The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 17 - Getting Hot Up The Colon

“Fuck off!” Eva screamed, when the shock wore off. “You’re not laying a fucking finger on me, you fucking German cow! Tell her Kurt! Duggie?”  Suddenly Eva realised that neither Kurt nor Bradshaw were going to protect from Miss Spiteful and she turned to run but found Kelly and me, shoulder to shoulder, behind her. Eva attempted to brain me with the pewter wine jug that she was carrying but I wrenched it from her hands, passing it on to the open-mouthed Sherry nearby. Kelly got Eva in a Judo grip; frog marched her into the open space between the chairs and then shoved her towards our Mistress. Miss Spiteful grasped the hysterical little blonde by one of her wrists and pulled her over the same whipping horse that Sarah had been strapped to but did not bother with restraints. Quickly changing her grip to the back of Eva’s neck and pushing her head down so that her stomach was pressed against the padded top. Keeping her nyloned legs clear of Eva’s kicking shoes; Miss Spiteful raised and then brought down the whip in her right hand with a startling crack across Eva’s bottom.      

“Oh fuck! Shit!” Eva screamed and tore herself free from Miss Spiteful’s grasp, rubbing her knickered bottom under the tail of her short tunic and hopping from foot to foot. She then directed a string of obscenities, including some in quite coarse German, at the unblinking Miss Spiteful. She only ceased when Kurt stood up and she gave my Mistress a triumphal sneer which turned to a shriek of horror when Kurt seized her by both wrists and dragged her once again over the whipping horse.

“Kurt, you Nazi cunt!” she screamed. “Billy won’t like this!” In reply, Kurt released one wrist and used his free hand to punch Eva hard in the mouth. Eva was astonished as the rest of us, apart from Miss Spiteful, who was impatiently tapping the whip against one of her stockinged legs.

“Shut up! Billy doesn’t give a fuck about you,” Kurt snarled as he regained his grip on both wrists and nodded to Miss Spiteful.

My Mistress flipped up the hem of Eva’s tunic to reveal a pair of dancer’s tights which, by hooking a thumb either side of the waist, she swiftly rolled down to just above knees, severely restricting Eva’s donkey kicks at her own shins. That left a pair of flimsy white nylon and lace panties which barely covered any flesh and Miss Spiteful did not bother to remove them before beginning her assault. She lashed Eva’s bottom with both forehand and backhand strokes, drawing blood almost immediately, such was the strength that she was committing. Eva’s screams reached a shrill crescendo and Kurt had to brace his feet on the floor to stop her dragging him forward in her efforts to escape. The spotty white flesh of Eva’s bottom was soon replaced with a network of red hash marks and purple bruising and flecks of blood were being splattered around each time the whip landed.

At last, Miss Spiteful desisted and stood upright, breathing deeply as little beads of perspiration ran down her naked breasts and dripped from her pink nipples. “She’s all yours,” she said to Kurt and signaled to Sherry to bring her a fresh glass of wine. The wide eyed girl obeyed automatically unable to stop staring at Eva’s lacerated buttocks until she realised who she was serving and almost threw glass at Miss Spiteful before hastily retreating.

Kurt had slackened his grip slightly, allowing the sobbing Eva to sink back on to her heels but, as he came round the whipping horse, he was again unbuttoning the front of his trousers. With his back to the rest of us he grabbed the top of Eva’s blonde hair and pulled her bleeding mouth against his groin. Miss Spiteful looked at him contemptuously as Kurt ground his hips against Eva’s face until his back stiffened and his shoulders quivered. He released Eva’s head and she collapsed in a heap at his feet as he re-adjusted his trousers.

“I enjoyed that,” Mayberry giggled and jerked the chain clipped to Gisela’s collar, “Here girl, I’m ready again,” Her face a white mask, Gisela went forward on her knees and began to uncover the Peer’s penis so that he could have another blow-job.

