Final Tour

Final Tour – Part Three:

Chapter One:

After what was, without any doubt, the worst night of his entire life, morning rolled around.    He knew this as a light came on in the ceiling and a few minutes later he heard the wall section sliding across, followed by the door opening.  Mistress Fire entered on her own and, without a word, opened a cupboard and removed her branding iron.  The previous night Jeff had learned that the more noise he made, the more excited the women became  and their excitement just added to their sadistic pleasure pushing them deeper into their depraved acts.  She moved out of his sight but he could here the sound of a gas burner igniting and, shortly thereafter, the smell of hot metal.

He was still manacled to the wall and he thought with any luck he might be able to get a swift kick at the bitch as she approached to finish the branding.  Unfortunately he had forgotten the device round his scrotum but Mistress Fire clearly had not as he saw her touch the button on the strap around her wrist and, once again, the torture had started.  While he was writhing in agony from the effects of the shock, Mistress Fire quickly placed a metal stool across his legs and sat on it.  Its clever placement gave him no opportunity to lift his legs and dislodge her.  This morning she looked even more ugly than the night before and stank of sex and sweat.  He determined to stay absolutely silent in his attempt to reduce the pain that was about to hit him but when the branding iron impaled itself just above his left nipple he gave an unintended scream.  Immediately the bitch broke into fits of laughter, followed by a spasm of coughing sending her vile spit all over his face.

“Did you really think you could take it…. take the pain?   You are one stupid son of a bitch to think that.  Many slaves before you thought the same and none have succeeded.  Why?  Because I just kept going till they broke, and broke they all did.  I haven’t needed a man for an orgasm since I was in my teens because this turns me on better than the biggest, thickest, cocks I’ve ever seen.  Now just relax for a few minutes until the iron heats up again for your final brand”

The pain was excruciating but he was not going to break down at this point although he realized that his thoughts, last night, of planning an escape were pointless.  Both these women were skilled in what they were doing and clearly would provide no opportunity for him to take any advantage of them.  For the first time in his young life he felt utterly defeated and, although not a religious person, quietly prayed for a heart attack to end his life.  The defibrillator hanging on the wall made him realize that the Baroness had thought of everything when it came to ways to prevent her slaves from escaping her depravity and violence. 

At no time during his tours of duty in Afghanistan did he feel anything like as scared as he was right now and regretted that he had not stepped on an IED while over there.  This, he realized was defeatist thinking and he again elected to snap out of this obvious path to depression but, just as the thought was crossing his mind the bitch struck for the second time, this time just above his right nipple.  As if reading his thoughts she held it in place for much longer and he could hear the sizzle of his flesh and, worse yet, could smell it burning.  The look in Mistress Fire’s eyes said it all –absolute insanity.  Her smile broke into a grin that quickly turned into a roar of laughter and, once again, spittle was cascading from her mouth, much of it landing on his chest and, worse yet, some attaching itself to his face and slowly running down to his chin.  He recalled a visit to a very English pantomime during his childhood when the scariest character of all was a wicked witch with a long crooked nose and a cackling laugh.  Well, he had now met her in person and the real thing was infinitely worse.  As if reading his thoughts she stopped laughing and put her face just inches from his.

“Are you enjoying this as much as me?  I hope not because this is all for me and not for you. Years of hatred towards males get their release down here in the Baronesses dungeon.   She and I are utterly committed to extracting all the sadistic pleasure and excitement we can while watching you die a slow and excruciatingly painful death.  Life, as we live it down here, is the best and cheapest ticket in town.  Why do I say that?  It costs us absolutely nothing to pick up unsuspecting loners like you so the return on our “investment” is infinite.   This is such a perfect place for our hobby because when we are finished there will be no trace left of you whatsoever..  When we’re tired of you and have found a replacement, you’ll just blow away in the wind, no isn’t that poetic! Oh God!  Just the thought of it makes my cunt throb.”

She was staring into his eyes and he could see her lips were trembling with excitement.  Finally he could take no more of the sight of her and turned his face to one side.  That was a big mistake as she immediately grabbed his chin with her right hand, still encased in the rough leather glove she had been wearing for the branding, and yanked it forward, closing her hand over his mouth.

“Don’t you dare show disobedience like that again you useless shit!”

