Fleur V: Blackout

Saturday, 8:25 PM.

While the sadists enjoyed their twelve-course extravagant full meal, prepared by a seasoned chef for this special occasion, Hannah and Fleur were relieved from their respective positions, albeit just for a little bit.

Merely minutes after they were released from their respective bondage positions, the two girls found themselves blindfolded and on their knees in a different room not too far down the hall from where they just had their start of the marathon torture session.

Right now they were at the start of an endurance competition that would surely take its toll on them, but that would only begin to get interesting to watch after a while. The perfect way for the mistresses to fill the time with great food and drinks while getting to know each other and hatching ideas for the rest of the night.

Fleur and Hannah were kneeling not too far away from each other, their shoulders against a wide wooden post, their hands tied together high above their heads and behind the post, so that their chests got pushed up and out and their stomachs got sucked in.

Both girls still had all the needles in their sides and had received an electro plug inside their ass and another one in their urethras.

In front of them were two whipping machines, programmed and adjusted to deliver alternating strokes with a plastic cane from the left to the underside of the breast, a wooden cane from the right to the top of the breast and an electric shock to both the plugs in between, all spaced a minute apart.

They received a remote control in their hands, with which they could choose at any time to immediately give themselves five jolts of electricity in rapid succession, with simultaneous slaps of both canes immediately after. Choosing this masochistic punishment also had a sadistic side: it would increase the intensity of both the whipping machines and the electro plugs permanently for the other girl. The increase in intensity was a three-step plan to the maximum settings, which would then run out from whenever the girls chose to dish these out on each other until the moment their mistresses would decide to take them down and proceed to the next event of this special occasion.

Meanwhile, Ava opened the dinner proceedings. Served by several men and women dressed in tight leather outfits and wearing ridiculously high stiletto heels, the company was going to enjoy a twelve course full meal. Mistress Ava, Mistress Effie and Mistress Dominika were joined by two longtime RYW sadists, Mistress Fox and the only man at the table, Master Jakob.

Course one, the hors d'oeuvres had been served immediately after the troupe’s arrival in the makeshift mess hall. RYW’s headmistress had explained the plans for their intimate get-together and requested to hear from her companions about their favorite play scenes that they had seen or participated in recently.

She started out herself by recounting an experience at a private party that had shocked and impressed her much and would surely be entertaining to the others.

“So last month I visited my friend Catherine in Switzerland for a weekend. She took me to a private party in the region of Lake Maggiore at a very old castle. The atmosphere was phenomenal, but the party kind of bland, with a lot of pretty posers and not a lot of real interesting action. But that all changed when Catherine took me deeper into the bowels of the castle after midnight to see a special shocking surprise. There was clearly a party going on inside the party”, Ava started off.

The others enjoyed the bite sized snacks that were served while the hostess of this evening summarized her Swiss adventures.

“So when we go down into the cellars of this place, we pass several security checks as if we’re entering some kind of government building. We even had to submit to a search and all of our phones were confiscated. It was crazy, because there were easily three to four dozen people down there doing all kinds of sick shit.”

Ava’s face turned very serious and she changed tense to make everyone at the table feel like they were right there with her. “We look around for a bit, watch some pain sluts get their freak on, until Catherine gets pulled aside by her friend Jens, who is ready to lead us to the surprise we came for. Before we know it, we get led into this almost secret corridor behind a tapestry. This hallway is small and leads further down into the bowels of the castle with narrow stairwells. There is no electricity here. Just torches. We follow another small, dank corridor until we reach a cast iron door. On each side of the door there’s two female servants fully covered in white latex bodysuits holding burning torches. The hallway there smells like a mixture of live fire and like a bunch of wet dogs spent the day there. And the stench got even worse as we got closed to the door.”

Sounds of disapproval flew across the dinner table, but faded quickly as everyone was eager to hear the rest of the story.

“So behind this heavy door is a wide room. Mind you, no light in there until the four servants step in and take their positions around a large wooden frame in the middle of the room. So I walk in and my jaw drops. I can’t even fully describe what I saw, but I’ll try.”

