Castle of pleasure and pain

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.