Meet Sally the pussy splitter

Juri and one of his man who watches you lustful lead you down to the basement. This time then bring you in one of the small seperate play rooms. The sign on the door says >Sallys room<. You wonder who Sally is or why her room is a **** chamber. But when Juris henchman opens the door you see that the name >Sally< is written in red letters at a iron horse. It is in the middle of the room and it's made from ariangular bar with a steel-coated tip lifted up by a stand. It doesn't look sharp, but it has to hurt a lot in the long run. The bar can be adjusted in height and width with a few wheels on the stand. Next to the iron horse there are only a few bondage options and a shelf full of whips, riding crops, nipple clamps and butt plugs in the room.

"Well, this is Sally," Juri explains proud, "one of our former servant, who was a skilled craftsman, builded her and named her after his beloved one, who was a maid and loved her pussy tortured. I don't know where they are now. They married, left us and two yeares ago they came for a visit to share some old memories. But the important thing is, that pour dear Sally is a cruel bitch. As a punishment for you making noises while ordered to remain quite we will tie you up and place you on top of her with your pussy pressed to her iron tip. Then we lift the tip up so you can't stand any longer and you full wight presses your pussy to Sallys sweet tip. Do you ever used a iron horse before?"

"Yes, one time with my former boyfriend," you say nodding, "we visited a bdsm-club."

"Great, then you know what will happen," the guard next to Juri says cheerfully, "what are you waiting for? Take place on the iron horse!"

Carefully you lift one of yur legs over the iron horse. Right now it is to low to hurt you. you can still stand. But without warning Rough Hands grab your arms and **** them at your bag. You feel the cold metal of handcuffs around your wrists and the typical sound of a snapping lock. However you can't turn around to see waht happens because Juri puts a blindfold on you. Then suddly you feel cold metal in your pussy when Sally is moving up. And she only stops when you are barely standing at the tips of your toes anymore.

You feel like your pussy is ripped apart. But you know that this is nonsense. Your pussy is just very sensitive down there. To make it even worse someone adds a pair of clamps to your nipples. Without wights this time but still very painful. You gasp and cry but nobody is going to help you. After a while you don't even know if the guards are sill in the room. Time continues but you lost every feeling about how many minutes have already passed. But the agony in your pussy increases with every second. You try to bite your teeths to endure the pain. But it is useless. Your hands are tied together so you can't use them to decrease the pressure on your sore cunt.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," you scream in pain, "I … I can't take it … please help me!"

"Oh, you want us to help you," Juris voice says mocking, "we could but … this is not how punishments work. You must learn to remain quite if your masters demand it. Even if it's difficult."

"Please … I can't take it ..." you sob and tears wet your blindfold, "I beg you … give me a break."

"Ah, I don't know," Juri says and caresses your back, "What do you think, my freind"

"Well, I didn't get a move on her initiation rite," complains the guard, "so it would only be fair if she now sucks my cock nicely."

"Did you listen, newbie?" asks Juri and grabs your neck so you have to look at him, "a blowjob for my subordinate. If you manage to do that, I'll save you the last quarter of an hour. Do we have a deal?"