Fleur V: Blackout

Saturday, 5.26 PM

A little over an hour had passed since Mistress Ava had dragged Fleur out into the dome for her presentation to the RYW guests and everyone, except for a few production assistants, had spread out over the compound. Most went out for a walk or a smoke, or to catch up with friends and check out what was unfolding at the grounds.

But not Fleur. After her introduction and little competition with Hannah, she now found herself alone at the hands of Mistress Ava and Hannah in one of the ward’s many corridors with worn-out walls that were a shade of green that was best described as a mix between sea foam and aquamarine.

Along the lower side of the left wall ran a series of five long metal pipes, previously used for who-knows-what. At their end, where they curved back into the wall, stood the rusty metal frame of an old hospital bed, slightly angled, almost in the middle of the corridor. Mistress Ava pulled Fleur alongside it to the end of the hallway, where two large doors sealed the building from the outside world. Above it, a half circle of thick prison window bars blocked anything except the light and air from coming in or going out.

The old lime green walls had lost their color in curious patterns. It looked like former residents or wild animals had clawed the paint from the high walls, revealing the grey concrete underneath. Five, six feet from the floor the original paint was still visible, albeit damaged everywhere. The only other place where the paint was preserved was the giant double door at the end of the corridor. Above it ran a row of about twenty metal vertical bars, visible in a cutout that made the wall above the door appear like a half circle. The frame that used to be above the door had fallen down. It rested sideways, almost upside-down against the doors, its glass partly shattered and strewn about the floor. Regardless, the mistress led Fleur right up against the door, right through the field of broken glass.

This is where Fleur was strung up, her hands tied together and pulled up high with a thick rope that was thrown and pulled around one of the metal bars above the door. She had her ankles spread wide with a spreader bar and balanced herself on her toes, trying not to put her weight on her bleeding heels, which were hovering less than an inch above a wooden beam with a row of metal spikes sticking out on top.

She had tried her best, but it was futile. Ava and Hannah had been taking turns at giving her a severe full body whipping and inevitably her heels had been pressed into the sharp spikes under them. She didn’t even feel the pain from the small puncture wounds, but the little pin pricks produced quite a bit of blood, staining the wooden beam and the floor underneath. Both whip-wielding women were harsh and relentless, really keeping the RYW promise to kick their masochists over their limits and then step on them for good measure. Fleur’s skin was reddened all over and it was already broken in several places. And this was only a warmup. Hannah had been filling in for Mistress Effie, who was just arriving now with a troupe of guests in tow.

Effie was dressed in in a tight purple latex bodysuit that mostly resembled a swimsuit with holes in them on the sides. It showed off her slender figure and narrow waist. She wore thigh-high matching boots as well as elbow-length matching gloves. Her long hair was down. The whole get-up made her look like a sexy villain in a fantasy movie.

Her companions were a mixed bag, about a dozen in total at first, followed by another six after a minute or so. Men and women in various stages of undress and in all shapes and sizes. They were loud, but stopped their banter when Mistress Ava addressed two muscular shirtless guys in black leather pants.

“The early bird gets the worm,” she said, or something similar. Fleur could only make that part out while Hannah let the whip kiss her tits for the hundredth time. The two men came close, but just out of reach of Hannah’s whip. Before Fleur knew it, one of the men squeezed his way between her and the door behind her and one of his hands found his way around her waist while his other stroked his cock until it was hard enough for his liking. He slid his cock head two or three times between Fleur’s swollen pussy lips slightly into her dripping wet cunt and then penetrated her ass while Hannah let the whip crack down again.

After about two minutes, Hannah was told to stop her assault on Fleur’s torso and the two men switched positions. Mistress Ava walked up to Fleur and gestured to one of the women in the audience to come forward. She was a middle-aged black haired woman wearing leather pants and a biker jacket.

“Open your mouth for Paula, cunt,” she commanded and grabbed Fleur by the back of her head. The new woman laughed and said “Thank you, Ava, always a pleasure,” before working up all of the saliva and mucus that she could gather. Then she spit all of it into Fleur’s mouth.

The alcohol on her breath and saliva was apparent and Fleur did her best not to taste too much of what was just deposited in her mouth before she quickly swallowed it. As quickly as the woman appeared, she was gone again, taking her place to the left side of the corridor against the peeling wall.

