Tokyo Bitch Chronicle

Arbitrary Origin - The Promised Blog-Buster

2011-11-06T10:39:00.001-08:00

This long post will show all the breathtaking horror i stumbled into during the last weeks and months. Also it explains maybe the long break i had to do after all suffering was done in the end.

After a long time in the fridge where i was cuffed by Sir Hiro i met Warden Maditta at the club´s patio. I hadn´t seen her since a while and she got promoted in my absence into one of the most authoritative jobs at the island - a warden. Maditta was not in a good mood and decided a very special treatment for all the poor preys and captives around. She ordered cruel steel-hooks on wooden posts to hang on and also a rich variety of torture tools was brought to the patio.

Her plan was to remove all our teeth to force us to a special diet - before she flagged us as fat and too chubby - so this should be change after this martyr.

A few very sadistic clients were invited to do the bloody work on us - my tormenter was Sir Enan and he choosed a drill for me.

My mouth became a bloody toothless mess while Enan worked out his cruel job and then the drill was sliding away from the broken destroyed teeth and wrapped my tongue until nearly all of it was a slimy mixture from blood, tongue-pieces and broken teeth.

Then after my power was nearly on a zero-point and the blood-loss became extreme, they took me down from the painful anal hook and cuffed me to a chair for further treatments.

Sir Johnny and a female captive around him abused my bloody destroyed mouth a bit more and in the end as i fainted i was sitting in a huge puddle of blood.

So i was forced to be in the club´s hospital zone until my mouth and teeth were reconstructed and healed again.

But unfortunately Sir Hiro found me there and started to continue cruel things on me. His new idea was a forced surgery in which he molded and built giant breasts on me.

After the horrible surgery and breast enlargement was done i got humiliated by a mighty enema and pee.

So the next long time of frustration was sealed and i got aware that i was now the target for derision and scorn.

This happening should be the last time i met Sir Hiro, after that all he retired from me and vanished.

Now i was tagged as a big-boob-girl at Glass´n Stone House and the laughing around increased drastic. More and more i started to hide from the crowd - too humiliating the feelings became for me.

Also i was finally able to return to my Horror Asylum where all the folks around wondered about my new giant breasts. There i met mister Blade after a while again and he laughed much as he saw me in my new form. He was inspired to bring it on another very humiliating level as he colored my hair blond to make me appear as an sex-barbie-doll.

Suddenly i was again an attraction for hard abuse, torture and humiliation in any form and strength.

A very scary guy named Olmo yanked me into the Snuff-Studios at Rape Asylum and maltreated me heavily with incredible pain.

Other sadists used their chance too and so the agony started to overwhelm me during the hours in that dark, bloody room.

I felt that it was time for me to return at Glass´n Stone House since the brutality at Rape Asylum increased constantly. Sir Dunnagh and Becka were shocked as they saw what curious appearance happened to me.

Gladly a few honorable members as Rya or Sir Panther gave me a few relaxing moments in their rows.

During the next days i became a bit more familiar with my giant boobs but i was still an eye-catcher for many people around the club. Sir Koichi made also big eyes as he saw that mega-breasts on me.

And then a few days later i got the next super-shock - Sir Mab, one of the most brutal tormenters showed up at the patio. My heart was bumping fast while my skin became pale like polished marble.

Mab cuffed my arms and brought me to the dirty lost street zone at the island. While humiliating me by words about my boobies and the blond hair, he pushed me against dirty trash-bins and forced me to lick on very smutty parts of them.

Then he commanded me to climb into the smelly trash-bin, strew a big amount of fire-ants all over me and enforced to stay inside for 30 minutes.

Mab released me then from the stinky painful darkness and pushed me into a small room. He ordered me to place my giant titties on a crate he brought. In a long and disgusting performance he cut, sliced and screwed my breasts until i was close to faint. Usually i had to die after his treatments but on that day he appeared a bit changed on that detail and so i survived for the moment.

With the next client who abused me i had not that luck as with Sir Mab. This most cruel man cuffed me with hands above my head in one of the cells, removed my huge breasts with a frame-saw, used another saw to damage my upper leg until the bone was visible, destroyed and damaged my vitals by a drill, shoved a glowing branding iron up my vagina and removed all my toes by a cleaver.

I was hanging in the cell for many hours to die slowly. The blood loss blurred my senses and only a weak whimpering mixed by bloody rattles passed my ring-gagged mouth.
Sir Alvise was the same shocked and worried like the most who saw me suffering there. He sat next to me until i breathed my last and made my last living-time comfortable as possible in that situation. Then i was brought into a regeneration-pod to come back to life.

As i left the hospital zone my mind was embedded in anger and frustration about the former treatments and i stole during the night a huge missile-bomb from the island´s armory.

Near the beach i started to prepare the rocket to destroy the entire club. I wanted clean the island and especially my mind from all the experienced agony, pain and indignity.

The explosion was giant as my bomb came in contact with the club. The sky was tinted in dark red colors and a sea of flames was filling the entire island. There was no building anymore, no cells around - just flames and fire.

It took a few days until a sporadic interim-clubhouse was built up again. And unfortunately the warden´s first action then was to jail me up in new arranged cages there. A big punishment was planned - this i realized very quickly.

Assistant Johnny and Supervisor Koichi dressed me in pink lingerie (i hate pink underwear!), also i got leashed with a chain to the wall on the patio and a huge sign was placed behind me which explained that i am free-given for heavy rape and abuse.

The clients, assistants and visitors used that offer pretty fast and so i had extremely hard times again.

Just in time at Rya´s birthday i was finally released from that punishment and had until that 79 painful rapes done on me. Now it was time for a long break and a distance from new trouble caused by me i thought.

From Doctores and other Bastards

2011-06-22T11:11:00.001-07:00

A long path of suffering and agony started after a curious and very cruel job i had to do on a poor guy named Rilis. I was ordered to produce a custom movie production with my victim - a snuff-film for a rich client.

Hunters brought the young man to me at the Horror Asylum, i undressed and tied him to a chair in one of my small torture-chambers there. The room was equipped with a camera and the needed silence for my cruel doings.

My victim was pretty scared as i told him parts of my planned treatment and the lethal end he would experience.

First he had to lick and stimulate my sex - then i cut out his tongue in a short but painful procedure with scissors.

But we had just started, so i made him bend over the chair and raped his virgin asshole hard with my not too small strapon.

Rilis was rattling and spitting blood while new pain built up in his tight anus.
He had to suffer in a couple of positions before i decided to invent the next step of his martyr.

Now it was time to increase the thrill and agony for my doomed guest. He got his feet soaked and rubbed in a gasoline-cream before my lighter set him under fire. The screams filled rapidly my halls and bright flames covered up quickly his feet and lower legs.

While Rilis´ feet became a scary mess of blood, burned flesh and dark liquids i started strangling him until he breathed his last. He was hoping for mercy, i saw this in his tear watered eyes, but this was not happening. The revenge for my doings on him should hunt me down earlier as i thought.

Very brutal men stalked me successful and forced me in various procedures into my own death again and again.

I got drowned, beheaded, ended up on the gallows and much much more.

The cloning-facility at FFU was running on full-power during the coming days to bring my life and body back.

But not only the death was my fate in this dark days - i met the cruel Doctor Cliassi again and he decided to give me a huge enema - and he ment it literary huge.

I was close to explode as gladly mister Cliassi released me from the painful filling, raped hard my holes and humiliated me intense by pissing on my back after he was done with me.

Then Doctor Herzog showed up at the Asylum and raped me too after an examination which made me shudder and tremble.

We should not forget the "usual" treatments which keeps me always busy while being around at the dirty corridors and rooms in the Rape Asylum.

All became too heavy for me - so i escaped to the Edgewater Islands where the Glass´n Stone House is established.

Unfortunately i met there the most sadistic client Hiro who humiliated me badly before he forced me into a huge fridge chamber for a long time.

From this point a chain-reaction should built up slightly and influenced the entire summer for me. But this is a new giant story and will be told in the next post.

Berserkered, Roasted and Suffocated

2011-06-06T10:36:00.000-07:00

The martyr continues and so i was kept busy by numerous abusive scenarios done on me during the last days.

One stranger catched me just in the asylum´s lobby and made me suck his dick before he started to rape me right there on the couch.

He fucked me roughly until he came in my hurting ass. Then i got yanked through the dirty corridors by that brute.

I got strapped down on the big table in the medical room and painful electro-shocked until i breathed my last.

Fresh cloned and regenerated i felt in the hands of mister Chinarools, a very suspicious and dangerous fellow.

I got pushed down on my knees and he fucked my mouth until was almost choking and gasping for air.

Then the man punched and battered me along the dark corridors to the room with stretching-bench.

I had no chance to avoid being roped and chained to the torture-table. With fear widened eyes and hurting jaws a began to tremble.

He stretched me extreme for many minutes before he showed me some dangerous looking rusty pliers.

My scary tormenter started to hurt my fingers and entire hand with the horrible instrument in his hand.

He broke my fingers first, then the entire wrist and completed the destroying of my hand by dragging out every of my fingernails. Blood squirted around and splashed in my trembling face and all around the wooden bench.

After that torture i was brought in the asylum´s lobby again and placed on a modified wooden horse attached to a car-battery. It took a while until my now very weak body collapsed finally and stopped my suffering.

A girl named Carol and Sir Fed cared then for my corpse and dragged me to the kitchen.

Spitted and oiled with some well-smelling spice my cold body got heated up enormous in the roasting grill.

Fed decided to rape another girl who came by while i was roasting in the spit grill.

After he squirted his semen into the surprised and obviously scared young woman, they removed me from the roaster and decorated my smoking and crispy smelling corpse on a plate.

Again i was ending up as a scary tasty meal. My few remains were not very relevant for the cloning process which followed after that supper.

By leaving the genetics clinic i got kidnapped and raped again.

First they did it downstairs at the Toilet Tower but as more and more rapists approached i was yanked in the teleporter and the rape continued at the Asylum.

Of course there was not only rape - also i got tortured by stretching and other cruel methods during that time.

But it should come more worse i realized - Sir Omega approached at the Asylum and this was for sure nothing funny.

A few harsh words later he draw a knife and commanded me to take off my dress immediately.

Mister Omega pushed me to a chair in the small torture chamber and forced me to sit there with arms on my back.

Then he cuffed my wrists while i remembered the brutal and cruel reputation of this man.

During the next half hour my face got battered and punched intense by the cold faced ruff guy.

My legs got spread while i was breathing exhausted and busy by bearing with the pain in my swollen and bloody blue beaten hurting face.

With the sharp blade used like a horrible dildo i got penetrated in my sex, surrounded by extreme agony and rivers and splashes of blood.

Minute by minute my pussy got destroyed more and my senses faded as the pain became unbearable between my blood covered thighs.

I had to suffer and scream a lot until finally the death by blood loss released me from the scary martyr.

A bit dizzy but completely healed i awoke in the hot-tub oasis near the cloning- and reconstruction hospital at FFU.

But i had no luck and got molested and abused very soon again after that relaxing.

The crowd raped me again and again until deep in the night. Exhausted and sore at all my holes i met Sir Matt who approached at the Asylum after weeks of abstinence.

The beginning of his treatment seemed pretty soft and harmless. He stimulated my almost hurting pussy and the breasts with his fingers and a vibrating dildo.

Laying on the examination chair in the blue enlightened medical room i felt Matt´s tongue between my legs and began to relax a bit.

Then suddenly i got a plastic bag around my head, my arms and ankles were locked in the gyno-chair and i had no chance to avoid the following.
While i was gasping for air inside the skull covering bag, Matt stitched and perforated my nipples and labia lips with long needles.

