February 11, 2023, 6:43pm

After a little break in which Master B refilled their drinks and Isabel went to the bathroom, Isabel returned in a white bathrobe  that she had wrapped tightly around her body. She was still not letting him touch her and took her place next to him on the large mattress before asking him if he was ready for the next video.

He seemed ready. He had completely undressed and leaned back casually with a pillow between him and the back wall. When he nodded, still with a slight look of confusion, worry and sadness on his face, which was caused by her out-of-character wardrobe decisions today, she cast the third video to the big screen in front of them.

Master B didn’t give much away through his facial expressions, projecting a blank stare at the big screen, which Isabel took as an open mind about what was to come. Her eyes drifted away from him to the video on the screen that had just faded in from black and showed a wide angle view of the same location as the previous video. From the looks of it, it was recorded not long after the other concluded.

Isabel was standing up straight, completely naked, under the hook that she had been suspended from in the previous video. Her hair was put up in a bun on top of her head and she was freed of the arm and leg sleeves that had previously made her look like a suspended amputee. Also gone were all the blades that Master M had used on her, but the flat breast clamps remained in place. She was still bleeding from many of her fresh wounds, including her lips, but it didn’t seem like anyone involved in the production of the video paid any attention to that. Numerous wrinkles in her skin gave away the previous session to anyone who hadn’t seen Master M’s video.

The video skipped through a sped up section while techno music picked up a fast beat. Master M was gone, Master O was now present, without any introduction. Master O looked very physically different from Master M. Being almost exactly thirty years Master M’s senior, Master O had lost his once muscular physique and now developed a prominent hairy gut. He was a little shorter than his student, but not by much. His hair was white as snow all over his body and since he never trimmed any of it below his neck, it looked like he had a carpet running from his short beard down his chest and crotch, back up through his ass crack and up his back to his shoulders, as well as down his legs.

Master O was, despite his friendly face, not an attractive man anymore by any standard, but that hadn’t stopped him from continuing his sexual activities with pretty young women. He made regular appearances in porn videos on several web sites dedicated to grandpa / young woman dynamics, where he fulfilled his needs in the more vanilla or light bondage fields. Today, however, he was excited to delve into the kinds of things that really got him going, but that were harder to come by as time had passed.

In the video montage, the careful process of him installing a genuine classic noose around Isabel’s neck was reduced to mere seconds. Isabel was made to stand on top of a black plastic crate that fit in perfectly with the butchery’s surroundings, while the rope around her neck was pulled taut, tilting her head slightly sideways and stretching her body up until it could go up no more. She wasn’t standing on her toes yet, but it was close.

“Is this..” he stammered when he saw the first frames appear on the big screen, “is this Agent...”

“Yes, it’s Agent Elektra,” Isabel interrupted him. “I knew you would recognize it immediately from the noose and the butchery,” she added with a smile. She studied his face and tried to find little clues in the movement of his eyes as to what his true feelings were about this.

Master B’s mind started racing again. Agent Elektra was a one-of-a-kind cruel torture porn comic book series from the early 2010’s. It featured main protagonist Agent Elektra, a female CIA agent that was a mix between tv show characters Nancy Drew, Carrie Matheson and Olivia Dunham, all of TV show fame in those days.

Like James Bond, Agent Elektra was a code name for different beautiful young female agents who infiltrated human trafficking rings around the world and inevitably got caught by the criminals they pursued, before being brutally abused and tortured to death in the comics’ increasingly disturbing final acts. Their signature look was that all young women had their long, blonde hair up in a bun. The series, not to be confused with the assassin Elektra from Marvel fame, had featured seven entries before production suddenly stopped. Everyone who loved the author’s work had wondered what had happened.

Isabel’s video was so far exactly like the start of the interrogation of Agent Elektra in issue number 6, Master B’s undisputed favorite in the series. Again he was hit by a feeling of worry and arousal, but the video edit didn’t give him much time to contemplate, since the action moved so fast.

A heavy stroboscopic effect was used while Master O used a nasty flogger on Isabel’s torso. Isabel danced a little and more of her skin broke in several parts and her head visibly turned a shade of purplish red while an industrial music beat increased in intensity. When it stopped, the video and music went into slow motion with the recording’s original audio as the crate under her feet was suddenly kicked away and the video zoomed out to a wide view with Isabel dangling from her neck rope and Master O standing closely behind her, watching her like a hawk.

