Torture of
the English Lady
Doctor Stemme readied the
room for his visitors, excited at the prospects that General Godard had secured
for him.
“A lovely English Lady and
her two daughters. They were on a train,
trying to escape from
“I have such great ideas for
them. General Wegner wanted something
different. I can play the daughters
against the mother. Such humiliation I
can force upon them, making the daughters or mother cum in front of each
other.” Doctor Stemme was thrilled at
the prospect. He had met General Wegner
when he first arrived and explained his particular perversions that he would
like indulged, the English Lady falling perfectly into his plan.
“I hear that you have some
new devices to sexually torture them. I
will have to make some time to observe the both of you putting them through
their paces.” General Godard wished he
didn’t have so many things to get done, but knew that he would find time later
to enjoy the Englishwomen. “I shall have
them brought down immediately.”
“Put them in the cells
nearby. I want the mother and only one
daughter at a time. It makes it so much
more painful for the mother, forced to watch her precious daughters
defiled.” Doctor Stemme’s cock was
already straining his trousers at the thought of torturing the Englishwomen.
General Wegner walked in the
door, hurrying when he heard the good news.
“I came as soon as I heard.” He
turned towards General Godard. “Are you
joining us?’
“No, but maybe later I will
have a chance.” General Godard left them
alone, the two of them already planning for the Englishwomen.
Doctor Stemme turned towards
the other door, hearing the loud voices of the women approaching, the guards
pushing three women through the door.
There hands were bound in front of them, a look of terror etched in their
faces. Doctor Stemme admired the
mother. She must have had the girls at a
young age, not even forty for sure. She
had a fine figure, dressed in a white silk blouse and a black skirt that hung
down below her knees. The guard stuck a
gun barrel in her back, making her arch her back before she was forced to move
forward, a luscious pair of breasts pushing out the front of the blouse. She had full hips and slender legs, catching
just a brief glimpse of firm ass cheeks.
Her skin was flawless, a pair of thick, puffy lips curled back in pain
as she was shoved forward. Doctor Stemme
was sure that she had never been subject to such cruelty before, her upper
crust society pampering her all her life.
It was the two girls that
General Wegner lusted over. They looked
like they were not more than a year’s difference between them. Like their mother, they had silky brown hair,
the girl’s hair longer, able to caress the middle of their back or hide their
breasts. General Wegner could see the
fear in their large, green eyes, as they should fear, sure that these young
innocents couldn’t even fathom the perversities and torture they would be
subjected to. Or what they would
willingly consent to perform to escape the inevitable pain. Firm, young breasts could not be hidden by
the floppy sweaters that were meant to hide their bodies, nor could the long
skirts that clung to their asses like it was molded to the pert flesh. One was a bit taller than the other, but they
were unmistakably sisters. His cock
thickened at the sight of the girls.
“Take that one to a
cell. The Mother and other one bring
over her.” Doctor Stemme rattled off the
order to the soldiers, the Mother turning to try to rescue her daughter.
“Leave her with me,” she
begged, not realizing that the one going back to her cell was the lucky
one. A guard pushed her back and took
away Angela, seeing the frightened look on her daughters face as she was
separated from her sister and mother.
They had been captured just before they reached the French coastline, a
boat arranged and waiting in a small town on the coast to take them to
Doctor Stemme waved the
soldiers away, the mother and daughter would be no trouble, especially with
bound hands. “She’ll be safe.” He paused for a moment than added. “At least for now.” He moved close to the mother. “I am Doctor Stemme and this is General
Wegner. What is your name?” He watched General Wegner push the daughter
into a waiting chair, standing over her, his eyes drinking in her beauty, his
cock bulging out the front of his pants in lust.
“Beatrice,” she murmured
quietly, seeing Becky seated in a nearby chair, the general lording over her,
Beatrice suspicious of the way he was looking at Becky. Beatrice knew both of her daughters were
virgins, private girl’s schools and strict upbringing instilling innocence in
them. “What do you want from us?” She was afraid of asking the question, afraid
of the answer.
Doctor Stemme looked at
Beatrice, eyeing her lovely breasts.
“Your bodies.” His answer short
and to the point.
