February 11, 2023, 5:02pm

A bit later in the afternoon things had calmed down a little between Isabel and Master B. He was genuinely baffled by what he had seen in the first video and didn’t understand that the way he was expressing his shock was only making Isabel feel worse. She was worried. This was only the first video. The severity of the content would ramp up pretty fast and she wondered how he would deal with what he was about to see in the next two videos. She was hoping it was just his surprise in general and not the video content that had him all worked up, but she was preparing for the worst. He, on the other hand, had found that the best way to deal with the situation was to leave Isabel be for a moment and he went upstairs to unpack his dishwasher. When after a while Isabel hadn’t come up, he went back down to the basement where she slowly opened up to him after he apologized.

Isabel wasn’t sure what to think of his apology. He said the words, but did he really understand what he was apologizing for? Did he mean what he said? Instead of grilling him and picking a fight, she insisted that they should watch the remaining videos before talking about them. That made the most sense to her. Why spend a while talking now and then again after the next video and again after the next and so on?

So they sat silently next to each other when the second video started playing on the big screen.

After a quick fade-in from black, accompanied by a soundtrack featuring a heavy drum beat, the video showed a close-up of Isabel’s mouth, the only visible part of her head with the leather hood wrapped tightly around the rest of her face and head. From there, the video zoomed out slowly to a wide view until Isabel’s full body was visible, suspended upside-down in front of a white ceramic tile wall, hanging from a spreader bar between her knees. Both her arms and legs were folded double and tightly wrapped with multiple layers of sleeves, the top layer being a shiny black latex. It gave the impression in her current position and camera viewpoint as if her legs and arms had been amputated at the knees and elbows respectively.

Master B’s eyes were glued to the screen that showed his little Izzy in this perverted amputation fantasy that was depicted in so many of the guro drawings and 3d renders on his hard drive. He quickly glanced over at Isabel, who divided her attention between watching him and  the screen, just to make sure she still had all her limbs. He felt his cock stiffen again as his mind tried to determine which of the images he had shared with Isabel could be the inspiration for the setup he was watching.

Adding to the macabre atmosphere of the scene, but completely in line with Master M’s previous work on Ravage Moi, were the multiple pig cadavers that flanked Isabel on both sides, hanging from meat hooks through their spread hind legs, ready to be cut in half and processed into pork chops. This was the clean side of the abattoir. The gutted animal carcasses were massive and Isabel appeared even more slender than she already was.

The two largest of the half a dozen pigs hung next to Isabel, about three feet away. Seeing them on the video brought her back in her mind to the moment she set foot in the butchery. To the distinct smell of cleaning products and metal, unique, like the familiar specific smells of hospitals or elderly homes. Just before they started prepping her for the recording,  Master M had introduced her Master O, his mentor. He was tall, with a friendly face. His bulging belly seemed out of place on his otherwise long and thin frame and he appeared to be considerably older than Master M.

Master O would watch and enjoy during the first part of the video recording, which featured a simple and straightforward script that Master M had put together based on a digital image of a drawing Isabel had sent to him. It was right up his alley, completely in line with the content he produced in the heyday of RavageMoi, but a little more extreme. An instant extrapolation of the content he might have slowly worked his way toward, had he not been sidelined for years. The end goal was clear: a live depiction of a colorful guro torture drawing that Isabel had first laid eyes on several months ago in Master B’s basement. She knew it was one of his favorites. After that, Master O would take over and perform his interpretation of several sequential images from a comic book featuring the kind of torture porn that fell even outside of Master M’s comfort zone.

These things had played out years ago in the fantasies of the world’s most perverted and creative minds and not one of those minds had ever imagined that these things would be performed on photo or film, let alone by an ambitious young masochist who had not even been born when these filthy fantasies were committed to paper.

Isabel’s skinny body looked even thinner in this position, with her ribs clearly visible between her hollow stomach and small breasts. The screws and pins that were used to torture her tits during her introduction video with Master M were gone, but the burn marks from the cigarette were still clearly visible.

The video edit wasted no time getting to business. First, a slowed-down close-up of Master M’s cock disappearing between Isabel’s lips. Then her torso trying to curl up, just ever so slightly, in a wide view from a second camera as he rammed his cock as deep up her throat as he could while he wrapped both his hands around her neck and pressed both his thumbs down hard to massage the shaft of his cock through Isabel’s throat before pulling his cock back out again and immediately ramming it back up, giving her no time to catch her breath. Master M cupped Isabel’s breasts and squeezed them as hard as he could while his cock was lodged as deep in her throat as possible. He was wearing black leather pants that were open on the front, freeing his cock and balls. He pulled his cock out and rammed it back in with complete disregard for Isabel, who was used like a ragdoll cock sleeve while he punched her small tits and violently squeezed her throat.

Whoever edited the video had gotten a little creative with this one, adding a strobe effect with footage of Isabel’s exposed face, without the hood, receiving the same harsh skull fuck treatment. The transitions between the images with the hood and without it matched the fast-paced beat perfectly until the beat slowed down and the camera zoomed out to a wide view again.

