Castle of pleasure and pain

“EEEEWWW,” Hilda moaned in pleasure, the orgasm ripping through her body. She pinched her clit harder, a little pain always making her climax grow in intensity. Her fingers twisted inside her, banging against her virgin shield, her juices flooding her fingers as she came. Her hips bucked back and forth in mock fucking, Hilda whimpering as she came in front of the men. It suddenly dawned on her that she was cumming in front of two strange men, her eyes opening to see them staring at her as her body shook and trembled from the pleasure rippling through her body. Hilda was surprised that it not only didn’t embarrass her, it enhanced the pleasure that raced to her brain. Cumming while the men watched her perform like a trained dog. She was panting wildly, her nipples so hard and pointed, wishing she had more hands so she could touch them. She came again and before the orgasm was over, her legs felt like rubber as she struggled to stand up. She put her legs together, feeling the wetness on her thighs as they touched. She looked at the men, the humiliation setting in now that her arousal was gone. What had she done? Cumming like a two dollar whore in front of two strange men .

“Very good Hilda. It is always enjoyable to see a young girl enjoying her own body in solo masturbation.” General Godard and Doctor Stemme moved towards Hilda, grabbing her arms while she was still weak from the orgasm. They pulled her between two beams that ran from the floor to the ceiling, each one grabbing an arm, securing her wrists with leather straps before she could even protest.

Hilda suddenly found the men pouncing on her like she was a wounded doe, grabbing her arms, Hilda watching them attach leather straps around her wrists as if it were in slow motion, finding her arms pulled up high to the twin beams until she was stretched tall. Her breasts rose up until they almost pointed at the ceiling, her arms extended out and up high, bound and unable to defend her naked body. But they didn’t stop there, Hilda looked down to see them kneeling at her feet, feeling the thick bands of leather put on her slim ankles and then tightened until she felt her skin pushed in by the leather. “NNNOOO!” She cried out as they each grabbed a leg and began to pull them open, her naked feet sliding along the floor. It felt as though they would split her up the middle, tugging far past the point of pain, feeling the straps tied to the base of each beam. Hilda looked down, her legs split so wide, her pussy lips pulled back exposing her wet, pink insides to the harsh light of the room. The men looked at her, Hilda not failing to notice the large bulges in their pants. “Don’t rape me,” she begged, but their smiles told her the plea was falling on deaf ears.

“You look so lovely all stretched out and naked.” General Godard moved behind Hilda, seeing her strain to look over her shoulders to see what he was up to. He pressed hard against her naked ass, rubbing his hard cock along her cheeks. “Can you feel that Hilda? It’s going to take your virginity. Have you ever felt a cock so big before?” General Godard was proud of his prick. Many lovely young things felt their virginity taken from them by his masterful cock and Hilda would soon join the select club. He reached around, his hands sliding along her smooth, silky skin as he felt her trembling in fear. His hands slid up until he touched the firm tits, cupping them from below, his fingers encircling the ripe flesh. “Such lovely tits Hilda. I imagine many boys have tried to touch them like I am,” he teased her. His fingers curled around the firm flesh, his fingertips tracing around the areolas, General Godard looking over her shoulder so he could see the nipples springing to life in spite of her revulsion. Tiny goose bumps appeared around her nipples, the light brown nipples swelling. He slapped his fingertips against her nipples, a gasp from Hilda as she was touched so intimately.

Hilda’s hands clenched into fists as General Godard molested her body, his hands curling around her naked breasts, Hilda unable to do anything. “Seeethhh,” his fingers touching her nipples making her suck in her breath at the sudden, shocking touch. No boy had ever gotten so far, some of them barely allowed to touch her over her bra. But General Godard had his hands on her naked breasts, her naked nipples, while Hilda fought the feelings that raged through her body. She couldn’t stop or understand the way her nipples were reacting, feeling them harden until they almost hurt. His fingers were now pinching the sensitive tips, but instead of hurting, they almost felt too good. She could feel the blood pulsating in the tips, the fingertips twisting and pulling her nipples, a strange desire between her legs. No, please don’t make it feel good, humiliated to be bound naked and finding her body being aroused at General Godard’s molesting hands . And his penis was huge, pushed against her naked ass, feeling it jerking in pleasure as his hips slid side to side over her cheeks. He would kill her with such a weapon, sure that she would never be able to take anything that large inside her virgin hole. “MMMMGGG,” his hands more urgent now, squeezing her breasts, the blood forced painfully to the tips until Hilda thought they would burst. She could feel her pulse pounding in her swollen nipples.

She had such nice tits, his hand enjoying playing with them, finding her body succumbing to his touch, her nipples over an inch long, hard and full of blood. Even when he squeezed them, it was not cries of pain, but of pleasure that escaped from her lips. Let’s see how she will be when electrified clamps are attached to the swollen buds . General Godard’s hands slid down from her tits to slide over her stomach, feeling her suck in her gut as if she wanted to feel his touch lower. His fingers curled into her dense bush, tiny gasps from her lips as he yanked out errant hairs from the silky bush.

No, don’t let him find me wet in spite of just cumming , she begged to herself. She couldn’t stop his hands, her wide spread legs leaving her open and available for his intimate inspection of her sex. “Epppppp,” she cried out softly when General Godard’s fingers passed through her bush, snapping tiny hairs off to the follicles, the sharp bite making her eyes tear up. “Eeeeeeeek,” his fat finger found her slit, her lips already pulled back. It shocked her senses as he touched her in her most intimate spot, his calloused finger feeling like sandpaper as it rubbed the smooth, silky inner lips of her pussy. No one had ever touched her there, her thigh muscles clenching as they fought the straps that kept her legs spread so obscenely wide. Her toes curled as the finger slid up and down, Hilda ashamed that her own juices greased his finger, feeling it sliding up and down her slit almost effortlessly.

“Your pussy is wet for me Hilda. It will make it much easier to take my cock inside you,” his finger sliding over her lips, inspecting her inner lips with almost clinical precision. He placed two fingers at the opening of her pussy, pushing hard against the tight hole, feeling her muscles fight to keep out the invasion of his fingers. He pulled his fingers up, pushing hard against the top of her hole, forcing her body up higher, Hilda on her toes now as she struggled inder the forced fingering of her virgin hole.

It felt like he was going to tear her virgin hole, his fingers pulling hard up on her opening until she raised high on her toes to avoid the pain. The fat fingers pushed deeper into her hole, Hilda gasping when she felt them banging at the gates of her womanhood, pressing hard against her hymen. She knew it wouldn’t do any good to beg for her virginity, General Godard’s cock jerking against her cheeks in lust. There was nothing she could do. Would he take her virginity with his fingers? Or his cock?