by Powerone
“Ah yes, the little one. She is doing well in one of the cells down the hall. A very lovely girl with the body of a woman. Nothing will happen to her as long as you tell us the truth,” he lied. “Now who are you reporting to? The Mexican police, the army, tell us the truth!” He grabbed one of her nipples and pulling and twisting was rewarded with her gasps of pain.
It felt like he was tearing her nipples off, his strong fingers feeling like a pair of pliers gripping the tip, compressing the flesh tightly between them. “No, we’re tourists, not the police! We were going to the Falls.”
“You are not very good at lying, Señora. The Falls are hundreds of miles from here. Do you think we are ignorant peasants? Maybe a little pain for the Señora will bring forth the truth, Doctor.
She shuddered in fear when she saw the Doctor smile, move over to the table and pick up some objects. Two shiny nipple clamps gleamed in the light. She had seen them in magazines, Japanese clover clamps they were called. She had read that they would tighten when pulled; crushing whatever was caught between them. “No, please don’t,” she begged, the Doctor moving towards her.
He hefted one of her globes almost gently as if testing its weight, bouncing it in his palm, his finger reaching out, back and forth over the pink nipple sticking out. “Yes, get hard for me, Señora,” his finger snapped at her nipple.
His hand was stimulating her nipple, the harshness of his treatment surprisingly bringing about a delicious type of pain that went straight between her legs. She watched as he brought one clamp near, the cold metal touching her flesh like a hot iron. She shuddered as her nipple swelled, feeling like the tip would burst. Still, she could only watch him open the clamp wide and place it around the outside of her nipple, close to the areola. She braced herself but couldn‘t have predicted the sharp pain as the impersonal metal clamp bit into her tender nipple, stopping only when it was crushing her flesh between the powerful hard metal teeth. “EEEEEEHHHH!” she screamed, the shock of her most sensitive flesh being crushed between the strong clamps sending a shooting pain up her spine. She shook her chest, only igniting the pain even more, tears pouring from her eyes as she begged. “Please, don’t! We didn’t do anything!” her breathing ragged, her chest heaving up and down with the pain.
The General rubbed his finger over the tip of her nipple, the strong clamp pinching just below it, sending the blood to the tip, unable to flow back, pounding with its own pulse. “The truth now, Señora,” pinching on the tip, more tears and gasps of pain coming from her lips.
“No, No,” she cried, hyperventilating. She was helpless as the Doctor proceeded with the other nipple, his fingers bringing it erect, the other cold clamp stimulating it further. Then the terrible pinch between the cold steel, as it bit painfully into her flesh she screamed again. The Doctor fumbled with the clamp, tying strong nylon string to the ends, throwing other end over the bar in the ceiling holding the rope, pulling until there was no slack in strings.
“Talk, Señora,” the General grabbed the strings, slowly pulling them tighter.
Just when the pain had become a dull throbbing, the General pulled, forcing the clamps up into the air as the strings grew taut. His eyes were on hers, the clamps pulling away from her body, her nipples straining outward, the clamps closing tighter as they did. She had never felt such excruciating pain, sure that her nipples were being mercilessly crushed. Her scream was inhuman, tears running down her face as she suffered.
The General pulled the strings tight, tying them down. He looked down, her proud breasts pulling out into a cone, the nipples at least three inches long, both tits stretching up towards the ceiling by the clamps. He tapped on the stretched tips as she shuddered in pain. “Hurts don’t it, Señora? All you have to do is tell the truth.”
“We’re just tourists,” she blubbered, her face twisting in pain. She screamed again, the Doctor still busy, kneeling in front of her, pushing out with his hands on her inner thighs forcing her legs in a spread position. Unfortunately, this too made the clamps grow tighter, her nipples crushed harder. She could feel his fingers plucking at her labia, pulling out on the puffy lips, running up and down the silky insides. She knew that he was just preparing her for more pain; unsure of what he would do, afraid that it would involve clamps on her sex.
