Extreme Toyland VIII: Polishing Daphne

A few minutes before 7 o'clock Mistress Lisa finished her own preparations for tonight's Pay-per-view session. She'd picked one of her interns to take care of her guest Steve for the night and the girl was now picking him up from the Red Room where he'd spent the afternoon.

Daphne was already strapped into position. She was completely naked, save for the ball gag in her mouth. Her long blonde hair was up in a high ponytail. With her arms and legs spread wide in and X-shape, she hung from cuffs around her wrists. The ones around her ankles only kept her legs spread, she got no support from them. Her back was against a big wooden wall, which was approximately 12 feet in width and height. Her tits were tied tightly into swollen orbs by elastic rope at the base.

About a minute after Steve and his escort took their seats to the side of the production stage, the cameras started rolling. The opening shot just showed Daphne hanging in her bonds, with a fucking machine in a metal frame partly under her and in front of her. To her right, Lisa's well-stocked supply trolley was clearly in view. In the back, behind everything and next to the wooden wall stood Lesley and Elisa, both naked, save for white latex thigh-high boots.

Then Lisa walked in, dressed completely in white for the occasion. From a bright blonde wig to a spotless white latex catsuit to her matching boots, she was pristine. No frills, no decorations, totally immaculate.

"Slut!" she addressed Daphne, "I hope you're ready for your session. I bet you have no idea what it's called, because I was told you don't care to read production scripts anymore. Now you don't know what's in store for you. "

Daphne just looked at her mistress. She was drooling from her gag.

"Oh girl, are we going to have some fun tonight!! It's called 'Polishing Daphne'."

Lisa walked up to the tied girl and started running her latex gloved hands over Daphne's body.

"Mmm, still so nice and tight," Lisa moaned as she traced Daphne's ribcage to her waist, down her toned abs and to her thighs.

"And just look at those tits!" she exclaimed as she slapped them hard with her flat hand. "I'm going to have plenty of fun with those tonight!"

Lisa walked over to her supplies and picked up a braided flogger.

"First we have to warm you up properly. Then we'll slowly work on getting you all pretty and glossed up!"

The flogger rained down hard on Daphne's body. Lisa didn't hold back and reddened Daphne's skin from chest to thighs, not even stopping when the gagged girl practically choked on her gag and saliva was running out of her nose. When Lisa eventually stopped, Daphne tried her best to compose herself again.

Lisa returned with a long, thin bamboo cane. Without any remarks, she started smacking it down on Daphne's tits as if she wanted to smack it straight through the skin. The cane left very visible stripes after just three hits and Daphne wailed into her gag, unable to instinctively buckle together.  Mistress Lisa moved down to Daphne's stomach when considerable purple and grey welts had formed on her tits. She proceeded to apply the same technique there, before moving on to the pubes and thighs, which she worked over separately, first Daphne's right, then her left.

For most BDSM sessions, this would have been the limit, a bruised and beaten girl hanging limp against a wooden panel. But not for Lisa, Daphne and Extreme Toyland. This was only warmup, foreplay for the main course.

Lisa put her cane away and rubbed Daphne's body once more. It was glowing with welts, stripes and bruises. Moving down to Daphne's hairless pussy, Lisa found that her toy was gushing with wetness.

"My little pain slut," Lisa cooed. "Dripping wet from the cane, eh?"

Daphne had trouble to compose herself. Her nose was full of snot and saliva from her crying and she had trouble breathing through her gagged mouth.

Lisa saw it, but just asked "Are you ready to get started?" And walked over to her supplies.

"I'm sure you've seen the machine in front of you," she said to Daphne when she returned with a small metal tray. "It's going to fuck you brutally deep. But before I mount the magnificent dildo that comes with it, I will prepare your cunt for it. I want it nicely stretched open for the machine.

Lisa squatted down in front of her sub and put the metal tray on the floor. She picked up the first of twenty fish hooks and pierced it through the top of Daphne's outer labia on the left side. Daphne grunted a little, but didn't seem to be in too much pain from the fish hook. As Lisa continued down and to the other side, piercing five hooks on each side through both Daphne's outer and inner labia, the pain got visibly more intense for the girl, who was crying again halfway through the procedure.

When all twenty hooks were in, Lisa needed to secure them to stretch Daphne's cunt wide open for the fucking machine. All hooks had a little elastic cord attached to them, with a little ring at the end.  Lisa stretched the fish hooks out, one by one, creating a circular pattern.

She secured each of the little rings to Daphne's body with a staple gun, shooting the staples into her subs's belly and thighs for the most part. Daphne shrieked behind her gag every time the 1/2" staples punctured her flesh. Eventually there were four hooks left that needed to be pulled down, so Lisa simply hung some weights from them.

