Barbara Moore's life after the Bronx Crux Murders

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Chapter 10

It is just before 4 pm. Barb has calmed down again. Her anger at being found in her office by Bill in an extremely embarrassing situation has long since vanished, almost forgotten. Just as her guilty conscience, to ignore Bill's warnings, to pay attention to her safety and to avoid danger, and to carelessly expose herself to a new risk in the evening that can not be calculated.

At 4 pm she leaves her office, goes straight to her hotel suite. In the bathroom she lets warm water run into the whirlpool tub. A relaxation bath is exactly what she needs to prepare for the coming evening. A few minutes later, her clothes are lying on the floor. She herself relaxes in the large whirlpool tub, dreaming about what surprises the night will hold for her. Yes! She loves this kind of blind dates because she does not know what to expect. This excites her sexually immensely! Involuntarily, the fingers of her right hand slide down into her crotch, massaging it devotedly and extremely sensitively; while the forefinger of her left hand wanders to her right nipple, and the tip of it gently caresses again and again, until it stands up stiff and erect before her breast. Her pelvis circles barely noticeably, following the gentle rhythm of the slightly swirling water, and takes Barb's thoughts into a dream world, far from reality.



"Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!" she moans, as waves of lust slosh through her innermost being, taking her along and not wanting to let go until...

“Whoa! My respect, Miss Moore! If your emotions take us in the same way tonight as like right now, then ...”, a female voice rips her out of her dreams. It is Tatiana. She currently finds herself in Dimitris Penthouse, which is on the top floor of the City Hotel. There is the '' Central '' from which the happening in all rooms and suites on the 11th floor of the hotel in picture and sound can be recorded. In Barbs case this possibility is permanently used since her move into the suite 5 days ago.

Barb is shocked: “Who are you? Where are you? ... I know your voice! How come you can see me?”

“Multimedia, Miss Moore! ... the surveillance system in your suite!”, replies the voice. “We installed it in your suite immediately after your registering for the event”, she lies. “It serves to protect our community from betrayal and to guarantee anonymity to our members and participants in our events. In addition, your status has changed with your registration. Until the end of the event, you are a slave without rights and therefore monitored to detect any violations on your part of our strict rules — our laws — and to take immediate action”, she explains. “And yes, you certainly know my voice from Dark-Net”, she adds. “But now to your date, Miss Moore. It's time to get ready for the evening.”



Now Barb is wide awake again, jumps out of the bathtub and dries off herself in no time at all. Then she blow-dries her wet hair until it is reasonably dry, combs it, applies make-up discreetly and goes to the closet to choose the wardrobe for the coming evening.



“You will not need your clothes!”, the voice announces again. “While you were in the bathroom, a box has been put on your bed with all clothing and accessories, which you need for tonight.”

In fact, Barb sees a large cardboard box on her bed, which is closed with a pink ribbon. She draws up the ribbon and opens up the box. What she sees now takes her breath away. Incredulous, but also sexually electrified, she takes a half step back. She doesn't know what to think of the content in the box. Inside is an extreme barely neglige, wide cut out at the top. At the bottom, it reaches straight to the crotch, is nearly transparent and looks like a 'touch of nothing'; And next to it a pair of black 'high heels'. “Wow!”, Barb is delighted; “These will make my legs look even longer and my figure even slimmer.”

As if at the push of a button, she feels the suspicious tingling sensation of sexual arousal in her crotch, so familiar to her, which also turns on her head cinema every time, and takes her into a world far away from reality. She pauses for a moment, sees herself in her mind's eye as an object of desire radiating pure eroticism, to which the men’s world lies at the feet. But when she takes négligé and high heels out of the box, this vision bursts like a soap bubble. What she sees now, reveals the exactly opposite to her. Makes clear, the role she has to play in the evening event.

A closer look at these utensils strengthens her conviction that the evening will be extremely severe for her. The items still in the box are typically part of the outfit of a slave who is to be humiliated to the extreme and forced to obey by inflicting constant pain on her genitals. They are: a blindfold, a lockable choker with a chain in front, a thick ball gag, cuffs for wrists and ankles, connected by a chain with associated locks and alligator clips with serrated jaws and attached weights for nipples and labia.

Since Barb doesn't know that Boris Fisher is Dimitri's informant and consequently can't classify his partly strange behaviour at the moment, she of course assumes that she is part of the slave show. This performance increases her asexual arousal even more. Her submissive nature demands submission, her body longs for a climax of pleasure and pain. Ever since she broke up with Detective Goldman, she has not experienced this kind of fulfilment.

Yet she hesitates.

“If Goldman had presented me with a box with this content, I would have rejoiced inside and not hesitated a second to adorn my body with it”, she says to herself, “but in the current situation?”

Suddenly alarm bells are ringing in her head, warning: “Run away as fast as you can! Something's wrong here, is running awry! Is Boris behind it? Is he the spy in the ranks of the police? Did he lure her into a trap?” Too many questions, she can't answer right now, doesn't want to answer. Currently, she does not succeed in thinking clearly, since she is sexually aroused too much for that. She stares at the box with fascination and sees Boris in her mind's eye, who gloatingly asks her to finally put the contents on. Then suddenly Bill's admonitory words and her promise to exercise caution in her investigations shoot through her head. She just doesn’t know what to do, is unable to make a decision. Shall she goes through with it or just run away?

Her hesitation and her gaze at the door did not seem to go unnoticed, since again the voice is saying: “Miss Moore! You're not thinking about escaping, are you? Forget it as soon as possible, because you won’t get far!” After a short break the voice adds: “We'll get to the punishment later.”

Barb is confused and ask herself: “Punishment? Why punishment? Did I do something wrong or why does she say we'll get to that later? Am I exposed, my mission known because Boris is the informant and betrayed me? Then the threatened punishment would make sense.”

Barb shudders. She knows they've already taken the book out of her hands. That she is no longer mistress of her actions. How does it say in the registration “slave until the end of the event”, with the consequence that others decide over her and her fate. She therefore prefers to follow the clear words from the loudspeaker. When she takes the almost transparent mini dress out of the box, the voice reminds: “By the way, you have to hurry a little, Miss Moore! At the latest in half an hour, at 6 p.m. you will be picked up. Until then, you must be ready and carry all items from the box properly on your body, otherwise you will be punished. This is what the rules dictate. The blindfold,” she mentions, “serves primarily to protect us from discovery and persecution. It must be worn regularly by all guests on their way to our events”.

The hint to hurry is incentive enough for Barb to start her ''dressing''. Now her focus is once again entirely on participating in this event. The official interest has now receded into the background, and her eyes are focused solely on the upcoming ''blind date''. Not knowing what's coming up turns her on immensely, immediately switching on her head cinema. She needs the thrill! It's no coincidence that her gaze is stuck to the objects in the box again right now.

Already a delightful shiver overcomes her, that wanders very slowly down her back, electrifies her body; first the tips of her nipples ... “Aaahhh!”; runs further downwards, has now reached the navel ... “Uuiiiihh!”, how it tingles and tickles; moves deeper and deeper, has now finally arrived between her thighs ...

Then it happens! Suddenly, with the power of a suddenly breaking thunderstorm, almost like an “invisible hand”, something reaches for her thoughts, takes possession of them. Barb now seems far away. Her breath becomes faster, more violent. She weighs her body, gasps, opens her crotch as if by remote control, to allow bliss admission into her vagina. In doing so, she continues to foment the once inflamed flame in her grotto of pleasure, until the sensitive play of her nimble fingers, which circle her clitoris with sensitive movements, or massage it, have ignited the small flame into a blazing fire.

When Tatiana reaches for the microphone to ask Barb once again to finally begin with her dressing up, Dimitri tells her to wait. He has been watching Barb since she entered her suite this afternoon. By now he is so taken with the lascivious charisma of this woman that he almost forgets, to see the image of the enemy in her. Under no circumstances does he want to see Barb's masturbation act interrupted. He has just noticed the increase in her sexual arousal and the associated swelling of her pussy and her long, narrow labia.

Barb is now mentally fully immersed in her world of lust and pain. Working nimbly, she strives with every fibre of her body towards a goal. Then it is so far! The shiver, that initially ran down her back has now spread to a furious hurricane, in the eye of which her over-sensitized clit seems to succumb to the maelstrom of pleasure at any moment. Barb's ecstatic twitching body fights wildly against this overwhelming, crushing violence of no longer to be controlled feelings, without preventing that he succumbs to the vortex of the roaring hurricane of emotions and subordinates himself its wild circling and rhythmically movements.

Dimitri is thrilled with what Barb delivers to him without her knowledge. With this and the yet following footage he can earn a lot of money, he is sure of that. He has never experienced a woman who satisfies herself in such an entertaining and equally inspiring manner. When he witnesses with the hand on his penis how the abstruse jumble of erotic to extremely frightening scenarios in Barb's head discharges with the energy accumulated in her body in an orgasm that brings salvation, he too, can no longer hold back.

Now Tatiana may reach for the microphone and remind: “You have only 15 minutes left, Miss Moore!”.

 

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Barb is abruptly torn from her eerily erotic dreamworld. A grip on her wet, dripping pussy tells her instantly what just happened. There is no more time for washing and drying. Doesn't matter to her now! The important thing now is that she brings the dress, high heels and the other utensils from the box to her body as soon as possible. Already she leans over the box ...



First she puts on the almost transparent négligé, followed by the 'high heels'. The obligatory look in the mirror, in front of which she turns her slender body, shows her very tantalizing and really sexy. Satisfied, she turns back to the box in which the other items are waiting to grace her body. When she is still thinking about which of the utensils to put on next, it is suddenly back again, the electrifying tingling in her body. Slightly trembling with excitement, she chooses the wide, steel collar with the thin chain at the front, that she carefully wraps around her neck, folds up and secures with the small lock. Then she closes her eyes for a moment and sees herself led on the chain, presenting a curious audience; This fantasy lets her shudder with excitement and chases tingling joy over her back. But an inner voice urges her to hurry, interrupting this emotional excitement brutally, but without ending it. Barb shakes herself briefly, pushes the shackle of the small lock she holds in her right hand through the eyelets at the back of the choker and presses the still open side of the shackle into the lock; "Clack" and the first irreversible step of her humiliation is complete.



“Move on!”, Barb pushes herself. The big ball gag is quickly applied. It seems to be made for her, fills her mouth completely, especially doesn't let any significant sound come out, makes it impossible for her, to call for help.



“Now it's getting painful”, she thinks, as she grabs the first of the four tight alligator clips with the attached weights. “The ball gag will certainly ensure that after its painful bite, not a single sound can be heard outside her suite; my strongly increasing sense of pleasure for the fact that the actually very painful bite of the sharply serrated clamps has a stimulating effect in the first phase, remains bearable in the second phase and probably much later, with a dwindling sense of pleasure, will turn into tormenting pain”.

Carried by the just excessive exhilaration of lust, Barb pushes the first clamp several times apart just to try it out, then lets it snap shut again. “Pretty tight!”, she remarks, “but as a 'bad girl' I really deserve it”, she gives herself pertly. Now it gets serious! With the thumb and forefinger of her right hand she pushes the terminal strips with the pointed iron teeth apart, bends herself forward and with the thumb and forefinger of the other hand she rummages her left labium out of her crotch, squeezes as much of her soft flesh as possible between the wide open teeth of the clamp and lets it bite slowly and controlled.

“Mmmmhhhh”, she breathes heavily under the thick ball gag. She observes with interest how the pointed teeth of the clamp disappear into the tender, extremely sensitive flesh of her labium, which becomes longer and longer as Barb carefully releases the attached weight from her hand. If there was also a slight sensation of pain in the beginning, this has already turned into pure pleasure. Driven by this feeling of pleasure that she still wants to increase, Barb wants the second clip on her right labium to follow quickly. However, it is not so easy for a right-handed woman to hold the clip open with her left hand just as cleverly as with the right. Therefore, it happens! Barb has just pulled the lower part of her right labium between the unfolded teeth of the clip, when the clip slips out of her hand. The clip snaps shut and its teeth drill hard and painfully into the tender flesh. Additionally, the weight attached to the clamp falls downwards and ends its fall with a proper jerk to Barbs right labium. But more than another muffled, but much longer lasting pain moaning into the ball gag is also not to be heard this time.

Like in a storm, in which uncontrollably countless thunderbolts twitch in the sky and take him in, the pain takes possession of Barb's body. In the form of pointed, piercing needles, it shoots through every fibre of her body and finally discharges into the tips of her nipples. Barb snorts into her gag, breathes deeply several times. Her body tightens, her ribs are now clearly visible above her flat abdomen and her round, beautiful breasts lift and lower to the rhythm of her momentarily hectic breaths.

Dimitri, who continues to watch her secretly, can hardly believe it: “How is she on it”, it gushes out of him; “She is fantastic, priceless, a pain-horny bitch, who only really takes off when other bitches' lust is already smoky with pain”.

In fact, Barb's libido calls for a situation like the current that unites all the components, she needs for a completely satisfying orgasm. For it is not only the humiliation and pleasure of pain that her submissive sexual nature demands, but also the attraction of the uncertain or infamous and the danger that comes with it, which contributes greatly to the quality and sensation of her climax. This is one reason why Barb, in everyday life a self-confident, determined woman, gave up her job with the New York Police Department to work as a freelance investigative journalist. This way she is not subject to any constraints and can do what she likes to do best, uncover grievances in the sex and sadomasochistic scene, report about them and support the police in fighting crime in this milieu.

The situation she is in at the moment offers all the conditions for a first class orgasm:

What dangers await her? — She does not know.
Escape is futile! — She has been clearly told that.
Plus the transformation into a slave, which she has to do herself in an act of
self-bondage.

All this is enough to get her emotions and her body going, to electrify her, to ignite her inner fire. To that the mishap in applying the clamp to her right labia! The almost unbearable pain, which therefore shoots through her body like thousands of sharp needles, penetrating in every fibre of her body, finally reaching the tips of her nipples, where it searches for an outlet, that it don't find; this pain has just fired her emotional world extremely, brought her to the brink of boiling over.

Barb's nipples are now screaming for the missing 'jewels'. Long erect and hard as a rock, they stretch towards the greedy clamps, are now ready to carry them together with the weights. As they then snap over her nipples one by one, their teeth slowly penetrating deeper and deeper into their stiff tissues, sending never-ending waves of electrifying bliss throughout Barb's body.

Already during her entire dressing process Barb is in a state of being felt, of countless small orgasms. What is still missing is the redeeming finale that she strives for. But for this she has to finally complete her voluntary submission.



To do this, she sits down on the bed, takes the chain-linked construct of hand- and ankle cuffs out of the box and bends forward, to let the leg irons snap around her ankles. This is already a bit of a hassle, since Barb's hands tremble tremendously, either out of impatience or from sexual arousal and inner tension. When that's done, she grabs the blindfold and places the two covers precisely over her eye sockets. Then guiding the two straps right and left past her head and pulling the buckle at the back of her head so tightly that no more spark of light can touch her eyes. Now she bends forward again, gropes for the handcuffs connected by a chain with the ankle cuffs and wants to tie her hands in front of her body, to complete her self-bondage. But the voice from the loudspeaker sparks energetically in between: “Stop! Get down on your knees and fix your hands behind your back!”

Barb obeys and slides from the bed to her knees. Somewhat awkward, since ''blind'', she then leads the chain with the handcuffs with her left hand through between her legs and reaches behind her back with her right hand for them. Only seconds later she closes the first steel cuff around her left wrist. Carefully she presses the two halves of the hinge together. It makes ''click, click, click'' and the steel cuff includes her wrist tightly.

Barb's breaths are getting more irregular, shorter, more ecstatic. She can feel the alligator clips wrestling with her nipples incessantly, pressing her teeth firmly into them, so as not to be shaken off, since her tits always faster and wilder jump up and down. The heavy weights alone ensure that it doesn't get too hectic. They swing continuously and somewhat leisurely back and forth, taking Barb's long-drawn breasts with them. A feeling that makes her more and more horny.

“Only three 'clicks' left and it's done”, it shoots through Barbs head, “then I'm completely helpless and ready for the show. Then I have to endure everything that they do to me without being able to defend me”. In her it bubbles and surges enormously. She wants it badly, can't stand it much longer. Her body language signals determination to finish it quickly now. Finally, also her right wrist rests in the half-shell of the handcuff. This feeling alone drives a torrent of bundled lust through her body, which threatens to explode at any moment. As the last act of her self- bondage, she now presses the two halves of the right handcuff together with her left hand; Two clicks in a row, followed by a third, the liberating 'click' only seconds later.



This makes Barb's body, now clearly limited in its ability to move, explode in a wave of unbridled, overflowing lust, that does not seem to ebb, and which, thanks to the gag, she can not scream out either.

“What an orgasm!”, voyeur Dimitri is impressed.

Barb twitches wildly and winds her body, which radiates pure eroticism, in the shackles in a way that Dimitri would not have thought possible. She doesn't even realize that Tatiana has just entered her suite to pick her up. She doesn't react either when Tatiana clasps her arms tightly together above the elbows with two upper arm cuffs connected by a metal link, then grabs them roughly by the arms and pulls them onto her feet. Even as Tatiana grabs the necklace of her choker and pulls her along the long hotel corridor to the freight elevator, her senses are still far from finding their way back to reality.

