Castle of Pleasure and Pain
By Powerone
1
Caught
Hilda screamed so loud that it rang off the hard, wet walls of stone. She couldn’t believe any human being would inflict such pain on another, especially a female, but General Godard smiled and seemed to relish her cries. In fact he encouraged them. She was strung up in a wide “X”, her arms pulled to the sides, high up. Her legs were secured in an equally wide spread, her crotch feeling as if she was being split up the middle. But it was her insides that were on fire, the electricity racing through all of the wires Doctor Stemme had painstakingly placed on all her most intimate parts of her body. It was bad enough when the shiny metal clamps were attached to her nipples, Doctor Stemme coaxing them gently into erection before he cruelly snapped the clamps on the sensitive tips. Then it was her crotch his fingers worked on, urging her juices from her sex before he placed the clamps up and down each pussy lip, the heavy clamps and wires that trailed from each one pulling her lips towards the floor. She couldn’t do anything as he thrust the rubber handled dildo inside her pussy, the thick metal fake cock pushing aside all resistance until it pushed hard against her cervix. The final indignity, the metal probe shoved unceremoniously in her asshole, the thick metal aching as it lay unmoving inside her clenching hole, the tapered end trapped inside her by her own anal muscles. What did she do to deserve such treatment?
Hilda had been captured by the invading German Army last month. Taken from her home, the soldiers gathered up all the villagers in the small town in Hungary. She was separated from her parents, with tears in her Mother’s eyes her only parting before the soldiers threw her into the back of the army truck with other young girls of the village. They had traveled for over two weeks, picking up more girls until the truck was filled with over twenty of them. Most were Hilda’s age, twenty, with a few as young as eighteen, but the oldest was not more than twenty-five. All were attractive, and a deep fear settled into the pit of Hilda’s stomach from this fact. There were stories of the girls taken and raped, but so far no one had touched them; nothing but a leering gaze at them or a more than casual touch on their ass. Their stomachs growled, the food given them barely able to sustain them. The truck bumped along the small country roads, the air cooling as they drove higher into the mountains. They were given warm jackets to wear, the snow already covering the ground. They could see they were going high up a mountain, the winding road moving them closer and closer to the top, the sharp edge of the road dropping off into deep cliffs below.
It had been three weeks before the truck finally came to a stop, the girls getting out, stretching their supple bodies from the long ride. Hilda looked at the castle, which was the only way to describe it. It sat perched precariously on the top of a mountain, the view blocked by the heavy fog that surrounded it. It must be hundreds of years old, the rocks crumbling on the walls. They were parked at the back of it, and Hilda looked up at the windows, the bright lights shining out of them, the sound of music coming from somewhere inside. Maybe they were captured to be maids or servants, a much better thought than what had been in her head. She was a virgin, hoping to save herself for her future husband. So far the Germans had treated the girls as gentlemen would.
“Gather around here Fräuleins,” the German Captain yelled to the girls. He looked at them, all lovely girls. He hoped they had bodies to equal their faces, the winter coats hiding their best assets. They would soon be inspected. Inspected intimately, and the Captain hoped for a chance at one of them first, especially a virgin, but the Senior Officers seemed to always get them first.
Hilda was herded with the other girls through the back door, past the kitchen, where she got a glimpse of a large kitchen staff working diligently to prepare what seemed to be a lot of food. There had to be hundreds in the castle that needed to be fed. There was hope for Hilda after all, seeing lots of girls in short serving dresses racing out of the room with trays of food. If that was all she had to do to survive, wear a short dress, that wouldn’t be bad. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, though she was a bit modest.
They were herded down a long damp corridor, feeling like they were moving downward, the lights flickering as they moved toward what seemed to be the basement of the castle. There was a steep staircase, the girls trudging nosily down the wooden steps, holding onto the railing to keep from falling. They finally came to the bottom, where a large wooden door squeaked open, the lights bouncing off the stone walls inside. Hilda was lined up with the other girls against the wall, feeling the dampness already pervading her clothes, a chill setting in. They had taken the warm jackets from the girls, leaving them in the thin dresses most of them wore when they were captured. Two more officers joined the Captain, Hilda not able to identify their rank, but by the way the Captain responded to them, they were obviously senior to him.
Hilda knew a bit of German, and was able to catch fragments of their hushed conversation. “” the German word made her fearful, knowing that it meant virgin, and “”, to deflower. Were they speaking of taking her virginity? Were they really brought here to be raped?
Before Hilda could even contemplate her fate, the girls were ushered from the room, one at a time, a guard with a rifle shoving them out as the Officers looked at them as if they were buying fruit, their eyes racing up and down their bodies as they moved in front of them. Hilda was ushered down a long hall by a young German soldier, his eyes failing to even recognize her as he pushed her into a cell. Hilda stopped when she saw the bars on the small window, but the rifle that pushed painfully into her back forced her through the door, the heavy wooden door closing, the lock clicking shut before she could even protest. She looked around the small room, a cot on one side, a toilet and a sink over in the other corner. There was nothing else. A single bulb burned from the ceiling, illuminating the rank stone walls and floor almost ominously. Hilda could hear the other doors closing, sure it was the rest of the girls being shoved into similar cells. She sat down on the hard cot, the blanket scratchy. She began to sob. It was all hitting her at once, the loss of her parents and now locked into a cell like a caged animal. She curled up on the cot, pulling the rough blanket over her. She shut her eyes from the harsh light of the open light bulb.
