Fleur V: Blackout

Saturday, 4:01 PM

Mistress Ava arrived right after 4 PM. Fleur had been waiting for the better part of an hour, because there really wasn’t much to see around the grounds of the old, deteriorated buildings. Walking back and forth between the outer edges of the different buildings didn’t take longer than about 20 minutes and the areas that were being prepared for use were either already ready and locked off or still busy with people putting lights, cables and equipment in place.

Some parts of the asylum were pretty well-preserved, but others had fallen in complete disarray and Fleur had found that checking out the grounds had not been that interesting to her. She’d been quickly bored and her mind had been preoccupied more with what Ava had told her about the financial stuff than the physical reality of what she was about to get into. She hadn’t seen Dominika, Natan or Kiara since they had left the administration office, which she had found a little strange. Unbeknownst to her, the mistress and her friends were taking a walking tour of their own and producing some video content featuring Natan and Kiara.

Fleur had stayed in her dressing room and waited for Ava while her thoughts ran all over the place, trying to figure out what was going on. Her eyes ran back and forth over the dirty, moss and mold covered cracked concrete walls of the room, sometimes resting on the rusty examination table that looked like it was about to collapse in the far right corner. Production had covered it with a clear plastic sheet and put three bottles of water on top. Fleur had also placed her belongings on it after she stripped naked. She wondered if that phone call last night had any significance, but couldn’t put any puzzle pieces together because of the foreign language that she had heard.

When Ava came to the room, Fleur jumped up immediately. Her high pony tail whipped up behind her head. She had imprints of the cheap white lawn chair in the skin of her ass and thighs. The mistress looked serious, way more serious than before. It was immediately clear that the tone of their interaction had changed and there was no room for small talk from here on out.

“Turn around, slag!” Ava commanded.

Fleur took a quick look at the mistress, who was now dressed in a tight fitting black leather body suit that was less revealing than what she wore earlier. It resembled more of a bathing suit integrated with a corset and she wore fishnet stockings and army boots with metal studs on them. Black latex elbow gloves and a black leather bra with metal spikes all over it completed the outfit.

Ava tightened a two-inch wide black leather training collar around Fleur’s neck. The device featured rows of pointy pins on the inside and several metal rings on the outside. Ava tightened the strap to the point where Fleur started to get visually uncomfortable and then pulled it another notch tighter before closing it, setting the tone for a rough start of the afternoon.

Fleur was slightly taken aback by the immediate and unexpected breath play, but her experience allowed her to remain calm and she concentrated on relaxing her breathing when Ava clicked a leash to one of the rings on the collar.

“On your hands and knees,” Ava instructed as she pulled Fleur forward, out of the room. “Keep up.”

The mistress had no regard for Fleur, who tripped and fell on her knees on the dirty tiled floor that was covered with small but rough, broken pieces of concrete. Ava kept walking and pulling on the leash around Fleur’s neck, making the short distance through two half corridors to the dome room of the women’s ward while Fleur crawled through the dust and debris of thirty years of decay. She didn’t notice that the video taping of the session had started as soon Ava had entered the little room, with a woman with a handheld camera on a gimbal filming their path to the dome.

It was relatively crowded at the dome. Spread along a wide wall between the three corridors that led to the large room were about twenty to thirty people, members of Ruin Your World and their associates, who had been invited as special guests to this special occasion. More than half of them were seated, either in individual chairs or on the wooden benches that were placed there with excellent views of the large round platform in the middle of the room.

Lit by natural light that came in through the moss-stained and partially broken glass windows of the ceiling dome, the platform resembled and functioned as a stage for this afternoon’s introductory entertainment. It took up over half of the room, which was twelve meters in diameter. On the platform, which was swept and vacuumed relatively clean, were several pieces of furniture that were currently not in use, as far as Fleur could see. She did see, however, another young woman kneeling as she was led on top of the platform.

Fleur was told to remain on her knees while Ava walked over to some of her associates nearby. Fleur could feel the cold, emotionless stare of many of the people watching her, a feeling that only intensified while Ava kept talking to one of her friends. Fleur was about eight feet away from the other girl, with the two turned toward the middle of the platform, facing each other. Fleur noticed how the other girl looked nothing like her. When the mistress returned to her side after a few minutes, she forcefully turned Fleur about 90 degrees to face the spectators and announced: “Let me present to you: Fleur!” as she picked up a sizeable dildo with a handle shaped like a short katana from one of the pieces of furniture.

