Oh Dear, I'm afraid we made a bit of a mess of her. While I was away, poor little Sarah had some serious attention from my red-headed slave. After beating her around for a short while to knock the fight out of her, my jealous lover indulged herself quite freely with her rival's body. When I returned and found poor Sarah impaled arse and mouth being roasted over the fire, I decided that my lover had probably gone a bit too far with her revenge. After all, I wanted her to have a toy, not a main course. Sarah, who was utterly terrified, kept trying to plead with me as the spit rotated over the fire. Her dress was black, charred and her stockings had partially melted. I gave the redhead a look that conveyed my displeasure. She gulped as she realised that the blonde wasn't the only one who was for a rough evening. I hoisted Sarah's slim form down from the roasting spit and carried her prone and unresisting body into the bathroom. I tied her hands above her head to the shower nozzle and turned the cold tap full on. Cold water on the burns might be unpleasant but it was the best way of making sure she didn't need a trip to the hospital. I had other plans for her this evening. Sarah's body was wracked with huge, shivering sobs as the water surged over her singed flesh. She wasn't sure whether to be relieved that she wasn't going to be roasted and eaten or frightened that I saved her for some other terrible fate. Initially, the water was soothing on her burned skin, but soon she was shivering terribly. A slim woman's ribs make an excellent heat exchanger and turned blue with cold. Her teeth chattered as she pleaded with me to turn the water off. She really needed a bit longer under the shower, so I cut the remains of her soggy, ruined clothes off her with a pair of bathroom scissors. She stood as still as she could, hoping that I wouldn't stab her. I managed to avoid all but the lightest of nicks in her skin except where the stockings melted, where I had to tear off a few square inches of skin. The redhead watched from the door, biting her lip anxiously in case she were to be noticed. I turned the shower off. "Sarah." I addressed her for the first time since coming home. "I know your deepest desires, perhaps even better than you know them yourself. I sense your needs, your burning passion. I am going to offer you a single chance. Do you wish to enter this household as a permanent slave?" I did not offer an alternative to the bedraggled blonde girl hanging from the shower fixture. Somehow, she knew that the alternative was to go back on the spit or be left to the tender mercies of the redhead bitch. What choice was there? "Yes." "Yes?" "Yes!" "'Yes, my lord', you little bitch, and don't you forget it! That is your first demerit. I am sure it will not be your last. Usually, demerits are dealt with each evening before we retire. A single demerit is worth ten minutes of continuous punishment. Any demerits I do not choose to enforce on a given day will be carried over the weekend, when you receive your Sunday morning fucking. Do you understand that?" "Yes. My master!" "Two demerits, little bitch. You will address me as 'My lord'. That's already twenty minutes down in the cellar for you this evening. Let me explain your station somewhat further." At this point, I unclipped Sarah from the shower and led her by the hand into the bedroom. The redhead scrambled to get out of the way and lurked next to the bedroom door. I left the door open so she could get a good view. "You are the lowest slave in the house. You will obey any order of mine without hesitation or you will acquire demerits. You will follow Laurielle's orders when I am not present or she will give you demerits. When I am here I expect you to act for my sexual pleasure. It will probably take you some time to get to know my preferences, but after a while you will. The demerits you get on the way will only serve to encourage the learning process, I'm sure. When I am not here, you will perform such menial tasks as are required of you and perform for Laurielle's sexual pleasure. Your own sexual pleasure is not a concern and will be gleaned only as we permit." I towelled her down with a rough, stiff towel. The rubbing caused the very thin flakes of singed skin to fall off on the carpet, revealing the pink new flesh underneath. With gentle pressure on her shoulder I forced her to her knees before me. From the wardrobe I fetched a thick steel collar which I fastened about her neck with an allen key and a very heavy padlock. I wanted to make sure she was really serious about giving herself up the me, so a permanent collar had to wait until later. However, let there be no mis-apprehensions about this collar. It is not just a symbol of her bondage and an easy way to drag her around. No, it is a sophisticated piece of electronic design, something of which I am quite proud. I held the collar control box