As if in a trance, remote-controlled as it were, she reacts to the gentle pull on the chain and follows its direction, for she is too busy with the stimuli, that now affect her body. In particular the cool breeze in the corridor, brushing through the thin fibre of her négligé, to lift and presses it back on her body, causes a tingling sensation on her skin. This feeling is further fuelled by her notion that a stranger might step out into the corridor and see her in this degrading manner. All these stimuli electrify her body again and again, sending scary-blissful waves through it.

As the freight elevator descends fairly quickly, this wonderfully electrifying tingle urges itself into Barb's step with such power that it creates a goose bump on her body surface. Her pores straighten up and Barb barely noticeable trembles all over her body, because of the blissful showers that are constantly rushing at her. An additional soft, subdued moaning into the gag, testifies to her still immense state of arousal. Tatiana is very impressed by Barb's lasciviously challenging appearance and, as it were, rousing way in which she literally stages the individual phases of her sexual intoxication. The fact that bondage and torture yet fuel Barb's state of arousal makes things even more interesting for Tatiana. As dominatrix Svetlana, she absolutely wants to carry out Barb's punishment herself. “How would I like this painful slut in my torture room!”, she thinks; “I absolutely must get the opportunity to whip her!”

to be continued.

 

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Chapter 11

Once in the underground car park, Barb is led into a separate area that is not accessible to the public. She reaches this area because of the short connection between her ankle cuffs with many small typing steps, following the pull of the chain in Tatiana's hand; a mammoth task! It is extremely difficult to move on high heels, if you are additionally restricted in your freedom of movement by handcuffs, and hindered by blindfold and all the torture utensils on your body. The applause of clapping hands signals to her that she has reached her preliminary goal.

“Bravo, Mrs. Moore! Really impressive, the performance in your suite”, praises Dimitri, who is already waiting for her, and continues: ““As you may already have noticed, you will not be able to attend the event you have planned today. First! After Detective Fisher, our informant, has already informed us about your arrival in Denver and your investigation assignment, we've watched every step of yours from the beginning. Then his message, that he registered you for tonight's slave girl show on your insistent demand. He told us, that you had studied our rules and regulations carefully when you registered, and even asked him some questions about them. Therefore, you know exactly that you have submitted to the strict rules of our community without any ifs and buts. With that you had to refrain from anything that could harm the SM-Community and its members. Nevertheless, you intended to use your participation in today's event to spy on us and collect evidence to be able to prosecute our community with the aim of breaking it up. This is, as you know after studying our rules, the most serious possible violation because your intent would have threatened the very existence of our community. It therefore demands the harshest form of punishment”.

Barb, who initially followed Dimitri's remarks calmly, becomes visibly restless at his last words. She immediately recalls the lines she read when she registered: “Other violations of the strict laws of the SM-Community can, depending on the severity of the offence, lead to penalties that extend far beyond the duration of the event and, in the worst case, manifest the status of the affected person as a slave. In this most extreme case of punishment, the affected person becomes the property of the community as a slave, which is free to decide on her further use.”

She now twists and turns her slender body somewhat violently in the tight fetters that hardly allow her any freedom of movement. Thereby, the weights, clamped to her nipples and labia, jiggle back and forth. Several times she tries to escape Tatiana's grip by pulling against the thin chain fastened to her steel choker. In vain, since Tatiana will not let up. On contrary! Two- or three times she pulls it jerkily forcing Barb to give up this way.

Meanwhile, Dimitri approached Barb. Roughly he pinches her left nipple, pulls on it strongly, elicits a sharp groan into her gag and grimly whispers to her: “I realized by your reaction that you know the rules and know exactly what to expect, slave! And don't worry, you will get your live performance tomorrow!” At these words, he presses the clip on her right nipple so tight together, that despite the gag, Barb's outcry is still heard loudly. Scornfully, he continues: “The members of our community can hardly wait to finally see you at last humiliated and suffering; the person, who has caused so much annoyance to our scene with his research and publications over the past year. Dominatrix Svetlana will accompany you on the journey to the place of your performance. A special equipped 'taxi' guarantees you the ride you earn, slave. Bye for now. See us“. — Corrects immediately — “Sorry, blindfold slave, I see you”.

While Tatiana drags the defiantly resisting Barb to the waiting van, Dimitri returns to his penthouse suite on the top floor of the building. From there, he wants to follow the approximately one-and-a-half hour drive to the destination on his monitor. Several cameras are installed in the van to film the journalist, who is hated beyond all measure in the SM-Scene, from every imaginable angle during the transport to the place of her last performance. Dimitri wants to capture all emotions of this extraordinary woman, especially her fight against the chains. This will be a more than profitable business, since his clients are going to pay a lot, to see the live recordings of the tough publicist. And! When the ride is over, it surely will continue in a very interesting way.

Satisfied, he observes how Sergei, his ''man for all cases'', tears Barb the almost transparent négligé off her flawless body and throws it on the floor. Sergei will later steer the van. During the drive to the destination Tatiana has the task of controlling the four cameras installed in the back of the van, filming Barb's fight with the restraints and choosing the most suitable settings.

Dimitri is currently witnessing, via the surveillance system installed in the garage, as Sergei Barb pulls through the opened rear doors of the van on the loading area, in the centre of which a stand height-adjustable is mounted. On its top sits a powerful, vibrating dildo. Above this, Barb's body is aligned in a kneeling position so that her pleasure grotto is enthroned exactly on its glans, her labia can lick it, and she is offered another stimulating sensation in addition to the charm of the clamps and the chains. Even the first touch seems to have rekindled Barb's desire. She audibly presses a moaning of lust into her gag, which increases in intensity as Tatiana and Sergei pull her thighs apart and fix them wide spread to eyelets in the car floor. As a result, her pelvis is lowered further. Her pussy lowers further towards the dildo, whose tip penetrates her vagina so straight. Barb won’t be enough so far. Constantly, but in vain, she tries to push her body further down to allow the dildo to penetrate deeper into her, reach her clitoris and massage it.

Tatiana is thrilled. “What a woman that Barbara Moore is! The paragon of eroticism and sensual devotion ... and she loves to be tied up and tortured; yes, she really wants it! For her, this strict, even painful way of disciplining seems to be an invigorating elixir, which she needs to penetrate the infinite spheres of physical pleasure. And we've recorded every minute since she entered her room this afternoon ... and it's not over yet. That makes the cash register ring properly”, she rejoices.

Therefore, it is only consistent to continue with Barb's fixation, further restricting their scope for movement. Tatiana quickly put a wide steel hoop around her hips, which tightly encloses her body at the level of the belly button. Then she secures it with a lock. She then grabs the chain attached to the front of the steel hoop, pulling it forwards, fastens it tautly to the rear wall of the driver's cab. Barb's body is thus clearly pulled forward in the hip area. To further complete her strict bondage, Tatiana now wants to attach a chain to the steel link connecting her upper arm cuffs. Barb tries to prevent this by moving her chained body, and her arms, tightly chained together behind her back, back and forth as violent as she can.

“That's where we caught a real wildcat”, Tatiana delights and is sure that the customers who are watching them live at the moment, get their money's worth, as well as those, who later call for the on-demand mix. In no time at all, she connects the relatively short chain, which is attached to an eyelet on the ceiling of the van, with a snap hook to Barb's upper arm cuffs, forcing her body into an uncomfortable, bent-forward posture. In this way, also the chain, which connects her hand and foot cuffs, tightens. Her feet hardly touch the ground any more, so that her body weight now rests completely on her widely spread knees, strapped to the floor of the loading area; a position, that will become quite unpleasant for our protagonists over time.

Yet it is not so far! At the moment, Barb's feelings are still inspired by exuberant, greedy lust. She knows that the evening is by no means going the way she planned and expected it to; that in the tinge of sexual arousal she has once again thrown all the rules of reason overboard, given in to an ever-increasing feeling of lust, and in her desire for submission, lust and pain she has placed herself in a threatening situation with no way out. But she doesn't care about that right now. She can't change her current situation anyway. Therefore, why not enjoy the moment? Aren't it her helplessness and her pain, which at the moment carries her elation, are her ticket into a bizarre world of pain and lust, to fulfil her desire for pain, which her submissive nature and her body is longing for, to climb the highest heights of sexual lust once again?

Surrounded by total darkness through the blindfold and unable to call for help through the thick ball gag in her mouth, it is only the few acoustic perceptions that she can still share with the world around her. Otherwise, there are only the physical stimuli that rush at her body from outside, flood it, take possession of it. To transform these then into pure sexual pleasure, that is what she wants, that's her great talent, her passion.

“Wow!”, Barb hears the now familiar female voice say to another person: “One thing you've got to hand it to that Barbara Moore! I've never seen a slut who's getting so horny, while bound and humiliated, and thereby is looking so erotic.”

Barb can literally feel it! At least one pair of eyes is now admiring her bound body. Asked about it, she would frankly admit that this somehow fills her with pride. At this thought, the hairs on her skin raise and a pleasant surge of exciting tingle and joyous shiver runs down her back reward her lonely soul.

Meanwhile, Tatiana is still standing in front of the side door of the van, still lost in thought, unable to tear her gaze away from Barb. Forgotten are Rachel and her younger sister Sophie, of whom she was so enthralled before. Currently, she has only one wish, one goal! Getting permission to whip Barb, whose little hairs are just straightening up. Immediately she feels like Barb, sees herself on one wave with her victim. A sweet shiver runs down her spine. She sighs! ... Shakes up briefly and ... is then back in the thing.

“Now let's go! There are still nearly two hours driving in front of us!”, she thinks loudly and claps her hands as if she wants to push herself. Quickly she hangs two more weights on Barb's nipple clamps to keep her teats busy enough on the go. Then she pushes the penis-like vibrator deep into Barb's pussy, turns it on, closes the side door of the van, goes to the driver's cabin, takes seat in the passenger seat and asks Sergei to drive off.

After Barb heard that the car doors been slammed shut and the engine been started, she exults in her exuberance of sexual desire and unrestrained lust: “Well, then I still have some time left for one or the other orgasm!”.

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Joe Mendez has assigned five teams to observe Barb around the clock. That's how he has agreed with his friend and colleague Bill. Part of their plan from the start was to leave Barb uninformed. Both know about her risky solo investigations, but want to let her do it. She is supposed to lure the villains out of cover in her incomparable way. The rest he, Joe, will do with his teams. He's all too aware, that one or the other of his teams will be discovered, but that's quite normal and as an old, experienced officer, he must expect this from the start. “Give and strike unexpectedly at the right moment” is the motto he has always been successful with. So there are always two teams close to Barb. The other three teams either monitor the wider area around her whereabouts or stay ready on call at the police station.

Around 6 pm an elegantly dressed woman in a red coat comes out of the hotel and waits in front of the main entrance. She has hidden her face behind large, black sunglasses. Judging by her shape, hair and make-up, her guardians can only assume that this person is Barb, especially since the face hidden behind the large sunglasses is very similar to hers. Only a few minutes later, a dark limousine drives up; the lady in red gets in; the limousine drives off.

“The swallow flies! Please follow!”, Team '2' sends a message to Team '1' and passes on the car number of the black sedan to Team '1'.

“Stay unobtrusive and keep your distance!”, joins Joe, who coordinates the radio traffic from his office.

After that, nothing remarkable happens for about an hour. Meantime four cars are driven into the hotel garage; at 19.10 clock the van of an electrical service leaves the hotel garage. Car number, address and phone number are immediately noted by Team '2'. After that again, half an hour passes without anything worth mentioning happening.

Then ...

Team '1' reports: “The woman in red was a feint!”

The momentous news hits Joe Mendez like a bomb.

“Shit, we blew it! It was the van”, he curses. “They have fooled us, are over all mountains now”.

He breaks off the action; calls back his teams, informs Bill, and mails the license plate number and inscription of the van to all police stations and the Highway Patrol in the wider Denver area. That's all he can do right now. In addition, he must now conjure up a Plan 'B' up his sleeve as quickly as possible, since Barb's life is in danger after this messed up operation. Now only the proverbial ''happy coincidence'' can help.

- - - - -

Meanwhile, the van has long since left Denver. Unremarkable, with an hourly speed of 65 miles (ca. 105 km), it drives the Highway 36 in an easterly direction. The van's destination is a large, largely dilapidated former factory site somewhere on State Highway 71 between Woodrow and Last Chance.



... to be continued.

 

[atzehes]

Chapter 12

Last Chance is an unincorporated community located approximately 125 kilometers from Denver at the intersection of US Highway 36 and State Highway 71 in a sparsely populated area in eastern Colorado. In former times it was a lively city with motels, cafés and an important stop on road east of Denver. It was the last stop (Last Chance), where travelers could receive gas, food and accommodation, and so on. There is not much left of it, except a motel, a few abandoned houses and some street signs. Woodrow is also an unincorporated community, a US post office in Washington County, Colorado, named after Woodrow Wilson, the 28th President of the United States.

This lonely region offers the ideal conditions for the activities of the SM community. Here, far away from any settlement of people, it can carry out its bizarre events unobserved and undisturbed. The former factory premises, which is located off the beaten track and easily accessible from the main road, is perfect for this purpose. For several years now, it has served Dimitri as a place for the production of hard SM films in front of an ideal backdrop and his SM-Community as a meeting place for the realization of their events, without having been disturbed even once.

On the way there, there is a lot of action to be seen in the cargo area of the van. The dildo pulsates incessantly in Barb's pussy, ensuring that her state of excitement remains at a constantly high level. Barb does the rest herself. Each time she presses her clit against the pulsating dildo, it tingles violently. Consequently, exuberant waves of pleasure chase through her body. Add to this the sweet pain that emanates from her nipples and shoots through every fibre of her body.

The bumps on the roads, the rocking of the van in the bends and the constant up and down, all this causes the weights on her nipple clamps to be constantly moving. The quality of the constantly changing road surface determines the intensity of the play of the weights with her tits and nipples. During short shocks through potholes in the road surface, the weights on the clamps jump up and down jerkily.

In these moments Barb feels how deep the teeth of the clamps have dogged into her nipples. The weights simply pull them up along with the clamps, to shoot afterwards again with them into the depth. This always ends with an abrupt stop and a painful pull on her nipples. Exactly this feeling of forced pain is the elixir that fires their sexual arousal. This, coupled with the state of her total helplessness, as well as the dildo constantly pulsating in her vagina, ensures that she can maintain the level of her sexual arousal at a very high level for a long time. With this feeling, the feeling of her total helplessness and the dildo constantly pulsating in her vagina, she can keep the level of her sexual arousal at a very high level for a long time. While tensing her muscles to the utmost in the process and opposes herself against the almost indomitable power of her chains, she can always achieve the desired inner release, which then culminates in a fulminant orgasm. Many of her fellow human beings cannot understand that it is precisely the total imprisonment, culminating in complete immobility, which she needs, like the air to breathe, to achieve inner, sensual freedom and the accompanying explosions of feeling.

The van just drives through a left-right combination, then a very long right turn at high speed. Barb, whose senses are sharpened to the extreme because of the total darkness surrounding her, can now follow and feel this very precisely. If the van tilts strongly to the left or right when passing through sharper curves, the weights dangling from her tits impressively trace this process. They swing, following the centrifugal force, in a wide arc to the left or right, pulling her breasts along, which wobble from one side to the other.

This interplay of constantly changing factors, the permanent dragging of the heavily weighted clamps on her nipples, the pulsating dildo in her pussy ensure that Barbs emotional state does not change for a while. The desire for pain is currently so present that it carries Barb to multiple orgasms. Constantly fighting back against her tight shackles, she tries to give relief to her clamped arms or her wide spread thighs, thereby releases energies, which at the same moment change into pure lust. In doing so, she goes to the limits of her strength and expends herself to the utmost.

Later, she feels the thick beads of sweat that have formed on her body trickling down him. She notices that her powers dwindle, her lust fades with them, and the pain slowly but inexorably gains upper water and takes more and more intensive possession of her body, right up to its complete takeover.

When Tatiana opens the side door of the van after arriving at her destination, she finds a Barb, whose body language now speaks a completely different language. She is no longer the one who just now proudly and belligerently braced herself against her severe shackles, but one who, with a painfully distorted, despondent expression on her face, hangs like a pile of misery in her formerly beloved chains, even seeking support in them and languishing.

Tatiana is visibly pleased to see the tough Barb like this. She has still managed to break the will of the women entrusted to her care. “Is a leisurely car ride enough, to let yourself hang like that, Miss Moore?”, she sneers and casually adds: “Considering your condition, it's good, that the event with you in the main role as tortured snooper is not taking place until tomorrow. Your partner, Detective Boris Fisher has thankfully given you a false date”. Laughs loudly!

Barb's not answering. How could she? “You always see each other twice!” she thinks defiantly and: “My efforts have already yielded a first success in the investigation. The leak in the police force finally has a name, 'Boris Fisher'. But does that justify the situation I am in at the moment? “. To find out whether she can rely on him, or he is the informant, Barb is now in this hopeless situation. However, she knows now why any police effort in this matter has failed so far. But that is of secondary importance to her at the moment, since at first she wishes nothing more, than to get rid of the tight shackles that cause her so much pain now. She hopes that ''the voice'' — so far it's the only thing she knows of her female tormentor — will do her the favour.