“Anyone else?” Ava wanted to know, but no one answered. “Y’know, if any of you need to use the loo in a bit, they don’t work in this place anymore. Just give me a sign and I’ll have one of these two cunts service you,” she said, while pointing her fingers at both Fleur and Hannah. “Just so you all know.”

While Effie busied herself with getting some supplies ready at the other end of the corridor, Ava told Hannah to put down her whip and help her with something else. While the two guys kept taking turns fucking Fleur, Ava and Hannah started working on her simultaneously every time the guys switched places. From Ava on her right side and Hannah on her left, Fleur received a fairly thick needle pierced just under her skin at the bottom of her flanks, right above her pelvis. Both women pushed the metal pin under her skin and let the pointy end come back out after about an inch or two, capping the sharp end with a small piece of cork. There was barely any blood, but Fleur felt the sharp pain of the metal pin traveling under her skin and then breaking out again. She was determined to undergo her treatments silently, if possible, and so far she succeeded in this plan. While the guys grunted with every thrust, Fleur tensed her arms and hands against her bonds to make sure she didn’t make too many sudden moves.

Even though the cork caps on the needles were meant to protect everyone but Fleur from accidentally getting scratched by the metal pins, no one was in any real danger of being harmed by them. Both guys were very aware of the pins and placed their hands lower on Fleur’s ass to grab hold of her, and the women were careful and professional enough to not hurt themselves even if the needles had remained uncapped.

Over the next ten, fifteen minutes Ava and Hannah continued inserting pins under Fleur’s skin, slowly working their way up her flanks by skipping about an inch of skin before pushing another pin through. This went on until they had reached her armpits, by which time one of the guys had loudly finished his anal use of Fleur by shooting his load deep inside her while he growled in lust and excitement. As soon as he finished, the other also received a signal from Ava to indicate that this would be his last turn with Fleur.

And while he shoved his rock hard cock into Fleur’s asshole another time, Hannah was ordered to suck his friend’s cock until he was clean and she received the instruction to keep both guys hard for the next round.

Ava played around with the pins in Fleur’s sides, running her sharp nails over the pierced skin and pressing on the piercings. She was contemplating placing some alligator clamps right over the pins, trapping the thin layer of skin between the metal of the thick needles and the jaws of the clamps, but when Effie came to tell her that “the bed” was ready, she abandoned this idea, for now.

“The bed” was a prominent fixture about 20 feet away in the same corridor. Fleur, and everyone else there, had seen it when they came inside. It was an old, rusty metal frame of a single bed, with thick, sturdy beams and many crossbeams running from side to side, about two inches apart. About three quarters down from the top side was a block of wood, about twelve inches wide, four inches thick and equally as high.

After the second guy also finished his anal assault, Fleur was taken down from her position at the door and brought over to the bed, where she was placed on her back. Her ankles were strapped to the legs of the bed and the block of wood went under her lower back. When her knees were tied off to the sides of the bed, the position forced her hips further up and a little forward, stretching her torso and showing her ribs and her slender and toned abdomen off in a very attractive way. Of course this position left her pussy most prominently on display. Her wrists were cuffed to the side of the bed frame, giving Fleur just a little wiggle room with her upper body.

While Fleur was installed on the bed by Mistress Ava, Hannah was put in the exact same position Fleur had been in previously at the door. Ava stayed with Fleur, and Effie started giving Hannah a similar treatment to what Fleur had just endured. The tattooed slave girl even had her tits bound into bulging balls with a thin rope before her mistress started her assault with the whip. It was quite a sight with Hannah’s deep tissue rods through her bound tits and the nipple missing from her right breast.

With mistress Effie’s arrival, a new stage had started in the session with the two masochists. While not completely identical, both Fleur and Hannah received similar treatments in the two positions that were set up in this corridor. When she was satisfied that Fleur was in the position she wanted her in, Mistress Ava explained how the next part would play out.

“I hope you find this position comfortable,” the mistress started. “Because you will be in it for the better part of the next hour.” Ava ran her fingers over the needles in Fleur’s left flank while she walked from Fleur’s feet to her head.