Mistress Ava swallowed quickly before she painted her verbal picture.

“Hanging in the middle of the frame is a naked female torso, all tattooed, cut, bruised and bleeding, suspended in an X-shape by the short remains of amputated arms and legs, encased in thick leather covers that were meticulously stitched into the skin of the small bits of upper arms and legs that were still present. At the end of each very short limb was a large metal ring that was used to stretch the amputated limbs diagonally with chains connected to the wooden frame, to create the X-shape. Also pulled upright with a similar ring and chain system was the torso’s head, which was almost fully encased in matching black leather covers, leaving only the O-ringed toothless mouth visible.”

While Ava started describing what she saw in Switzerland, several table guests reacted. Master Jakob’s mouth fell open while Dominika watched with a chuckle and a curious smile on her face. Mistress Effie had heard the story before, she just smiled and listened as her friend and colleague continued. Mistress Fox smiled too, but that was just out of respect.

“It was extremely bizarre,” Mistress Ava continued, now in the past tense again. “At first I thought that it was just a body hanging there, which gave me the creeps, but it was quickly apparent that the suspended torso was very much alive, if you could call it that. It was barely breathing.”

She took a sip of her water before describing the details.

“Catherine’s friend ran one of his hands over the heavily scarred, tattooed and pierced skin of the torso, which made the body stir a bit, and explained to us in heavily accented English that this was Rhea, a young woman from Austria, 24 years of age, who had transitioned into his personal torture toy ‘Maso Torso’, which was spelled out prominently on her massive tits and abdomen with ornamental gothic letter tattoos. Jens explained how Rhea had taken her final steps to becoming Maso Torso over the course of the last five years, after fantasizing and writing three dozen journals with reasons, plans and wishes why her ultimate purpose in life was to become someone’s completely dependent sexual torture meat and how her brutal treatments should be carried out.”

This last bit caused some eyebrows to be lifted at the table. Topping from the bottom was not everyone’s cup of tea, but everyone let Mistress Ava continue her story. This proved to be an interesting story. Apparently the young woman had experienced the overwhelming desire to have her limbs amputated and visual and auditory senses taken away for almost a decade when she finally acted upon it with Jens and a female friend.

It had been extremely difficult to find medical specialists who agreed to remove perfectly healthy arms and legs from a young woman, but once again there was proof that money can buy anything and everything, if you have the patience and perseverance. After several trips of thousands of miles southeast of her home, her dream had started to become a reality with the removal of her arms and legs eighteen months ago. Rhea’s eyes had followed shortly after that. Once you have the connections for certain services, related business seems easier to acquire, it seemed.

The young woman’s teeth were removed even more recently, and much closer to home than all the previous surgeries. It had made the journey almost complete. Almost, because her last wish was to become completely deaf as well, so that smell, taste, touch, and pain would be the only sensations left to feel. But no matter how hard they looked and no matter how much money they offered, Jens and Rhea had not been able to find anyone willing or able to surgically damage structures in her inner ear to induce deafness. Their best option so far was a filling her ear canal with an expansive glue-like paste to block the few sound waves that made their way through her massively thick leather hood.

“This chick had the most brutal leather hood around her head.” Mistress Ava described it. “Just like the covers around her cut off limbs, the O-shaped leather hole around her mouth was stitched onto her skin with strings that were sewn permanently through her lips.”

Everyone except Ava had finished their snacks and they listened with intent as their hostess outlined what she saw in the smelly, dank room in the basement of the Swiss castle.

“So her whole torso was covered in stuff. Ink, cuts, stitches, dried and wet blood, pins and screws in various sizes that were driven through or into her tits and other pieces of skin. Her bloody cunt and ass both loose and stretched as if they were fucked daily with a spiked baseball bat, or worse. Piss and shit dropping from her incontinent holes onto the floor, seemingly for a while, as it had pooled with her blood and caked to the stone floor.”