The Doctor loved her screams as the new clamp bit into her pussy lips, trapping first one fat lip in the sharp grip of the clamp, then the other. Two farther down kept her screams alive, the heavy clamps pulling her lips downward. He stroked her pussy, inflicting excruciating pain on her sex, his finger still drawing out her juices, even while she shrieked in pain.
It was in agony. Any slight movement ignited a new sharp pain, the General adding even more, his hand moving between her legs, slapping at the clamps, tearing a new scream from her lips each time.
“Wait until you see how we can hurt you internally. You can’t even imagine what we can painfully shove into your vagina or your asshole. Are you ready to talk, Señora?”
She could only shake her head no in response, unable to speak, the pain too terrible.
“Maybe some weights to drag her lovely pussy lips down toward the ground, Doctor.”
The Doctor needed no prodding, taking one pound weights and hanging them from each of the clamps on her pussy lips. When he finished, four heavy metal weights were dragging her lips down over three inches, the clamps biting terribly into her flesh. Fresh screams pierced the room as her labia were pulling inhumanely down.
The General admired their handiwork, her breasts stretching up, nipples out over three inches, the blood flow restricted. The tight rope wrapped around the breasts forced them into a dark purple, swollen and painful Her legs bowed out, trying to relieve the terrible pain as the weights hung from her pussy lips, the General making them sway, hearing her gasps in pain. She hung from the rope, her upper body pulling upward, her lower body spreading out in front, her pussy open and exposed.
“Why not try out her pussy now, General? The pain from when she swings back and forth as you fuck her will force her pussy to tighten up nicely. It’ll be like fucking a virgin, hot and tight.”
The General didn’t need a personal invitation, his pants fell quickly around his ankles, his fist stroked his cock as he pushed in front of her. His hands cupped her ass cheeks, drew her forward onto his cockhead, the weights banged noisily as they swung back and forth against each other. He almost couldn’t find her hole; her lips were pulled so far down. He tore into her, raping her with his hard cock.
His cock hurt, but not as bad as the clamps. He kept grabbing her, forcing her to move, her nipples almost tearing from her chest, her pussy lips burning terribly as the clamps swung back and forth. He forced his way inside her, her pussy clamping down in pain. His cock felt like it was five inches around and a foot long, her pussy pinching it tight. He stared into her eyes, his smelly cigar still hanging from his mouth as he fucked her, the stale odor of his breath making her gag. He fucked her for twenty painful minutes, his fingers playing with the clamps on her nipples, igniting fresh pain, pleased at the way it had her pussy gripping his cock. If she only knew how well her daughter had serviced his cock with her mouth only a short time ago to allow him to fuck her longer without the urgent need to cum. He finally shoved deep inside her, dumping a load of cum.
As the General moved out of the way, the Doctor took his place, his cock easily able to enter her pussy, sliding in on the General’s cum. She was so tight, especially with the General bending down between her legs, slapping at the weights, swinging them back and forth in a gentle arc. He could barely stroke his cock in and out of her pussy, the tight walls snugly clenching on his cock.
She couldn’t even scream any longer, her sex and her nipples being torn and battered, her vagina suffering under the constant fucking of the Doctor, the General laughing as he made the weights swing back and forth. They finally finished, releasing her from the bondage, pulling the clamps from her body one at a time. She was relieved at f
irst when the Doctor went to remove the first clamp from her nipple, her relief quickly turning to shock, as the blood rushed to the tip of her nipple sending a sharp pain that was far worse than before. She begged him not to take off the other, the dull pain better than what she had felt when the first was released. He only laughed while unclamping the other nipple, seeing her eyes wide open in pain.
The Doctor enjoyed himself slowly pulling the clamps off her pussy lips, taking off one, stroking her pussy before moving onto the next, each time tearing a new fresh scream from her lips. When he finished, her nipples and pussy lips were covered with red blotches where the clamps had done their terrible work. Cum ran down the inside of her legs as she slumped to the floor, exhausted from the pain. “Put her in a cell, we will deal with her later.” The Sergeant dragged her over from the room.
“Let’s go visit, Angela. I think it is time she learned to fuck. To fuck the three of us. The Sergeant is very good at making her obey.”