The door clanging open scared her awake, and Hilda sat up in the bed to see the same soldier in the doorway.
“This way.” He had a short riding crop in his hand, slapping it harshly on his thigh, enjoying the way her body jerked from the noise.
Hilda got up, smoothing her wrinkled dress down over her legs, afraid of where he would take her. He marched her down the long hallway, Hilda catching glimpses of some of the girls in the cells as she passed them, a few of them sobbing quietly. At the end of the hallway the light shone from a room, the soldier stopping at the doorway, instructing Hilda inside. She stepped inside the brightly lit room, seeing two men inside. One was an officer, dressed in his uniform, polished black boots on his feet. The other man sat behind a long desk, a white smock as if he were a Doctor. What scared her was the furniture around the room. A gynecological table ominously sat at the side of the room, the gleaming metal stirrups sticking up almost majestically, brown leather straps at the end. Why did they need the straps on a gynecological table? The other furniture was hard to describe, large pillars of wood crossing each other in an “x”, leather straps lining each pillar. Strange chairs without seats, benches, tables all made more ominous by the leather straps and cuffs that would serve only one purpose. To secure someone to them.
The Doctor smiled at Hilda, his eyes already taking in her beauty. She had auburn hair that hung partially down her back, disheveled from her long trip. Her green eyes sparkled as they seemed to question him from afar. Her complexion was fair, with a lovely pair of lips that smiled in spite of her predicament. The thin dress did little to hide her lovely breasts or her long lean legs. He couldn’t wait to inspect her further. “I am Doctor Stemme. And this is General Godard. He is Commander here.”
“Why am I here?” Hilda’s voice broke as she stuttered in fear.
“You are here to serve the German Army. You can cooperate and make it easier on yourself. If you choose not to, I can assure you that it will be very painful.” General Godard’s voice boomed in the room.
“I don’t want trouble General,” her voice trembling. She was afraid of what he had said. Serve the German army. “I can be a very good waitress General. I saw a number of girls upstairs.”
“I’m afraid we only use German girls for that position, Hilda. We have other plans for you. German Officers come here to relax from the war. You will be one of the girls that will make their stay more enjoyable. You are a very lovely girl. With a nice body. My Officers will enjoy your pleasure.” General Godard looked at her with piercing eyes.
“No more discussion on this Hilda,” Doctor Stemme interrupting Hilda before the words could even come out her mouth. “You will first have to be examined to make sure that you are free of disease.” He paused for a moment, seeing the worried look etched on her face. “Remove your dress.” He said adamantly.
“But the General is here.” It was bad enough to have to strip in front of the Doctor, but the General was staring at her. And it wasn’t a passing interest in her, his eyes running up and down her body as he checked her out. She was afraid they were going to turn her into a whore for the German Officers.
“I am in charge here Hilda. Now do as the Doctor says or I will bring in a few soldiers to strip you naked. Would you like that?” General Goddard was eager to see her naked body, maybe be the first one to enjoy her charms, sure that she was a virgin.
She trembled, both men looking at her with lust in their eyes. Older men that wanted her to strip naked before them, showing them her virginal body. And she was sure that it would only get worse.
“SSSSLLLAAAAPPP.” The General snapped his riding crop on the desk, Hilda jumping at the unexpected sound. “NOW!” General Godard grew impatient.
Her eyes opened wide in fear, the noise scaring her. But not as much as the look the General gave her and the sound of his voice. He was not used to being disobeyed. Her fingers went to the top of her dress, trembling as she tried to open the tiny buttons. She fumbled with each button before it would pop open, her fingers moving down to the next. There must be at least twenty buttons, but Hilda had never thought about them before. The dress began to fall back, and she began turning red as her bra came into view. She continued until she unbuttoned the last button, holding the two halves of her dress together as she looked back up at the Doctor, seeing no mercy in his eyes. He was looking at her not like a Doctor, but as a man. She had no choice but to slip the dress off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor beneath her. Her hands slipped in front of her, covering her panty covered sex from the two men, trembling.
“Would you rather be strapped down on the cold metal table and have the General strip you naked? Put your hands away! I won’t put up with any more of your insolent behavior!” Doctor Stemme wanted to get on with it.
“No Sir.” Hilda put her hands at her side, her fist clenched as she stood in front of the men in her underwear. No man had ever seen her like this before, it was humiliating for a young girl to strip before the men, especially older men.
“Nice tits on her,” General Godard commented lustily, her bra revealing a wide expanse of naked cleavage.
“Nice full hips. She’s built for sex,” Doctor Stemme added. “She will provide an excellent ride for your Officers. She just needs to be taught, along with a little motivation for her to perform properly. I’m sure that we can provide that.”
They were talking as if she wasn’t even there, commenting lewdly on her body, the fear rising as they talked of her body and how they were going to sexually use her. She wished she could just run from the room back home and be secure with her parents, but those days were behind her now. She had to find a way just to survive.
“Take off your bra. Show us the lovely tits that are hidden beneath that ugly bra.” The General waited only seconds before he demanded. “NOW!”
