Fleur V: Blackout

Saturday, 10.42 PM

Fleur wobbled on her feet in the chamber where Mistress Fox had been awaiting her arrival. Ava pushed her next to an exam chair in the middle of the room, under what seemed to be antique operating table lights. The lights weren't actually on, instead the light in the room was produced by mounted construction lights that were powered by generators. Their bright light cast heavy shadows on the walls behind the spectators, about a dozen at this point, accentuating the deteriorated state of this part of the building, where moss and mold grew on the cracked walls and most of the paint had peeled ages ago.

The actual as well as metaphorical center of the room was Mistress Fox's torture throne, which was a very functional exam chair resembling ones that you find in antique gynecology rooms, complete with straps to immobilize a person's head, torso and several spots along the lengths of their arms and legs.

Mistress Fox was called The Fox with the Nine Tails, because she had popularized her use of the well-known whip with the similar name in her sadistic routines in her hometown of Osaka, Japan. After using the tools as a prop for over two decades now, it had become more of a shtick, especially since Fox had developed all sorts of other methods of torture over the years. She did, however, carry nine different types of the cat 'o nine tails whips with her in her arsenal, all different colors and all of slightly different make and size, but she only whipped them out on rare occasions these days.

The Japanese dominatrix was in her late forties. She had a stick-thin build to her whole body from her gaunt face, which was framed by long dark brown, almost black hair that ran shoulder length in the back and on the sides, but was cut in shorter bangs that stopped just above her very pronounced eyebrows in the front of her face. Her piercing brown eyes were framed with thick application of black eyeliner and her lips matched her hair color.

The mistress wore a leather snakeskin top that was skin tight around her torso. The supple leather was closed in the back with strings and it revealed the form of her rib cage and non-existent breasts. The top ran down until just above her small belly button, leaving a two-inch strip of heavily tattooed skin visible between the top and her long, flowing black dress that seemed to be made of lycra or a similar fabric. It flowed down, dragging over the dirty floor, so that no one could see the simple sandals she wore underneath. This was not a mistress who liked to put attention to herself, her looks, or who indulged in sexual play, ever. She was simply focused and concentrated on her favorite activity: inflict pain and savor each and every moment of it.

With the rubber hood still tightly wrapped around Fleur's head, she could not see where she was. She did notice the unmistakable smell of weed and smoke and heard the overlapping conversations, varying from murmurs to exclamations and laughter, of the people in attendance in the room. Mistress Ava removed the leash from her collar and instructed Fleur to stand where she was, until she was told otherwise.

The two mistresses quickly exchanged some words, which was basically Ava asking Fox if she was ready to start, and after a quick confirmation, Ava and Fox walked up to Fleur's right and left side respectively and grabbed her arms. The dominatrices were quite gentle as they pulled, pushed and guided Fleur a little back, until her ass hit the seat of the examination chair. Before long, Fleur was sitting down on the chair with her arms spread to the sides on the arm guides, locked down with leather straps just above her elbows and wrists, her legs slightly pulled up, spread apart and immobilized at her knees and ankles.

When Fleur was sitting down, Mistress Ava let Mistress Fox take over and after removing Fleur's rubber hood at the request of Fox, who wanted to see every minute detail of Fleur’s responses to her treatment, she moved herself out of the way, to the back of the room, where she could follow the proceedings from the shadows.

Fox secured Fleur's neck to the chair as well with a belt that was a little wider than the ones used to strap down her limbs. Even though she didn't close the belt extremely tight, it crushed the pins of the already uncomfortable collar a little deeper into Fleur's neck and throat. Then another wide belt secured the small of Fleur's waist against the chair. The mistress tightened this one considerably more than the other straps, commanding Fleur to exhale and suck in her abdomen before closing it as tight as she could under Fleur's rib cage.

Even though the strap was simple and didn't feature any pins or other uncomfortable additions, the mistress tightened it so much that it put Fleur in an immediate state of attention: this was no longer preparation; this pain session had already started.