in my hand. "Sarah, this collar is the instrument of your servitude. If I do this " (a button pressed down, the blonde girl collapsed to the floor) "all your voluntary muscles are paralysed, leaving you utterly helpless. The nerves are still functioning, however, as Laurielle will now demonstrate." I gestured for the red-headed girl to come into the room. She crawled on her hand and knees to the crumpled form of Sarah. Gently, she rolled Sarah over slightly and parted her legs. Slipping one elegant hand under the stricken woman's buttocks, Laurielle lifted the crotch of the new arrival to her lips and planted a gentle kiss on the blonde's pussy. Her tongue flicked out, teasing, lascivious, licking and leaving a glittering wet trail around the helpless woman's labia. With harder and harder strokes, Laurielle's tongue worked itself between the pouting lips of Sarah's pussy and started to lick up and down, up and down, pushing into Sarah's wet velvet cunt, flicking over the bud of her throbbing clitoris. The paralysed blonde's breathing became heavier and heavier as her rival licked and squirmed her tongue inside her most private places. I pulled a protesting Laurielle away from Sarah's pussy and knelt next to her head. I turned her to face me. "I will not make you come while paralysed yet, my dear. It is quite a disturbing experience and I do not think you are quite ready for that. But I think you have some idea of what happens when the collar is activated, do you not? I think so. Be aware then that the collar activates itself automatically if you step outside the grounds of this house. If you harbour any thoughts of running away, remember that your collar will paralyse your naked body as soon as you step too far from my domain. You will collapse like a rag doll, helpless on the pavement for anyone to treat as they see fit. Only I have the portable unit which will allow you to leave here: even Laurielle does not have one of those. After all, if she has one she might try to escape!" The redhead unconsciously reached to her own and touched the cold steel at her throat. I restored Sarah's body to mobility and caught her wrists as she struck out at Laurielle. Laurielle danced out of her reach with a catty hiss. I made mental note that she now had two demerits to be worked off this evening as well, and that perhaps she should spend a few hours helpless to remind her not to get too far above herself. I wrestled briefly with Sarah, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin against mine, the swell of her buttocks as she fights me, her legs kicking. I forced her hands behind her back and snapped cold handcuffs around her wrists. I dragged her to her feet and motioned Laurielle to bring me a pair of black leather cuffs which I fastened around her slim ankles. A six inch chain between them made sure she wouldn't be running anywhere for a while. "Sarah, this evening we are going to out on the town, but for now you are probably in need of some refreshment. Let us repair to the kitchen where you can savour your first meal in my service." I attached a leash to her collar led the subdued blonde into the kitchen for her feast. Laurielle followed us in and stood whispering in the other girl's ear as I prepared her meal. She watched uncomprehendingly as I filled a large inverted jar, like a water cooler, with a mixture of milk, thickening, vitamin extracts and protein supplements. The resulting glutinous goo is like very smooth porridge. It is very nutritious and contains all the elements needed to keep a girl in the best of health. It also tastes quite filthy and bears a striking resemblance to semen, possibly semen that has been bottled and left to "ferment" for a day or two. Even the smell is quite disgusting. I motioned Sarah forwards but she shook her head. "Three demerits." She stepped forward and waited, assuming that she was to spoon fed or something. I put my hand in the small of her back and shoved her over to the wooden cabinet next to the food jar. This cabinet, she could now see, is like a kitchen unit with the top removed. Mounted at its base is a large rubber penis with a generous hole in the end. Connected to this hole is a plastic hose pipe from the food jar. "No! Please! I can't! That stuff: I'll puke! I'll never manage to..." I shoved her forcefully to the edge of the cabinet. The food cock is mounted a long way down, and I had to upend her over the padded edge so that she could get her lips around the cock head. Her bare feet did not quite touch the floor on the outside and for a moment it looked as though she was going to topple into the cabinet, but she squirmed just enough to balance herself precariously on the edge. The split peach of her bottom was beautifully displayed as she wriggled herself over the feeder cock. "Suck!" I commanded. She fixed her lips around the cock and nearly choked as a rush of foul, salty glop