Her head came forward and she thrust her mouth over his nose, pushing his head back against the wall.  He held his breath, hoping for some relief but she had different a idea.  With his oxygen supply used up he started to panic and tried to pull his head away from her but she was much too strong and, in his already weakened state, he could not break away.  Instead she held him there until he felt his consciousness slipping away.  She obviously felt his resistance ebbing too so she viciously ground her teeth into his nose breaking the skin on both sides and shattering the bone.  She finally pulled back, spat bloody spittle onto his face and laughed again.  She was obviously excited by this and he could see her breaking out into a sweat and grabbing her crotch.    Clearly she had just had an orgasm and she sat rocking backwards and forwards, rubbing her crotch, humming to herself with her eyes closed.

“Well, seven, you are going to get an unscheduled break today.  The Baroness is not feeling too well so I’m driving her into town for a doctor’s appointment.  Take the time to relax and enjoy the break because when she gets back she will want to make up for lost time.  We might be back tonight or we may just decide to spend the night in town with friends, comparing notes.  Or we might just stay away for a few days, who knows?  You’ll stay right where you are so you can’t get up to any mischief.  I’ll leave the tap dripping so you’ll be able to get a drink any time but there won’t be any food for you until we get back – no point in easing up on your torture just because we are not here.”

With that she stood up, unzipped her pants and lowered them to her ankles and he knew what was coming next.  She moved up close, pulled down her black panties and thrust further forward until her cunt hairs were rubbing against his broken nose and then pissed all over his face.  He expected her to turn around and give him a brown shower but, surprisingly she stepped back  and pulled up her pants.

“No solid food for you this morning - you’ll be really hungry by the time we get back.” 

She walked towards the door, stopped and turned around.

“Oh yes!  One other thing.  We are having an initiation party later this week.  That’s when all the women that bought slaves at the last auction get together for an initial assessment.  The Baroness is first on the list for her presentation so it will happen within the next few days.  It will be a lot of fun for the women but you won’t enjoy it one bit.   We’ll have some ‘head games’ as well as the physical fun so think about how you are going to feel when the four other women show up and join us for the party.  I’m not sure who is the most creative member of the group but you will find out very soon.  Enjoy your rest.”

A few more steps and she was out of the door.  It slammed shut solidly and then, as before, he heard the wall sliding back into place and the room returned to absolute pitch blackness. 

Part Three – Chapter Two:

Several days later.

Jeff had managed to keep himself hydrated for however long the women had been gone – without any light or other way of telling he couldn’t be sure if he had been chained up for one day or three, four or more days but he was sure it was a long time.  The dripping tap had provided him with water but also, not surprisingly, it was designed in a way for the water to drip onto a thin metal or tin plate so the constant sound of the drip, drip, drip was another form of torture intended to make relaxation and sleep virtually impossible.   

He thought about his life up until the time he ventured into the so-called ‘club’ and, while not exceptional, it had not been a bad life.  A hankering after adventure had got him involved in some extreme sports that required him to stay very fit and this was certainly a help right now.  Not satisfied with that amount of stimulation he had joined the army and within a very short time had found himself posted to Afghanistan.  Full of bravado, he had always been the first, or one of the first, to venture into new territory and had miraculously avoided getting hurt, even mildly.  A few of his battalion friends had been flown home with serious injuries and limbs missing but he didn’t even get shot at once during his six-month tour of duty.  In his current, very depressed state he now wished that he had trodden on an IED or got shot and killed by the Taliban. 

The only time he came anywhere close to getting into any kind of trouble at all was when he picked up a young hooker near the base and, without the benefit of a common language, read her intentions quite well, followed her back to a one-room hovel and went in.  He hadn’t realized that there could be prostitutes in such a strict Islamic country but accepted the fact that a) he didn’t know everything and b) no matter where you find yourself desperate people will do anything for money.   He took what to him seemed to him to be a paltry amount of money from his wallet and placed it on a rusted metal chair by the bed – not a bed really - nothing more than a mattress on the floor covered with a dirty grey sheet.  She counted the cash and must have felt that she had won the lottery as her face lit up and she immediately started to wriggle out of her clothes.  His active life had not involved any real intimacy with women so, apart from a few tit-fondles with high-school girls,  this was the first time for Jeff and, much to his embarrassment and frustration, he managed to get one of his boot-laces knotted.  While he was trying to undo it the young hooker took his cock in her mouth and expertly sucked it while gently massaging his balls.  She didn’t smell too good and had dark, oily, hair in her armpits and lots more on her arms and legs.  He was thinking that he would get lost in her pubic hair when the door of the shack burst open and an older woman rushed in, screaming.   Jeff was still trying to get his boot off and was in an extremely vulnerable position as she came towards him.