But Tatiana doesn't even think about it.

Barb realizes that her wish is not coming true at the moment, since ''the voice'' shouts: “Let the bitch still hang out in the van for a while, Sergei. We still have a lot to do in the main house!” After that, she hears the car door slam shut and footsteps moving away ... then silence!

Barb's alone again. Her musculature is totally cramped, her body the epitome of pain, barely able to move. Only her convulsive sobbing continuously shakes this bundle of pain a little. She can no longer, is at the end, can no longer bear the pain in her nipples. They are hell.

Finally, after a felt eternity full of pain and anguish, Barb hears approaching steps. Again, hope for redemption germinates in her and rightly so! This time it seems to confirm itself. After the car door has opened, four hands are tampering with her bonds. She feels that the tight pull of the chains on her limbs is loosening, and that the chains are finally removed completely. However, she is no longer able to hold herself upright and would have fallen forward onto her face if two helping hands hadn't grabbed and held tight her body.

While someone is removing the clips from her nipples and labia, because of the blood flowing back, starting from there immediately shoots brutal pain into her body, which she screams into her gag with her rest of her remaining strength. Immediately after, she senses how two women's hands gently massage her nipples and then her labia so that they are properly supplied with blood again. This feels wonderful and is registered by her with a benevolent “Mmmmmppphhh” in her gag.

Now she also gets her handcuffs and leg cuffs removed and the gag removed from her mouth. Only the blindfold remains in place. Then helping hands reach under her upper arms left and right to lead her into the house. This is more difficult than Tatiana and Sergei thought. Barb, whose arms and legs are still half deaf from the tight bondage, can hardly walk and hangs in the arms of her helpers. The two have some trouble with her and have to drag her with them more than she goes.

Tatiana is shocked and amazed at the miserable physical condition in which Barb now presents herself to them. From what she has heard so far about this tough and hard-nosed person, or has learned from the media, it was unlikely that after only two hours of strict bondage she would show herself in such a miserable physical condition. She herself experienced Barb as a completely different woman just over three hours ago; erotic, unruly, proud, combative and has considered these properties authentic. Was she so wrong about this person?

Whatever! In any case, she is responsible for ensuring that Barb does not present herself as a heap of misery in the live stream tomorrow, but with the attributes known from her. She wants to do everything for it!

Barb enjoys the warmth of the house. It's pleasant unlike to the cold cargo area of the van and does her cramped, cooled body a lot of good. The sofa on which she has been laid is pleasantly soft, as is the blanket in which she immediately snuggles up. She asks for a glass of water to rinse out her dried out mouth.

“Please!”, the ''voice''replies in a friendly tone, pressing a glass of water into her hand thereby admonishing: “As far as you let your fingers off your blindfold, Miss Moore and also do not try to escape, I will at the moment refrain from handcuffing your arms behind your back”.

“Thank you”, Barb replies well. “I will abide by that”, she shows herself cooperative.

“Well, see you soon! Dinner in half an hour!” replies the “voice”.

Barb already hears the sound of a slamming door and a key being turned in the lock; then it's quiet. She remains quiet as a mouse for a moment and listens. Then she asks, “Is anyone here”, listens again and is then quite sure that she is alone in the room.

A mischievous grin flits across her face. “My acting has been successful once again! No shackles, a warm blanket and more courteous treatment”, she thinks. Carefully she pushes the blindfold up to inspect the surroundings, to check her situation. After her eyes have become accustomed to the light conditions, she lets her gaze circle around the room and realizes with relief that no surveillance cameras are installed. As she gets up from the sofa, you see the old, determined Barb again, never giving up, probing her surroundings and looking for a way out of her seemingly hopeless situation. Accordingly, she goes to the only, but barred window, looks out into the night, recognizes several buildings that are unlit and — very revealing — that her room is on the ground floor. Quickly scurrying back to the sofa, she puts her blindfold back into position and cuddles up under the warm blanket. This way she can relax until dinner, gather strength.

Not much later she hears that the key in the door lock is turning, that it is being opened and that the voice she knows, friendly announces: “Dinner is ready, Miss Moore!”

Immediately her body language is different again, that of the broken, weak Barb, who has surrendered to her destiny without any hope whatsoever. With hanging shoulders and suffering facial expression she rises from the sofa and lets Tatiana lead her to another room for dinner.

This one keeps asking herself always again, how Barb's legendary reputation came about.Was it only the great sensation that she survived her crucifixion, without lasting physical and psychological damage, or is it her particularly pronounced, submissive erotic charisma with which she manages to captivate the viewer? “When the going got tough, Sophie sold much better and proved to be more resistant in bearing pain”, she thinks of one of the two sisters in her private torture dungeon.

After dinner and an obligatory walk to the toilet, Barb is brought back to “her” room, where next to the couch there is only a square table with two chairs. There Tatjana wants to prepare her for the night.

She rejects the idea of not tying Barb up because of her pitiful condition. That's too risky, since you never know ...! However, she wants Barb to be rested and fit for the live streaming event on the evening of the following day. Therefore, she chooses handcuffs, whose individual cuffs are connected by a chain about 30 centimetres long. With these, she ties her arms behind her back, leaving them the necessary freedom of movement to prevent a spasm in her shoulders. She does not use ankle cuffs. These seem superfluous to her in Barb's miserable condition. However, she points to her concessions and urges Barb to renounce any escape efforts. They would be doomed from the start, since the room was camera-monitored and every escape attempt would be discovered immediately. Instead, she should use the night's rest to be fit for the next day. With these words she leaves the room.

Barb has to smile inside, as Tatiana refers herself to the camera surveillance. She knows exactly that such a camera is not present in the room. Again she hears how the key is turned in the lock and decides to sleep a little, to rest for a possible escape.

Two hours later it turns out that her decision was the right one. Tatiana just enters the room to check on her. But Barb has already noticed that the key has been turned carefully and quietly in the lock. Breathing evenly and calmly, she pretends to sleep deeply.

Tatiana is very satisfied with the situation. It confirms her assumption that nothing unforeseen can be expected from Barb until tomorrow. For a few minutes she remains silently in place, to observe Barb intensively. Then she leaves the room very quietly. Now she too can rest for a few hours. It will be enough if she wakes Barb at 8 o'clock in the morning and picks it up for breakfast, her probably last one. But that would depend on the developments on the show.

to be continued.

 

[atzehes]

Chapter 13

After Tatiana has left the room, Barb is pretty sure that she will not be bothered until at least the early hours of the morning. She immediately looks for a way to get rid of her blindfold, which is not easy with hands tied on the back. She thinks about it, remembers the table and tries to reach it. But! Extreme caution is required. A wrong step, which means a kick against an obstacle, a resulting loud noise and it's over, would call out the ''voice''. But it must not come to that.

Finally, she feels one of the four edges of the table. Now she wants to put on the buckle of her blindfold on the table edge and push it upwards by lowering her head until the bandage that takes her eyesight slips off her head. She works carefully, without putting pressure against the table, to prevent, it moves. Any resulting noise would be fatal, would certainly mean the end of all her hopes. Since she has to work so carefully, the buckle mostly slides off the edge of the table without having moved an inch upwards. Her skin on the back of her head already is quite sore from rubbing along the pointed edge. Therefore, this recurring procedure becomes a painful game of patience.

Finally! After a felt eternity, the blindfold drops forward to the floor. Barb takes a deep breath of relief and waits for a moment until her eyes have used to the dark light conditions. Then she steps forward to the window and decides to open it carefully. But this doesn't work with hands tied behind the back. It's impossible to reach the opening handle. She thinks, looks around the room and finds a solution.

Carefully, she raises one of the chairs standing at the table with her behind the back cuffed hands, carries it to the window and carefully places it in front of it. Then, she silently climbs it, turns her body to the room, bends it slightly forwards and can thus reach the window handle. She grabs it with both hands and turns it slowly. Thank God, it can be moved noiselessly up to the stop. The window is unlocked! Now it is getting serious, the question arises whether it can be opened silently. Barb hesitates, is not convinced, bites her lips ... waits; finally she dares and pulls carefully at the right window wing. There, a slight creaking of the old, dilapidated wooden window! Alarmed by the sound, Barb pauses, remains quiet as a mouse, listens for a minute full of tension, expects someone to step into the room the next second; waits, but its nothing happens.

Relieved, she gets off the chair, moves it aside and opens the left window casement. “That worked silently once,” she notes with relief, focusing her attention on the grille in front of the window. At first glance, she realizes that these are not individually walled-in lattice bars, but a lattice frame. It hangs on the left in two hinges embedded in the wall of the house. On the right side it seems to be secured by a padlock, which is guided through an eyelet anchored in the masonry and an eyelet attached to the iron grid. However, in the darkness she only can see the outlines of the large padlock, but from her position sees no possibility, to reach it with her hands tied behind the back.

To do this she needs the chair again, which she carefully moves in front of the right casement of the window. As she stands on the stool again and looks at the lock, her heart begins to pound. She can hardly believe what she sees, can barely suppress an outcry of joy. “But that's ...”, she can hardly believe her luck. “The hanger of the padlock is actually not locked”, she rejoices inwardly.

She resolutely swings the bow of the lock aside, pulls it out of the grommets with the lock and gently pushes open the rusty grille. She is aware that this will not remain without noise, but she did not expect that it would squeak so loud. Surely she has just woken up the whole house. In the hope that everything will remain calm, she pauses for a moment quietly on the windowsill and listens intently, but apart from her loudly throbbing heart she does not hear any other noises. Relieved, she jumps from the windowsill onto the sandy stony ground about 1.5 metres below.

When she checks her surroundings for orientation, she realizes that she is apparently on an extensive, former factory site. In the darkness, she recognizes the silhouettes of several dilapidated buildings and, somewhat off the beaten track, an unadorned hall from whose semicircle rises a kind of tower, which expands towards the top into a kind of sphere. “Perhaps an old water tower”, Barb ponders, as suddenly above her, on the first floor of the house, the light comes on and a window is opened. Quick-witted, she scurries around the corner of the residential building so as not to be seen. This way, she gains some time until her escape is discovered and the kidnappers are on her heels. Now it depends on every second! She has to reach the street to draw attention to herself before catching her again, otherwise it's over!

At moment the darkness offers her the protection from discovery, that she can hardly find in daylight in the barren steppe landscape behind the sparse existing shrubs. Therefore, she runs, what the stuff holds, stubbornly straight ahead, only away from the property, on which she has been brought. In doing so, she benefits from the experiences she has gained during survival and hardening training during her police training. The pain caused by the many pointed stones on the sandy ground on the soles of her feet does not stop her from running as fast as possible. She simply ignores them because she knows from her training that they do not cause her feet any significant damage.

The direction she has chosen is also a logical consequence of her location check. Walking in the direction of the other buildings would have led her even deeper into the industrial estate. Surely a good option to hide, but not to flee or to get in contact to possible rescuers. Therefore, she has to reach the street, which logically lies in the opposite direction. And again luck is on her side! When she reaches the road after a few hundred meters of running along a bumpy, stony farm road, she sees the headlights of a car in not too far distance that's coming closer.

She can't draw attention to herself by shouting loudly. This would especially call her kidnappers on plan and lead them to her. Nor can she wave with her hands tied behind her back. Standing in the dark in the middle of the road to force the driver of the approaching car to brake seems too risky too. Therefore, she runs back and forth on the roadside with her tits bouncing cheerfully up and down, to attract attention of the car's driver.

“This horny sight will certainly force any guy to stop his car”, she is convinced.

- - - - -

When Tatiana during her midnight inspection finds Barb sleeping firmly, she goes to bed. A little sleep will also do her good, as she will be on stage next to Barb at tomorrow's Internet event. Everything has gone like clockwork so far. Barb, not shunning any risk for success, has blindly fallen into the trap set by Dimitri and Detective Boris Fisher. In addition, the scenes of her voluntary submission, her self bondage performance in the hotel have been filmed as well as her fight against her shackles during the journey her place of destination. And now the battered protagonist is fast asleep in her bed.

“What already shall happen? She is tied up and the room is completely locked! ... After all, the day has been quite exhausting for me and especially tomorrow will require all my concentration. Since it is advantageous to be rested and fit”, Tatiana justifies her decision and goes to sleep.

She falls asleep immediately, till ...!

A loud squeak suddenly rips them from their sleep. As if stung by a tarantula, she immediately sits upright in bed, is wide awake, turns on the light, hurries to the window, opens it and looks out to see what might have triggered this noise. However, she cannot see anything unusual in the darkness. That's why she lingers silently at the window for a while, listening for suspicious sounds.

Nothing!

She shrugs and is about to go to bed again, when an inner voice admonishes her to look for Barb as a precaution. That's why, she immediately goes to the ground floor. As soon as she opens the door to her room, she knows that something is wrong here, since it draws very much in the room. Deeply shocked, she remains standing like rooted for a few seconds, unable to move. Then, panicked, she turns on the light. Her first glance touches the empty bed; the second makes her pale as chalk. In front of her she sees the open window, behind it the wide grid; from Barb, however, no trace!

“Why did I just forget to check that the window grille was properly locked?”, she resounds and excitedly calls for Sergei. Then they search with flash lights every angle round the house, not forgetting to shine into the bushes or behind every large stone. They, too, see the lights of the approaching car, driving along the major road. It's about 500 meters away from the factory premises. Therefore, the two consider it unlikely, that barefooted Barb gets there in so short time.

“Surely she hid in one of the buildings in the back of the factory”, Sergei muses.

In fact, only the hall with the high tower, which in the upper part has the shape of a sphere, was restored as needed. It serves the SM-scene already for years as secret place for their perverse, extremely hard shows.

“We have to find her, Sergei! Otherwise, I fear, it was that for me”, shows the otherwise so sovereign act Tatiana for the first time nerves and something like fear. Rightly so, since Dimitri can’t stand failure. He acts accordingly consistently. When it comes to business, he acts without regard to person or relationship and that very relentlessness has made him so successful in his profession. As businessman through and through, he will not skip the announced event even if they do not find Barb. It will take place in any case and if not with Barb, then … !

Tatiana doesn't want to think of it any further. “We have to find her! We have to find her! ...”, she babbles more and more nervously; “If not, I might end up in the show instead of her”. Only seconds later this thought gains in probability, lets her freeze. The car on the road below is now very close, almost at the level of the terrain, as its headlights capture Barb's naked body. It reduces its speed rapidly. It appears that the driver is about to stop and...

Further Sergei does not even want to think. He is the first to react and runs to the van parked in front of the residential building. He has already started the engine. Quickly Tatiana jumps to him in the passenger seat and off it goes, towards the road.

Barb, waiting for the approaching car on the right side of the road at that time, is happy that it is slowing down his journey considerably. When it stops next to her, she bends over and sees through the window of the passenger door that the driver of the vehicle is an elderly woman. It is Helene Schneider, a German tourist, who has lost her way hopelessly. That alone is the reason she is out in the dark and in this lonely area. She is insecure, afraid, doesn't know how to behave. Alone in a foreign country, in secluded surroundings, at night and then this bizarre situation: A naked woman with her hands tied behind her back and a car approaching her quickly!

“Emergency or trap?”, it shoots through her head. She has to decide! Immediately, otherwise it could be too late! She looks into Barb's pleading eyes. She already reaches out her hand to open the door. Suddenly she hesitates, shakes her head with a face of regret and accelerates. That's the moment, when Barbs at first hopeful facial expression, turns into one full of horror.

Tatiana and Sergei see the car with screeching tires dashing away after it has stopped briefly before. In the slowly beginning dawn no person can be seen at the roadside any more. On Tatiana's command: “Go after them! We absolutely have to get them”, Sergei follows the car speeding away.

Barb is relieved that her kidnappers are following the unknown woman's car. This way she has gained some time. When the elder woman accelerated her car, she let herself fall to the ground and rolled down the small embankment next to the road. That saved her for the time being and led her kidnappers onto a false trail.

“But what to do now?” asks Barb, looking for the most appropriate solution: “To follow the street in the opposite direction and hope that rescue is imminent or hide in one of the buildings on the factory premises and hope that strange woman will inform the police, who will hopefully find her soon enough?”

Now that it's getting brighter fast, she rejects possibility one. Although there is hope that a third person will come by and takes her with, the chance that this will happen before she is discovered by her kidnappers is rather small. In addition, the sparse vegetation offers little opportunity to hide and protect oneself from discovery. That's why she hurries back to the factory premises.

She stops in front of the house and looks at the front door, which has been wide open, since her kidnappers rushed out to search for her. She reflects briefly: “Since there is obviously no one in the building, there is no harm in taking a look around. Maybe I'll find a telephone from which I can call Bill and ask for help”. This thought is, as it were, the initial spark to lose no time in rushing into the house and looking around in all the rooms. In the kitchen she finds something. It's not a telephone but a big bunch of keys, one of which fits on the locks of her handcuffs. Finally! After some awkward back and forth she has freed her hands. She quickly slips on some clothes she has found in a cupboard before. Everything, including the found shoes, fits like a glove.

After she has freed her hands, dressed and has soles under her feet, Barb feels much more confident. Now, all she has to do, is find the right hiding place to wait for help or to await the next nightfall to escape under cover of darkness.

to be continued.