floods her mouth. She pulled away from the cock and a spray of goo splattered her face and her hair. I reached down and forced her mouth back over the cock as the siphoning action from the jar forced the foul concoction down her throat. I was careful to make sure I let her breathe every so often, squeezing to halt the flow through the feeder tube until she regained her breath, then forcing her down onto the rubber cock once more. Laurielle was giggling in the corner: she was occasionally allowed to eat with a knife and fork now. Today was not going to be one of those days. As Sarah choked down the foul brew I ran my fingers along the cleft of her buttocks, feeling the wetness coating her pussy lips. She nearly choked on the relentless glop as I inserted a finger into her tight little arsehole. She pulled her head off the cock to protest and I hit her very hard, leaving scarlet hand prints on each buttock, until she resumed her meal. The last dregs of liquid dribbled into her and I found myself unable to resist the picture of her wobbling bum flesh, her dangling legs, the soles of her soft bare feet lightly sheened with her sweat. I moved behind her and drew her legs slightly further apart. I inserted my cock into her lubricated warmth and fucked her strongly, vigorously, as she struggled to keep her balance. The thrusts of my hips as I drove my cock into her almost caused her to overbalance, forcing the feeder cock painfully far down her throat. I hauled her back up slightly and she bit hard onto the rubber cock to stop herself getting pushed any further into the cabinet. Laurielle looked flushed as she watched me groan and squirt deep within the pretty blonde's body. Despite all her training, her fingers started to stray towards her pussy. I knew instinctively that she was doing it and she withdrew them guiltily as I turned to look at her. "Laurielle, Sarah is not yet very experienced at using the slave feeder and has created a mess. Come here and clean it up." The dismayed look on her face was a picture as I dragged her reluctant form over the cabinet. "Sarah, grab her other ankle." Between the (smiling) blonde and myself, we up-ended a protesting Laurielle over the Cabinet. We held her by her ankles until she had licked up every last drop of spilt goo from the feeder cabinet. When she had finished the revolting task, we hauled her out again. Her face was bright red and she wobbles as the blood rushes back to her feet. I kicked her legs out from under her and stood over her as she hit the floor. "You forget yourself, Laurielle. You now also have three demerits for this evening." "Three! What the hell did I do to get three?" "Four." Her jaw snapped shut audibly. She knew I would not be easy on her, down in the cellar tonight. "Now that you have eaten, you should relieve yourself. You will need help. Laurielle, provide that help." She led the blonde off to the lavatory. I watched carefully to make sure she didn't harm the new arrival too much. As her ankles and wrists were chained, Sarah found it very awkward to sit comfortably on the toilet. Her arms were behind her back and she had to press them into the cold porcelain of the cistern in order to accommodate herself on the seat. She didn't really want to go that badly and she had never had to piss while two people watch her before. She knew that another demerit would be forthcoming if she disobeyed. But still she could not do it. Sobbing, she pleaded with us that she didn't want to go, she couldn't go. Laurielle grabbed hold of her waist and pressed her fingernails deep into the soft flesh of the other girl's abdomen. She probed and felt around the crying blonde's belly until she found the correct spot for exerting pressure on the bladder. Then she dug her rigid pointed fingers into the other girl's stomach. Sarah was crying and howling like a baby as she was forced to piss by the unyielding pressure the redhead put on her bladder. When the trickle of urine stopped, Laurielle removed her hand. Small crescents of skin came away under her nails where she dug them into Sarah's flesh. "Sarah, ask Laurielle nicely to wipe you clean." She was so wracked by sobs that she could not obey for several minutes. I am occasionally tolerant of such failures, especially when the degradation is a new one, so I waited until she was able to speak. I hauled her off the lavatory and threw her down on the carpet on all fours, forcing her neck down to the floor with my foot. I dragged Laurielle by the hair to the other girl's up-raised bum. There were tears of humiliation and helplessness in the eyes of both my slaves as I forced Laurielle to lick Sarah clean then wipe her with a tissue held between her teeth. The time had come for me to take Sarah out on the town. In fact, it was to be a shopping trip, because I probably didn't have enough apparatus for the new slave and I wasn't sure how much of Laurielle's