1. The Iron Maiden of Caen


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

    shut. He imagined the points pressing into the soft creamy flesh, perhaps pressing down on a rib, making her exhale then. ... Karl hurriedly dropped his trousers and pants releasing his erect member - his heart pounding. Without taking his eyes off that perfect body he straddled her thighs. He could imagine the very tips of the steel points just piercing the skin covering some of the bony exposed ribs as others, slightly longer, gently sank into her soft, hollow belly. Grasping her thin buttocks with both hands he forced his rigid cock into her as if it too was one of the impaling spikes invading her body. While he thrust ecstatically into her he imagined spikes bloodily sinking into her small breasts, spikes tearing open the thin flesh covering her ribs to momentarily expose the white bone before sinking bloodily between them into her lungs. He lifted her loosely hanging head up so he could explore deep into her mouth with his tongue, imagining the blood flooding her perforated lungs gushing up into her mouth...her arms and legs firmly impaled so she couldn't move at all. Despite his partner being unconscious and oblivious to his abuse of her body that was definately the best fuck Karl Schmidt had ever had! It was certainly more exciting than screwing Hilda. Karl knew he had to work fast, the effect of the drug would be wearing off soon and he still had to calculate and make the adjustments to his device, the 'Iron Maiden of Caen' as he thought of it. Once the spikes had ...
    been screwed onto the appropriate studs and their lengths adjusted he could bind Marie securely into position. Perhaps he should have had Hilda help him lift her into position, for her floppy body was difficult to position and secure, he didn't want to have to put a rope round its neck. It distressed him that she had already sustained several cuts to her back and buttocks as she slipped against the spikes. Karl was relieved to get the girl's limp naked body securely tied upright in the casket before she came round and started struggling and wriggling. He stepped back and admired the scene. The device he had designed looked very different to the ornate, 2.1 metre tall Virgin of Nuremberg. His Iron Maiden was smoothly finished burnished steel on the outside, rounded in form and narrower at the top where the victims head might be. Cords secured Marie's shoulders, wrists, waist and ankles to some of the numerous eye-bolts down the sides designed for that purpose. He hoped he had calculated the positions and depths of the adjustable spikes correctly for her anatomy. He waited anxiously for her to recover consciousness. She should have come round by seven pm, yet two hours later she still hung unconscious. He checked she was still breathing. Looking at her pathetic body hanging there he realised he should have reduced the dosage to account for her light weight. He hoped the amount of the drug he had administered wouldn't prove fatal ... Marie's head swam, her vision was blurred, for a ...
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