There were no cheers, no applause, nothing of the like that Fleur had previously experienced with performance shows in front of a live audience. Several of the men and women in attendance nodded their heads in approval, but none of them made a sound.

Fleur was never told the name of the girl in front of her, but the audience was already intimately familiar with Hannah. The young woman, 23, was one of RYW’s most prolific masochistic performance artists. Tall, slender and lithe, she was covered in tattoos from her mostly shaven head to her little toes. Sporting a mohawk-style hairdo of very short red hair, she proudly displayed the inked line-and-shape work that covered the sides of her head and neck. She had a pretty, round face with big Bambi eyes that featured brown irises surrounded by a light green glow in her tattooed eyeballs, a small pointy nose with a thick septum ring and thick, dark red lips.

Her milky white torso and limbs were covered in a mix of tattoo styles, cutting patterns and brandings. There was line art, there were shapes, all done in bright red and pitch black. There were patches that had been completely blacked out with ink and there were some words. The most noticeable were the words 'NASTY' and 'BITCH' tattooed under her decent natural tits in big ornamental black letters. Fleur caught a glimpse of two thick red plastic rods pierced through the deep tissue of the girl’s breasts, right behind her blacked out areolas. On her left breast stood a large, long nipple with two rings through it, but her right nipple was nowhere to be seen.

Even though the young woman needed no introduction with this crowd, she had just been presented to the spectators in the same way Ava was now going to present Fleur with a mix of exposure , degradation and stretching.

Mistress Ava grabbed Fleur’s hair and wrapped the pony tail around her hand before pulling Fleur’s head back. “Open up”, she commanded. “And keep your hands behind your back”. While Fleur’s brain processed the command, Ava already moved her black dildo down and towards Fleur’s face, so that the semi-rigid dildo started disappearing between Fleur’s lips as soon as she opened them. There was no buildup, no foreplay. Just as with Hannah moments ago, the audience watched as Mistress Ava forced the full 12 inch length of the dildo down Fleur’s throat until just the handle was visible outside her mouth. Fleur succeeded in crossing her wrists behind her back and looked up, wondering what was going to happen next.

Even though the invader was long and thick, Mistress Ava had no trouble pushing the dildo all the way down Fleur’s experienced throat into her stomach. She pulled it almost all the way out again before thrusting it back down, giving Fleur no chance to breathe. When there was no panicked reaction from her new slave girl, Ava repeated the process a couple more times, keeping her eyes locked with Fleur’s, playing a test of wills for the better part of a minute before she pulled the dildo all the way out again and let go of Fleur’s hair.

Fleur almost collapsed forward on her face, but moved her arms in front of her time to balance herself while she coughed her lungs out and choked on her own mucus and stinging stomach acid. She had tears in her eyes and it took her a moment to compose herself again while Hannah’s smirk turned into hesitant laughter. Mistress Ava put down the black dildo and produced a new red variant which was about an inch shorter, but also an inch thicker, with flexible silicone spikes along the top half of the shaft and circular ridges around the bottom half towards the handle.

Ava didn’t give Fleur much time to collect herself. Before she had fully caught her breath again, Ava grabbed hold of Fleur’s hair again and pulled her head back once more. Fleur knew what this meant and folded her hands behind her back again and opened her mouth wide, taking shallow breaths. Ava then placed the spiked head of the red dildo between Fleur’s open lips and forced it down like she had done before with the first one.

The mistress noticed that this one didn’t go down as easily as the first, but Fleur wanted to prove her worth and relaxed as much as she could. With a little more effort from both of them, Ava managed to fit the monster dildo all the way down Fleur’s throat, completely filling and stretching her esophagus and stuffing the first part of her digestive tract like a turkey. Instead of fucking the massive rod in and out of Fleur’s throat, Ava let go of its handle and slapped her flat hand down hard on Fleur’s right breast, then her left, making them wobble like Jell-O on her chest.