Each needle had attached a thin wire which leads to a small metallic box near the chair. My body got shocked by electricity until smoke trailed up on my now scorched breasts and pussy-lips. The treatment ended as Matt saw me breathing my last with wide opened eyes and successful suffocated.

Strange Scary Supper

2011-05-29T01:51:00.000-07:00

New scary details i noticed all around the Rape Asylum. There are many filled rubbish sacks and trash cans here and there and especially at delicate spots like the cruel chopping board and the new installed mighty, pointy impaling sticks.

But also new torture-devices were placed in some of the rooms. So there is now also a table for hammering pins through female breasts and an iron maiden with extremely pointy spikes inside.

Sir Matt approached at the Asylum and wanted me to show him the function and possibilities of the iron maiden. With weak legs and trembling i walked with him in the orange illuminated room.

While being inside the steel corpus i got perforated by a big number of very long and sharp steel spikes. The thick walls of the scary device muffled my loud screams and covered the horror i felt.

The floor got covered by blood as Matt opened the door of the torture device. I was bleed out mostly and my end was very close as the iron maiden got closed again and finished then finally my suffering.

Hours later as i awoke from the regeneration in the hospital´s healing chamber i had an examination by Doctor Cliassi again.

He wanted made sure that my health and body were completely regenerated after that early dying again. Also he checked out the stadium of my lately recovered clitoris.

As usual i had to be his sex object after the examination and got abused hard and roughly by the doctor.

Other guys came by and molested, abused and raped me too during the next hours.

I got fucked hard and painful - again, again and again. Not only upstairs in the Asylum, also the Rape Shack was used a couple of times.

Many hours later i felt dramatically over-fucked and hoped to find the time for a refreshing.

But i ran into Sir Kragen who wanted see all the new environment and devices which were placed lately at the Asylum. I got forced to sit on a wooden pole with a sharp and massively hurting iron between my labia lips.

After that painful torture he guided me to the new equipped kitchen and the sight made my face turning into pale and caused a trembling all over my body. I realized quickly that this room was built for cooking and eating humans - it was a scary dolcett kitchen.

Kragen stripped me while my eyes got bigger and bigger in fear of the following minutes. Then i got spitted brutally and placed vertical in a huge grill for roasting.

As my skin was brown from all the roasting, Kragen took me off the grill and placed my steamy grilled body on a small table in the middle of the kitchen. A few people came by and wanted have some parts from my now lifeless crispy roasted body.

During the next hours more and more folks approached and became part of this scary dinner. True residents of the Asylum like Dee, Zuzana, Sungin, Ronin or Hugsalot seemed very hungry and felt great by fiddling and bouncing around with my tasty bones. Kragen managed the food flow with his machete and piece by piece i got eaten away.

The Shack, White Hair and a new Clitoris

2011-05-16T04:20:00.000-07:00

The Asylum kept me pretty busy and so the days ran along and were filled by breathtaking activities.

A new area named "Rape Shack" is open to the public now at Morken and was very good visited by cruel guys who raped all girls around. Unfortunately i was one of them.

For hours i got bound, whipped, raped and tormented by anything which was useful for it to cause any pain on me.

I was very happy as i finally were able to escape from that nightmare but was not aware about the fact that i just walked in the next horror.

A brutal man battered and bruised me painful before he maltreated my hurting body with more beats and a scary water-torture.

He broke my jaws and many of my teeth, scorched cruel my eyelids and forced me to see all his terrible doings on me.

Several hard and painful rapes followed and my senses got blurred from the increasing agony i felt and had to bear with.

Then after one hour the sadist yanked me to the chopping-board at the corridor´s end and pinned my arms and legs on it.

My ordeal ended as finally my head was chopped away. Before that my arms and legs got cut away by the sharp axe the man used.

Fresh cloned and back to life i wandered around a bit aimless and got surprised then by Sir Junio who just showed up in the corridor.

He raped my mouth intense and painful for my throat while telling me cruel treatments she might have in mind.

After that choking intermezzo i found a bit time to punish and humiliate Bunny, a submissive bratty girl who stalks and kneels around me at the asylum.

First i peed in her bitchy mouth then she got yanked in the little chamber beside the urinals and i showed her the strapon-dildo for the further treatment i had planned.

Bunny got deepthroated a while before her pussy had to suffer intense.

Unfortunately a stranger catched me after i was done with Bunny and abused me roughly in the same corridor and room.

Three hours later i met Doctor Cliassi at the lost office and he examined my still destroyed clitoris.

He raped me brutal on a dirty mattress before her yanked me on the ponytail to the sink.

There he pissed in my face and humiliated me deeply as he raped me again and flooded my just fucked pussy with his urine after his painful penetration.

Later then the doctor ordered me to follow him in the room with all the cruel medical stuff. He wanted give me a treatment which lets my clitoris grow again - but i would have horrible pain while the procedure.

My screams filled the corridors at the asylum while the cells in my sex started to grow and rebuild my inner pussy-structure.

Doctor Cliassi tested of course the result in his own way and raped me again roughly at the shack.

I felt incredible pain during this hard fuck of my hurting pussy but it was also obvious noticeable that my clitoris was there again.

My regenerated sex was tested then intense by a couple of guys before i found my way to the Edgewater Island again.

The first client i met there was Sir Bremen. He commanded me to follow him in the brickstone-walled torture room of the club and tightened me to a wooden stretching bench.

My crotch and pussy got shaved by Bremen with a very sharp and pointy knife. This procedure was more painful for me as it would had to be.

Then suddenly and by surprise he broke my left hand with a broad grin on his face.
I yelled like a wounded animal and horrible pain exploded in and between my injured broken bones.

Bremen whipped and caned me extreme after that brutal treatment on my wrist. Also he forced me to wank his cock with the destroyed hand - this caused more and more suffering from minute to minute.

I got raped roughly then too and after that treatment Bremen yanked my whimpering and hurting existence out to the club´s patio and bound me on the captive chair. Still he was not done with me he told - and then Bremen maltreated with pliers both kneecaps until they bleed and sent incredible pain through my already suffering body.
Now i was finally released to pass out for fading the agony.

Burn-Down and Come-Back

2011-05-02T03:14:00.001-07:00

All the dismemberment, degrading and mutilation of the last weeks caused a massive meltdown by me and so i decided to ignite my disfigured self on the Glass´n Stone House´s patio.
For sure this was a very annoying moment for the most employees, clients and captives around - but i saw no other way to show my bad feelings and leave for fresh fields.

After a couple of days my remains were brought to my special hospital and facility for genetic engineering at FFU in the realms of Morken. It took a while until my body was reconstructed in the same health as before the horror of the last weeks started.
Now i was reborn and my mind seemed healed and stable enough for a return to the Glass´n Stone House on the Edgewater Island.

Minutes after my landing i met a cruel black guy named Apnews and also a black buddy of him. Both decided quickly to abuse and torture me - what a surprise !

They made me kneel in front of them, tightened my throat with a noose and forced me to suck their big black dicks until i choked and gagged as hell.

As next i had to sit on dozens of pointy thumbtacks which were scattered on the seat of a wooden chair on the patio. They forced me to press my butt-cheeks deep into the hurting little bastards until my ass was pulsing in pain and bleeding. Beside this i got battered and beaten on my face and breasts.

Apnews' buddy yanked me then in the medical torture room, pierced my labia lips with steel-rings and chained them together with my wrists on a metal frame to torment my already hurting butt with a cane.

The cruel guys had much fun then in the end as they defaced my body with humiliating words as "Dead Honkey", "Ginger" or "Niggas Only" by using a fat black marker.

Fortunately i was able to leave the island for a bit to remove that crap from my skin.
In my clinic i found also the right salves to curare and heal my injured and with bloody welts decorated butt.

Nosey i walked then upstairs in the Rape Asylum and got surprised by Sir Bremen who got a big smile on his face as he saw me. Of course i was then quickly undressed and nude bound at a whipping-post in one of the gloomy rooms.

After i got caned, whipped and hurt painfully with a cattle-prod, he raped my mouth and pussy intense.

Few hours later and still a bit dizzy in my maltreated mind i arrived the Glass´n Stone House again. The next surprise made my face turn pale - the most cruel Sir Koichi was back from a long journey and noticed me quickly. I remembered his very sophisticated and always painful torture-ideas. But now it was too late for a further escape.

Koichi came up with the idea to measure our weights without the bones. Horrible methods like an acid-bath or burning away the flesh on the fire-stake were contemplated in his cruel mind.

In the end the decision brought us to a very painful and slow procedure by using armies of hungry and dangerous killer-ants. So we got yanked on leashes to the beach-house and locked with chains to two wooden frames which were filled with thousands of a very special sort of tropical ants.

During the next hour the tiny ants ran all over me, covered my squirming body and started to bite my flesh without any mercy. The pain increased more and more while blood started to trail along the injuries.

Two hours later i was a whimpering, gnawed off and very bloody creature who saw a near end of life coming. My senses were blurred by the incredible pain from the mass of tiny bites.

In the third hour i breathed my last and the ants started to eat and pick the last parts of flesh from my corpse.

Koichi and doll Julisa yanked my skeleton then finally in the medical room and started the badly needed cloning procedure. The only way to bring me back to life.

Back in my old bodyform and constitution the evening ended a bit less cruel as it began. Julisa got ordered by Koichi to lick and bite my pussy with her tongue and teeth. Painful partially too - but not horrible as in the hours before.

Bloody Spring

2011-04-15T12:05:00.000-07:00

The temperatures outside in the nature are climbing finest while myself colds down constantly. Spring was and is a nice thing for the people but sure not for me those days. Too hard the treatments and torture affected my mind and especially my body.

In the beginning of the last week i appeared more dominant as it ended then as all was over. I was on a business trip to one of my outer offices and had to monitor a big server issue.

The guy from the IT-company came late - very late and his manners were not really the best in this situation.
I leaded him to my office and made him work on my damaged computer-system.

The situation on my servers became more worse during the young man´s work on them - and my anger increased with the damage he caused while fiddling on the electronic components below my desk. The desaster was complete as the guy destroyed the processor-core by a mistake. With glowing sparkling eyes i commanded him to kneel immediately near my feet on the floor.

Also i wanted see him nude now and got a few very cruel humiliating ideas top celebrate a punishment for his former stupidity on my computer. He was not very obedient and it took a while until he decided in pain to remove his shirt and pants. I had to use my glowing cigar a few times on his skin and scorched him painful while his resistance delayed the scene.

A bit later also his panties were gone and i pissed on them before the fabric remains got used as a gag. With my cigar shoved deep in the guy´s asshole i made him fucking me on the desk until my anger was calmed down.

Next morning i arrived Morken again and took a look at the freshly re-opened Rape Asylum.
This was a very bad choice i had to realize quickly.

As in the last weeks i got suddenly hard treatments, brutal and sexual abuse by cruel strangers and also familiar sadistic folks.
One thing was always the same - they wanted use, abuse and destroy my holes. Again and again and again.

No room there was safe for me and i decided to find a way for escaping down in my main facility FFU.

With difficulties and very exhausted from all the rapes i managed it finally to enter the old halls of my institution and breathed in relief for a moment.

Too bad that a hunter was on my way and so i met Sir Braedon who captured me in the big prison hangar at FFU.
He yanked me in a dirty old bunker which is known as Animal-Cell.

First i was bound a while to a wooden horse before the dangerous looking man started to undress me. I got peanut-butter between my legs and then he sent a huge dog who started suddenly to lick my sex with his rough tongue.

