While sitting in my office i am reflecting the last days in which i experienced the resurgence of an old feeling - the bitch in me seems to be back after a very long abstinence. As yet i am not sure how this could be happened, so let us take a view at the last incidents.
I met Sir Kragen after a longer time again and was showing him my FFU Facility at Morken. A very nice tour ended up stuck in the shibari room, bound tight in ropes. Beside the cruelty i explore this days it was a relatively light and enjoyable difference.
On the next morning i decided to make myself pigtails, my hair was grown well and so it was standing to reason to do so. This little change was the first step into my bitchyness i fear. Pigtails i had long time ago too and always i felt and acted like a brat with them. Unfortunately this new appearance caused suddenly trouble at some places like Slut Street or South Side Snakepit. It seems the guys there felt called upon to beat and rape me a bit more quick as usual.
Back at Glass´n Stone House i experienced the same phenomenon. A black brutal guy kidnapped me rapid, abused my body intense and hung me finally on the gallows.
Regenerated i stumbled into a very cruel scene with Mab and Shani. The pony training area was littered with thousands of sharp, pointy pins in all lengths.
Shani lay fainted and heavy injured on the floor, some of her toes were missing.
Very fast it was obvious to me that Mab was doing one of his horrible ideas again.
Since Shani was cut off i had to be her replacement and got forced to do the exhausting and with the pins very painful pony training too, of course nude and barefoot.
Many of the horrible pins perforated my soles and feet while running screaming and whimpering in a ring. Mab was angry about my tardiness and used a hurting whip to bring me more in motion. This caused more and more injuries from the pins around.
Shi came after a while into the scene and was ordered to remove the pins from my extremely aching and bleeding feet. Since she reacted a bit disobedient to Mab´s wish to hurt me by removing the pins and shoving them into my ample bosom, we both got tortured by long skewers which were driven into and through our breasts. We were so happy as Rya showed up after a while and released us from this bloody nightmare.
As i was regenerated finest again my wish to change a bit more on myself was grown up distinctly. So i programmed an energy-field-generator at FFU to shoot 469.658 fine henna-soaked needles at my body. My plan was to get a wonderful body-tattoo i saw long time ago. The result made me very happy but did not save me from further martyrs.
In the next stage Sir Bremen used our new torture table at the dungeon and pulled out one of my teeth. Of course this was not all of his treatment on me - i also got several long needles into my breasts and thighs before the indispensable whipping and caning followed.
As i got parked at the waiting pole after the session, Sir Mitch broke out all of my teeth by beating me with a bottle, filled my bleeding mouth with acrid toilet-cleaner and forced me then to swallow the broken bloody mess. I am not sure if someone can imagine the incredible pain from the cauterization i got in my sore mouth, throat and stomach.
On the next day Bremen continued his sadistic game on me and worked out a cruel diving into a water-filled barrel. We explored how long i can be under water while getting caned extremely.
After all this very stressful and exhausting ordeals i needed something more funny and decided with Shani and a few other captives to create a Grimly Grumpy Miniskirt as homage to our dreaded warden Sir Dunnagh. Of course this sexy old-school skirt has a sharp knife placed on the back. Also i robbed a few boxes of Dunnagh´s wonderful tasting cigars and enjoyed them delightful.
Cheeky as hell we posed for a funny snapshot in Sir Iezious' office on his private desk. I am pretty sure that our nutty action will cause hard and painful consequences.
Beside this little space for jokes and laughing i got abused and maltreated as mostly. My torturers and violaters were pretty thrilled by my new bitchy appearance and her doings on me felt a bit more intense as before. Many were upset about my cigar smoking too and so my actual manners got punished abundant and diverse.
The culmination of this week made Sir Alvise as he wanted test the stability of my new tattoo by applying heavy electricity to my body. I was aware of massive pain and an eventually death by this treatment. The high-power electricity would heat up my body and Alvise thought that maybe the ink would be damaged.
Electrodes were attached at my tongue, nipples and sex while Sir Alvise advertised his testing methods. In apathy i listened his words and knew that this would end most worse for myself.
As i assumed it came painful and deadly for me. The shocked regions scorched away with awful stench in the air and the loss of any identifiability later. The tattoo was not damaged excepting on the scorched and clamped regions. My heart stopped during the last sequence of his test and only the reanimation procedures of the medical equipment we have brought me back to life then at last.
Fortunately Alvise regenerated me perfectly since he had in mind to use me a bit longer in some other ways. It was very fast obvious what this sophisticated abuser and humiliator had in mind. A very rough and hard rape followed the exhausting painful treatment he did before.
With corporal healed body i had to be his rape-object and he used me very intense this evening.
For a while i was Alvise's limp and docile playtoy, used and abused in nearly all holes i have to offer. The saving feature on this was the fact that all i had to go through now was considerably less painful as the hours before on the electro-table.
But for sure i was very happy as this torment and abuse ended after a while. The further impressions and experiences maltreated my mind extremely and i felt that now a rest was badly needed.
So what is the quintessence of this latest happenings, my new look or reawaken bitchy manners ? I am honestly not sure or able to define it yet. Fact is that i feel to have back a bit of the spirit and energy i had in 2007 as i was known as an aggressive, mouthy and incredible dangerous bitch. Exactly this similarity makes me smile today.
Too long this natural and for me familiar feeling was parked in the shadows - now i feel it back in me.
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