Vice doll

The young girls brought nipple clamps. Their bites made me scream as I was plowed by the two stallions. I saw blood trickle from my breasts, the pinching was so intense, each pressure sending shocks of pain through my nerves. The two men continued their relentless rhythm, each movement pushing their penises deeper into my orifices. I felt my body writhe, my muscles tense to the limit, my nerves on edge. Tears continued to flow, mixed with screams of pleasure and pain that I could no longer hold back.

Mistress was fascinated. She signaled to the girls, who took thin metal bars tipped with forks. When the tips touched my breasts, I was struck by two lightning electric shocks. I jumped, but my stallions held me down on my penis.

Mistress smiled wider, her eyes shining with unhealthy excitement. She signaled, and the girls approached with new, visibly more threatening instruments. The tips of the metal bars were now replaced by electrodes, and I could see the sparks flying between them. The two men continued their ****, their movements increasingly violent, while the girls attached the electrodes to my breasts and stomach. Each touch sent electric shocks that made me scream, my body writhing in pain. Mistress moved closer, her breath hot against my ear, and whispered,

• Now you will truly understand what it means to suffer.

Mistress stepped back, her eyes shining with unhealthy excitement, and signaled to one of the slaves. He brought a long metal rod, tipped with a sharp point, which he offered to Mistress with a bow. She took it, weighed it, then held it up to my stomach. I screamed as the tip grazed my skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The electric shocks continued to shake me, and the men, still inside me, accentuated each movement with renewed brutality. Mistress smiled, visibly delighted by my cries, and pressed harder on the rod, sliding it along my body, accompanied by the two other slaves who adapted their electric shocks to her rhythm so as not to give me any respite.

The two men finally came inside me as I was shaken by the shocks of the female trio, who laughed in echo to my cries. With a gesture from Mistress, they stopped.

As the wheel of pain said,

• Let's not forget the challenge,

a woman pressed the button, and on the screen, the wheel began to spin. I was barely aware of what was happening. I was barely recovering during this pause. Suddenly, silence fell on the screen, and my new torment appeared.

The wheel stopped with a sharp click, and the screen displayed in blood-red letters:

• Needle Piercing.

Mistress smiled, visibly delighted by this new torment. The two girls approached, each carrying a tray laden with long, thin needles, which gleamed in the harsh light of the room. Mistress gestured, and one of the girls handed a needle to Mistress, who examined it with a sadistic smile. The points were sharp, and I could see the cruel glint in Mistress's eyes as she slid it along my shoulder, leaving a trail of bruised flesh.

The two men left me after emptying themselves inside me; I could feel their semen dripping down my thighs. Mistress smiled wider, her eyes shining with morbid excitement. She pinched my right nipple and punctured it without hesitation, at a pace that made me feel the pain penetrating my breast deeper and deeper, while one of her slaves waited for the other girl to finish penetrating her breast before beginning the same **** on the other breast.

The other girl did the same on the other side, and I felt my muscles tense under the pressure. Mistress, visibly aroused by my cries, decided to go further. A smaller but more vicious needle appeared in her hands. She reached down and grabbed my clitoris. I looked at her, begging her, but my mind couldn't keep up.

Mistress, with a sadistic smile, brought the needle close to my clitoris. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks as I begged her to stop, but she only seemed more aroused by my cries. The needle gently penetrated my sensitive flesh, and I screamed in pain. The two girls, laughing at my suffering, held my arms and legs firmly, preventing me from moving. Mistress, visibly delighted by my distress, decided to go further. She made a sign, and one of the girls brought a thick rope which she tied around my neck, gradually tightening the grip. I was suffocating, my lungs were burning, but Mistress didn't stop.

A ****, with a sadistic smile, tightened the noose around my neck, further restricting my breathing. Tears streamed freely down my cheeks as I gasped, my lungs burning for air, and yet I had an orgasm; I was between the little **** and the real thing. She leaned closer, her breath hot against my ear, and whispered:

• You will learn to love pain, to desire it, to crave it.

The words were like a blade, cutting through my mind, already clouded by suffering. She signaled, and the **** let me breathe at the fateful moment.

The fascinated spectators began to scream,

• the wheel, the wheel.

Mistress signaled, the wheel spun and once again indicated my new torment. The wheel stopped with a sinister click, and the screen displayed in bloody letters:

• Impalement