Chapter 4 - Forcing Angela to give up her Virginity
Angela panicked when she heard the heavy sound of several pairs of boots coming down the hall. Not only the sound, but the smell of stale cigar told her that the General was one of them. She was still bound to the bed, her legs ached terribly, tied spread eagle sideways, it felt like she was being split up the middle. The Sergeant had visited the room twice, each time he had masturbated her, slowly rubbing her pussy, his fingers this time paying special attention to her clit, her embarrassment showing as he watched as her hips humped up and down in arousal. Each time he left her highly aroused, her nipples sharp and pointed, her pussy wet, throbbing. She almost wished he would fuck her. Fuck her and make her a woman.
The door opened, the room quickly filled with the three men. She could see the bulges in their pants, the General so obvious, his hand rubbing up and down his cock when he saw her. “No please don’t,” Angela cried, knowing they had come to rape her, afraid it would be the General first. She didn’t want the thought of losing her virginity to a pot-bellied older man to be the picture ingrained in her memory for life.
“Untie her from the bed, Sergeant. I think she needs to be warmed up first. Then maybe she will be more willing to spread her pussy open and gives us a good fuck. On her toes, stretched tall would be nice. Such a lovely body should be taut and available.” The General smiled at the thought of whipping her until she agreed to let him fuck her. It would feel good to have his cock snuggled tightly in a hot, teenage virgin pussy again, the thought of forcing her making him harder.
“Never,” Angela cried back, determined not to help them take her virginity, especially the General. She was relieved when the Sergeant untied her, especially between her legs. They had been spread wide too long, feeling as if she was torn up the middle. She closed them now quickly, her hand moving between, covering her sex, her other hand trying to hide her naked breasts. "Please," she begged looking at the Sergeant, hoping for some compassion. There was none, he grabbed her by her wrists and yanked up. The Doctor moved behind her, a rope in his hand.
"We'll see how we can make you sing for us Angela." The Sergeant grabbed her wrists, one large hand easily able to hold them together, as the harsh rope was twisted around them.
The Doctor was not idle, he let his hand linger on her ass, loving the feel of the soft, silky skin; see her squirm, trying to escape his touch. He gripped her cheek in his hand, holding it tight then releasing it, the red imprint of his hand on her white skin.
"Please, no," she begged as the Sergeant threw the rope over the wooden beam above her, pulling down the other end. He began to pull on the slack, his strength overpowering; Angela's hands began to raise slowly, all eyes on her as she was slowly roped. Her hands were in front of her face, unable to stop him, struggling to no avail except to make her breasts dance for them, embarrassed as they bounced gently. Her arms were now high over her head; Angela had to slip onto her toes before he stopped. The position was already painful, her body now so vulnerable as the Doctor proved, his hand slowly running over her stomach as he pressed against her ass, his jutting cock pushed into her naked cheeks.
The General looked at her young body stretched tall by the rope. Standing on her toes the tight muscles accented in her legs, long and shapely as they moved slightly while she tried to maintain the position. Her large breasts rose and fell with her breathing; her nipples pointed and still hard begged to be touched. He gazed down at her flat abs, past her neatly trimmed bush to take in the prize he sought, her virgin pussy. He could almost make out the pink insides, her labia hiding her treasure, her tightly clenched legs pressed together in hopes of preventing her rape. He picked up the belt, a thick leather belt at least four inches wide, supple black leather that would create a powerful sting when applied. He saw the look of terror on her face when she saw it, his cock jerking in his pants. "Yes, you'll give me your virginity willingly. You may resist at first, but your screams will make me ever harder." He folded the belt in half, gripping it in his large hand. He swung; her eyes closed tight, bracing for the first shock of the belt.
