Castle of pleasure and pain

Hilda screamed so loud that it rang off the hard, wet walls of stone. She couldn’t believe any human being would inflict such pain on another, especially a female, but General Godard smiled and seemed to relish her cries. In fact he encouraged them. She was strung up in a wide “X”, her arms pulled to the sides, high up. Her legs were secured in an equally wide spread, her crotch feeling as if she was being split up the middle. But it was her insides that were on fire, the electricity racing through all of the wires Doctor Stemme had painstakingly placed on all her most intimate parts of her body. It was bad enough when the shiny metal clamps were attached to her nipples, Doctor Stemme coaxing them gently into erection before he cruelly snapped the clamps on the sensitive tips. Then it was her crotch his fingers worked on, urging her juices from her sex before he placed the clamps up and down each pussy lip, the heavy clamps and wires that trailed from each one pulling her lips towards the floor. She couldn’t do anything as he thrust the rubber handled dildo inside her pussy, the thick metal fake cock pushing aside all resistance until it pushed hard against her cervix. The final indignity, the metal probe shoved unceremoniously in her asshole, the thick metal aching as it lay unmoving inside her clenching hole, the tapered end trapped inside her by her own anal muscles. What did she do to deserve such treatment?

Hilda had been captured by the invading German Army last month. Taken from her home, the soldiers gathered up all the villagers in the small town in Hungary. She was separated from her parents, with tears in her Mother’s eyes her only parting before the soldiers threw her into the back of the army truck with other young girls of the village. They had traveled for over two weeks, picking up more girls until the truck was filled with over twenty of them. Most were Hilda’s age, twenty, with a few as young as eighteen, but the oldest was not more than twenty-five. All were attractive, and a deep fear settled into the pit of Hilda’s stomach from this fact. There were stories of the girls taken and raped, but so far no one had touched them; nothing but a leering gaze at them or a more than casual touch on their ass. Their stomachs growled, the food given them barely able to sustain them. The truck bumped along the small country roads, the air cooling as they drove higher into the mountains. They were given warm jackets to wear, the snow already covering the ground. They could see they were going high up a mountain, the winding road moving them closer and closer to the top, the sharp edge of the road dropping off into deep cliffs below.

It had been three weeks before the truck finally came to a stop, the girls getting out, stretching their supple bodies from the long ride. Hilda looked at the castle, which was the only way to describe it. It sat perched precariously on the top of a mountain, the view blocked by the heavy fog that surrounded it. It must be hundreds of years old, the rocks crumbling on the walls. They were parked at the back of it, and Hilda looked up at the windows, the bright lights shining out of them, the sound of music coming from somewhere inside. Maybe they were captured to be maids or servants, a much better thought than what had been in her head. She was a virgin, hoping to save herself for her future husband. So far the Germans had treated the girls as gentlemen would.

“Gather around here Fräuleins,” the German Captain yelled to the girls. He looked at them, all lovely girls. He hoped they had bodies to equal their faces, the winter coats hiding their best assets. They would soon be inspected. Inspected intimately, and the Captain hoped for a chance at one of them first, especially a virgin, but the Senior Officers seemed to always get them first.

Hilda was herded with the other girls through the back door, past the kitchen, where she got a glimpse of a large kitchen staff working diligently to prepare what seemed to be a lot of food. There had to be hundreds in the castle that needed to be fed. There was hope for Hilda after all, seeing lots of girls in short serving dresses racing out of the room with trays of food. If that was all she had to do to survive, wear a short dress, that wouldn’t be bad. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, though she was a bit modest.

They were herded down a long damp corridor, feeling like they were moving downward, the lights flickering as they moved toward what seemed to be the basement of the castle. There was a steep staircase, the girls trudging nosily down the wooden steps, holding onto the railing to keep from falling. They finally came to the bottom, where a large wooden door squeaked open, the lights bouncing off the stone walls inside. Hilda was lined up with the other girls against the wall, feeling the dampness already pervading her clothes, a chill setting in. They had taken the warm jackets from the girls, leaving them in the thin dresses most of them wore when they were captured. Two more officers joined the Captain, Hilda not able to identify their rank, but by the way the Captain responded to them, they were obviously senior to him.

Hilda knew a bit of German, and was able to catch fragments of their hushed conversation. “ Jungfrau” the German word made her fearful, knowing that it meant virgin, and “ deflorieren”, to deflower. Were they speaking of taking her virginity? Were they really brought here to be raped?

Before Hilda could even contemplate her fate, the girls were ushered from the room, one at a time, a guard with a rifle shoving them out as the Officers looked at them as if they were buying fruit, their eyes racing up and down their bodies as they moved in front of them. Hilda was ushered down a long hall by a young German soldier, his eyes failing to even recognize her as he pushed her into a cell. Hilda stopped when she saw the bars on the small window, but the rifle that pushed painfully into her back forced her through the door, the heavy wooden door closing, the lock clicking shut before she could even protest. She looked around the small room, a cot on one side, a toilet and a sink over in the other corner. There was nothing else. A single bulb burned from the ceiling, illuminating the rank stone walls and floor almost ominously. Hilda could hear the other doors closing, sure it was the rest of the girls being shoved into similar cells. She sat down on the hard cot, the blanket scratchy. She began to sob. It was all hitting her at once, the loss of her parents and now locked into a cell like a caged animal. She curled up on the cot, pulling the rough blanket over her. She shut her eyes from the harsh light of the open light bulb.

The door clanging open scared her awake, and Hilda sat up in the bed to see the same soldier in the doorway.

“This way.” He had a short riding crop in his hand, slapping it harshly on his thigh, enjoying the way her body jerked from the noise.

Hilda got up, smoothing her wrinkled dress down over her legs, afraid of where he would take her. He marched her down the long hallway, Hilda catching glimpses of some of the girls in the cells as she passed them, a few of them sobbing quietly. At the end of the hallway the light shone from a room, the soldier stopping at the doorway, instructing Hilda inside. She stepped inside the brightly lit room, seeing two men inside. One was an officer, dressed in his uniform, polished black boots on his feet. The other man sat behind a long desk, a white smock as if he were a Doctor. What scared her was the furniture around the room. A gynecological table ominously sat at the side of the room, the gleaming metal stirrups sticking up almost majestically, brown leather straps at the end. Why did they need the straps on a gynecological table? The other furniture was hard to describe, large pillars of wood crossing each other in an “x”, leather straps lining each pillar. Strange chairs without seats, benches, tables all made more ominous by the leather straps and cuffs that would serve only one purpose. To secure someone to them.