As the days went by, my own reaction to the evening shows was undergoing a slow change: whereas, at first, I had found the merciless cruelty displayed during those performances to be most exciting, the closer it was getting be to my own turn to star in one such show, the more I came to feel ever more terrified.

Its only when the plane started its engines that I got wise to my friends little game. Katja looked straight into my eyes, and toggling a switch on the box, she made the device inside me start vibrating. It was all I could do not to scream my lungs out under the sudden sensation, and she kept grinning her perverted smile, which I had already learned to know. I abandoned myself to her capricious whims, and for the whole trip, the

To tell the truth, I was still in a lot of pain for the whole day, and at times I even cursed that perverted mansion. I do not want to bore the reader with too detailed a recount, but during that day, as in fact during a number of other days I spent in the service of Lady Fiona, I was compelled to as she What this really meant was that I had to endure anal penetration by ever bigger dildoes, the purpose of which was to keep stretching and softening my youthful sphincter. As had happened on the first night after my arrival in the mansion, I was regularly bound upon a gynecological chair and mercilessly raped, until my flesh gave way and, despite my hopeless

Even as I was trying to keep my thoughts coherent, despite the constant interruptions caused by the injections, a variation was brought to my torture: Midori grabbed my breast with both hands and she started to squeeze, twist and mould it as if it was made out of clay. My flesh had been made more sensitive than ever, so her every squeeze reverberated through my brain, and after some time I fainted. I was awakened in no time, thanks to some foul-smelling stuff which Monika put under my nose; Midori was still working upon my tit, and I

The manors Mistress ice-cold stare had struck me like lightning, and something had started coming apart inside me. I clearly felt the inner freezing, statue-like rigidity which now invaded my body, while my abdominal muscles kept spasming, totally out of control, like in a bout of hysterical weeping. The craving desire to make my escape, to pray desperately for the miracle of a sudden vanishing, was matched in my head by the frenzied bliss I felt at having succeeded in going beyond that last inner border, by diving headlong into torture. And above all, while all this was going on in my head, and despite the feeling of being both rigid and ready to shatter to

Then, as I reached the other end of the room, I had no choice but to look at the instrument which had been readied for my torment. I was astonished to find that the executioner who stood waiting at its side was Midori, the Asian overseer. Even though I was, by then, fully convinced of my status as a plaything for anybodys use, I had developed a kind of bond, not to say of affection, to Enrica, who had come, through her daily lessons and her brusque

She was letting the long metal treadmill move her slowly toward customs and passport control, and staring out of the glass wall she suddenly noticed her own reflection, still as a statue on the busy background of hangars and planes. It was apparent that she was extremely tense, and not only for the lack of sleep during the long flight. "Face it," she thought, "you dont really give a damn about the weather. Youre scared shitless, little girl, and theres no way to back out now". A woman in uniform at the end of the passport-checking queue asked her to follow her

When I brushed by small Bettina in a hall, we exchanged satisfied smiles, as became people who had fulfilled their lifes purposes. Checking myself in the mirror as I was cleaning a crystal showcase, I found myself to be so unexplainably, yet strongly and scandalously arousing in my disfigured state, that I briefly attempted to masturbate here and there, only hoping not to be caught out: the sudden pain which shot out from my genitals prevented me from experiencing anything but psychological pleasure. That evening, kneeling under Lady Fionas table, I was granted the honor of licking

When I was pulled down, I collapsed on the floor, shaken by deep sobs which came from the depths of my belly; sobs not of pain, but of bliss. I was to have many more opportunities to sample pain during the following days, but even on that occasion my sensations markedly differed from what I had been expecting. Every time I tried to sit down and the angry welts on the skin of my ass made me leap up in anguish, the pain was not a burden for me, but rather a pleasant recollection of the pleasure I

Despite my tight bondage, I shuddered when the touch of Midoris hands on my breasts pulled me out of these thoughts. Ruthlessly stretching my flesh, she was pulling one of my mammaries through one of the nooses I had noticed. She tightened the noose in a painful manner around the base of my breast, and its companion underwent the same treatment: while the woman was thus readying me, my inquisitive stare glided along the rope, until it came to rest on the heavy weights at the other ends. They were, at that time, resting upon two chairs which kept them off the floor. With an ultimate tug on the ropes, which made me utter a surprised yelp, Midori checked that her