The Mistress quickly put Fleur’s left hand into place under what seemed to be, and quickly felt like, a wrist crusher, which was immediately tightened to such uncomfortable pressure that it overtook the other pains and sores that Fleur felt. That is, until both her wrists were crushed to the arm guides and one by one, the Fox secured all of Fleur’s fingertips into very uncomfortable finger locks. Fleur had never felt anything like it before and was surprised at how painful the individual metal straps were that the mistress used.

Fox took her time to tighten the hose clamps with a screwdriver. She meant business. These metal rings weren’t coming off any time soon and by the time she was done clamping down all of Fleur’s fingers, their tips had already turned different shades of purple.

When the mistress had Fleur all locked down the way she wanted to, she unceremoniously started opening a strip of pink-capped hypodermic needles. When she had unwrapped the first one and took it out of its protective plastic sheath, she showed the pin to Fleur and placed its tip at the top of Fleur's right thigh. Ever so agonizingly slowly, the mistress dragged the tip loosely over the skin of Fleur's thigh, not even putting any pressure on and not breaking any skin, until she finally reached the middle of Fleur's upper thigh. She knelt down next to Fleur's leg and she turned the needle with the sharp point down and watched in delight as she pushed the pin down into Fleur's leg, first indenting the skin, then quickly breaking through and piercing the small steel rod slowly deeper.

Fleur grunted a little as she felt the stinging pain in her leg and she started breathing heavier when the mistress played around with the needle before slowly pushing it deeper into Fleur until just about a centimeter of the pin was visible between the pink cap and her skin.

Fox savored every moment of every session and she took her sweet time extracting the next needle from its packaging, slowly repeating the same procedure again, but now about an inch to the left of the first pin.

The third needle went in even slower, with the mistress placing it a little higher up Fleur's thigh and just breaking the tip through the skin. Then she placed the thumb of her right hand horizontally over the needle's cap and pushed it down in super-slow-motion, causing Fleur the first overwhelming pain that brought her to tears while the mistress stretched the insertion of the pin to almost two minutes, keeping a steady but very limited pressure on the cap to slowly coax it down while she studied Fleur’s face and body language.

The fourth pin went in a little quicker and it was placed around the same height up on Fleur's thigh, but a little more to the inside of her leg. A fifth and also a sixth followed before the mistress repeated the same procedure on Fleur's other leg.

While the slow, methodical torture of Fleur wasn’t as visually impressive as some of the other activities she had endured so far, it was obvious from watching the mistress work that her treatment of Fleur was one that was really outside of the girl’s comfort zone. Fleur really had to get her mindset right. There was nothing sexual here. This was pure pain for pain’s sake and it was about to get more intense.

When the first dozen needles were in, Mistress Fox switched to a different method of administering her special brand of agony. It was time to apply a substance that would increase its effect over time and was likely to bring Fleur the most discomfort several hours or even days from now.

The Japanese sadist put on some simple but thick rubber cleaning gloves before she produced a small bottle from her instruments and carefully opened it. Then she picked up a simple paint brush, a small one, with a really light tip and took her stuff over to Fleur.

She dipped the short hairs of the brush into the clear fluid and slowly moved the hairs of the brush around the rim of the bottle, to make sure none of the substance spilled and the brush hairs were wet, but not so much that drops would form and fall off.

Mistress Fox looked at Fleur in the torture chair. She was deciding where to begin and chose Fleur’s magnificent tits to start. Seemingly randomized, she licked the tip of the brush against the skin of Fleur’s breasts, marking maybe a spot the size of a pin’s head, before moving a little over an inch in a different direction and doing the same. After two strokes, she carefully dipped her brush into the little bottle again to replenish the fluid on the brush hairs and repeated the procedure, until she had carefully deposited nearly a dozen minuscule amounts of the clear fluid all around Fleur’s chest.

Fleur watched closely as the mistress applied her paint job. She didn’t feel or see anything and wondered what the hell this dominatrix was doing. Seeing as how this session had started, there could be nothing but pain and suffering in store, but the spots she had hit with the brush were only slightly tickling at worst.

But Mistress Fox wasn’t done yet. She had one more area to go. She reapplied the fluid from the bottle to the brush and started stroking it down the inside of Fleur’s pussy lips, starting at the top on the right side and carefully covering Fleur’s labia with a barely noticeable layer of wetness. Here too, Fleur felt no instant pain, just a slight tickling on the right side when the brush finished up the last part on the left.