equipment would fit the smaller blonde. I marched Sarah back into the bedroom and told her to select some things to wear. As her hands were bound behind her, she had no way of retrieving things from the rack of clothes other than using her teeth to grab hold of the coat hanger. She selected a sluttish scarlet dress, slit up the sides and held together by laces. An acceptable choice, I suppose. She obviously had no shame and wanted to prostitute herself in front of the nightlife of Geneva. I helped her into the dress, undoing her bonds only long enough to get the dress on. I tied the strings at the side quite tight in order to make her flesh bulge out of the dress. Fortunately it was about the right size (it was quite a bit too small for Laurielle, which was why she only wore it on her slut days). Then my little slave made her first really big mistake. She asked me if she could have a really high heeled pair of shoes. "You now have four demerits. You will never wear shoes unless I select them, and then they will be as a punishment for your feet. This is a very serious mistake and you will be severely tortured tonight to ensure you never make it again." "But, but! She said, she said you liked high heels! She said it would get me off demerits..." I turned to look at Laurielle, who didn't even have the grace to look guilty. She was smirking like the Cheshire cat at having got her rival into trouble. "You now have five demerits, Laurielle, and you will share the same torture as Sarah." The smile disappeared from her face pretty swiftly as I walked over to her. For the second time that evening I kicked her feet out from under her and wrestled her to the floor. I slapped her hard across the face, then forced her face to the carpet as I tied her hand behind her back with a leather thong that I always carry for such a purpose. I dragged her over to the bed and tied her so her head was down in the dust under the bed. There is an eye hook screwed in just the right position in the footboard to tie a girl's collar to. I retrieved a cane from bedroom cabinet and swished it about as I ordered Sarah to kneel and hold Laurielle's feet in her lap. I made sure she was gripping the ankles tightly because Laurielle was bound to kick. Swish! Crack! The cane left a red mark across the soles of Laurielle's bare feet. Swoosh! Crack! Swish! Crack! Thirty strokes later and Laurielle was crying and howling, biting the carpet in agony. There were dribbles of blood on the soft soles of her feet where the cane marks crossed. I fitted her with a pair of punishment shoes, 8-inch heels. The shoes were size four, and Laurielle takes size seven, so they were a dreadfully tight squeeze. They were not helped by the addition of the itching powder which burns terribly when applied to broken skin. Laurielle's skin was pretty broken. The addition of the spikes screwed about half an inch into her flesh was as much to make sure the shoes stayed on as to cause pain, although they certainly did that. I grabbed her by the knees are yanked, causing her to thump over onto her side. Another yank as she was lying on her back. Her makeup was smudged and her lipstick smeared all over the carpet. I fixed her ankles to a spreader bar which I attached to the pulley on the ceiling above the bed. I hoisted her until her buttocks just left the floor. "Laurielle, you have behaved very badly this evening. When I get back from my little expedition with Sarah, you will pay the full price for your deeds. Until that time, you will endure some preparatory disciplines." I fetched another bell jar from the kitchen and filled it with a mixture of scalding hot water and salt. Another tube, another rubber cock. I circled the cock around Laurielle's exposed pussy, teasing her clit, then down to probe at the puckered ring of her anus. With no warning, I shoved the cock past her rectum. Giving her no time to expand or adapt, I drove the penetrating dong deep into her rectum, impaling her. Then I opened the valve and watched her squirm as nearly a gallon of very hot salty water poured into her bowels. While she was filling up I took a whip to her pussy and lashed her with all my strength until her labia were swollen and angry red and the welts disfiguring her inner thighs started to turn blue-black with blood escaping from the burst blood vessels under her skin. I sealed off the valve so she would have to hold the massive enema for the several hours we would be gone. I grabbed Sarah by the scruff of the neck and dragged her out to the car, slamming the door on Laurielle's screams for clemency as the first twinges of cramp started to twist her gut muscles. I picked up Sarah's purse as we went out. Sarah was introduced to the slut cage in the back of my car. This is a small cage made of metal with hundreds of small wooden protuberances radiating into its small volume. It is so small that a girl can only