She couldn't believe that he was actually going to do it. But the look in his eyes was enough to convince her. They enjoyed forcing her; the tight bondage prevented her from resisting, this time the rope kept her body dangling in front of them, exposed and vulnerable. She heard the whisper of the belt as it cut through the air. It hit her with a thud, striking her high up on her thighs, slapping at the skin. She felt the pressure but nothing else, just the sound of the thud. "EEEEEHHH," she screamed, the pain suddenly shooting up from her tender thigh to her brain, the incredible pain as it felt like her blood vessels were popping. She danced on her toes, turning her body, her eyes wide open, trying to see where the General was, hoping to avoid another blow like the last.
The Sergeant watched her body jiggle, her tits bouncing as she tried to escape the General, her body turning, trying to move away. He hefted the belt he had in his hand, not as wide as the General's, only two inches wide, but the thinner width increased the pain level, the force of the blow condensed to a smaller area. He swung it low on her legs, hitting her on the calves, almost knocking her off her feet, as she was not expecting another blow from behind her, concentrating on trying to fend off the General.
"YYYIPPE," the sharp sting of the other belt slashing at her calves, jumping forward to escape, the stinging racing to her brain. She twirled around, catching a glimpse of the Sergeant behind her, a belt in his hand, a smile on his face. "SSSSPPLLLAAT," Angela's body pushed forward by the sudden impact on her ass. She twirled around again, confronted by the Doctor, a long leather paddle in his hand, the eight inch wide wooden paddle covered in black leather, sprinkled with shiny, metal studs that stood out. Her butt felt bruised, the unyielding wooden paddle smashing into her tender flesh, the metal studs digging painfully into her flesh. She was already growing tired, each man taking his time to pick out a fresh spot to hit, each time Angela unprepared for it, her body moving around, trying to hide from them, one of them always in a good position to take out their punishment on her. The General caught her on the side of her hip, the belt lashing out on the tender flesh, spinning her around just in time for the Sergeant to lash her thigh, the smaller belt finding its way between her tightly clenched thighs. She was shoved forward as the powerful blow of the Doctor pushed her body forward, the General let the belt slap against her tender abdomen, the leather felt like it cut her flesh.
Angela was beginning to sweat, her toes cramping as she danced around trying to hide from the next blow but each time one of them was able to find a part of her body unprotected. Her skin stung from the multiple welts the belts had inflicted on her sensitive flesh, her butt felt bruised by the leather paddle so accurately swung by the Doctor. They were getting more accurate with the belts, Angela fearing that the most, getting closer to her tightly clenched thighs, once the smaller belt slapping hard on her bush. Her screams were now hoarse, tiny yelps as she quickly tired.
"Get her atte
ntion Doctor, Sergeant get her back," the General ordered, standing in front of Angela. The smacking of the paddle on her ass cheeks shoved her forward, the Sergeant slapping the slim belt against her back, the General waiting until she arched forward, her breasts thrust out. He was ready, the thick leather belt swinging in an arc to slash into her pushed out tits, catching them just underneath, pushing them upward into the air. The look on her face was priceless, the scream ear shattering as her tender breast flesh was stung with the powerful blow.
"GGGODDD, noooot there!" How could they do that, hitting her unprotected and tender breasts? She felt them bouncing up and down from the blow, the heat of the blow burning her flesh. Another slap with the paddle, this time on her thighs drove her forward again. She braced herself for the slash against her back, the Sergeant not disappointing her, the belt catching her up the arms, her tender arm pits slashed by the painful leather. She moved sideways to escape the pain only to turn right into the belt of the General, it swung in anticipation of her movement. "EEEEEHHH," she screamed as the belt tore into her right breast, this time her nipple receiving the brunt of the slashing leather. It felt like they were tearing it from her body, an icy burn, much more painful then their fingers before, she could almost feel it bleeding.
"No, not with that," she begged, the Doctor in front of her with the paddle. She couldn't turn away, the Sergeant behind her, holding her forward. The Doctor let the paddle move upward and slap at the underside of her breasts, making them bounce as he hit them. They jiggled higher and higher as he continued striking them before rubbing the metal studs of the paddle back and forth over her nipples. They were already hard from the pain, the studs dragging painfully back and forth over the pushed out tips like a rasping file, feeling as it was trying to skin them. They became so sensitive, sure they were raw now.