Her hands went to her back, scared by his booming voice, both of them getting impatient with her hesitation. Her hands trembled as she struggled with the catch on the bra, usually an easy flick of her fingers. But normally it would be in the solitude of her bedroom, not in the bright lights of the room with two men waiting to feast their eyes on her naked bosom. Her hand went to the front of the bra, holding it up as the strap released, then Hilda slid the shoulder straps down her arms. She looked at them, their eyes hungrily devouring her flesh. Hilda released the bra, feeling it sliding down her legs to land on one foot, kicking it aside, her hands crushed her naked breasts as she shielded the flesh from their eyes.
“Lace your hands behind your head. Let‘s see those beauties.” General Godard watched as she complied obediently. She would be easy to train, just a little encouragement or threats. Afterwards the General would have Doctor Stemme hook the electricity to her body. She would be very amenable to any perversion once she felt the electricity shooting through her body. Her breasts were almost perfect, no sag in them at all. They were capped with light brown nipples, already hard in the cold, damp air of the room, surrounded by small areolas that stood out on her white, alabaster flesh. “Bow your elbows to your sides Hilda. Make those lovely tits stand up nice and tall.” Her upper body stretched, her breasts rising up even higher, her nipples almost pointed to the ceiling as she posed provocatively for them.
It was obscene how they were forcing her to pose, ashamed as she looked down at her naked breasts, her bosom a deep red from the shame. She was standing as if she were teasing them with her breasts, her chest thrust out. She hated the way her nipples were so pointed, the cold air making them react, sure that they thought she was getting aroused by them.
“Now those panties Hilda. Take them off for us. Let us feast our eyes on your young, naked body.” If she thought this was bad, she was sadly mistaken. There would be so much more humiliation heaped on her before she was finished today. Never mind the pain. General Godard reached down to his crotch, his cock pinned tightly in his pants, rearranging his hardening cock.
Her hands slid down to her waist, her fingers gripping the edge of her panties tightly. With her panties off she would be naked as a jaybird. She shivered as she felt the panties slide down over her ass cheeks, feeling the follicles of her bush brushed by her panties, sending a strange tingling between her legs. No, she could not get aroused by this humiliating experience, the men not even looking at her face any longer, their eyes glued to between her legs. She bent over deeply, her panties at her ankles, sliding them off of her feet before she stood up. She kept her thighs tightly clenched, her hands covering her sex as she stood back up, feeling her breasts gently shake as she stood up straight. She saw the look on the Generals face, her hands instantly moving to her side, her eyes straight ahead, not wanting to see the men looking at her naked sex.
Doctor Stemme loved her bush, the dense hairs covering her so provocatively. She clenched her thighs as if she could stop them from their intimate examination. He thought he caught the light glistening on her pussy lips. Was she becoming aroused by stripping naked? He had found that many girls got wet in spite of being forced. Or maybe because they were forced is what aroused them? “Spread your legs for us Hilda. Show us your sweet pussy.”
He wasn’t acting like a Doctor. He was just another man that wanted her body. She had fended off many of them in her small town, but this was different. These men had the power of life and death over her and used it to their advantage. She parted her legs slightly but the General was not satisfied, the look on his face showing his dissatisfaction. She spread them wider, watching the General, each time spreading them wider until finally he smiled, his gaze moving between her legs. She could feel the cool air blowing on her pussy, her lips pulled apart. She looked down, surprised that her legs were spread that wide, her feet wider than her shoulders, planted firmly on the ground. She could see her pussy lips spread back, sure that the men’s view was even more obscene. What disturbed her was the wetness she felt between her legs. Was she becoming a whore that loved to display her naked charms to any one that wanted to look?
“Turn around and spread your legs again Hilda. Show us your lovely ass.” General Godard loved a nice ass, an asshole even better. A hot, tight place to park his thick cock. And he loved the look on a girl’s face the first time they were entered in such an unlikely place, most never fathoming the pleasure that such a tight hole would bring to a man’s cock. He didn’t care about the pain it would cause them, it was their position to give him pleasure only.
Hilda knew she had a nice ass, the men in town always trying to touch it as if by accident. But these men wanted more, they wanted her to part her legs, the treasures between her tightly spaced cheeks would be exposed. Why would a man want to see such a place? She had no choice, turning her back to them. She began to spread her legs, not stopping until they were wide apart again. At least she wouldn’t have to see their faces as they feasted on her naked flesh.
“What a great ass Hilda. The boys must love it. How they must imagine being inside it, delighting in your clenching muscles?” General Godard could barely make out the tiny hole that was nestled between her cheeks. Soon she would learn that his men loved a girl’s asshole and it was a delightful place to torture. How would she like to have a hot pepper enema that would swell her belly with the burning fluid? Or have dildoes that would force it to stretch to unbelievable proportions. “Bend over at the waist and grab your ankles. Stick that lovely ass out for us.”
It became even more humiliating as she bent over, feeling her ass push out towards them as if she were offering it up to them. She felt the cool air rushing over her anus, a strange uncontrollable clenching of her muscles sending her tiny anus into a series of spasms, sure that it looked obscene. She held the position for long humiliating minutes, the only sound in the room the heavy breathing of the two men. She could almost feel their eyes burning on her naked ass.
“Such a tiny hole. She’ll have to be stretched to accommodate you General.” Doctor Stemme gazed lustily at her asshole. He thought he could make out tiny tremors on her anus, the hole almost pursing opened and closed as she bent over so submissively.
“I think I would rather do the stretching. I like the whimpers of pain the first time they feel a cock entering their rectum. And the cries as I begin to sodomize them only make my cock harder and longer.” General Godard couldn’t resist the urge to rub his cock through his trousers.
