Castle of pleasure and pain

Becky jerked up and down as the masturbation continued, hanging her head down in shame, but unable to stop the pleasure that raced through her body. In spite of the large cock that threatened to split her asshole open. It plunged in so deep that her stomach cramped on it, but that only added to General Wegner’s pleasure, crying out as the cramps forced her muscles to ripple along the length of his shaft. Her asshole burned from constant rubbing of his cock along the sensitive tube, but that did little to dampen her pleasure. She closed her eyes as the end of the riding crop began to slap her. Actually, slapping her clit! Doctor Stemme making the end of the crop slap back and forth on her swollen clit with a rhythmic cadence that left Becky gasping for air. She tightened her muscles in spite of the pain, taking the huge cock in her asshole, the pain mixing with the pleasure into one mixed emotion. Then she felt it, General Wegner burying his cock so deep that her insides clenched painfully on it, feeling it jerk against the soft walls deep in her bowels. She could feel it grow and then she felt the unmistakable wetness as General Wegner blasted her guts with his hot cum. It was unbelievable, her body responding by cumming with him, her head filling with stars as she grew dizzy, the pleasure racing through her nipples, the hardened tips sensitive to even the gentle breeze in the room. Her pussy gushed on the leather crop, flooding it as it continued to tap at her clit, sending a second orgasm through her body. General Wegner pulled his cock until only her anal ring gripped it, shuddering as he plunged it back in, aided by the abundant crème it spewed out as he came again as his cock plunged back in.

His sphincter tightened as he came, the cum shooting up from his balls, swollen from arousal. He blasted her asshole with his cum, fucking out and then back in, a second load of cum aiding the sharp thrust back in her, sliding along his slick juices to bury deep into her guts. He filled her three times, feeling Becky cumming, her body jerking and clutching on his spewing cock as the young girl couldn’t contain her lust any longer. He was so proud of himself, forcing the girl to have an orgasm while being pussy whipped and sodomized. His cock lay inside her until her uncontrollable clenching forced it out, a flood of white, milky cum falling out, dripping slowly down her white thighs. “Take her to one of the rooms. Let one of the other officers take her virgin pussy. See if he is as much of a man as I am, able to make the bitch cum while her rapes her.”

Angela stood trembling, the guards standing close to her, their guns scaring her. She had been thrown into a dirty cell for what seemed like an eternity, the door rattling as it opened finally signaling her release. The two young guards barely said a word to her, the rifle butt pointed into her back forcing her to move down the long hallway until they stopped her in front of a door. She could hear the loud chatter and shouting in the next room, Angela remembering the large hall where the waitresses were serving the German Officers. The door opened, Angela was shoved unceremoniously inside, two German Officers waiting for her. The guards slammed the door behind her, leaving her at the mercy of the evil men inside.

“Come in.” General Godard smiling at the lovely girl. She resembled her sister Becky, a year younger, sure that she was a virgin like her sister. That would soon be remedied. He eyed her youthful body, firm breasts, luscious ass and long legs. She was built for fucking, but first she was to be used for the entertainment of the men in the next room drinking and frolicking with the girls. She was to be the main attraction. A virgin sacrifice to the God of Fertility, Dionysus.

Doctor Stemme joined General Godard, his expertise in keeping the girl serviceable. While they were going to take her virginity painfully, she would still be required to provide the Officers with sexual pleasure in all of her holes.

Angela looked around the room, standing behind a stage, a thick curtain blocking the stage from the room next door, Angela able to hear the loud noises as the men drank heavily. Next to the curtain stood a large object, a white satin cloth draped over it, Angela not able to make out what it was. That scared her more. “My mother. My sister, are they okay?” Angela wanted the comfort of her mother.

“They are fine. Your mother is an exceptional woman, as is your sister. They both provided us with great entertainment. It is your turn now. If you cooperate you will be put back with them. First you will entertain our Officers in the room next door.” General Godard walked close to her, staring into her eyes, his face only inches from her. “If you don’t cooperate, your sister will be whipped as well as your mother.”

“Please, don’t hurt them.” Angela begged. She was sure that they had already suffered, these men were cruel. She didn’t want them to suffer any more because of her. She would do what she had to in order to survive. No matter what.

“I’m General Godard and this is Doctor Stemme.” General Godard’s hand went up to the buttons on Angela’s blouse, fiddling with the first one, Angela’s eyes moving down to watch him, her hands clutched tightly at her side. “You have a lovely figure Angela, much too lovely to cover up like this.” He slowly unbuttoned the first button, the blouse pulling open, tanned skin revealed, highlighted by the silky white bra that was partially revealed. Doctor Stemme had moved behind her, Angela jumping from the unexpected touch behind her. His fingertips traced along her satin skin, tiny goose bumps appearing on her skin. He unbuttoned the next button, his fingers pushing the blouse back to reveal the white bra, her lovely cleavage revealed to his eyes. “Nice tits,” he crudely exclaimed, his fingers continuing to unbutton the entire blouse, pulling it from the waist band so he could shove it to the side.

Angela couldn’t do anything as General Godard slowly stripped the blouse from her. Doctor Stemme moved behind her, scaring her when she felt his body press up against her body, unable to move, the hard presence of the Doctor pushing against her butt. She knew the Doctor was aroused, his hips moving slowly back and forth, Angela feeling his weapon jerking against her butt. Her chest was pink in shame, General Godard pulling her blouse open, exposing her white bra, Angela regretting wearing such a sexy bra. It pushed up her breasts as if she were trying to tease him. His hands crept along her naked side, sending shivers up her spine. She was trapped between these two men, unable to stop them.

“Hold still my lovely child,” Doctor Stemme inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume, kissing her neck gently as his hands crept up her naked back until he found the thin bra strap that held her glorious tits caged tightly. With a deft snap of his fingers the strap broke loose, Doctor Stemme’s hands moving up to her shoulder to pull the straps off and down her arms. Angela didn’t do anything to stop him, resigned to her fate. If she only knew her true fate, she wouldn’t be so docile. The bra slipped to the floor, Doctor Stemme unable to contain himself, his hands reaching around her naked body and cupping the luscious tits, cradling them, offering them up to General Godard.

Angela found the bra slipped from her body, Doctor Stemme nipping at her neck sending strange pleasures through her body, his hips still moving against her, feeling the thick flesh pushed up against her butt. She looked down, the bra slipping to the floor, Doctor Stemme’s hands replacing it, his cold hands cupping her warm breasts, Angela unable to stop her nipples from hardening.

“I would love to suck those lovely hard nipples Angela, but our audience awaits you. And we still have more preparation.” General Godard was ready to strip the rest of her clothes off of her.