This was, real, raw and genuine. It was immediately distinguishable from the many fake hanging videos that flooded the internet and that made it increasingly hard for people without the knowledge of the right production teams to find the real deal. Isabel had watched this clip countless times since she had received it and every time she felt a chill go down her spine. Of course she had been scared to death, but she had been able to hide it very well. Off-camera Master O had repeatedly asked her if she really wanted to go through with it, and while she was extremely nervous and scared, she was also determined to show her own master what she was willing to do for him. The audio was completely silent, except for her struggle to breathe.

The footage primarily showed Isabel’s full body swinging from the rope to emphasize the real and raw edge play of the scene. It was intercut with a feed from a second camera that had registered the panic in her eyes from a close-up view, then a sudden calm over her while she dangled with her eyes open, but only the whites of her eyes visible while her arms performed short bursts of contorting towards her chest.

After about 15 seconds, her body started contracting, like her midriff was pulling her lower body up without really moving legs, which were swaying aimlessly in the air.

After another 10 seconds or so, Isabel’s eyes closed and her body went completely limp. Master O quickly lowered the noose, using the suspension hook’s controls with one hand while he held Isabel's upper right arm with the other while her unconscious body slumped down on the floor.

A groaning sound came from Isabel when her body was down in a sitting position, but her head hung down limp on her shoulders and her eyes were still closed while a guttural stream of air slowly but steadily left her body, making the sound of a prolonged fart through her mouth until she went totally silent and slumped further forward.

Master O held her up by her shoulders and slapped her face a number of times, but Isabel seemed to be out cold. He started grabbing and twisting her nipples, alternating between left and right and slapping her face a little harder in between until she started giving signs of life again and her head moved up. She opened her eyes, but seemed totally out of it.

Regardless, Master O pulled Isabel up and supported her while she stood wobbly on her own feet, her torso hanging forward and audibly breathing heavily.

Then the video abruptly cut forward to Isabel standing on the black crate once more like before with the noose around her neck pulled up, but with considerably more slack in the rope than before. Her elbows were now tied tightly together behind her back, making the position even more uncomfortable.

Master B watched silently with Isabel sitting next to him. She slowly moved both of her hands under her robe and started masturbating to her own video while her master tried to run the plot of Agent Elektra 6 through his mind. In the comic book, the repeated hangings and whippings were part of an interrogation, but the questioning was obviously omitted from this video reenactment.

Instead, Master O was simply dishing out a selection of the comic book’s tortures on his willing victim while he enjoyed every second of it.

The majority of his most enjoyable moments, however, were cut from the final edit. Like Master M before him, he savored every inch of Isabel’s tight and toned body, smelling, licking and touching her skin with his hands, his mouth and his tongue as much as he could. He wasn’t deterred by her wounds and took his time sucking on her nipples and sinking his teeth into the flesh of her clamped breasts.

As far as intimacy went, he took things a notch further than his nephew. While Isabel stood ready to step onto the black crate again for the next part of the session, Master O stepped behind her, pulled her naked body against his and started kissing her deeply while his hands slid down her torso, lingering on her deliciously thin and toned abdomen and then further down between her legs, slowly fingering her dripping wet cunt. To his delight and surprise, Isabel wasn’t like a dead fish, like was the case with most of his previous encounters with inexperienced play partners. Instead, she warmly reciprocated when he pushed his tongue into her mouth and he felt her shoulders and back press against his body as he parted her pussy lips and started plowing the tips of his fingers through the extreme wetness of her cunt.

The video did not show any of the intimate interactions the two shared. Both of them had been pleasantly surprised by the uninhibited sexual spark that seemed to ignite between them. Instead, the video skipped to a montage where music was added again and Master O first used a cattle prod to make Isabel dance again. She lost her footing a couple of times, but seemed to be able to get back into her position on the black crate again and again.

The torture with the cattle prod continued for a few seconds in the edit, while in reality Master O had enjoyed shocking Isabel for the better part of 15 minutes with it, taking his time and ramping up the intensity. The instrument was merely foreplay. The video skipped quite quickly to the next part, which first featured a car battery with one of its charging clamps pressing Isabel’s cunt lips together while Master O used the other clamp to create an electrical circuit by touching different parts of her body with it.

