Extreme Toyland IX: A Night in Budapest

There wasn't really any break to speak of between part one and part two of this long session. There was just a little breather for the camera guy to switch memory cards and get something to drink.

After Steve finished the flogging and wheeled away the electrical unit, he uncuffed Daphne's ankles. While she was in no condition to stand, he let her feet touch the floor but left her suspended from her breasts with her hands still cuffed to the tight chain around her waist. 

"You will have to stand up for me in a few moments, so you better regain some strength in your legs," he enlightened Daphne, who was woozy from the ordeal she just went through. With her body now more upright, she was able breathe better and to let the pooling saliva and blood run down from her mouth.  

Steve loved the sight of her drooling onto herself. Being unable to retract her tongue or swallow properly, Daphne previously kept choking on her own saliva and the trickles of blood that were running from the skewers in her tongue.

"I am almost ready to start the second part of this session, which will be a treatment of your pussy and ass," Steve continued as he brought over a new piece of furniture. It was a metal structure that appeared to be quite heavy. It featured a sturdy base and some kind of wheel with a handle on the side that would enable someone to adjust the height of something that could be mounted on top.

He positioned it not too far away from Daphne and aligned it exactly in the way that he wanted it. Then he brought in a second part of the device that he connected on top. When it was assembled with a few nuts and bolts here and there, he explained to Daphne what would happen next.

"First, I am going to let you down and remove those clamps on your tits. I will give you a new position against this frame." Steve pointed at the tiltable metal frame that he installed on top of his metal base structure.

It didn't take him long to lower the hook of the winch from which Daphne was suspended. She collapsed onto her legs on the floor.

"Stand up, I am going to take off those clamps."

Slowly but surely, Daphne managed to move in such a way that she was almost able to get on her knees. Steve helped her further up, until she was standing again.

It took her half a minute to find her feet, but when she was steady enough, Steve rummaged through his supplies and produced the pliers that he used earlier to tighten the nuts and bolts on the clamps around Daphne's breasts. It took him some effort to loosen them again, but soon enough, he was able to slip the big metal clamps off.  

With the 4 big skewers and 24 thinner pins still deeply embedded in her inflated tits, the removal of the clamps was pretty painful for Daphne, who was trying to balance all the physical stimulation with trying to keep her balance on her numb legs and feet.  

With the clamps gone, Steve was able to secure his pain toy in her next position against the metal frame.  

"See this frame here," he questioned Daphne, knowing full well that she was in no condition to answer him. "This is a contraption that dates back to medieval times, I think. But it has received some modern adjustments."

Daphne tried to take a look, but had other things to worry about, she was feeling lightheaded and was concerned that she might fall.

Steve tried to show her that the rectangular metal frame was a rack of sorts with adjustable crossbars. Those would be used to secure her breasts to the frame. Then he would be able to lift and lower the frame by turning a wheel. The rack itself was also able to tilt in two directions inside its metal frame.  

"You will notice," he continued his story, "that there are many pins and spikes on this end of the frame. Some are uncomfortable and blunt. But others are as sharp as a razor and will break your skin easily, even if you don't move that much."

Even though Daphne managed to stay on her feet, she didn't really get a good look at the contraption until Steve maneuvered her right against it.  

"See, first I will connect you to the rack," Steve continued. "Come, press yourself against it, there should be enough space for your tits to go through there."  

He pointed at a section of the rack where it seemed like one of the crossbars was missing. It wasn't missing, however, he merely needed to slide down the next metal bar and tighten it with wing nuts.

The open space appeared to be at just the right height for Daphne's bound and bulging tits to fit through the rack. Steve made sure that her chest was pressed tightly against the metal rack and its spikes and pulled her breasts forward until the four thick skewers (previously used as a 'back stop' for the big clamps) were on the other side of the bar and the metal wire wrappings around the base of Daphne's breasts rested on the designated crossbar. This forced her to turn her head sideways.

He then pressed the next crossbar down, trapping her bound tits between the two bars. He made sure he also trapped all four skewers behind the bars and used some bolts and wing nuts to tighten the two bars together.  

Daphne might have thought the ordeal was over for her tits, now that the focus was supposed to switch to her pussy and ass, but it certainly didn't look that way. It took Steve quite some time and force to crush the two metal bars together. When he was done, it looked like her tits were now even more crushed than they were before with the clamps.  