Fleur produced a muted guttural grunt, but stayed in position while Mistress Ava repeated her manual assault before grabbing the handle of the red dildo with both hands and pulling it forcefully out of Fleur’s throat.

The effect of nausea and lack of oxygen was multiple times worse than before and Fleur collapsed forward, coughing her lungs out and choking on more mucus and stomach acid while the mistress put the dildo back where it came from.

 “You’ve been trained well,” Ava commented while Fleur continued coughing. “Think you can take a little more and compete with our champ here?” The mistress nodded towards Hannah, who had a wide smile on her face. Both women watched as Fleur tried to catch her breath again.

“Yes, Mistress,” Fleur replied between taking in slow, deep breaths, “I can take more.” Adding, after pausing to take a side glance at her competition, “I can do better than her, Mistress.”

Hannah’s smile turned into a frown. She was the undisputed masochistic meat of RYW. There was no way this pretty little blonde Barbie doll was going to outperform her in any way, shape or form. She chuckled, as did Mistress Ava. No-one in the audience made a sound.

“Okay, fine, we will have to wait and see about that,” the dominant continued. “Let’s introduce you a little better to these fine people that have gathered here to be entertained by you.” The mistress grabbed Fleur’s leash and pulled her forward to the edge of the platform, a few feet closer to the audience.

When Fleur was where Ava wanted her, the mistress commanded Fleur to straighten herself and push her tits up and forward, while she kept tension high on the leash, pulling the tight collar and its spikes deep into the skin of Fleur’s throat with one hand, while the other held up Fleur’s passport.

“Like I said, this is Fleur. Here in her passport it says she was born twenty-one years and two days ago, can you believe it?”

The mistress tossed the passport forward into the audience, where it landed on the floor, but was quickly picked up by a gentleman who studied it for a moment and then passed it on to a woman next to him.

Meanwhile, Mistress Ava’s free hand found its way down to Fleur’s chest. She rubbed her gloved fingers across it, caressing her firm breasts. “As you can probably see even from there, this young pain slut is no stranger to heavy play.” She traced one of the longer and most notable scars from the bottom of Fleur’s right breast to her collar bone. “See how she’s covered in scars and marks virtually everywhere on that tight and toned body of hers?”

“Pull up your tits,” she commanded and Fleur obeyed immediately, cupping her breasts and pulling them slightly up, showing the prominent scars to the underside of her breasts from previous extreme medical play sessions.

“These fine people here would like to get to know you a little better, my dear,” Ava started. “And we have a short little ritual here for that called Five Questions. Here’s the first: Who are you?”

“My name is Fleur,” Fleur started. “I just turned 21 on Thursday and I live in Berlin in Germany, but I’m originally from The Netherlands.”

“That’s all fine and well, dear,” Ava continued her improv interview, “but how do you explain your body that we see in front of us? You’re physically very fit, toned and extremely well-proportioned, yet it is also obvious that you have undergone quite a number of extreme treatments over a long period of time. Why do the scars on your young body look like those we see on the most seasoned fortysomething pain sluts with a midlife crisis?

“I’ve been playing very hard for quite a while now,” Fleur answered while Ava dropped the leash and turned around to pick the red dildo up again. “And I like things that are pretty extreme. The more shocking and painful, the better.”

“Good,” Ava said and unexpectedly slapped Fleur in the face. “Turn around, and show us your cunt and ass!”

Fleur let go of her breasts again and turned around and pushed her ass up so that the audience could get more intimately acquainted with her. She crossed her wrists behind her back, but Ava commanded her to spread her ass cheeks.

Even from the distance the audience was at, they could see the scarred skin of Fleur’s most intimate regions, with very obvious whip marks running everywhere on her ass cheeks and down her thighs, but also what looked like pretty severely burned skin all around her grotesque sphincter, cunt and inner thighs. The more they saw, the more everyone realized that an extreme pain slut didn’t necessarily need to look like Hannah with very obvious tattoos and piercings.

“Quite a while, as in… weeks, months, years?”

“Several years,” Fleur replied with her face to the floor.

“Speak up, cunt!” Ava yelled at her. “We can’t hear you with your face in the floor like that!”

“Several years,” Fleur said again, now louder.

“That’s better, slag!”

