Castle of pleasure and pain

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.