The real pain came moments later after Mistress Fox discarded her mysterious little bottle and brush. She kept her gloves on when she returned to Fleur with a curved needle and a length of surgical nylon thread. Almost as slowly as she had inserted the needles into Fleur’s thighs, she now closed up Fleur’s pussy lips by sewing them tightly together.

Fleur closed her eyes and gritted her teeth when the tingling sensation on her chest and labia was drowned out by the sharp, intense pain of the suturing needle driven through her labia. She had undergone this same treatment in the past, on more than one occasion, but it always brought her to the brink of tears and this time was no exception. Mistress Fox pulled the nylon thread tight, sewing Fleur’s cunt closed before she tied off the remaining ends of the thread. With the labia together like that, the mistress wasn’t done yet. For some reason, she felt like a wide stretch of duct tape was needed over Fleur’s cunt as well and she covered the full length of them before discarding the set of tools she had just used on Fleur and disposing them in a garbage bin together with her rubber gloves.

Fleur didn’t really know what to make of this. What was the fluid that had been painted on the inside of her pussy lips and had now been covered with tape? The tickling that had steadily built up since the application was turning into a seriously annoying itch, which was starting to become quite frustrating with her hands tied down. For a moment, Fleur gazed down at her hands only to see that the tips of her fingers were turning quite purple already.

Mistress Fox paid no attention to it, though. She returned her attention to Fleur’s thighs, where she squeezed the skin between the needles that were still sitting in Fleur’s leg in the neat rows that Mistress Fox had arranged. When the mistress was satisfied with what she felt and saw, she picked up two new things from her arsenal. She returned to Fleur moments later with a thin bamboo cane in her right hand and she wore a black vampire glove on her left hand. The cane had a light color at its handle, and turned increasingly darker near its top.

It didn’t take her long to show Fleur and the people who were still watching from the shadows what she intended to do next. The cane snapped down hard on the pierced area of Fleur’s thighs, making her shriek out in pain with a high pitch.

Mistress Fox circled around the torture chair and when she emerged on the other side, the cane came down on Fleur’s other leg in much the same way as it did the first time. Another scream.

Within two steps, the mistress was at the right spot for another strike and she let it come down hard on Fleur again. It was barely noticeable for the people watching, but striped welts started forming quite quickly on Fleur’s thighs. The mistress checked them out up close and used her vampire glove to squeeze the skin around the inserted needles again, breaking the sharp spikes on the fingers and palm of the glove through Fleur’s skin without needing a lot of pressure.

The dozens of spikes stung as they broke through the skin of Fleur’s thighs. The sharp and burning pain spread through her upper legs quickly and Fleur’s discomfort was soon amplified when the mistress started using the cane again and was slowly circling around her.

Every time the cane came down, the small droplets of blood that had been forming on Fleur’s thighs were impacted. They flew and sprayed around, with the cane creating smudges all over her skin. Now it was clear why the top of the cane was so much darker. It was a discoloration due to these kinds of blood games that the mistress had played with her toys in the past.  The mistress harshly poked and prodded Fleur’s bleeding thighs with the tip of the cane, before smacking it down again hard.

While the mistress played around and alternatively caned Fleur’s thighs or damaged them with her vampire gloves, Fleur couldn’t help but notice how her pussy started to feel like it was on fire. There was no way to see what was going on under those two lengths of duct tape that Mistress Fox had used to cover her cunt, but whatever it was, it felt more intense by the second and was starting to overtake the sharp pain from her thighs. Fleur felt like she had a fever and had started to sweat.

Mistress Fox showed no concern for Fleur and continued to unfold her plan, which now included the removal of the needles from Fleur’s thighs. The mistress pushed her bloody cane in Fleur’s face and signaled non-verbally with her own mouth that Fleur had to open hers. Then she let Fleur hold the blood-covered cane horizontally between her teeth while the mistress put on simple thin latex gloves and went back to Fleur’s bloody thighs.

One by one and ever so slowly, the needles were pulled out of Fleur’s legs. It was possibly even more painful than when the pins went in. When they were all pulled out and discarded, Mistress Fox took her cane back from Fleur’s mouth and pushed and rubbed it against the skin of her thighs, sliding the cane through the blood and collecting a nice layer of it on the surface of the cane.