It was apparent that the whole spectacle had made a profound impression on Ava and she was hoping to deliver the same effect on the others at the table, but she was met with mere looks of encouragement and approval.

No questions were asked, but everyone listened closely when the Mistress painted a vivid picture of the little demonstration that Jens had given to her and Catherine, by stuffing all of Maso Torso’s gaping holes with ridiculously large dildos and showering her with small pots of almost boiling hot oil and wax that he handled with special gloves and tools, before whipping most of the wax off her burnt skin again with various paddles, canes and whips.

“We were then invited to stuff the Maso Torso’s holes with our own arms and after we managed to go all the way in, up to our elbows, Jens wanted us to carve our initials into the Torso’s skin with a box cutter, which, I have to say, was a very nice gesture of the gentleman. We were not the first to do this today, as we were instructed to cut right next to three other freshly created letter cuts.

Then I excused myself because the stench was making me nauseous and I wanted to wash my arms and hands. While I was two floors up, watching some slightly milder play by very attractive individuals, Catherine and Jens spent another hour playing with the Maso Torso. She told me later that he had encouraged her to cut off a nipple, and I have no reason to doubt she really did.”

Ava concluded her story when it was time for the second course, the amuse-bouche. The guests were treated to sweet potato chips with goat cheese and caviar, after which Mistress Effie shared one of her recent adventures.

“So, just last month,” she started her contribution, “I ran into this girl again who I knew from way before, when I was MS4 and she was just getting ready for her UCAT and BMAT. Her name is Aleksa, her family’s from Russia. A stunning raven haired elf-like beauty with the biggest blue eyes.”

Effie took a sip of her water.

“You all know how you sometimes just look a stranger in the eye and you instantly know they will be submissive to you for the rest of their miserable existence?”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

“Well, with this girl I had one of those moments. Back when I first met her, she was fast-tracking through sixth form on her way to medical school and I was tutoring high school students to make some extra money. I hadn’t seen the light yet”, she chuckled.

“So I end up tutoring her at her parents mansion. A posh place in Knightsbridge, so big you’d lose a bus full of tourists in there. Like I said, the first time we meet, her eyes just invite me to do with her as I pleased. The sexual tension was palpable. We kiss and I feel her up, but that’s it, we don’t have time for anything else. So the next week I come back, I’m in my full latex and leather attire under my winter coat and I bring a little bag with medical tools in addition to my tutoring stuff. She watched me take my coat off in her room after she let me in and I kid you not, she stripped naked right there on the spot and begged me to punish her for being a bad, horny girl. With her milky white skin, small tits and pretty face, she was just stunning. Her big blue eyes just submitted to me again unconditionally. Not much tutoring gets done, of course, unless you’d call this a practical exam, but it’s clear this is not the first rodeo for either of us. Before our two hours together are up, I have her bruised, blindfolded and hogtied in a bathtub, clamps on her tits and one of my hands stuffing her pee hole with sounds while my other tries to see how far my fist can go up her whipped ass.”

“Whooo”, Mistress Ava exclaimed, trying to liven up the reactions at the table. “kinky student!”

“Yeah”, Effie countered, “We went on like that for a few weeks until I suddenly found out she was barely seventeen, while I was under the impression she was an adult already, being just a few months away from finishing secondary education. Confused and scared, I broke off all contact at that point.”

“And now she came back?!” Dominika half asked, half stated with her thick German accent.

“There she was, last month, at the grocery store, of all places,” Effie chuckled. “I was at the vegetable isle, picking up some zucchini, I think, and I look up to check the produce’s price and look straight into those deep-blue melancholy eyes again. Even though her hair now matched her irises, I recognized her instantly.”

I took her home with me right there and then. I won’t spoil too much of what I did with her yet, as I tested out some stuff I hope to perform on our extreme pain slut tonight. Let’s just say that over the past few weeks I explored the deepest depths of all of Aleksa’s experienced orifices with medical instruments that gave her some of the most intense painful stimulations that you can imagine, and she will be back soon for more!