Steve took a step back to take a look at his work. He was satisfied so far. Gently, he cupped Daphne's breasts and caressed the skin between all the pins that were deeply embedded in her tits. He looked up to see fear in her eyes.

"Would you like a small reward for your accomplishments so far?" he asked her.

Daphne didn't know how to answer and gave him a blank stare.

"You will understand, however, that a small reward will also encompass a fair amount of suffering," he continued. "You will be allowed to cum right now before I work on your pussy and ass, but only if you are prepared to let me enhance the pain in your tits."

He allowed a moment of silence. Then he continued.

"I will give you the Hitachi to use on yourself while I play some more with your tits. Just nod if you'd like that. I'm not going to take out the skewers in your tongue just yet, it will bleed too much."

Daphne didn't know what to do. She really wanted some more stimulation, but on the other hand she didn't know what else he would do to her tits. More skewers? Screws driven in? Acid injections? She couldn't really look down on them now they were on the other side of the metal frame, but it felt like they had already been ripped off and her chest was pressed against a hot burning furnace. One thousand things ran through her mind and she wasn't able to make a clear choice. Stimulation did sound very pleasant, though.

"Well?"

She decided to nod. It wasn't convincing, so Steve asked if she was sure. She nodded again.

"Very well then," he exclaimed and started turning the wheel on the base of the metal frame. Slowly but surely, the frame started moving up, pulling Daphne up again by her breasts. He turned the wheel until her toes could barely touch the floor.

"I will give you the Hitachi in a few moments, but first I have to get a few things ready for your tits." Steve went over to the far wall and came back with his hands full.  

In both his hands he held what looked like a microphone stand, only these stands were modified so that they could no longer hold a microphone. They featured clamps where the microphone holders used to be at the end of an adjustable arm.  

He placed both stands in front of the frame and went back to the other side of the room for two more. When all four stands were in place, he adjusted the arms so that their clamps hung a few inches higher than Daphne's bulging breasts. He then fitted all four clamps with a black candle and adjusted the clamps some more so that the candles were tilted at an ideal angle for wax dripping and their tips were right above her areoles.
 
Daphne's head was tilted sideways to accommodate her position against the rack, so she had no idea of what he was doing.

But the setup was not complete yet. Steve also produced another candle stand, one that had been custom made for him and that he'd used for years in his Pain Clinic videos. It was basically a height- adjustable stand with a bar on top on which little over two dozen smaller candles could be placed in various arrangements and patterns. If all candle spaces were used, they formed two connected circles on opposite ends of the top bar. And of course Steve had it made so that the circles of candles were spaced just wide enough apart to be placed exactly under the breasts of his masochists. The circles were not 'hollow' either, on both ends of the top bars the circular pattern allowed twelve candles to fill out the whole area of the circle.  
Steve adjusted his candle stand so that the tips of the candles were right under the ends of the twenty-four pins that were sticking out of Daphne's areoles. For now, he made sure that the flames would not directly touch the skin of her breasts.

He inspected the whole setup one more time and addressed Daphne again.  

"In case you're wondering what I am going to do, I will let you know," he said as he uncuffed her wrists from the tight metal chain around her waist and recuffed them behind her ass.

He pulled her hands down to straighten her arms and put the Hitachi he promised her in her hands. Then he helped her position the device between her legs, right onto her spread-open pussy and exposed clit.

He walked around to look at her face.
 
"I know you don't have a lot of room to move your hands, but that is of no concern to me. Drop the thing, and it's gone, understood?"
She nodded.

"I will soon turn on your Hitachi, but before I do that, I will light many candles that I have placed around your breasts. Not only will they drop extremely hot wax on your tits, there are also candles under your tits that will heat the long pins that I pushed into you. Four of the pins' six inches are inside you and the flames will burn directly at the parts that are still sticking out."

Steve started lighting the candles. He started with the shorter black ones, which burned at a very high temperature.

"Now you will have six minutes from when I turn on the Hitachi, the black candles will burn out around that time. And while you please yourself, I will have some fun with the wax and your tits. Oh, and by the way, when the black candles are gone, I will hammer those twenty-four pins all the way in like they are supposed to."

He then ran his lighter by the smaller candles under Daphne's breasts. She moaned as the black wax started dripping down on her skewered areoles and the smaller flames started heating the deeply embedded pins in her tits. Steve watched the wax drip for a few seconds and then turned on the Hitachi.