Ava knelt down next to Fleur and started pulling on her pussy lips with one hand while she rubbed the spiked head of the mucus-and-saliva covered red dildo between them. Without any warning, she thrusted the almost foot-long invader into Fleur’s pussy. Fleur gasped. To everybody but Fleur’s surprise, the dildo slid all the way into her experienced pussy without any problems or hiccups. She’d received bigger and longer toys in her cunt and ass on numerous occasions before. Mistress Ava pushed a little further and found that even without any real foreplay, Fleur’s vagina was wet enough to not only receive the thick dildo and most of its handle deep into her, but that she could hold on to the handle and insert her full hand into Fleur as well, pushing the dildo past Fleur’s cervix and into her uterus.

Ava let go of the handle and pulled her hand out of Fleur, leaving the red dildo lodged deep inside her.

“Hmm, nice,” the mistress noted dryly.

“And what is your favorite body part to offer up to a sadist like me?” she asked next, before making her way to the back of the stage again to pick up her next instrument of torture.

“I… uh, I don’t know,” Fleur stammered, trying to keep the volume of her voice up. “I used to get off on my tits being tortured, because that was what people focused on for a long time and it felt so good. But I really also get off on having my cunt abused and my mistress at home has given me some deliciously nauseating extreme anal sessions. I like it all… preferably all at the same time.”

“Anal, huh? What a coincidence,” Ava commented when she returned with an even larger purple dildo, which she kept out of view for Fleur for the moment.

“So why are you here, if you get enough at home?”

“You have some of the nastiest and cruelest sadists here whose work has excited me as far as I’ve seen it. Being used by just one of them already blows my mind. To know I’ll be used continuously for a full day by several of them, is just… heaven. And at the end my Mistress will work on me truly uninhibited. I’m here to prove to myself and everyone that I’m the filthiest pain slut that they have ever seen or will ever see.”

“You will have plenty of chances to do just that, starting now. Let’s try a little competition with our champion Hannah there.”

Ava put the massive new dildo down on Fleur’s back between her arms that still pulled her ass cheeks wide. It covered most of her back and the end stuck out just an inch past her hands. The purple dildo was wet, covered in fresh saliva, mucus and who knows what else.

“Do you feel how big and heavy that is?” Mistress Ava wanted to know. Fleur nodded and almost immediately received another slap in her face which made her gasp.

“You really have trouble speaking up, don’t you, disobedient cunt?!” Ava exclaimed, clearly annoyed.

“I’m sorry mistress,” Fleur tried to loudly correct the mistake she made, “I’m sorry, yes, Mistress, I can feel how heavy it is what you put on me!”

“If your asshole is as trained and experienced as you claim it is, we should probably be able to fit it in, right?”

“I hope so mistress, can I see how big it is?”

“No, cunt, you can’t. You will feel how big it is when I put it inside you. You better hope it does, because it’s your entry ticket to our little competition. Now keep that ass stretched wide!”

Mistress Ava used both hands to pick up the massive dildo, which was a terrifying 45cm in length and almost 9cm wide at its head, tapering off just a little smaller in diameter behind the head at the start of the main shaft, which was slightly flexible along the first half of its length. Widening again halfway down the shaft, the dildo turned more rigid down the shaft while it slowly increased its diameter to over 12cm at its base.

Fleur wasn’t intimidated. Even though the thing felt heavy and enormous, there actually wasn’t any commercially available dildo that she hadn’t had up her colon in the last couple of months. This was Dominika’s kink and the mistress had repeatedly unleashed every extreme dildo in her extensive custom arsenal on Fleur and most of her submissive ‘piglets’. Flexible ones, rigid ones, super thick or extremely long, shaped like oversized human cocks, or those of horses, dragons or all kinds of aliens and demons, Fleur had experienced them all before.

Mistress Ava found that Fleur’s ass was as well-trained as the young woman had claimed and while Fleur relaxed her abnormal sphincter and used her index and middle fingers to stretch open her colon, the mistress easily pushed in three quarters of the massive rod without hitting any speed bumps.

