Extreme Toyland IX: A Night in Budapest

At 2 o'clock sharp a black limousine entered the driveway of the hotel. Rick and Daphne had followed their instructions to a T and were ready to go. They were being picked up for a ride to a secluded place not far from where they were. It was a trip of business and pleasure. Daphne was hired for two torture sessions with a longtime idol and recent acquaintance of her mistress Lisa. Rick escorted her as a representative of Extreme Toyland.  
 
The pleasure aspect really was two-fold in this case. At 25, Daphne had become a seasoned masochist. While she knew her sessions in Budapest would be severe, she was always looking forward to having her limits pushed. Today she would be at the hands of a master of torture with decades of experience in his own well-stocked BDSM dungeon. She had looked up his previous work and was very impressed. He was retired now, but made an exception for her to perform and record two sessions with her like in the old days. That felt like an honor. Daphne didn't have to think twice when her mistress came up with the offer.  
 
So the sessions by themselves would be business and pleasure at the same time. But that was not the full extent of their trip. She and Rick already spent three nights in the extraordinarily beautiful city and were going to relax for three weeks at a luxurious retreat near Lake Balaton after
tonight. It would certainly be full relaxation for Rick. Daphne counted on needing the time and rest to let her body heal from whatever was in store for her tonight.
 
After the limo pulled up in front of them, the driver took their luggage and opened one of the back doors. The two went in and took a seat. Daphne went in first, then Rick. Across from them sat Istvˆn, or Steve as he called himself. He was in his late forties. A stern looking man with short grey hair and a small goatee. He was dressed in jeans with a dark t-shirt and a dress jacket. His piercing dark eyes were aimed at Daphne immediately.  
 
Next to him sat two beautiful ladies. First a gorgeous tall and thin redhead, dressed in a tight black mini dress with fishnet stockings and ridiculously high stiletto heels. She had a pretty face and wore elaborate makeup to accentuate her big green eyes and full lips. Her skin was flawless and slightly tanned. In her ears were dozens of small earrings and she wore big hoops through her earlobes. She was listening to music on her iPod and glanced over at Daphne and Rick as they took their seats.
 
On Steve's other side, his left arm wrapped around her shoulder, sat a beautiful blonde. She also had big eyes, accentuated by heavy eyeliner and eye shadow, but hers were brown. Her face was a little rounder than the redhead's, and her lips thin and wide. She also was dressed in all black. She wore a PVC halter top that left her arms and stomach uncovered. It was stretched tightly around her disproportionally large chest, compared to her tiny waist and absent hips. She wore tight black leather pants that ran down to her pointy black boots.  
 
Rick kept staring at the redhead, she was gorgeous. The girl wasn't shy at all and stared straight back at him. Daphne was eying the blonde and was wondering if her big chest was natural or as fake as the dye in her long flowing hair. Steve saw their looks and decided to start introductions immediately.  
 
"Let me introduce you to these two fine ladies here with me. To my right here is my daughter Krsztina. And this is my brand new wife Eszter. We got married just two weeks ago."
 
Daphne and Rick congratulated the newlyweds, who showed their wedding rings by holding them up together. Daphne couldn't help but wonder about the age difference between Steve and his new bride.  
 
"They look almost the same a..." she wanted to start a question, but her host interrupted her.  
 
"Eszter just turned 20, she is two months older than Krsztina. It is a bit of a complicated situation here," Steve explained. "Eszter is the eldest daughter from a previous marriage of my second wife, Jana. Krsztina is the youngest of my first marriage. Yes, they grew up together for the last 8 years. They've been stepsisters until recently."
 
Daphne and Rick just nodded, they'd seen their share of strange family relations.
 
Steve went on: "I have already told the girls about you two, they know who you are and why you are here. Let me tell you what the rest of the afternoon will look like."
 
He paused for a second, then continued: "We will arrive at my place in a few minutes. Everything there is already in order. I will show you around and then we relax until four o'clock. Rick, you may browse my private digital archive. Lisa thought you would enjoy that."
 
"Wow, thanks," Rick replied. "I have been a fan of Pain Clinic for years. I would love to look through photos and videos of girls like Piana, Ana and Betta."
 
"Oh, they are all there. And more. You may copy up to 8 gigabytes for your personal enjoyment. I will provide you with a storage medium."
 
Rick couldn't believe it. This was like winning the jackpot. This man was responsible for some of the most brutal torture porn in existence. And now he was allowing a private browse AND copy of the archives?! Lisa must have really pulled some strings here.  
 
Steve continued explaining their schedule:  
 
"At 4, I will start my prep with Daphne. Your mistress Lisa has agreed that I do two full body sessions in the style of my Pain Clinic website. She asked me to try and match my original material. I have to say that I have experimented with a few new things since I stopped producing for the site myself. But the studio is still mostly the same, so I will give Lisa what she wants. The first session will start at 7 and the night will last as long as needed."
 
"Full body means my tits, pussy and ass, right?" Daphne wanted to know.  
 
"No," Steve answered, "It really means your whole body from head to toe."
 
