Temple of Torture

DISCLAIMER:

1. This story is fiction.

2. This story is FICTION!

3. The author doesn’t endorse or play down violence and brutality

of any kind against living beings in general and females

in special. The author insists on the consumption only by

those legally of age and where ADULT MATERIAL isn’t prohibited

by law. If you get offended by those topics, stop reading.

Venom, April 2007

Synopsis:

After some initial pain-play, the real interrogation and punishment of a slavegirl start, including a number of extreme tortures.

Temple of Torture

In the centre of the dreadful area the ominous grey complex overlook the surrounding houses, huts and squares.

The modernised building based on the concrete remains of a WW II-

shelter system, filled with all details of medieval dungeons.

A labyrinth of horrible pains for tormented souls,

a true Temple of Torture.

I.

“Arrrrrrrrghhh-aaaaaaaaahhh!”

“Still nothing to say, slut?” The Grand Mistress circled Her graceful victim, the six-inch heels of Her knee-high boots were clicking cruelly on the tiled floor. Her fire-red hair waved over Her shoulders with every step.

The naked slavegirl, a charming 18 years old Italian named Vanessa, was awfully imprisoned in a so-called fuck-cradle.

In upright, kneeling position, her arms were at the shoulders,

her wide spread legs at the knees trapped in a pillory-like wooden device behind her.

Being hold 30 inches above the cold floor, her eyes at the same level as the Grand Mistress’ ones, Vanessa was forced to endure her whole body weight on her shins resting on small wooden edges,

and on her shoulders, strained by her right-angled backward arched arms.

Again, the Grand Mistress was standing in front of her, the black latex catsuite gleaming on Her perfect body, the horrible steel switch tapping on the brutal tightened, sharp teethed and heavy weighted clamps on Vanessa’s nipples.

“Nnnggthhh!”, Vanessa moaned trough clenched teeth.

The Grand Mistress repeated the treatment on the similar designed pussy clamps.

“Annngh-aahhhh!”

The nightmarish clamp on Vanessa’s clitoris:

“Waahhh-haarrrg….ooouhhhh”, a frantic breathing-in, “Ho-oouuhh!”

A demonic whistle cut the air in the large Torture Hall, and the steel switch landed in the fear-sweaty slave-flesh of Vanessa’s tits.

Like the fourteen before, this kiss of the flexible metal painted a weal of red fire on her breasts, freeing tears of slut-blood on the impact point and crossings.

And like the fourteen kisses before, this one freed a stone-cracking scream:

“Arrrrrrrrghhh-aaaaaaaaahhh!”

Vanessa’s slim body, despite of the cool air, was covered with sweat, burning in her wounds and mixing with fresh blood. Her blond, slightly curled hair, a give from her German-descended mother, clung to her shoulders and to the torture cradle.

Her blue eyes were fogged by pain, but she still refused to talk,

to give the Grand Mistress the name of her female lover.

Grand Mistress Gillian was getting used to the fact, that lesbian sex was practised occasionally among Her many hundreds of painslavegirls, and She punished each and every guilty (and a lot of innocent) slut most cruelly. Not that Grand Mistress Gillian was averse from the lovemaking of Lesbos, but the word “pain” in

“painslavegirl” doesn’t harmonise with sexual pleasure, don’t You think so?

But three days ago, one of the Mistresses had informed Her about a serious love-relationship between this uncooperative torture toy

Vanessa and a still unknown second slavegirl.

The thought of something like this was grotesque and obscene, it was an assault on the core of Grand Mistress Gillian’s reign.

There were only one measure and one punishment.

Eight month ago the Grand Mistress had been physically attacked by an ungrateful slutbitchwhorecunt named Kate.

Kate had been dragged into one of the specially equipped rooms in

Grand Mistress Gillian’s Temple of Torture and worked over for ten solid days without any break by the Grand Mistress and three of Her cruellest Mistresses. Due to the soundproofed design of the Torture Halls, the endless screams of the strong, beautiful slave had been transmitted by loudspeakers to the farest corners of the slave lairs. Half past death, Kate had been released to recover, but only to face more torments.

Since then every new developed torture device was first tested and fully used on Kate’s pain-trained flesh.

In regular intervals and every time the Grand Mistress was in the mood, Kate presented her sexy voice in unbelievable agonies, sometimes via loudspeaker to remember the slavegirls that

Grand Mistress Gillian didn’t forget.

That’s how You deal with rebellious slavesluts.

And that’s how the Grand Mistress planed to deal with Vanessa and her secret lover.

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Grand Mistress Gillian’s latex-covered fingers played sensually with the metal-imprisoned nipples of Vanessa, tugged on the round lead weights and listened to the suppressed yelps.

The Grand Mistress knew that the pain She was inflicting by this action, as sharp as it was, wouldn’t make the sweet slut talk.

It was just for fun.

Letting the weights swing, the Grand Mistress reached out for the

tightening-screws on both nipple clamps and twisted them clockwise

to the stop in one motion.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrhaaaaaa!”

Vanessa’s voice cracked, as her nipples were totally crushed, bursting under the pressure and letting an amazing amount of blood gushing out over her breasts and belly.

This was no fun.

Pleased with the result of this vicious nipple play, the Grand Mistress touched the slavegirl’s labial clamps.

“Ooouu…”

Grand Mistress Gillian screwed the clamps almost shut.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgggg-ghaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Down to Vanessa’s clitoris.

“No…NO! Please, don’t, Grand Mistress!

PLEASE!…NOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!”

Grand Mistress Gillian smiled as She slowly closed the tight clamp even tighter. This was the first time during this session that the slavegirl had begged for mercy, but not the last time for sure.

This was fun, indeed.

“You know what I want, little slave.”

“I CAN´T!…PLEASE!”