After that humiliating teasing the dog started to penetrate my pussy painful with his erected large dick. I died in shame while the beast hammered his cock inside me. Braedon watched the degrading scene with a broad smile and sorted a big amount of steel-pins and hooks during the odd fuck scenario.

With arms and legs spread wide i got fixed and roped on two woods. Then my hunter tortured me bloody and most painful with the long steel pins he sorted before. Also the hooks were used on my breasts, my mouth and labia lips.

Two hours later i was close to breath my last as my throat was sliced by a knife and the blade had destroyed my entire anus before. I was brought to the regeneration-pod and Sir Braedon was able to restore my health and body exactly the same as before his bloody treatment.

Still a bit dizzy in my fresh regenerated mind i ran into Sir Bremen´s arms and the next martyr should start.
First he leashed me and leaded me back upstairs inside the Rape Asylum, examined my sex and used then a medical stapler to close my pussy for a while.

This treatment was very painful and i was crying with loud screams while the steel-clamps perforated one by one the sensitive flesh of my labia lips.

In the orange enlightened room the cane and a cattle prod was used on me then before Bremen decided to draw a few of my teeth and nails of my toes in the chamber with the horrible torture-bench.

The last of Sir Bremen´s topics on me was a very painful electro-shock-series with ongoing anal-penetration by his cock.
My still hurting mouth, both breasts and also my fresh stapled sex got set in agony as the electricity flooded the attached steel-clamps and electrode-gag.

Finally my abused backdoor got plugged and i was not allowed to have another of my holes used then the ass for five days.

Of course i was used and abused a lot during the next days - and i kept the oral and vaginal abstinence as ordered by Sir Bremen.

To make my nightmare of this days complete, Doctor Cliassi approached at the asylum and made me shudder. Lately he removed my clitoris and destroyed the inside of my sex by acid and chemistry.

Now he tied me up on the stretching-bench and advertised me a cruel remove of my breasts - to finish the de-feminization he had planned for me.

In an extremely brutal procedure he cut off both of my breasts with an old rusty scalpel. The wooden bench was soaked in blood and Doctor Cliassi had to gag me as the screams become too loud for him.

And then surprisingly he knelt on my bleeding chest, strangled me and used his blood-covered blade to mutilate my face and stabbing one eye with it. Now i was for sure not longer in danger to live out my naughty lifestyle and nymphomaniac behavior.

Doctor Cliassi, Fire and Hairs

2011-04-10T06:38:00.001-07:00

My nymphomaniac lifestyle and nature brought me in painful trouble last days at my Horror Rape Asylum. One day suddenly Doctor Cliassi arrived and ordered me to come with him.

At the lost office he told me that my permanent fucking-around-behavior got noticed by the police and by law he is committed now to fix that problem.

In the beginning of that cruel session i got slapped harshly while being bound nude to a chair in the pretty gloomy office. The doctor was very angry about my uncontrolled hornyness he was told about me and lamented wildly against me.

Then i had to follow the doctor in a very horrible looking room and took place on an examination chair. He told me that i would get de-womanized now as kind of a therapy.

Now the horror started as a speculum was inserted in my pussy and Doctor Cliassi advertised the removal of my clitoris by the influence of acid which he was preparing to squirt inside my sex.

My screams filled the entire asylum as the acid scorched and destroyed slowly my entire inner pussy. I was yelling like a wounded animal during this horrible procedure and much blood drooled out of the speculum which made a corridor deep inside my deepest lust center. To finish the incredible pain i had to beg for mercy. And as i did, Dr. Cliassi pissed directly in the inserted speculum to make the aching acid flow out my sex.

In the next step i got commanded in the green enlightened torture room and pushed against the sink. The cruel doctor fucked me extremely hard from behind to make sure his brutal treatment was working and i felt no stimulation during that. He was right - only pain pulsed through my mind while he fucked me extremely hard and long.

Exhausted and whimpering in pain i had to hang on an iron hook for the length of a night then. Also Doctor Cliassi forbid me any shaving on my sex for the next future.

A few days later i had to observe worried the grow of rich dark pubic hair between my legs. I was seriously not amused about that fact and decided to leave the asylum for a trip into my second home, the Glass´n Stone House.

Sir Iezious was sleeping in his swing as i arrived there and i used the chance for doing a massacre with napalm, fire and gasoline. The traumatizing treatment before forced me to this kind of acting i felt. And so i soaked myself with gasoline, prepared my napalm-lighter for spraying the cruel liquids around the swing and smoked a last cigar while smiling in madness. Then i started the ignition by tossing the glowing cigar in the flammable mess around me. Huge flames burned me inexorably to the end i was hoping for - and all was good as i finally died.

The Horror Continues

2011-03-13T03:39:00.001-07:00

There was not too much time for calming down and relaxing from the last heavy depression i was mentally into. A few days after hiding in the background and standing away from bigger crowds i had to experience horrible situations with my body involved again.

Sir Alvise showed up and ordered Red, a caged prey at Glass´n Stone House, to fuck me roughly on a matress in one of the torture-rooms.

As Red was done with that for me painful procedure, Sir Alvise insists to rape me too brutally and painful.

Exhausted from that maltreatment i struggled in new horror as i met a client named Junio. He abused me on one of the captive chairs before he commanded me to follow him at the barn where we do our brandings and other cruel stuff.

The dangerous looking sadist locked me at a wood-block and advertised a very cruel treatment with a glowing iron on and inside my ass. I listened him with trembling legs and panic shown in my eyes.

And then he prepared a steel rod in the fire and shoved it deep inside my anus. The flesh and inner walls scorched away while i screamed and yelled insane. Dark bloody liquids trailed along my legs and unbearable pain flooded my entire ass.

Later then after he cooled my injuries with a hard splash from the water-hose on patio he raped my hurting and very sore ass brutal.

A short time later the brutal guy met me again and removed my clitoris with a pincer at the clinic rooms. It is difficult for me to describe that horrible moments and the pain i felt during this extreme procedure.

Entirely exhausted, tormented by pain and unable to get stimulated in any ways i had to suffer for days. My bad mood was obviously for all people around the club for days.
I was hiding in the background and stood away from the clients and staff.

But that helped not too much avoiding further treatments and cruelty. Sir Bremen catched me one day surprisingly and maltreated my breasts badly with pins in the club´s dungeon.

As next he pinned me on a wooden board at the execution field and started to chop off my lower arms with an axe. He was not very trained in that this days and so Bremen´s doings caused cruel wounds with visible bones, intense agony and much blood.

The release to pass out finally came after a while of heavy abuse in this armless state and i was never before more begging for fainting as in this degrading moments.

In the morning after my arms were brought back successful i left then Edgewater Island to fly home. I wanted be alone for a while and with absolutely no one around. So i decided to settle down in the old forgotten asylum of my playground and facility at Morken.

But i was not the only person there since i was realizing very quickly. Dangerous people used the abandoned rooms to torture and rape kidnapped victims there.

I was surprised about the rich assortment of furniture and devices which filled now the several rooms.

Very fast i was the victim in my own halls and got abused from the morning till the deepest night there.

Familiar faces as Sir Bremen traced my captive-implant and used the chance to torture and use me very intense at all the well equipped treatment rooms.

First he used the lost office to make an humiliating and painful introduction at a wooden chair before i got dragged to a room for more agony.

After a very painful hour on the stretching bench he yanked me in an scary medical room and did pretty humiliating things with me on the placed examination chair.

Our last station was a lantern enlightened room where my cute ass got maltreated roughly by Bremen´s not small cock.

Bremen was gone and the next violaters arrived the location which i decided quickly to name it Horror Rape Asylum after the last experiences there.

Bloody painful sessions, hour for hour were my fate during the days and still i felt not being able to return at Glass´n Stone House. Too deep the shame hurt my mind since i saw myself as outnumbered, over-fucked piece of dirt there.

So i had to go through numerous further treatments and hoped my mood would stabilize to go back at the island soon.

The amount of visitors at the asylum was stable and since not too many of the poor girls there survived, it was on me to please them and their perverted wishes.

One night a familiar looking guy named Federico approached at the dark cruel place and started very quickly to molest and abuse me.
A scary glowing i saw sparkling in his eyes.

He stabbed and sliced my belly with deadly injuries caused by his sharp knife before the blood-thirsty guy raped me roughly until i was dead from the incredible loss of blood.

Employees of my clinic found my corpse gladly and so i was brought back to life in a very complexe procedure where all my blood got reconstructed and re-filled to my veins.

I was in a very curious mood as i left my hospital and entered the asylum again. There i found a willing victim which i know since a while. And so the poor Angie was bound to the torture-bench and got maltreated with long steel pins shoved through her breasts, lips and labia.

Just boarded on an airplane which should bring me back at the Edgewater Island i found my next prey. A young business guy felt asleep on his seat after we had a stopover somewhere.

I noticed his errection while staring permanently at my black and sheer nyloned legs. So i forced him to undress and made him worship on my pantyhose before he got maltreated and humiliated by my tights which i stuffed then in his asshole and sealed all with a big soap shoved in as butt-plug.

Now i felt ready for the Glass´n Stone Club again and chartered a helicopter to fly myself there.

Shortly after my re-entering at the island i met Sir Mike the first time and got brought by him to the barn for a very painful session with his whip involved.

In hurting three hours my breasts, back, thighs and butt got whipped until the blood trailed rich out of the many welts on my hurting exhausted body.

Of course the other clients noticed my comeback too and so i got tormented as usual quickly.

After a long and degrading session with Sir Bremen i got molested and abused by a black guy called Apnews. He made me sit on a big amount of thumbtacks with my bare butt and raped then brutally my mouth. During his treatment he forced me to stitch two of the little pins directly in my tongue.

I was pretty happy that another client, Sir Matt decided to make a little journey then with me to forget the former treatment for a bit.

So we visited a curious location and walked inside a giant vagina. Very, very odd but welcome at this moment.

Mental Thud - Frustration, Depression, Anger

2011-03-07T06:24:00.000-08:00

It came over me suddenly, a deep feeling of frustration, sadness and anger. The joy and fun of the last week was immediately blown away from my mind as the last punishments were done cruel and painful. I died a couple of times in most horrible ways and mostly alone when i am remembering right. The dissed and brain fucked wardens, clients and staff-members were partially annoyed or pissed off and made their anger feel.

Facing the disquieting situation i asked for a demotion or at least to be locked in the cages again. To calm the waves this seemed natural for me in this moment.
Frustrated i locked myself in the cells whenever i woke up at the club. Since no many visitors, clients or staff members were around i was mostly alone and isolated for many hours during the day.

Only for being abused, tortured or killed i left the dirty cold cage. And that happened more often as i thought before.

The treatments were hard as mostly and i had to suffer a lot in several forms. Electro-shocks were given to my mouth, breasts and sex until i died rattling and smoking.

But also my breasts were hammered and perforated by pins before the cruel tormenter decided to rape my ass while i was pinned painful to the bench on which i was cuffed.

Another brutal guy sliced up my breasts and cut them off before he stabbed and shoved his sharp knife into my sex and ass for fucking me with it.

After a while of horrible pain and much bleeding my senses faded and gladly i had not to experience the last fuck the man did on me.

While my body died, my mind was wandering around in the silent oppressive depths of my frustration and depression. Long dark and lonely corridors of thoughts and doubts.

I felt being in a tight corner, battered and punished by the consequences of my hilarious former acts and manners. My mind and thoughts were affected and marbled by anger and despair.

Sir Bremen yanked me out of my capsuling for a bit as he did his painful whippings and cattle-prod treatments while i was cuffed to a cross.

So i was able to repress the memories of my mental suffering for a few hours and had to bear with the agony my hurt body hammered in my mind.