It was quite a sight with Daphne tied to the metal frame, just barely able to stand on the tips of her toes, her tortured breasts being attacked with heat from all around, even the inside.
Steve decided it was time for the devilish studded riding crop again. He would use it on her breasts to remove the layers of hot wax that were dripping down.

360 seconds doesn't sound like an awful lot, but six minutes is quite a while if you're very aware of every single moment passing by. And if Daphne wasn't aware yet, this 'bonus' treatment made sure she was.  

The temperature attack was relentless. The pins, which caused quite some pain as they broke through the skin of her areoles, had been just sitting there, not really causing too much trouble once they were in. But now, with their continued heating by the flames, Daphne was all too aware of them as they continually burnt her abused tits from the inside.

She grunted and moaned with a primal and guttural sound, unable to control much with her tongue still stretched out of her mouth by the skewers through it.

Meanwhile, Steve used his riding crop to remove any black wax that hardened on her skin. The wax obviously ran over her skin between the pins and his whacking on those pins only increased the level of pain. Several candles were extinguished in the process, but there were so many of them that their individual demise didn't really interfere with their collective goal: prolonged heating of the pins.

After three minutes or so, Daphne came. And she came hard, squirting quite a bit of juice out of her. She trembled against the frame, which made the sharp pins pressing into her chest and abdomen create quite a few smaller puncture wounds and cuts.  

Fortunately for her, she was able to hold on to the Hitachi, even though it looked like she almost dropped it for a second. Of course, the candles heating the pins in her tits didn't care for her sudden drop in arousal and as her orgasm subsided, Daphne became increasingly aware again of the excruciating pain in her tits.  

Steve didn't stop to watch this sight. He'd be able to watch the video later. He was focused on the small black candles and their streams of wax, making sure almost every drop that fell reached a clean patch of skin.

The candles were three-quarters gone when he stopped his whipping and let the black wax pool on her tits. He had to adjust the other candles under her breasts. For his taste, their flames were too far under the pins they were supposed to heat and he adjusted their height accordingly.
 
Daphne was still moaning loud from the pain in her abused breasts. She couldn't remember getting a treatment like this and felt quite proud that she was able to endure it without dropping her Hitachi.  

Steve also adjusted the aim of the black candles and let them drip some of their wax on other parts of her bound breasts as Daphne tried hard to work herself up for another orgasm. It didn't happen in time, though, and when the six minutes were up, the Hitachi stopped.

"Good!" "Almost done," Steve said as the buzzing stopped.  

Daphne was disappointed, but glad she got her stimulation up again, it gave her some more confidence for what would inevitably be next.

Steve removed the candles and their stands and used his hands to peel away most of the black candle wax. He took another one of his crops, this time with a thick and wide leather tip and started hammering it down on the pins in Daphne's tits. She screamed at the top of her lungs as he put some real force into it. With every smack he managed to get the pins deeper into her tits until finally only the thicker ends of the pins were visible on top of Daphne's areoles.  

She cried and sobbed as he put away the crop and started caressing the burnt and bruised skin of Daphne's tits with his fingertips.

"And I still wonder if they can take even more, we will have to find out another time," he concluded.

He lowered the frame again, so Daphne could plant her feet on the floor. It was a welcome respite for her torso. Then he took away the Hitachi.  
Steve returned with a water bottle. He poured some of the water in Daphne's dry mouth and on her tongue. She tried to swallow the fluid the best she could. After a minute or so, she was given another sip before Steve continued his work.

 "Now it is time for something very different. I will now adjust the frame so your body will bend forward. Then I will spread your feet apart so I have good access to your back, pussy, ass and thighs."

It didn't take him long to adjust the frame in the way he wanted. He lowered Daphne a little more and tilted the rack forward. First in a horizontal position, then a little further, about a thirty degree angle down. Daphne was now bent over with her ass sticking up high and her feet again barely touching the floor.  

Steve produced a metal spreader bar which he connected to Daphne's ankle cuffs. The bar was adjusted to spread her feet as wide apart as possible. He left her hands uncuffed. Instinctively, she grabbed hold of the metal frame that her torso was bound to.

"It is a good thing that you chose to orgasm, because the next part could be very unpleasant for a dry pussy, I think." Steve said. He went over to the far side of the room again and came back with new supplies.  