One swift motion, and the organic centre of Vanessa’s sexuality was crushed almost beyond repair.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUURRRGGGHHH!”

A hot stream of urine shot out of the victim’s pussy and although Grand Mistress Gillian moved Her arm backward with the reflex of a tigress, some drops sprinkled Her gloved hand.

“You disgusting, filthy whore. You will pay dearly for that!

Pissing on my floor. PISSING ON ME!”

The Grand Mistress left and let Vanessa sobbing in agony.

The urine under the unfortunate slavegirl getting refined with some drops of cunt-blood, but Vanessa’s labia and clitoris weren’t as heavy wounded as her nipples. It wasn’t the attempt of the Grand Mistress to destroy the seats of the most pain-sensible nerves in the female body. And the nipples, especially Vanessa’s highly trained ones, could still take a much worse treatment.

Ice-cold water hauled the poor captive back to full consciousness. A dark haired slavegirl hosed Vanessa, trying not to picture herself in the situation of the Italo-German beauty. Then she cleaned and dried the soiled tiles.

Grand Mistress Gillian leaned on a torture rack, playing with a kind of small glass rod, letting it wander and swirl around the fingers of Her right hand. A second slave, strawberry-blonde, maybe at the age of 25 and as naked as the first one, was sucking the piss-sprayed left hand clean and precautionary licking the boots including soles, searching with her tongue for any traces of urine.

As both slavegirls had fulfilled their tasks to Grand Mistress Gillian’s satisfaction, they were dismissed and left the place of pain with the speed of sound.

The Grand Mistress approached Vanessa and watched the tremors rushing through the slave’s body, caused by her cramped muscles.

The trembling let the clamp weights swing sexily in the rhythm of Vanessa’s fear, sending out additional waves of agony.

Putting the glass rod next to some other equipment on a nearby table, Grand Mistress Gillian stroke with Her left hand Vanessa’s wet hair.

“Poor little one. Let me ease your pain.”

Knowing what that means, the slavegirl braved herself.

“OOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

By opening the clit-clamp the Grand Mistress guided fresh blood in the tortured organ and extracted fresh, boiling agony. Without having opened the clamp fully, She ripped the mean device from Vanessa’s flesh.

“AAAAAAAUUUUOORrrgccc…”, the victim’s voice failed.

Croaking noises gushed out of Vanessa’s throat as the Grand Mistress opened her shaven pussy, stretching the lips by pulling on the horrible clamps. She fixed the clamps to the slave’s thighs with barbed wire from the nearby table.

Vanessa was shaking uncontrollably in a fog of pain and first tickles of blood appeared on her thighs.

Another device was taken from the table.

“I don’t think that you want to tell me something, so open up, slut.”

The red rubber ball of the gag harness was nearly two inches in diameter and it almost dislocated her jaw as Grand Mistress Gillian shoved it roughly into her mouth. But Vanessa knew better than to resist as the Grand Mistress owned some interesting mechanical devices which could be used to open up an unwilling slave-mouth. To ANY size!

Grand Mistress Gillian led harness straps horizontally around the slave’s head, over the forehead and under the chin. Buckling each one as tight as possible and then much tighter, She forced the awful ball gag even deeper into Vanessa’s mouth.

Effectively silenced, the blonde beauty had to watch the Grand Mistress igniting a soldering lamp on the table of toys.

She took the thin glass rod on one end with two fingers and let the first three quarters of length gliding through the hissing flame.

“Just for sterilizing.”

Vanessa’s breathing, although handicapped by the cruel gag, increased the longer the Grand Mistress was heating the rod.

After one and a half minute the heat had invaded the part of the rod not been hold in the flame, and Grand Mistress Gillian felt the temperature rising through Her glove.

“A little longer…we don’t want your urethra or bladder getting infected, don’t we?”

Squeaking sounds leaking out around the gag confirmed that the slavegirl had made out what she was in for.

Grand Mistress Gillian took the rod out of the flame.

“It’s real hot, I hope the heat doesn’t damage the latex of my glove”, She thought.

Approaching Vanessa, She disclaimed:

“The rod’s diameter is 1/8 of an inch; about 6 millimetres, for you. In my hand, it is thin, but inside your urethra… well, you can tell me afterwards.”

With this words She guided the glass rod to Vanessa’s pussy and forcefully into her urethra.

The slave obviously had found her voice again as inhuman howls rang trough the gag.

Excruciatingly stretching the sensitive tissue with glassy heat, the rod travelled slowly into the screaming body and broke through the entrance muscle into Vanessa’s bladder.

Behind her gag, the poor victim screamed like a madwoman, leaving no air for breathing in her lungs. To her, the glass rod seems to be red hot, melting her innermost abdomen to a boiling mixture of blood and piss.

After listening to the sweet muffled screams for some seconds, the Grand Mistress pulled out the rod slowly, making sure that every inch of the urethra was long enough in contact which the hottest part of the glass to burst out in agony. Just before the rod left the slave’s cramping body, Grand Mistress Gillian rammed it back home in one push, being able to even increase Vanessa’s howling.

For long minutes, She fucked the girl’s piss-tube mercilessly.

Then She let the rod sticking all the way up into the bladder, holding in the blood and urine which had appeared during the fucking.

Grand Mistress Gillian called the strawberry-blonde slavegirl and let her clean her hand again while watching Vanessa suffering in aftershocks of her ordeal; she was sunken in her own world of pain.

The Grand Mistress dismissed the cleaning slave once again, grabbed the steel switch and lashed it most violently onto Vanessa’s still brutally clamped nipples.

Every muscle in the slave’s body tightened and the sound through her gag was beyond de***********ion.

Fresh blood shoot out between the metal parts of the murderous clamps, covered anew the excellently shaped breasts and so the hellish steel whip.

“Back to reality?