 

[atzehes]

Chapter 14

The only usable building on the site apart from the residential building is the grey hall with the water tower. Although it is a little out of the way, it is not a good place to hide because it might still be in use and therefore might be frequented more often. For this reason, Barb's interest is initially concentrated on the other, dilapidated buildings. However, the first two ruins that she inspects prove to be completely unsuitable as hiding places. They are so dilapidated that with each step something crumbles or collapses. But this creates noise and therefore attention, that Barb doesn't need at all.

Accidentally the further search leads her past the grey, unadorned hall again, from whose semicircle the strange tower rises. And there ... in passing ... she sees a steel door in the tower below. “It's surely locked”, she shrugs her shoulders, yet her curiosity is aroused. She would like to know what's in the hall and maybe it's a safe hiding place after all.

At this moment it is clear that she must at least push down the handle. Which then — she knew it somehow — gives way. With a loud creak the door opens, and she stands in an octagonal hall. Along the wall, a metal staircase winds its way up, its railing painted green. It smells like it smells in musty old buildings, but the floor and stairs are as clean as if they had just been cleaned yesterday.

Barb looks up. The staircase winds its way around the inside of the tower three times, past six windows. The high room is limited at the top by a concrete ceiling. At the point where the stairs lead up through a cutout in the concrete ceiling, diffuse light penetrates down and Barb absolutely wants to know what it is all about. Her curiosity pushes her actual, much more urgent plan to find a suitable hiding place into the background. Without further reflection, she begins to climb the stairs. Arriving at the first window, she notices the return of her kidnappers. They are hectically jumping out of the van and running excitedly into the house.

Tatiana and Sergei followed the car that stopped next to Barb for several miles and finally overtook it. By this time, dawn was already so far advanced that Tatiana could clearly see that nobody else was in the car except an elderly woman driving the car. Therefore, they tried to recall the scene that led to the pursuit of the car. Thereby they noticed that they had neither heard a car door slam shut, nor seen that it had been opened before.

“My God! She is still close to the estate or even ran back there!”, Sergei has hit the flat hand in front of his forehead, turned the van and accelerated.

This assessment becomes a certainty for both, when they step into the kitchen of the house. There, next to the bunch of keys Tatiana has left on the kitchen table in the hectic rush, there are also the handcuffs she put on Barb before going to bed.

“Where the hell could that bitch be?”, Tatiana looks questioningly at Sergei as she puts her mask on the kitchen table.

“In case she's still on the factory premises, it's certainly a good idea to switch on all the high-tech cameras installed in the buildings and on the site”, says Sergei, rushing to the 'high-tech headquarters', the room from which all the cameras can be controlled and every corner of the buildings and the site can be viewed on a variety of monitors. Dimitri had the cameras installed not only to monitor the grounds and buildings, but also because he uses the property as a location for many of his SM-Film-Productions. After Sergei has turned it on in the control room, he and Tatiana, who has followed him, see the object of their desire on the screen of monitor no. 4.

“There she is, on the stairs up to the studio”, Tatiana sighs with relief. In the kitchen both put on their masks. In no case they want Barb to see their faces. Then they storm out of the house.

When Barb almost has reached the top of the stairway, she takes a look out the uppermost window, and she sees her kidnappers rushing out of the house again. She knows that she can no longer leave the building now. Then she would run right into their arms. That's why she continues her way, up the stairs, reaches the upper room. There she stops for a moment such as paralysed. She already expected to find something bizarre here ... but this!

As if in a trance, she approaches the centre of the large room, attracted and fascinated, as it were, by a power she cannot resist. The room is in fact almost spherical; its metal-clad walls are covered with uncountable torture utensils. In one corner there is an iron bed frame and an olive-green painted cabinet made of metal, and in another there is a camera and film equipment that leaves nothing to be desired. Even on the ceiling, cameras are installed on swivelling arms. The room is the purest film studio, the perfect stage for SM-Shows. But Barb doesn't seem to register any of this at all. Her gaze shows only fascination for what is enthroned on the pedestal in the middle of the room, which she awesomely approaches step by step, as if drawn by a magnet.

With the next step she has reached her goal. It is a high-tech steel construction that resembles a cross strikingly. It consists of an approximately 1.5 metre long post, which is attached by a hinge in its centre to a slightly forward inclined, height-adjustable pedestal. This makes it possible to move it infinitely variable from a vertical to a horizontal position. Approximately 30 centimetres from the top and bottom of the post there are hinges with steel rails that can be swung out to the left and right, and are adjustable. At each end of the steel rails there is a belt with a buckle. In addition, they have numerous recesses on the sides to which additional straps can be attached to fix a person.

“I'm certainly the next victim that will be strapped to this instrument of torture”, Barb thinks. She immediately recognizes the ingenuity of this high-tech construction. Fascinated, she thinks about its possibilities. Standing upright, with its steel rails folded in the lower part and placed horizontally at the top, it has the shape of a classical cross, just like now. But it also offers the possibility of an X-shaped cross. And when brought into a horizontal position, it can also be used as a stretching bench.

Since the Cross murder Case in New York City Bronx, in which she survived her crucifixion, as she has been saved in time, she feels attracted to crosses in a strangely erotic way. The cross no longer frightens her, on the contrary! Her submissive exhibitionist side demands her, to adorn it with her naked body and surrender to it. At that time it rewarded her with the very best and most fulfilling orgasm she has ever had.

Even now she has submerged again in her world of lust and pain. Her nipples are already stiff and protrude clearly visible under the thin fabric of her top, while one floor below it is already tingling mightily. This sensory intoxication, once set in motion, is further heightened, as she kneels in front of the object of her desire and strokes its cold surface with her right hand, while her left hand slides under her top and tenderly caresses her right nipple. Now everything takes its course. There is no turning back for Barb. She has long since given the sceptre out of her hand, has become the plaything of her desire, to which she subordinates herself without will, which control her and steers purposefully towards the grand finale that explosively liberates her emotional world.

She does not care that she forgot to close the door at the base of the tower, which she believes has brought her kidnappers back on her track. Nor does she resist as they approach from behind, grab her, pull a leather bonnet over her head, rip her clothes off her body and then tie her to the iron bedstead with her arms and legs spread wide. All this does not bother her emotional world in the least.

On the contrary!

The taut bonds increase her pleasure sensation considerably, especially as someone knots cords tightly around her stiff nipples, tightening them up, then lashes at the head end at top of the high frame of the bedstead. Her breasts, stretched in this way, exacerbate her strict bondage enormously. But this is exactly what her submissive nature demands. Every further restriction against which she has to fight increases her sense of pleasure many times over, is scale for the liberating explosion of emotions at the end.

Tatiana is of opinion that something is still missing and that Barb has deserved a reward for voluntarily going to the place of her late night performance. She quickly reaches for a wooden stick with a battery-powered penis attached to its tip, turns it on and roughly pushes it into Barb's vagina.



Barb moans briefly; not in pain, but out of a slowly escalating sense of lust. Her body immediately submits to the dictate of an additional lust donor, and harmonizes with this. Her moaning becomes increasingly louder, the circling movements of her body more and more violent.

Tatiana is thrilled: “This sight!” Involuntarily, she strokes her fingertips over her nipples, which now become clearly visible under the thin fabric of her bustier. “Aaaaah!”, she sighs with pleasure. But then she hesitates, deliberates briefly. Something suddenly seems to bother her. She goes to the head end of the bedstead and tightens the already tightly tightened cords on Barbs nipples even stronger. This answers with a lustful moan and gently weighs her body in the tight shackles.

Mean timely Tatiana has stepped beside the bedstead again. She simply doesn't want to turn her eyes away from Barb, who fights so lasciviously with her shackles. How she would now like to “stroke” those long-drawn tits with her riding crop! These thoughts chase blissful shivers through her body, spray her charms all the way to her clitoris. She shakes herself briefly, as if to get rid of something, a taboo, a desire that must not be. In fact, Dimitri has forbidden her any treatment of Barb that could lead to visible marks on her body. He wants to present her body to his paying audience untouched and without any trace of mistreatment.

Meanwhile, Sergei enjoys the game of her long-drawn tits. These dance, due to Barb's ever more violent gestures, like puppets on taut strings, back and forth. A sight that always makes him hornier. He would love to unpack his erect penis to push it into Barb's pussy instead of the vibrating dildo. But unfortunately he is not allowed to do that. All he can do is continuing to intoxicate himself at Barb's sight, while trying to rein in his sexual desire triggered by it. Tatiana is no different. Nevertheless, they both want to stay with it until the “grand finale”.

It won't be long now, then it's time! Barb's moaning has now reached a volume that couldn't have been more worthy of a finale. She tugs at the ropes, as if she wants to simply blow them up like brittle chains. She succeeds in that, ... emotionally. And how!

Tatiana and Sergei are witnessing an orgasm at this moment, which they have rarely experienced in expression and intensity more passionately and devotedly. For even the tight shackles cannot prevent Barb from twisting her beautiful body aesthetically, wildly and full of passion and thereby screaming out her orgasm.

Barb is literally grazing in the feeling of her exorbitant orgasm, floating on a cloud of indescribable happiness and fulfillment. She is surrounded by total darkness through the leather bonnet that the kidnappers have put over her head. In absence of visual distraction, she can concentrate intensively on the stimuli that flood her body so pleasantly. Accordingly, she enjoys her slowly fading orgasm, which grants her the wonderful feeling of redeeming satisfaction, that of total relaxation and physical balance. She doesn't complain about her fate of having been recaptured, but accepts it with everything else that comes. At this moment she even enjoys her tight bondage, which is the inspiration for her bizarre cross fantasies, that she now wants to indulge in, since she knows that this head cinema will bring her the next orgasm in the foreseeable future.

Meantime, Tatiana and Sergei have long since left the tower. “What a performance!”, Tatiana shows herself on their way back to the house totally thrilled about Barb's orgasm show. “It's a good thing that we switched on the cameras and recorded everything. I am convinced that the compilation of the footage of all stages of her last journey, including her torture death tonight, will be the hit in the Dark-Net and let the cash register ring powerfully. I think, Dimitri will be very satisfied with us. By no means should we inform him about my negligence, which enabled Barbs temporarily escape, since in the end everything went well.” Sergei nods his head. “It's never good to wake sleeping dogs!”, he agrees.

The day flies by. It is already 6 pm, all preparations for the streaming show starting in 2 hours are made. 'Malus, the moronic' has just been taken to the secret venue by a so-called ''Taxi of the Community'' in compliance with the extremely strict security requirements. After Tatiana has greeted him, she climbs up the stairs again to the studio in the tower. Barb now lies quietly on the bedstead. Her euphoria seems to have subsided at first, the fight against her shackles is over. She is breathing calmly and evenly. Every time she breathes in or out, her chest raises or lowers. Tatiana stops for a moment in front of the bedstead and watches her. A spiteful smile flits across her face, as she turns her attention to the taut cords, knotted to Barb's nipples, pulling them up towards the headboard of the bedstead. The small, protruding nubs are now darkly discolored and are pulled up vigorously every time the chest lowers; certainly very uncomfortable for some time now.

Finally, she releases Barb from her tight shackles, that have fixed her since the early noon hours to the iron bed and leads her to the toilet and shower area one floor below. After Tatiana has put on her face mask, Barb is allowed to pull her hood off her head and take off her blindfold. Then she shall take care of her needs, take a shower and make fresh. Tatiana wishes for the night a freshly washed, at the beginning of the show aesthetically pleasing victim. She then serves her a hearty meal in the adjacent lounge so that she can withstand the strains of her nightly performance for as long as possible. For this purpose, she has added stimulants to the drinks she serves Barb at mealtime to further strengthen her resistance.

After the refreshing shower and the invigorating meal, Barb's spirits, especially her will to resist the threatening fate, have awakened anew. When Tatiana asks her to put the handcuffs back on, she storms forward and tries to knock Tatiana down with a well-aimed punch. But this one, prepared for all eventualities, cleverly dodges the blow. In the process, she quickly presses the electric taser, which she held in her right hand hidden behind her back, into Barb's groin. This collapses due to the sudden, short-lasting paralysis in the hip area. Seconds later Tatiana fixes her hands on her back with handcuffs without further problems and put a collar with a chain on her neck. At this chain she pulls the struggling Barb up one floor, back into the big studio, which is supposed to become the 'big stage' for her in the evening.

When she realizes that it is going towards the small cage in the right corner of the room, she puts herself against the pull of the chain in Tatiana's hand and begs: “No, no, please, ... I don't go in there!”

“Oh yes, you will!”, Tatiana shows no mercy. “It's because of your superfluous action!” Then she orders her to climb into the small cage and to kneel there.

As Barb reluctantly complies with the request, Tatiana has to help with a few painful crop strokes.

When Barb finally kneels in the cage, Tatiana pushes her head down to connect the relatively short chains, which are attached to the left and right of the cage frame, to her collar. The chain, attached to the front of the collar, passes it around a strut at the front of the cage and secures it with a lock. Barb can barely lift her head after that. But it is supposed to get even worse for her. The gag is quickly put on and Tatiana is already busy, putting cuffs around the ankles and knees of the unfortunate woman and attaching them with short snap hooks on the right and left to eyelets on the lower longitudinal bars of the cage. When this is done, Tatiana grabs an iron rod, with holes in both of its ends. This she leads through eyelets which are attached centrally to the upper longitudinal struts of the cage and secures them against slipping out of the eyelets with small locks guided through the holes.

Now there is only one thing missing, completing Barb's strict, extremely uncomfortable bondage. In a gloating tone, Tatiana announces, “We're almost ready!” She pulls Barb's bound arms above the bar backwards so far that her arms are resting on it with the elbow joints. This condition she stabilizes by anchoring Barbs handcuffs tightly to the cage floor with a chain. As a result, Barb's upper body is pulled up as far as the chains on her collar allow. She is now virtually unable to move. In addition, the bar is already pressing painfully into her arm bends and her spread, kneeling position is becoming increasingly unbearable. A perfidious kind of torture that Tatiana has devised here.



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Meanwhile, in Denver, German tourist Helene Schneider is strolling through the city. After her odyssey, she has arrived in Denver around noon, has checked in at the hotel she had booked, and then lay down to rest. At that the incident, which she experienced in the early morning on the lonely country road in the darkness, comes back to her consciousness. Since then, she has been plagued by whether the naked, tied woman who came to her car there was in an emergency or was part of a perfidious trap that had been set for her.

When she walks past the police headquarters by 7.00 pm, she spontaneously decides to report the incident. Although the office hours are long gone, the police officer on duty agrees to accept the incident because she is such an attentive and dutiful tourist. She can only give vague information about the place and environment where the incident took place because of the darkness and her ignorance of the place. She only knows that she has found herself on Highway 71 several miles before the junction to Highway 36 to Denver. However, she gives precise information about the van of an electrical service that overtook her a few kilometers after the incident and later turned around. Also, the information about the appearance of the tied naked woman are rather vague. But due to her good photographic memory, she remembers the address and telephone number on the body of van as well as its registration number.“Its occupants could possibly also be witnesses to the incident”, she notes.

After Helene Schneider has reread the protocol and signed it, she leaves police headquarters, glad to have fulfilled her civic duty. As usual, the policeman on duty places the protocol in the inbox. Shall the colleagues on the early shift take care of it! The late shift today, which has just begun, is his first working day after a two-week vacation. Therefore, he has no knowledge that the journalist Barbara Moore, engaged by police chief Bill Muller, has been missing since the early evening hours of yesterday. He also does not know that she is investigating for Muller in the SM-Scene and that she seems to have been the victim of a kidnapping related to her assignment. Therefore, he also does not know that a full-scale manhunt is being conducted for her and her alleged kidnappers and that Chief Muller has ordered that any report that suggests that a woman has been kidnapped be passed on to him immediately.

Now that he has put down the document, he first wants to make his inspection walk of the police administration building. He still has enough time later to study current information and internal instructions.

to be continued.

 

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Chapter 15

It's just before 8pm! The moment of truth has come for Barb. Sergey took a seat in the recording and transmission studio. From here he controls the cameras in the dome of the tower as needed, just as the situation requires. They are already whirring! Dimitri has just joined the broadcast from his high-tech studio in the City Hotel in Denver under his pseudonym [ShadowMan], as well as [Minerva], [CruelMaster], [Crucifier], [Cruella] and [Hardliner], he has invited to participate actively. They are the only participants who can communicate with each other and give instructions during the event.

Now that numerous passive users have logged into the broadcast in within seconds to experience Barb's torments on screen, Tatiana, as masked dominatrix Svetlana, gracefully steps into the spotlight of the otherwise darkened room and greets the viewers at their screens and announces: “I hereby declare today's 'No Limit Bidder Show' open! As you all know, this show, scheduled at short notice, is a special one for us, with investigative journalist Miss Barbara Moore at its centre. She finally fell into our trap during her investigations against our Community, which were commissioned by Denver's police chief, Bill Muller, and that more or less voluntarily. To collect evidence against our SM-Community with the aim to destroy it, she volunteered to participate in our slave show. By doing so, she has submitted to our strict rules, which stipulate strict punishment for any action, that harms our community. The intention to destroy our community is, according to our rules, high treason and punishable with the harshest punishment foreseen — lifelong enslavement up to death by torture.”