Mistress Ava and Dominika were a little disappointed. Effie’s story left so much to the imagination. But they understood that their companion could not spill all the details of her plans for her session with Fleur tonight.

The third course was served with melon and basil gazpacho, and not long after, the appetizers came with a choice of charred broccoli with shishito peppers and pickled onions or mushrooms stuffed with Pecorino Romano, garlic and bread crumbs. It was Jakob’s turn to entertain the others.

“So, a few months ago in Rotterdam”, he started, “I was at such an onion party which Ava just described in her adventure with the maso torso. A large party with many people and hidden smaller rooms or sections where like-minded individuals invite each other in smaller settings to dabble in more acquired tastes. I went alone, but ran into a business associate of mine, Mistress Lisa from Extreme Toyland. She came to me with a proposal to perform several special requests that she had received through her Extreme Dolls website recently. She was flanked by two naked girls that she kept on short leashes. If you know Lisa, you know she likes her girls slim and slender and these two were no exception as far as their waists and limbs went, but their chests were considerably larger than what you’d usually see around her. Also as usual, both the blonde and the redhead were stunningly beautiful in the face. I still find it extraordinary how Lisa manages to find these girls.”

Jakob took a sip of his drink and quickly continued his story. “So after we discussed her offer for the video production, which I accepted by the way, she invited me up to the top floor of the mansion we were in. Here too some extra security. No phones or cameras allowed in. There was some trouble from the redhead slave girl, who received a harsh slap to her face from Lisa. When we entered, a little show was about to start. I think there were about a dozen people there, standing in a half circle around an old-fashioned full-sized claw-foot ornamental bathtub with gold feet. The room was not too large, but had very high, wood-paneled walls and a black-and-white tiled marble floor. The whole space was candle-lit and everything and everyone cast big shadows. In front of the tub, between it and the spectators, was a wooden table with a red cloth covering whatever was on top of it and to the back of the room were two simple wooden dress screens. As we found a place to watch to the left side of the room, two men dressed completely in black with their whole body including their faces covered, escorted a naked young woman from behind one of the screens in the back. She looked fit and toned as she stepped forward. If I had to guess, she was in her early to mid twenties and she was in very good athletic shape, but had many prominent cuts and scars all over her torso and limbs. She seemed tense in her body language, but let the men do their job with her without protesting or resisting. Within moments, she was fitted with a rubber hose between her lips that was held in place by some kind of strap around her head. Then she received a tight hair net which was used to pull in her long blonde hair before they wrapped her whole head tightly in cling film or plastic wrap or whatever you call it.”

The women at the table listened closely to Jakob’s detailed recollection of this event.

“Then”, he continued, “they helped her into the bath tub where she laid down on her back and stretched her legs up, so they could fit her ankles in wide leather cuffs on a spreader bar that they lowered from the ceiling. Soon she was suspended upside down with her back to the left side of the room and her front to the right side of the room and her wrapped head right above the edge of the tub and her wrists were also cuffed behind her back.

Suddenly music started playing. Loud, gothic metal. Another woman, about ten years the senior of the hanging girl, emerged from behind the second dress screen. The redhead was tall and imposing with her ridiculously high heeled white latex thigh-high boots and white fur coat. The coat was dropped to the floor quickly and revealed that she wore only the white boots, matching elbow gloves that kept her fingers and ridiculously long nails free and a small semi-corset that accentuated her small waist under her large breasts. Her skin was almost as light as her attire, and almost every exposed inch was covered in black tattoos, from her forehead to her upper thighs. She wore heavy, dark make-up on her face and had several small rings pierced through her nose and lips.”

“Lady Vivian?”, Effie interrupted, half stating the name, half asking, with a hint of excitement in her voice.

“You got it!”, Jakob replied, visibly surprised that Effie knew her name, “that’s her. So you already know where this is going?”

“Maybe”, Effie replied. “But please continue, I won’t spoil anything.” The other table guests were keen to hear the rest of the story.