Beatrice looked at him with
a shocked look on her face, but none so much as Becky’s look, the fear etched
in her face that her innocence would soon be torn from her. “You can’t be serious,” she was sure that he
was just testing her.
“Nonsense. You have a very nice body for a woman of your
age. And your daughters. Virgins I’m sure, with bodies made to
pleasure men. German officers to be
exact. The three of you will bring much
pleasure to the men here at the castle.”
He paused, letting it sink in.
“And men enjoy inflicting pain on women.
Sexually abusing them. I will
help them extract the most horrific pain on the lovely female body. You can’t even imagine what I can do to the
most intimate parts of your body. But
you will soon learn.”
“Take me. Let my daughters go. I will do whatever you want. Willingly.”
She had to bargain with them. They couldn’t be that cruel. Could they?
“I don’t need your
permission. And you will cooperate. You will beg me to allow you to perform the
most perverted acts, if only to escape the pain on your body. Or that of your daughters.” He brushed her aside, eager to begin. He moved close to her, his hand around her
slim waist, her bound hands in front of her.
“But first I am going to make you cum.
In front of your daughter. She
will learn the pleasures of having orgasms.
Only then will I abuse your bodies.”
He whispered it in her ear.
Beatrice tried to move away from him, but Doctor Stemme held her tight
against him. “Let’s get you naked
first.” His hand moved to the front of
her blouse and slowly and methodically began to unbutton it. Her bound wrists moved up to protest, Doctor
Stemme slapping them back down, continuing to unbutton her blouse until it hung
open, the white satin bra exposed against her tanned skin. He nuzzled her neck, his hand sliding over
her bare stomach to come to rest on the soft underside of her breast, cradling
the bra encased tit. She squirmed, but
he held her tight as his hand gripped her tit tightly, sure that no man except
her husband had dared to violate her body as he did. “Nice tits,” his fingers running over the
bare bosom, sliding between her twin peaks, brushing over her silky skin.
She was being stripped naked
and she couldn’t do anything about it.
Her hands were tied and Doctor Stemme slapped them away when she tried
to stop him. His hand was squeezing her
breast too harshly, clenching on her flesh while she squirmed in his grip. She heard the tearing of her blouse, looking
at the sharp knife in Doctor Stemme’s hand, her white silk blouse now just
ribbons of material on the floor. She
shivered when she felt his hand on her back, sliding up until she felt it on
her bra strap. Just a flick of his
finger and she felt the garment release their precious cargo, the bra slipping
down in the front until the shoulder straps kept if from falling any
farther. The gleaming knife came back
into her view, the bra slipped to the floor before she could react. Her hands rose up to cover her bare breasts,
but Doctor Stemme was already anticipating her actions. She found the rope holding her wrists tightly
together pierced with a hook attached to a rope from the ceiling, not even sure
how, but the hook pulled up higher and higher, Beatrice’s hands forced up until
they were pulled up almost straight, her body stretched out tall. She looked down, her naked breasts heaving up
and down as she breathed rapidly.
Doctor Stemme wanted so much
to touch her, but he would strip her naked first. His hands hastily moved to her waist, the
button popping out as he opened the skirt in haste. It fell to the floor, leaving Beatrice clad
in panties and nylons, a garter belt holding them up. He moved the rope higher, Beatrice’s body
pulled up until she was almost on her toes.
“Such a lovely body.”
General Wegner moved next to
Becky. “Is your body as nice as your
mothers?” His hands held her still as he
whispered in her ear. “Soon I will make
you naked and masturbate you. I think
you are going to cum nicely for me.” His
hand rubbed her leg over her skirt, soon it would be
under her skirt and between her legs.
First he wanted Becky to see her mother cum.
“Please,” Becky tried to
beg, but the General was already rubbing his hands up and down her legs, Becky
unable to do anything but keep her thighs clenched tightly together.
“Just your panties left
Beatrice. I’m going to leave on your
garter belt and shoes. It will make it
so sexy and humiliating. The garter belt
will frame your sex.” Doctor Stemme
slipped his fingers into the waistband of the silk panties and drew them down
until they snagged on the garter belt.
The knife made quick work of the fragile fabric, falling into a puddle
on the floor.
