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Lucia was on the floor, naked and with her hands tied behind her back and her ankles bound together. There was another girl with her, tied in the same way and also naked. When they could still hear the blond girl that had been with them screaming a few feet away from them on stage. The show had gone on for a while and Lucia was starting to wonder how much more the small blond girl could take. After much struggling the girl next to Lucia was able to get the gag out of her mouth. She was a cute redhead, slim, with very small tits. Now she was looking at Lucia with tears streaming down her face.
?It doesn’t matter now, but my name is Alison. I was going to college to be a doctor before these guys grabbed me. I have a little brother who plays first base on his little league team. I am very sorry don’t know your name or anything about you. I am so sorry this happened to you.?
Alison was cut off by the sound of the blond girl screaming on stage. Alison and Lucia both looked up in time to see the Mistress, who was fucking the blond girl with a very large strap-on dildo, plunged a knife into the poor girl’s stomach. The Mistress pulled the blade out causing blood to spurt out of the wound and cover the girl’s stomach in red. Again and again the knife fell while the crowd of onlookers dressed in evening gowns and business suits cheered. While the bleeding girl was still screaming the Mistress leaned over her and grabbed her roughly by her blond hair and jerked her head back. The unfortunate girl screamed once again as the knife cut opened her throat. The blond girl whose name Lucia never knew died on the stage in front of her while the Mistress continued to fuck her still quivering body, to the applause of the attending guests.
?God help me.? Alison whispered.
The blond girl’s body was dragged off the stage while the Mistress paced the stage like a caged cat. She was a tall sleek woman. She had long black hair that was pulled back into a tight pony tail. She was nude save for a pair of thigh boots and the large strap-on that dangled in front of her like a weapon. After the corps had been removed a pair of very large men strode menacingly towards Lucia and Alison. They grabbed Alison by her arms and hoisted her easily to off the floor.
?My name is Alison.? She screamed to Lucia, ?I’m sorry.?
Lucia watched as Alison was taken to the center of the stage that was still red from the blood of the previous show. The two men carried Alison to the Mistress.
?Well.? Said the Mistress, ?This little bitch has started screaming for us early.? and the crowd cheered.
?Fuck you!? Alison shouted as she spat in the Mistress’s face. For a moment the Mistress looked amused at the display of defiance, but without warning she punched Alison in the gut with a surprising display of force. Alison would have fell on the floor if not for the two men holding her.
?Prepare her.? The Mistress commanded and the Crowd applauded.
Alison’s hands where untied and she was placed on a wooden table on her back. One of the men held her down at the shoulders while the second man stretched out one of her arms at a right angle from her body. He placed the point of a large nail in the center of Alison’s hand and picked up a heavy hammer.
?No! No!? Alison screamed. ?Please, no!? The hammer fell and Alison let out a loud cry. Her head thrashed from side to side and her body shuddered. Alison Screamed so long that her voice gave out. Then there was only the sound of the hammer striking the head of the nail and driving it through Alison’s hand. Once first hand was secured to the table, Alison was weak from pain and didn’t protest as much when they took her second hand and began to repeat the process. When the nail when into her hand she found new strength and commenced screaming, causing the audience to erupt in wild cheers. After this Alison’s legs were pulled apart and her feet nailed to boards that had been attached to the table for this very function.
Once she was firmly secured to the table it was lifted on its edge so that Alison was now in full view of the crowd. As the table slid into place there was a slight jolt that caused her small tits to bounce slightly. There was a thunderous round of applause. Alison’s head was hanging limp with her red hair hanging in front of her face. Now the show could begin in earnest.
The Mistress strolled towards Alison with a dangerous kind of grace. She lifted Alison’s head by the hair and spat in her face.
?Now fuck you,? the Mistress hissed ?bitch.?