But there was always a dark gap after each treatment and torture and it pulled me down in the gorge of depression and intensified the loss of lust to stay mental present during the further sessions i was forced to experience.

Passive i watched the doings and happenings on the patio. Sir Iezious came up with a bundle of cruel ideas and i saw Rya again struggling in some trouble as her rebelling mind was showing up as usual.

The "princess" theme was already around although in my case this topic was gone.
I felt absolutely NOT like a goddess or similar while my brain got tormented by stupid depressive thoughts again and again.

As my bad mood was obvious to nearly all people around, Sir Alvise decided to help me with his own methods. I was pretty sure that this would not mean help in the usual sense.

I was brought to Miss Shani´s new house on the beach behind the barn and tied to a post in her living-room. Alvise amltreated and molested Shani first a bit and while hanging on the wood i listened to a few screams from the outside. A heated blade was used and the given pain was obvious.

Nervous and with trembling body i waited what Sir Alvise had in mind for helping me out of my depressed and sad situation.

Then my belly and left breast got scorched by a glowing heated knife. Especially my nipple got injured heavily by that painful treatment and during that i had for sure no space to think on my frantic mood.

Sir Alvise was not really happy with his therapy in the end but wanted leave me with a smile on my face. So he used his blade, carved and sliced left and right of my mouth with it.

Miss Shani released me then from the post and i was able to stagger away in the medical room to repair and heal my hurting bleeding injuries. After that i needed badly a break from the island and started one of the staff´s helicopters to fly at Southside Snakepit.

Of course i was pretty fast in new trouble there and had a further chance to come over my formally so bad feelings and frustration.

Back at Glass´n Stone House i met Sir Dunnagh, he quit his job as warden and is now a highly regarded client at the club. We talked a bit about my latest affections since i noticed that my friend Gera, Dunnagh´s wife, got worried about the shocking life i have to go through.

The more i observed my situation and the more i wrote down my experiences, moods and thoughts, the more i felt better in some sense. My anger and parts of the frustrating, humiliating feelings are still hurting my mind but in general my fate seems to be bearable again.

To poke one's head into a hornets' nest - Broken Bones, Clownery, Rya-Day and Strike

2011-03-01T02:23:00.000-08:00

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.

Blast from the past, drowned and burnt to ashes

2011-02-21T06:05:00.000-08:00

Here i stand - alive again, in my old appearance which was the look i loved in 2008.
Strong styled black hair, a bit more lady-like as the months ago and with glasses again. Only a few remember this style on me and it awakes many memories in my soul while running around and act in that. But i said earlier that i am "alive again" and this needs a bit explanation and details from the weekend.

It started with a call from Miss Mali which brought me in contact with interesting people like Mister Ogart, the founder of South Side Snakepit and one of my favorite rape-scenario playgrounds. Also we did very extended shopping and met wonderful stores and boutiques which remembered me on my old days here.

The more we shopped and walked through the stores the more i wanted style up myself in the form i was used in the past. So i decided to have my old black hair and placed the glasses i liked on my nose. While we came to an end of our shopping tour i had tried much of my old very beloved haute-couture fashion and felt great in it. With a great feeling i teleported back at Glass´n Stone House. Unfortunately i ran directly in Mab´s arms as i approached there. While i was trembling and my face colored pale he dragged me on my wrists to the beach.

I had to undress myself and got cuffs on my arms and a huge chain which pulled my arms painful and made me bend over with an intense hurting spine. Mab finger-fucked me in this position and slowly i realized that this scenario would sure become more worse at some point.

After a very intense penetration of my sex and fisting in the end, Mab pulled me on my hair down in the water. With the head below the water´s surface he fucked me then hard from behind. My head got pressed firm downwards and slowly my desperation grew up until it was clear for me that i would not survive this night. As Mab squirted his cum-load in my sex i died cruel as the water i swallowed and breathed filled my lungs entirely.

The next day was not better as the one where i got drowned. Sir Hiro was looking for me and finally he catched me up in the evening at the club. I was mocking around a bit and got punished hard for that little jokes i did on him. He forced me to ride nude on a heated pipe with my labia lips pressed to the very hot steel and raped my sore scorched sex brutally after that. In the next step of his planned martyr i got locked to the very cruel electro-horse with attached car-battery.

After a salve of very painful shocks by the electricity Hiro ordered Miss Shani to bring him a glowing iron we use for our brandings. With panic widened eyes i saw Shani approaching with an orange glowing steel rod and the desperation in my face became obvious. I was not aware what the cruel man had in mind but i knew that it would be very very painful.

And very quickly i realized that now it was the right time to yell and cry. Hiro shoved the glowing iron deep in my ass and penetrated me with it a while. My flesh and gut scorched away and dark red fluids trailed down to the floor while i got shaken in heavy pain and was screaming like a wounded animal. And then while i was hanging exhausted with destroyed ass in the chains, Hiro brought a dish filled with his fecal.
I was near to vomit as he forced me then to eat this horrible meal - and he announced me that this would be my last meal for a while.

After that very disgusting and for me horrible last dinner my mouth and lips got burned away with the glowing branding iron. In final desperation i screamed until my voice collapsed and became a croaky whimpering which echoed across the walls.

While my mouth became a bloody destroyed something all emotions inside me broke and got destroyed. Incredible pain flooded my head and mind during this extreme treatment. The stench of burnt flesh filled my nose as i felt my senses blurred from the martyr.
But Hiro wanted more and yanked my heavy injured and now weak broken body to the fire stakes. I got bound to one of them and realized that now the end was near for me.

With insane hurting maltreated body and the awful taste of shit in my destroyed mouth and throat the fire below me got ignited and with stare open eyes i was awaiting the cloak of flames which would take away the shame and pain i was going through before.

It took a while until my entire body was covered in huge flames and the heat faded my senses more fast as expected. The smoke from burnt flesh and wood filled my nostrils and robbed the ability to breath. I kept my eyes open this time and while a cold emotionless gaze was carved in my face, the entire skin showed blisters and roasted with red, yellow and brown liquids trailing along the color fading body.

Many minutes later the flames destroyed my roasted remains and released me finally from all the horror and shame i had to experience before. With open eyes and roasted to death my corpse became ashes. The past awoke in me for a weekend and got swept away as it ended - a circle got closed.

Deadly Blossom

2011-02-18T04:08:00.001-08:00

Three days after Valentine´s Day i breathed my last in the early afternoon while many flowers, leaves and tendrils were grown across and out of my exhausted, poisoned and overgrown body. A wonderful smell from blossoms surrounded me as it came to the end.
But what happened before and how it came to this colorful and for me unique dead ?

All began with a Valentine´s Gift i should get from Assistant Johnny at Glass´n Stone House a few days ago. I was just mentally and physically regenerated from the eight hour running dog-experience with a burn to death in the final. Johnny got invited to use me from Supervisor Koichi and he asked if i would be healthy enough for a further treatment. I agreed to that question and had to strip before Johnny chained me to a wooden cross, hanging on my wrists and suspended with spread legs.

He walked away and came back after a while with a gardener cart and filled my mouth with a big amount of moist dirty soil. As next Johnny used a trowel to do the same on my sex until it was filled extreme with the brown itching mass. I screamed muffled as he started to slice up both of my breasts with a sharp knife and squirmed in pain as also them got filled with soil. Then several kinds of sprouts were planted into the very curious flowerbed.

The soil was mixed with clay so it was not needed to sew my mouth or sex for holding the filling inside. My jaws started to hurt from the massive insertion and i choked hard on the bitter slick parts which ran down my throat from time to time. I was told that i had to hang here in this cruel situation until the flowers would be grown up and bloom.

Many visitors in form of staff, clients and captives stepped by during my suffering on the cross. Many of them worried about the dryness of the fresh planted sprouts and soaked the soil with water, beer and urine. My wounds were burning in pain and desperation crawled in my mind as i was imaging the possibility of worms, ants or maggots which could wander through the biological filling i got.

Johnny came often by to proof his work and make sure that all would grow as he planned. On the second day, as i was passed out before a couple of times and wrists, ankles and spine tormented my brain with numbness and pain, he mixed up an acrid chemical fertilizer and ordered me to shit in the horrible smelling bucket where the brew was into.

The first injection of this mixture i got into my mouth until the soil were moist and soaked completely. My mouth burned painful from the acrid liquid and the taste made me close to vomit. With hard choking and contractions of my stomach i had to go through this awful procedure.

As next the fertilizer were brought into my wounded breasts and sex. Muffled screams surrounded the scene while i squirmed around in terrible pain caused by the intense burning i felt. The mixture was able to increase the grow dramatically and very soon i had an aching tingling and pressure in all my soil filled parts.

Of course the fertilizer was then not the only liquid i got during the following hours.
Many of the male clients and stuff guys started to pee all over my injured, hurting and planted body. A disgusting stench was all around me while the roots grew inside me without mercy. Sir Bremen shoved soil in my anus after he urinated on my face and chest and planted a further couple of sprouts deep in my filled ass. Now all my body orifices were stuffed and made to human flowerbeds.

During the night the plants and flowers came to blossom, green and red colored tendrils sprawled out of my sex, thighs and anus. My inner vitals were penetrated by roots and leaves which grew up hour by hour. The pain became unbearable and i passed out again and again.

Sir Aslan was one of the last persons who saw me alive in the morning of the third day. He was fascinated by the beauty of all the grown flowers and the botanical sculpture i became myself. A few hours later then, alone and just with all the plants on and in me, my i got released by dying. My life was gone in this afternoon but new life sprouted colorful and vivid out of my down cooling corpse.

Intense Humiliation

2011-02-15T04:27:00.001-08:00

A triptych of very affecting humiliating days started with the rape on a chair done by a cruel shaman warrior and ended most worse in a dog-house. The several steps during the days made my emotions sink down more and more until i reached "point zero", the stagnation of any feelings and inability to act or think in any way.

I felt fear crawling up my spine as the mostly nude and with tribal tattoos decorated warrior named Brin approached at the club´s patio. He muttered curious phrases and although i did not understand the meaning of his words my fear grew up intense.

The wild shaman chained me to a chair and ripped off my skirt to make my sex exposed and available for him. Very quickly he started to rape me brutally and got teased and pleased by my croaky exhausted screams.

As he was done with that he yanked me roughly on my hair to the execution field and bound me on one of the placed fire-stakes. He showed me a huge torch and ignited me with a big daunting smile in his face. While the flames started to scorch and maltreat my feet and legs he began to dance and sing around the burning stake.

The shaman´s dancing held on until my dead body felt black as a coal from the stake.
After this ceremony the days should become more humiliating and mental painful for me as i was used to experience. Maybe a mysterious curse was screamed out in the atmosphere by the tribal warrior.

After my badly needed regeneration i got humiliated and humbled by Sir Jeff who named me a "fat nasty cow", forced another captive at Glass´n Stone House, to call me this way, ordered me to worship her feet and made me sit for a long painful hour on a cruel wooden horse until my sex and crotch was sore and bloody.

Jeff continued his torment on me by locking my nude body on another horse with electricity adapted by a long metal rod between my labia lips, electrode clamps on my nipples and tongue. The shocks were send through this all by connection to a car battery. My screams were distorted and my body were shake wildly during this ordeal.

The final of his humiliation was the order to crawl on the execution field and to eat and chew dirty grass like a cow would do. The grass he had chosen to eat for me was smudged by someone who puked on it before.

As i shuddered in disgust and were close to vomit myself he told me that i would have to pay for the mercy he showed me hours ago as he decided to torture me on the electro-horse instead to chop off my breasts as originally planned. So i lost one toe which i had to choose myself by his knife before Jeff released me then.