Beatrice’s face was red in
shame, seeing the two men and her daughter staring at her naked body, the rope
holding her stretched tall, her toes already beginning to ache, but the
alternative was the painful stretching of her shoulders. She looked down, her brown bush her only
protection from their prying eyes.
Doctor Stemme began to
administer to her breasts, more importantly to her nipples. His fingernails began to tease around the
areolas, watching as the nipples began to swell in anticipation of his touch on
them. “A very amorous woman.” His fingers moved to her nipples, pinching
each pink tip until they hardened into tiny stones. He looked into her eyes as he teased the tips
into arousal, humiliating her that she couldn’t control her own emotions. He pinched harder, seeing her lips clenched
as she tried to bear the pain without making any noise.
She hated herself, feeling
her nipples hardened at the slightest touch of Doctor Stemme as though she was
a whore. He continued to pinch and prod
her breasts, staring at her with a superior attitude as he aroused her
sensitive tips. His fingers hurt as they
dug into her nipples, but she refused to give into him. His pinching gave way to his fingernails, the
sharp points scratching painfully around her areolas and over her pink
nipples. She bit her lips as she endured
the sharp pains that raced through her breasts, not wanting to give into the cruelty. She didn’t even realize she was shaking her
breasts until she looked down, seeing them bouncing gently as she tried to
avoid his fingers, Beatrice panting from the pleasure racing through her
breasts. She should be resisting the
cruel touch, but found her body being excited.
She wasn’t sure what it was, her bound hands, the way the Doctor took
such liberties with her naked body or the fact that her daughter was watching
the whole sordid act.
Doctor Stemme’s hands moved
down over her slim waist, running over her abdomen, feeling Beatrice suck in
her gut as his fingers played with her bush, sliding in and out of the dense
patch, errant hairs plucked painfully out, each time Beatrice gasping in
pain. He could feel her muscles
quivering uncontrollably as he neared her pussy. His fingers gripped her pussy lips,
tightening on the puffy lips and squeezing harshly, but Beatrice didn’t move a
muscle. His fingers began to stroke her
labia, one fat finger pushing between the lips, not surprised to find her
insides slick in her juices. His finger
traced up and down her moist slit, watching as Beatrice’s legs slowly began to
spread open to allow him greater access to her pussy. Her hips began a gentle motion, not a hint in
her face of her arousal as she tried to mask her desires from her
daughter. “Do you like that
Beatrice? You’re so wet.” Doctor Stemme whispered in her ear as he
slowly and methodically masturbated the English Lady in front of her daughter.
Beatrice couldn’t help
herself, his finger working its magic on her body, the tight rope on her wrists
only added to her arousal, her naked body strung up for his pleasure. She spread her legs wider, hoping he didn’t
see her surrender, his finger moving deeper into the folds of her pussy, moving
up and down her slit. She trembled in
pleasure as his fingertip moved up towards her pleasure button, but always
stopped short of touching her there in spite of her moans of pleasure. “EEEEHH,” the moan escaping from her lips as
his finger found her clit, the tip of his finger rubbing back and forth over it
until it rose to erection. God, she
hated what he was doing to her, but couldn’t stop the inevitable orgasm that
was building in her body. The finger
played back and forth over her clit, slapping at it like he was spanking it,
her hips moving back and forth uncontrollably.
Doctor Stemme’s other hand
caressed her firm ass cheeks, plump but tight, his fingertip trailing up and
down her sweat drenched crack as she moved her hips back and forth to his masturbating
finger. When she pushed back, he took
the opportunity, his finger slipping between her cheeks, a startled gasp from
her lips when she felt the unfamiliar touch of his finger on her. Her cheeks clenched tight, but too late, his
finger trapped between her firm flesh, her muscles
keeping it trapped on her wrinkled anus.
Beatrice was shocked when
she felt the touch of his finger on the rosette of her anus. No one had ever touched her there, her cheeks
relaxed before she realized his intentions, clenching hotly on his finger,
trapping it as it sat on her wrinkled opening.
She could feel the blood pounding in his finger as it sat on the tight
opening of her backside, his other finger never stopping the exciting masturbation
of her clit. She could only gasp and
moan as the sweat drenched finger battered at her anal opening. Suddenly it impaled her, the fat finger
sliding deep into her rectum, her muscles fighting it every inch of the way. She could only move side to side to escape
the ravishment as the finger twisted and turned inside her, her anal ring
burning as his knuckles rubbed the tiny hole harshly.