“You will receive fifty strokes with my favorite whip on your cunt, and you will loudly count out every stroke and thank me for it,” she instructed Fleur. Her words were accompanied by loud wails from Hannah, who was considerably more vocal than Fleur during her whipping. Mistress Effie really didn’t hold anything back and it showed in Hannah’s reactions.

“So both you and I can really savor the moment, I will kiss your cunt with my whip every minute on the dot. Ava wielded a 45.5 inches long red and black leather braided whip with a handle of 8.5 inches and a tail that was 32 inches in length. It was an impressive tool that was as beautiful as it was harsh. She dragged it over Fleur’s torso from her pussy to her throat. It felt rough and heavy to the touch.

Fleur was still nauseous from the extreme anal invasion during the warmup and the glow of her full body whipping had her already halfway drifting off to subspace land. Mistress Ava started an analog countdown timer that reset itself to 59 seconds after it counted down to zero.

When the first blow of the braided whip landed right in the middle of her labia, Fleur screamed out in pain and instinctively tried to curl up into a ball as the sharp, stinging wave of pain traveled through her crotch. Mistress Ava was experienced with her whips and it was a given that each and every stroke of the whip would land exactly where she intended. And this one immediately hit extremely hard and extremely painful. There was no warm-up or slow build-up of intensity anymore. Of course Fleur’s position was set; straining against her bonds was of no use. No matter how much the ropes and chains dug into her skin, Fleur remained exposed in exactly the position she was in.

“Well?!” Ava yelled. “Count, bitch!”

“O-one, M-M-Mistress,” Fleur counted after she had composed herself a little. Her voice was shaky, not as confident as usual. The mistress had to remind her again to thank her for each stroke as well, something Ava did not take lightly. She made sure to keep the intensity at a very high level to keep this bratty masochist on her toes.

A handful of new spectators came into the corridor to join the ones already present and it seemed like they knew each other, as several people grouped or paired up and most of them moved a little closer to the action.

After the count of five, Fleur had tried to keep her cries and wails to a minimum, though Ava had already cut the skin of her pubes at the second or third impact and the treatment had become just as much a visual spectacle as it was a painful one. The audience was almost equally divided between Fleur and Hannah and they watched as Ava put on a showcase of brutal precision with her whip while Effie alternated between whipping Hannah’s full body with her flogger and fisting the masochist’s ass with her gloved hands.

Effie continued warming up Hannah’s tattooed skin, but the multitude of black and red designs on her skin made it harder to see the impact of the flogger than it did on Fleur, whose skin was just lightly tanned. One thing that was very obvious, was that pretty quickly “fisting” wasn’t the right word for what Effie was doing, since her whole forearm quickly disappeared fully into Hannah’s bottom and the mistress had no problem sliding it in and out with a punching motion that Hannah seemed to enjoy loudly. The two young women had been practicing this act together for a long time and every time they whipped it out in public, it was a delight for the spectators to watch.

While Hannah clearly enjoyed her harsh treatment, Fleur went into endurance mode. She tried to undergo every kiss of the whip as silently as possible, which was harder with every count. She took her sweet time between impacts to count the numbers and thank Mistress Ava for the “kiss on her cunt”. While Fleur’s composure was impressive, it did irk Ava a little that she wasn’t yet able to make this masochist moan, scream and wail like Hannah.

A little over halfway through this position, just after Fleur counted stroke 27, Dominika made a loud entrance into the corridor. The young German mistress looked very different from her English counterparts. She was wearing military style boots with gigantic platform heels, fishnet stockings and something resembling fishnet material loosely wrapped around her ridiculously enlarged tits, which didn’t even bounce that much due to their size. She wore a ton of makeup and had her hair in a pony tail under a leather hat that matched the color of her black latex gloves. In front of her crotch she wore a harness that held a considerable black dildo. It was thick, rigid, and about a foot long from its head down to the ring at its base of the harness that featured bright white plastic spikes that varied in length and thickness, but averaged about an inch in length and were placed all over the leather flap that covered Dominika’s pubes. The tall mistress looked angry and intimidating and it was as if she’d just walked in from the dressing room for the villains on a superhero movie set.