When the stick was sufficiently coated for the mistress, she brought it up to Fleur’s face, where she again placed it between Fleur’s lips and pulled it from left to right, smearing the blood all around her mouth.

Fleur tasted the iron of her own blood, as she had so many times before. But this time the blood didn’t feel like a performance, victory or accomplishment. She was feeling feverish and hot and had a growing feeling of unease and discomfort.

She kept her eyes on Mistress Fox at all times, trying to predict what move the sadist would make next and where this all would go, but her brain was starting to get foggy and she even had trouble estimating how long she had even been here and how long she would still have to go before the night was over.

Mistress Fox repeated the collection of blood and made some X-pattern smears across Fleur’s face before she made her toy lick the cane as clean as was humanly possible.

For a minute or two there was a slight reprieve for Fleur as Mistress Fox took her time preparing her next move, which was to pierce the skin of Fleur’s arms. The sadist started on the right side and pushed an identical needle to the ones that had previously been used on Fleur’s thighs now into her arm.

Mistress Fox aligned the needle horizontally with the top of Fleur’s right arm and pushed the tip of the needle under her skin, slowly pushing it an inch forward, while delighting in the view of the metal pin traveling under the skin until it tried to break through again, ever so slowly until the sharp point shot out from under the skin. Fleur made some slight high guttural noises with a light shriek as the needle broke through the skin, but she was obviously zoning out.

The mistress pulled the needle back and pushed it forward, sliding it back and forth through the skin of Fleur’s arm before she pushed it as far as it could go and let the bright cap rest against the skin. A second needle quickly followed and was pushed through Fleur’s skin about an inch away. The mistress aligned this one in such a way, that it crossed under the first needle. Then the third and last pin went in, parallel to the direction of Fleur’s arm, pushed in underneath the first two and completing a star pattern of pins. This last one seemed to be the most painful, judging by the sounds made by Fleur, who seemed to be jolted a little more awake by the sharp pain from the third pin.

Fleur’s other arm wasn’t spared. In the same way as her right forearm, albeit a little quicker, her left one was decorated with the same pattern of needles before Mistress Fox pushed two more needles through the skin of her upper arm, about right in the middle of Fleur’s biceps.

Without a pause, the mistress continued her needlework with Fleur’s breasts, where she grabbed the top of Fleur’s areola on her right side and folded the skin together before piercing a hollow needle through. Swiftly, the mistress threaded a length of wire through the needle and started stitching the top of her areola together, from where she continued to slowly sew her nipple shut behind skin folds, playing with the string and tightening and loosening it for enjoyment. When she had enough fun, she eventually pulled the string tight and tied it into a knot.

A little while later, Fleur had her left nipple also hidden from view by similar stitches to the skin of her breasts. As far as she was still lucid enough to be able to wonder why the mistress did that, she could only think of how she had been through worse in the past and just had to soldier through. The burning sensation in her pussy was only increasing and the little licks with the brush that Mistress Fox had made around her chest had also started to burn as if hot pins were pressed against her skin.

Mistress Fox slowly circled around the torture chair again. She was enjoying the effects of her work so far, but wasn’t anywhere near done yet. She knew from experience that her little paint job would have to start making Fleur feel its presence right about now, which meant that her next activities would be a few steps up in intensity.

She continued her torture of Fleur by taking a strip of capped needles again. She unwrapped the first and looked at Fleur’s breasts. The skin that had been painted with the clear fluid before was now turning red and forming minuscule blisters. It was at these red spots that Mistress Fox inserted her new collection of needles, slowly, one by one, pushing in about half of their two inch length and embedding the pins into the soft tissue of Fleur’s breasts as some kind of twisted map markers.

Fleur seemed to wake up a little from the sharp, slow pain that enveloped her chest. She breathed heavily, still feeling feverishly warm and felt her heart beat in her chest. Nevertheless, she concentrated hard on not being broken by this unorthodox mistress. She grunted with tears in her eyes whenever the pain spiked, but never broke down.