"But..." She tried to interrupt, but Steve stopped her by raising his hand.  
 
"There is no but," Steve replied. "Lisa agreed that I have your full body to work on as I please. I will promise not to cut your hair and will keep scarring and damage to your face and limbs as minimal as possible."
 
Daphne sighed. She was startled. Lisa had told her that Steve had put in requests that would push her limits, but the implications of that only just dawned on her.  
 
"Take off your jacket!" Steve instructed Daphne, who was too much in thought to comply immediately.  
 
"Your jacket," Steve repeated, "off with it!" and to his daughter, he barked some Hungarian to make her take her ear pods out.
 
Daphne snapped back into reality and quickly unbuttoned her long black jacket, starting at the top. As per the specific instructions, she wore nothing underneath, except thigh stockings and high heels.  
 
Six buttons down, she parted the jacket and slid it off. Three pairs of eyes across from her examined her perfect naked body. Rick also took a glance at Daphne's body, which he knew so well both inside and out. Steve gestured to Daphne to hand her jacket to him, which she did.  
 
For the past couple of years, Daphne had been working out a lot to keep her body thin and toned. As she was now in her mid-twenties, her biggest fear was to lose the figure that she'd had since she was in her late teens.  
 
Steve liked what he saw and looked mesmerized as the day he first laid eyes on Daphne two months ago. He reached out and cupped her perfect double D breasts and slid his thumbs through the big rings in her areoles behind her long and erect nipples.  
 
"He is your boyfriend, no?" Steve asked Daphne, nodding towards Rick.  
 
"Um, not officially, um, kinda, I guess," Daphne stuttered, looking over at Rick, who looked surprised with the question.  
 
"Then he must feel what Eszter feels when I touch your breasts. Tonight I am taking something that is his and I am very aware of that. I want to give him something in return. So when I prep you for tonight's session, he will have a session of his own, in the Pain Clinic studio, with Mistress Krsztina here."
 
Rick and Daphne were both caught by surprise. Krsztina looked at Rick with a wicked smile.  
 
"Are you sure..." Rick wanted to form a question, but Steve interrupted him as well.
 
"Yes! It will be a good opportunity for her to practice some more," he interjected. "She will enjoy some time with an experience masochist. Plus, it's been a while since she's played with boys."
 
Krsztina looked angry when Steve made that last remark. Her eyes shot fire at her father, but he ignored her. Eventually Rick thanked Steve for his offer.  
 
"Don't thank me yet, you will be in for a workout. She may be young, but she is quite experienced and extremely sadistic. She's been playing unsupervised for almost a year now, but has been active in the lifestyle much longer than that."
 
Turning his view back to the both of them, Steve added: "After both your sessions you will get medical attention, of course. Oh, and before I forget, while sexual intercourse is not forbidden in the studio, tonight's sessions will be about stretching the limits of genital torture, is that clear?"
 
Daphne and Rick nodded. Steve looked over at his daughter and repeated his question in Hungarian:
 
"MegŽrtette, Krsztina??"
 
She looked away in disgust, like a child who just had been scolded.  
 
"Igen, apu!" She answered with her most annoying voice.  
 
A few moments later the limousine came to a halt. It had started driving from the Budapest Hotel towards Andrassy Ut. Rick thought they drove at least as far as the Square of Heroes, but took so many turns that it was impossible for them to figure out exactly where the limo was going.  
 
"Welcome to my place," Steve said. After the driver opened the doors of the limo, all five passengers got out of the car. First Daphne, who was still naked, then Rick, then Steve and the girls. They were in the middle of a nondescript courtyard with four high walls surrounding them. The sun was blistering hot and cast virtually no shadow as it stood high above them.
 
Rick looked up and around as the driver unloaded their bags from the limo. All he saw was dark grey concrete with an occasional window, most of them barred. Between the windows grew many green vines up the walls. The limo had driven into the courtyard through a short tunnel in one of the four surrounding walls. Opposite that tunnel was the main entrance, where all of them were headed.  
 
Once inside, the difference in style was night and day with the look of the building on the outside. Everything was decorated in a sleek, modern design with lots of warm lights.
 
Steve barked something at Eszter and handed Daphne's jacket to the driver, who was hauling the luggage to the guest rooms. Eszter disappeared into one of the corridors leading away from the hallway.
 
"It doesn't look like much from the outside..." Steve said, almost apologetically. "But as you can see, I made the place livable inside. It used to be a small detention center in the socialist days."
 
"Livable?" Rick asked, "this place is beautiful."
 
"The driver will bring your stuff to the guest quarters, so please follow him in a minute," Steve continued. I have set up a laptop for you there with my photo and video archive. You'll also find a thumb drive that you may use to copy your favorite files. You can keep the drive. All videos are MP4 and the photos JPEG, so your 8GB will go a long way." He handed a piece of paper to Rick.
 
"Please make sure you are done with the archive and your shower at 4 PM so you can call this number. Krzstina will be expecting you. I will take care of Daphne for the rest of the day."
 
The three of them parted ways and Rick made his way over to the guest quarters.