Ava had expected Dominika’s arrival. In fact, the German mistress was a little late. Behind her were two men, production assistants, who quickly spoke to Ava and apologized for being behind schedule in delivering her supplies. The English mistress didn’t think it was a big deal, but she was glad Dominika had arrived. The two spoke briefly and while Dominika took Ava’s place in front of the bed, Ava squatted down next to Fleur’s face and enlightened her toy about what was going to happen next.

“Your own mistress will take over from me now,” she started. “Maybe she will go easier on you,” she laughed, “but I have something else in store for you while she plays with your cunt.”

Fleur did notice that Dominika, never the aficionado of whips and similar instruments, went a little easier on her than Ava. While still painful, the impact of the braided whip wasn’t as extreme and it only helped a little to distract her from what Ava had started on her left side.

The mistress had grabbed hold of Fleur’s left nipple and pulled it away from her body while something gave a strong stinging sensation to the side of her breast, running from her areola down to her armpit. Fleur couldn’t see what Ava was doing and the noise in the room almost completely drowned out the soft rustling sound of the tattoo machine that the mistress had powered up.

Ava had recently started using a system called Krucio for her tattoo work. She had picked it up on a trip to Moscow last year, where it had been developed for large area blackout tattoos using different 112 Magnum needle configurations for both soft and stretched skin.

Moving the head of the machine up and down over the same area on the side of Fleur’s left breast, Ava slowly blacked out a strip of about two inches wide and four inches long, with crude, jagged edges while Dominika continued the pussy whipping on her girlfriend.

“I will be decorating your skin multiple times tonight,” she informed Fleur. “By the time you’re done here, you will be left with some permanent marks to remind you of today. Look at them as some kind of diploma,” she laughed.

The English mistress stopped her ink work on Fleur and grabbed a wooden paddle instead, which she smacked down hard, first on Fleur’s tits, then on her face, making her count out not just the strokes of the whip, but also the smacks to her face in a separate count.

Meanwhile, over at the door, Effie had decorated Hannah’s flanks with the same kind of pins that Fleur had received in her sides while several men took turns fucking the slave girl’s gaping ass.

Not long after Fleur had called out the 50th stroke on her cunt, holding back her cries and the accompanying tears, the mistresses switched the positions of Hannah and Fleur. While the brutal bar with pins was omitted underneath her feet, the position Fleur found herself in again was just as brutal as it was before, if not more at this point in the early evening.

It was now Effie who let the whip rain down on Fleur’s back, while Dominika – with the paddle-  and Ava -with the whip- tag teamed Hannah, who was on her hands and knees on the bed and received her strokes with the whip on her ass crack instead of her pubes. After she counted stroke ten out loud, Mistress Effie and Dominika switched places.

The German mistress forcefully thrusted her strap-on deep into Fleur’s ass while her fingers manipulated the needles that were pierced through the skin of Fleur’s sides. What followed was a slow and brutal anal rape broken up by interludes of tender deep kisses, where Dominika fully retracted her strap-on and tenderly wrapped her hands around Fleur’s neck to choke her slave girl while making out.

Meanwhile, Effie had started to probe Hannah’s experienced ass with two hands while Mistress Ava used her tattoo machine to black out part of Hannah’s lower back.

For the better part of another hour, the two competing masochists were whipped and raped repeatedly and harshly in the two positions in this corridor. Ava, Dominika and Effie took their time, spacing out the increasingly crude strokes of the whips, but still making both girls count out every last one of them.

When Fleur received her second blackwork tattoo from Ava between Effie’s relentlessly administered last forty strokes with a braided whip, an assistant interrupted the proceedings  with the announcement that dinner would be served in fifteen minutes.

This announcement was for the mistresses only, of course, and Ava stopped progress on the crude black tattoo of a wide, irregular cross-shaped ink pattern that ran roughly between the skin just under Fleur’s belly button to where her outer labia had been damaged with several cuts from Effie’s whip.

“Let’s eat. I’m starving,” Ava announced while she put down her tattoo machine. Before she got up to lead her dominant friends to where their banquet would be served, two of her production assistants rushed in to her.

They exchanged some quick words with the woman who orchestrated all of this, informing her that everything at the chapel was ready for the masochists.

“Come,” Ava addressed Effie and Dominika, “these sluts will be kept busy while we eat.”