“That’s about thirteen inches, we’re well over halfway there,” Ava enlightened Fleur and the audience at the same time as she pulled the massive dildo halfway out before forcefully shoving it in again, a few inches deeper this time, forcing air out of Fleur’s colon and creating bubbling farting sounds. Fleur let out a grunt and let go of her asshole as the anal invader filled her up right next to the other large dildo inside her cunt and her sphincter closed itself somewhat around a ridge in the base of the monster cock. Within three strokes, the whole thing went in until only little over an inch of its base was sticking out of Fleur. At this point Fleur felt super nauseous with the two enormous dildos filling her up.

Mistress Ava got up on her feet again, stepped behind Fleur and placed her right boot on the base of the dildo and stomped down on it several times, which did not make it go in any deeper, because it couldn’t, but at the same time the dildo in her cunt shot out under the massive pressure of the anal invader. But this was the point where the fun for Ava and RYW just started. The end of foreplay was near, but not until Fleur passed one final test.

“You know we’re just stretching your holes to prepare them for the rest of the day, right?” Ava laughed rhetorically. Fleur didn’t reply and the mistress didn’t expect her to. Even quicker than how the dildo went into Fleur’s ass, it went out again with a little help of Mistress Ava to the soundtrack of massive flatulence.

“Sit up. Head back!”

The mistress made Fleur sit up with her back to the audience, giving them a better view of the numerous scars on her skin from all kinds of heavy bdsm play and harsh whippings. Ava removed the tight collar, revealing a wide dark red band around Fleur’s neck.

“Now you’re going to show us how much of this thing you can actually swallow with that well-trained throat of yours!”

Fleur looked up at the massive, slime and juice covered dildo that had just been pulled out of her ass.

“Grab it. And swallow it down,” Ava commanded while she held the dildo upside-down above Fleur’s head. Fleur opened her mouth wide and pushed her tongue forward to let the head of the dildo fall deep behind her front teeth while she used both hands to guide and push the flexible part of the rod into her throat and down her esophagus.

Ten, fifteen centimeters disappeared in her mouth while her throat swelled up as the dildo went down inside her, before Fleur pulled the thing back out and coughed up a bunch of mucus and saliva, which she tried to spit out, but which didn’t get far, running down her chest instead of reaching the head of the dildo that Ava was still holding above her.

After catching her breath for a moment, she lunged up a little like a hungry animal, while both she and mistress Ava worked the dildo down her throat for a second time. It went much deeper now, going down until Fleur’s teeth were almost hit by the considerable speed bump of the widening rigid second half of the instrument

It took the two young women another two tries of pulling it out and pushing it back down until clearly more than half of the dildo had disappeared down Fleur’s throat and it was obvious that Fleur’s jaw could not possibly physically widen any more to accommodate the rigid part of the base of the dildo any further. She had pushed her jaws to the limit and was more red in the face than anyone had ever seen her. Mistress Ava tried to push a little more, but nothing moved. Still, she kept her hand pressed on the dildo’s base, much to the discomfort of Fleur, while she turned a little sideways to address Hannah.

“See, Hannah,” the mistress started. “What do you think? Did she beat you?”

Mistress Ava and the audience didn’t need to measure the remaining inches of the dildo to know that Fleur had actually swallowed down more of the massive thing than Hannah did just before Fleur was brought out. And even though Hannah had not really pushed herself to her limit just then, this was very impressive and, honestly, unexpected for everyone present.

Before she let Fleur breathe again, Ava kept talking to Hannah while Fleur’s head started turning even a darker shade of red than it had been before.

“See, Hannah, I think she’s done very well. Maybe you should come over here and worship her asshole for beating you.”

Even though the champion masochist didn’t immediately say anything, the look on her face revealed how she felt at that moment. Yes, she might have underestimated this high-class looking blonde. But she wasn’t going to take this kind of defeat.

“Permission to speak freely, Mistress?” Hannah asked.

“Go ahead,” Ava allowed her slave to continue while she kept her hand firmly pressed down on the base of the dildo in Fleur’s throat.

“Please get the X60’s out here. I know they’re here. Put us next to each other. I will show you that I can do better than her, faster than her. Please.”

There was a slight tone of desperation in Hannah’s voice as she pleaded her mistress for a second chance to prove herself.

Ava removed her hand from the dildo and let Fleur pull the thick dildo out of her throat. While Fleur collapsed forward, dropped the dildo on the floor and went into a coughing frenzy, breathing in and out deeply like she had just come up for air after being submerged in water for too long, the Mistress contemplated the proposal her champion masochist had just made.