kneel or try to curl up inside it, but this will ensure that the rounded wooden spikes get driven painfully into her (although never deeply enough to break the skin). Of course, going around corner or hitting a bump have unfortunate effects on the inhabitant. In order to prevent the police from stopping me, I gagged Sarah with a ball gag so large she couldn't help dribbling. I also covered the cage with a large tarpaulin. Then I drove into Geneva and parked in a dingy side street off Plainpalais, in the not-so-rich part of the city. When I opened the cage, Sarah's skin was a mess of dents and indentations left by the bumps. She had also stained the red dress with her spit. She was still tied wrists behind her, ankles chained. I hoisted her out and locked the car, then led her by the throat leash behind me. I walked quite briskly, and Sarah was having real difficulty keeping up because her ankle chain was very short. The pavement was rough beneath her bare feet, which were soon grimy and covered in dirt. She tried to walk on tiptoes as much as she could to avoid the occasional bits of broken glass lying around. This achieves much the same effect as high heels, causing the girl's leg muscles to tighten and improve the contour of her thighs and calves, but looks far more attractive. We walked past a particularly rough cafe populated by rancid old men and their harridan wives. Sarah was blushing scarlet as she was led by the throat, chained and dribbling from the ball gag, in front of the staring eyes of the Genevois. Then we entered our destination: the SM boutique. The inside is dark, the walls painted black. Row after row of bondage and S&M magazines line the walls. There are small booths where you can pay two francs to see dirty movies. I am a valued customer, and Philippe, the owner, is always pleased to see me. He came out from behind the counter and shook my hand. Philippe is one of the most disgusting individuals I have ever met. He shaves about once a fortnight so he is usually in a state of stubbly disrepair and even his stubble is greasy. He has appallingly bad breath which he tries, and fails, to cover up with garlic. He weighs about twenty stone and his belly hangs out over his belt. His fingernails are black and cracked and his fingertips tobacco stained. It is not a surprise that the only women he gets to fuck are masochists. "Philippe! I have a new acquisition! We need to go into the parlour to select some things for her." "Ahh, Monsieur! You are truly a connoisseur! Such a pretty girl." He licked his lips and surreptitiously pressed his hand into Sarah's crotch as he escorted us to the rear parlour. This is an altogether higher class proposition than the front shop. In gleaning ebony and chrome, the shop contains every item a Sadist could wish for. "Sarah. Select ten items of clothing for yourself, five suitable for sexually molesting you in the house and five suitable for fucking you discreetly in public." She blushes beet red as Philippe and I watched her shuffle around the shop, choosing items which will allow easy access to her cunt and arse at any time. A black silk teddy, a tight blue corset, a long virginal white gown that can easily be rucked up around her waist. and so on, to ten items. Of course, she had to try each on for size, Philippe and I holding her arms when was unchained. Philippe was devouring her with his eyes and frequently his hand strayed from helping her on with her clothes to pinch and grope her flesh. "Next, select five item suitable for beating you. Ensure that two of them are severe instruments. Philippe, perhaps you would care to help her get some of the items down from the racks to test." Philippe is drooling with lust now. Sarah selected a riding crop as her first choice. Philippe has her bend over and touch her toes as he winds up to strike her with it. A whistling splat an a white ridge appears on my slave's bared buttocks. It quickly turns an angry bruised red as Philippe inserts a stained finger into her anus whilst pretending to help her up. A flat paddle was rejected after a single test stroke as being too mild, and she was forced to choose a spiked one instead. Philippe lays it on hard and her bum is dotted with little specks of blood where the points bit. A bull whip is acceptable, Philippe's artistry curling it down her spine and flicking the tip across her mons. "Two severe ones," I reminded her. She looked at me in shock, trying to protest that the ones she has chosen are pretty severe. The ball gag stopped her, of course. Philippe opened the draw of special instruments and selected one for her. It was a five-pronged whip, not that unusual, except that the thongs were metal chains and there were spiked metal stars every three inches along the length. When he drove this down into her buttocks the scream was clearly audible even through the gag. Her blood dripped onto the polished floor