When the dominatrix was done, ten pins and their colored caps decorated Fleur’s tits. Mistress Fox studied Fleur in the chair, but admired only her own work on this canvas. She assigned no value to the physical attraction others might feel to the stunning blonde, even though Fleur would rank at the top of many lists.

For the better part of five minutes nothing really happened, visually at least. Fleur continued to feel feverish and her cunt was now seriously burning in her crotch, as were the spots on her breasts where the clear fluid had been applied. As far as the spectators could see, though, nothing really was going on. There was a calm before the storm that was broken when Mistress Fox lit a long, thin cigarette. Though the sadist did smoke from time to time, the cigarette here served a purely pragmatic purpose, as Fleur found out quickly. As soon as it was lit, it was put out again, on the back of Fleur’s clamped left hand. The mistress started going around relighting the cigarette and extinguishing it on Fleur’s skin while she slowly walked around the torture chair.

The next burn went on the inside of Fleur’s right upper arm, the one after that on her right collar bone, then another on the sewn up skin of her left areola, before the sadist moved lower and started burning the outside of Fleur’s thighs.

The cigarette burns stung, but weren’t extremely uncomfortable for Fleur, who usually welcomed this type of sharp pain whenever she played for fun. It was just that the whole buildup, everything that had been done to her so far, had created a wave of sensory overload that was extremely overwhelming and quite likely far from over. Fleur feared what would come next, because nothing gave her the impression that Mistress Fox was almost done with her and she had no clue how long she would be kept in this room.

A million thoughts flew through her mind about what was to come next after this room, but the mistress focused Fleur right back to the here and now of the situation when she continued an avenue that she had started right at the beginning of the session when she had just received Fleur.

Mistress Fox had produced another strip of packaged hypodermic needles, shorter ones than the ones she used before. She had quickly unwrapped the first after she let Fleur hold the strip of needles in her mouth. It was quite obvious to everyone watching what was going to happen next and Fleur watched with wide eyes when the mistress started doing what she had feared since she had taken place in the chair.

The pink-capped needle that the mistress held was maybe an inch in length, possibly even a little shorter. She moved it over Fleur’s left hand and slid it professionally, without any hint of shakes or hesitation, under the nail of Fleur’s pinky finger and pushed it inside.

Fleur immediately shot upright and strained against her bonds, screaming at the top of her lungs, dropping the strip of packaged needles that she had held between her lips. The pain was brutal as mistress Fox slowly pushed the needle deep into the purple nail bed of her clamped down little finger.

As soon as the sharp end of the needle had gone in, Mistress Fox had turned her gaze and studied Fleur’s face. The sadist delighted in the pure agony when she saw it appear and manipulated the pink cap of the needle to amplify the pain even more. Fleur wailed out loud like a banshee and forgot where she was. She was barely able to hold the strip of unused needles in her mouth when Mistress Fox put it back.

When the second needle went in, under the nail of Fleur’s ring finger, the suffering girl was screaming, sweating and shaking in her chair, unable to move her wrists or her fingers. She had never ever felt anything like this. She’d had extremely nasty things done to her before, but never ever had anyone used needles under her nails. This gave her no sexual pleasure whatsoever and it frustrated her that she wasn’t able to channel it as such. Unfortunately, the circumstances didn’t let her ponder this for a long time.

One by one, so very, very slowly, her purple fingertips were fitted with a needle under their nails. Mistress Fox thought Fleur was screaming and crying too much when she was a little past the halfway point, so she shut her mouth by sewing up her lips in her face much like the ones in her crotch. It helped to a certain degree, to lower the volume of the cries and screams, but it served even more as a testament of the brutality of the treatment that Fleur was undergoing.

Eventually all fingers were fitted with a needle under their nail. Mistress Fox delighted in using a small riding crop on the caps of the needles to make Fleur dance more in her chair, before she loosened the clamps on Fleur’s fingers, knowing that the renewed blood flow would increase the pain and the blonde would also inflict more pain on herself if she moved her fingers too much. The wrists clamps stayed on, because the Japanese sadist was not yet done with her canvas. 

Even though Fleur was a sobbing mess, the Mistress managed to thread another long wire through the left side of her bottom lip, separate from the one already used to sew her mouth shut. The wire was then pushed through Fleur’s compressed areolas, first on her left side, then on her right side, before Mistress Fox threaded the wire up again and sewed in through Fleur’s bottom lip on the right side.