Daphne's labia were now stretched out in a circular pattern, exposing her large clitoris, her urethra and offering a deep look inside her gaping pussy. Some of the puncture wounds from the fish hooks bled a little from the stretch, but it wasn't much.

Daphne seemed to be able take it well and composed herself while Lisa went back to her supplies while keeping Daphne up to date on the progress.

"I'm almost done with your pussy, dear. I just need your clit out for polishing," she enlightened her toy while fitting her with a thin leather belt around her waist. She tightened it so that it bit into Daphne's skin. Then Lisa went back to her supplies to grab some more instruments of torture.

She produced four short but thick medical needles and pierced them horizontally behind Daphne's clitoris, two from the left and two from the right. This really seemed to cause a lot of pain for Daphne; she wailed into her gag and cried her eyes out. Lisa didn't flinch, though, and tightened a noose in a thin metal wire around Daphne's clit, right under the four needles. She pulled the other end of the wire up and stretched Daphne's clit upward, securing the wire tightly to the belt around her sub's waist.

"All done!" Lisa said. "Let's check if it's all secure enough to start readying the machine. "

She grabbed a riding crop and walked back over to her sub, rubbing the metal-spiked tip of the crop over Daphne's nipples and bound tits, down to the tight belt around her waist, scraping the purple welts and stripes on her toy's body. Lisa scrubbed the metal wire running down from the belt with the tip of the crop, before starting to pick up the pace and whacking down harder. She started on the wire, but slowly moved down to aim directly onto Daphne's spread and exposed pussy, hitting the needles and fish hooks without holding back.

Daphne wailed and moaned again while the strength of the metal piercings in her pussy were put to the test. Lisa went all around, striking down on all of the fish hooks and corresponding staples. While the staples remained relatively clean, the impact on the fresh piercings with the fish hooks produced quite a bit of blood as each impact made the hooks tear a little into the skin.

All of the hooks and staples passed the little test and Lisa put her riding crop down.

"I think it's about time I played some with her nipples, don't you think?" Lisa asked out loud, not really addressing anyone in particular. "But not before I show this cunt my devilish fucking machine toy for tonight!"

Lisa produced a small, elongated wooden box from her supplies. It was about two feet long and ten inches wide. She put it down next to Daphne and opened it, taking out the tool inside. Daphne followed her mistress' every move with her eyes and saw that Lisa was holding a tube-shaped object, covered in a cloth pouch.

Lisa started removing the pouch like she was pulling off a condom in reverse. Slowly she revealed the giant custom-made dildo that she was going to mount on her fucking machine.  Daphne's eyes widened at the sight of the tool as it was revealed to her.

When the pouch was fully removed, Lisa held the monster up to the camera for a few moments, before enlightening everyone about what exactly she was holding in her hands.

"Behold the 'Polisher', one of a kind and custom made in Hungary," she announced. "This dildo is fifteen inches long, two and a half inches thick at its tip and three-and-half inches wide at its end. It is aptly named: the whole rod is made of industrial grade polishing materials."

Lisa explained that the 2.5" by 3" head of the dildo was basically a sewn cotton polishing mop, followed by a wider shaft of two inches of rough sisal buffing wheels, followers by three inches of plastic brush hairs, running down to a long series of stainless steel wire wheel brushes in increasing diameter, completing the full 15" length of the devilish device.

Daphne's eyes were wide with terror when she saw the wire wheels. She'd been fucked with rough objects before, but a grating machine? This was something new, even for her.

Lisa mounted the giant tool on the fucking machine under Daphne's gaping pussy. The tip of the device was just two inches away from entering her body.

"When I turn that machine on, it will not pound you," she enlightened Daphne. "Instead, it will rotate the dildo like a power drill and it will slowly push upward, entering you at a pace of about an inch per minute. Trust me, it will live up to its name--and then some. The good thing about this dildo is that it will create its own lubrication, if you know what I mean!"

Lisa didn't turn the machine on just yet. She had a promise to fulfill in regards to Daphne's nipples, which were --save for some hits with the flogger and cane-- grotesquely neglected so far.

"How are your tits doing, dear?" Lisa asked as she felt Daphne's tied breasts with her gloved hands. "They are a nice shade of purple, don't you think?"

Daphne didn't say a word. That is, until her mistress produced a pack of thick needles from the supplies and started inserting them into her nipples, one by one, straight from the front.

As Lisa pushed the needles halfway in, Daphne screamed into her gag. The needles were pretty long, about three inches. Lisa managed to get four needles into each nipple this way, then she used her riding crop to hammer the pins home until just the needles' caps were visible, the pins buried deep in Daphne's tit meat.