Like in Agent Elektra, he pressed the second clamp against the skin of the inside of her upper thigh, then her pubic mound, before repeatedly flicking it against her sphincter and perineum. And just like Agent Elektra in the comic book, Isabel screamed out in pain every time the current from the car battery shot through her lower body.

She was sweating profusely and was getting extremely exhausted, but she knew she had to hold out a little longer, and it would all be over soon.

The video quickly cut to the next brutal segment of Isabel’s final torture. Heavy industrial metal music with a tribal beat started playing as the sound track. Taking a little liberty with the source material, Master O changed several key details in the next part of the video. While the skinny Agent Elektra of issue six was forced on her knees over a fire pit and had her big bound breasts roasted while several men raped her asshole with all kinds of torture devices and others pushed glowing red hot steel skewers into her body, Master O had slightly different plans for his adaptation.

When the video cut, there was a round, stainless steel fire pit next to Isabel. Her neck rope was pulled up again, stretching her body uncomfortably to the tips of her toes for a second time, but this time she was unable to move her arms to balance herself.

Master O was positioned directly behind her, wearing a heavy glove on his right hand and wrapping his arm hand around Isabel’s torso, just under her clamped breasts. Then he pulled a branding iron from the fire pit and held it up in front of Isabel. Her eyes looked defeated and didn’t even widen slightly at the sight of the glowing hot torture instrument.

The intensity of the music climaxed as the video edit showed one swift move in which Master O lifted and turned the branding iron and pressed it straight into Isabel’s pubic mound, just a little above her pussy lips. Then things happened very fast, both in the video as well as in Master B’s basement, where the video was being played.

Master B and Isabel both masturbated feverishly to the extreme video in front of them and watched how the glowing hot iron burned the letter “O” into Isabel’s flesh. The neck rope already had her barely conscious at this point, but the extreme pain of the burning metal against her pubes made Isabel pass out again, even quicker than Master O had anticipated.

While her body went limp and her feet slipped off the black crate under them, he dropped the branding iron on the butchery’s floor. For the second time in the short video, Isabel was out cold, dangling from a neck rope. The music had again stopped, but the was no struggle for air, just dead silence, broken by Master O’s movements and actions.

He didn’t leave her swinging long. In a split second, his heavy glove was off and he grabbed the noose’s winch control box to lower Isabel once more to the floor. The ticking sound of the winch sounded increasingly eerie.

Isabel was unconscious and her body slumped onto the floor like the first time. When she did not produce the guttural fart of the air escaping her lungs, Master O wrapped his arms around her waist and forcefully pushed the air out of her lungs by performing something that resembled the Heimlich maneuver twice. It was as if Isabel was shocked back to life and when she came to, her eyes had a panicked look and darted around the room as if she had no idea where she was. Then the video cut to the next scene, which apparently had Isabel on her knees with Master O behind her.

“Pause it!” Master B panted. His rock hard cock was getting ready to explode. Isabel pulled her hands out of her pants and fumbled with her phone for a few seconds before she found the pause button.

“Oh, just over a minute left,” he noticed from the on-screen display’s media info while he kept stroking his rock hard cock.

“Suck me off for the last part. I want to cum in your throat from this.”

“But I want to watch the end too,” Isabel protested with big,  sad eyes.

“Then go on your knees, so I can fuck you from behind, like him.” Master B nodded at the large screen in front of them.

Isabel hesitated for a moment. She wasn’t sure she was ready to take off her robe yet. While most of her wounds from this adventure were small and had healed to her satisfaction, she worried that her master would be taken aback by the few larger ones that still hadn’t healed fully. But then again, he would find out anyway. It didn’t matter much if it was now or a couple minutes later, so she got on her knees, opened her robe and let it slide off her shoulders, revealing her naked body to Master B for the first time in three months.

His jaw dropped when saw his Izzy in front of him. It seemed like she had noticeably toned up her very slender frame and she looked like the delicious little nymph of his dreams, and then some. He immediately noticed the large, darkened scars on and around her perky breasts, her proud mementos which indicated Isabel was a real RavageMoi alum, as well as the other marks and scabs on her torso. But he was surprised at how well most of them healed. One thing was for sure, though: she wouldn’t be able to go sunbathing in a bikini in a public place anymore without people noticing the many markings on her skin.

