Castle of pleasure and pain

General Godard held up his slick fingers to the audience, the bright lights glistening off the juices that covered them in a slick coat. “See how easily the young girl is aroused. Let’s see how accommodating she can be to Dionysus.”

Was Dionysus going to take her virginity? Where was he? She turned towards the commotion to the side, Angela catching a glimpse as the white sheet fell from the large object it covered. It fell to the floor, Angela’s heart falling after it. It was the most obscene spectacle she had ever seen. It was a statue, a larger than life statue of a man. He was standing up, over seven feet tall, large prominent features carved in smooth stone, none more than the one that grew up from between his legs. Angela had never seen a real penis before, touching one for the first time only moments ago. Doctor Stemme’s penis was large, larger than she could ever image, but this thing was monstrous. It stood out at least a foot, the shaft so thick that Angela didn’t think she could even get her hand around it. The head, if that is what you could call it was the size of thick fist. She stared at it as if she were mesmerized, checking out every detail on the intricately carved penis. There were thick veins etched on the side, three of them running up the shaft. The head was broad, a thick flanged running around it before it tapered down to the massive shaft. Even the end of the head sat a hole as if it were waiting to shoot out its seed. Tiny bumps and ridges ran along the shaft, Angela’s eye following the length until it joined the juncture of the statues legs. Between its legs hung two heavy ball sacks, sandwiched between its muscular thighs.

She looked up at the sculptured chest, thick muscles, even hairs carved into the smooth texture, the hairs rough and jagged. The arms beckoned out to her, spread wide, the thick upper arms bursting with muscles. They were ready to embrace the next person that would be placed astride the giant penis. They grabbed her as she tried to run away, the guards appearing suddenly out of nowhere, the crowd of men yelling loudly at her fearful display. The guards gripped her body tightly, General Godard nodding to them as if it were all preplanned. She found her body thrust up from the floor, the men lifting her up as if she weighed nothing. They each grabbed a side of her, one arm under her leg, lifting them up until she was spread before the statue, the other holding her upper body tight. She was marched over to the statue, the stone arms of the statue embracing her as they pushed her between them. She felt the cold stone touching her, her nipples hardening, looking down between her legs to see the giant penis thrust up so close to her sex.

General Godard moved close to where the guards had Angela pinned over the statue, her crotch conveniently located just over the top of the huge shaft. “I hope your nice and wet Angela,” he boldly exclaimed to the crowd. A girl came out from the side of the stage, her half naked body glistening from the oil spread over her skin. She was naked from the waist up, her breasts glowing in the light, a short skirt that barely covered her crotch, glimpses of a naked sex peaking out from beneath it. She held a large bowl of oil, her head hung down in shame as she approached the giant statue. She began to rub the oil over the stone cock, her hands gliding up and down the shaft in a masturbatory manner that she was instructed, two hands encircling the thick shaft as they rode up and down.

“Becky!” Angela screamed out in denial, her naked sister was greasing up the stone penis. Getting it ready to take her virginity in the most perverse and painful manner. “How can you do this to me?” Angela began to sob, her own sister aiding in her debasement.

Becky’s head lifted slightly, afraid to confront her sister. “I’m sorry, but they are making me. You’ll soon learn that you have to do things in order to survive.” Her hands moved up and down the thick shaft, paying special attention to the giant head, greasing it as best she could, hoping to make it less painful. But she knew that it would be painful, very painful, the men making sure of that. Becky had felt their cruelty too much already and knew of the punishment for disobedience. She moved away, General Godard pushing her out of the room. She snuck out, not wanting to see the cruel rape of her virgin sister, her own loss of innocence still fresh in her mind.

“Mount her!” The crowd of normally staid German Officers yelled out, their lust ignited by the raw spectacle before them. “Let Dionysus fuck her!”

Angela couldn’t believe the cruelty of the men. “Please General Godard. Don’t do this to me. Fuck me, just don’t shove that cruel instrument inside me.” She begged, willing to give her innocence to the General in exchange. Anything was better than the giant stone erection that was pointed up between her legs.

“I will have you afterwards or maybe during. You still have a virgin asshole I could enjoy while you ride Dionysus in your pussy.” He looked over at the young guards, the excitement etched in their faces. “Mount her on Dionysus. But do it slowly. I want just the head in, don’t bust her cherry yet. Let her stand on her toes and do it herself.” He moved to the side of Angela, his hand reaching over to run up and down her slit. “Get wet Angela, it will make it easier.” His finger found her clit, tugging at it until it escaped from its hiding place, exposed and swollen, his finger slapping back and forth over it. “Yes, such a good girl, your slit is drenched.” His fingers moved down, slipping inside her tight hole, twisting and turning until the fingertips banged against the last vestige of her virginity, her hymen. “Nice hot, tight hole. Soon you will embrace Dionysus.”

The guards positioned her over the thick stone cock, the spectacle so unreal. They spread her legs wider until the dark hole spread open, her juices glistening in the bright lights from above. They lowered her down, her tiny hole dwarfed by the thick cock that was only inches from her virgin hole.

Angela was hoarse from screaming, her terror barely heard over the excitement of the crowd. Even with General Godard masturbating her, she was still frozen in terror as she watched her debasement almost as if it were in slow motion, the guards moving until she was poised over the shiny, thick stone penis. Her hips jerked as General Godard stroked her slit, running up and down the wet lips, pulled wide apart by the cruel spread of her legs. He stuck two fingers inside her, stroking places inside her that were only touched by her own fingers late at night in the privacy of her own bed, not spread lewdly in the bright lights as a room full of horny men watched her defilement. She couldn’t deny the pleasure she felt when his expert fingers massaged the places that brought such pleasure to a woman. Her body tightened in expectation of being impaled cruelly, but General Godard was in no hurry, masturbating Angela until she felt the pleasure sweeping over her body, humping up and down on the fingers that played inside her virgin pussy, banging hard against her last barrier of innocence. She couldn’t contain her lust, crying out in pleasure, General Godard’s fingers playing her body like a fine instrument.

“OOOH, Please,” she begged, not even sure what she was begging for. “YYYEES,” her hips moving up and down, tightening her pussy muscles on the fingers that split her apart, jerking each time his fingers tightened on her clit, igniting a lust between her legs that she couldn’t deny. She was humiliated that she was so aroused, but her body continued to betray her in spite of the ominous presence only inches from her gaping pussy.

General Godard watched Angela approaching orgasm, delighting in his ability to force the pleasure from her body in spite of her impending painful deflowering. Her hips were moving rhythmically, back and forth, the guards giving her the latitude to seek the pleasure his fingers brought to her. She was ready to cum when his fingers deserted her sex. She looked up at him, a strange look of disappointment in her face, seeking an answer. He gave it to her. “Mount her!”