As if this treatment wasn't enough, Lisa added some more pain by snapping castration bands around Daphne's swollen nipples, right against the areoles. This severely compressed the skin with the needles embedded in it. For good measure, Lisa also added a ring around the needles' caps, compressing those together as well.

While she played around, smacking the fresh piercings with her riding crop and pulling new intense screams from Daphne, she signaled to the production crew.

A tall man in a nondescript grey coverall walked on stage with a tall but narrow metal frame that was about 4 feet in height and a foot wide. Before he could do anything, Lisa told him to start the fucking machine. Daphne's gagged face had panic written all over it as she heard the noise from the machine under her.

"Two inches from your cunt," Lisa enlightened her. "That means that in two minutes, your cunt polishing will commence!"

It barely took the assistant half a minute to fit the narrow metal frame on top of the frame that housed the fucking machine and secured it with some nuts and bolts while Lisa kept smacking her crop on Daphne's nipples. Blood started to seep out of some of the needles' caps.

Lisa stopped whacking for a moment to give her assistant some space to work. He added a platform-like frame to the top of the standing part and aligned it with the underside of Daphne's bound breasts, pressing the frame against her torso before bolting it in place. On top of it, compressing Daphne's breasts, he installed another frame, securing it with nuts and bolts. Then he left again.

"Well isn't that nice? Another frame to mount something fun on!" Lisa exclaimed. "But we'll have to remove those pins before we can polish your nipples! Looks like the Polisher is almost ready to gloss up your cunt!"

Lisa produced two fish hooks and connected them to the castration bands around the four needle caps on each nipple. The hooks were then connected with a thin wire, which she ran through holes on the frame in front of Daphne's breasts.

The weights that she hung from each wire were just enough to put a pull on the needles, but not enough to start slowly pulling them out. First she wanted to smack the riding crop some more, making up for the apparent neglect of Daphne's nipples at the beginning of the session.

Daphne cried and wailed into her gag as Lisa targeted her nipples relentlessly and extended some love to her exposed clit, which was easily accessible thanks to a practical design of the metal frame. Lisa watched carefully as the tip of the Polisher started to rub against the opening of Daphne's gaping cunt, relentlessly rotating at power tool speed. The girl started a low moan as the wide rough cotton tip pushed inside her pussy and Lisa continued the smacks on her nipples.

After a minute or two, Lisa added some more weights to the strings pulling on the needles, enough to get some movement going, albeit with a little help from the riding crop. Concentrating only on hitting the needle caps from the right angle, Lisa aided the pulling weights and slowly but surely the needles started sliding out of Daphne's nipples.

It wasn't a quick process, however. The rotating Polisher dildo slowly pushed up to the point where the slightly wider sisal buffing wheel was about to grate the tender insides of Daphne's gaping pussy. With about two inches of the needles now pulled out, Lisa decided to stop hitting them and instead she watched her moaning slut as the hanging weights pulled the needles out at an agonizingly slow pace while the brutal dildo was slowly raised.

Just before the machine was about to push in the plastic brush segment of the dildo, the needles plopped out of Daphne's nipples. The set on the left was the first to go, followed by the one on the right after a few seconds. The extraction of the needles produced quite a few drops of blood that were trickling down from Daphne's compressed tits.

This was the cue for Lisa to start the final act of this session, giving her little over three minutes to install the instruments that would torture Daphne's nipples while the most brutal part of the Polisher dildo, the stainless steel wire brushes, would attack Daphne's pussy.

Lisa started by securing Daphne's bound tits to the frame that had been placed in front of her. The two metal plates under and above Daphne's tits were compressing the bound breasts, but not really keeping them securely in place. They did, however, feature a locking system that allowed for such a secure attachment: the bottom and top plates featured a row of aligned holes and a matching system of pins to push through them. Lisa had already picked up these pins, they were connected together with a metal bar at the top; six thick meat skewers, perfectly spaced along the bar's length. At both ends of the rod were two thicker guiding beams for flawless placement on the frame, just to make sure the skewers would align perfectly with their holes.

To smack these skewers through Daphne's compressed and bound tit meat, Lisa needed some force. She found this in the shape of a medical hammer. After placing the longer guiding beams into their respective holes on opposite ends of Daphne's breasts, Lisa paused for a moment to enjoy the sheer terror in her sub's eyes, but then started to smack her hammer down fiercely on the bar with the skewers, with no regard for her drooling sub.

As the plastic bristles of the brutal dildo started ripping at Daphne's pussy, Lisa hammered the six thick skewers neatly through her sub's compressed tits until they poked through the skin on the underside and protruded about an inch under their corresponding holes in the bottom of the frame. It took about  a total of twenty smacks with the hammer, but it was done quickly.