On the next morning i ran in Sir Dunnagh´s arms and experienced my next rape very painful in my ass. I got pushed on a fence near the medical room and felt his firm hands roughly on my butt before he forced me to suck his giant cock.

As he felt horny enough i got fucked breathless on the fence until my entire crotch was stretched wide and hurting as hell.

As Dunnagh was finally done with me he tossed me on the ground and jerked his dick until his sticky mess squirted and splashed across my face and breasts. He laughed satisfied and told me that i would be his "ass cunt" now if i want a cigar in future.

I had not much time to regenerate my mind from this exhausting situation since Sir Aslan approached and decided to make me a puppy for a while. On my knees and hands crawling i got a butt-plug-tail, prepared with a heating cream, inserted deep in my still hurting ass. A leash were clipped to my collar and a dildo shoved inside my sex.

The sadistic Sir ordered that i would have to stay leashed as dog for eight hours and he would control this strictly. A dog-house was placed on the patio and a huge sign above showed clearly the degradation i had to go through.

So i knelt nude, leashed, humiliated and sunken in deepest shame in the dog-house while more and more visitors, clients and staff people approached. The most were laughing and also a few felt inspired to treat me in any forms they had in mind.

Nine hours later as my mind seemed broken and my anger reached the highest possible point. Miss Chyanne tormented me first by degrading words then with pointy hooks and cruel spiked gloves on my breast. Also my sex got rubbed with heating tiger balm which caused more and more pain in my almost frustrating circumstances. As my anger turned in pure hate and all emotions in me collapsed, i got soaked with gasoline and ignited by her lighter.

Very fast the flames covered and destroyed my skin while my screams in pain echoed across the patio. My hair was set on fire and the heat killed the last emotions i had by incredible pain.

In last agony i reared up and squirmed burning and wild around, still held by the leash. The final martyr lasted blessedly not too long since the gasoline speeded up the flames horrible work.

Finally i breathed my last while my burned and dark bleeding body was now only a coal black corpse with partially away burned face where skull and bones were to see.
A fire had started this series of humiliating days and scenarios and a fire has ended them finally. I got mercifully regenerated physically by Sir Bremen who brought me in the medical center of our club but the mental affection will gnaw for a bit longer on my mind.

Cruel Management

2011-02-11T03:53:00.002-08:00

Pranks, bitchyness and spoiled manners brought me and other captives in big trouble during the last days and caused horrible punishments with not less blood and heavy injuries on us poor girls. The staff at Glass´n Stone House is awake again as Supervisor Sir Koichi and Senior-Chief Sir Iezious took drastic measures against the loss of obedience and mouthyness they found in our doings.

Our martyr was introduced as Rya mocked Sir Koichi with disobedience and Nadi bashed Sir Iezious with a giant bat. Both were hunted across the island and finally stroken down after hours.

Rya got her punishment then immediately while being undressed and chained to the club-wall. Sir Iezious used her nude body as dart-target and Sir Koichi battered her mouth and jaw with a bat until all her teeth were spread on the patio floor.

I got the unpleasant task to scrub the floor-tiles from all the blood and to collect all the broken teeth from poor Rya who were exhausted and bleeding hanging in her chains for many hours. On the next morning i released her from this horrible situation and brought her quickly into the medical-room to heal her injures. The wardens and management of the club was not very amused about my unauthorized action and hardest consequences were advertised to me.

A few days nothing happened and so the usual things and stuff were going on at our fine cruel torture-club.

By all the sessions and treatments i got and gave it was easy to allow oneself to be lulled into a false sense of security.

Also i found the time to relax and wander a bit through other dangerous places to bring my bitchy person in several different forms of trouble.

Unable to count all the rapes and torments i stumbled into i was on the way to forget about the punishment which would await me.

But then on one evening Sir Iezious approached with a saw in his hand. My breathing froze and my face-color turned into pale. The time for something cruel was come i knew.

We walked down in the dungeon and i got chained to our historical torture bench there.
Sir Iezious announced a removal of the steel-ring around my head and also much pain since he wanted use his saw and a hammer on me. Shuddering and trembling i listened his words while he made myself immobile on the bench.

In the first hour he destroyed my both elbows and joints by bashing them painful and brutal with a steel-hammer. My screaming filled the entire room and my arms became a bloody aching mess, unable to be used as before.

Then after a while of incredible suffering on the table my kneecap got hammered and destroyed slowly by the hammer. Whimpering and sobbing i felt unable to move or use my leg and arms longer. Sir Iezious showed me the opposite as he clamped painful my labia with a pincer for making me scream and jiggling in my restraints.

Now it was time for the rusty old saw he told me and in the next hour my leg got cruel and slow removed by it. The yelling and screaming during this extreme aching procedure robbed continuous my last power and i felt close to faint or die. As my leg was sawed then, Sir Iezious closed and sealed the intense bleeding wound with hot wax and extended so my agony.

While my senses faded out from the incredible and unbearable pain and the big loss of blood, the steel ring around my head got finally removed and i was released at any rate from this uncomfortable appendage. Damaged, injured, tormented and amputated i had to wait further, long and hurting hours before finally someone came down in the dungeon to unchain and regenerate me in the medical-lab.

Dunnagh´s Bitter Vengeance

2011-02-05T04:08:00.001-08:00

The days at Glass´n Stone House progressed cruel as ever and were rich filled with painful rapes, humiliating punishments and cruel torture.

Of course i had also to assist Miss Shani and other sadists too and felt in the need for something relaxing and refreshing.

Although Sir Dunnagh was around from time to time, i was able to smoke his wonderful tasting stolen cigars unseen between the treatments i got.

I had to worship so many dumbasses and perverts that the box with the fine rolled tobacco was a very welcome difference for me.

For a while i thought my little robbery would never attract attention and i became more and more careless about.

After a very painful treatment of Sir Andres which included the insertion and sewing of big steel rings inside my ass i felt free to enjoy one of Dunnagh´s goodies directly on the patio. This was a big mistake, i had to realize very quickly as Dunnagh approached surprisingly while i was just smoking one of his cigars.

Angry he grabbed me on the throat, tossed me harsh against and through the club´s door and battered me brutally until i was exhausted rattling and crouched in pain on the floor.

After that Dunnagh knelt down and enlighted one of his cigars to smoke on it while beating and bashing my rips and aching body. My lips were scorched and painful burned by the glow and then he stuffed the entire cigar inside my mouth and forced me to chew and swallow the bitter crunched tobacco. During this horrible punishment i was permanently on the way to vomit. My throat and stomach contracted while the awful tasting brown mess crawled slowly down my gullet.

Exhausted and convulsing in pain and disgust Dunnagh pulled me harshly to the patio and locked me on the wood-chair. He forced a male prey to mouth-fuck me intense and so this painful and humiliating vengeance came to it´s peak.

It took a while until thankfully Sir Bremen found me vomiting at the medical room and regenerated my very sore and damaged stomach.

One thing is sure for the next time - the lust for tobacco or cigars is down for me.

Inflamed Witches

2011-01-31T07:10:00.000-08:00

In the last days the fires around Glass´n Stone House were often ignited and especially used to burn down Shani and me. Our latest provocations against Sir Dunnagh and other cruel folks caused massive anger and painful consequences for our health.

Sir Mitch did the week´s overture by tossing my beloved stylish sunglasses to the stone floor and stomped on it until the ground was littered with tiny glass splits in which Shani was forced to kneel and wallow her nude body in it until they dug bloody in her breasts, belly and legs. Then i had to undress my pants and got the order to kneel in front of poor Shani who was meanwhile tied up to the captive chair on our patio. Of course also my legs got harmed by the pointy cruel glass-splits around. Mitch sliced also my lips and sex bloody during this session and we both women ended up as whimpering bleeding mess after all was finally done.

As my wounds were successful healed by using the repairing nano-bots of our regeneration devices i met Sir Mal at the club. Very soon i was situated in a very degrading and humiliating scene which started at the bathroom and ended in the dungeon.

Helpless and bound tight i got facefucked, beaten, punched and battered as final treatment in this scene. For a moment i was aware again about my situation to be an tortured and abused captive only.

Sir Mal continued to humiliate as he forced Shani to suck also his huge dick, enforced by a very stable ring-gag in her mouth. Gladly i just had to watch and rub his cock before he shoved it brutally inside her mouth and later then in all of her holes.

The next happening was a bit more funny at all. I wanted punish a rebelling prey and brought my cruel wrapping machine at the club. By a mistake i got drawn inside the device, RLV locked and suddenly wrapped into tight fitting duct-tape.

Embarrassed and growling in anger i had to hop around wrapped up for a while until Rya finally was able to release my by using a scissor on the sticky tape.

Cindy had the same fate as we did a joke on her by ambushing her with the lie that the wrapper would be a very special teleporter unit.

I was laughing so much about that funny prank that i forgot to greet and welcome a client. This man was not very amused about that and de-breasted me quickly. But that was just the beginning of his agony on me. In the next step he maltreated my bleeding body with glowing irons and made me scream extreme while i was forced to sit on a wooden pyramid.

With incredible injuries, scorched and burned wounds my exhausted body got dragged to the fire stakes where Shani was also bound for some reasons i did not knew. Probably we were branded as witches and worthy to burn away now.

The fires got inflamed and we got cloaked in huge aching and blazing flames which burned myself to death after a while of croaky screaming and extreme yelling. Our torturer released Shani before it came too worse for her but i was doomed and breathed my last while my distorted roasted with blisters and black blood trailing body felt finally from the stake down to the grass.

The entire night i had to stay in the regeneration chamber and only with our wonderful technology i came back to life and got again my former appearance.

Stupidly the next day was not really better for my health and i got dragged to the beach by a brutal rapist. I was wearing my Bad-Day-Skirt and this offered this guy many possibilities to humiliate and mortify me.

He abused me hard and intense before again the fire obsessed me in the end of his perverted painful rape. A further time i had to fight with flames and their hurting consequences for my just so well regenerated skin.

After this martyr and the badly needed reconstruction of my scorched and burned body-parts Sir Dunnagh approached at the club. My face turned pale and my heart beat increased dramatically. I was sure now would his punishment for my latest spoof on him would follow - but then a storm came up on the island and all crashed for a while.
Shani and me escaped with her helicopter to my realms and we waited inside my office for the right moment to fly back at the Edgewater Island.

But then something unbelievable happened - we saw a familiar sounding name on our radar and got big eyes with trembling jaws. Desade Lane, the genius builder of the most cruel devices we know were not too far away from us. I started to talk to him and he asked for a teleport-signal to come by.

We talked much about Shani´s club and he invited us to come with him at his laboratory. Amazed and marveling we listened his cruel ideas and watched incredible thrilling and inspiring things at his workspace. This evening was for sure a highlight of the last time i must say.

A very big surprise was Desade´s approach at Glass´n Stone House on the next morning. Shani and me were torturing two poor girls with heated steel-buttplugs as he suddenly appeared at the patio.

With trembling legs and fast beating heart i showed him our wonderful cruel environment and all the horrible rooms we have there. With a smile in his face Desade saw many of his creations all around and promised to visit us soon again for participating and realizing a few of his very very cruel ideas. So we see - the horror continues and resistance is futile...

Resurrection of the Bitch

2011-01-25T12:51:00.000-08:00

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.

Stuck Together, Sewed and the Maid-Day

2011-01-14T08:50:00.000-08:00

I did sure not expect to wear a maid uniform at Glass´n Stone House, the torture and sadists club where i am captured since a while, but this was one of the several humiliating highlights i experienced in the last days.