“So this was Lady Vivian, the Vampire Mistress of Vienna, bringing a special performance to Rotterdam. As the music continued to blast through the attic, she made her way over to the bath tub while one of the men picked up her white coat and put it away. The mistress seemed very focused, almost as if she was unaware of the people watching her, as she stretched her right hand out to the naked girl hanging upside down in front of her. With a quick movement of her index finger, she traced a line with her nail between the girl’s pussy and belly button, creating a cut deep enough to produce blood. It took a moment for us in the audience to notice what exactly was going on, but after a few more touches to the girl’s thighs and pubes by Lady Vivian’s hands, it was clear that her nails were either razor blades or as sharp as scalpels, because streams of blood started running down the girl’s thighs and abdomen. The mistress watched closely like a predator watching its prey before she stuck out her long, split and tattooed tongue and lapped up several of the streams of blood from the girl’s abdomen. She murmured something in German about obedience and quietness, which the suspended slave girl exhibited indeed. You could see from her abdomen and ribcage and hear from her breathing tube that she was breathing heavy, but there was not one muffled scream or cry so far. The girl’s breathing calmed down somewhat as the mistress picked up the red cloth and uncovered several sharp implements of torture ranging from metal pins to meat hooks, knives, whips and drills.”

All eyes were on Master Jakob as he recounted his experience of Lady Vivian’s little show.

“So she doesn’t play around”, he continued. “Which I like, I don’t play around either, I like to get to the point quickly. So she grabbed this little cane-like-thing that looked like a stretch of barbed wire. About three feet long, thin, with a handle. She started smacking it down on the hanging girl’s tits and ripped them open pretty good very quickly. This was where the girl started making noise and understandably so. Her chest was a bloody mess within a minute, but that was just the start for Lady Vivian. The mistress quickly switched to a six inch double bladed knife and started making shallow cuts down the sides of the girl’s abdomen, so that more streams of blood started pooling and running down and the first droplets fell down into the white bath tub. Lady Vivian admired her own work, but also made sure to keep the pace going. A few more nail scratches here and there, two sets of pins stuck deep into the girl’s tits, and then the most brutal of all so far, the drills. She had several of them, including two electric power drills operated by battery packs, but she left those alone at the start. She picked up half a dozen small manual drills, which were basically like long screws with a turning handle on them. One by one, she pressed them hard against the skin of the girl’s thighs and turned their handles until they dug deep into the skin. When the sixth drill was in place, she grabbed the first one, which was embedded well over an inch into the girl’s flesh, and ripped it out in one swift and strong movement, creating a small round wound that bled instantly. Lady Vivian lapped up the stream of blood and repeated the procedure on the second drill while moaning loudly. She looked like a wild, rabid animal with her mouth and chin covered in the girl’s blood and lapping ferociously at the fresh wounds she was creating. She didn’t remove the other drills until she had embedded the first two deeply into the girl’s areolas, one on each side. The mistress had to squeeze the girl’s unbound breasts with quite some force to be able to drill the pins in and her nails repeatedly broke through the hanging girl’s skin while the mistress toyed with her suspended body.”

Jakob paused to take a bite of his food and a sip of his drink to swallow it down. Everyone was eating and enjoying their delicacies. It was apparent that no one here was deterred by the descriptions of brutal torture as Jakob continued.

“So she pushed in more pins and ripped out the drills and put them back somewhere else, until she went into the tub herself. She sat down in there, her face near the suspended girl’s tortured tits, as more and more blood started dripping down from above, slowly raining down onto her skin and white latex get-up. She pulled out the pins and drills one after the other and dropped them on the floor next to the tub as more and more blood started falling down on her. It was easy to swing the suspended girl a little back and forth and Lady Vivian lapped away at the girl’s bleeding tits while one of her hands squeezed the girl’s breathing tube shut. Then with a wide grin to the audience she revealed her pointy, filed teeth right before she sank them deep into the flesh of the girl’s left areola. This was insane. This woman actually had all her teeth filed down into sharp fangs and used them as a torture instrument to draw even more blood. She made sure we could see her teeth clearly as she gnawed at the suspended girl’s breasts, alternating between left and right and loudly enjoying the bloody shower she created like a happy pig in mud, rubbing the warm, sticky blood all over her face and breasts until she had enough of her first victim.”