"Ooh, did that hurt?!" Lisa cooed, but Daphne was already lost in subspace. Her eyes were rolled in the back of her head and the only sound she was producing at this point was a long guttural moan.

Quickly, Lisa now prepared her sub's nipples for their final torture. First, Daphne's areoles received three short skewers horizontally right behind the castration bands on her nipples. They slid through with ease.

Then Lisa used two pins to each side of both nipples to pull the nipples forward by the skewers. Basically what she did was place the pins vertically behind the horizontal skewers, pull them forward and push the pins down into holes in the frame, locking Daphne's nipples in a stretched position in front of her skewered tits.

As the final part of preparation for the finale, Lisa's assistant in the grey coverall returned with two devices. It didn't take him long to install them right in front of Daphne's nipples and plug their power cables into an extension outlet.

"Look, look, look, my dear," Lisa addressed Daphne while slapping her sub in the face. Daphne opened her eyes and her glazed eyes stared motionlessly down at her tortured tits.

"Two more polishing devices!" Lisa exclaimed. "And they're already running!"

Daphne didn't care anymore what it all was, she just knew that her pussy was already in agonizing pain from the 'mild' first half of the torture dildo and she was bracing herself for the next half with the steel brush wheels.

She closed her eyes again while Lisa continued to explain that the little machines in front of Daphne's nipples featured little steel wire cup brushes, and that the machines were pressure sensitive and calibrated to first lightly touch the surface that it encountered, pull back, then move in with a little more push, pull back and so on and so forth.

By the time everything was installed and running, the dildo in Daphne's pussy had been pushed in almost halfway. It was still rotating at power tool speed, as were the tiny steel wire cup brushes in front of Daphne's bleeding nipples. Lisa's work was mostly done; the power devices would finish Daphne's torture in the next couple of minutes. What was left for her was to make sure Daphne's exposed clit would be polished as well with a Hitachi, pulling some forced orgasms from her sub's abused body while the steel wire brushes grated away some layers of skin.

Lisa got into position with the Hitachi and started stimulating Daphne's tied clitoris with the masturbation device while watching the machine push the most evil part of its dildo up into her sub's cunt.

It didn't take long before the dildo had reached its point of true brutal torture. As soon as the first stainless steel hairs from the brushes touched Daphne's already abraded, bleeding and exposed pussy, spatters of blood started flying around.

Soon after, the devices against Daphne's nipples also started to push their rough steel wire into the bleeding skin, producing even more blood.

It was quite a sight; three machines decorating Lisa's immaculate white latex outfit with a near constant spray of red mist. Daphne just hung limp from her wrists, her constant low moans with the occasional wail barely audible over the noise from the machines. Gushes of squirted juices gave away her intense orgasms from the painful stimulation. Lisa was drenched in blood: from her wig to her face, gloves and basically whole outfit she was stained.

After three minutes the power tools stopped and the fucking machine retracted its brutal dildo from Daphne's pussy. Lisa continued her assault with the Hitachi. With the machines shut down, Daphne's grunts and moans were audible again and it was clear that she was gearing up for another exploding orgasm, so Lisa kept stimulating her the best she could.

With the blood-covered dildo out of the way, Lisa moved the head of the Hitachi around, from Daphne's clit to the grated and bleeding skin of her pussy and back up until another wave of juices signaled an intense orgasm. It would be Daphne's last of the session. Lisa discarded the Hitachi and stood up to view the full extent of the carnage around her.

Daphne was ruined. Blood was still gushing out of her nipples and streams of blood ran from her grated pussy down her thighs. The rotation of the power tools had spread the splatters of blood around the whole stage area.

Elisa and Lesley, who had been watching silently from the background, were now called forward by Lisa. The two girls walked up to their mistress, wearing nothing but their thigh-high boots. With their high heels, both of them easily towered over 6 feet tall. Both incredibly skinny, the main differences between them were their hair color and breast size, with Elisa's chest being considerably smaller than Lesley's.

"Useless cunts!" Lisa addressed them while her male assistant in the coverall started removing the electrical devices from the frame in front of Daphne. "You blood whores are going to clean her up. Lesley! You will remove the pins from her tits and nipples and lick her torso squeaky clean. Elisa! You get to do her cunt and everything else below the belt!"

With those instructions the girls went to work as soon as the power tools were removed. Lisa walked offstage to her dressing room while the production room ended the recording of the session with a fade to black during a few shots of Lesley and Elisa starting their task.

--THE END--

To be continued in the upcoming story "A Night in Budapest" featuring Daphne and Rick as guests of Master Istvan in his torture clinic.