One of the large men wheeled over a surgical table of sorts. With a kind of theatrical flourish the Mistress picked up a long slender needled from the table making sure that the audience could see it. With a very slow and practiced hand she grabbed one of Alison’s nipples and pulled her tiny tit out as far as it would go. Then she placed the needle at the top of Alison’s tit and impaled it so that the point of the needle came out the bottom. Alison actually howled as the needle penetrated her. A single drop of blood fell from the end of the needle and splashed onto the floor. A second needle was stuck through Alison’s tit from side to side. Then a third was pushed through diagonally, and finally a fourth was pushed through her tit making an X. With four long needles pushed though a single tit Alison was already starting to show signs of giving out. Her head was hanging to the side and her screams had become a quite steady sob.
?Not time for that yet.? Declared the Mistress, ?These good people want a show!?
There was a round of applause while one of the men brought out a syringe and injected Alison with a stimulant. With a wild jolt Alison jerked against the nails that were holding her to the upturned table. She screamed long and loud and thrashed against her restraints.
?Now!? said the Mistress, ?The show can continue.?
Four more needles were pushed into Alison’s other tit with renewed screams and wails. After that both of her nipples were also pierced with thick safety pins. With the stimulant wearing off and Alison once again succumbing to pain and exhalation it was time to move the show to its climax. The Mistress shoved her strap-on into Alison’s pussy. It was very large and ringed with metal barbs that cut and tore Alison’s tender pussy with each thrust in and out. Alison’s screamed with renewed vigor as she was fucked violently by the sadistic Mistress. The Mistress actually came while she raped Alison with her painful tool. Exhilarated from the orgasm, the Mistress jerked her strap-on from Alison’s pussy, bringing out a spray of blood with it.
?End this!? the Mistress cried.
Seemingly from nowhere one of the large men swung an axe that crashed into the table, severing Alison’s head from her body. The head fell to the floor with a thud. Alison’s eyes looked around for a few seconds an her jaw moved up and down, but within a few seconds the movement of the jaw had stopped moving and her eyes glazed over. Her body was still twitching on the table and the crowd of onlookers was absolutely roaring. Lucia saw all of this from her vantage point beside the stage. The she saw the two men coming for her.
Lucia was brought before the Mistress and her gag removed, but she didn’t speak like Alison had. An indication to the Mistress that this one had learned its lesson. Lucia was placed on the table and her hands and feet were nailed to it, just like Alison had been, and the blond girl before her. She screamed and cried and thrashed against her captors, but it was no use. She was still screaming as the table was turned on its side and she saw the faces in the audience of the first time. They were well dressed and stood sipping wine eager to see her tortured to death.
The Mistress selected her tools and went straight to work. First there were the hooks. Very similar to fishhooks, these barded metal hooks were pushed into Lucia’s tits just behind each nipple. Lucia slummed on the table, held up only by the nails in her hands. She was panting and struggling to deal with the pain. She had been hurt before, but it was never something she enjoyed. She toyed for a bit with the idea that many girls fantasized about this sort of thing, and believed that they would actually enjoy this. Idiots she thought. If this is what gets them wet, they can have it.
She felt like her tits were going to be ripped off when the Mistress hung the first weight off one tit and then the other. On some level she wanted to just give in, to let the pain take her and allow the chips to fall where they may, but she was stronger than that. She was determined to fight this as long as possible, even if she knew it was a losing battle. Still she was determined to fight it. She held in her screams as much as possible, gritting her teeth instead. She kept her eyes open and watched the heavy weights dangling from her tits, stretching them further than she would have thought possible. She watched the Mistress as she selected her next tools. It was needles again, similar to the ones that had been used on Alison. Thinking about that caused Lucia to notice that the Mistress’s strap-on was still wet with Alison’s blood.