She quickly signaled two of her production assistants to come to her and after they rushed in, she spoke briefly to them before they sped away again.

“Interesting, interesting,” the mistress said. “Seeing as we have enough time today, I’ll grant your request.

Fleur had not really processed what was happening right next to her, as she was busy coughing up a mixture of saliva, mucus and stomach acid, trying to get air in her lungs and get rid of the burn and itch in her throat. By the time she had somewhat composed herself, Ava’s assistants had brought out and installed the two X60s, which were a terrifying sight by themselves.

Standing 60 centimeters tall on top of a square block that was 20 centimeters tall itself, the custom made dildos were wheeled in because of their weight. It cost the two assistants some effort to get them up on the small stage and when they were in place, it didn’t look like either of them would be easily moved anytime soon. Fleur was still on her elbows and knees and looked sideways at what was just put between her and Hannah.

The identical dark gray dildos were made entirely out of cast iron with a solid and rigid shaft that was about 12 centimeters wide at its base, which sat right on top of an iron block that served as a stand. The first four centimeters at the base of the shaft ran straight up and featured three rows of short, sharp spikes that stood up straight, parallel to the shaft of the dildo, like a built-in sadistic spiked cock ring. After those first four centimeters, the shaft narrowed slightly to a diameter of just under ten centimeters, with thick, bulbous looking artificial veins circling around it, making no part of the surface smooth and flat. At the top, just above a small narrowing of the shaft, sat a head that was shaped like a fist, its fingers clearly defined and its thumb crossing them horizontally. While it was more elongated than spherical, its diameter was exactly the same as the shaft.

Compared to the last dildo that had been a great challenge already, this seemed like an impossible task. The sheer length alone was enough to border this thing on impossible, not to mention the inflexible nature and surface of the material. How do you lubricate cast iron?

Both girls were about to find out. Even though it seemed like Hannah had home team advantage, not to mention previous experience with the X60’s, Fleur’s performance with the previous dildo had opened the door to an unexpected upset in the coming head-to-head competition.

Mistress Ava walked over next to Fleur and put back the collar and leash that she had led Fleur into the dome with. She yanked it up, momentarily taking Fleur’s air out of her lungs again, and pulled Fleur harshly until she was next to the X60 closest to her. Fleur had tried to walk on her knees, but failed, scraping her skin over the rough floor.

Hannah had been an obedient girl, something the professional masochist was irritatingly good at, and was complimented by her Mistress for her proposal when both girls were kneeling across from each other, facing the middle of the platform and their competition for the first time this afternoon.

“Very interesting indeed,” Ava continued. “Thank you Hannah for this excellent idea. Maybe this will settle this little competition a little more clearly. I think I know what you have in mind.”

Both Hannah and Fleur looked up at their mistress, standing tall in the middle of the platform.

“You will both get a minute to strategize how you’re going to perform the assignment, and the assignment is this. It’s very simple. The first one to sit down far enough on the X60 to make their ass bleed from the little spikes at the base, wins.”

Those were not very surprising terms for the next part of the competition, given the circumstances, but no-one, including Mistress Ava and Hannah, had ever seen anyone conquer an entire X60 before. Sure, anal acrobats on niche web sites worked their way up to even thicker and longer toys than these, but most if not all of those were of a more flexible kind and they sometimes took up to an hour of stretching before attempting the insanely large specimens.

“Winner will be given five minutes of no-limits play time with the loser, to be redeemed at any point during the next 8 hours,” Ava stated. “Loser will immediately clean winner’s asshole after the battle. Nod if you understand.”

Both girls looked at their competition and nodded slowly. Then their eyes wandered over to the massive dildo right next to them. Ava stepped over to Fleur and unhooked the leash from her collar, but left the tight-fitting choker around her neck, a clear disadvantage compared to Hannah, who was free of any clothing and toys.

“Your minute to prepare will start at my signal. You may do anything you want, except sit down on the X60,” she informed everyone. “After a minute, I will give the signal to start and what you do then is up to you. You will have four more minutes to complete the task. If neither completes it fully, we will measure who got the most down.”