Hardened as I was, I was starting to get sick of this and was hoping that someone would bring the night’s proceedings to an end. But it was not to be. Kurt, having instructed a still limping Justine and a petrified Pippa to carry Eva out of the way, was adjusting the knots that held the scabbard of his naval dagger to his belt when Miss Spiteful called out. “Kurt, your hand!” He looked at up her and then down at his blood smeared right hand, turning it over in puzzlement. Miss Spiteful’s whip sliced down across his knuckles, splitting the skin, and making him howl and jump in pain and shock.

“Never touch a slave that I am punishing,” she warned him and stalked away to stand against the nearest wall.

Kurt muttered under his breath as he tucked his bruised and bleeding hand up into his armpit and then looked around the room with a really evil expression on his face. He looked at Sherry first of all but I stepped in front of her as he was about to call out. His eyes met mine for a moment and I tried to not show any fear, despite the urge to wet my knickers. He shrugged and then his gaze flickered onto Ashley for a while, a cruel sneer curling his lips, as Sir Geoffrey pulled his lover closer to him. Finally he pointed at Kelly, “I’ll use her next.”

Kelly flinched and, when Miss Spiteful said nothing, walked forward to face the torturer. I realised that Miss Spiteful had anticipated that this would happen or why else had she apologized to Kelly and called her ‘Snow’ for the first time in my presence. Whatever her plan was, she had expected Kurt to retaliate against someone she cared about.

“For this, the slave must strip naked,” Kurt demanded and Kelly slipped the tunic of her shoulders, allowing it to drop to her ankles. When her knickers followed there was a gasp from the audience when her penis, strapped against her slave belt, was revealed.

“I did not know that you had two freaks,” Kurt grinned at Miss Spiteful, who gave him a shrewd look. Only Von Kreps and Seraph had called me a freak so Kurt must have talked at least one of them, probably the latter, which confirmed Miss Spiteful’s suspicion that he had been the one who had put the Werewolves onto us in Berlin. Kelly, after a nod from our Mistress, released her penis and unbuckled the slave belt, wincing as the butt plug slid out of her rectum. Kurt was interested in the SS brand on the freshly shaven area above her shaft.

“Do you brand all your possessions?” he sneered. Miss Spiteful gave him a superior look in reply. “My Slaves choose to serve me and are proud to carry my brand.”

Since the alternative for me had been a punishment battalion and certain death on the Eastern front and Kelly’s had been to continue a downward spiral of alcohol and degrading sex, it had not been much of a choice and the branding had not been mentioned beforehand. Nevertheless, neither of us believed that we had made the wrong decision.

“That and the collar can remain,” Kurt said to Kelly as she reached to unclip her suspender belt. “Just step out of the shoes.”

Kurt trundled forward a wooden contraption that looked like two concentric door frames on wheels, the inner one swinging slightly on pivots half way up each side. The bottom of the inner frame was wider than the rest and restraints and cables dangled from the inside of the uprights.

“You told me in Berlin that my equipment was out dated,” Kurt smiled at Miss Spiteful. “Well this is my modernized version; I call it a great leap forward in German technology,”

“So was the V2 but we still lost the War,” she replied without showing much interest in Kurt’s apparatus.

“One of you get me an ice bucket,” Kurt called to Justine and Pippa who got Eva to lay face down over two of the dining chairs. Justine duly obliged, giving me a nervous glance as he hobbled past. Kurt dipped a sponge into the bucket and swabbed ice cold water over Kelly’s breasts, testicles and buttocks before picking a cube out the bucket and pushing it, none to gently, up her rectum.

“Step up on the platform,” he commanded and, when Kelly had hesitantly obeyed, he secured her outstretched arms and legs by her wrists and ankles to the inner frame.