“As you wish General. Hilda, turn around again, legs spread.” He waited until she complied, seeing her spreading out her naked body for them to inspect. She was obeying without question now, it was time to see how far she would go before they would have to resort to pain to enforce her obedience. “I want you to masturbate for us Hilda. Show us how you cum when you are home by yourself.” He waited, seeing her jaw drop at his request.
Masturbate! She could never do that. She had only begun to masturbate a year ago, and then it was only in the privacy of her own bedroom, careful not to cry out when she came. “I can’t do that!”
“Can’t. You dare tell a German Officer what you won’t do? Would you rather be whipped naked in front of everyone here? Over a hundred men able to see your body while you squirm erotically under the lash of a riding crop or whip.” General Godard loved a good whipping, finding it very erotic the way a girl responded to the whip, especially if he took the whip between her legs.
How did they expect her to masturbate and have an orgasm while they watched? She had no choice, the General now responding to her denials with threats of punishment. She would never be able to endure a whipping. And in front of everyone while naked. Her hands slipped up to gently cup her breasts, her mind trying to go off to a more pleasant place as her fingers rubbed softly over her nipples, trying to imagine that she was home in bed. She teased her nipples, feeling them swell and harden, her fingertips rubbing around the areolas, a tingling between her legs signaling her success. She began to squeeze her nipples, enjoying the slight pressure on them, twisting them as she rubbed her thighs together. She closed her eyes, imaging it was a boy back home feeling up her breasts at the movies, Hilda letting him have his way with her while they watch the movies as if nothing was happening. She began to tug them a bit harder, the boys were often too rough with her breasts, but none the less it often ignited the lust between her thighs.
They watched her as she felt her body up, her hands tugging at her breasts, seeing her body already begin to sway back and forth. A hint of moisture appeared on her pussy lips, General Godard smiling at her arousal. The men would love watching her perform solo masturbation for them, her mouth ready to accommodate them after she had her orgasm.
Hilda’s one hand slid down over her abdomen, fingers pushing though her dense bush before she found her slit, surprised that it was so wet. She ran her fingers over her puffy lips, teasing the tiny hairs as she moved along the edge of her slit. She felt the rush of juices as her two fingers pushed apart her pussy lips, sliding along the abundant crème that left her slick, fingers running from the top of her slit all the way down, teasing close to her pleasure button without quite touching it. “MMMmmmm,” Hilda trying to quench her lust, but the sensation felt too good.
Doctor Stemme noticed the way that Hilda teased herself, not quite touching her clit, but moving close enough to make her hips begin an erotic dance. She had shut her eyes, abandoning the real world for a masturbatory fantasy that was exciting her. He could make out her juices on her fingers, glistening in the bright lights. Her pink insides were starkly visible as she pushed her lips back, her fingers moving down to her dark, forbidden hole. He suspected she was still a virgin, her fingers teasing at the tight hole, slowly entering up to the first joint on her finger before they stopped. Doctor Stemme was sure they were pushing against her hymen as the fingers began to twist and turn. She wouldn’t have her virginity much longer, sure that it wouldn’t survive the day before one or both of them took her. Her purpose in life was to please the German Officers and that was her only purpose.
Her fingers were in her tight hole, Hilda flinching when she shoved in too deep, banging against her hymen. She had protected her virginity for many years, careful to not puncture it while masturbating. But she knew it wouldn’t last much longer unless she found a way out of the castle. She tried to put it out of her head as she started losing the arousal, her thumb moving up to her clit, snapping back and forth over the hardened bud. Her hips shot out from the initial touch, her finger inside her soaked with her juices as she began to move her hips back and forth, the pleasure racing through her body. It felt strange to be masturbating while standing, but she tried to block it from her mind, spreading her legs wider as the tremors began to build in her body. It wouldn’t be long now, her nipples hardening, her legs spreading wider as she pushed two fingers inside her. But it was her pleasure button that received all of her attention, pinching and prodding it until she felt the blood pulsing in it. She snapped back and forth over the top of it, her pussy clenching on her two fingers that twisted and turned inside her. She was breathing heavily now, her chest rising and falling, her nipples hard and swollen, her legs spread wider ignoring how obscene she must look. She was ready to cum and there was little that would stop the orgasm that rolled through her body.
“EEEEWWW,” Hilda moaned in pleasure, the orgasm ripping through her body. She pinched her clit harder, a little pain always making her climax grow in intensity. Her fingers twisted inside her, banging against her virgin shield, her juices flooding her fingers as she came. Her hips bucked back and forth in mock fucking, Hilda whimpering as she came in front of the men. It suddenly dawned on her that she was cumming in front of two strange men, her eyes opening to see them staring at her as her body shook and trembled from the pleasure rippling through her body. Hilda was surprised that it not only didn’t embarrass her, it enhanced the pleasure that raced to her brain. Cumming while the men watched her perform like a trained dog. She was panting wildly, her nipples so hard and pointed, wishing she had more hands so she could touch them. She came again and before the orgasm was over, her legs felt like rubber as she struggled to stand up. She put her legs together, feeling the wetness on her thighs as they touched. She looked at the men, the humiliation setting in now that her arousal was gone. What had she done? Cumming like a two dollar whore in front of two strange men.