Before the mistress tied the surgical wire off, she pulled it up, stretching Fleur’s nipples up and her lips down. It was a weird look, and a very uncomfortable one at that for Fleur. Mistress Fox used her riding crop again to hit Fleur’s sewn up nipples as well as her lips, playing around a little bit with Fleur’s contorted body, before she carefully cut the first two wires that had been sewn through Fleur’s areolas, leaving only the last long wire in. Then she cut the wire that kept Fleur’s mouth shut, but again kept the last long wire in.

Fleur’s bottom lip was now stretched down by the weight of her breasts. Mistress Fox used her gloved hands to play around with the wire and Fleur’s mouth. The dominatrix pulled on her lips and pushed her fingers inside Fleur’s mouth, prodding and pushing and rubbing along her tongue. Fleur didn’t register everything anymore. She felt like her cunt was completely engulfed in flames and parts of her chest felt the same.

When the mistress spread Fleur’s jaws open wide with a mouth spreader, there was nothing Fleur could do to stop Fox from pulling out her long tongue. The Japanese dominatrix was delighted with this late surprise. Everyone who had ever had the pleasure of being orally serviced by Fleur knew that this girl was exceptionally gifted in this department. Not only was she blessed with an extremely long specimen, she had learned from a young age how to use it in exceptional ways, much to the enjoyment of the many people who had been at the receiving end of it.

Mistress Fox was already impressed with the sheer length of tongue that she was able to pull forward, but she had no interest in feeling that tongue anywhere near the spots it had practiced on for so many years.

Fleur’s tongue was quickly fitted with a horizontal clamp that seemed to be easily connected to the mouth spreader. The mistress used it to clamp Fleur’s tongue in place for the last act of her play time with the masochist tonight.

Slowly, the mistress started removing the many needles that she had pierced through Fleur’s skin. One by one they were slowly pulled out, starting with the ones in her lower arms, then her breasts, but the ones under her finger nails remained in place.

With her mouth spread open and tongue clamped down, Fleur quickly started drooling. The pain of the needle removal was not too bad. In some instances it even gave her a little relief, if just for a few seconds. Then the feverish feeling took over and the burning sensation of her pussy flared up again.

Mistress Fox discarded some of her used needles in a glass jar, but every other needle was repurposed by inserting them into Fleur’s mouth and pushing them from the inside out through the skin of her cheeks, not too far from her lips. The last two needles from Fleur’s biceps were inserted, ever so slowly again, into the front part of Fleur’s clamped tongue.

The pain was sharp and the mistress studies Fleur’s every contortion, every emotion on her face as she underwent the last stages of torment, for now. Mistress Fox deliberately paused before she pierced every next needle through Fleur’s skin, delighting in the grotesque display that she had created.

Fleur sat immobilized in Fox’s torture chair, trembling all over her body, her lower lip still stretched down by the weight of her breasts by the wire that was sewn through her lip and nipples; her wrists and legs clamped down, and dozens of puncture wounds all over her body. While the needles slid through her cheeks and tongue with relative ease and produced not even a single drop of blood so far, the mistress was not trying to accomplish her task quickly.

Fleur felt like the burning sensation in her body had somewhat reached a plateau. She did not know yet that Mistress Fox would soon give her one more higher kick before letting her go on to her next ordeal, but for now she was just trying to concentrate to deal with everything that was going on.

She had completely lost track of time and had no clue that it was now midnight. The pain that shot through her tongue and mouth was sharp and deep as the needles were slowly pushed through.

Mistress Fox had not produced a massive amount of blood, despite her use of many needles. It had never been a goal to make this a visual spectacle. Only when she used her vampire gloves and the bloody cane did she intentionally produce blood, and it was more for psychological effect at the start of the session than for her own enjoyment or visual effect. She had learned over the years that it set a tone of fear and anticipation that heightened the experience for everyone involved. After all, in sessions like these, anticipation and fear were a significant ingredient in the recipe.