“First victim?” Dominika asked with a surprised tone.

“Yes”, Jakob answered. “When she was done with her own girl, the show was not done. The sobbing girl was lowered from her suspension and taken away, while Lady Vivian kept playing around with the blood that covered her. It was then that Mistress Lisa offered one of her girls, the redhead, to continue the show. Apparently the girl had not been as obedient as Mistress Lisa had wanted and she needed to feel the consequences of her actions. She was quickly suspended above the bath tub as well, but this time from her hands above her head with her legs also being spread by a bar and ankle cuffs. I remember Lady Vivian asking Mistress Lisa three times if she was sure, but the relentless domme from Amsterdam insisted that the performing mistress could do whatever she wanted with her girl.”

“So what did she do?” Mistress Ava wanted to know.

“Well, this may even have been more brutal than the first, or maybe it just seemed that way, because this redhead was a lot louder and more feisty than the first girl. She was also clawed all over her torso and thighs by Lady Vivian, who dug her nails deep into the redhead’s skin, which evoked loud screams and shrieks from her. Then the mistress used her double-sided blade again, but because the girl was moving around so much, she received many more and deeper cuts than the first. There was no need to use any drill or pins on her body, the nails and knife already produced enough blood. Then, to top it all off, the blood-soaked mistress was encouraged by Lisa to eat, almost literally, the redhead’s pussy while Lisa herself held her slave girl in place as Lady Vivian gnawed down on the girl’s cunt until it was also a bleeding mess and the Vampire Mistress was showered in blood once again.”

“Wow, that sounds like Lady Vivian indeed”, Effie remarked when Jakob dug into his food again and she assumed he was done with the story. I’m quite jealous of the experience, I have never seen her perform live.”

“It was quite something,” Jakob replied with his mouth still full. Everyone seemed to nod in agreement while they finished up their plates.

Course five was a simple but delicious garden salad with a spicy vinaigrette, which Master Jonathan regretted gulping down as he quickly tried to finish it before the fish course was served. He did not have to hurry at all, but did it anyway. When it was time for the next course, it was Mistress Fox’s turn to tell a story. But the Japanese sadist did not participate in the pleasantries. She was present, and seemingly enjoyed the food and stories, but hardly responded while tasting the meal courses. She seemed to particularly enjoy the grilled salmon of the sixth course and seemed to pay more attention to the fish than to Dominika when the young German mistress shared her recollection of a video of Fleur she had recently viewed.

“It was late one night last month when I went to bed with three of my new ‘piglets’,” she started. “They are these delicious creatures. Tall, skinny and nymph-like blondes. They were completely naked and had their long hair put up in buns on their heads, the way I like it. It was their third night servicing me and they all knew what was expected in this routine.”

Dominika looked around the table while she took a sip of her drink before continuing.

“The freckled green-eyed girl with the smallest face of the three knew it was her turn to service me with her tongue, so she quickly made her way to the edge of the bed where she started lapping away at my asshole as soon as it was available. Then there was the grey-eyed beauty with a small ring pierced through her left nostril. She had been servicing my sphincter with her tongue the day before, so she scooted over one place clockwise to offer her own ass and pussy to my fist. The third girl, with bright blue eyes and a similar angelic face, had already delivered both the oral and anal servitude and that night it was her turn to endure the third treatment, which meant that I, like you have just heard Lady Vivian do, would be sinking my teeth deep into the flesh of her nipples and small breasts.”

“Show us your teeth”, Mistress Ava said. “Are they filed like Lady Vivians?”

Dominika laughed and grinned with bare teeth, which looked picture perfect with no signs of filing whatsoever. She continued her recollection of that night.