He held the first item up for Daphne to see. It was a pretty scary looking double-cone shaped metal butt plug. Not only was it quite large in both length and diameter, its surface was far from smooth. The first cone was covered in pins of various lengths and thickness, and while they were not sharp by any means, the whole thing didn't look comfortable at all. It was easily twelve to fourteen inches long and wider than Steve's fist.

"Another custom toy," Steve said. "It was designed by a mistress who lives not far from here. She made it to punish the most extreme pain slaves she had in her stables. One time I saw a recording in which she had two slaves, one male and one female, endure this device. She had them kneel face to face with a wooden block between them. After she had them nail each other's nipples to the block, she had them cuff their hands behind their backs before she turned on the plugs. This heats them up to very uncomfortable levels and after 30 seconds, the pins start producing intense electrical shocks. This continues for at least five minutes, unless one of the slaves pushes a panic button on the wall straight behind them. Then their plug is turned off immediately, but the other slave's plug is intensified and three minutes of extra time are added to the device."
 
He paused his story for a second.

"So they could choose to stick it out together if they both wanted to. But as this recording shows, they don't want to." He chuckles.

"They are too afraid of the pain that this device brings. As soon as the device starts heating up, she pulls back so hard that she rips her nipples away from the wooden block. First her left nipple, then she actually has to try again for her right one. They guy tries to do the same, but he is too late and she presses the button first."

Daphne knew what it meant. The guy ripped his nipples for nothing and still got to endure the device while the girl destroyed her nipples to avoid it.

"I also saw," Steve continued, "more video of these two after the guy finished his punishment. The mistress gave him two of the devices and let him use them on the girl as a reward for taking his punishment. This time without a panic button."

If the device wasn't looking scary enough already, the story made Daphne really wonder what this device would do and if Steve would dare to stuff both her pussy and ass with it like he inferred in his tale.  

But he changed the subject and showed her another item.  

"Before we get to that nasty little plug, though, I will have to work on your pussy first," he continued as he dangled a full-size wooden baseball bat in front of her face.  

Daphne's eyes widened at the sight of the bat, which was easily over forty inches long and almost three inches wide at its widest point. It featured a large metal eye hook at its bottom.

Before she could properly process what Steve could do with just the two things he showed her, she felt him going at work on her pussy.

Steve started rubbing her pussy, feeling her stretched labia, which were still pulled down and sideways by the fish hooks and the heavy chains. He cut the fish hooks from her inner labia, but left their corresponding staples in her thighs. When the labia were free, he used an orange elastrator band to tie off her exposed clitoris.  

Daphne was still soaking wet, but nonetheless he used copious amounts of lubricant on the baseball bat. She was used to having larger toys stuffed up her pussy and ass, but both this baseball bat and the sinister looking butt plug seemed like something else. She wondered how deep Steve would fuck her pussy with the thing.

She found out soon that Steve didn't really care about Ôdeep' or Ôfucking', even though more than twelve inches of the thick top part of the bat disappeared into her pussy. Steve had a little fun, moving the bat around and feeling her abdomen to see where the bat had gone, but because of her bent-over position, this couldn't be filmed properly and he stopped quickly.  Daphne felt full, but the bat wasn't too uncomfortable despite its size.

Steve cared more about the purpose of the bat than the depth or the fucking. And the purpose became overwhelmingly apparent when he picked up the tools with which he would keep the bat in place in Daphne's pussy.

The first step in securing the bat in her pussy was by hammering a dozen small nails through her inner pussy lips into the wooden bat itself. He used fairly short black nails. They were not even half an inch long, but featured heads that were quite wide. Daphne shrieked a couple of times as he nails broke through her skin, but the whole process went by quickly and fairly painlessly.

When the twelve small nails secured Daphne's inner labia to the baseball bat, it was time to also attach her outer labia. Steve produced a power tool and a set of screws and immediately went to work. He used heavy weights to stretch Daphne's pussy lips down the side of the bat that was sticking out of her pussy.  

Then it was time to actually drill the screws in. He had four 5mm screws ready for each side. But the screws were nog to go just through the pussy lips, he pressed a thin metal strip with four evenly spaced holes against Daphne's labia before aligning his first screw with the first hole. Steve pressed the screw down, as if he was trying to already push it through by
hand. Daphne moaned loud and started wailing as Steve pressed the head of his power tool against the screw and drove it in.