Master M was seen moving swiftly like a shadow through the screen. Similar to the popular so-called ‘velocity edits’ on TikTok, the video slowed down and sped up according to the beat. Isabel remained dead center in the view, while with every beat of the music, Master M pierced a short metal pin through her skin, starting with the small stretch of skin between the black latex wrapping around her leg and her crotch, which was about four inches wide.

The pins, which were just about three inches in length, were pierced horizontally through her skin in such a way that both ends stuck out of her skin, with the rest sitting just under her skin, creating elongated bumps in her skin.

The loud, slow and heavy beats of the music drowned out any sounds that Isabel produced while Master M fitted her upper thighs and abdomen with nearly four dozen pins. When the slow beat of the video stopped and a new musical segment was mixed in that picked up some speed in the beat, There was a pattern of twenty-two horizontal pins running through Isabel’s skin from the top of her thighs to just under her breasts, each pin about half an inch away from the next.

Within seconds in the video edit, a long red ribbon was crossed along the exposed ends of the pins, creating the effect of a corset piercing on both sides of her torso, mimicing the drawing that Isabel had provided. The pace was nice, clearly showing the setup before continuing with the more intense parts that were still to come.

Like the redhead in her favorite RavageMoi video, Isabel received thin, flat breast clamps on her tits, which compressed them at their base between two metal bars that were tightly pressed together with bolts and wing nuts. Like the redhead’s tits, Isabel’s breasts were too small to effectively bind into bulging orbs with rope or wire, but big enough to be clamped between thin bars of steel.

The video didn’t show it, but Master M had taken his time to slowly tighten the clamps as much as he could, turning the wing nuts again and again over the better part of ten to fifteen minutes, while he enjoyed playing intimately with Isabel’s body.

His tongue traced the sides of her abdomen again, from just under her ribcage to her crotch, slowly licking her skin while his nose moved up to her thighs, inhaling her scent deeply and feeling every muscle, every bump in her skin that was created by the pins that he had inserted. He was tasting and smelling her body and savoring the moment to the best of his abilities.

His mouth had found its way to her deep set belly button, swirling around and around and pressing as deep into the little hole as he could, before his lips flew up to her spread pussy and he licked the salty wetness of her cunt, slowly edging her, teasing her, moving away whenever she got too excited. Isabel had enjoyed every second of it. She still wasn’t sure if she was supposed to flattered or creeped out by his peculiar tastes, but so far he had given her everything she wanted. Maybe it was better that all of this was cut from the video; the interaction was deeply intimate and master B might have taken offense.

The video made it seem like the breast clamps were suddenly there, compressed as tightly as possible, almost like an afterthought, while the main focus of the video was now on what was in the master’s hands. He held a fairly long and extremely thin filleting knife in his right hand and used it to make rapid shallow cuts on the inside of Isabel’s thighs, right where her skin bore the scars of the harsh treatment she had received at Fraulein Stahl’s several months earlier.

When he moved his blade down to her pussy, the camera switched to a wider view that also showed that Isabel had received two additional piercings: two pins identical to the ones that were used previously were now clearly visible in an X-shape through her lips, shutting her mouth with two diagonal pins.

This was a visual clue for Master B, who now knew for sure which of the torture drawings Isabel had sent to Master M for the creation of this video. But there was still something missing. Something that would surely be corrected in the last minute and a half of the video.

The footage continued with a jump cut to a closeup of Isabel’s cunt, her outer pussy lips already pierced with two small metal hooks each, which were used to stretch them up and away from her body with small chains that were connected to weights that were draped over the horizontal spreader bar between her knees. Her pussy was spread with a speculum that was already opened wide.

While she kept her eyes glued to the screen playing the video, Isabel’s fingers had found their way to her dripping wet pussy, anticipating what was about to come, and she started spreading her cunt open, playing with her pussy lips and her clit as she and Master B consumed the final act of the video on the tv in front of them.

Without ceremony or foreplay, but with increasingly heavy and loud music as his sound track, Master M slowly shoved the sharp tip of the long filleting knife through Isabel’s right stretched pussy lip, right above the speculum, and proceeded to align it horizontally so he could push it through the other stretched labium on the left side as well.

Even though the blade of the knife wasn’t particularly wide, it was intense and brutal to see a knife pushed through Isabel’s stretched pussy lips. The wounds were relatively small, but because the skin was stretched, they immediately produced drops of blood that started trickling down her body. The close-up camera work made sure that every little detail was included in the video.

While one knife was brutal enough, the Redhead in the most intense RavageMoi video had received two, one steak knife through each pussy lip, and both Master M and Isabel had agreed that their new video should not be at the same level of intensity, but go slightly further.

Master B placed his hand around the stiffening shaft of his cock and started stroking himself as he watched how Master M repeated the performance with the filleting knife from the other side and as the second blade slid through Isabel’s stretched pussy lips on the video, right above the first, Isabel lunged forward on the bed and wrapped her mouth around her master’s throbbing cock.

