Castle of pleasure and pain

It felt like a giant rock inside her, pulling her insides out when it withdrew, tearing apart her soft insides as it plunged deep in her guts, the sharp pains in her stomach making her sick as his cock pushed into places that were never touched from the outside. She was sure she was splitting up the middle, first her pussy stretched obscenely out of shape by the cruel pear, now his cock shoving into her virgin asshole, tearing apart all the resistance her muscles could muster. As he withdrew, it felt like her guts were pulled from her. When he thrust back in, the deep shooting pains made her wish she could curl up in a ball to escape the pain, but the chair kept her in position, his cock free to ravage her asshole with impunity. He was so deep that it felt like he was trying to drive it out her mouth, his cock fucking her with deep, broad strokes. She could feel every bump and ridge on his cock dragging over her soft insides, eliciting a response in Beatrice that she tried to ignore. She couldn’t let him arouse her. Not after torturing her pussy and now raping her in the ass. It was hard to differentiate where the pain and pleasure was coming from between her legs, the pear keeping her stretched open, the pepper sauce burning her tender insides, and his thick cock in her ass running up and down soft insides, her muscles clenching on it almost passionately.

Doctor Stemme enjoyed the way her muscles rippled up and down his shaft, massaging his thick meat almost lovingly, as if it were her soft hands masturbating it. When he was deep inside her, her insides would nibble at the head of his cock, almost as if it were in a hot, tight vice. He had to drag his cock out, her insides clinging to it possessively as if she didn’t want him to withdraw, pausing only long enough for her rectum to grip the head of his cock before he thrust back in. He began a rhythmic thrusting inside her, his balls tightening as he readied to cum in her bowels. His abdomen slapped noisily against her ass cheeks, making her take the full measure of his cock with each thrust, the chair banging noisily on the floor as her body was buffeted by the powerful sodomy.

She could feel the kinky hairs tickle her anus as he thrust inside of her deeply, burying his cock deep inside her guts, dragging out and than thrusting back in. Her pussy clenched on the pear, increasing the pain, but Beatrice couldn’t stop her own reactions, her anus burning as it slid up and down his shaft as he took her faster and faster. Her bound body was buffeted until she felt it. The pain increasing as his cock grew inside her, swelling in pleasure as Doctor Stemme’s hands gripped her tightly. He pushed in so deep that it felt like his cock bore through her, jerking and twitching deep inside her guts, feeling the blast of cum bathe her insides with the hot cum. It filled her stomach with cum, his hips jerking his spewing cock out, a second load of cum dumping inside her asshole as he thrust back in, her passage now slick with his juices. He humped her like a dog in heat, shooting his cum inside her guts three times before she felt his cock shrinking. It hurt when he pulled out, Beatrice clenching her anus as she felt the rush of cum drip out, relieved that it was over. The pain increased when he pulled the pear from her pussy, the thick pear, even when the sides were collapsed spread her open. She found her body untied, her muscles refusing to support her as she sat there, unable to get up. She looked over, seeing Becky strung up by her wrists, her naked breasts thrust out, her legs spread and bound. She feared what General Wegner was going to do to her. She had already been forced to suck his cock, Beatrice sure that her virginity was next to be taken from her.

General Wegner moved close to Becky, his hand sliding around her naked waist, holding her still while his glove encased fingers plucked her nipples into hardness, the tips stimulated by the rubber gloves, the fingertips rough to allow them to pick up object easily. “Have you ever heard of nettles Becky?”

She shook her head no, too scared to talk, General Wegner molesting her breasts as he talked softly to her as if he was her friend and not her torturer.

“A lovely plant. It has dull, dark green leaves that have tiny brittle, hollow silky hairs on them. It even has lovely flowers, though the stings of the hairs on them quickly make you forget their beauty.” His hands continued to caress her breasts, teasing the nipples into hardness. “They can be used as a whip, the hairs causing a sting like a bee. Or just the leaves, rubbed over some more intimate parts of your body that will bring such delicious cries of pain from your lips. Or even inside you, attacking the mucous membrane of your most sensitive parts of your body, inside your vagina, or in your rectum, even your clit. You will soon dance for me.” He stepped to the back of the room, a large vase of freshly cut nettles sitting in cold water.

“NO! Please NO! I’ll do anything!” She didn’t want the cruel plant invading her body. Anything would be better than that. She had never heard of nettles, but knew the agony of poison ivy.

“Why of course you’ll do anything. But first I want to enjoy the look of anguish on your face.” General Wegner’s gloved hand held the first nettle, the unobtrusive plant looking almost harmless. He moved the leaves until it was just below one of her breasts, the hardened nipple pointing out as if beckoning the plant to caress it. He lightly grazed the nipple, letting the tiny barbs touch the brown flesh, teasing first around the areola before attacking the pinkish nipple. The nipple swelled under the attack, the first touch tickling before the pain of the poison entered the skin.

She couldn’t stop her nipple from growing under the tingling touch of the leaf. It felt good as it teased her areola before it caressed her nipple. She felt the pleasure racing through her legs by the unexpected touch. Then it changed quickly, the pain racing to her brain as it felt like her nipple was on fire. “EEEEEGG,” Becky screamed in excruciating pain. Her hands clenched tightly into fists, wishing she could tear them from the rope that held her bound so tight. She wanted to rub her breast, anything to stop the terrible sting in her sensitive flesh. She looked down at her wounded nipple, surprised that it was so large. Was it the stinging bite that made it swell or the arousal? She could see tiny white blisters appearing on her nipple, the sting driving straight through her chest and racing to her brain. “NNNOOO!” General Wegner had grabbed a new nettle from the vase, his gloved fingers caressing her other nipple into hardness, teasing it, readying it for the bite of the nettles.

General Wegner made Becky’s lovely tit bounce up and down before he rubbed the nipple, her arousal obvious as the target grew in response to his touch. He rubbed the nettle around her areola, circling the brown flesh, the barbs sticking to the dark tissue, releasing their toxic poison into her skin. She fought him, shaking her chest, making her tits bounce up and down so sensuously as she tried to avoid the pain. His hand held the nettle firm, slapping the leaf back and forth over her swollen nipple until she cried out in pain, the leaf continually rubbing over her nipple as it swelled.

Beatrice wished she could help Becky, seeing the look of pain etched on her face, her naked body growing slick with sweat as she struggled against the ropes that held her bound. She couldn’t even imagine the pain from the nettles, but Becky’s screams rang off the walls of the room, her breasts dancing up and down as she tried to throw off the nettles that continued to lash at her nipples.

General Wegner grabbed a handful of nettles, scooping them up in the palm of his gloved hand. He approached Becky, her tears staining her pretty cheeks. He moved close until he touched her hip, his hand coming under one of her breasts, cupping the naked flesh with the nettles. He clenched her tit beneath the nettles, careful to do it gently to get the maximum amount of poison as the barbs broke against her bare flesh, emptying their toxins into her sensitive skin. He continued to massage her tit with the nettles, feeling her struggle to escape the pain. He brought back fresh nettles to work on the other tit, enjoying the way Becky shook her tits at him so provocatively as he worked the stinging nettles against her bare skin, her screams of pain making his cock jerk in pleasure.