He thought the woman was about to attack and maybe kill him so, in a gut reaction, he covered his face with his arms.  To his surprise she didn’t touch him but brushed past, grabbing the girl by the hair and then dragged her to a small door at the back of the shack and threw her out.  She then turned round, picked up the money he had put on the chair and slowly sauntered over to him, smiling, while pulling off her clothes.  She was obviously ‘on the job’ as well, as previous clients must have given her the very western red silk underwear she proudly displayed.  She pushed him down on to the mattress and crouched down by his side. Like the younger woman she also smelled of a mixture of sweat and a kind of spice similar to nutmeg.  Her skin glistened with beads of sweat and he could see permanent sweat-stains on her satin bra and pants.  Looking at her more closely he could see the resemblance between the two and assumed that this one was the mother of the girl.  While the younger one was reasonably good looking, by his idea of what an Afghani woman should look like, the older woman left something to be desired.  However, like the daughter, she quickly went to work with his cock in her mouth.  At first she played with the head, licking around in a circular type motion while gently sucking it in, almost to the base.  One of her hands was firmly gripping the base of his cock while her other hand was caressing his balls and occasionally pinching and tweaking his scrotum.  She certainly knew what she was doing and he relaxed into a  ‘sexual space’ and let her get on with it.  She gradually increased the sucking pressure on his engorged cock while drawing him deeper into her mouth.  Unbelievably she got the whole shaft in, and with his cock pushing against the back of her throat, was even able to take his balls into her mouth.  He had never experienced anything like this in his life before and just laid back and enjoyed it.  Another indication of her ability was how she was able to judge when he was about to shoot his load.  Instead of letting him come she would withdraw her mouth a few inches and tightly squeeze the base of his cock until she was sure the threat of orgasm had passed.    

He figured the relatively small amount of cash he had put on the chair would have bought him a blow-job or, at best, a quick fuck but, no, this woman appeared to be just getting started.    Jeff hadn’t really looked closely at her when she came in – he had had his eyes closed expecting to get hit with something – but after the third or fourth near-orgasm she came up for air and looked at him.  Her features, although harsh, were not that bad.  He judged her to be in her 30’s and what she lacked in good looks, was compensated for by her very capable mouth.  At home he wouldn’t have looked at her twice but here she was a welcome break from the routine and, he had to admit, he would have had sex with any female no matter how old or ugly she was just to get away from the drudgery of camp life.  She smiled at him and using rather crude hand signs asked if he wanted more.  He nodded his head vigorously and that made her laugh.  The reason for her great sucking skills immediately became obvious as, when she laughed he saw that a few of her front teeth, both top and bottom, were missing – not too good to look at but great for oral sex.  She went back down on him and, this time, as she sucked his cock deep into her throat, she moved her body around until her legs were by the side of his head.  At that angle she was able to get his cock and balls right inside her mouth and almost close her lips  - an exotic and incredibly kinky experience.  With her legs this close to his face he could smell the musky scent of her cunt and, like any guy in heat, was not in the least put off by it.  Moments later she had quickly lifted one of her legs over his head and her cunt was quivering just a fraction of an inch from his face.  By this time he was beyond reason and pushed his tongue up against her labia.  This was the signal she was looking for and her cunt came down hard on his face and his tongue entered deep inside her.   With his tongue deep in her cunt, her position meant that his nose was between her ass cheeks and he didn’t know what was worse – not being able to breath or being able to breath but inhaling the shit smell of her dirty ass.   Her weight was pressing down on his face  and her knees were holding down his arms so he didn’t have much choice other than to accept the situation until she chose to move off him.  She continued to monitor his body language and several times again was able to literally spit out his cock and squeeze the base hard  to prevent him coming.  Finally, after what seemed like half an hour of sweaty heaven, she lifted herself off of him, laid on her back, opened her legs and raised her feet in the air.  With his pants around his ankles and one boot still on he went down and slammed his cock into her cunt.  Her legs closed across his back and she literally sucked his orgasm deep inside her.  It only took a few moments before he exploded and with that, all his energy and any remaining desire quickly left his body.  He collapsed on top of the woman and laid there in a trance.  She obviously had different ideas, though, as she roughly pushed him aside, put on her dress and started pushing him and indicating that he should pull up his pants and leave.

His reminiscences were brought to an abrupt halt by the sound of the wall sliding back.  Moments later the door opened and the Baroness entered, wearing a burgundy leather coat, matching leather boots and gloves.  He waited for the bitch, Fire, to follow her in but, to his surprise and relief, the Baroness was on her own.