“I had this set up for a female but it is no problem to fit the male appliance instead,” Kurt was almost bursting with pride as he unplugged cables from a curved rubber bar with twin dildos and connected them to one that had a butt plug and coils of copper wire. I had seen Solitaire use similar items in Berlin and started to get concerned about Kelly. I was surprised at the look of concern on Kelly’s face. As slaves we were used to being tortured and had the scars to prove it. I had twice been the victim of someone who intended to really hurt me but had soon recovered. I had an idea what was going to happen to her and knew that it would hurt but the damage would not be permanent.

Kurt fitted a rubber cap over each of Kelly’s nipples, wires running from the caps to the inner frame. He then dipped the dildo, which had a copper band around it, into the ice bucket before forcing it up Kelly’s rectum. My lover grimaced and I spotted tears starting to well up in the corners of her eyes. I looked at Miss Spiteful who still stood, stony-faced and silent, to one side. With the dildo fully inserted and the bar pressing hard against the area of Kelly’s prostate, Kurt looped the coils of wire around her testicles, the root of her penis and at the top just below the helmet. There was a jack plug on the end of the cable that led from the bar and that was also pushed into a metal hole in the inner frame. Kurt then picked a black control box with two cables; one with a jack plug that went into the outer frame and the other that ended with an ordinary household plug that was inserted into a socket on the wall.

“Now,” Kurt said proudly. “Please observe.” He released a metal hook that held the two frames together and the inner one swayed to and fro as Kelly tried to get her balance. “You will see that on the inner frame there is a broken copper circle and two copper bearings on the inner frame. When the bearings are not in contact with the circle, nothing happens. But,” he pushed the frame slightly. “When contact is made, the circuit is completed.” Another little push caused Kelly to flinch and little light bulbs glowed on her nipples and penis and the bar between the tops of her legs. “Of course, this is on very low power“, he said as he turned the dial on the box. The lights got brighter and Kelly gasped as she went rigid.

Kurt grinned and gave the inner frame a harder push and Kelly swung forward and then back, giving a little groan each time the lights came on and power surged through the circuit.

“Beeindruckend, ja?” Kurt asked Miss Spiteful. When she did not look impressed, he kept pushing the inner frame harder to get it spinning in a circle. The first time she came round I saw Kelly’s eyes and mouth were wide open but after that her face was obscured by her long blonde hair. The lights were flicking on and off like those on a Christmas tree but I knew that each time they did so, painful electric currents were shooting through Kelly’s body and burning the most sensitive parts. Kurt had got the frame going at a good speed, although he had to keep pushing to sustain the momentum, and looked like he was expecting applause from the others. When it didn’t come, he scowled and turned the dial further. Kelly screamed and then there was a big bang; sparks and blue flames flew from the box and it was Kurt’s turn to howl in agony. He dropped the smoking box and plunged his hands into the ice bucket as the frame stopped spinning to rock gently backwards and forwards. I was alongside it almost immediately, anxious to check on my friend who hung limply from the wrist restraints. I brushed the wet hair off Kelly’s face and found that she was semi conscious and muttering beneath her breath. When I bent down to release her ankles, I noticed the smell of singed flesh and hoped that she was not too badly injured. With the wrists freed, Kelly fell into my arms, unable to stand upright on her own as I removed the rest of the apparatus. Kurt got to his feet, examining the burns on his hands before looking over his now defunct equipment. He gave Miss Spiteful a suspicious stare but she had now been anywhere near him or the socket on the wall when the box had exploded.

He swore a couple of times in German, scowling at Kelly and me as I half carried her away, and then gave the frame a hard kick, making it rock to and fro.

“Temper, temper,” Miss Spiteful chuckled and Kurt whirled round but thought better of challenging her. Instead, he began looking over the audience for another victim to take his anger out on but it was Miss Spiteful who spoke.

“My turn again, I think.” Kurt looked as if he was about to argue but then, with a puzzled expression on his face, shrugged his shoulders and walked back to his seat. I too was wondering who she would choose as I settled Kelly into an armchair with a couple of cushions on the seat to ease any pressure on her damaged anus and genitals.

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