The last couple of days were filled, no better i say stuffed with breathtaking, sometimes funny but almost horrible activities and happenings. There were an angry neko-guy, much presence of Miss Mali, a pretty hot clown, many broken bones, a goddess and a princess, the international Rya-Day, graffiti pranks, painful surgery, acrid crystal insertions, forbidden smoking and an unexpected strike with breathtaking end. But let me tell you the things one step at a time.
One evening i approached at the couches and saw Miss Mali, Rya and a few other folks standing around with a not bad looking neko-man. After a while Mali wanted that i poke him - first i declined but did it then after Mali begged and repeated her wish a few times. I was not aware which horror this caused over the next hours.
The guy turned quickly and broke immediately the fingers of my left hand. Then he tossed and pushed me down to the ground and stomped brutally in my face, crushed my glasses with his boot and made my eye bleed from the crunched glass splits which got rubbed deeply in my eyeballs and lids.
As next he dislocated my both shoulders and stomped on my hands and wrists until they were entirely broken. He ripped my top away and ordered me to remove my pants, which was a very painful act since all fingers and joints were broken and destroyed.
He took a rusty steel-pipe and started to penetrate roughly my sex until it was so sore that blood trailed out and all my inner walls were injured or destroyed. The pain seemed unbearable for me in this moment and every squirming caused more pain from my broken joints and bones in the arms. Then as i was just a rattling bleeding something on the floor he shoved an old long knife in my ass and fucked me with it bloody - finally he sliced my entire anus and stabbed the knife deadly into my belly.
On the next day as i was regenerated and alive again Miss Mali and her boy-toy Shock arrived the club. He was a bit dizzy and slept while standing, so we had the idea to bother him a bit.
Mali took a scissor and cut off parts of his red hair until a big bald hole were appearing. The cruel funny idea we had in mind was making him a clown. So i did a makeup with white wall color and lipstick, wrote a huge "Hello Kitty"-Tag on his precious leather jacket´s back and super-glued a ball formed out of his cut hair on his nose.
I was very very glad that Shock did not a cruel revenge on me after that very funny afternoon then as the most people around where staring at our clownish artwork.
But a few hours later i should suffer a lot as Sir Bremen decided to do some surgery on me.
Bound to a table he started to cut my belly open with a scalpel, all without narcosis of course. I was yelling so much that Bremen decided to gag me while he drilled and cut on my lower ribs. While screaming in the gag and jiggling on the chains Bremen removed painful the two lowest rib bones with a medical pincer.
The wound got sewed then and Bremen maltreated me with still extremely hurting belly on the breast-nailing post with his cattle-prod. Now also my breasts were injured by the pins which was driven through my flesh and the struggling and jerking as the electricity let me shake on the cruel post.
A very hard caning and the following rough mouthfuck made the session complete for Sir Bremen. With bleeding welts and fresh hurting wound on my belly i was ready to stumble in the next scenario.
The cages on the patio got filled by boy-preys and beside me no-one were around to care for them. So i decided to took them out one by one and involved them in a few of my sadistic fantasies, humiliated or tortured them as i liked to do in that moment.
The most of them were wax in my fingers and to my own surprise i got permanently named "goddess" from one slave guy. Unfortunately Sir Dunnagh approached as the treatment to that guy was nearly done and he got aware of this curious title for me.
Dunnagh was of course not very amused about such titling and mocked pretty hard back at me. Also he forced me down on my knees and humiliated me with the command to suck on the blowjob-training-posts. The slave who named me "goddess" before was still kneeling in the cage and watched the degrading punishment with big eyes and a broad smirk in his face.
After very abasing 30 minutes on the suck-pole Dunnagh ordered Becka to bring a locking-iron from the dungeon. My face-color turned into pale and i had a vague premonition that now the main part of the punishment would start. My ankles and wrists got locked uncomfortable in the steel device and in a very exposing forced posture Dunnagh yanked me inside the cage where ravenous dirty prisoners just waited for a delicious piece of meat like me.
For more than a hour i got abused brutally and the guy who named me goddess was one of the most engaged fuckers as he had finally the chance to a revenge.
So he fucked my holes sore until i passed out exhausted and mentally shreddered in shame. There was not much time to regenerate my damaged mind then. Next treatments and torments were just on the way to me.
A cruel client showed up at the club and attached electro-clamps on my nipples while he forced me to sit on a very painful wooden horse. After that treatment he yanked me into our lounge and bound me to a bondage frame in front of the huge bed. He wanted a foot-job and as i was not satisfying him enough he wrapped my ankles and soles with duct-tape and tightened it as long my joints and bones were broken. With horrible pain he forced me to continue the sexual stimulation on his cock by using the broken feet.
After the regeneration in the medical room i needed definitely a break from Glass´n Stone House and used Shani´s helicopter to fly into the dark city of Southside Snake Pit.
I just wanted check out the folks there a bit and searched for a bit party instead the permanent abuse or pain. But quickly i was the victim again and got roughly yanked into hard rapes and most painful sexual abuse.
Exhausted and with hurting crotch i arrived the club in the early afternoon again.
I was very happy to see Rya there, a fellow captive who i am admiring for her rebelling and disobedient nature. We talked a lot funny things and mocked about the sadists and wardens around us. Also Rya declared the current day as "The International Rya Day".
Somehow we decided to celebrate this hours with very funny graffiti pranks on the club´s walls. Rya organized a huge box with spray-cans and immediately we started to design our humorous creations.
In huge letters we joked about the latest things and made sure the targeted persons would notice our pranks.
The jokes involved the danger too as they are aimed to not very funny but most cruel persons around us.