He stopped stroking and instead let her take over while he watched in awe what happened on the big screen in front of him. After the second blade was pushed through, Master M produced another blade. It was considerably larger than the filleting knives and looked more like a small sword. And while he could probably have pushed it horizontally through the last bits of stretched pussy lip, right under the hooks that pulled them away from Isabel’s body, completely destroying her cunt, this is not what happened next.

Instead, Master M held the blade vertically, with its tip pointed down, above Isabel’s spread open cunt. The blade was long, at least 18 to 20 inches from the tip to the handle, and it was about three times as wide as the filleting knives.

Then the video slowed down again, while the camera zoomed in from a wide view to a close-up of Isabel’s cunt, showing how the long blade was inserted, inch by inch, slowly disappearing into Isabel’s pussy. The blade was a tight fit. The width of the speculum spreading Izzy’s cunt was just a little bit wider than the blade. The small sword wasn’t very sharp, but it was heavy and Master M didn’t have to push it down into her cunt. He could just let gravity do its work.

The video edit didn’t want to bore its viewers with the intricacies that were involved with placing the heavy blade right against the two filleting knives and slowly manipulating it so that its tip sank so deep into Isabel’s cunt that it pushed past the opening of her cervix and into her uterus. Instead, the footage just made a jump cut to the next and very last part of the video, showing that a little more than half of the sword had disappeared inside Isabel’s stretched cunt and Master M was wielding two steak knives identical to the ones mandatory in the classic RavageMoi videos. He started with three vertical cuts to the side of her torso, just under her very visible heaving rib cage, before he finished it off with one horizontal cut, creating his signature letter M.

Master B knew exactly what was going to happen. He had watched the old videos numerous times. This was a Master M’s signature, a ritual that was eventually performed on all girls who appeared on RavageMoi. The beautiful redhead Julie. The deliciously petite blonde Delphine and the ultra-fit raven-haired Lea. And now his little Izzy, suspended upside down with her arms and legs bent and sleeved, her cunt lips stabbed and a small sword shoved inside her tight cunt, while he knew she was safe, right here in his bed, with her throat wrapped around his throbbing cock.

The upside-down suspension made this video different from the old ones, where the girls were either kneeling or suspended with their arms above their heads. Master M had slowly worked his way down from Isabel’s thighs to her breasts, creating a pattern of small cuts and rapid shallow stabs all over her torso with both knives at the same time. Like in the old videos, the wounds all bled a little, but he was an expert at creating a scene that was equally visually stunning and disturbing, while avoiding any major cuts.

A big crescendo happened in the music while the video slowly zoomed in on Isabel’s chest while Master M carefully positioned the tips of both knives and aligned the thin blades against the clamps at the base of her breasts. Then he pushed them down.

If Isabel’s muffled screams could be heard on the video, they would have drowned out the loud soundtrack. The edit didn’t show her face, but instead it focused on the sharp metal blades sinking slowly into the meat of the girl’s clamped tits, right against the clamps themselves. Since Isabel was suspended upside-down, the steak knives were pushed down into the bottom of her small clamped breasts and when the sharp tips emerged on the other side and broke through her skin, they came out about an inch-and-a-half under her collar bones.

Master B grunted and pressed Isabel’s head down into his crotch while he shot his thick load of cum straight into her stomach before letting go of her face. Isabel collapsed on the bed next to him and tried to catch her breath. He didn’t take his eyes off the large screen, where the video zoomed out to a wider view, keeping Isabel focused in the middle of the screen while Master M walked out of the frame.

The images shown were a near faithful replica of the drawing Isabel had sent to Master M, albeit with the added bonus of the master’s signature RavageMoi move at the end. There hung little Izzy, suspended between the cadavers of pigs from a spreader bar between her knees, all of her limbs folded double and wrapped with latex sleeves, giving the appearance of a quadruple amputee with trickles of blood running down her body at nearly every exposed part of her skin. Little streams running from the multiple shallow cuts that Master M made into her skin, other drops had formed at the many puncture wounds of the dozens of pins that had been inserted under her skin, now interwoven with the red ribbon running up and down her body. The two pins through her lips. And then there were the sharps, the filleting knives that were expertly pushed through her stretched labia, the dull but heavy and intimidating-looking sword lodged deep inside her cunt, and, as the grand finale, the two signature RavageMoi steak knives slowly pushed through her clamped tits, just like in the old days.

Isabel was exhausted, sore, and in tremendous pain from her brutal treatment. The video showed her rib cage heaving from the deep and fast breaths that she drew through her nose while Master M returned to the screen with her black hood. He expertly wrapped it around her head and zipped it back up, just before the video faded to black and the music stopped.

“Wow.”

That was the only thing Master B was able to produce while Isabel wiped her lips after receiving his thick, stringy cum down her throat and catching her breath.

“Fuck me,” he continued. “Wow. Just... wow.” He had a blank stare on his face and just looked at the pretty girl sitting a foot away from him. He could not believe that she now was a proper RavageMoi cunt, an alum of the higher education of visually stunning masochism. She had unofficially taken her place among the ranks of Delphine, Lea and the others, infamous and lusted over for their shameless submission to Master M and his knives.