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The Iron Maiden of Caen

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

minute she couldn't recall where she was or what was happening to her. She felt still chill air on her bare flesh. Cords were cutting into her shoulders, but when she tried moving to relieve the dull pain she found her wrists were similarly secured and sharp points dug into her back. A single light bulb little the small windowless room, an empty chair faced her. She closed he eyes and shook her head. Reopening them confirmed what she feared. A hollow iron door was swung open to her right. Inside it were fixed about two dozen long steel spikes as well a similar number of much shorter threaded studs. So the Nazi Iron Maiden of Caen did exist. Her heart beat faster. Her mouth was dry "Water!" she cried out shakily. She was alone. She started shivering. Looking at the empty chair facing her she felt exposed, vulnerable. Her vagina was sore; as she realised the significance of that she screamed at the empty space "Fuck you! Fucking perverted bastards. Do what you want to me, I don't care any more." There was no reply. "Fuck you!" she screamed again. She tried shaking her bonds free but any movement just made the spikes behind her sink into her tender skin. She released her bladder, the warm liquid splashing her feet. She would like to have defecated there as well but her bowels and belly were empty, she'd not eaten while on the run. It was about half an hour before the Gestapo officer returned. He was relieved to see that she had at last awoken. "Are you going to give me the ... names of your accomplices then?" he quietly asked again. Marie spat ineffectively at him; he smiled at her saying "Good!" as he slowly walked up to her, staring up and down her still perfect naked body. Although already shivering from the cold damp air a deeper chill ran through her body as she anticipated his next action. Marie held her breath as the door was slowly, silently, closed on her. As the light from the room was shut out she felt the tips of some of the spikes press into the soft flesh of her breasts and belly. The door overlapped the casket slightly so all the light was shut out slightly before it was fully closed. Though her skin was so cold it was slightly numb she felt the hard steel points puncture her small breasts, those against her flat belly pressed relentlessly into it making her suck it in, forcing her to empty her lungs as yet more of the points touched against her ribs. She was going to have to breathe in very, very soon! But first the door was pushed fully shut with a firm click, spikes pinioning her arms and legs. Marie felt her warm blood running in little trickles down her chest, down her arms onto her hands and down her legs. She actually held out for just over a minute before she involuntarily had to gulp in some air, with spikes cutting through the thin skin covering her ribs she was forced to breathe with just her diaphragm, pushing her soft tummy onto those sharp unyielding steel spikes so they sank maybe 4 centimetres into her flesh. Then she ...