Castle of pleasure and pain

Doctor Stemme yanked Angela’s arms behind her back, harsh rope tying her tender wrists together. He pressed his hips back against her, this time her hands getting in the way, her fingers pressed against his thick cock. He whispered into her ear. “Move your fingers. I want to feel your touch on my cock.” His voice was adamant in his command, demanding obedience from the young girl. He was not disappointed, his cock jerking in pleasure as her fingers moved against his bulging crotch. “Yes, very good Angela. “ He felt her fingers trying to curl around his thick shaft, the rope holding her pinned against him.

It was disgusting, forced to rub his weapon, but she had no choice. She felt it jerking each time she moved her fingers, surprised that her touch could elicit such a profound reaction. Her fingers curled around it, the shaft much larger than she could have imagined. God, how could one take such a thing inside them?

General Godard continued stripping Angela, his hand sliding to the side of her skirt, making sure that his fingers touched her naked skin, his eyes glued to the lovely nipples that continued to grow harder. Was she getting aroused by being stripped naked? General Godard looked at Doctor Stemme and by the expression on his face, Angela’s fingers were bringing delight to him. The button of her skirt snapped off, General Godard getting impatient, the crowd on the other side of the curtain getting louder. They wanted the entertainment. The zipper slid down, the skirt joining the bra on the floor. General Godard’s hand slid down over her hips, feeling her hot, silky skin as he drew her close to him until his cock pressed against her panty covered crotch. He began to hump her gently, his cock enjoying the touch of her body next to his.

Two of them were humping her as if she were a dog in heat, her half naked body molested, the throbbing members jerking against her fingers and now her sex, General Godard’s weapon just as formidable as Doctor Stemme’s. General Godard finally stopped and pulled away from Angela. She looked down, his hands gripping the top of her panties, Angela’s thighs clenched tightly together. He was going to strip her naked, Angela was sure that her body would be ravished by the two horny men that pawed at her body. Each time she tried to stop rubbing Doctor Stemme, his hand would move up, urging her to continue, Angela unable and afraid to defy him. It was like slow motion, General Godard pulling her panties down, his hands forcing out her tender inner thighs until she relented and parted her legs, the white, virginal panties sliding down until they were bunched around her feet.

“Kick them away. You won’t need them.” He looked down at her hairy brown bush, her thighs clenched together again. Let her play her foolish game, soon she will be dancing to a different song. “Very good, we’re ready.” He would have loved to rub against her some more, but the Officers on the other side of the curtain began to clap, demanding the entertainment to begin. General Godard nodded to the private on the side of the curtain, the black curtain began to open, Angela panicking when she saw the large crowd looking at her, a bank of bright lights aimed directly at her.

She tried to hide, the curtain opening to a sea of men looking at her. And she was naked, General Godard moving to the side, even Doctor Stemme was no longer in back of her. She was momentarily blinded by the sea of lights that seemed to be focused on her, blinking rapidly until she could see again. She looked down, her naked body highlighted by the bright lights. She could even feel the heat from the lights. It was bad enough to be naked in front of the two men, humiliated, her body turning red because she was completely naked in front of a bunch of leering men. They yelled obscene things to her. She tried to move to the side, but was pulled back by General Godard.

“Where are you going?” He yanked on Angela’s arm until she stood in the center of the stage. “You need to be prepared for your mating?” He could see the shocked look on her face. Doctor Stemme moved in back of her to keep her in place, pushing on the middle of her back until she arched her back, presenting her breasts to General Godard. He wasted no time, his hands moved up to caress the firm young breasts, his hands encircling the globes. “Hold still and I’ll make you feel good.” His fingers traced the outline of her areolas, her body shaking as he saw her nipples hardening. It wasn’t the cool air of the room, or the hot lights. It was arousal, General Godard teasing the nipples without touching them, watching them swell, Angela arching her back not because Doctor Stemme was forcing her, but because she sought out General Godard’s touch. His nails pressed over the hardened tips, scraping painfully over the sensitive flesh of her nipples. They grew from the touch, his fingers gripping the pert tips and squeezing them until Angela moaned, her back arched obscenely.

She hated her body for betraying her arousal, unable to control her own emotions, her nipples swelling under the teasing of General Godard. She had to hide the sound of her moan as General Godard plucked her nipples. Even his fingernails felt good, the pain mixing with the pleasure to confuse her mind. She felt the dampness between her thighs, clenching them to hide her arousal. She was disappointed when his fingers left her breasts, looking down as his fingers trailed along the dark skin of her stomach, Angela trembling as he neared her sex. No boy had ever touched her there, but she was sure that would not stop General Godard. His fingers curled in the tendrils of her bush, pulling on the hairs, tiny follicles yanking out harshly, igniting a lust in her loins. She trembled as his fingers played in her bush, so close, but yet so far away from her dripping sex. As soon as he touched her there, he would know her secret, unable to hide her arousal from him. Doctor Stemme pushed back against her bound hands, Angela needing no further encouragement, her hands caressing the thick shaft that jerked beneath his trousers.

General Godard’s fingers slid farther down, through her bush, yanking out errant hairs with a snap until he found the wet lips of her pussy. His index finger slid between her labia, pushing aside the puffy lips, sliding easily along the abundant juices. “Angela is aroused,” he said loudly, the men in the audience cheering, Angela turning beet red in shame. He began to rub her slit, his finger running up and down between her lips, pleased as Angela spread her legs willingly, though she did it in little starts as if she were hiding it from everyone. He teased his finger lower until he found the opening to her tight, moist hole, running around the tiny hole while Angela bit her lip to stop her cry of pleasure.

It was better then when she did it herself, his finger surprising her, touching her so intimately, ashamed that her only protest was to spread her legs wider like a cheap whore, allowing him access to her virgin body. Her fingers curled tightly around Doctor Stemme’s cock, running up and down it in rhythm to the finger that masturbated her pussy. Her hips bucked back and forth, unable to control her emotions, the pleasure too much. She could feel her juices flowing abundantly, his wet finger sliding up her slit, her body jumping as it unexpectedly touched her pleasure button, her body growing tense as she tried to squelch the orgasm that was building in her body. Please God, she begged, don’t make me cum in front of all these men . She ran her fingers up and down Doctor Stemme’s cock faster, tightening them, hoping to make him cum, anything to get the attention off of her. Her pleasure was building when suddenly General Godard stopped, her eyes searching for answers from him. She tried to push her hips forward, but his masturbating fingers were no where to be found.