We had a lot of fun during the day, armed with our spray-cans and much laughing while doing our risky artworks.
As we were nearly done Assistant Johnny approached and bullied us girls intense. After a few strokes of verbal fighting he battered us down on the floor and showed unexpected brutality against us.
Rya got chained to a chair while i was still in the reach of Johnny´s painful stomping on the floor. While bashing and hurting me with his shoes he pulled two little bags out of his pocket and announced us some very interesting treatment he had in mind.
Rya and me got undressed and Johnny revealed now his horrible plan with us. The bags he showed us were filled with acrid crystals and the bags itself were not resistant against water. He shoved the bags in our sex and told us with a laugh that now he wanted us wet to get a maximum on entertainment while we suffer.
Our resistance was huge but Johnny tried to force me to lick Rya while using a glowing cigarette for scorching on my asshole. Finally as last method to get us wet he used icicles from the human freezer and penetrated our filled holes with that.
With the help of the icicles the bags melted very fast and with horrible pain an incredible martyr started for us girls. The crystals dissolved slowly our inner sex and entire crotch. One hour later i passed out while the floor was soaked with bloody juices from my destroyed organs. Rya´s suffering took a bit longer but also she fainted and had to be brought into the regeneration room.
While Rya got medical care i grabbed Shani´s helicopter again and escaped to my FFU Facility at Morken. For a bit i wanted familiar friendly faces without any stress around me.
I met my beloved Nolan, the supercute femboy who dominated, enslaved and owned me in the early months of 2010. Quickly and surprisingly he made me undress and shoved a big butt-plug in my ass. His dominance was still alive and present although he decided to stay in the submissive realms this days.
Nipple piercings were attached and on a leash he yanked me in the lobby where i had to kneel below his feet for a while until i was so ashamed and tired that i felt asleep.
This moments were great for me since i love Nolan until now and probably forever.
Back at Glass´n Stone House i saw that Rya has just started the needed revenge on our former tormenter Johnny. She pushed his head deep into a toilet as i approached and this was first the beginning of our treatment we had in mind for him. Too painful and horrible his doings on us were marked in our memories.
Johnny got a painful shower with electro-shocks before we hung him on the gallows. As special addition i shot a nine millimeter bullet in his crotch and one in his left foot before the noose made him breath his last.
A cigar was now needed for me and unfortunately i forgot the many security cams which are installed all over the place. Sir Iezious forbid me any smoking at the club and i was aware that a violation against his order would cause serious consequences.
I had not much time to worry about this day since Warden Jeff catched me and wanted demonstrate a further very humiliating procedure in my role as "Fat Nasty Cow". This annoying and degrading title he gave me lately and now he thought it would be the right moment to continue on that.
He maltreated me with thumb tacks driven into my thighs and sex while i was bound to a chair in the upper torture room. Exhausted and with lots of pain from the cruel procedure i met my fellow captives and Miss Shani at the couches then. They told me that a strike was planned and my skills as clothing designer was asked now.
I did my best and created two sexy tops with the inscription "No Cunt, No Slave, No Slut" and "No Pet, No Dog, No Cow". This were the statements and theme of the strike.
Rya formed a manifest and sent it out via the all group channels the club has.
Yes you read it correctly, the GnS bottom members are officially on strike for the duration of one full day (28th February). Participating members of the strike will be wearing No ___ tops as created by the beautiful J0RI Tokyo.
You can try and alter the situation if you’re brave (or stupid) enough…
To clarify: WE ARE ON STRIKE!
And to paraphrase Thomas Jefferson (badly) “we do not comply”, or William Shakespeare “go rot!” or Rya Spiritor “fuck off knob heads”.
And so on the last day of February the first captive strike in Glass´n Stone´s history started. It rumored quickly around and many angry sadists, clients and wardens strolled around and tried to beat down the fresh initialized rebellion.
My person was very quickly filtered out as one of the leaders since my efforts with the top and my latest graffiti pranks on the walls. Sir Bremen was pretty angry as i showed not the obedience he was used to get from me normally.
As i told him that Rya and me executed Johnny he exploded in anger and decided to hang me on the gallows. For Sir Bremen this is a very rare attitude since he never killed at the club before.
Bremen placed a huge sign in front my hanging motionless body with the label "Murder + rebel". He wanted me hanging there as cautionary tale for all the other rebelling girls around.
For them the strike continued until deep in the night and held many engaged wardens and clients in motion who tried with much energy to break the resistance and unwilling minds.
For nearly 10 hours i hung there dead until Miss Mali showed mercy and cut me off for regeneration and bringing back to life. I guess never before i was this long time dead and the trauma from this abrupt ending of the strike for me is echoing in my mind until now.
Too bad that Sir Iezious came up with the security-cam photo from the cigar smoking with me on it. Now i knew some punishment would follow - and i was right on that sight.
The cruel club-leader ordered me down in the cellar to the cistern which is filled with awful smelling dirty water. I had to undress and lay on the steel grill before he yanked me up in the air on a chain attached to my ankles.
Iezious tossed a bundle of cigarette garbage, extinguished butts and other tobacco dirt in the stinky brew and commanded me to collect and eat them while being dived in the water with my head.
With much difficulties and permanent need of air i managed to collect the bitter tasting tobacco garbage and chewed and swallowed while my body shaked in disgust.
Sir Iezious wanted release me then after i had done this horrible job but something in the chain mechanism went wrong and i felt back in the water. Panic covered my mind and desperation was shown clearly in my face.
He managed it to drag me out for a short possibility to breath.
I gasped and spit water but all his efforts failed then in the end and so i got drowned in the stinking dirty water and died surrounded by tobacco, shit and other grunge which floated around my lifeless drifting body.
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