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Torture
by Robin (robin2003@clara.co.uk)
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A dark story of man's inhumanity to fellow man. (MF,
F/beast, rp, nc, v, oral, tort)
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"Comfortable?" His sardonic smile didn’t quite make his
eyes.
She looked at him through tear swelled and reddened,
half closed lids. The saline water of her tears seemed
to enhance colours; the silver SS badge on his tunic
shone and branded her mind.
Not waiting for her reply, he slapped her pussy with
the flat of his hand. The resounding smack rebounded
off the whitewashed walls. She would have screamed, but
the tape across her mouth allowed for a muffled,
"Mmurmff," only. Two grease-covered fingers entered
her, spreading her lips and forcing her body to receive
him. More of the greasy substance was scooped out of an
unmarked pot and fingered into her. She didn’t know
what to expect, but feared that it wasn’t to be the
most pleasant experience of her life.
"We will start small Eh?" His voice softly asked,
sounding like a kindly Uncle, "No point in ruining the
fun all at once is there?" Fake concern flitted across
his face as he bent over her, but the sardonic smile
stayed in the background.
The bonds that tied her to the low level table bit into
her wrists and ankles. The rough wood scratched her
back and buttocks. She had given up struggling some
time ago, thinking that many of the women who entered
this hut never came out again. Perhaps, if she
complied, she might just see tomorrow, perhaps even the
day after, although her future and that of the other
fifteen hundred women in the prison camp, was very
uncertain.
She had been brought here only a month ago, but in that
time, she had been beaten, interrogated and half
starved. Too many women had been taken out of the huts
at night, most of them didn’t come back, or if they
did, they usually didn’t say anything, preferring to
suffer their cuts and bruises in silence.
From a small table alongside where she was tied spread-
eagle fashion, he picked up a glass tube, about two
inches in diameter and a foot or so long. Gently,
almost lovingly, he spread her cunt lips apart and
slowly inserted the tube, pushing it in until she felt
it pass her outer walls and nestle within the confines
of her pussy. A small ridge on the tube prevented her
from being able to push it out. It lodged into place.
She had the weird sensation of cool air inside her; she
could feel the waft of the frigid winter chill hitting
her inner self.
The Officer turned away from her and once again got
something from the table. Hidden from view by his body,
she couldn’t guess what his intention was. Then, in
horror, her eyes beheld what was next. He held a white
mouse by its tail. The small rodent struggled to be
free and waved its small paws around ineffectually. The
girl prayed to her God for the nightmare to end. It
seemed he wasn’t listening.
Carefully, the white mouse was pushed head first into
the tube. She couldn’t see exactly what was happening,
prone as she was, but her brain described vivid
pictures for her. The officer picked up a short stick
from the table and began to push the mouse down the
tube. Then it was inside of her. Its small claws
scrabbled at the walls of her cunt in an effort to
escape. He pulled the tube out, leaving the animal
inside her. Tears of shame and outrage coursed down her
cheeks, this was the ultimate indignity, but worse, the
bastard was enjoying what he was doing.
Horrified, she looked into his eyes that were grey,
dead and expressionless. Only the slight upturn of the
corners of his mouth gave any clue to what he felt.
His grease covered fingers played over her lips,
massaging her clit and brushing against her anus. All
the while, the mouse inside her was trying to get out.
She could feel its frenzied attempts to escape. She
thought the walls of her cunt would rupture from its
sharp little paws. It felt like someone was using a
file on her walls. After a few minutes, the rodents
movements became lesser and weaker. Then, eventually,
they stopped altogether. She guessed it had died from
asphyxia. Her revulsion was complete and she dry
heaved, but her stomach had nothing to regurgitate.
Electrical clamps were fastened onto her nipples, the
teeth biting cruelly into the sensitive skin, piercing
and drawing small droplets of blood. The pain was
excruciating, her nipples responded automatically,
becoming hard points or pain centres. There were eight
teeth on the clamps, she could feel each one as it
pierced her skin and forced her nipple swell with
blood.
Without warning, he thrust his fingers into her cunt
and wriggled them around, she thought he was forcing
the mouse further inside her, but felt some relief when
he eventually pulled out the dead, pink tinged rodent.
In its effort to get free, it had scratched her inside,
enough to draw blood. He smiled his satisfaction at the
result.
She could feel the warm trickle of blood ooze from her
slit and dribble onto the table, wetting her anus. She
closed her eyes and prayed again in silent anguish. In
her subjugated position, she didn’t hear the entry of
one of the German shepherd dogs that the SS were so
fond of. She missed entirely, the clicking of its claws
on the concrete floor. Her first awareness was the hot
tongue that lashed along her slit and effectively
cleaned her from the frothy blood that was caking her
lips.