as he ripped the whip out. I nodded my approval. The last instrument she chose was an apparently fairly innocuous whip. She soon regretted her choice when Philippe turned her around and lashed her across the tits with it. It was weighted with lead shot and imparted far more force that any other sort of whip. The ancient Egyptians used these on slaves at their dinner parties, where it was common to have a female slave brought in and whipped, often to death, for the entertainment of the guests. "Five dildos or vibrators. Two arse and cunt, one double-headed so that Laurielle can have some fun with you." Philippe delighted in trying the dildos for size. Of course, Sarah always picked a size three smaller than the one she actually got. The monster that he tried on her anus was so large it wouldn't fit, even with Philippe applying spit liberally to her sphincter as a lubricant. Reluctantly, he had to go down a size. He took out his frustration by pounding the dildo into her arse until it was slick with her blood. The double dildo she chose was clearly calculated to hurt, not please. It was about ten inches each prong, but instead of being smooth, the dildo was divided into about ten sections, each of which had a thick ring studded with rough protuberances added to the basic dildo. Philippe made her count the rings as he shoved the device up her. "Five methods of restraint." Handcuffs, manacles, black silk rope, a pillory, foot fetters. "Five instruments of torture." A rack, an electric shock machine, suction cups for her nipples, G-clamps, pussy clamps with weights. I told Philippe that I trusted his merchandise and that I wanted to test these on Sarah myself, tonight. She looked relieved. He looked resentful. Still it was time to pay up. I led Sarah to the counter and undid her wrists. Then I got her credit card out of her purse and told her to pay. She looked at me incredulously. Wasn't it enough that she'd been whipped, felt up and sexually abused by a revolting sex shop owner? Did she have to pay for it as well? Yes. "Philippe, enter each item individually, as usual, and make the description on the counterfoil quite explicit. I want the people at American Express to know just what their customer has been buying with her card." Sarah was crying again as she signs the slips one after another. "Now Sarah, say thank you to Philippe." She looked up at me. How could she say thank you with a ball gag in her mouth? Oh no. He couldn't mean that. I saw her realise what I meant. I nodded to her as she prostrated herself over the counter and parted her thighs. Almost as pretty a picture as when she was sucking the feeder cock, I thought. Philippe unzipped his fly and let his scabby prick out of his stained and unwashed underpants. He doesn't get to fuck women as pretty as Sarah very often, so he was unable to contain himself for long whilst raping her. She squeezed her eyes shut as the revolting man forced his fetid cock into her slit. The worst thing was that he didn't even need to spit to lubricate her this time: she was dripping juices all the way down her thighs. She hid her face in her still unbound hands until Philippe grabbed a fist full of her fair hair and forced her neck to stretch painfully far back while he fucked her. When he shot into her, the dribbles of come down her inner thigh were a revolting yellow- grey colour. I took her home. Laurielle was howling the place down as soon as I opened the door. It is a good job the place is sound-proofed. I could see that her stomach was knotted up in agony. The muscles around her belly and flanks were rock hard with tension. She'd been held with a gut full of salt water for several hours and was in a dreadful state. I unchained her and took her to the toilet. I had to carry her as she was unable to walk, the muscles in her abdomen were so coiled up and cramped. I removed the plugging cock and watched as a gallon of water gushed out of her. Of course, this time, Sarah had to lick Laurielle clean and wipe her dry. It was time for this evening's main event: Sarah's first demerits. I dragged the two girls down to the cellar. I thought it would probably be instructive for Sarah to see what punishments she could expect later on in her career. Although I had no intention of subjecting her to quite such rigorous punishments on her first evening, it would help strike fear into her to watch Laurielle's demerits. "Laurielle, you have five demerits, a total of fifty minutes of torture. The last demerit will be shared punishment with Sarah." I grabbed hold of the redhead who was still shaking and twitching from the cramps. I bound her straddling the riding log for her first treatment. This log is covered in very rough bark and has a branch rising up from the centre of it. I positioned Laurielle in such a way that the branch entered her un-lubricated cunt, the rough splinters digging into the walls of her