut squeal. He doesn’t just inflict pain, he makes it into a visual art. Jakob will be tag-teaming you with Dominika indeed before they hand you over to me to make a final statement. I’m quite looking forward to that, actually. After that, we’ll be 24 hours from now and we’ll get you to our clinic to recuperate while we clear out of here for good. The doctors and nurses at the clinic will treat monitor you as long as needed.”

“Okay,” Fleur said. “Thank you for explaining everything in so much detail. I feel like I’m in good hands here.”

“I’m glad. I would really like to quickly see in person what I’m going to be working with, if you don’t mind. I’ve seen the photos that Erin sent me, but the real thing is always better. Can you take off your clothes?”

Fleur didn’t hesitate, even though there were several other people working in the same room of the administration building. She unbuttoned her pea coat and slowly let it slide off her back and arms.

Mistress Ava’s eyes lit up when she saw Fleur standing there in her skimpy leather body harness. She already knew from the handful of photos that she had received that the girl was not only blessed with a stunning face, but also had one of the best bodies one could imagine. Working out vigorously over the last couple weeks had paid off and Fleur was quite possibly in the best physical shape that she’d ever been, slim and all toned up with her visible six pack abs as pronounced on her slender abdomen again, like when she was younger and swimming and training five days a week.

But it was clear why a career as a swimsuit model wasn’t in the cards anymore for Fleur: her skin was covered in round scars from puncture wounds, lines from cuts and stitches, abrasions and several dark yellowish bruises that were likely the most recent additions. Ava checked her out from head to toe, admiring her slightly protruding collar bones, her ample breasts that seemed to bear the most silent witnesses to extreme abuse, but still stood quite firm despite what they had been through, her toned abdomen with a clearly defined linea alba that ran behind her deep-set belly button down to her external abdominal obliques and pyramidalis muscle that gave her body quite a unique and mesmerizing V-shape that ran down to her bald pussy.  

“Turn around?”

Fleur turned around to give Ava a good look at her broad shoulders and her back that was covered with intertwining patterns of elongated scars and welts, in some places from just under her shoulder blades down to her knees, it looked like a map of elevated terrain in an atlas. Ava wanted to reach out and touch the skin, but stopped herself when she realized she would have plenty of time later on to play with Fleur.

“Thank you, and compliments,” Ava said with a smile, while several questions ran through her head. How lucky were they to come across a gem like this girl? How come such a seasoned plain slut with obvious long-term experience had no tattoos or permanent piercings anywhere on her body? How was it possible that she was only just 21 years old according to her documents with these kinds of marks on her body? And why the hell would she book the most expensive commercial Ruin Your World session and then not participate in the financial profits that were to be gained?.

“Tell me what’s in this for you?” Ava asked. “We are used to people in their thirties and forties from all over the southern U.K. paying us to have sessions, but you guys are the first ever to ask for a 24 hour no-limits marathon session, pay 135,000 Euros, in cash even, for the whole thing including the commercial video production, which you should know will rake in a profit of more than ten times the cost when we distribute to our interested parties. Then in your contract you sign over all of your parts of the profits to Dominika. Why?”

Fleur was startled and froze for a second. Did she hear that right? Dominika and Erin paid a boatload of cash for this session? She had no idea, no one told her anything like that and Fleur of course hadn’t noticed the cunning trick that had been played on her. Several of the sixteen pages of the contract she signed had been ‘missing’ a paragraph or two at that time. These omissions had conveniently been added in an additional print on the same paper after it was signed, before it was handed to Ava. Fleur also had no clue that the video footage of these sessions would be sold for profit, but that aspect actually turned her on.

“I guess just for the mind fuck of it all,” she said after a moment of thinking. Her forced smile barely disguised the confusion that had grabbed hold of her mind. She laughed and replied: “I just want to prove I’m the biggest pain slut in the world and I guess I’m kind of chasing the dragon right now, which sounds exciting as fuck.”

“Good enough for me,” Ava replied, laughing and adding with a chuckle: “We’re quite looking forward to totally fucking up a pretty little body like yours.”

The mistress eyed Fleur again from top to bottom and back up again before continuing: “Feel free to check everything out around here. When you’re done, go to the women’s ward, that’s the building out the main door to the right. When you’re there, just follow the electrical cables from the generators outside. You’ll get to the glass dome and next to it are our changing rooms. Can’t miss it. There’s a toilet there. I’ll pick you up at 4. Make sure you’re completely empty.”