It went in quickly and cleanly, the wide pan-shaped head of the thick screw pressing down hard on the metal strip, trapping Daphne's pussy lip between the metal and the wooden bat. These screws were also not very long, just about an inch in length, but they were pretty thick.

Steve continued to line up the screws until eventually all eight screws and the metal strips secured Daphne's pussy lips to the bat. He tugged on the bat, pulling it down, and found that everything went to his satisfaction.

He turned the wheel of the metal frame again to raise Daphne a little further off the floor. He needed the eye hook at the bottom of the bat to be at least two feet off the floor.
"Now that the bat is in place, I will start hanging weights from it," Steve informed Daphne, who was just bracing for what was to come next.

Steve hung a special rod from the eye hook on the bat. The rod was designed in such a way that circular weights could be added to it. The thing itself weighed close to two pounds, so Daphne's pussy lips received a nice stretch immediately.

She felt Steve's hands rubbing on her ass and anticipated that he would now start to insert the torture plug he showed her earlier.

But Steve didn't go for it immediately. Instead he picked up his studded riding crop again and started smacking it down on Daphne's stretching pussy lips. He played with them for a few moments, until he suddenly smacked the crop down against Daphne's dark purple tits.

She was very aware of her tits, which felt like they were sliced open and ripped off of her chest, but her focus on her pussy and the anticipation of the ass torture made the sudden stings in her tits all the more painful.

"I will tell you what will be next for you," Steve said. "You will get more weights hanging from your pussy lips and I will let you feel what the male slave from my story felt. But you will feel more. I will make sure of that. Just know that the plug will be turned on for the full eight minutes. When it stops, I will take it out and remove you from this frame and this session will be almost over."

He added another circular weight to the rod connected to the baseball bat and started working on Daphne's ass. He used his hands and a considerable amount of lubricant to start fingering her asshole. It was quite nicely exposed in the position she was in. He found that with the lubricant, he was able to quickly work his fingers inside and before long, he was able to slide his whole hand in and out. Daphne was used to having her asshole filled for Lisa's enjoyment. She herself actually didn't care too much for it, but took pride in the amount of training she'd had and the size of the toys she could accommodate.

"You are such a star!" he exclaimed, "I love it!" Now relax, because I am going to push this plug into you!"

The plug was quite massive. It had two large cones back to back and after that a short considerably thinner segment before its wide base, allowing it to be deeply buried inside someone's ass while the thinner segment allowed their sphincter to close somewhat with the base staying outside. It was completely solid and rigid and allowed no bending of any kind. Steve lubricated it generously before pressing the tip of the first cone against Daphne's asshole.  

The first cone itself was actually slightly smaller than the second, but it had metal studs all around it, making the total diameter the largest part of the whole plug, together with the back stop section.

"If you didn't get a good look at it, I will tell you how big this thing really is," Steve explained to Daphne. "I am starting to push in the first part of the plug, which has some studs on it. It is 16cm or 6.3 inches long and more than 9cm wide at 3.8 inches, including the studs."

Daphne didn't care about the exact measurements. The thing was humongous. And worse, it was room temperature at best, so it felt cold to the touch. She tried to relax her sphincter as much as she could under the circumstances and allowed Steve to push and twist the thing slowly further and further in.

As Steve made progress, the large diameter of the plug put quite a stretch on Daphne's sphincter and at its widest point, she felt like it was going to rip her apart. That feeling only lasted a few moments, though, as the plug slid further in and the diameter decreased a little again.

Daphne felt full. With the full-sized baseball bat as deep in her pussy as it could go and now this anal invader, she was almost filled to the brink and she had no clue where she'd have to accommodate the next part of the plug. Now she understood why she hadn't been allowed to eat in the last 24 hours and why Steve had administered such an extensive enema and catheterization right before this session.  

Steve let go of the plug for a second to pull apart Daphne's firm ass cheeks and to admire his work so far. Her sphincter was nicely stretched by the plug and he squirted some more lubricant around her entrance before twisting and pushing the plug to try and get the second part in as well.

There was no way of fucking this thing in and out, not even slowly. It was just too big. That's why the pushing and twisting technique worked the best and Steve was working the second cone up to its widest part. After that hurdle, the rest should be easy, as the diameter went down to just two inches right behind the second cone.  

Daphne had been nauseous for a while, but the recent additions to her predicament didn't help at all. She hung on to Steve's words about how the session would end after eight minutes of the plug. Eight minutesÉ she remembered the countdown she did just a little while ago, and this was going to be even longer.  