2
Lost Innocence
“Very good Hilda. It is always enjoyable to see a young girl enjoying her own body in solo masturbation.” General Godard and Doctor Stemme moved towards Hilda, grabbing her arms while she was still weak from the orgasm. They pulled her between two beams that ran from the floor to the ceiling, each one grabbing an arm, securing her wrists with leather straps before she could even protest.
Hilda suddenly found the men pouncing on her like she was a wounded doe, grabbing her arms, Hilda watching them attach leather straps around her wrists as if it were in slow motion, finding her arms pulled up high to the twin beams until she was stretched tall. Her breasts rose up until they almost pointed at the ceiling, her arms extended out and up high, bound and unable to defend her naked body. But they didn’t stop there, Hilda looked down to see them kneeling at her feet, feeling the thick bands of leather put on her slim ankles and then tightened until she felt her skin pushed in by the leather. “NNNOOO!” She cried out as they each grabbed a leg and began to pull them open, her naked feet sliding along the floor. It felt as though they would split her up the middle, tugging far past the point of pain, feeling the straps tied to the base of each beam. Hilda looked down, her legs split so wide, her pussy lips pulled back exposing her wet, pink insides to the harsh light of the room. The men looked at her, Hilda not failing to notice the large bulges in their pants. “Don’t rape me,” she begged, but their smiles told her the plea was falling on deaf ears.
“You look so lovely all stretched out and naked.” General Godard moved behind Hilda, seeing her strain to look over her shoulders to see what he was up to. He pressed hard against her naked ass, rubbing his hard cock along her cheeks. “Can you feel that Hilda? It’s going to take your virginity. Have you ever felt a cock so big before?” General Godard was proud of his prick. Many lovely young things felt their virginity taken from them by his masterful cock and Hilda would soon join the select club. He reached around, his hands sliding along her smooth, silky skin as he felt her trembling in fear. His hands slid up until he touched the firm tits, cupping them from below, his fingers encircling the ripe flesh. “Such lovely tits Hilda. I imagine many boys have tried to touch them like I am,” he teased her. His fingers curled around the firm flesh, his fingertips tracing around the areolas, General Godard looking over her shoulder so he could see the nipples springing to life in spite of her revulsion. Tiny goose bumps appeared around her nipples, the light brown nipples swelling. He slapped his fingertips against her nipples, a gasp from Hilda as she was touched so intimately.
Hilda’s hands clenched into fists as General Godard molested her body, his hands curling around her naked breasts, Hilda unable to do anything. “Seeethhh,” his fingers touching her nipples making her suck in her breath at the sudden, shocking touch. No boy had ever gotten so far, some of them barely allowed to touch her over her bra. But General Godard had his hands on her naked breasts, her naked nipples, while Hilda fought the feelings that raged through her body. She couldn’t stop or understand the way her nipples were reacting, feeling them harden until they almost hurt. His fingers were now pinching the sensitive tips, but instead of hurting, they almost felt too good. She could feel the blood pulsating in the tips, the fingertips twisting and pulling her nipples, a strange desire between her legs. No, please don’t make it feel good, humiliated to be bound naked and finding her body being aroused at General Godard’s molesting hands. And his penis was huge, pushed against her naked ass, feeling it jerking in pleasure as his hips slid side to side over her cheeks. He would kill her with such a weapon, sure that she would never be able to take anything that large inside her virgin hole. “MMMMGGG,” his hands more urgent now, squeezing her breasts, the blood forced painfully to the tips until Hilda thought they would burst. She could feel her pulse pounding in her swollen nipples.
She had such nice tits, his hand enjoying playing with them, finding her body succumbing to his touch, her nipples over an inch long, hard and full of blood. Even when he squeezed them, it was not cries of pain, but of pleasure that escaped from her lips. Let’s see how she will be when electrified clamps are attached to the swollen buds. General Godard’s hands slid down from her tits to slide over her stomach, feeling her suck in her gut as if she wanted to feel his touch lower. His fingers curled into her dense bush, tiny gasps from her lips as he yanked out errant hairs from the silky bush.
No, don’t let him find me wet in spite of just cumming, she begged to herself. She couldn’t stop his hands, her wide spread legs leaving her open and available for his intimate inspection of her sex. “Epppppp,” she cried out softly when General Godard’s fingers passed through her bush, snapping tiny hairs off to the follicles, the sharp bite making her eyes tear up. “Eeeeeeeek,” his fat finger found her slit, her lips already pulled back. It shocked her senses as he touched her in her most intimate spot, his calloused finger feeling like sandpaper as it rubbed the smooth, silky inner lips of her pussy. No one had ever touched her there, her thigh muscles clenching as they fought the straps that kept her legs spread so obscenely wide. Her toes curled as the finger slid up and down, Hilda ashamed that her own juices greased his finger, feeling it sliding up and down her slit almost effortlessly.
“Your pussy is wet for me Hilda. It will make it much easier to take my cock inside you,” his finger sliding over her lips, inspecting her inner lips with almost clinical precision. He placed two fingers at the opening of her pussy, pushing hard against the tight hole, feeling her muscles fight to keep out the invasion of his fingers. He pulled his fingers up, pushing hard against the top of her hole, forcing her body up higher, Hilda on her toes now as she struggled inder the forced fingering of her virgin hole.
