Extreme Toyland VIII: Polishing Daphne

The Barn honored its name mostly on the outside, which was kept in pristine state according to tradition. Inside, however, a lot had changed since Lisa owned it. She'd turned three quarters of it into a full-fledged bdsm- and torture guesthouse. With a kitchen, living room, bathroom, three fully stocked  playrooms and a ban on recording equipment, it provided a secluded, private alternative to the main mansion and Extreme Toyland production hall.

Lisa tried to enter through the side door, the only working entrance left after the remodel, to find that it was locked. She sighed and rummaged through her keys to find the right one. Only she, Rick and Lynn held keys as the co-owners and producers of Extreme Toyland.

It didn't take her long to find the correct key and she opened the door. Upon opening, she heard a lot of noise going on inside.  Loud music was playing inside, it sounded like The Gardener by Marilyn Manson had just reached its chorus. She quickly went in and  locked the door behind her.

"More! C'mon! More, two more!" That was definitely Rick. He was yelling and grunting.

A female shriek followed, then a long wail. More grunting and groaning.

"I bet the dirty little slut wants even more!" A female voice said.  She continued: "You want more, my little cunt?! More?"

Between the female shrieks and Rick's grunts, the panting female gasped "Yessss, yess Mistress, pleeeaase!"

Lisa walked up to the opened door of the play room she heard the noise coming from and looked inside. She couldn't believe what she saw.

Rick and Sarah were both in bondage, fucking, while Mistress Jane seemed to be busy administering various tortures to their bodies.

Rick was strapped to an X-shaped bondage table, his legs spread and tied down. His torso was also strapped to the table, but his hands and arms were free, one clasping on to the table and the other pulling on a rope that was hanging from the ceiling.

Above him was Sarah, Lisa's young protege. She was suspended in a hogtied position with a spreader bar between her knees and what looked like an ass hook for added comfort. Around her neck was a noose from a rope that led through an eye bolt in the ceiling down to Rick's hand.

Rick's and Sarah's nipples were somehow connected and were being stretched obscenely away from their blood-stained chests, Sarah's body rocking back and forth with every thrust that Rick made while fucking her.

Jane, dressed only in a stained white latex semi-corset and matching thigh-high boots, was leaning in to the couple and it seemed like she was rubbing something over Sarah's chest while Rick pulled harder on the rope, choking his fuck toy. Lisa decided to keep quiet and watch for a little while. "So this is what's keeping him so busy," she thought to herself. "No wonder he's been distracted."

She took a closer look at the scene in front of her, not even 10 feet away. Jane stepped back from Rick and Sarah from time to time. This gave Lisa an unobstructed view. Apparently whatever Jane rubbed over Sarah's needle-covered chest was sharp. While the skinny girl coughed and wailed at the top of her lungs, a stream of blood ran down to her nipples and dripped onto Rick. Jane was using some kind of scalpel to make cuts from the underside of Sarah's tits to the tips of her nipples.

None of them had noticed Lisa so far. Jane alternated her scalpel work with delicately inserted needles into both Rick and Sarah's nipples. Of the two, Sarah made the most noise as she endured an intense workout of her tits and nipples while being asphyxiated from time to time. Rick seemed to be more focused on keeping a steady pace going with his cock sliding in and out of Sarah. After watching for a few minutes, Lisa decided it was time to break up the party.

"Ahem!" She scraped her throat loud enough to break through the music.

Jane was so startled that she dropped the packet of needles she was holding.

"Jesus Christ! FUCK!" Rick yelled out as he let go of the rope, turned his head and saw Lisa standing in the doorway. He stopped grinding against Sarah, who was still moaning but started crying now.

"Kill that noise. Please." Lisa nodded to Jane, who dashed over to the iPod dock a few yards away from her. The music stopped.

"What the hell?!" Rick wanted to know. "You're here? What time is it?"

"Time to break this shit up," Lisa replied. "What in God's name are you doing with her?  I don't need her all damaged and shit. You know she's in training with me, you're not supposed to touch her without my approval!"

"But she..." Rick tried to reply.

"She what?" Lisa barked at him. "She what? She's too inexperienced to be playing like this without me present. Don't you remember what happened with Lindsey, you fool?"

Rick kept his mouth shut. "Shit shit shit" he thought to himself. He remembered Lindsey very well. How could he ever forget. That girl lost a breast because of an infection as a result of reckless play nearly a decade ago. But he was only 19 then. This was much safer now with Jane present. She had considerable experience as a top.

"Miss,..." Sarah wanted to say something between her sobs.

"Shut it, dear. I will talk to you later!"

"Jane!" Lisa addressed the girl partially dressed in white latex. "Look at you.  Are you bleeding as well? Where's your full attire?"

"I'm sorry, Miss," she replied. Turning to Rick, she said: "Fuck man, you said you OK'd this with her!"  "And you as well, missy!" she said to Sarah. "You also said it was OK with Lisa." Addressing Lisa again, she explained herself. "This is not my blood, it's all theirs. And he likes to eat me out while I play with his nipples, so that's why my skirt is on the floor."