With these words, look to the cage in which Barb pulls on her chains with a visibly horrified expression on her face. Then she continues, smiling smugly: “Dear User! Due to the extremely short preparation time for this event, only 6 selected users can actively participate in the bidder show today. I ask for your understanding, and I am sure that you will still get your money's worth. The modalities known to you apply: The active participants can suggest any imaginable ordeal and buy by highest bid. Only restriction! The tortures chosen at the beginning must not lead to the death of the delinquent, since we all do not want that our event ends too fast. I will then carry out the torture requests of our actively participating users, interrogate Miss Moore, elicit a confession from her during the evening and finally have broken any resistance within her. In the end, she will bitterly regret her efforts to destroy our community. She will ask for forgiveness, beg for her life and offer herself as an obedient slave to escape the sure death. Malus will assist me during the show and support me actively”. She laughs and asks Malus into the studio. When he finally understands that he is meant, he steps next to her.

Dimitri immediately realizes that Tatiana, disregarding his instruction, has engaged not “Malus, the sadist”, but “Malus, the superfluous”, who normally appears as a laughingstock in harmless Sex-Shows. The reason for this is immediately clear to him: “She wants to profile herself and what better way to do it than such an event,” he knows. “This will have consequences for you”, he whispers angrily into the ear of his cousin Tatiana, he's connected via radio with.

She does not show the slightest reaction, what makes Dimitri, foaming with anger, even more angry. Turning to the active users, she suggests opening the punishment ceremony — as an overture — with a rape of Barb's.

[Minerva] is for starting off moderately. She offers $1000, when Svetlana put on an artificial penis and give it to Barb to warm up.

[CruelMaster] “This is far too harmless considering the damage Barb has done to the scene so far. Should we give her a pleasurable orgasm for her actions?”, he points out. For his bid of $2000 he demands, “Malus should ram his extraordinary monster penis with the stubble hair without mercy into Barb's vagina.”

[Crucifier], [Hardliner] and [Cruella] agree.

He seems to have understood out what to do. When it comes to fucking, he always understands a little faster. He is now teetering impatiently from one leg to the other. As he does so, his continuously growing, almost horizontally erected giant beating swings back and forth, peering out from under his loincloth to the right or left. The discussion seems to take too long for him. Therefore, he goes towards the cage without Svetlana whistling him back. With three giant steps he has reached it and finally removed the lattice lock with its large, coarse paws after some awkward back and forth.

But that's as far as he gets. He is unable to pick the locks on Barb's restraints. Dominatrix Svetlana finally does it and jokes into the camera: “He's just a clumsy, foolish guy!”

The users also find this unintentional slapstick quite amusing and make correspondingly amusing comments.

[Crucifier] “I hope the Neanderthal man finds his cave right now!”

[Minerva] “I trust in that! Doesn't it say, stupidity fucks well?”

The events on stage do not allow for any further comments. Barb, free of all restraints, has just taken seat at the edge of the cage and massages her numb joints, when the dumb giant approaches and wants to reach for her. But before he knows it, well-timed kick hits the tip of his chin. Barb seems to have hit the bull's-eye. The giant staggers back slightly dazed. Nevertheless! A short, violent shake of his head is enough for the giant to wipe off the effect of the kick. With his right paw he gets a hold of Barb's outstretched leg and pulls her from the edge of the cage with a vehement jerk.

In this impetuous action, Barb hits the ground with the back of her head so unhappily that she immediately loses consciousness. The users on screen and Svetlana on stage are equally shocked. Dimitri turns immediately to Tatiana. He is furious about the current course of broadcast. He fears the end of the highly lucrative show and threatens her with serious consequences for them, if Barb does not regain consciousness in time and the show has to be stopped.

This one was unconscious for short. Now she dawns before herself, imagines herself in an evil dream. But it's not a dream. As if through a wall of fog, she sees herself, drawn to a pedestal into the middle of the room. Feels her back painfully grind across the rough floor; recognizes the iron cross in the middle of the slightly raised pedestal. In the subconscious, she registers that the giant holds her right ankle so tightly that it hurts as he pulls her there. When he fastens her wrists with leather straps right and left high above her head on the cross, she still believes to dream. “Not again! This must be a dream!”, it shoots through her head as her legs are kicked wide apart. She hears a scream — hers? — and the loud laughter of someone. ... Then it gets dark around her again.

A splash of water brings her back to consciousness. Now she is back in her bitter reality; immediately knows what she expects. Next to her, she sees the masked dominatrix with the empty bucket of water in her hand. And in front of her, the disgusting smelly giant just reaches under her spread thighs and raises her body; so far, that the tip of his huge 'shotgun' can already sniff at her pleasure grotto.

The camera now zooms in on his huge penis, densely hairy at the base, which resembles a bent coconut palm sticking out of the jungle, on which two thick nuts are still hanging. From there, Sergei swings it slowly a little to the left, towards Barb's tender but vulnerable genital area. So, in close-up, he gives the users at their computers a glimpse of her delicate pink, shiny, closed labia.

Now the camera pans right again, then back to the left and at an ever faster pace back and forth; alternately times on Barbs tender femininity, then again on the masculinity, which is on a raid. The scene symbolizes the short silence before the storm. There is the closed gate and in front of it the battering ram, which is ready to speed up at any moment.

Then the time has come. The ram pushes forward, fast and furious, ... but too impetuous and set too high. Malus dick misses the entrance to Barb's pleasure cave. Several hectic, ultimately unfit attempts follow, since Barb evades them despite her bonds skilfully. They are accompanied by her conspicuously wide grin into the camera. It is more than obvious, that with that beside her tormentors, she also wants to provoke the spectators on the screens and insult the entire SM-Community. Only when Barb, recognizable for all spectators, opens her ''gate'', the foolish giant manages to penetrate her.

[Minerva] then quite embarrassed: “Didn't I tell, stupidity fucks ...”

[Crucifier] a perfect Gentleman plays along. But he interrupts her before she can finish her sentence, to save her from untruth. “Yes, okay Minerva, it's alright, you've won!”

[Cruella] jokes: “Even a blind chicken sometimes finds a grain.”

[Crucifier] again: “Seriously, folks! Just look into the face of this slut! Is anyone here, who can see the slightest trace of rape torments in her face? Not me. On the contrary; She dictates the action, not this fool. She has turned the tables, laughs about us, turns us into idiots. That must stop immediately. This is not punishment, but a joke and does not do“That's exactly how it is”, Barb thinks, who is gazing demonstratively bored with a mockery signalling facial expression into the camera the whole time. When she, the victim, even calls into the room laughing sneeringly: “Is this harmless break clown all you have to offer to punish me? Do you really think he can rape me with his floppy carrot? With it, he even can't get me in the mood! For that it's much too small”, Dimitri looses his temper. Barb's outrageous body language and her insults must be stopped immediately.

“That's exactly how it is”, Barb thinks, who is gazing demonstratively bored with a mockery signalling facial expression into the camera the whole time. When she, the victim, even calls into the room laughing sneeringly: “Is this harmless break clown all you have to offer to punish me? Do you really think he can rape me with his floppy carrot? With it, he even can't get me in the mood! For that it's much too small”, Dimitri looses his temper. Barb's outrageous body language and her insults must be stopped immediately.

As [ShadowMan], he orders Svetlana to stop this joke immediately, throw the idiot, Malus out of the show right away, and finally to start with that, what all the spectators want to see, to punish and torture Barb hard.

[Cruella] posts: “[ShadowMan] is right! Stop the flax and let's do what we have come together for. Let's finally start by getting this Miss Moore agonizing into the hereafter, since she insults us and stands in the way of our interests!”

The other four active ones agree. This arrogant slut, who still has the nerve to sneer the spectators and the Community despite her almost hopeless situation, deserves in fact nothing but a painful death.

While there is discussion and lamentation on one side, Barb stands there, stretches herself inwardly and enjoys her triumph over the powerful SM-Community, even if it's only a small one.

“They will kill me anyway, unless a miracle happens. But at my pride, they will bite out their teeth!”, she has made a firm resolve. She looks proudly towards the dominatrix, who has so far failed with her program and whose face she does not know. As with her appearances in the Darknet, it is completely hidden behind a mask. Barb literally feels her hateful look on her body; Feels how the leather shackles cut into the delicate skin of her wrists and her muscles hurt. These are extremely tense because her arms are tightened so high on the cross that only the tips of their big toes touch the ground so straight. Nevertheless, she looks triumphantly into the Dominatrix eyes. They sparkle at her through the eye slits in the mask, evil and promising nothing good.

Nevertheless! Barb enjoys this current triumph to the fullest. “That's right! Let her be furious, like all the others on the screens”, she rejoices. “They can tie me up, rape me, torture and kill me, but they can't chain my thoughts. They are free.”

Meanwhile, Tatiana, alias Dominatrix Svetlana, apologizes to the connected members of the community for the failure of the event so far, which she even praised in Darknet as the top event of the year. In course of this, she seems to be crumpled and insecure, as it has not been known of her so far.

Dimitri slides furiously back and forth on his armchair in front of the screen of his high-tech computer system. Tatiana's breach of trust, to act arbitrarily and resisting his orders, has degraded the show, which was to become the final revenge with Miss Moore, the declared enemy of the scene, to a laughingstock. This shall not remain without consequences for Tatiana, he swears himself. However, he has not yet thought about the nature and severity of the punishment.

Especially Sergei gets to feel his anger loudly via radio in the control room. “Why do you think, you are supposed to help Tatiana prepare and carry out this so important even?” he shouts at him. “Perhaps, to prevent, that something like the engagement of the stupid Males doesn't happen! Did I not specifically order, to hire 'Males, the Sadist'?”

But Sergei is not aware of any guilt regarding the obligation of ''Malus, the superfluous'' and assumed that there was such an agreement between Dimitri and Tatiana. “That's how she presented it to me”, he apologizes to Dimitri.

Because of the circumstances, Sergey now also considers it better to inform Dimitri immediately that Barb could escape the previous night due to Tatiana's negligence and in this situation had contact with a car driver. In doing so, he wants to prevent, later being blamed for Tatiana's failure. Responding Dimitri's question, how the escape has happened, Sergei reports that Tatiana had failed to check the lock on the window grille. In addition, she had refrained from chaining Barb to the bedstead, because of her bad physical condition.

to be continued.

 

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Chapter 16

Now Dimitri knows that the arbitrary commitment of the foolish Malus has not been Tatiana's biggest mistake. Much more serious were her gross negligence, which allowed Barb to escape and to contact a third person. In doing so, she has irresponsible risked, that the law enforcement agencies get knowledge of the so important, secret location of the Community and discover it. From Dimitri's point of view, it is particularly unforgivable, that Tatiana did not immediately report him Barb's temporary escape. Then he could have taken immediate action to prevent the worst. Despite late hour, he wants to do that right away.

Before that, however, he still has to set an example. Once Tatjana told him never to appear naked in front of an audience. He now wants to break with this taboo to punish her for her serious mistake and her disobedience to him.

He briefly informs Tatiana via radio that he also knows about Barb's failed escape. Whether and what consequences she has to expect because of her disobedience and her negligent actions will still be resolved. Then he intervenes, now as [Administrator] in the events in the studio, which makes Tatiana wince noticeably. She is aware that this kind of intervention doesn't mean anything good. Usually Dimitri only addresses her via the microphone in her earpiece. Tensely she pauses as he turns to the audience.

"Dear friends at the screens! Unfortunately, our event has not yet lived up to our expectations, namely to settle accounts with Miss Moore relentlessly hard and uncompromisingly. Dominatrix Svetlana is responsible for this, since she disregarded my order to hire “Malus, the Sadist”. This one was to carry out the torture wishes of the active participants. Svetlana, however, intended to use this event, which was so important for us, to finally establish herself as the acknowledged best torture specialist in our scene. Therefore, contrary to my instructions, she hired this jumping jack, to carry out all torture requests herself. But that's not all that went wrong! I just learned that Svetlana has made another, much more serious mistake. She failed to chain our prisoner to her bed for the night. As a result, Miss Moore managed to escape and to contact a person driving by in her car before she could be recaptured. In doing so, she has exposed our so ingeniously situated outside meeting place to the still latent danger of discovery. She deserves punishment for this as well and should be released from her current duties immediately. This in turn would lead to the demolition of our tribunal, since she is the only torture specialist we have on site. Therefore, with your permission, she should continue to carry out her torture requests. Her punishment can be decided at later date."

The administrator's words immediately lead to a lively discussion among the active participants. They are outraged by Svetlana's behaviour and openly express their anger.

[Cruella] “Shall she still is rewarded for her disobedience?”

[Crucifier] and [CruelMaster] “Svetlana's behaviour must not go unpunished! We demand tangible consequences, now.”

The affected person stands motionless in the middle of the studio while lively discussions take place about her and her behaviour. She has expected a punishment when the administrator took the floor. She is all the more relieved after his words addressed to all. However! The clear reactions of the bidders already cause her some concern. “How will Dimitri react to it”, she asks herself.

As [Administrator] he reports back after a short break: “You are right, dear friends! By disregarding my explicit instruction to hire Malus, the sadist, Svetlana has so far made a mockery of this important event. Worse still, she has enabled Miss Moore to ridicule us. This is unworthy of a tribunal and must stop immediately. In this respect, the hint to Svetlana, to carry out your torture orders consistently and with all severity during the event.”

Up to this point Tatiana's facial features still seem relatively relaxed. But what Dimitri announces in the following, only a few seconds later turns her into a pillar of salt. She imagines herself in the most terrible nightmare, as he continues: “And now, dear friends, we come to Svetlana's punishment! As you all know, it is an unalterable taboo for her to appear naked before us. She will have to break this taboo today and fulfil your torture wishes completely undressed, except for mask and high heels. This does not make the previous event unforgotten, but as I believe, improves your mood again considerably.”

This offer meets with unanimous approval and satisfaction among the five male active participants. After all, it is what they have long wished for and have openly expressed again and again.

[Cruella] however, is dissatisfied. The punishment doesn't go far enough for her. She considers disobeying an order of the community administrator to be so severe that a nude performance is far from sufficient as a punishment. And she also has personal motives; sees this as a chance to get rid of her rival in the competition for the reputation of the best dominatrix in the SM-Community. She says: “A person who deliberately disregards the administrator's instructions is a danger for the entire SM community and its members, and unworthy to represent our community as dominatrix Svetlana in Darknet”.

[Crucifier] “This objection is more than valid. Disobedience to the top management is, according to our statutes, at least a moderate violation. No less serious is the violation, to endanger the existence of our community by negligent actions. Both together inevitably require the degradation of Svetlana within the SM-Community. Under no circumstances she can continue to represent it as Dominatrix Svetlana in the Dark-Net. This would be a severe slap in the face for all members who obey the rules.”

Svetlana's face has meanwhile turned into an ashen mask. She follows the discussion with a stare that seems to go nowhere; is unable to move. This changes abruptly when she notices Barb's gloating grin. Furious, she grabs her whip and begins to beat the poor woman she blames for her plight. “Zzzinzzingh”, the straps of her whip, which she wields with all its toughness, hiss through the air and stroke across Barb's breasts, where they leave several deep red, bloodshot welts clearly visible. A second, equally hard stroke lands precisely in her crotch, conjuring the red-hot colours of the setting evening sun onto her shame. Like a raging, out-of-control fury, Svetlana continues to beat Barb as if she wanted to beat her to death on the spot. Her body, tormented by the hellish pain, winds itself on the cross, pulls on the tight fetters with all its might, trying to escape the whip lashes. In vain!

While Barb screams out her immense agony loudly audibly through The gag and the users react somewhat shocked and uncomprehending to Svetlana's outburst of rage, Dimitri manages to make his cousin come to his senses. She calms down a little and stops whipping Barb, when Dimitri threatens to let arrest her immediately by Sergey otherwise.

The protests of active users follow promptly. For them, Svetlana's outburst of rage is a further expression of a lack of respect for the administrator and the members of the Community, what requires a severe punishment.

Dimitri now has no choice but to give in to the pressure of the annoyed members. The way Tatiana has just acted in a situation where restraint would have been advisable, he can no longer protect her. With the best will in the world, the strict rules he has created, which have so far guaranteed the existence and security of the community, do not allow this. He will now announce the only possible consequence.

[Administrator] “Dear friends, as you have correctly recognized and explained, the sum of the violations committed by Svetlana is to be considered a serious violation in the sense of our rules. You all know the scale of possible penalties.”

[Crucifier] interrupts his announcement: “I would be honoured to perform her crucifixion.”

[Administrator] “Patience, dear friend, we're not that far yet! For all the rigour of our rules, which in themselves can justify a crucifixion of Svetlana, we must still consider Svetlana's merits for our Community. After that, the most severe of all possible punishments, means crucifixion, is out of question for me. What remains is the loss of her freedom. That means, with the end of the current punishment ceremony, Svetlana automatically loses her status as a dominatrix, and is reduced to a slave. From then on, she will, be put in chains, represent our SM-Community in “Darknet” as “masked slave Svetlana”. Furthermore, she will receive 50 lashes with the bull whip at the end of this event! Sergei, my faithful assistant, will carry her out, since he too has been fooled by her.”

For many users, these words sound like early Christmas. For some gentlemen it is an inner march through. The imagination alone makes their very best pieces swell up as hard as a rock and scream for redemption.