The dog stood at her pussy end and licked her
secretions. Its tongue slid in long strokes from her
arse to her blond haired mound. Skilfully, it pushed
its tongue between the lips and gained entry to her
moistness. The tempo increased as the friction
decreased and her treacherous juices began to flow.
The officer watched and grinned, offering no assistance
to the animal, only encouragement. He allowed this for
a short while then pulled the dogs head up and away
from her. Relief turned to sheer terror when she
realised what he intended to do next.
He positioned the compliant dog over her prone body,
placing its forepaws either side of her waist, then he
massaged the animal’s cock. All the time, whispering
words of encouragement. Eventually, it was a hard
throbbing reddish mauve weapon. Bigger than anything
she had seen in her short life. He pulled the sheath
back until the dog’s knot was visible and lined it up
with the woman.
The dog shifted position and thrust its hips forward.
He then guided the monstrous dog cock between her lips
and into her cunt. Although it was an unnatural
position for the dog, she guessed training had been
given, because the dog started to hump, its cock
growing all the while and going deeper into her. The
pain from her already ruined pussy was intense and felt
like she was on fire, but her body betrayed her and
instinct took control, she raised as best she could,
her hips to meet the thrusts of the dog. She climaxed
involuntarily and felt ashamed by it, but she had no
control over her body.
Her humiliation was complete; she knew the officer had
witnessed her climax.
The dog wasn’t finished though. Its thrusts continued
unabated and were becoming more urgent. Her breasts
jiggled with the dog’s thrusts and made her painfully
aware of the clamps that still bit into her skin.
Then, by a slight shift of its hips and by spreading
its legs, his fist sized knot banged against her cunt
lips and, with a final effort, the dog pushed himself
all the way into her and pumped white hot come in long
spurts against her womb. The dog threw its head back
and roared its domination and success over her.
Eventually, the dogs knot relaxed and was pulled from
her body without ceremony. He licked at her bruised and
pouting cunt, cleaning her of his traces. She shivered
and gave him the benefit of a shower over his muzzle.
She was too exhausted now to even cry. Her head lolled
to one side and she either slept or went into a state
of semiconciousness, either way, she shut down and
stayed that way for an hour or so.
She woke to a familiar smell. One she hadn’t smelled
for a long time. Her eyes wouldn’t open where they had
become sore and encrusted from crying. The tape and the
clamps had been removed from her mouth and nipples.
But, she recognised the smell from her childhood.
Horse. Slowly, feeling returned to her. Something huge
was stuffed into her cunt, she hoped it wasn’t a horse
dick; she had seen several as a child and was amazed at
the size they could reach.
Her hopes were not answered. In her relaxed condition,
a horse had been brought in and the mushroom head was
now firmly engulfed by her body, the horse was humping
and squealing. She could feel the head of the animal
pulsing inside her. Suddenly, the horse was removed
from her with a loud pop, which felt as if her guts
were being sucked out through her vagina. A wave of
relief flooded through her, but was short lived.
The horse had been turned around and now, instead of
being lined up with her cunt mouth; its huge cock was
directly in line with her face, but more importantly,
her mouth.
Her eyes opened in time to see the officer jerking the
stiff cock, running both his hands up and down the
twitching horses meat. His timing was perfect. He horse
reached its climax, but just as it did so, the officer
placed the head of its cock against her lips.
The force of the jism that erupted from the horse
pushed her mouth open and she gagged on the steady
stream of horse come. It covered her face, neck and
breasts. It slipped down her throat and almost choked
her. It ran in rivulets into her ears, through her hair
and pooled on the table. Still it came and still, she
had to deal with the constant flow of liquid that she
either swallowed or drowned on.
Eventually, the horse withdrew its tool and then it was
led away. She hoped and prayed that would be it. She
was almost right; the Officer jerked himself off,
adding his come to that of the horses in her throat. It
was the least of the violations she had endured.
Her reasoning left her again and sleep took her until
she woke next to her husband in their cell. She had
nothing to say. How could she ever tell him and
besides, her regard for her husband had suffered. She
didn’t hate him, but somehow, he was the same as the
officer who had abused her so badly. She figured that
he would be capable of doing the same things to her.
For the next few weeks, they were given extra food. It
was to be the difference between starvation and
salvation as the allied forces marched into view. Their
liberators spoke in a language she couldn’t make head
or tail of. Russian she thought, but couldn’t be sure.
It didn’t matter very much, the soldiers chose from the
group and then gang raped those they wanted.
Eventually, she, her husband and the rest were set
free, but had nowhere to go to. It mattered little to
her. She had become a prisoner inside her mind and
never ventured into reality again. The torture
continued for her and never stopped.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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