“I relished the girls’ bodies and enjoyed their submissive sensations, but focused my attention on my pain slut Fleur. I don’t know what it was, but right there and then I felt a little confused. On the one hand I loved messing with this ultra-masochistic pain slut with her sick and twisted mind and very well-developed body, on the other hand I craved my inexperienced piglets every night.”

With Fleur there was this ever escalating interesting edge play, Dominika thought to herself as she tried to structure the story she was telling in her mind. The young mistress knew it had been this particular night when she started to wonder how long this feeling of euphoria would last. Fleur, with her big tits and experienced and trained holes, had become quite easy and willing, and more often than not, her mind wandered back to the naïve, small-breasted, tomboyish nymphs she had enjoyed already long before she met Fleur.

It was no surprise, then, that the Mistress gravitated towards older files this night when she browsed Fleur’s massive hard drive archive of photo and video footage of her well-documented S&M adventures.

“But while I played with my piglets” Dominika continued her tale, I watched an old video of Fleur on my big tv system in my bed. I have this media system that can play videos or live feeds on several large screens that are mounted all around, so I can watch something no matter what position I’m in. I have this massive hard drive with old videos of Fleur that she collected over the years and had dragged and dropped about a dozen folders to a “WATCH later” pile. For this night I had picked one of the older ones. I want to tell you this one as it shows that this pain slut you have here for your enjoyment tonight started out young in heavy S&M, with harsher treatments than you usually see your newbies in.”

Dominika paused for a moment before she started explaining what she saw on her bedroom screens.

“So this video started with a black-haired Fleur being pulled into view by a chain connected to a black leather collar around her neck. She was pulled close by a skinny man wearing simple black pants and a short-sleeved shirt. The room they were in appeared small and wasn’t very well lit. When Fleur sat up on her knees and tilted her head back a little, the man ran his fingers through her long hair and stroked it behind her ears before slapping her face two times and removing the chain from her collar.”

She paused to take a sip from her drink.

“The man wasted no time and unhooked the top of Fleur’s simple black dress behind her neck while she kept staring up at the ceiling. The wide shoulder straps of her dress fell down her sides. But her perky, pointy breasts, considerably smaller than now, but very deliciously shaped already then, stopped the front of her dress from falling down her chest. The man in black stepped around her again and pulled her hair behind her back, so that the camera could fully register the unwrapping of his magnificent girl. In one fluid motion, he ran his index finger of his right hand from her shoulder down her throat, slightly hooking the front of the dress and revealing Fleur’s breasts. First her left nipple popped out, then he moved his finger to the other side behind the edge of her dress until also her right nipple was freed of the dress. The black fabric now hung limp across her waist, only held up partially by the shoulder straps that now hugged her elbows.”

Dominika was reliving the experience. She saw the video again in her mind’s eye like she had watched it that night.

“I remember the camera zoomed in several times on her pointy tits”, she continued, “his hands appearing massive in comparison. He almost immediately started squeezing Fleur’s nipples and tits and twisted and pulled them without any mercy. She stripped completely naked. Then suddenly he pulled her down to her knees by her hair and made her push her ass up while her elbows hit the floor. He bruised her ass with a belt until it was purple and she was visibly in tears, but she hardly made any sound. Then he showed that her ass had been plugged the whole time, but he did not take it out. Instead he showed how small and tight her cunt was.”

Dominika looked at the others at the table, who were waiting for the young German mistress to continue.

“A few moments later in the video, she was on her back on a wooden cross and got her tits whipped, again with the same belt that was used on her ass. He really didn’t hold anything back and had her crying loud in no time, but she didn’t make any move to defend or protect herself, even though her hands were free. She switched places a couple of times with a blonde who received almost the same punishments as her, but wasn’t abused as severely. Then when she had been whipped and beaten for a while, the man in black gave Fleur a choice. She had her torso pressed against the edge of a small table, with her bound breasts resting on the top, with her rib cage against the edge and the whip that had been used on her tits now clenched between her teeth. She had to make a choice between two kinds of army boots that the man in black showed to her. They both were heavy, black leather boots with thick soles, but one of them had several rows of nails hammered through the bottom, with their sharp ends sticking out about half an inch.”