Tatiana is shocked by what she just heard. As if paralysed, initially unable to move, she pauses for a moment, visible to all, ... not yet knowing how to continue. She ponders for a moment, thinks briefly of immediate escape, but then considers it better to continue the show and give this Miss Moore hell.“You won't survive the show”, she hisses in Barb's ear before leaving the studio to undress.

As the strict, extremely brutal dominatrix Svetlana, whose true identity nobody in the scene knows, it has always been an absolute taboo for her, to appear naked in front of the audience. And precisely that has inspired the fantasies of the men and manifested her reputation as unique and mysterious. Of all things, she is now supposed to break with this taboo? She does not want that! Nevertheless, she will do it. After all that has happened, she does not dare to resist again. This could end up far more fatal for her than slavery. And nailed to a cross, she does not want to die.

Enthusiastic comments are not long in coming.

[Crucifier] shouts after her: “That's right, Svetlana! Go and finally take off your annoying full-body leather condom. Then come back to let yourself be pampered! I'm ready whenever you want. And you can leave your high heels on.”

[CruelMaster] “I am delighted! How many times in the past I have undressed Dominatrix Svetlana, who always is covered up to her neck in leather, in thoughts and whipped her as a naked slave. That I may actually experience this, I would not have thought possible! I'm extremely curious how she will take the 50 lashes with the bull whip.”

[Cruella] “Finally, Svetlana is going to change sides. I'm looking forward to seeing her tits bouncing under whip lashes! She also can come to me. I always have a place for her in my torture chamber.”
When the door closes behind Svetlana, Barb is alone for a moment. Largely unnoticed by the users, who have a lively discussion, countless thoughts shoot through her head during this time. The question of what will happen to her now increasingly comes to the fore. She asks herself: “Will I survive the night? And if I do, what are they going to do with me?”

The wildest fantasies suddenly shoot through her head. In the past few days she has had a wide variety of dreams; those about voluntary submission, or those full of unbridled lust and pain, but also some that have frightened her. And what is happening to her right now? Is it real or just another dream? Where does the heat that she suddenly feels all over her body come from? Is the temperature in the large room actually rising or is it just her imagine? She doesn't find the answer. But she feels that drops of sweat form on her skin, which slowly run down her chest to her thighs and over these further down. She moans briefly because it is a pleasant, slightly ticklish feeling.

Then she hears the squeaking of the heavy steel door in the background. The sound rips her from her mind. Her head flies to the right, her eyes are getting bigger with rapture, the tingling in the abdomen is increasing. There she comes ...

“Whooow!” Barb unintentionally calls out. Dominatrix Svetlana looks simply stunningly brilliant. For the first time she is not wearing a mask that covers her whole face, but a small black leather mask with narrow slits that only covers her eyes and parts of her nose. Her wonderfully red shiny hair woven in the back into a braid, that gives her appearance a look of severity. Her slender legs are wrapped in high-heeled, tight-fitting black leather boots and her hips are adorned with a black leather belt with a steel crop dangling from it and the blade of a knife sparkling. Under this, she carries a dildo, buckled on around her hips with black leather straps. Not a normal sized dildo, but a very thick one, which is peppered with pointed rubber nubs. Otherwise, her slim, extremely handsome body is completely naked. It shines, as if it has been rubbed with fat. Her breasts ... they are small, wonderfully small and firm, with nipples protruding steeply forward.

Barb feels how her pleasure grotto contracts and cramps. Simultaneously hot lust rises in her and clouds her senses. She throws her head back, closes her eyes and moans loudly. Svetlana, on the other hand, takes her time; slowly comes closer with a slight weighing step.

 

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Even the users at their screens are very attentive again, when Tatiana enters the room. Their eyes literally cling to dominatrix Svetlana's slender, graceful body, which they can admire naked for the first time.

[MasterJosh] is fascinated by her beauty. He has always longed to see this graceful body naked, instead of wrapped in high-necked, skin-tight vinyl or leather overalls. And now ... !!!!!!!!!!

This immaculate body, whose bright, smooth skin stands in stark contrast to the bright red hair; the shaved pussy with the small delicate pink shiny lips, which look like mirror images ... and her small, firm breasts! They have the shape of small pyramids tilted forwards. But that's far not all! The absolute crowning glory of this female work of art are her unusually long nipples. They rise proudly, almost exuberantly from the nipple atria and scream for conquest. “What could be done with it”, he sighs and knows what he has to do.

The other, especially male users, are also enjoying at the sight of the woman, who is just moving her beguiling body so sexily swaying towards the cross in the middle of the room. Everyone agrees that she looks much better naked than in a tight leather outfit. They are currently discussing whether Svetlana, who has always been quite well-received as a dominatrix, won't even make a much better figure as a slave.

[MasterJosh] joins now: “I'm absolutely sure, that I must educate her! Offer a million dollars for her to be taken into my care for half a year after the event to be raised by me to be an obedient slave”.

[Cruella] “Be with you Josh, if you invite me now and then to punish her!”

[MasterJosh] „OK, Cruella! You're welcome!“

[CruelMaster] “Of course, I would also like to participate in her upbringing, severely punishing her for her disobedience, breaking her will and bring her up to an obedient slave. That's why I'd be happy to participate in Master Josh's bid. ”

That means, the deal only depends on the agreement of the top management of the community, the [Administrator]. But Dimitri is no longer in his place. He is currently trying to contact Boris Fisher. Therefore, this decision has to be adjourned.

On her way to Barb's cross, Tatiana is surprised by Master Josh's offer to the community. She follows the general discussion without comment and is happy that Dimitri is no longer in his place. That's how she definitely gained time. At the end of the show she quickly will go on the run. The suitcases are already packed, the two delinquents quickly made ready for travel. That's why she can make her way to the Tree estate before the dawn of the day.

But right now she only wants to deal with Miss Moore. Not, as planned, according to the wishes of the bidders, but at her discretion and exactly as she wants! She has the upper hand, for she alone is on the spot. “Those at the screens can tell me, what they want. I don't care! I will approach my last official appearance as 'Dominatrix Svetlana' in the way I consider appropriate and right. Barb Moore should pay ... and how. After all, it's mainly her failed escape that has put me in this unacceptable situation, which is in total contradiction to my sexual inclinations. Therefore, she will suffer on the cross, scream, lose her dignity. No way she will witness me being whipped as a slave Svetlana at the end of the show,” she says to herself.

Finally, she has reached the iron cross, on whose x-shaped rails Barbs' wrists are tied. This still stands there, with her eyes closed, her head leaned far back, her pelvis stretched out, slightly swaying, signalling desire, seemingly unrestrained and impatiently waiting for her ...

“Just wait and see”, Tatiana thinks: “You'll get what you deserve soon enough!” Then she presses the strapped penis carefully against Barb's abdomen. Barb acknowledges that with a quiet, but lustful moan. Barb acknowledges that with a quiet, but lustful moan. Immediately Svetlana withdraws. Thereupon Barb lifts her head, opens her eyes and looks at her in wonder ...

[Cruella] and [CruelMaster] don't want a second rape number. They bid ten thousand dollars each and wish, “Show us, how to whip her into screaming!”

However, Svetlana does not react in any way to this request. While the connected users protest and vent their anger, she lifts Barbs right leg and leads the strapped penis very close to her vagina. This will be her game, her game all by herself! ... And she knows how to play it until the end!

Barb closes her eyes again as Svetlana lifts her right leg and leads the strapped penis back to her pleasure grotto. In that way she can concentrate undisturbed on the feeling of lust that Svetlana has sparked in her when she has entered the transmission room naked, with her penis strapped on. Since then, her head cinema has fired the once inflamed flame and brought it to ever more intense blaze. She waits, ... expects that the thick dildo, peppered with rubber studs, will penetrate her at any moment. She's prepared, she wants him! The pointed rubber studs don't scare her! They won't stand in the way of the longed-for orgasm. But nothing happens. Only silence, ... Silence, ... unbearable silence.

The expected rape leads to a lecherous insurrection of her body. Her nipples stand up tough; Expecting the penetrating tail, her lower abdomen trembles more and more visible for everyone; She now breathes jerkily, haltingly; Meantime her pussy drips so hard, that the phlegm runs down her thighs. In addition, the surging heat in her body, drives thick beads of sweat onto her skin. She is already very close to it, ... just one push, maybe two! Then it happens! … However, the witch in front of her does nothing. Nothing at all. As Barb opens her eyes, she looks into a contemptibly grinning face of a superior winner.

“Well, sweetheart, you imagined it differently”, Svetlana sneers disparagingly, as Barb begs with begging eyes for the longed-for orgasm. To give her words extra emphasis, she puts her hands around Barb's neck and squeezes so tightly that her fingernails dig themselves deep into Barb's tender skin. “Do you really think that after everything you've brought me into, I'll give you one last orgasm?”, she hisses.

Barb can barely breathe, gasps. The waves of lust that were about to overturn, to release their power in a rush of senses and feelings, have suddenly ebbed away. As her eyes meet the devilishly sparkling eyes of her tormentor, she knows what to expect here and now. Her counterpart masters her craft with everything that goes with it. “She knows exactly how she has to proceed, to prevent me from enjoying the pain she gives me. Obviously she has studied and analysed all facets of my behaviour from the beginning of my abduction until now”, Barb is sure of.

The immeasurable pain, which suddenly takes its place in the lower centre of her body, confirms only seconds later with the effect of a lightning strike how right she had been with her supposition. She screams her agony out loud. Completely surprising for her, the masked dominatrix has rammed the dildo covered with rubber studs into her vagina. It was extremely painful for Barb, as the dildo rammed knob by knob past her clitoris and penetrated all the way into her lust grotto to the limit. After Svetlana has pulled him back rudely, Barb sees through her tear soaked eyes, that he shows traces of blood.

Now that it's over, it feels like someone has dragged a grater along her vaginal walls. … But what is that? As the first wave of the quite intense feeling of pain fades away, another, no less unpleasant one joins in. Barb feels it more and more clearly, cannot explain it, this itching in her vagina; unpleasant, tickling, stabbing!

“Well, can you feel it yet?”

When Barb looks up at Dominatrix Svetlana with an irritated and still painful face, she proudly explains: “A stinging nettle cream concentrate, extremely effective and sustainable!” She bends down provocative slowly to Barb's feet after these words. She clearly takes no notice of Cruella's and Cruel Master's calls to finally begin Barb's flogging. With Stoic calm she puts Barb's ankles into the leather buckles attached to the cross and tightens them closely.

[Master Josh], whose interest in Dominatrix Svetlana has been inflamed since her first appearance in Darknet, has since followed and analysed all of her activities. “Let it be!”, he turns to his friends: “I can understand your anger about Dominatrix Svetlana! Forget it. Calm down and just enjoy what she offers us, since she won't follow your orders and “do her thing” despite your protests. I am sure, however, that she will entertain us with it very well. I'll take care of everything else later, there you can be sure.

to be continued.

 

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Chapter 17

Meanwhile, Svetlana goes to the cart on, which the torture utensils are lying ready to use and pulls him up to the platform that forms the base for the cross. Afterwards, she takes the time to once again tighten the leather shackles more firmly, that hold Barb's hands and feet on the cross, although this is not really necessary. It looks like the ceremony of an old ritual that she completes deliberately with provocative gestures in the direction of the audience. Then she removes Barb's gag.

Suddenly her facial expression changes abruptly. The sensual eroticism that her face still radiated a moment ago has disappeared. Her features now seem hard, brutal and merciless. In a sharp tone she commands Barb, to reveal her name. Without the slightest chance for Barb to answer, she immediately slaps her hard on the right and left cheek. Accompanied by a pointed outcry, her head is thrown back and forth violently, and the beautiful prisoner roughly get attuned to the expected treatment. And it goes on that brutally! To give Barb no time at all to recover again, Svetlana afterwards rams, very effectively staged, her right knee extremely painfully between her legs, followed by another most violent fist punch into her face.

The female prisoner starts drooling blood; Tries to escape further blows with panic-stricken eyes wide open, by winding herself in her shackles and pulling wildly at them; Of course with no success! Dominatrix Svetlana now steps on Barb's right side, grabs her hair and pulls her head brutally and painfully far to the back.

Once again she yells, “What's your name and why are you here?”

The tied woman swallows. Her with tears and blood smeared face suddenly appears again very determined. She answers defiantly: “My name is Barbara Moore. I am a freelance journalist, research primarily in the SM-Scene and have made it my business to uncover criminal machinations like yours and report on them. That's why the entire SM-Scene has been hunting for me for quite some time. Your community has kidnapped me, to perversely torture and silence me in this event!”

“Well recognized, my dear! Now everything has been clarified, and we both know where we stand,” Svetlana notes with satisfaction. But when Barb suddenly desperately calls out, to display her impending murder in the police, Svetlana flips out. “Shut up, bitch! You only have to talk when you're asked, understand?”, she screams and gives air to her anger with a hard punch in Barb's face. “You can't expect any help from our viewers anyway. They've only switched on their computers to watch you die painfully.”

Her prisoner is too surprised to be able to evade the blow. But when Svetlana takes a thick ball gag from the cart, she presses her lips tightly together and throws her head far back. Another hard kick between her legs makes her give up any resistance. With a determined jerk Svetlana pulls her head forward and fixes the gag immovably between her bleeding lips. Again she takes a step back to look mockingly at her prisoner, who fearfully looks at her from rigidly widened eyes.

Meantime Barb has given up tugging at her shackles. Instead, she hangs silently and waiting on her cross. When Svetlana pulls the knife out of her belt, then slowly takes a thin cloth from the trolley, Barb suddenly feels the cold in the room and immediately becomes aware of her nudity again. Her body shudders as Svetlana holds the cloth up to her nose, cuts it into two halves with a quick downward movement of the knife, and watching one half sail to the ground like a feather. With a diabolical smile, Svetlana picks up the piece, puts both halves back on the car, reaches for a kind of remote control and presses a button. At that she doesn't let Barb out of her sight for a moment.

Fascinated on one hand, but also shuddering with fear, Barb has followed the cutting of the silk scarf. Inspired by this, her head cinema switches itself on, as if at the push of a button, and put her in a state in which she follows the current events from the outside as a kind of spectator. Suddenly the scene of a former research with a terrible end sneaks in her head, but instead of the slave tied to the cross there, she is now the victim of the naked dominatrix, who …

It begins to rotate in her head; Images that shoot through her head in ever faster succession, awakening memories of pleasure and pain, overlapping and numbing her senses before disappearing again. “But what is that? What's happening now”, Barb is surprised, as this confusion of feelings and images is replaced by a soft humming that suddenly pushes itself into the centre of her senses.

It is the moment when the electric motors, integrated in the iron cross, start to extend the X-shaped legs. As they slowly move apart, Barb's arms are pulled upwards, piece by piece. Already her feet lose contact with the ground, only her toes slightly touch it until they also hang completely in the air. Her body, pulled apart further and further, now only is held by the wide leather cuffs attached to the cross, which tightly enclose her wrists and ankles.

“It almost feels like lying on a stretching bench”, Barb thinks clearly. But already in the next moment her consciousness escapes the cruel reality and kidnaps her again into the completely different world, her world of lust and pain. She senses the stimuli that affect her body from the outside; the sharp edges of the hard leather cuffs, which dig themselves deep into her sensitive skin on her hand and ankles, chafe ...

Nevertheless! She does not feel like the victim, but rather, detached from her body, she sees herself as a spectator from outside. Feels herself strangely attracted by her beautiful body, which at the cross with arms and legs far stretched out, stretching towards the viewer, even offering itself. Inevitably her gaze falls on her open shame, which cries out for fulfilment; her slightly trembling breasts, which want to be treated; her gagged mouth, whose lips want to be freed and passionately kissed; and last not least her head, sunken to the side without will, that wish to awake from this terrible nightmare.

Barb can't understand: “Why, wipes Svetlana my thighs with a damp cloth now? Why is she doing this? ... Now she soaks it again, ... with a clear liquid ... what for? ... No, no, don't press it on my face! ... What does that smell like? ... Doesn't smell so bad at all! ... Refreshes. ... No, not in my nose, not in both nostrils, they are clean. Out of my nose with the cloth, I hardly can breathe. Enough now.” Barb is irritated. She nor can imagine what Svetlana is trying to achieve with this action, nor she can ask questions. The thick gag in her mouth prevents that. But when she sees the previously clean cloth now bloodstained, she assumes, Svetlana simply wanted to wipe her the blood from the face. And, ... she feels much better now, but a little dazed.

Short time later she observes, as if through a veil of mist, that Svetlana brings the knife to her thighs, with which she has so playfully easily divided the thin silk cloth into two halves. Almost longingly she awaits the pain, but ...!? There is none! She feels no pain as Svetlana leads the glittering instrument slowly over her skin with slight pressure and draws a line on line, three next to each other, on her thighs. As it's done, Barb can see many very fine, approximately 20 centimetres long red stripes on her thighs.

But what she doesn't suspect yet …

Svetlana is playing a perfidious game with her. She influences, ... No! She determines what Barb should feel; takes control of her sensation of pleasure or pain and controls it as she wants it and sees fit. First she rubbed Barb's thighs with a disinfectant and cleaned them. Then Svetlana soaked the cloth with a liquid that she inhaled for a while, acting like an anaesthetic, painkiller drug. In this manner she has blocked Barb's ability to turn the pain she is suffering into pure pleasure for a while.