She had to muster her strength. Being able to endure the brutal torture that Steve was dishing out on her had become a goal and accomplishment in itself. In the back of her mind she knew he was going to make good on his promise to make her feel much more than just the plug. She was wondering what other tricks he might have up his sleeve.

Unable to grit her teeth at all, she let out another long, low moan as Steve forced the last inch of the second cone into her ass. To say that the plug was uncomfortable was an understatement, but she was glad that at least it was in place now. Steve tapped his hands on the back stop for the plug and stepped back again to admire his work and allow his cameraman to film a close-up of Daphne's behind.

Daphne had been fairly oblivious to his presence so far, being used to men and women filming her from all angles during sessions. But she was kind of getting annoyed as the guy pushed the camera in her face as Steve added more weight to the baseball bat. It probably had to do with the fact that she was aware of her current condition, drooling blood and spit all over herself, her make-up running over her face and not to mention her tongue rudely pulled out of her mouth by the skewers Steve had pushed through them. The needles through her lips didn't help much either.
 
But Daphne didn't have time to be self-conscious. Steve cuffed her hands again, this time to the metal frame and announced that he was about to connect the power supply to the plug. He had already brought in a laptop computer to run the program for the plug and was now connecting the necessary wires to the base of the plug. When the whole set-up was in place, he didn't immediately turn it on, though.

First he stepped to the side to bring in the candle holder stands that he'd used previously to rain black hot wax on Daphne's areoles. He positioned them over Daphne's upper back and installed fresh, new candles in them. He did the same with the candle stand that he'd used to heat the pins in Daphne's tits. He again positioned it under her breasts, which were now hanging considerably higher above the flames. Nonetheless, previously the flames were aligned to just heat the pins, now all the heat rising from the flames would eventually reach the skin of her tits directly. The last thing he put in place was another adjustable stand, this time fitted with a Hitachi. He left it turned off, but placed it directly in front of Daphne's swollen and clamped clit. Then he rummaged through some supplies and came back with a large metal tray with an assortment of items in it.

"Your pain will begin soon," he said as he lit the candles, first the ones on above her back, then the ones under her tits. As he walked away and discarded his lighter, he continued his conversation with Daphne.

"You will feel the heat coming from everywhere. First now in your tits and on your back. Then also inside you. But first I will do a little test."

He pressed a button on his laptop and instantly Daphne trashed against the frame while letting out a high pitched shriek.

"That seems to be working fine," Steve chuckled. "Just so you know, you will be getting much worse than that."

Daphne moaned and groaned. The first drops of wax started falling down on her shoulders and back and the heat from the candles under her was building up. The jolt of electricity that she'd just got to taste was something new. It seemed to emit from the core of her body and spread to the furthest extents of her limbs. It made her lose control of her muscles.

Steve informed her that he had started the eight minute program and that she should expect an increasingly vicious assault from the plug in her ass.  

"The plug is going to heat up to really uncomfortable levels," he clarified, "without actually burning you. Not too much anyway. The electric shocks are brutal, though. You will remember those for a while for sure."

Steve knew the torture with the device was at the edge of the insanely extreme, even for him, but he was curious to find out how far he could push this pain slut. He had only a few minutes left to administer the last treatments to her body, so he went right to work.

He was going to perform his second-to-last manual torture of her body on her ass cheeks and thighs. The end of this session was going to be pretty bloody, and it was time to add some more puncture wounds to the already impressive tally so far.  

The tray that he brought over earlier was stacked with identical metal skewers. They all were about eight inches long and 4mm thick with very sharp tips on one end and a ring hook on the other end. They were actually not round, but square-shaped.

Daphne's moans grew longer and louder as the devilish device in her ass increased its output. Steve only had limited time left, so he unceremoniously started working on her ass and thighs. He started on the left side in the middle of her butt cheek and pierced the first skewer through. He ran it about four inches under her skin before letting the sharp tip break out again on the other side.  

More skewers followed quickly. Steve was a seasoned pro when it came to piercing and skewering. He received a lot of criticism over the years for the severity of his treatments, but he had never had anyone develop infections or the like. Daphne's ass cheeks and thighs received four skewers each, evenly spaced with about an inch and a half between the pins. Some blood ran out of the exit wounds, but generally the whole area still looked pretty clean. But where someone else might have started using their studded riding crop immediately on the freshly pierced meat, Steve was only about halfway done.