His eyes also lingered on her deliciously V-shaped abdomen and pubes, where a large, dark pink and purple branding mark of a capital letter O sat, permanently indicating her submission to Master O.

In this moment, Master B instantly regretted keeping his distance from Isabel after their trip to Fraulein Stahl. While he had focused on and enjoyed a handful of other girls, Isabel had grown tremendously in confidence and experience and he just realized that she was light years ahead of all his other girls in terms of devotion, submission, determination and attractiveness, despite being the youngest of them all.

Isabel didn’t let him stare long. She turned around and faced the large screen in front of them while pushing her ass up in the air and reaching down to her clit with her left hand, while she kept her right hand on her phone.

When Master B positioned the tip of his cock against Isabel’s wet cunt, she blocked him with her hand and gently pushed him slightly up towards her asshole.

When he pushed forward, he was completely oblivious to the many marks Master O had left on the skin around her asshole, both with his electro torture and the device he was going to use on Isabel next.

Isabel resumed the video and used her right arm to steady herself a bit, while her left frantically rubbed her hungry clit and Master B’s hard cock filled her ass.

She felt his big hands slap her ass hard on both sides before one of his hands reached forward and grabbed her hair, twisted it and pulled her head back with force while he pumped his cock deep into her colon.

On the screen, Master O could be seen pulling on a belt that was tightened around Isabel’s neck. She was on her knees on the butchery’s tiled floor with her torso resting on a crate that was larger than, but similar to the one she had been standing on previously. Her elbows were still tied together behind her back. Master O was on his knees behind her. He had installed a large strap-on over his own cock.

When Isabel saw it on the screen again, she remembered how it had taken him a while to put it on, with a long, ribbed sounding rod on the inside and a tight sleeve on the outside of his less-than-impressive cock. The dildo fully encased his cock, but he nevertheless wore a leather harness to keep it in place.

The music on the video had not returned with the new scene. The audio track just played Isabel’s struggled breathing while Master O slowly choked her once more, now with a leather belt, while he had his strap-on dildo draped over her ass and lower back.

With the end of the video edit approaching, the visuals were a little more diverse and creative. Shots from the sides were mixed in with frontal shots showing close-ups of Isabel’s exhausted face. Also sprinkled in were some views shot from above. Together, they painted a complete picture of the set-up. It was quite disturbing by itself, but the atmosphere of the butchery will all the dead pigs added a whole new level of dread.

Master B watched the footage like a hawk. He was fucking Isabel in almost the same position as she was on the screen, which was a nice way of immersing himself in the video. He didn’t recall a fucking scene during the torture of Agent Elektra in issue 6, so he was curious as to how it would end. The blonde in the story was repeatedly hanged, whipped, shocked and stabbed with glowing hot rods until she eventually died and was grotesquely stored in the butchery’s meat locker among the other cadavers until her successor stumbled upon her body in the seventh and, unfortunately, last installment of the series.

On the video, Master O used both his hands to tighten the belt around Isabel’s neck while he placed the dildo against her asshole and slowly pushed it in. The screen showed a close-up of Isabel’s face, which looked like she had the life sucked out of her. Soon, she passed out again and her body collapsed on the crate, which is when heavy industrial music kicked in with a short 4-bar drum beat that was quickly followed by a full band. Master O kept the pressure on the belt for a little while longer, holding her head up for a very disturbing close-up view, before he let go of the belt and Isabel’s upper body fell forward and slumped lifeless over the crate.

Master O made sure to show on camera that Isabel was completely passed out by untying her elbows and moving her arms like a ragdoll’s before letting them drop to floor. Then he grabbed hold of her waist, pulled her up a little and rammed his strap-on all the way into her ass.

When he saw the aggression of Master O’s relentless assault of Isabel’s limp body on the screen in front of him, Master B tightened his grip on Isabel’s hair and started fucking her more violently as well. She just tried her best to keep watching the screen and rubbing her clit while the video worked its way toward its climax too.