It's she, Svetlana, who now controls everything; Barb is only the will less puppet in her game!

Barb's eyes are directed as if spellbound at the hardly visible cuts. But now she observes that suddenly blood, more and more blood, is pouring out of the hardly visible cuts and is slowly running down her thighs. But pain? ... No chance! There is none! But a punch Svetlana's into her face changes that instantly. It is like a kind of initial spark that finally awakens Barb's desire for pain, which she can no longer hold back, let alone control. She can't help it. Following a reflex, she throws her body forward. The dazzling pain that runs through her shoulders as her body is suddenly stopped by the leather cuffs holding him on the cross is not enough for her. She needs more. Wants to feel more than just these cuts and the gentle feeling with which the blood leaves the wounds running down her body.

Barb breathes fitfully, abruptly now. As intended by Svetlana, she warms up more and more, gets going better and better. Throws her body forward once more with all her strength. Stretches her breasts towards her tormentor. Screams so hard into the gag that the veins protrude from her face and it turns red.

Svetlana is very satisfied with this development. She interprets the unarticulated sounds through Barb's gag as: “Take my breasts and do whatever you want with them. But take them! Now, please!”

Barb's whole body requires and wants it! Wants the orgasm, ... at any price! Every fibre of her body is stretched to the extreme. She begins to weigh her already sweat-bathed body back and forth on the cross, while wave after wave of pain and lust spill through it. She is far away, deep in thought. Her head sinks forward. She remains motionless on the cross for a moment. Then she rears up again, tears at her shackles, feels the pain at her wrists and ankles, where the hard edges of the leather cuffs cut into her skin. One last try, since it's so close. ... Aaaaaaahhh! Yes, aaaaaaahhhh! Just a little, still a little ...

Aaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuutsch ???????????!!!!!" A sudden, at the beginning hardly bearable, burning pain in her thighs, destroys everything in one fell swoop. The waves of lust and Pain, that have just begun to flood her trembling body with delight, are blown away like lovely clouds from a thunderstorm. Barb opens her eyes irritated and looks into the maliciously grinning face of her tormentor, standing in front of her, holding a wet cloth in her hand. Barb perceives now the penetrating smell of a disinfectant. Instinctively her gaze wanders down to her still wet, painfully burning thighs …

Svetlana now comes very close to the bundle, that uncontrollably twitches on the cross in pain. Every pride seems to leave the whimpering creature, wriggling on the cross like a piece of misery. Softly she whispers into her prisoners ear: “Be quietly, my love and calm down! Breathe in slowly, evenly and deeply ... and ... exhale again! To me the whole with you has just gone much too fast. Reason enough to slow down your momentum a little. By the way, I had to disinfect your cuts on the thighs to protect you from infections. And it's so, that wounds after that burn like hell. Look at it positively and enjoy, like me, the time we still have together.” At the same moment she presses the button on the remote again.

Barb feels it right away! Accompanied by a quiet, even whirring that sounds like the humming of a bee, the frame mercilessly pushes itself further apart. More and more, further and further it stretches her body. The edges of the leather cuffs press themselves once again even deeper into the tender skin of her joints. It's almost unbearable. Arms, legs, even her entire thorax are stretched to the extreme like a crossbow. In addition to the burning pain in her thighs, now the agonies from her overstretched limbs shoot into her body. Tears run from Barb's eyes, her head has sunk forward. With all her energy and the little strength she has left, she defends herself in her hopeless fight against the quietly whirring engines.

This inconspicuous noise suddenly puts brutal reality at the centre of her consciousness and shows her clearly the seriousness of the situation, which causes to fear the worst. It cannot last long! In her mind, she can already see how the arms of the cross, which extend further and further, first dislocate her shoulder joints and later tear her arms off her body. And she cannot do against it. Without outside help her fate is sealed, is she lost! Thick tears roll out of her eyes, reddened from crying. Now that her fate seems to be fixed, she has no more inhibitions, no more pride. She doesn't want to die, wishes only one thing: “To live. I want to live, please ”. Slowly she lifts her head, seeks visual contact with Svetlana. Hopelessness and pure despair dominate her gaze as she finds it and looks into her eyes begging for mercy.

Svetlana smiles at Barb. This time it is not a scornful laugh, but the mild smile of the superior winner. She knows she has taken away all self-confidence from her opponent, has managed to break this so strong personality. A finger of her hand, in which she holds the remote control, twitches …

Barb's cramped facial features immediately relax. Spite the pain, which has her body fully under control, she rejoices inwardly: “It has stopped!” She eavesdrops once again with great concentration to make sure that it is really over. But she hears nothing ... absolutely nothing, except silence, soothing silence!

This silence is immediately used by the connected users for a lively discussion. Their initial annoyance at Svetlana, for not having followed her wishes and requests, has now turned into unanimous enthusiasm.

[Cruella] “Haven't I always told, Svetlana knows her business?”

[MasterJosh] "Undisputed! But that do not undo her disobedience to us!"

[CruelMaster] "Only I'm better!"

[Minerva] “Loudmouth”

to be continued.

 

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Chapter 18

Dimitri has phoned Boris Fisher and told him about Barb's failed escape with personal contact. This wants to go immediately to the police headquarters to find out whether a corresponding ad has been recorded and inform him later.

Meanwhile, he is sitting in front of his screen again. Despite his not yet smoky anger about Tatiana's disobedience, he is impressed by her performance so far. He knows that she is one of the best torture specialists in the scene and thinks a little wistfully: “It's a pity, actually, that this chapter is closed forever.” However, he is convinced that her appearance in the Darknet as masked nude slave Svetlana will be even more popular, especially with the male clientele. Only that counts, since it helps to maximize profits.

He listened to the discussion of the actively involved users with interest and yes, ... he wants to accept the offer of ''Master Josh'' absolutely. He doesn't want to give up this considerable sum of one million dollars. But he doesn't want to accept immediately, to push the tension for all involved parties to the extreme. He is particularly interested in Tatiana's reaction to her possible future as a slave.

He interrupts the debate by speaking again as [Administrator].“Great show so far by Svetlana! Yet my anger at her disobedience is far from over. As you know, I can't stand for people to ignore my orders or make mistakes, since that can always be the beginning of the end. Therefore, I will seriously reconsider “Master Josh's” offer and announce my decision later.”

[MasterJosh] “I'll expect your positive decision with excitement!”

With that, the debate is far from over since [Cruella] and [CruelMaster] don't want to give up yet. With all means they try to get the ''administrator'' to make a positive decision on the spot.

Barb is happy about the new debate, which gives her a little rest and above all some time again. She has often experienced in the past that time is a factor that should not be underestimated. And who knows? Maybe help will come soon! If the woman in the car has told the police, that in the early morning hours a tied up, naked woman on the country road has asked for help, the police will certainly look for her.

During the debate Svetlana stands beside Barb's cross. The hymns of praise for her performance so far at the beginning of the debate fill her with pride. This distracts them for the moment from their actual task of torturing Barb. Instead, she caresses Barb's body almost tenderly, like a winner his trophy. Her fingers glide over the firm, well-proportioned breasts with the sweet nipples. This almost loving touch of her body lets the just as abruptly broken off feeling of lust flare up immediately again in Barb. Immediately her nipples stick out hard and stiff from her tits. Svetlana snaps at them with a smile and whispers almost lovingly: “Don't worry, you pushy little things, you'll get it too!”.

However... The further course of the debate becomes increasingly unpleasant for Svetlana. Can Dimitri really be persuaded to sell her as a slave because she made a mistake and once she didn't follow his instructions? “It's already punishment and humiliation enough that I have to represent the community as a masked nude slave in the future. With that, I’m already jumping far across my shadow, just to avoid upsetting Dimitri even more and since it's about business”, she thinks. “So far and not a step further”, she swears to herself. “I won't let anyone take my freedom from me! At this point the fun stops for me. Let them discuss and decide what they want! I don't care, since outside the community I still decide about my life and how I live,” she says inwardly with a fighting spirit.

Nevertheless, Svetlana is getting more and more nervous because of the discussion that just takes place. Simultaneously her rage at Dimitri is growing, as is her anger at the active bidders: “They just won't give up!”

When [MasterJosh], [Cruella], and [CruelMaster] increase the offer to 1.5 million dollars after intensive discussion, Svetlana finally lose her temper. Her rage at Dimitri and the active participants has now reached the maximum. “You idiots! Who gives you the right to want to control my life and to keep me as a slave! Get you in hell, you bastards, but you'll never get me,” she hisses angrily into the microphone. Addressing Dimitri: “Without me you would be a nobody. I have made all this possible for you. Without me, there would be no community, nor you as administrator. So fuck you and let me alone!”

[Administrator] “Shut your mouth right now and do your job, bitch! Only one more word and I'll have Sergey chain you up and sell you to “Crucifier” who can't hardy await to see you hang on the cross.”

It's over with the tenderness. Barb gets to feel it instantly. Svetlana pinches her tightly in the left nipple to vent her anger. Then she walks towards a closet in the corner of the room. On the way there, she hears Dimitri's decision in favour of the bidders. She takes it, without any further visible excitement. Apparently indifferent, she continues on her way to the closet, while Dimitri explains his motives for deciding against her. Thus, she learns that her insult to the bidders was ultimately decisive in accepting their offer and handing her over for 3 years as a slave in their care. Only when Dimitri alias [Administrator] asks Sergei to take her into custody immediately after her flogging at the end of the show, she reacts with an obscene gesture. She shows Dimitri the stinky finger. Then she opens the cupboard.

“What's she up to now?”, Barb ponders. Anxiously she watches, as Svetlana takes out several leather straps with metal tensioners.

Back at the cross, Svetlana guides three of the leather straps through the recesses in the high-tech construction. She straps the first one under Barb's belly button around her abdomen and tightens it mercilessly. Barb tries to tighten her abdominal wall by inhaling deeply to resist, but in vain! Already Svetlana stretches a strap under and above her breasts around her body and tightens them so tightly, that she is left nearly no air at all. When Svetlana removes the thick ball gag from her mouth, she starts panting loudly and panting for air because of her shortness of breath. She avoids saying anything to spare herself another punch in the face.

When Svetlana reaches for the remote control again, the horror returns to Barb, accompanied by new fear of death. Every fibre of her tied down body tenses, willing to defend itself. Her head, not yet fixed, flies wildly back and forth, driven by panic, as the engines start. But this time she doesn't feel a pull on her joints! In amazement, she stops shaking her head, eavesdrops ... waits. Only then does she notice that the steel construction, as if moved by invisible giant hands, slides into a horizontal position. With that, she sees large metal arms descending from the ceiling. They carry powerful spotlights been light up and immerse her into bright light.

With her eyes wide open and filled with fear, she watches as Svetlana once more leaves the pedestal, to goes back to the cupboard to take further mysterious things out of it. When Svetlana puts these on the table trolley beside Barb, this closes her eyes, doesn't want to see what it all is. “You don't want to see, what it is”, Svetlana laughs: “But you'll feel it, when I'm done with you!”

Now Barb has to endure the fact that Svetlana ties up her head firmly to the steel structure, so that she's no longer able, to move it. This, too, is done using a wide leather strap, which Svetlana pulls through the lateral recesses in the steel strip, over Barb's forehead and tightens mercilessly using the metal tensioning device. Barb feels unspeakable pain and believes her head must burst at any moment. She has not yet overcome the pain in her forehead, when Svetlana tries to open her mouth to insert a metal object into it. She defends herself as best she can, screams and spits, but Svetlana mercilessly closes her nostrils. That's why her screams and futile attempts to fight back, soon turn into a helpless wheeze and gasp for air.

Svetlana is mercilessly exploiting this situation. Quickly she pushes the mouth spreader as far as possible into Barb's mouth and opens it wide. Then she takes a step back to consider her work with complete satisfaction. Barb has no chance to elude her gaze. Forced her face is directed towards the Svetlana's. With rigid expression and wide open eyes she looks at Svetlana, who now has all the power in the world over her. How conscious she is of this and how willing she is to savour it to the very end, Svetlana indicates with a gloating smile.

She shows this again with her next action. Without scruples, she turns back to her assortment of metal objects and pulls out a kind of metal bridge. It has a circular opening in the middle, around which a wreath of large, brutal-looking screws is attached, as known from a Christmas tree stand, to clamp the fir trunk securely and firmly. A muffled outcry from Barbs indicates that she has recognized the purpose of the device as Svetlana leads it over her wide open mouth. “You'll like the tongue squeezer”, she whispers as she slowly grips the medical forceps, an intubation forceps, with her other hand. Barb doesn't listen at all. She is too busy with the unsuitable attempt to free her head from the belt that holds it so mercilessly.

Svetlana takes her time. First she draws near a camera hanging from the ceiling on a telescopic arm, to show at Barb's painful face and tears in her bloodshot eyes. Another pan with the camera shows her fingers, clawed together like claws and her feet wildly twitching in sheer endless cramps.

“You don't look good”, Svetlana cynically notes, as she leads the pliers securely into Barb's mouth, grasping her tongue and pulling it through the narrow opening of the tongue squeezer. Barb's attempts to prevent this, however, fail miserably because the Magill pliers have widened and roughened gripping jaws, that do not allow the tongue to slip out when the gripping arms are firmly closed. The pain, which shoots into Barb's body with that, however, teaches her once again that any resistance is futile. That is why she gives up, closes her eyes and awaits the pain. Svetlana, on the other hand, with a broad grin on her face, begins to tighten the screws of the tongue squeezer more and more.

The connected users are enthusiastic. Their posts are consistently positive.

The viewers at their screens are consistently enthusiastic. Their posts are consistently positive, praising Svetlana's performance in the highest tones. No less enthusiastic are the active participants.

[Cruella] “Keep it up, Svetlana! A last time!”

[Administrator] “Respect, Svetlana! You give Miss Moore what she deserves! It's a pity, that this is your last appearance as dominatrix of the community. I think about revising my decision.”, Dimitri also shows himself enthusiastic, despite his annoyance about Tatiana.

[MasterJosh] „?????“

[Administrator] „Don't worry, Josh! Just kidding!“

[MasterJosh] “Puhhhhh! I'm relieved!” Then he praises Svetlana: „Congratulations, Svetlana! This will be your masterpiece ... and promised, mine will follow!“

[Crucifier] “Perfect so far, Svetlana ... but don't forget the electrical accessories!”

Svetlana smiles wickedly. “All right, “Crucifier”! Can you read my mind, or you always know what women need?”, she speaks into the camera. Now she takes two, at the base ring-shaped racks from the cupboard, the two shanks of which converge in an arch at the top. At the very top, in the middle of the arch, there is a recess through which a threaded rod extends, on which there is a large clamping screw above the arch. At the lower end of the threaded rod there is a serrated clip.

[Crucifier] “I see, the very hard variant! Awesome!”

Electrodes are attached to these crocodile clips as well as under the round bases of the nipple extensors. Svetlana clamps long, thin cables to them and then connects them to a control panel. That, she has previously pushed on rollers to the pedestal and placed it next to the panting female victim strapped to the cross.

Svetlana smears the electrodes with a good conducting gel. Then carefully places them on Barb's quivering breasts. Sharkman is thrilled and posts three clapping smilies to her, that light up on the big screen in the background. He is fully satisfied with what is happening, since it is now going in his direction. Svetlana feels confirmed and flattered: “Sharkman, we get along!”, she's flirting into the camera.

Finally, the merciless crocodile clamps of the nipple extensors snap shut over Barb's stiff nipples. Extremely painful and without any spark of pity, their sharp teeth bite into Barb's unfortunate nipples; gnaw at them relentlessly and literally eat their way into them, deeper and deeper. Chasing their hellish torments through every single cell of her sorely afflicted body. Her heart-rending cries of pain echo shrill and sustainably through the large room ...

For Barb, they mean relief, acting as a kind of relief valve to cope with and relieve their pain. For the users on the screens, they mark the starting signal for the grand finale.

Svetlana, who has previously hosted many events of the community, knows that she must now give Barb a short break. She should calm down, recover a little from the unbearable agony of the beginning. Only then will it be possible to top her suffering to date and to increase the suspense for the audience.

After a well-dosed break, Svetlana continues with her work. Followed by several cameras at close range and different perspectives, she now pulls Barb's nipples further and further into the two nipple stretchers by alternately turning the tensioning screws. She observes with pleasure how her nipples are stretched further and further. The stretching mechanism reacts precisely to every slight turn of the screws. Piece by piece, turn by turn, it not only increases the pull on her nipples, which Barb feels more and more painfully, but also pulls her breasts deeper and deeper into the devices. Two more turns increase the pull on her nipples enormously, but simultaneously create the pressure that guarantees the electrodes under the round bases of the extensors a secure and firm hold on Barb's breasts.

“Ready!”, Svetlana says, as if to herself, and already wants to turn to the further wiring of her victim. But then she hesitates. Something disturbs her ... but what? She pauses briefly. Again she turns the screws of the pulling devices a little further with a diabolic grin. First one turn! What follows, is a constantly quiet whining of the victim. But Svetlana is not satisfied with that yet. She turns the screws a second time. Now, Barb's soft whining swells to a lively scream. Panic grips her as she sees her nipples stretched to breaking point and her breasts, in whose tender flesh the bases of the nipple stretchers have deeply buried themselves. Her long-drawn breasts with the extremely stretched nipples at the upper end, look like tubes, whose caps threaten to tear off at any moment. But the worst thing is, it hurts like hell.

