1. The Iron Maiden of Caen


    Date: 9/17/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: Tavy, Rating: 68.4, Source: sexstories.com

    Gestapo officers held a hidden menace she felt, yet couldn't quite comprehend. The young, smartly dressed, officer brought her another cup of coffee, again politely asking if she would like sugar even though she had previously told him she didnt, then, just as politely, he asked her the names of her accomplices. She didn't answer so he smiled at her then returned to his desk. He sat talking to a long faced woman with cropped blonde hair for a couple of minutes then left. The woman walked over to Maria then, speaking French much more hesitantly than the man, apologetically explained that they were concerned she might try tearing her nightdress into strips in order to hang herself. "Strip!" she commanded with unexpected ferocity as Marie hesitated. Marie wondered why she hadn't spat in the bitch's face as she obediently lifted her only item of clothing over her head, then made a point of carefully folding it before handing it to the expressionless woman watching her. Tears welled in her eyes as she watched the woman fling it into the steel waste bin. She was clearly never expected to need clothes again. Ever. But the cold was making her sleepy; she curled up into a ball ... the air chilled her bare skin ... she couldn't keep her eyes open ... By the time Schmidt returned the drug in Marie's coffee had fully taken effect. "Hilda, I need her out here on the floor so she can be measured up." She pushed the girl's limp body over to sprawl on its side, exposing her breasts and ...
    crotch which she had covered with her hands and arms as a final gesture to modesty. Taking hold of her ankles Hilda dragged the unconscious naked girl on her back from the cell to the middle of the floor by the officer's desk. Karl stared down at the pale stretched body. "Pull her across so her feet are flat against the wall." Hilda, puzzled, obeyed. He then laid a tape measure on the floor alongside her and started writing measurements in a notebook. He got Hilda to hold a wooden ruler upright alongside the girl, measuring the depth of various parts of her body off the floor with a long rule steel pressed down across her. Measuring her abdomen between her hips and bottom ribs he measured twice, the second time pushing down so hard on the steel rule that it left red marks across her belly each time he removed it. "It's a good job she's so thin" he said, more to himself than to his assistant "At least I can feel where everything is!" "Are you planning on cutting the bitch in half?" questioned Hilda. Karl glared back at her. "No. You can go home now." "I'd like to watch if you do; or to help you" she added, but he waved her away "Go home." Once she had gone he confirmed a few critical measurements, probing the girl with a screwdriver. He feared Hilda had noticed how his trousers stretched over his rigid cock. Exploring more of the pale body of his limp, compliant, prisoner he imagined the many spikes of his device closing onto the smooth, unblemished skin as the door was slowly ...
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