While Daphne endured one of the most extreme tortures she had ever faced, he added to the ordeal by creating a weaving pattern with three more vertical skewers per leg. He started at the top, pushing a skewer under the top horizontal one, then out again to go over the next horizontal one, and so on and so forth. This method quickly started to put pressure on the skin and considerably more blood started trickling out of the piercing wounds.  

When the butt plug's program was at its halfway point, Steve was done with the skewers. He took two capped needles from the tray and then quickly discarded it. After he inspected the extremely weighted baseball bat which was stretching Daphne's pussy lips, he knelt down to administer some direct stimulation to her clitoris.  

The two needles were crossed through it, right on top of the elastrator band that bound it into a small purple nub. He turned the Hitachi on and pressed it against Daphne's freshly pierced clit. It was apparent that Steve was not trying to keep her bleeding as minimal as possible anymore. Where he left the majority of the staples, skewers and other pins in place to minimize bleeding, he now pushed the Hitachi straight onto Daphne's bleeding clitoris.  

While the program of the butt plug went into the final three minutes of excruciating torture with increased temperature and the time it was continually administered, Steve picked up one of is heaviest floggers and started whirling it around to let the strands rain down on Daphne's skewered ass and thighs. Within moments, her bottom was a bloody mess, but Steve just kept going.
Daphne didn't know which way was up anymore and felt like she was about to pass out from everything that was being done to her. She felt like her whole body was on fire, dumped in a barrel of acid, or worse. She had no sense of time anymore, only a last strand of determination to get through this ordeal. For the last minute or so, she did not even shriek or cry anymore. She hung limp on the frame and just produced an endless, long and guttural moan.

When the laptop indicated that the program had come to an end, Steve stopped the flogging. Daphne was burnt, skewered, bleeding and bruised, but was she broken? Steve wanted to see if he could get another orgasm out of her. He knelt down beside her and put out the candles under her tits.

"Bravo! We are almost done, dear," he said. Her moan subsided. "You have done it! You have endured it. There's only a little to go now before we're done. We will end with a special thank you from us to your lovely Mistress Lisa."

He removed the two needles and the elastrator band from Daphne's clit and started moving the Hitachi up and down over her vulva, or at least the parts that were still accessible. Blood splattered everywhere, but it didn't deter him from getting the job done. Slowly but surely some life sprung back into Daphne's limp body and she started moaning again. Steve used one hand to press the Hitachi against her pussy and with the other he unplugged the wires from the plug in her ass. He also started pulling the skewers out of her ruined butt and thighs. One by one they went, into a nearby metal tray that Steve used to discard his pins.

Within a minute Daphne trembled against the frame in an apparent orgasm. Steve enjoyed the sight of such an extreme pain slut under his hands. It brought him back to the high days of Pain Clinic where he had severe sessions with girls like Ana and Betta, who had become internet legends and were long since retired, just like himself. It had been a while since he really felt accomplished and he was glad that all his preparations for today had paid off. His mind couldn't help but wonder, though, what his inevitable next encounter with Daphne would be like. How was he ever going to top this?

But he couldn't daydream long. He had to finish up this session. Daphne still hung over the frame and it was time to get all the instruments of torture out of her and off of her for the special Ôthank you' for Mistress Lisa, who had made this all possible.

"Well done! Now I will get this stuff away so we can get ready for the finale," he encouraged Daphne, who only understood half of what he was saying. "Finale? What Finale?" she thought to herself as he started rummaging around her.

Steve discarded the Hitachi and grabbed one of his pliers. The first thing he did was to unfasten the bar of the metal frame that crushed Daphne's tits. It didn't take him very long to get it loose and slide it up. He left Daphne on the frame, though and moved behind her to start removing the staples that were still in her thighs from early on in the session, when he shot them in to keep her inner labia stretched open.

Next to be gone was the double cone butt plug, which he'd disconnected earlier. It proved to be quite an ordeal to pull it back out, and it took him several minutes before the thing finally plopped out of Daphne's ass.  

Then it was time to remove the baseball bat. First Steve took away the heavy weights, one by one, until he could remove the hanging rod from the eye hook on the bat. Daphne's labia had received quite a stretch and as Steve used the drill to remove the screws and metal strips that kept Daphne's labia attached to the bat, her labia started bleeding heavily and Daphne's responses to his work indicated that the removal of the screws was quite painful.
Also painful was the slow removal of the short nails that secured her inner labia to the bat. It seemed to take an eternity before Steve had pulled them all out, but when they were gone, the second large invader could finally be removed.