Svetlana is satisfied now. It has been a bit too quiet for her before. Finally, she can continue. She is already holding a long, slightly curved something, like a banana, in her hand, as if conjured out of a hat by a magician. The experienced user immediately recognizes what this electrode is for, when Svetlana wires it up.

[CruelMaster] in front of his screen, joyfully flicks his tongue, as Svetlana squeezes the devilish thing into Barb's pussy. Since she has also previously coated this electrode with a generous amount of conductive gel, the banana-shaped thing sucks itself into Barb's cave with a rich, smacking sound. Svetlana uses a kind of chastity belt to prevent the electrode from slipping out. She fastens the narrow strap, which she tightly pulls through Barb's crotch, front and back to a belt strapped around her hips. In process the belt digs itself so deeply into Barb's crotch, her labia protrude left and right clearly visible.

[Crucifier] "Guys, what a treat! Svetlana celebrates here a horribly perverse ritual that makes the heart of a sadist beat faster! I can tell you exactly what's going to happen."

And right! Svetlana continues in her actions as Crucifier had expected. But with a mischievous smile on her face, she pretends to have to think about what to do now, although she knows it very well. This procedure has become a kind of ritual for her to promote her victim's anxiety and horror at what is to come. Barb has to watch now, as Svetlana with cynical composure connects the plug of another cable to the control unit. She then grins at her very meaningfully, leads the cable to her tongue squeezer and with an almost cheerful “And done!” inserts the plug into the socket attached to it.

With a kiss on Barbs cheek and the words “Have fun, my dear! High tension guaranteed, promised!”, Svetlana concludes the preparations for the upcoming scenario.

to be continued.

 

[atzehes]

Chapter 19

In Denver Boris Fisher enters the police headquarters shortly after 11 pm. His mood isn't the best, since Dimitri's call meant, that he couldn't follow Barb's ordeal further on the screen. At the gate of the police headquarter, he inquires with the watch keeping police officer, whether a report has been received after office hours that points to a woman who may have been the victim of an abduction. It is about his female co-worker, who had apparently been the victim of an abduction.

“Has Chief Muller informed you yet? About 10 minutes ago, I called and told him that I had recorded an ad outside office hours. I noticed only a quarter of an hour ago that he should be informed immediately in case of such a message. I did not know about Miss Moore's kidnapping before, since today is my first day of work after a two-week holiday”, apologizes the colleague at Boris and hands him the report log.

“It's all right!” Boris replies. “Is the chief on his way yet?”

“Yes, he wants to be here in half an hour!”

Boris thanks politely, goes to his office with the protocol and starts to read it. Already after the first sentences it is clear to him that the ad concerns Barb. Immediately he reaches for his mobile phone to inform Dimitri about the content of the ad and the seriousness of the situation. “In probably 2 hours the area around the property will be teeming with cops”, he warns. It's time for everyone to leave immediately.”

After Boris has informed Dimitri, he now rings his colleague Joe Mendez out of bed and asks him to come to the presidium immediately. “There's a lead to Barb”, he informs him, thinking: “There's no harm in showing initiative. That can help me not to be exposed as the informant. Barb, the only one who knows this, will certainly not be among the living, when the police arrives at the hidden property.”

20 minutes later, Bill and Joe arrive at the police headquarters almost together. As they enter the office, Boris welcomes them, beaming with joy, with the words: “We have landed the hoped-for lucky hit. Unexpected luck has actually come to our aid. The vague statements of the witness point to Barb as tied up naked and the area around the community 'Last Chance' as crime scene. In addition, the witness's statements in the ad about the van are consistent with those made by Joe's task forces. I already checked this.”

“Well done, Boris!”, Bill gives a restrained cry of joy. “Immediately drive to the country road 71 indicated by the witness. Behind 'Last Chance' Joe's teams are supposed to search every abandoned factory ground to find Barb hopefully alive and to arrest the kidnappers. I will direct and follow the operation from the Presidium. Now hurry on and don't waste time, since every minute counts, to save Barb's life!”

Around midnight Boris as well as Joe and his men leave for 'Last Chance'.

- - - - -

Meanwhile, Svetlana is busy attaching further electrodes to Barb's back and thighs. Just now, she's clips the last two to her labia. Barb's subsequent, briefly persistent cry of pain changes into the monotonous whirring of the motors of the torture rack, which can now be heard again. Slowly it glides into the vertical. The further it straightens up, the more the pull on Barb's shoulders and wrists increases. The straps that hold her body to it, press deeper and deeper into her tender skin.

When the cross finally stands upright, Barb's body offers a scary beautiful sight. Spread wide apart, totally wired, she hangs there, tightly clamped in the black leather straps that have dug deep into her skin. Totally defenceless, with electrodes at her most intimate parts of the body, she faces the electric torture that will begin at any moment.

But it's not time yet! Svetlana is still enjoying the sight of her victim tormented by pain and fear of death. She sees blood pouring from the wounds, where the small, pointed teeth of the clamps have drilled into Barb's tender skin, who has just calmed down a little, as Svetlana reaches for a spray bottle.

“PSSSSSSSSSS!“ A fine mist of atomized liquid covers Barb's naked skin. Immediately her body begins to tremble again, her face distorts into a painful grimace. Svetlana nods satisfied and puts the bottle back again. Barb feels her mucous membranes and injured parts of her body burning. Actually, she should be grateful to her torturer, since the high-percentage, almost pure alcohol disinfects her wounds. Yet she doesn't like what Svetlana does. She knows that this never misses an opportunity to inflict pain on her and sees this action as a foretaste of further painful actions. All the more astonished she is, when Svetlana explains to the connected users, why she sprayed Barb's body completely with pure ethanol (medical alcohol). “I did that”, says Svetlana, “because human skin is naturally moist. The alcohol displaces sweat and ensures that the current flows not only on the surface of the skin but through the body. Sweat has a conductivity of more than one twentieth Siemens per meter, whereas pure alcohol is almost an insulator.”

[Crucifier] is enthusiastic about Svetlana's knowledge of the arts of torturing. “What did I tell you! She knows her trade with everything that goes with it!”

Barb's fear of what is to come, on the other hand, is fired, especially as the sharply serrated clamps have bitten through her skin in several places, especially on her labia. The first drops of blood are already seeping from the injured parts of the body. This ensures good contact into the body, especially as the labia are never completely dry.

Next it's to begin! Svetlana steps up to the control desk and starts the computer. Immediately Barb feels a slight tingling sensation in her breasts, abdomen and pussy. The computer starts up and sends short sequences of measuring currents through her body. Now Svetlana is able, to trigger electrical impulses at the push of a button. She can choose to bombard a certain or all parts of Barb's body simultaneously with electric shocks. Its intensity can be adjusted using a wheel on the control panel. But she is still waiting.

It's quiet! Ghostly silence that mutates into nightmarish eternity for Barb, in which the most horrible scenarios buzz through her head. The horrors in her head can be read in her panic-reflecting facial expression. The pupils roll wildly back and forth in her eyes as if they were looking for a way out of the impending ordeal.

“That's it! That's what I like to see”, Svetlana says to herself with great satisfaction. She has Barb where she wants her victim. Broken; a psychic wreck, seized by increasingly confused thoughts, which has to relive the impending torture in its mind again and again, since she finds no way out.

How correct Svetlana is with her assessment can also be followed by the users on their screens.

[CruelMaster] is thrilled: “Look at Miss Moore's increasingly panic-stricken features, you can clearly see Svetlana's genius. I think she'll drive the bitch mad before she dies. Svetlana is simply the best!”

[Cruella] “Reason enough to stop and take on the new challenge! I am sure that she will deliver her masterpiece as a slave after her strict re-education. Hahaha!”

“Shut up, stupid cow!”, Svetlana gets out of hand by Cruella's comment. Her look into the camera, filled with anger and hate, speaks volumes!

While [CruelMaster] is turning to [Cruella], to comment Svetlana's gaze with the words “If glances could kill”, Barb instantly gets feel all of her anger. She pushes a button and turns the mentioned regulating wheel. …

The first impulses of high voltage, but harmlessly low amperage shoot through the metal clamps in Barb's tightly stretched nipples like an attack. They ensure that her upper body is well shaken and cause her breasts and the nipple stretching devices spanning them to vibrate badly. Barb presses herself vehemently against the tight leather cuffs to escape the torment; in vain!

After about 3 minutes Svetlana finishes the first thrust of even more bearable power surges, and gives Barb a little time to recover. Her pulse is racing. She breathes briefly and fitfully. Her adrenaline level, driven by fear, but also a little lust, has reached a peak; her body is bathed in sweat due to the circumstances. Ideal for Svetlana's further action.

As soon as Barb's body has calmed down, it's time to move on. Svetlana intensifies the current torture considerably by pressing a second button on the control unit and turning the voltage regulator a little further than before.

One current surge after the other now additionally electrifies Barb's vagina and labia beside her tits, and that with a much worse effect than before. The latter tremble like aspen leaves, while her clit feels as if it would be larded with countless needles, to turn into a cactus. Now it's going quickly. Like a lightning storm, a bombardment of electric shocks discharges into Barb's sorely afflicted body. Her entire body stiffens, begins to twitch on the cross uncontrolled and wild, shaken by electric shocks. It's wonderful for the audience to see the nipple stretchers protruding from her upper body bouncing back and forth with the breasts pulled into her, while the crocodile clamps pull hard on her nipples.

Then there's a break again. It is imperative and allows Barb to come back to rest and to regenerate her body a little. Otherwise, the show would end quickly. None of the electric shocks, shooting into Barb's body, is deadly in itself. But without adequate pauses, the multitude of electric shocks she's been given would quickly cause her heart to flicker, leading to her death. A flickering heart is like a stagnant heart; it no longer promotes blood.

Barb's ordeal continues! Meanwhile, Svetlana has programmed the control unit in a way, that it now sends extremely painful stimuli in rapid succession either to Barb's nipples or to her clit. The current varies at random. Shortly after the beginning of the current power surges, Barb again is just a moaning, whining, twitching bundle that fidgets so wildly in its shackles that her joints crack loudly. When the electric shocks end, she collapses with a shrill scream, powerless and bathed in sweat.

“This is the end!” is the last clear thought that Barb can grasp. The short pauses between the current torture intervals are less and less sufficient to relax her body, let alone to relieve the pain that is whipped into her again and again. The pain becomes increasingly penetrating and gradually robs her of her senses. These dwindle further and further, so that Barb hardly notices what is happening around her.

In this situation, Dimitri surprisingly announces that police units are expected to arrive at the property in about an hour. He calls on all those present to leave the secret meeting point immediately, before the access roads are teeming with police cars. He expressly warns against using the van, since the police know the license plate and inscription of it.

Barb can no longer classify what Dimitri's announcement means to her. Even, that Svetlana flees the studio afterwards is only registered by her subconscious. With her eyes closed, she dawns in front of her and enjoys the sudden calm between the always recurring electric shocks. As the duration progresses, she also feels these less and less, then no more, only peace, ... peace, ... and pleasant silence!

- - - - -

But suddenly it's over with the pleasant peace and soothing silence. Suddenly Barb startles, awoken by the annoying sound of a siren howling loudly. Her senses are still clouded, far from reality yet. She is confused! “Where am I? Why can I move my arms freely and am no longer tied to this terrible metal cross?”, she stammers.

“Don't worry, Miss Moore, you haven't arrived in heaven yet”, jokes the visibly relieved police officer Joe Mendez, who accompanies Barb in an ambulance. “You're in an ambulance on your way back to Denver!”

“Did you arrest everyone?”

“Arrested? ... Whom? ... How many were there?”

“Four! ... There were four! ... A woman and three men.”

“No, we haven't been able to arrest a person. Apart from you, we did not meet anybody on the factory premises! But you had a guardian angel, Miss Moore”, continues Joe; “While trying to torch the buildings to destroy all the evidence, there was a short circuit in the power supply, which ... !”

“ ... saved your life”, the emergency doctor takes over the conversation. “The short circuit has prevented further electric shocks to her body. These would inevitably have led to your death, if the short circuit hadn't stopped them! And now, Miss Moore, close your eyes and rest! Then you will be so fit again, that you can leave the hospital in two or three days, to answer all the questions of the police.”

- - - - -

Three days later:

Barb is out of the hospital. The fine cuts on her thighs are almost invisible and except for a few bruises, nothing reminds her of the torture she had to endure 3 days before. Tree has called her at the hospital, sent her his wishes for recovery and invited her to his estate for the coming weekend. He hasn't seen his best female friend and former lover for a long time. Since she has left his estate a few years ago, to move to New York for professional reasons, her busy schedule has been a constant obstacle to visit him. Nevertheless, the two have never lost sight of each other, have often spoken on the phone and thus participated in each other's lives. Now that she is in Denver, not even that far away from his estate, the opportunity for a reunion seems to be quite favourable. He needs her opinion and advice in an important matter to make the right decision. In addition, Barb can recover from the strains of the past week as long as she likes and gains distance from the terrible events that have happened to her in Denver.

Barb has accepted Tree's invitation beaming with joy and promised to come to the weekend. Now she is sitting, together with Joe Mendez in chief Muller's office, to summarize their previous collaboration. The only one missing, is detective Boris Fisher. There is no trace of him, since Barb's rescue. She reports, during her kidnapping his name has been mentioned. Moreover, his escape clearly proves, that he was the informant; as well as the failed arrest of her kidnappers during of her rescue, since Boris Fisher, along with Joe Mendez and Bill Muller, was the only one who knew about the operation on Highway 71.

Barb's further statements confirm this sad certainty. Already in the first days of her cooperation with Boris, she has had the first, considerable doubts about the seriousness of his willingness to investigate and his loyalty to her. Boris had only led her to locations, which obviously had no connection whatsoever with the disappearance of the young women and the SM-Community. In addition, she has increasingly gained the impression that Boris was organizing a kind of exhibition skating with her, when he took her to different places in the city. Now, in retrospect, she is quite sure, that he has already wanted to ''introduce'' her to individual members of the community. This clearly proves that her kidnapping with subsequent torture until death, was planned from outset. And it also had been Boris Fisher, who has lured her into the trap by arranging for her to participate in a supposedly taking place SM-Show.

Another indication that the SM-Community knew about her and her mission from the beginning is, that she was offered and rented a suite that was completely bugged at a special price. This meant that she could be monitored off-duty, around the clock, and every step she took could be followed.

Barb can't give any information about the appearance of her kidnappers, since they only faced her with masks.

Conclusion:

Fact is, Barb, Bill and Joe did not succeed in unmasking and rendering harmless the leadership of the SM-Community or arresting individual members, especially Barb's kidnappers. As a success of their collaboration, however, they can record that the hidden meeting place of the SM-Community has been discovered and destroyed. This significantly limits their activities for a certain period of time, but is not the success that Police Chief Bill Muller, but also Barb himself, had hoped for from her effort. But he is not thinking of giving up. He wants to stay on the ball and keep on investigating until he has arrested the head of this SM-Community together with its followers. And now he has a very decisive advantage! Now that he has uncovered their informant, the element of surprise is on his side.

- The End -

 

[atzehes]

The 1st part (The Denver Mission) of my story "Barb's life after the "Bronx Crux Murders - NYC" is finished at this point. As far as you enjoyed the story so far and would like to know how it continues, please let me know. Then I will take the trouble to translate the currently in progressing 2nd part (Fateful Return to the Tree Estate) from German into English.

By the way, I would like to know if my translation is well understandable and therefore the content is fun to read, or if the translation into English was not so good and the content was difficult to understand.

I ask this because my English from school is not good and I often have to search for words in the translation program. But this often offers many possibilities, of which I often don't know if I have chosen the right one.

I would be happy about an honest answer, since I can also deal very well with negative criticism.

 

[Barbaria1]

I notice no issues in the translation. The text reads well. Do continue on.

 

[twonines]

The 1st part (The Denver Mission) of my story "Barb's life after the "Bronx Crux Murders - NYC" is finished at this point. As far as you enjoyed the story so far and would like to know how it continues, please let me know. Then I will take the trouble to translate the currently in progressing 2nd part (Fateful Return to the Tree Estate) from German into English.

By the way, I would like to know if my translation is well understandable and therefore the content is fun to read, or if the translation into English was not so good and the content was difficult to understand.

I ask this because my English from school is not good and I often have to search for words in the translation program. But this often offers many possibilities, of which I often don't know if I have chosen the right one.

I would be happy about an honest answer, since I can also deal very well with negative criticism.

Your English is very good and you have done an excellent job, yes, some of you sentences are not constructed exactly as they would be by a native English speaker, but that in no way detracts from the narrative and from our enjoyment of it.

 

[atzehes]

Your English is very good and you have done an excellent job, yes, some of you sentences are not constructed exactly as they would be by a native English speaker, but that in no way detracts from the narrative and from our enjoyment of it.

Thanks for the compliment. I am happy if you like my work and enjoy reading the story. Then my effort has been worthwhile and it spurs you on to continue.