Doctor Stemme’s finger was
sucked into the hot, tight depths of her asshole, her muscles trying to force
it out, exciting his dick as he imagined it was his cock in her ass instead of
his finger. He twisted and turned his
finger in her tender insides as he pinched and prodded her swollen clit. She was panting and gasping, her body shaking
as she was ready to cum, her nipples swollen and hard, her legs spread, her hips moving in and out in mock fucking. Even her asshole threatened to suck his
finger in deeper. “Cum for me
Beatrice. Show Becky how nicely her
mother can cum for me.” He dug his
finger in her asshole, making sure that Beatrice felt the power and control he
had over her body. She didn’t say
anything, just screamed out in pleasure as she came all over his finger.
“Uh! Uh, uh, uhhhhhhh, Ahhhhaah AHhhuu!” Beatrice came like a whore, her clit
manipulated by Doctor Stemme, her ass impaled by a finger that moved in and
out, stretching her virgin passage, the burning of her anal ring adding to the
feelings racing through her body as she came.
Even without something inside her she came, feeling her juices flooding
Doctor Stemme’s fingers, her ass muscles clenching tightly on the finger inside
her as the orgasm raced through her body.
Doctor Stemme finally pulled his finger from her ass, still feeling like
it was still inside her as her anus slowly shrunk back down. She could feel her juices running down her
thighs, clenching her thighs together as she saw the look of shock on her
daughter’s face at her orgasm, Beatrice turning red in shame and humiliation at
how she behaved in front of Becky.
“Did you enjoy your orgasm Beatrice? You cum so easily. I hope your daughters have the same
trait.” General Wegner, why don’t you
help me get Beatrice situated better.
Becky wouldn’t dare move.” His
eyes pierced the frightened girl with a stare that would make her blood run
cold.
Beatrice could barely stand
up when they released her bound wrists, her legs feeling like Jell-O from the
orgasm. She couldn’t do anything as they
manhandled her naked body, General Wegner taking liberties with her, his
fingers roaming freely over her body as they moved her towards some strange
looking devices. Devices that scared her
to death. It looked like a chair, except
it was only a frame of heavy wood.
“Sit in the saddle.” Doctor Stemme ordered Beatrice, pushing her
until she was over the frame.
Beatrice was forced down
onto the seat of the frame, more of a saddle than a seat, curved to mold around
her hips. She felt her lower body
engulfed in the seat. She could feel the
seat moving slightly, as if it was on a track.
Her wrists were grabbed before she could react, Beatrice watching as if
it were in slow motion as black leather straps were wrapped around her wrists,
the shiny metal buckles pulled tight until her skin bulged where the leather
strap dug in. Her arms were thrust
behind her, her back arching painfully as they pulled her arms until she felt
them securing them to something behind her.
She tugged on them, the straps secured tightly behind her. She looked down, seeing how thrust out her
breasts were, almost as if she were offering up to them, afraid of how
vulnerable they were. Beatrice heard a
click and then the seat she was in began to move back, Doctor Stemme behind her
pulling her arms back, the seat of the chair rising up, Beatrice finding her
legs pulling up into the air. She
pressed her thighs together as her knees rose up high, hiding her sex from
their prying eyes. But they were not
finished.
The men moved in front of
her, a long pole in Doctor Stemme’s hand.
General Wegner grabbed her by her ankles, pulling her up
unceremoniously, Doctor Stemme using the opportunity when she was vulnerable to
slide the pole on the insides of her knees.
She failed to see the straps that were snapped to the two ends of the
pole, finding one knee strapped to the end before Doctor Stemme grabbed her other
knee.
“Now to spread you open
Beatrice. I want that cunt open and
available. You’re going to cum for me
again.” He pressed the inside of her knee
until she finally surrendered, Doctor Stemme spreading her legs until he could
fit her other knee into the leather strap, tightening it tighter than he
needed, enjoying her grunt of pain. He
stepped back, the whole plane of her sex opened up, her knees tied wide open.
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