The visitor i mentioned in my last diary-entry, released me from the linen-bag i had to wear for a couple of hours but hijacked me with his helicopter and forced me to show him parts of my Dirty Rape Backyard at FFU. Very quickly he understood the possibilities and dark spots there, so i got dragged inside a huge old container and raped roughly in the soiled bed inside.

The next morning started shocking as Sir Matt saw me without the linen-bag he commanded me to wear days ago. Angry he dragged me on my hairs to the execution place and locked me tight in the horrible breast-guillotine, pulled a new bag over my head and thought not twice to cut off my wonderful bust measurement with the down falling extremely sharp blade.

Matt brought my passed out and very injured body in the medical-room and regenerated me. But he changed the sequences and modified them to reconstruct my breasts without any size. After the healing and repairing process my chest was flat as a board.

Fortunately a client started the cell-reconstruction procedures again and i got back my beloved breasts in full size as before the cruel modification. So i was able to assist Sir Bremen as he had to punish a mouthy rebelling girl who showed massive disobedience earlier.

On the next day as i left my bedroom and stumbled yawning over the patio, Sir Dunnagh waved me by and wanted that i come close to him and Miss Shani. I got very fast warily about the suddenly appearing kindness of Dunnagh. Something went wrong for me on this scene but as i stepped close and got hugged it was too late.

Sir Dunnagh announced with a broad dangerous crocodile smile in his face that Shani and me are picked from him to test a new very secret body-cream. We had to show him our palms and got the curious lotion on them. The devious aspect of this harmless sounding act was the fact that the cream was not a cosmetic product - it was super-glue! Shani´s and my palms were stuck together as the cruel bastard forced us to rub the glue in eachother´s hands. But this was still not all Dunnagh did on us, as next he showed us a long needle and sewed one of our nipples together. Loud screams and verbal anger surrounded the crowd while the thin wire got tightened between us. As next our torturer wanted sew our tongues but as we showed resistance he took our lower lips and started to stitch and sew them until we were very close together. In this painful and for movements difficult position Dunnagh pulled out his cock and started to masturbate in front our sewed bodies. He was very excited and aroused about his horrible work and started to slide his dick between our sewed lips until he came in our faces. Shani used this chance to grab quickly one of the man´s balls and since our hands were stuck together i did the same with the other. At least we failed and we were not able to force Dunnagh to release us from the sewing. After a short hopeless pulling, squeezing and hard slaps in our faces and on the stuck hands, many of the sewed wires were cut and with much pain we realized the bloody stitches on the destroyed seams.

Dunnagh was pretty angry about this little rebellion and forced us to sit on the wooden horse near the patio. He removed the car-battery which is mostly used to torture and connected the club´s main-power wires to the device. In fear and panic trembling we watched the cruel preparations.

After a few difficulties with the power-lines we got shocked extremely on the horse. The tormenting was going deep through the evening and ended as our scorched, nearly dead and smoking bodies, felt exhausted and in pain jerking from the electrified device.

Sir Bremen acted quickly and brought me back to health in the regeneration room. After that he cared very gentle for me and took away the mental aching from the painful day.

On the next morning we were forced to wear maid-uniforms as further punishment for our disobedience and pulling on Dunnagh´s balls. The entire patio had to be cleaned and Sir Alvise made sure that our efforts were kept up. The most captives were dressed and working as sexy maids during the entire day.

Many humiliating hours later i got parked again on a hurting wooden horse near the cells. The long time on my knees and the massive scrubbing work exhausted my body intense and so i found a curious kind of painful relaxing on this disliked device.

Later then finally, as i was fresh showered and with changed clothes, i found a little bit time to smoke a cigarette on the beach. While Sir Iezious approached then suddenly i waited nervously for the announced star-ship Selene of Miss V.

She invited me to be part of the Friday´s "Pain vs. Pleasure"-Contest at Dark Den. This time it was planned that i would be in the pleasure category, this sounded stress-free for me and i was thrilled what Vala would have in mind for me.

I got tightened to a large bondage cross and felt Miss V´s exciting gloved fingers stimulating my sex and pulling, pinching and squeezing my nipples. This was a soft and gentle arousing difference to the cruelty and hardness i had before. So i enjoyed and was then finally overhelmed by a huge orgasm in Vala´s talented hands.

From Bullets and other Insertions

2011-01-08T11:35:00.000-08:00

Shani´s life ended a few minutes after mine on this Saturday evening. The patio and our bodies were covered in blood and the reverb of the shoots echoed as dirge while we breathed our last. To understand that fate i will flip back to the last evening.

A few moments after the horrible smelling linen bag was removed from my head Johnny stalked me and forced me to come to the beach. There he experimented with rough branches on my holes. I had to lick the dirty wood before he shoved it roughly inside my ass and sex.

He humiliated me deeply as we walked back to the club house. Both branches had to be held inside and i can tell you that this was not easy under this terrible pain i was bearing with. The entire night i had an aching sore sex and anal region. The branches were bloody as i was able to pull them out at least.

A bit later then in the morning i met Sir Iezious. He told me that he has plans how to remove my head-ring, he mentioned a rusty saw and my body started suddenly to quiver.
The imagination of much pain crawled slowly in my mind and widened my eyes in fear.

As next i stumbled in a cruel scene where Shani was tied to a chair on the patio. Sir Alvise was armed with a loaded baretta and wanted shoot through poor Shani´s breasts. He forced me to hold her firm on the shoulders while he enforced the horrible intention.

Two shoots Shani had to endure until her breasts were completely destroyed. The stool, Shani´s body and the floor were covered with blood. Alvise brought a second chair and forced me to sit on it. After i was tightened to it he announced to do the same shooting on me now. Desperation and panic grew up in me while i watched the endless suffering and whimpering Shani.

The first bullet busted my breasts and with insane pain i noticed the never ending rivers and fountains of blood on my defaced chest. Alvise damaged relevant organs and arteries, so my near end was sealed.

While bleeding out with on the chest sunken head i got released to death with a further shot in my forehead. But Shani had to suffer a few minutes longer as Alvise forced her to watch me while he described how she would die too. Bent over the chair and facing my dead body, Alvise used his gun again and ended Shani´s horrible and painful situation.

But the cruel sadist was still not finished with us now death and heavy injured in the chairs hanging corpses. His last horrible act on us was the rape of Shani´s motionless bleeding body and a post-mortem mouthfuck on me.

After this brutal and bloody carnage we were brought to the regeneration devices and there the next infamous action waited for me. Johnny cut my cheeks and tongue to insert a steel rood through it. During the reconstruction and cell-reconstruction procedures the rod became part of my head and as i awoke the ability to speak clear was gone.

After all this blood it was a welcome change to see other preys suffer. Assistant Six tormented and humiliated a girl on the patio while the also regenerated Shani and Sir Scott watched excited the scene.

We had also to brand our sister Tainted and also she deserved to get the seal of the house. Miss Ashika leaded the ceremony and ordered to nail the girl´s breasts to a wooden block. This part was the mine and the poor girl´s screaming after i swung the hammer followed me into my dreams.

On the next morning the horror continued as Mab approached at the club. He forced me to come with him and very soon i was bound nude on a very cruel wooden horse. Between my sex a metal-rod was running on the top side of the horse, metal clips i got on my tongue, nipples and toes. Mab connected all the clamps and the steel rod with a car-battery and a switch to control the power-flow.

With nearly unbearable pain my body got shocked and tormented as Mab activated the circuit. Wild shaking and with loud distorted screams i had to experience how the connected bodyparts got sore more and more. My hands got broken by Mab and so the incredible suffering reached a new level.

After nearly one hour under permanent electricity and with numb extremely hurting vagina, feet, nipples, broken fingers and burning tongue i got the tube of a fire extinguisher shoved into my ass. Mab filled my bowel with the irritant foamy liquid which caused a new stadium of pain and my senses were on the way to collapse.

As next i got the tube through my nostrils deep shoved into my throat and the acrid foam filled my trachea and stomach. With a final squirming in desperation and pain while bloody foam oozed out my mouth i had to experience the cut of my belly with a sharp knife.

Mab used this blood squirting hole to abuse my dying body a last time before i breathed my last. Mab left the bloody location for hunting a new victim as he was done with me.

Battered, Shocked and Bitten

2011-01-06T10:17:00.000-08:00

The first days of 2011 were bulged by ongoing cruelty and roughness. A visitor at Glass´n Stone House ambushed me until we landed with his helicopter near my Toilet Tower at Morken.

Not long after i showed him the location he ripped off my clothes and forced me to please him on my knees.

The man raped me very brutal and i felt painfully my too tight sex, which i got lately as Matt manipulated a regeneration sequence by bringing me back to life.

My screams echoed through the entire concrete hall during hours. Without any mercy the stranger penetrated me with his massive dick.

Traumatized and exhausted i was brought back to the island - and Mab approached. He came to continue his cruel revenge for the cushion we made lately. All women on the photo he got should be maltreated and killed for blaming him this way.

While he leashed and undressed me, Vicky arrived and i saw that Mab was waiting for that moment. Nude and leashed on a steel-chain we got dragged down the dungeon.
Vicky got chained to the wooden water-wheel and our cruel tormenter filled the enclosed basin with a very strong smelling fluid.

The poor girl got dragged through the liquid and it appeared that the filling must be Lye. Solid dry lye is commonly available as flakes, pellets, microbeads, and coarse powder. It is also available as solution, often dissolved in water. Lye is valued for its use in food preparation, soap making, biodiesel production, and household uses, such as oven cleaner and drain opener. Vicky was screaming insane and got muted as all the fat on her was swimming soapy on the liquid´s surface. And as i was choking in awaiting to vomit, Mab forced me to knead her remains to a soap-ball which he held proud in his hand as a trophy.

But he was not finished yet, his next target was Cindy. She got harshly dragged to the beach and i had to find roots and old branches for his horrible next plan.

The branches got set on fire while Mab battered the bound and quivering woman brutally.
Mab forced me to do the same on Cindy and with trembling arms and revulsion i followed his command at least.

As the entirely broken and injured Cindy breathed her last, the flames mantled her corpse and she burned away into the melted sand. A dark spot of glass was the last i saw. Mab made me guilty - first time i killed another person by my own hand. A border was crossed i felt.

Fortunately we were able to clone Cindy´s body and had saved her mental energy to re-implant her mind. It was planned that she would get the ceremonial branding for becoming a full captive at the club. A bit after she was brought back to life she had to wear a linen bag around her head and was commanded to walk into the branding barn.

Sir Dunnagh accomplished the deserved branding and i felt proud for Cindy to see her alive and decorated with the honoring sign of the house.

After a short but thrilling and painful intermezzo with Sir Bremen on the gallows i met Miss Shani on the patio.

I had no time until now to open her gift-box she gave me to Christmas. My eyes opened wide as i saw what was inside the box i just opened - a set of electro-nipple-clamps.

A client forced me to sit on the captive chair and used intense the horrible painful possibilities of the device which was hanging around my neck...the clamps on my nipples.

I had to suffer a lot while many clients and visitors used their chance to fiddle around with the remote of the shocking-device.

My breasts got tormented painfully during many hours, almost exposed chained on the chair. The electricity flooded very often my sore and hurting breasts and tears were trailing along my cheeks permanently.

Most of the cruel sadists around found quickly out how to use the painful device which was with wires directly connected to my aching, often shocked nipples. One shock after the other - this was for hours the only attraction i got.

While sitting exhausted i got the most disgusting order of this year. Miss Mali was bored by the lame efforts of a male prey on me and commanded me to bite off his cock.