It felt like he was going to tear her virgin hole, his fingers pulling hard up on her opening until she raised high on her toes to avoid the pain. The fat fingers pushed deeper into her hole, Hilda gasping when she felt them banging at the gates of her womanhood, pressing hard against her hymen. She knew it wouldn’t do any good to beg for her virginity, General Godard’s cock jerking against her cheeks in lust. There was nothing she could do. Would he take her virginity with his fingers? Or his cock?
General Godard rubbed around her tight hole, pushing hard as he strove to open it up. He didn’t want to skin his cock pushing in such a tight hole. At least she was wet. His finger slid up her slit again, this time not stopping until he found her clit. His fingers pushed at the base of the hard bud, pinching it, squeezing the blood to the tip, his other finger rubbed back and forth over the engorged head.
“MMMMMM,” she couldn’t help herself, his finger finding her pleasure button, rubbing it back and forth. She felt the pressure as he squeezed it, a pounding emanating from the end as his finger rubbed back and forth over the sensitive tip. She fought to keep from cumming, not wanting to humiliate herself in front of them, bound and masturbated. She looked at Doctor Stemme, his eyes glued between her legs, his hand in his lap rubbing a hard cock that strained his pants.
General Godard couldn’t wait any longer, stepping back from her to move around in front so she could see him plainly. He slowly began to undress in front of her, taking off his shirt, carefully placing it neatly on the table. He stood in front of her, his hands moving down to his pants, seeing her watch him as he pulled the zipper down, pushing the pants out of the way until she could see his cock straining to get out from beneath his restraining shorts. He stepped out of his shoes, socks and pants, clad in only his shorts. He stroked his cock through the fabric, feeling it rise stiffer. “For you Hilda. Watch it get harder.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off of his cock in spite of her revulsion. She had never seen a cock before, never imagined one as big as General Godard’s. His hands stroked it, Hilda surprised that it continued to grow. Her eyes were glued to his cock as he pulled his underwear off, standing in front of her naked, with no modesty, his hand encircling the thick shaft, pumping up and down his cock. It was huge, a thick dark red helmet at the end. She could see the blue veins running up the side of the shaft. It had to be over eight inches long. And underneath hung a large bag, wrinkled and covered in hair. She looked at the end of his cock, seeing tiny trickles of shiny crème glisten in the bright lights. “NNOOO!” General Godard had moved closer, his hand holding his erect member up as she felt the sudden touch of his hot flesh on her skin. The reality of the situation finally settled in. He was going to rape her. Rape her with the giant cock that was jerking and shuddering against her abdomen and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
General Godard’s cock thickened with the look of terror in Hilda’s eyes as he rubbed the head of his cock against her silky abdomen. He felt his cock leaking on her skin, moving the head back and forth until her skin was glistening with his juices. He pressed his body against hers, feeling her luscious breasts push against his hairy chest, her nipples feeling like hard pebbles against his skin. He began to gently hump her, his naked cock moving against her pussy, delighting as the head pushed apart her pussy lips to feel the heat of her sex. His hands snaked around her ass, pulling her against him, his fingers digging furrows in her tight ass cheeks. He kissed her, his lips crushing hers, his tongue forcing its way into the hot confines of her mouth to dance over her tongue.
His naked body was pushed against hers, feeling for the first time the lust of a man pulsating on her sex. She felt the huge weapon snaked between her pussy lips, her wide spread legs leaving her open and vulnerable. Her nipples swelled when they rubbed against his hairy chest, the wiry hairs almost painful against her swollen tips. His fingers hurt as they curled into her tightly clenched buttocks, pulling her forward onto his waiting cock. And now his mouth crushed hers, kissing her as if they were lovers, his tongue French kissing her until she responded, his hands on her ass digging in painfully until she reciprocated, her tongue dancing over his. He finally pulled away from her mouth, Hilda barely able to breathe, her lips wet with his spit.
General Godard’s hand slid down between them until he found his throbbing cock, his fingers curling around the shaft. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, gathering up her juices until the head was slick. It might be rape, but there was no denying her arousal, her juices giving away her lust. He fisted his cock as he pushed it between her lips until he found the tight hole that housed her womanhood. He pushed with his hips, holding his cock rigid as it fought to seek entrance. He felt her hole slowly forced to open by the brutal force of his hips, the tight hole slipping tightly around the head of his cock.
Hilda began to whimper when she felt the thick cock forcing its way into her virgin hole. She couldn’t do anything as General Godard pushed forcefully with his hips, his slick cock jerking in pleasure as her pussy stretched around the thick head. She didn’t think she could stand it much longer, feeling like she was tearing between her legs, General Godard relentless as he pressed inside her. God, she would never be able to take it all. “OOOOWWW,” she cried out as General Godard shoved hard with his hips, the head of his cock suddenly forced inside her pussy, her pussy stretching wide to wrap tightly around the thick head. She had never felt anything like it before, the hot, pulsating flesh lying just inside her, ready to bust her hymen and take her innocence forever from her.
It felt like a tight metal band around his cock, her pussy gripping it, the head trapped in her hot, tight hole. He heard her scream of pain, igniting a lust in his cock, fighting the urge to shove it inside her with one powerful thrust. No, he wanted her to feel a slow, gradual fuck, making her take it inch by painful inch inside her virgin hole. “How do you like my cock inside you Hilda?” He made his cock jerk, feeling her jump from the pain. He began to press further inside her, fighting her muscles as his rigid cock pushed aside her resistance. He would push in an inch, pull out, than push back in again, until he finally felt her hymen. He pushed, feeling the barrier stretch before he backed off.