Everyone at the table had an idea where this was going, but it was still nice to hear Dominika describe it the way she remembered it going down.

“So she gazes at the camera in the way only she can, and nods her head to the spiked boot. The next cut in the film has the man already wearing the boot that she picked and with his other foot on a smaller stool next to the table, he placed the spiked boot over Fleur’s bound tits, making sure to cover both of them and he then pushed his foot down with force. This part was magnificent. It showed her tits getting relentlessly crushed under his boot while the man shifts his entire weight to the leg with the spiked boot. Her arms wave aimlessly through the air, but she doesn’t actually do anything with them as she cried out in agony.”

Mistress Dominika had everyone hanging on her lips at this point.

“So he ground his foot down and around a few times, but he did not lift it up. It was clear that he pushed the spikes all the way into her purple tits. Fleur wailed and for some reason grabbed her waist with both her hands, but she had no way to move. After putting his weight down on the one leg a couple more times, he forcefully pulled his foot up, dragging her mangled tits up, until all the spikes pulled free from her flesh.”

Dominika told her story with fire in her eyes. She had paused and skipped back through this segment of the video so many times that she knew every little move Fleur made, every stream of blood that rolled down her skin or dripped on the floor. It all ran through her mind again, but she finished the story.

“Her tits were a bloody mess and she sobbed in pain as she fell back on her ass next to the table. Almost immediately, the man commanded her to put her tits back where they had been and it didn’t take her too long to kind of compose herself and put her bleeding breasts back on top of the table, where his leg and spiked boot hovered, ready to go another round. But he didn’t immediately step down again. Of course he did so eventually, but before that he made her lick his boot and the bloody spikes. If only you could see the hunger and masochistic drive in her eyes. She licked those boots clean and then actually verbally begged him for more. Such a hot fucking pain cunt. Already back then.”

Mistress Ava nodded in approval. This story fit in very well with her experience with Fleur so far today.

Course seven was the first main course. The sadists enjoyed an excellent roasted duck with orange-ginger glaze before cleansing their palate with a lemon sorbet.

The second main course, the ninth offering of the night, was a savory grilled flatiron steak with rosemary potatoes.

After the second main course, the troupe held a little break to get a smoke or use the bathroom or just let all the food sink down before enjoying a selection of cheeses.

Everyone was full beyond belief when the servants brought in the dessert: a rich lemon crème brulee with dry white wine.

Just before 10.30 PM, the dinner guests finished their last round of the meal, the mignardise: everyone was served an exclusive hand-crafted chocolate or vanilla macaron featuring the RYW logo on it. It was a fitting end of an extravagant dinner before the table guests made their way to the dark and damp room where Fleur and Hannah were trussed up limp against their respective posts, still receiving electrical shocks and hits of the cane with surgical precision.

Both girls were groggy, almost passed out from the excruciating ordeal, with their whipped and bleeding bodies already pushed far towards their limits at this quite early point in the night. Ava concerned herself with Fleur while Effie tended to Hannah. It proved quite an effort to remove all ropes, wires and pins from the girls in their current state, but after a few minutes they were on their backs, side by side, completely naked and devoid of all the implements and toys that had been used on them. The cuts, welts and marks from the whippings to their bodies were obvious, as were the new black tattoos that were made on both girls in crude patterns, leaving Fleur with a large blotch on the side of her left breast and the right side of her pubic area, right from under her belly button to her labia.

When they were lucid enough again to stand up and be taken to their next appointments, Fleur was fitted with her torture collar again by Ava and received a tight rubber mask that covered her whole head except for her mouth, before she was pulled out of the room and dragged down the hall. Hannah met a similar fate, but was pulled by Effie in the opposite direction. Both girls were going to enjoy the same treatments over the next few hours, but not in the same order.