vagina and the bark rubbing painfully at her labia. Her wrists and ankles were fastened on the floor, drawing her very tightly over the log and forcing the rough bark into contact with her flesh. The log is the home of an army of fire ants who do not take kindly to some fuck slut's body blocking the entrances to their nest. As I started to lash Laurielle's back, buttocks, thighs and feet with a knotted leather cat-o-nine-tails, the army ants poured out and started attacking her helpless flesh. Their stings injected formic acid under Laurielle's skin, causing instant swelling and severe pain. The main entrance to the nest was blocked by her pussy resting at the base of the branch. The ants started to tear at her pussy lips, her swollen cunt, her engorged clit with their pincers, injecting more acid into her. She was a screaming wreck as I turned her back from a perfect white expanse of silken flesh into a scarlet ruin of meat and dribbling blood. Sarah, hanging from her wrists from the ceiling, was crying as she watched what I inflicted upon my other slave. Laurielle raised her head and wailed as she saw that there were still three minutes left of this first demerit. I unhooked the chains from the bolts on the floor and wrapped them around my fists, then used the tight chains to pull her body towards me, down the log, scraping her large tits on the rough wood, forcing more of the branch up her cunt and sending the ants into more of a frenzy. By the time the bell sounded for the first ten minutes she was begging me not to hurt her any more. I got fed up of her voice so I gagged her with a seven inch inflatable penis gag. I pumped it so hard she hard to breathe through her nose. The second demerit, I left her on the log for the ants while I heated some special plastic wrap. I stretched the hot wrap around her body, trapping ants against her skin. They sizzled in the heat and released little puffs of formic acid which vaporized and ate into Laurielle's skin leaving little blisters around each ant corpse. As the wrap cooled, it shrank considerably. Two minutes into the next demerit and Laurielle's body was encased in very very tight plastic. There was no blood flowing to her extremities and she could barely breathe. As the wrap tightened remorselessly around her soft flesh, she distinctly heard a rib snap under the pressure, putting yet more weight on her chest and cutting her breathing off entirely. By eight minutes she was going blue and her flesh was bulging obscenely from the few small gaps in the wrap. She was struggling against her bonds in terror as she tried in vain to draw breath. She was strangling on the log and still I had no mercy. The bell sounded about a second before she passed out. I cut her free. For her third punishment, I tied her face up to a bench and winched the razor pendulum over to her. As she lay under the device, I wound a ratchet until the razor-sharp blades attached to the bottom of the pendulum were pressing hard into the flesh of her breasts. I loaded the salt dispenser and set the pendulum going. Tick-swoosh-scream-tock. One each sweep, the pendulum cut three parallel shallow cuts across Laurielle's tit flesh. The razor sharp edges meant that the cuts were very clean, so clean that she could hardly feel them as they were made. However, the salt pouring from the dispenser attached to the pendulum soon worked its way into the cuts and made damned sure she knew about them. Her body was contorting and twisting with her agony, writhing to avoid the next sweep. I once though that I would have to have a mechanism to ensure that the pendulum cut a slightly different path across the captive each sweep but the first time I used it I realised that the victim's own struggles against her bonds would do that job for me. As the pendulum cut her huge tits to ribbons I forced sharpened matches under her toenails and lit them, watching them burn down and sear her, turning the nail and skin black as they gutted and died. Ten minutes, ten toes. Perhaps a hundred cuts. The fourth demerit I decided to make some wine as well as some whines. I un-gagged Laurielle and made her kneel by the wine press. I passed both her arms beneath the pressure plate and tightened the screw so that she was held fast, her arms trapped . the upper plate was sculpted so as to exert even pressure all over her arm, from just below the elbow joint all the way down to her fingertips. I started the clock and gave the handle a full turn. Laurielle screamed as the pressure built up. Again and again I turned the handle, watching Laurielle grow more desperate. At six minutes the first trickle of blood leaked out of her arms, probably from the ends of her fingers. Another twist, a crack as one arm broke. Now there is a steady drip-drip-drip of her blood into the wineglass. By the end of the demerit it is full. I drank half and forced Sarah to quaff the other