He was inside her, a pulsating, jerking cock that bore into her body. “NOOOO!” He was pushing against her hymen, threatening to break it and take her innocence. She hated him, she would forever remember that her virginity was taken while stripped naked and bound. She didn’t think she could stretch any wider, but he continued to press inside her, his body tense as he battered at the gates of her womanhood.
He couldn’t wait any longer, moving closer, his body pressed against her naked flesh. He kissed her at the same time he shoved with his hips in a powerful lunge that pierced her hymen, taking her virginity.
“SSSCCREECCCCHHH,” Hilda cried out, General Godard covering her mouth, stealing her scream of pain from her lips as she felt the tearing of her hymen by his cock. The pain was intense, the thick cock unrestrained by her virginity, plunging into her virgin passage, pushing aside her muscles. It felt like a giant log between her legs that continued to move in and out, Hilda feeling the wetness, sure that she was bleeding, General Godard unconcerned. His hips continued to move, pulling out, than pushing back in, each time going deeper. She looked down, surprised that half of his cock was still not inside her, Hilda sure that she had swallowed the whole thing. She could never take the entire massive weapon between her legs. Her sex was already ablaze with fire, General Godard pumping his cock in and out of her with abandonment.
He loved the screams of a virgin, catching them in his mouth as his cock tore her innocence away. He enjoyed her hot, tight hole, his cock sliding in and out, her blood lubricating him, grunting as he fought her tight hole. His hands gripped her ass cheeks tighter, pulling her cheeks apart as he pulled her pussy onto his cock as he began to fuck her. “Take it all Hilda. Take my big cock.” He sawed his cock in and out of her pussy until he had over three quarters of it buried inside her.
It felt like he was pulling her insides out when he withdrew, the helmet of his cock pulling her open wide. He would stop when only the head was engulfed in her pussy, than he would thrust back in with a powerful thrust that took her breathe away. It felt like her insides were rubbed raw, General Godard never stopping as he fucked away at her. His fingernails dug into her ass cheeks, feeling as if he was trying to pull her cheeks apart, her anus stretching wide in the cold air of the room. He was grunting and groaning as he had his way with her, her body rocked back and forth with each powerful thrust. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand this abuse.
With one last thrust, General Godard buried his cock inside her, banging against her cervix with a shuddering thrust that he was sure that bruised her, Hilda crying out in pain. “Yes, you have it all now Hilda. You have my masterful cock inside your once virgin pussy. Now you will learn how to fuck.” He pulled out until only his cock head was gripped by her clenching pussy, than shoved with his hips until he buried all eight inches of cock inside her, kissing her as she cried out in pain. Out again, than in, each time making Hilda take the full measure of his cock. His fingers slid closer to her anus, pushing on each side of her tiny hole as he felt her struggle from the new abuse. It only increased his pleasure as her pussy moved from side to side as she tried to escape the fingers that tore at her asshole.
His fingers felt like sharp knives as they tore at her anus, Hilda feeling the unnatural stretching of her anus. She tried to escape the cruel fingers, but the straps kept her bound tightly, her hips the only part able to move, but any movement only increased the pain between her legs. She cried out as the fingers continued to abuse her anus, feeling one fat finger pressed hard against her anus. “NNNNOOO!!!” She screamed as she was suddenly impaled on a thick finger, her hips shooting forward to try to escape the ravishment of her ass, only burying his cock deeper into her pussy. The finger moved around inside her rectum, pains in her stomach as it pressed unnaturally on her rectal walls, his hips never stopping, continuing to fuck her as he fingered her backside. It only forced her hips to continue moving, Hilda finally figuring out that it was its purpose, forcing her to fuck back on his raping cock.
He could feel his cock with his finger through the thin wall that separated her pussy from her asshole, her hips dancing on his cock as she tried to escape his finger shoved unceremoniously up her asshole. “Now that is how a girl should be fucked. Ravished front and back, all of her holes used for pleasure.” He pushed his finger deeper into her asshole, twisting and turning it, her painful jerking bringing such delight to his cock. He wouldn’t last much longer, his balls aching, needing to cum soon. He coordinated his attack, his cock pushing in, his finger deep inside her asshole, forcing her hips up to meet his cock. Her insides clenched so tight on his cock as she struggled to accept the duel ravishment. He pumped in and out until he couldn’t last any longer, burying his cock deep into her pussy, his finger following deep into her intestines. His cock throbbed and jerked as the cum bubbled up from his balls. He tightened his asshole as his cum jetted through his cock and out the head to blast her virgin insides with his seed. “Take all of my hot cum Hilda.”
His finger burned her badly as it stretched her anus, his fingernail scratching her tender insides as it buried deep into her guts. But nothing was as bad as his cock, feeling it fill her to overflowing. Than she felt for the first time his cock spewing out his filthy seed inside her, Hilda humiliated as she felt the hot crème flow deep inside her pussy. Load after load of cum shot out inside her, blasting her insides, Hilda not believing that he could have that much cum. She finally felt his cock shrinking inside her, her muscles pushing it out, General Godard’s lust sated inside her once virgin pussy. His finger finally pulled from her backside, but not without pain as her anus stretched to pass the thick knuckles. She felt the rush of cum flow from her pussy as his cock popped out, the thick crème slowly sliding down her thighs.