The mistress paused for a second and looked back and forth between her two contestants.

“Go!” she yelled and both Fleur and Hannah turned towards their respective dildo.

Hannah started spitting on its head and rubbing the saliva all around it. Not to be outdone, Fleur started doing the same and a frantic race to lubricate the massive rods had started.

When you’re counting down, a minute is not very long and before the girls knew it, Ava yelled another “Go!” and as soon as she did, Hannah stood up and turned her ass to her X60. Fleur was not as fast and watched for a few seconds as the girl across from her tried to sit down on the dildo’s head while pulling her sphincter wide open using fingers from both hands.

Fleur realized at this point that no matter how much extra saliva she would spit on the dildo, the difference it would make was minimal. She also assumed the same position as Hannah and tried to sit down on the dildo.

Both of them managed to wriggle their sphincter around the fist of the dildo fairly quickly, but they also noticed that the narrow ridge right under the fist made it very tough to just bop up and down to let the fist slide in and out of their ass and take a few inches more inside with every move.

From the start, Hannah was way more aggressive in her movements than Fleur and she had quickly gained some ground before Fleur started groaning and shrieking and pushing her body down with the same ferocity as her opponent.

The spectators still watched in silence. The only one saying something was Ava, who encouraged both girls and no one at the same time by exclaiming words like “Yes!” and “Deeper!” seemingly at random.

When the two young women had both worked over half of the dildo into their colons, it became visibly harder to move up and down and complete the squats needed with enough momentum to go down even further. At this point, Hannah just sat on the dildo and pulled her legs up off the floor, rocking herself a little back and forth to see if she could slide herself a little further down. Fleur kept going with the squats, but found herself stuck most of the time, because she just wasn’t able to pull far enough up to go down again after.

This is when it became apparent that Hannah’s strategy might give her the edge. With just a few seconds to go, she appeared to be lower on the dildo than Fleur and with a strange twisting movement and a painful grunt, increased her lead by at least an inch or maybe two right before Ava called the end of the competition.

Both girls stopped their efforts, but groaned and moaned in pain from the ridiculous exercise they just put themselves through.

“It’s clear from here, but just to show it, I’ll measure the distance,” Mistress Ava stated.

She walked up to Fleur first and placed the end of the leash she still had, against Fleur’s stretched sphincter and ran the supple, thin leather down to where the spikes stuck out of the X60’s base. Then she grabbed the exact contact point with the spikes between thumb and index finger and walked over to Hannah.

Pressing her thumb and index finger against Hannah’s asshole, she draped the leash down the side of the X60, showing clearly that the end tip of the leash hung down lower, exactly by the length of the spikes, to the top edge of the square block, proving that Hannah had slid down the dildo considerably further than Fleur. It was clear to everyone, including Fleur, who was disappointed in herself, but knew she tried her hardest.

“Now get off of there,” Ava yelled. “You,” addressing Fleur,” On your back, so you can service Hannah!”

It proved quite a task for both girls to get themselves off the massive dildos again and both found that their sphincters and colon were bleeding a little from the not-so-smooth surface of the X60’s.

When Fleur was down on her back, Hannah was quick to squat over her face and let out a few farts, spraying droplets of blood in Fleur’s face, much to her own delight and to that of her mistress.

It was then that Fleur noticed additional details about Hannah that had not been apparent from the first look at the girl. With her face under Hannah’s ass, Fleur saw how her pussy was modified. Originally intending to become a true anal only slut, Hannah had her pussy lips and clit utterly destroyed during an extreme session a couple of years ago. She subsequently had a surgery in which they not only completely removed the damaged tissue, but also performed a radical hysterectomy and closed up her vaginal opening, leaving only the small hole of her urethra on the front side. Since then, several things had found their way into the only remaining orifice with Mistress Ava and especially Master Jakob finding ever larger objects to stretch and train it with.

“Come on! Clean up her ass. She deserves it, she won fair and square!” Ava commanded Fleur, who then stopped inspecting the surgical marvel that she had hanging over her. She just closed her eyes and stuck out her long tongue, which had no problem probing Hannah’s loose sphincter. Despite the strong taste of iron, she lapped aggressive and deep. She was going to show everyone how good she was at what she did best.