half. She was violently sick afterwards, as much because she was terrified that it was her turn next as from the taste I suspected. For Sarah's first demerit, I impaled her on a long polished wooden pole set in the floor. I skewered her by her anus rather than her cunt which forced her into a rather odd position. Then I took the G-clamps she had chosen from the shop and attached one to each of her cunt lips, tightening them firmly to make sure they would stay attached. Then I added the suction cups to her small tits. Compared with Laurielle, Sarah is almost flat chested: most of her breast fitted inside the outer glass cups. When I turned the machine on at its lowest setting, much of her tit flesh was sucked into the second chamber. As each minute ticked by, I turned the machine up one setting. By four minutes her tits were about a foot long, the nipples had gone black and the rest of her tit flesh was purple. By seven minutes I thought there was serious danger that the suction would rip her tots away from her ribcage, so instead of turning the machine up some more I added some of the lead weights she'd bought to dangle from her pussy clamps. I batted the hanging weights to and fro playfully, causing her to grimace and scream as I pulled down. I think her cunt lips finished up somewhat longer than they had been. For her second demerit I left the tit suction on the same setting but stretched her out on the rack. I drew her fine petite body tight, then painfully tight. I stretched her joints, nearly dislocated her shoulders, dripped hot wax over the soles of her feet and her bruised and swollen cunt as the timer ticked by. Number three, and the tit cups came off to be replaced by crocodile clips connected to a car battery. I used her like spark plugs, making her buck and jump and twitch spasmodically on the rack as I electrocuted her savagely swollen and tender tits. Part four, and my lust was really building, so I arse raped her as I whipped her back with the spiked flail that Philippe chose for her. I repeatedly poured brandy over her exposed flesh and set light to it, watching the blue flames flicker and dart over her skin, already singed once today, as I reamed her anus brutally and without lubricant. I pulled out and sprayed her firm buttock with strings of white come as the bell sounded. The final demerit, and both girls were to suffer it. I attached them back-to-back on an exercise machine, something out of a multigymn. Each girl's legs were held in stirrups with a red-hot iron plate a mere hair from the sole of her bare foot. Each girl was impaled by a spiked iron dildo in both arse and cunt, the machine being designed with a sling rather than a seat to accomplish this. Instead of timing with a clock I use two candles, tilted so as to drip hot wax onto the breasts of the two helpless girls. They rapidly discovered that, as they pumped the weights by using the handle bar before them, they could move the iron away from their feet, but it is on a strong spring and at once recoiled to sear the skin on their arches. As each girl pumped the iron she also discovered that the other girl's actions drive the spiked dildos deep into her cunt and arse, tearing and ripping delicate membranes. The shaking caused by the two girls exercising like mad to avoid their feet getting charred to nothing of course caused the candle to spill yet more drops of molten wax onto the girl underneath. They were soon dripping with sweat, cunt juice and blood gushing from their lower orifices as the dildos rammed home again and again. Their tits were a mess of white wax a blacken blisters, their feet singed and burnt from the red hot plates. Three minutes in and it was all too much for Laurielle. With a noise like a train through a tunnel she threw her head back and howled as her body quaked from orgasm. She screamed as she felt the iron plates burn her feet and Sarah applied herself even more vigorously to send her rival into a second agonising, explosive climax. Sarah's dildo had stopped pumping but soon Laurielle re-applied herself with renewed determination to ream out the cunt and ruin the bowels of her rival. Six minutes in and it was Sarah's turn to howl transfixed in orgasm as the irons touched her feet. Laurielle's sweating body was shaking with the effort and she couldn't manage to force the other girl into a second orgasm. By minute nine both girls were straining at the weights to fuck her opponent into total submission. Two seconds before the time ran out, they simultaneously twisted in their slings as their feet were once more afire. They bucked in pleasure/pain as they came and came and came. My come splattered over Sarah's tortured tits as the two girls exhausted bodies came down from the climax. I wound the iron plates away but left them in the machine overnight where they could amuse themselves with the other girl's torture as long as they liked.