General Godard looked at her, cum dripping down her thighs, mixed with her virgin blood, the look of a well fucked girl. He looked over at Doctor Stemme. “Hook her up,” Doctor Stemme already getting up from the chair, eager to torture the lovely girl.
3
A Shocking Punishment
Just when Hilda thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. Doctor Stemme began to lay out his toys, Hilda’s eyes opened wide in terror as she saw them. The first was a long row of metal clamps, all shiny, sharp serrated edges on the inside, Hilda sure that they would bite painfully into the flesh. And each clamp had wires running out the end of them, the purpose unknown to her for the time being, Hilda only assured that it would be painful. And than there was the fake cock, a thick one with metal tabs running along the shaft, the shiny metal head looking just like the helmet of a cock. And than there was the strange one, slimmer than the first, except for the base where it swelled out before it shrunk back down. All of them had wires coming out the bottom of them. “What are you going to do?” Her voice trembled in fear. She had already lost her virginity, what were they going to do now?
“Just a lesson in obedience Hilda. I will show you what happens if you don’t cooperate. I have all these lovely things to use on the most delicate parts of your body. Then I am going to excite them with electricity. You will dance for us in a most erotic way. I’m sure that you will be glad to give me the virginity of your mouth and even your asshole after that.” Doctor Stemme began to get his toys ready.
“No, I’ll do whatever you want.” Hilda was willing to let them do anything to her, just to spare the torture Doctor Stemme was readying. She didn’t even comprehend what he wanted to do to her sexually, anything had to be better than the evil looking contraptions that he wanted to plant on or in her body.
“Nonsense, I need to have my fun with your lovely body. After all, General Godard has already taken your virginity. I prefer my pleasure in more subtle ways. I enjoy the lovely screams of girls like you.” Doctor Stemme moved close to Hilda. “I’ll start with your nipples. Such ripe little buds. I’m going to enjoy clamping them.” Doctor Stemme’s fingers moved up to her chest, rubbing two fingers over her nipples until they began to swell. He pinched them into hardness, seeing Hilda trying to fight his advances with little success. He picked up one of the shiny metal clamps, straightening out the wires that trailed the end. He pinched it open so Hilda could see the sharp serrated edges that lined the inner clamp, the edges that would bite into her nipple and keep it trapped. Trapped in spite of the frantic shaking of her breasts that the jolts of electricity through her breasts would elicit.
She hated that his fingers made her nipples hard in spite of fighting as hard as she could. She felt them swell beneath his fingertips, the blood pounding in the hardened tips. She cringed when she saw the clamps, her body tense as Doctor Stemme opened the clamp to tease her with its cruelty. “EEEEGGGHHH,” her cry of pain rang off the stone walls of the room. She had never felt anything so painful, not even General Godard busting her virginity had hurt as bad as the clamp ripping into her nipple. It felt like knives digging into her nipple, the blood trapped in the tip, painfully pounding away. She could barely breathe as she felt Doctor Stemme tease her other nipple to hardness, ready to destroy it with his clamp. The second one hurt with just as much intensity, Hilda crying out once again. “OOOOOWWWW. PLLLLLEEASSE TAAAKE THEM OFF!” She gasped in pain, whimpering like a wounded animal, the heavy clamps only adding to the pain as they bent her lovely pointed nipples towards the ground. She huffed and puffed for long minutes, her face contoured in pain as Doctor Stemme watched her with glee. Finally the intense pain broke to a dull ache that radiated through her breasts. But even breathing was painful, the slightest movement would set the clamps in motion, igniting a fresh bout of pain.
Doctor Stemme kneeled before Hilda, wiping her pussy with a warm wet washcloth, washing away the dried cum and blood from the rape. He stroked her pussy with his fingers, his fingers plucking her pussy lips open, exploring her inner lips with his fingers, readying her for the bite of the clamps.
It was as if he was a different person than the one that just clamped her aching nipples. His fingers were gentle, washing away the last vestige of the rape and his fingers were now stroking her gently. She couldn’t even deny the arousal she was feeling, her juices beginning to flow as his fingers slid up and down each of her pussy lips. She only wished he would move higher and touch her clit.
He could feel her arousal, his fingers moist with her juices. He lulled her into a false sense of security, bending over to grab one of the clamps, Hilda never even seeing the movement. He pushed on the clamp, opening it up wide, placing it on both sides of one of her pussy lips, high up, room for many more. He let it snap shut, watching as her body jerked in pain, her scream making his cock jerk in pleasure.
Just when she almost forgot the ache of the clamps on her nipples a new burst of pain shot through her body. Doctor Stemme had placed one of the brutal clamps on her pussy lips, the powerful clamp snapping shut on her puffy lip, trapping the tender skin between the sharp, unyielding metal. “EEEEEKK,” the sudden bolt of pain racing through her sex, Hilda feeling Doctor Stemme release the clamp, tugging as it fell towards the floor, pulling her pussy lip with it. The clamp shook back and forth, each time igniting a fresh bout of pain. His fingers returned, Hilda holding her breath as she felt his fingers fumbling with her pussy lips, this time the other side, Hilda holding her breath as she waited for another clamp to bite into her flesh. “AAAGGH,” this one just as painful, Doctor Stemme making the clamp jiggle back and forth until he released it, yanking her pussy lips painfully towards the floor. Her lower body was a mass of pain, tears falling from her eyes, sobbing as her nipples and now her pussy ached painfully from the terrible bite of the metal clamps.