“Well, I see you managed to survive while I was gone.  I expect you had hoped that you would die and escape from the abject misery that awaits you but, like virtually all humans, the desire to survive is much stronger than the ability to voluntarily allow yourself to die.  So, in that regard, you are typical.  None of my previous slaves has died that way but I must admit that I thought that you might have tried to do so.  Make no mistake, you will regret your decision to stay hydrated and alive, but more about that later.  Mistress Fire has gone away overnight as I wanted you all to myself.  I know she told you about the party that we are having  but I want to fill you in on the details.  It will be tomorrow night and, of course, it will be here in my dungeon.  All the other members of our group will be here, without their recent purchases, and you, seven, will be the centre of attention.  It will be one of those rare occasions where you might, in fact, get some enjoyment from the activities yourself.  That is until you can no longer hold your ejaculate.  When you finally come, as painful as it will be to do so, you will set off a string of activities that we will all join in and thoroughly enjoy.  You won’t enjoy them at all but that doesn’t matter. However, up to that point, as I said, you could, if you tried, actually enjoy the experience.  Whatever pleasure you enjoy will be fleeting as, the fear of what is to follow after you come will likely prevent you getting too much joy from it.  Now let’s have a look at your brands.”

She bent down and examined all the brands, poking at them and scratching across the surface of the still unhealed skin.  He cringed back as the pain hit him resulting in a sharp slap across the face from her leather-gloved hand.

“Now listen to me, seven. You have been here for several days now and that is long enough to realize that I don’t want, nor do I expect, you to move unless I give you the instruction.  That will cost you a severe whipping after I have eaten dinner tonight.  Now, to be perfectly honest with you, if you hadn’t reacted to my aggravating of your brands, I would have found some other reason to hurt you or just done it for the sheer pleasure of making you scream and beg for mercy.  I am telling you this so that when, in either a few weeks or a few months, when I am ready to dispatch you over there in the corner” she nodded toward the furnace  “you will not be able to claim that I lied to you.  This is very important to me because I truly believe in honesty and full disclosure.  I know it doesn’t do anything to help you but it certainly makes me feel good.”

She turned her attention to the dried blood on his ass cheeks where Fire had placed two of the brands.   After prodding and squeezing them for a few moments she got up and went to one of the cupboards along the wall and returned with a paddle in her hand.  He was still manacled to the wall but that didn’t seem to bother her at all and, even in the limited space, she was able to get a pretty good slap against his buttocks.  Remembering from earlier that his screams and sobs just turned the bitches on even more, he tried to remain silent as she hit each ass cheek alternately.  For a while he was able to remain quiet but eventually gave a howl as one well-placed hit just pushed him over the top.

“Ah!  I see I am getting somewhere now” she said “That’s good.  I’m going to make you squeal like a pig being skinned alive” 

The next hit was exponentially more painful and Jeff realized that that the other side of the paddle was actually some kind of brush and the hairs, most likely wire, penetrated deep into the wounds and he immediately felt the blood trickling down his legs as she just pounded away at his cheeks. 

“Beg me to stop!”  she screamed  “Come on, beg me to stop, I want to hear you beg for mercy”.

The pain was just too much for Jeff and he did as she commanded  “Please Baroness, if you have any decency in you, please stop the torture.  I will do anything you want, anything at all but please, please stop!”

“How dare you fucking complain.  You gave up all your rights the moment you walked into the club.  I thought we had made that quite clear.”  She paused from the paddling for his response.

“Yes you did, I know you did, but you just asked me to beg for mercy and I followed your instructions”

“Don’t you dare argue with me.  I do not tolerate insolence very well at all.  I was just about finished with this session but, for that, you’ll get another 20 to 50 paddles and then I’m going for dinner”

At that point Jeff just broke down and cried like a baby as the Baroness continued to pound his ass with the wire-brush side of the paddle.  Moments later her shrieks of ecstasy indicated that she was having a massive orgasm.  Thankfully, for Jeff, she collapsed on the floor with her body quivering and that signaled the end of the session.

She stood up, shakily, put the brush back in the cupboard and came back over to Jeff.

“Thank you, seven,  I had a wonderful orgasm.  If you can be that good I might just keep you alive longer than I initially planned.   Something for you to think about, for the next few hours, while I have dinner.  This will help you relax and maybe sleep for a while.”

From her pocket she removed a flesh colored pouch and took out a rubber hood of the same color.  She stretched it between her hands and eased it over his head, gradually feeding it down until the base fitted tightly around his neck.  He began to panic as he realized that there were no eye, nose and mouth holes.  As his fear grew larger the hood did expand a bit as he exhaled but quickly return to suffocate him as he breathed in.    after a minute of so of sheer terror she moved it slightly and two very tiny holes opened up, one under each nostril, allowing just enough air in to keep him alive.