The anal rape of Isabel’s unconscious body was magnificently captured on film in this video edit. Less than a minute long on film, Master O’s playtime with Isabel had been a little longer while she was unconscious. He and Hatice had arranged to not only get the wide shots and facial close-ups, but also several other close-ups as well, which were filmed with a hand-held camera in a POV-style. Segments of these shots were cut into the main video and they showed how Master O skillfully toyed with Isabel’s slender body, reaching under her torso to squeeze her clamped, bleeding breasts and then smearing the blood from his hands on her upper back while thrusting his hips forward without mercy.

When he pulled the strap-on back out of her ass, it was very apparent that the torture instrument featured a spiked ring at its base that had been slamming into Isabel’s sphincter, making her bleed quite a bit. The dildo itself was not humongous, probably about the length of Master B’s cock, but slightly thicker, and considerably larger than Master O’s own cock.

Master O then flipped Isabel over on her back to continue the strap-on assault on her cunt. He pulled her torso towards him a few times while fucking her, only to let it fall back again like a ragdoll for a more disturbing video. This continued for a few moments until a close-up of Isabel’s unconscious face faded in a transition to a view of Master O fiddling with chains from the ceiling winch.

In slow motion, it appeared that Master O had connected chains to the breast clamps that had now turned Isabel’s small breasts completely purple. He used the winch’s controls to slowly pull the chains up, which made her limp body contort once more. Her chest was pulled up, which made her head fall back and her arms sway next to her torso.

While watching this on the screen in front of them, both Isabel and Master B were nearing their climax. Their loud grunts and moans drowned out the heavy industrial music of the video. Master B had let go of Isabel’s hair and had both his hands around her waist and his eyes glued to the screen while he pumped his cock in and out of her ass. Isabel had her face buried sideways in the top of the mattress, but kept one eye on the screen, where she watched the final brutal moments of her own arousing torture.

When Isabel was lifted high enough so that her feet no longer touched the butchery’s floor, Master O gave one final and unexpected encore. Quickly and decisively, he removed the flat breast clamps that had compressed Isabel’s small tits ever since Master M had installed them during their video shoot.

When he threw them to the ground, a close-up of Isabel’s torso revealed that he had not connected her suspension chains to the breast clamps, but instead he had hooked a thick meat skewer through both of Isabel’s tits, suspending her with two hooks like the pig cadavers all around her.

Isabel had watched this moment numerous times already, but for Master B this was completely unexpected. Isabel screamed like a banshee right before the reveal, when she was hit by one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced. Master B followed not long after when he had his mind completely blown by what he was watching on video. This was EXACTLY like the last page of Agent Elektra 6.

He grunted as loud as Isabel had ever heard him cum and slammed his cock as deep into her as he could before he screamed out in pleasure when he came as hard as he could remember. Isabel giggled as his voice broke and he sounded a little like a little girl as he came. When he pulled out of her and collapsed on his knees behind her, he watched the screen as the video slowly faded to black with a camera zooming out from the meat hooks through Isabel’s bloody tits, showing her limp body hanging between the pigs that had served as a backdrop for this sick fantasy reenactment.

“Oh my god,” he exclaimed, “is this real?!”

Isabel didn’t say anything. She was still coming down from the most exciting high herself and still hadn’t calmed her breathing.

“Fuck, you are so hot! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Isabel couldn’t help but feel a wave of pride come over her. It seemed like her idea had worked out in the end. She had been laser focused on making Master B see her full potential and she really hoped she had achieved it with this surprise.

Master B pulled her close and put his face next to her pointy breasts. He could clearly see the dark pink lines of the stab wounds under her collar bones where the RavageMoi knives had been pushed through her skin. Somehow he had expected more damage. This he certainly found on the top of both of her breasts, where the sharp tips of the meat hooks had exited, and on their undersides, where both the knives and the meat hooks had gone through. The skin here was clearly discolored, indented and uneven, but both the puncture wounds and stab wounds had healed more than he had expected after four and a half weeks. He sucked her left breast into his mouth and switched to the other side to do the same. He was glad she seemed okay, but he was also very surprised by her actions.

“So,” he asked after savoring the feeling of the soft flesh of her small breasts in his mouth. “that must have been quite a scary experience. But you did awesome. It must be nice that it’s all over and done now, though.”

Isabel looked at him with a look of confidence and determination.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I loved every second of it and I’m curious to try more. I will see Master O again in two weeks.”

*THE END*

To be continued in “Isabel – triple.trouble”