A huge bloody mess squirted in my face and over the floor as i followed Mali´s order and used my sharp teeth on the poor guy.

A client took me off from the chair and ordered me to follow him to the beach. In the first moments i was glad about the difference and ability to stretch my hurting legs and arms. But he had cruel things in mind... in the beginning i just had to serve him orally on his cock.

But very fast the intensity of the man´s doings increased and he whipped me roughly, shoved hot stones into my ass and finally he skewered me on a table with many sharp steel spikes.

The man rammed fire-crackers in my ass and vagina, connected the fuse with my hair, perforated my breasts with sharp kitchen knifes and set his work on fire.
I passed out during the intense explosion which destroyed the most of my lower body and colored the green with my fresh warm blood.

As i was healed and regenerated, Matt met me again and forced me to wear an urine-soaked head-bag. In deepest humiliation my face turned crimson-red.

Then Matt brought me down to the dungeon and tormented me by using the wooden water-wheel. Wet and trembling he dragged me into the horrible freezer for cooling me down painfully.

Matt´s next step was a heating-up..and it was badly needed after the time inside the fridge. But the hot pipe made me scream very fast after i was placed to ride on it.

With a still awful stinking bag over my head, half-frozen shivering body and a scorched hurting vagina i had to stand many hours blinded around before finally one client decided to rip the sack off.

Years End Rituals

2010-12-31T09:36:00.001-08:00

The last days of the year were spiked with painful happenings. It began nearly harmless with a humiliating pen-writing on my nude body. The ink was permanent for 24 hours and clothing was not allowed in this, for Matt soooo funny, game. In big letters my chest, belly and back was written words like "cum dumpster", "piece of shit" and so on.

During this embarrassing situation Rya, Ren, Vicky and me captured the so endless cruel blond Darcia. Not long after we girls had her safe in our hands the bloody mess began.

Darcia lost very quickly her tongue as she started to became mouthy on the waiting pole. After the procedure of cruel revenge on her pretty injured body she ended up on the fire pole inside huge flames. Before she got brought back to life in our clinic, Darcia was the first time pretty dead.

Sir Iezious decided to modify the metal band around my head. He used a drill and bored deep holes in the steel.

My entire head was vibrating while the drill slowly started to have success on the solid iron around my skull.

Finally Iezious ordered me to drive three bolts made from chirurgic steel into the painful produced holes.

I was using also a drill for doing that and with my trembling hands this ended up with long trails of blood along my cheeks.

A few hours later Mab lurked for me and captured me harshly. He dragged me on my hair down into the dungeon, tossed my on the floor and kicked my body brutally. The anger about the cushion and the group photo was obviously shown in his dark tainted face and noticeable in the beats.

Mab used thick rubber gloves on his self as a strong smelling cream filled his palms. Then he rubbed that on my head and destroyed all hair with it. My headskin was burning as it would have been acid what he used. With tears shooting out of my eyes i watched all my hair falling down in melting parts. He broke my toes with a few harsh stomps and dragged me away on a leash, clipped on my collar.

As we were upstairs again he captured Shani and removed all her hair by using a pressure chamber. Shani was crying and suffering a lot until the last hair was deleted on her. I got a chemical soaked cloth into my ass and burned. The screams were echoing across the entire club area.

Mab dragged us in the barn and cutted out our both tongues. We were sitting in a sea of blood and our bodies got soaked by the red squirting fountains in our mouth.

Shani and me were tossed into a cell and he pierced our noses with horrible painful pliers. A nose ring were driven through the fresh bloody holes and he pulled on them to bring us in a standing position again.

Finally he pierced our breasts with Christmas balls, filled with weights. Locked in a cage, blood covered from the face to the toes and whimpering in heavy pain he left with a loud laughing.

It took a while before we were free again and long time after the happening we still were traumatized and covered with splatters of blood, sweat and tears.

A few hours i had to wait with still enormous pain in my feet, crotch and breasts until the cloning-devices and nano-bots reconstructed my tongue, head-skin and also my broken toes. Also my hair got fortunately cloned and fits well on my head again.

Traumatized and still soiled with blood and dirt i stumbled out on the patio and spent the last hours of 2010 in the round of the other residents and captives there.

Hateful Burnt Out Eyes

2010-12-28T10:18:00.001-08:00

Soon after the very long regeneration procedure, caused by the huge napalm-explosion at Christmas, the process of torture and pain continued as usual. The sessions with Sir Bremen made sure that the amount of whippings and bloody marks was not decreasing.

After the horrible things done on me lately i had missed this kind of familiar treatment.

Of course my body got littered with red whip-marks as Bremen used his assortment of painful crops, paddles and canes on me.

Also Sir Matt used his chance to paddle me as he saw me reconstructed and in one part alive again. Unfortunately i failed by counting exactly and so he hung me in anger on the gallows.

This was blessedly not a long lifeless stadium since Matt regenerated me immediately. But this guy changed the sequences in the biomedical device and now i have a pretty tight sex. I am not sure if this will be funny during my next sexual actions.

Our paths crossed soon again as he helped me most urgently after a sadistic treatment from Sir Johnny. This bastard approached as i was tightened to one of the magnetic-poles and unable to run away from him.

He ripped off parts of my white nylon stockings and stuffed them into my cute ass, then he activated his lighter and made the shreds burning. I tried to play mostly unperturbed and gnashed my teeth while my anus got singed painfully.
Johnny repeated this cruel game a few times more and smoked with relish a cigarette which i had to chew as he was half finished with it. But the most scary detail on his torture was not done still yet. He whispered in my ear that he would have a final surprise and pulled down my nylon stocking.

Johnny tied it around my head as a blindfold and set it on fire. I was screaming and shaking around while my lids and eyeballs got scorched and finally burned away. Hate grew up in my mind during this agonizing procedure and Johnny climbed on the first position of my hate-list when my eyes became a bloody trailing mess.

After a while of aching suffering in public Matt brought me to the medical room and then after a while i got my eyesight back. So i was able to see the incredible funny new Mab-Cushion Shani has built. It´s a piss-take to the unbelievable cruel Sir Mab, the guy who sewed the terrible grenade in my sex.

During the evening many captives joined us to see this new item which disparage the obviously most cruel sadist at Glass´n Stone House. Foolishly Sir Mab got aware of our little session and saw the photos. We will all die brutally for this fresh created joke, invented by Shani and me.

Shani was the first person Mab captured and maltreated extremely for making this cushion. And he promised that he is not done with us yet, we all will follow soon.

Since the cruel punishment Sir Dunnagh did on me for my last joke with the snowmen i know how hard such promises can end up.

But although i laughed about the cushion idea i needed much aftercare from the torture and humiliation Johnny did on me. My eyes started to bleed again and i retrieved myself from the crowd for a while. With a bandage on my head i was sitting for many hours on the fountain until Sir Bremen took me with him to the beach.

He cared very well for me and brought back my mental health during a long talk we did. But to get over it completely i will revenge the done cruelty - soon Johnny will suffer for that. I am just waiting for the right moment, and i am patient...

Christmas Candle and Final Impact

2010-12-24T06:16:00.000-08:00

It was the early forenoon of December 24th as a loud explosion made the Edgewater Island and the club walls shaking. A giant mushroom of burning smoke was to see above the execution field while a rain of fire lashed down on the green. Dubious silence framed the anomalous situation for a while. To understand how it came, we have to flip a bit backwards in time.

One day before i got humiliated by client Johnny and was forced to wear an incredible ugly pink miniskirt. My wrists were cuffed to my back, the head covered by a linen bag and bending over while being held from a magnetic field pole. After a few hours of deepest suffering in shame i smelled a familiar perfume and the conversant sound of footsteps achieved my ears. I started to tremble and a cold shudder crawled up my spine. Sir Dunnagh, still very angry and disappointed about my latest failure with the built snowmen, approached and was standing close to me. Now the hell was opened.

My linen covered head got soaked by a strong smelling alcohol and the stench of a cigar entered my trembling nostrils. The liquid trailed along my face and back, down to the synthetic pink miniskirt. Suddenly Dunnagh tossed his glowing cigar on the fresh impregnated bag and set it slowly on fire. Under incredible pain my hair and face burned away while the flames increased. Burning parts of the bag felt down on my back and reached the skirt which made me slowly a burning huge squirming and in panic and pain shaking living candle.

The heat collapsed the electronic of the pole and i felt down on the floor where i passed out until my head and back got scorched without mercy. The entire night i had to stay in the regeneration chamber at medical room.

On the next morning as i was healed gladly i ran directly into Sir Mab´s arms. The client was still upset about my failure i did lately with Shani´s release from a caging he ordered and payed for. He dragged me on my hairs to the beach and i had to undress quickly. With a sharp knife he cutted my hair and shaved my head completely and harsh. Then he grabbed my chin with his rough hands and cut off my tongue, stuffed it into my blood squirting mouth and sewed my lips with a fishing line. I choked on the big amount of fresh warm blood which filled my so brutally closed mouth as Mab also began to sew my eye lids.

While i squirmed in pain and got covered by more and more blood which trailed out my sewed lips, Mab shoved a small napalm-grenade into my sex and sewed the labia lips with his fishing line. He applied the line also on the activation ring of the bomb and sewed it to my nostrils, stretched so that i had to bend over my head and every moving became dangerous now. In this state he leaved with an evil laugh.
A few hours later Shani approached the horrible view and wanted help me. I was unable to explain her that any help could cause her own death, instead i screamed muffled without tongue and bleeding like an slaughtered animal out of my sewed mouth. Sir Jeff came by and dragged Shani away to abuse and humiliate her near my position. Both had not realized the unbelievable danger they were entering by being close to me.

A while after Jeff was done with Shani, she was still pinned and hanging abused at the chopping board not far from my position at the outer wall of the execution field and Rya was also there to free her, the inevitable happened. During a very hard choking on my cut off tongue and the amount of blood in my mouth and throat i jerked and moved my head, the grenade got activated and few seconds later my demolished and fire covered trunk, arms, legs and head got tossed in the glowing bright flickering air and bumped lifeless on the green.

A big ball of fire and huge blazing flames devoured Shani and Rya immediately. Three burning and blemished bodies breathed their last while giant columns of fire and smoke flared up high in the Christmas night.

Approach of Double Trouble

2010-12-22T10:24:00.000-08:00

Not many days after the horrible punishment with the heated steel-ring and my burn on the chair i caused new trouble. For freeing Shani out of a cage were she got locked by a very cruel client i had to hack Sir Iezious´ private computers and was able to cheat the security system of Glass´n Stone House.

With changed access codes, a few wires and the laptop of the boss i released Shani finally from the cage she was captured in. Unfortunately my hack got logged and besides this i deleted by a mistake the order of a few hundred electro-butt-plugs of Sir Andres.

Also the outer security shield got affected and horrible tornadoes of lag tormented the island and its residents for many hours.

Very soon Sir Iezious found out what happened and so the next punishment was falling due. He scripted and created three metal poles with a very strong electromagnetic field inside. The steel-band around my head forces me now to stay bent over on this poles every time i come in the range of the fields.

On the first sight this punishment does not appear too cruel but the very exposed position which i have to hold allows the clients and people around to do anything with me.

An escape is only possible if someone presses a special button which is installed near the elevator on the patio. Then i have exactly two minutes to run, after this time the magnetic fields gets reactivated and i get drawn to the center of the pole i am nearby.

I was very happy as Shani freed me from the humiliating device by using the earlier mentioned button. I ran away and hided myself near the execution place. A bit bored i started to build a snowman. Shani came by and we had the curious and also with consequences covered idea to make the figure looking like the stern and gloomy warden Sir Dunnagh.