The Baroness returned a lot sooner than the few hours she had indicated.  In so doing she introduced a new element of terror into Jeff’s miserable life.  He knew by the now familiar sounds of the wall sliding and the door opening that she was back in the room but the mask made it impossible to see anything.  He knew she had turned a light on but it was of low voltage so the light did not penetrate through the rubber mask.  His hearing  was also impeded by the mask so he just remained perfectly still in his uncomfortable position with the ridiculous notion that she might forget he was there.  After a few minutes he heard a brief cracking sound, immediately followed by a burning sensation across his back.  He screamed in pain and expected  an angry reaction from the Baroness, but nothing happened.   Several minutes later he heard the same ‘crack’ and his back exploded in pain once again.  As he screamed he could feel more blood trickling down his back.  Again he was met with absolute silence and nothing happened for what he guessed was as long as fifteen minutes.  This time the pain was across his chest and his body arced backwards and, as it did so, the mask twisted slightly moving the small breathing holes away from his nostrils.  He screamed in panic , expecting that the bitch would do something to help him but nothing happened.  He thrashed his head from side to side hoping that the sweat on the inside of the mask would cause it to move back into place but as soon as he started this he felt her arm lock around his neck preventing any movement.  He felt his air supply diminishing rapidly, finally losing consciousness.

When he came round he had been moved and his head was resting on a metal table with his ankles secured to the legs of a metal chair and his wrists locked in bands of steel at each the side of the table.  He raised his head and saw the Baroness sitting at the other side of the table, smoking, and staring at him over the top of her eyeglasses.

Between the two of them was a plate holding what appeared to be pieces of the crust of a pizza.  It also held several cigarette butts and as he took all this in she stubbed out the cigarette she was smoking and added it to the pile.

She pushed the plate towards him.  “Eat your dinner” she said.  “If you eat everything on the plate, and I mean everything, your punishment will be over for tonight.  I’m tired and need some sleep.  I’m sure you do too.  I will be out most of tomorrow getting organized for the party so you will have plenty of time to rest up.  I want you in good shape for  tomorrow evening so the ladies can enjoy you to the fullest extent possible.”  She got up from the table and came back a moment later with a dog bowl.  She placed it by the side of the plate and sat back down.  “That is some coffee left over from this morning –it’s decaffeinated so you should be able to sleep well.”

Having had no food for several days, the rock-hard pizza crust seemed like a banquet in spite of the disgusting cigarette butts that he had to swallow as well.  The coffee was awful but, again, it was something to cherish.  As he finished his meal the Baroness lit another cigarette.  She put her head close to his, pinched his nose with one hand and exhaled the smoke directly into his mouth, making him splutter.  She held his nose with an amazingly strong grip so he was unable to avoid any of the second-hand smoke she was forcing into his mouth.  At the end she ordered him to put out his tongue and stubbed it out directly onto it, flicking the butt into his mouth.  Without being told he swallowed the butt, making him cough.  Simultaneously she coughed a deep smokers cough and spat a huge gob of phlegm directly into his throat.

“As I want you alert and ready to serve my guests tomorrow night I want you to have a good night’s sleep so I’m going to put you into the cage.  Don’t forget that your scrotum is wired so don’t get up to any mischief.”

She stood up, undid the restraints and ordered him onto the floor on his hands and knees.  She now had a schoolmaster’s cane in her hand and a few hard thwacks had him moving in the direction of the cage.  As mentioned before, it was not a particularly big cage and he was unable to stretch out fully inside it, having to remain in a fetal or near fetal position all the time.  The best part was that, finally, he was able to move his arms and legs a little, when he wanted to, and that would help him recover a bit before tomorrow night’s onslaught. Once inside the cage the Baroness wasted no time in sliding the door down into place and secured it with two large padlocks.   It seemed a bit ridiculous to double lock the cage as he couldn’t go anywhere, even if he was able to get out, but in his current state of mind he thought that perhaps she was concerned that he would find a way to kill himself if he was able to roam free in the dungeon.  The bitch thought of everything.

“Just one other thing, seven.  Once I am outside the dungeon I’ll be flicking on a switch that will put an electric current through the bars of the cage.  Not enough to kill you or bring on a heart attack, that would be an unnecessary waste, but certainly enough to cause you a lot of pain.  Sleep well!”

He positioned himself in the middle of the cage, realizing that every single move he made to reposition himself would have to be done extremely carefully as it was just about big enough to accommodate him in the fetal position. 

The familiar sound of the wall sliding closed was immediately followed by a low humming noise that told him that the Baroness had electrified the bars.