Impalement

The wheel stopped at that word, and the mistress smiled with blood-curdling cruelty. The spectators, aroused by the previous spectacle, screamed in chorus, their greed insatiable. Mistress gestured, and the two girls approached, carrying between them a long metal pike, sharp and terrifying, tipped only with a spiked ball to spare me a fatal puncture but clearly not horrible suffering. She stroked it with her hand, admiring its sharp point, before turning to me with a lustful look.

• You will beg, desire, implore. Suffering, she murmured, stroking the pike with obscene slowness.

The spectators, aroused by the blood and the screams, screamed relentlessly, their vicious fervor fueling the mistress's cruelty. The pike, icy and menacing, was brought close to my stomach as the two girls held me firmly, their fingers digging into my flesh like talons. Mistress smiled, her eyes shining with sadistic pleasure, and slowly pushed the pike with its spiked ball into my vagina. The ball was large enough for me to feel its progress every millimeter. I screamed, my vocal cords strained to the limit, but my voice was drowned out by the cheers of the crowd.

The pole sank further into my vagina. I screamed, my cries muffled by the cheers of the crowd. The spikes of the ball at the end of the pike plowed into my innermost being; every movement was unbearable agony. The two girls held me tightly, their fingers digging into my arms and thighs, preventing me from moving. Mistress, with deliberate slowness, rotated the pole inside me, accentuating the pain. My legs, no longer touching the ground, thrashed ridiculously.

Then she stopped tormenting me, I regained a little calm. Without a movement, the ball with the spikes became bearable.

• So it's better this way?

Gripping, drooling, sweating, I managed to nod when she took out a small box with a button, which she pressed. At that moment, a electric shock erupted from the ball and spread into my vagina to the laughter of the crowd.

Mistress smiled, visibly satisfied with my distress, but her gaze betrayed an insatiable thirst for suffering. I thrashed my body to escape what I couldn't escape. My muscles escaped me, my sphincter gave way. I smelled the scent as the electric pain spread ever further, the ball striking my innermost being even more violently with my kicks. I became my victim and my tormentor, finding no moment of respite.

Mistress sneered at my convulsions, her eyes shining with boundless cruelty. She pressed the button again, and another electric shock shot through my body, making my teeth clench with the intensity of the pain. The spectators, excited by my ****, screamed with vicious fervor, their cries mingling with my own. The spike, still embedded inside me, hurt with every movement, and the points of the ball plowed into my innermost being, transforming every second into an eternity of agony. Mistress leaned over me, her breath hot against my ear, and whispered,

• You are mine, now and forever.