We laughed a lot and came in motion to build also another snow figure which was looking like Becka, a honorable captive at GSH who is in a better relationship to Sir Dunnagh as the rest of us sexy troublemakers.

After this for us very funny action the first clients and other wardens, staff members and employees saw our work and quickly it rumored around at GSH that we have done something very inadequate. The consequences for Shani and me will be very drastic and cruel since Dunnagh is a very respectable, influential and also harsh acting person at the club. So we are in aware of a draconian punishment which will probably lead us into an execution soon.

The first noticeable reaction for my insulting joke i got to feel by Sir Bremen as he noticed it and asked me obviously shocked if i am insane by doing such. He whipped and punished me very hard and as special addition for my failure he rubbed salt in the bloody marks he caused on my entire injured body.

And as a special augmentation for the disrespectful lapse i got raped by him harshly while my head was locked into a cage where a disgusting rat was running around inside.

After this humiliating first punishment the upset client approached.
It was no less a figure than the incredible cruel Sir Mab and he was definitely not amused about Shani´s release from the cage. So he dragged me on my hairs to the branding barn and locked me on a wooden block.

While Mab told me about his anger he nailed my nipples to the wood with a hammer. He forced me to stick out my tongue wide and pinned it between my extremely hurting breasts. Fish-hooks were added in my nostrils too and got combined with wires which leaded to a giant hook shoved into my ass. My nylon gloves got heated with a lighter and melted under horrible pain. Finally he hammered long steel pins through my ankles and fastened them to the stone floor. I was an in pain whimpering inflexible bloody creature as he left.

But i know this was just the beginning of a spectacular punishment by Sir Dunnagh and maybe Becka too. While permanently trembling and shivering i am in awaiting for what more worse will follow soon.

Crowned with Steel, Fire and Blood

2010-12-19T01:10:00.000-08:00

Three days after i was bound in public on a captive-chair on the club´s patio, the punishment for my unspeakable failure on Sir Iezious came to a final. During the time on the chair i got tormented and abused a lot. The anger about my doings i felt brutally as many wardens and clients used their chance to let off steam on me.

On Saturday evening then Sir Iezious himself approached and my face turned pale as he sat down in front of me. He brought a bowl filled with burning coals and also a rod which got heated inside the fire while he declared what will happen to me.

Sir Iezious, the senior chief of Glass´n Stone House, announced to me that i will get a very red nose and also a hat. The same elements as i did on him as a joke days ago.
The difference now was that he planned to place a heated glowing steel ring around my head - as a hat or better as a cruel crown for my stupidity and disrespect. And also the nose he wanted to redden, but not with a colored plastic as i did, he wanted it the painful way.

The punishment started with the heating of the steel rod he brought. While the kind of punishment was pronounced to me i got tormented with the glowing rod on my already injured and heavy whipped breasts. Also i had to lift my butt from the chair i was bound to and had to hold this painful position while the glowing rod was laying below me between my thighs and below my sex.

While i had to hold the stressful and with pain spiced position above the glowing rod Sir Iezious took pliers out of his pocket and showed me. This was the instrument he had in mind for making my nose red. Quickly he had clamped his pliers in my nose and under incredible pain my nose got bloody and intense injured as he compressed my sensitive flesh between the pliers.

The promised treatment on my nose was done for the moment. Blood trailed down over my lips to the snowy floor. It was time now for the second part - the hat or crown. For this Sir Iezious heated a big steel ring in the fire bowl. With fear widened eyes i had to wait until the steel was glowing and ready for getting placed on my head. My body was trembling from the hair to the toes and desperation covered my now pale colored face.

I got order to hold still as the cruel crown was hold above my head. Then suddenly the glowing steel ring was pressed down and while i yelled like a wounded animal my head skin and hair melted and got scorched painfully. The smell of burned hair and skin filled the air around the chair. It was extremely difficult to hold position during this horrible procedure.

Unfortunately i was not able to avoid a heavy shaking and squirming while the incredible pain on my head overhelmed me. So the steel had to be heated again. There was no other way as to overturn the chair and placing my head directly above the burning coals in the fire bowl. My face got heated up and burned cruel away while the steel ring got his needed temperature back. As the chair was drawn back in the former position my face was an injured mess from horrible blisters, burned skin and bloody juices trailing down from the steel band around my head.

While i was suffering and crying insane, the fire bowl got placed directly below the wooden chair. Panic was crawling up my spine as i realized the flames which flicked up below me. The smell of burned wood filled my hurting and damaged nostrils.

After a while the entire chair was burning and the flames grew up quickly. The heat and smoke blurred my senses and i was yelling loudly until my ability to breath was gone. I felt my skin burning away and the amount of yellow and red glossy blisters on my body raised fast. I saw for a last moment the audience around and passed out before my life was gone finally.

Unfortunately Sir Iezious was not done with his work and the huge fire was not planned this way by him. So someone kicked my dead body out of the fire and i got drawn into the medical room for reconstructing my corpse in the regeneration unit. As i came back to life Miss Shani and Vincent were waiting and they told me that the punishment was not finished yet. Gladly my hair and skin was like new again as we walked out on the patio, back to Sir Iezious.

The steel band was still around my head and i felt the uncomfortable pressure on my skull as the metal got more and more cold and shrank. Iezious wanted to finish his work on my by adding again the red nose with his pliers. He wanted leave me as a living cenotaph for my incredible disrespectful doings on him. So i had again to suffer as my nose got painfully clamped and started to bleed again.

Now finally the horrible and painful punishment was done. I am marked on my nose and the still slightly hurting steel band around my head is permanent until Sir Iezious will find a way to cut or burn it. Being stigmatized and broken on my mind i was released in the late evening then. Traumatized i got aware that my time for jokes is probably gone for a while. Maybe...

Screams in the Cold

2010-12-15T10:44:00.000-08:00

I have to write now again a few phrases since so many deeply affecting happenings tormented my mind. You see me sitting in my own blood on a chair while my ass and sex is painfully intruded from needle spiked dildos. How it came ? Let me roll up the entire path to this horrible situation.

As usual since a while i was assisting the sadists at the Glass´n Stone House. We had much to do and many poor guys and girls had to suffer... often also caused by my hands.

Someone shoot Santa from the sky and we had much fun to torture and use him in a never before done way.

On the other hand i got abused, humiliated and tortured already too. Many clients just waited for the right moment to realize their incredible perverted and mostly very painful ideas on me.

To get frozen slowly in a huge fridge, bound tight to a pole inside is surely nothing i can suggest for having fun.

Also a very long torture session with Sir Mitch where my breasts got nailed after i had to suffer with sliced cut soles, rubbed with crunched sea-shells and tight bandaged, is not my usual evening entertainment.

I was completely freaked out after a very cruel session where my gasoline soaked hair, my sticked out tongue and breasts got burned and tortured by a lighter. The cruel sadist did not allow any move while i got tormented. Otherwise he had sliced my throat with his knife in seconds.

In relation to the previous described torture, the other treatments like electrodes on my labia, appears pretty soft and bearable.

The amount of humiliation was also remarkable during the days. And experts in this theme like Sir Bremen made rich use of it on me.

Often i wished to become invisible suddenly while intense shame colored my face crimson-red during the unspeakable doings on me.

I should not forget to mention the intense sexual abuse which was also present day by day.

For regeneration of my heavily used and abused sex was really no time and so the more and more growing physical pain was permanently surrounding my mind.

I can´t remember how many brutal men raped me and how much semen i had to swallow but the amount was for sure not too small.

Writing this lines makes me shaking in disgust and barely disbelief how deep someone can sink after a while. My fresh re-awoke lust to dominate got a heavy punch in the stomach during the last days and so i paused it.

But now i reflected enough the background of the last days and it´s time for aiming the attention to the actual situation.

Few days ago i got brutally raped and slowly killed by a cruel whisper-demon.
The martyr was gladly over after two hours and my lifeless body was laying in my own blood on the patio. Miss Mali found me there and brought me quickly into the regeneration-chamber to make me alive again. With a still dizzy mind i followed her suggestion to visit Sir Iezious at the beach where he was fishing.

We arrived the beach and the grand senior chief of GSH were sleeping in the sun. Miss Mali worried about his unprotected bald head in the full shining noon sun. I decided to place my Ascot hat and curiously a red funny plastic nose on the sleeping boss. The laughing around was big and a friend of Miss Mali and Miss Shani, the wife of Sir Iezious came by too.

Unfortunately my funny doing on the house-owner had dramatic consequences and so a huge photo of the blamed chief were placed on the house-walls to decry my inadequate doings. The wardens bound me tight to the captive-chair on the patio and gave me free for all possible kinds of punishment - the more brutal, the better.

Not long after this exposed displaying the tormenting and abuse started roughly.
One of the most cruel things which was done on me was the insertion of needle-spiked dildos in my anus and vagina. I will not describe it detailed nor i want to talk about the long way to death i had during many hours of bleeding and more torture while being prepared so horrible.

I just can say that i got made alive again by the use of the genius regeneration technology there and was brought back to the cruel chair. The punishment for my failure has just began and will hold on in this intensity for a while. So i am on a painful path to hell it seems.

Riding the Switch

2010-11-23T09:43:00.000-08:00

It has been an emotional roller coaster ride. I’ve been feeling a mix of ‘up and down’ emotions this past two weeks. The treatments on me were cruel and painful as the weeks before, maybe a bit more worse day by day.

Cattle-Prods and extreme hurting electro-devices seems to become a trend for this winter and i got many painful treatments with this cruel kind of torture.

This days i was often taken by well known dominants like Sir Bremen. It was a honor to meet them after a long time although the pain was mostly intense during this sessions.

Since nearly one year we were not playing" together and i was very thrilled and excited during the hurting hours.

Also i was a bit the lab-rat for Sir Dragan´s newest lockable shoe-creations.

Beside the bondage experiments he had a few, very shocking ideas realized on my body.

The wardens at Glass´n Stone House care very well for me and i got trained intense by their rough hands.

In several very intense sessions my endurance to bear with pain, frustration and desperate situations got leveled up day by day.

While being used and abused from cruel clients at the club i was entering also very morbid and scary situations.

Unfortunately one client wanted punish me extreme and boiled and cooked me in hot steaming water after he threw me in a giant soup-bowl.

This treatment was not good for my health and i died with a horrible blemished body.
Only the excellent working regeneration-devices at the club´s medical room were able to restore and reconstruct my normal appereance.

After this happening i needed a break for few hours and informed my personal pilot to fly me to the Dark Den at Glint.

I saw a few of my old friends there at the bordello and it was also nice to meet Miss V who organized a Pleasure vs. Pain party at this evening.

As i came back at Glass´n Stone my mind was split in some ways. I was not longer sure if i could forever stay obedient and harmless at all. Only taking pain and cruelty, not more giving than screams and satisfaction for the torturer seemed not longer to be my path.
My mood and nature needs both sides of the whip - giving and taking.

On an evening at the club, Miss Shani asked me to assist her by some sadistic treatment on two male slaves. I was very excited and followed her into the scene.

The poor boys had to suffer much during the cruel realization of very thrilling ideas Miss Shani had.

Especially the cock-ball-torture devices got my attention and made my remaining sadistic skills awoke after a very very long time.

After a while i got observed and then at least promoted to be an assistant to the club.

Now i am in the state of a "right hand" to the wardens and staff but get abused and tortured as well...

I am feeling very good in this position and as one of my duties i got Miss Mali´s order to do the ceremonial branding for the honorable club- membership, on two of our preys who earned the seal of the house.
Honored and excited i am settling down more and more.