"You better check with me next time he invites you to a three-way," Lisa instructed Jane. "Now get her down so I can get her cleaned up. What have you done to her anyway?"

"I can't get her down immediately," Jane replied. "Their nipples are sewn together with quite a few stitches of fishing line and I also have some wire threaded through there..."

"Plain?" Lisa interrupted her.

"No, the Gigli ones..."

"Damn, those nasty serrated teeth will only make them bleed more. Pull those needles out first, then start cutting the fishing line, will you? And hand me the flat pliers so I can try and get that wire out. How many threads?"

"Two halve-lengths in each side."

"Damn, you freaks," Lisa muttered.

Jane pulled the first needles from Sarah's and Rick's nipples. After sewing them together with about a foot of fishing line for each pair, she had threaded them with the serrated Gigli surgical wire and to top it off, she had stuck about five thick needles through the tormented nipples on each side. The needles were the first to go and they slid out easily.

While Jane discarded the needles, Lisa started working on the Gigli wires. This was a delicate process and it was impossible to remove the wires without damaging the nipples more and making them bleed excessively. Sarah and Rick groaned and moaned as Lisa did her best to remove the wires.

Though only about two inches long per half-wire, the serrated teeth ripped the skin and flesh. These wires were designed to be used by cranial surgeons who wanted to cut through skull after drilling small holes on opposite ends of the assigned cut. It took Lisa about as long as it took Jane to cut and pull out all the fishing line on one side. The two mistresses switched sides and repeated the process. It took a while, but eventually Sarah and Rick were disconnected.

Lisa helped Rick out of his bondage and sent him off to get cleaned up. Jane lowered the still hogtied Sarah down to the table and first removed the noose around the girl's neck.

"So you like to be choked, huh?"

Sarah just looked down and didn't say a word. She was embarrassed by the whole situation.

Once on her belly on the table, she moaned in pain as her shoulders, arms and legs got some freedom of movement again.

"How long has she been hanging like that?" Lisa wanted to know.

"Ummm, must be close to an hour and a half now. I bet she's pretty sore, but she insisted she could take it since she did two hours like this on Saturday already."

"What the fuck?! You guys did the same shit over the weekend as well??!"

"No, no, not like this.  That was throat training and candle play, no sharps."

"What did you do? Lower her over burning candles to extinguish them?"

"Yeah, him as well. Only torso, though. And with her up like this we did some throat training for her while I stretched her a little with some inflatables."

Lisa untied Sarah's bondage. First her ankle cuffs, then her handcuffs. It was then that she got a good look at the girl's back and ass. They were covered in red stripes and purple to black welts. Jane saw what Lisa saw and said "That's from yesterday. Bamboo cane and flogger."

"Damn. What have you two not done with her?"

"To be honest, most of it was her own request. She said that if she was going to dish this shit out on other girls, she wanted the experience of knowing what certain stuff felt like. So she requested a full body caning as well as the tit play. We also flogged her chest with the cutter. She said she'd already experienced a session on her cunt from you?"

Lisa didn't say a word. The cutter was a special flogger with razor sharp pieces of metal braided in. So that's why Sarah's chest was such a bloody mess.

"I assume the scalpel cuttings were your idea?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah. I teased at first, but when they didn't flinch, I decided to just go ahead and slice a little. Not too deep, that will heal pretty quickly without scars. "

"You better hope so, I want to keep her tits nice the way they are. The nipple play I don't give a shit about, that will only make them bigger. I am glad you had the common sense not to skewer her tits, though."

Lisa and Jane teamed up to remove the girl's ass hook and helped turn Sarah over on the bondage table. The girl was unable to properly move her limbs by herself at this point and seemed to be glad to be lying on her back now.

Lisa inspected Sarah's body from the toes up and saw her raw, red and bleeding labia.

"What happened there?!" She said, pointing between the girl's legs.

"Probably Rick's spiked cock ring. Didn't you see it? He used that nasty thing the whole weekend. On her ass too. It's got a ring of sharp spikes all around."

"I know it," Lisa said, "I got it for him to use on Daphne once."

Lisa rubbed her fingers up Sarah's stomach over her protruding ribcage to her breasts, feeling the welts and bruises as well as the layers of dried blood  on the girl's skin. Some of the cuts on her breasts and nipples still had fresh blood trickling out.

Sarah tried to avoid eye contact by looking down and away from Lisa, but her mentrix didn't let her off the hook that easily.

"Look at me, you little freak!"

Sarah slowly looked up.

"I hope you enjoyed this little weekend fun, because it's not going to happen again. What were you thinking? I want you to stay away from Rick for a while and I will tell him the same."

"I,.. I don't know," Sarah stammered. "I just wanted to experience it once, I guess..."

"And you knew I wouldn't have any of it, is that right?"

Sarah looked down again. "Yes," she replied.

"Well, this is something that I will not easily forget. I want you two to get cleaned up, we're having lunch in 20 minutes. Make sure you're there and that you are clean and properly dressed!"