Unlike Alison, these needles were not intended for Lucia’s tits. The Mistress knelt in from of her and pushed the first needle through her labia. Again and again, more needles were inserted into her lips. She recommenced screaming and thrashing while the crowd clapped and cheered. All the pain and attention to her pussy did have a most likely unforeseen effect on Lucia. As the sixth or so needled was inserted, she came. She hardly noticed it, but it was still there, just below the pain. If anyone noticed the slightly different tone of her last scream, or the slight quiver through her body, no one seemed to understand that it was any different from the screaming and thrashing she’d been doing the last hour or so.
The Mistress rose to her feet and looked Lucia squarely in the eye.
?Still with me slut?? Her voice was surprisingly sweet all things considering.
?Just hanging around,? Lucia gasped. That bit of self depreciating sarcasm sapped the last of Lucia’s strength. She wasn’t going to be able to last much longer and she knew it. The Mistress smiled.
?I only have one needle left.? She put on a fake pout. ?Where do you think I should put it??
?Please don’t.? Lucia whispered. ?Please.?
?Well, since you did say please.? The Mistress knelt once again. Lucia felt her clit being squeezed between the Mistresses figures. She couldn’t fight it any longer, she simply hung by the nails, breathing deeply waiting for it to come. The crowd was holding its breath in anticipation. She felt the tip of the needle against her clit, needing only one good push.
?I hope you’re ready for this.? The Mistress smirked.
?Please...?
***
The room was dark but for the lights focused on the stage. The floor was littered with dead bodies in business suits and evening dresses. Blood was mixing on the floor with wine. The room was mostly quiet now. The screams were all quiet now. The only sounds were coming from the stage.
The Mistress was crawling across the stage. Her legs were broken and she was pulling herself along using only her arms. The nude girl stood on the stage behind her, blood still dripping from the holes in her hands. Her eyes were glazed over, and she had a blank expression on her face. Shadows seemed to play across her body in such a way that it looked like they were moving. The Mistress was trying to crawl away from her, but was having trouble getting over the body of one of the very large men that had assisted her.
?Where are you going?? Lucia asked. She quickly caught up with the Mistress in only a couple of strides and lifted her up by her hair. An impressive feat considering that she was much shorter than the Mistress, who’s mangled legs were dangling uselessly under her. The Mistress was dragged to the center of the stage near what was left of the table. She was face down in a pool of her victim’s blood. Lucia put her knee in the Mistress’s back with such force that ribs were broken.
?This sort of thing is typically not my style.? Said Lucia, ?But since you seem to enjoy it so much, I’ll play along.? On the floor was the knife that was used to kill the blond girl at the beginning of the show. The Mistress felt the tip of the blade poised against the entrance of her asshole. She tried to crawl away but Lucia held her in place.
?Don’t do this.? begged the Mistress.
?Really? Begging already? You really are pathetic aren’t you?? The blade was pushed in to the hilt, Cutting the Mistress’s ass along the way and puncturing the bottom of her intestines. She lay on the floor sobbing with the handle of the knife sticking out of her bleeding ass. Lucia let her lay there for a while so she could really appreciate the feeling, before she twisted the knife and pulled it roughly out of the Mistress’s ass. Lucia flipped the Mistress over onto her back, and delivered a very hard kick to the Mistresses cunt. Next the knife was used to slice off the Mistress’s tits. Lucia wasted no time here, moving like a practiced butcher. Within a matter of seconds the Mistress’s tits were gone and two bleeding wound were on her chest in their place.
It was almost over. Lucia cut off the Mistress’s ridiculous strap on and placed the blade of the knife along the spilt of her pussy. With a slow motion she started cutting upward. She sliced the mistress’s clit in half as she went. Opened up her stomach and moved upward across her chest. She only stopped when she got to the base of the Mistress’s throat.
The Mistress lay on her back convulsing. She would die soon, if Lucia let her take that long that is.
?I hope you’re ready for this.?
Without another word Lucia plunged the knife into the Mistress’s throat. The Mistress shuddered and convulsed but made no protest besides the wet gurgles that were coming from her mouth.
Lucia walked off the stage. She dressed herself in one of the dresses from a corps and then walked out into the clear night air.
End
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