"We are almost ready to get you off that frame," Steve informed Daphne, who was getting increasingly lucid as time passed by. She felt him rummage around with her ankle cuffs and the spreader bar was gone within moments.

She was bleeding heavily from the many puncture wounds in her body and in no condition to stand up on her own. Steve didn't plan for her to stand up either. He lowered the hook from his winch again and connected Daphne's wrist cuffs to it. Now the spreader bar was gone, he was able to lower the metal frame and tilt it back to the vertical position that it was originally in. Slowly he used the winch to raise Daphne up from the frame until she was held up by her wrists with her feet barely scraping the floor.  

It was clearly visible that the sharp pins on the metal frame had caused quite a few puncture wounds from Daphne's shoulders to her abdomen. There wasn't any heavy bleeding, but the marks were apparent.  

Steve inspected her body for a moment and then decided to first take the needles out of her lips and the skewers out of her tongue. The needles were gone quickly and without any problem. The skewers in her dry tongue were another story. Steve used a forceps to hold her tongue in place while pulling the skewers out one by one. Daphne made a lot of noise. The skewers had caused some bleeding before, but once they were removed, the blood really started running. Daphne coughed and spit her blood all over herself and continued to do so when Steve moved on to free her breasts.
 
Now her breasts looked totally ruined. They were a dark shade of purple approaching black, dotted with skewers and covered in dried and freshly coughed-up blood and saliva. The first thing Steve did was cut the metal wire that he had used to bind her tits at the base. He left all the skewers and pins in for now; they would be the last to go. After he had cut the wire, it was easily removed, exposing the rubber bands that he had wrapped around the base of her breasts all the way back at the beginning of the session.  

These bands were cut away easily as well, and when they were off, Daphne's inflated breasts were free of any restriction, but not free of pain. The renewed blood flow caused a lot of new stimulation to the nerves and tissue. Daphne's breasts were totally deformed by their long bondage and clamping and it was be hard to believe that they would ever return to the perfect shape that Steve cupped his hands around earlier that day in the car ride from the hotel.
 
One by one Steve removed the skewers that were fully inserted into Daphne's tits from her areoles. It took him quite some effort with each and every one of them, and the more he removed, the messier the whole scene got with streams of blood running out of the dozens of puncture wounds.  

Daphne was still struggling with her heavily bleeding tongue. She was already nauseous and the metallic taste of blood in her mouth wasn't helping one bit. She spit up most of the blood and planned to keep doing just that as long as Steve wouldn't tell her otherwise.  

The last four skewers were the toughest and the most painful to remove. They were the thick ones that Steve had used as a back stop for both the suspension clamps and the tilting frame. Quite thick streams of blood flowed out of the flesh wounds now at the top of Daphne's breasts.

When these four pins were gone, Daphne was free of everything that was attached to or inserted into her body tonight. But her ordeal was not yet over. There was one final thing to be done. Steve wanted to end in style with a special present for Mistress Lisa. He knew she loved one thing above all else and that was a very graphic bloody end scene to a session.

So when he had his pain slut's limp, beaten, pierced, burned and bruised body hanging from her wrists, he produced one of his most brutal whips: a flogger made entirely out of barbed wire. He didn't even bother to show it to Daphne, whose survival mode was trying to get her through this ordeal.  

For the next five minutes or so, he let the relentless strands of the custom whip smack down onto Daphne's body, except for her head. Blood splattered everywhere and Daphne screamed out in pain. The dozens of puncture wounds that she'd received before seemed like child's play compared to the utter destruction of her skin caused by this devious device.

Steve made sure Daphne was covered in streams, pools or splatters of blood all over her body before he ended his physical assault with two heavy smacks between her legs and left her hanging for a few moments for his camera man to document the aftermath.

Completely disoriented, utterly exhausted, but ultimately feeling proud and accomplished for getting through this physical assault, Daphne hung limp from the cuffs around her wrists as Steve lowered her back down to the ground.

Once she was down, he uncuffed her and sat her up as he knelt behind her, his barbed wire whip still in his hands. He caressed her face and made her pose her bleeding and broken body one last time for the camera before she collapsed.