And so was time, and savoring all of the little details of the torture process. While Mistress Fox slowly started removing the remaining needles that she had pushed into Fleur, she really took her time to enjoy the removal process as well. One by one, they went and the dominatrix watched how the metal pins moved under Fleur’s skin and how they slid out again, sometimes leaving a small puncture wound that quickly produced a drop of blood, sometimes nothing at all.

When all of the needles were pulled and the sewn wire was also cut and removed, Mistress Fox had one more parting gift for Fleur.

Still wearing her gloves, the mistress produced a soft cloth, which she drenched in disinfectant alcohol from a large bottle. Then, starting at Fleur’s toes, the mistress started bathing her prey, carefully making sure she rubbed copious amounts  of the fluid on her skin.

Of course Fleur’s lower legs was not the area where any work was done. It was when Mistress Fox reached Fleur’s thighs and nonchalantly poured a few large splashes over her punctured skin there, that Fleur came fully alive again from her defeated slumber.

Instantly she buckled against the straps that still held her down against the torture chair and she screamed at the top of her lungs. Unfazed, the sadist poured more of the fluid on her cloth and started rubbing the alcohol into the skin of Fleur’s thighs for good measure, as if she was cleaning the surface of an object and wanted to make sure she got all the grease and stripes off.

Fleur didn’t know which way was up anymore. Her whole body felt like it had been set on fire and she pushed herself against the straps, as if they would absorb some of the heat.

The mistress slowly worked her way up Fleur’s body, over her flat abdomen to her large breasts. While those had been recipient of quite a few puncture wounds and some stitches, Mistress Fox had not really damaged them severely with big bleeding gashes or punctures. That was mostly because the Japanese mistress had no great desire to do any of those things, and partly because she was simply happy to warm Fleur up for the rest of the night. Fleur felt the intense burning sensation wash over her body, though, when all of the small puncture wounds were cleaned by the cloth drenched in alcohol.

When the immediate sharp pain subsided, the lingering, festering, smoldering heat from the paint brush flared up again. Fleur had felt it creep up ever since the application, and it seemed to still be multiplying in intensity. Whatever it was, the alcohol did not bring any relief. She also started wondering about her burning cunt. For some reason or the other, the mistress kept her duct tape in place while she continued cleaning Fleur’s arms, which caused more deep stings, before she finished at the tormented girl’s finger tips. Fleur had been trying her hardest to keep her tears back as much as she could. She was afraid that her fingers were going to hurt the worst, like the needles under her nails had been the absolute worst, but she was lucky to find that, though not for lack of trying on Mistress Fox’s part, her puncture wounds under her nails weren’t easily flooded with the alcohol.

Next up was her face. Here too, the pain from the alcohol was relatively mild, until the sadist poured a stream of alcohol straight from the bottle over Fleur’s still clamped tongue in her spread-open mouth.

The taste and smell of the disinfectant instantly made Fleur more nauseous than she already was and she partially shot forward like a folding chair that was held back, while she tried to cough and let the alcohol fall out of her mouth. When she calmed down a little, Mistress Fox removed the clamp from her tongue, leaving Fleur simply restrained to the torture chair.

Without saying or doing anything else, Mistress Fox turned around and walked away into the hallway with her bottle, dropping the cloth on the floor on her way out of the room.

Fleur was left with a mix of relief and fear, as no one did or said anything for the next ten to fifteen minutes. She closed her eyes and tried to relax and wait and see what would happen next.

Eventually Mistress Ava returned to her side, seemingly out of nowhere. She got straight to business, she was on a schedule.

Before Fleur even knew that things were about to move very quickly again, Ava pushed her head down against the back of the chair  and commanded her to look up, which Fleur did without question.

She thought the mistress placed a contact lens on her left eye, which was correct, but after she blinked a couple of times, her vision was black. Seconds later, the same happened with her right eye and then she was completely blinded.

A short burst of panic shot through her body. But she didn’t have long to think. As soon as Mistress Ava was sure that the blinding contacts were in place, she loosened the clamps that still held Fleur in the torture chair. Then she clipped her personal leash back onto Fleur’s tight neck collar.

One strong pull and Fleur flew off the chair and fell onto the dirty floor. Mistress Ava started walking towards the next stop in this journey of pain and degradation. Fleur had no choice but to crawl and try to keep up.