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I'm working on it, but it's going slow because of some health issues I've been having lately.
 

20. Sisters​

After she had been returned to her cell, they let her be for a couple of days. Being alone all this time played tricks on her mind. She got food, but other than that she felt almost forgotten. And all this time she wondered if her friends could avoid being arrested. She hated herself for having betrayed her friends, even though she knew the torture would have gotten to her even if she had endured it a little bit longer. Nobody could withstand such pain, right? But it didn’t help to reason like that and the first day she often wept bitter tears of regret. The second day she stopped crying but instead she raged in anger. On the third day she began to worry though, getting pictures and ideas in her mind of tortures to come. How bad would it be and how would she endure it?

On the fourth day they came to get her and she followed the two guards shivering from anxiety. Where were they taking her and what was going to happen? She soon got her answers as they brought her into an almost empty room. The only things in it were two crates, one filled with ropes, the other with canes and sticks.
“No, please,” she began to sob, backing away from the guards as she feared being beaten and tortured again.
“I already told you everything I know,” she tried.
“We don’t care,” said the grumpy guard and he directed her to the centre of the room. “Lie down on your stomach,” he said, while the other guard selected some ropes from the crate. Nathalie then also noticed the ropes and pulleys hanging from the ceiling and several winches attached to the wall.

“Please don’t hurt me,” she whimpered as she lied down. Moments later they tied her arms behind her back and fastened her ankles together. A rope with a hook came down from the ceiling, which was attached to the ropes around her ankles. With a yelp of fright she felt how they began to pull her up, slowly lifting her off the ground with her legs up in the air. She grunted when most of her weight ended up on her chest, flattening her breasts against the rough concrete floor.
“It hurts,” she complained with a groan. But the guards didn’t reply. They didn’t soothe her but they also didn’t bully her. They just did their job in silence. And the next thing they did was bind more ropes around her upper body, around her chest, above and under her breasts. And knots were added around her upper arms, creating a corset as it were that made it hard to breathe or move. Then finally a second rope with hook was lowered from the ceiling and attached to her arms. With a grunt she heard a winch rattle and then felt how her upper body was also lifted up from the floor. Higher they pulled her up, causing her back to arch backwards. They checked her position and corrected the height of her legs and upper body, until she was at a certain height above the floor. Her breasts were now the lowest part of her body and her nipples were pointing downward.
Nathalie whimpered and groaned, feeling very uncomfortable. The ropes that carried her weight were hurting and dangling in mid-air made her feel a little dizzy. Her arms and legs were also aching from the backwards strain on her muscles and joints. And as one of the guards rubbed her breasts, cleaning any dust she had on her skin from the floor, she winced as it felt rough and intimate. But the hardest thing was being unable to move. She tried moving, but it only resulted in her body slightly swinging, increasing her dizzy sensation.
“Please, enough,” she panted, “let me down again. I’ll do what you want.”
Again the guards didn’t answer. Instead they brought some things to her, made of black leather. She tried to keep her mouth closed when they wanted to gag her with a ball gag, but a couple of pinches in her nipples made her cry and soon she was muffled and unable to speak. Next they also pulled a leather black hood over her head, making it impossible to see.

Being unable to see and hanging in mid-air by the ropes, was scary as hell. Nathalie whimpered and gave muffled cries, each time she expected one of the guards to touch her. Or worse, hurt her in some way. But all they did was scurry around, doing unknown things.
When the door opened, Nathalie grew very quiet. She even held her breath when she heard the muffled voice of a woman. Several sounds were heard, of someone resisting and then apparently being punched in the stomach. The woman fell, or so Nathalie imagined. There was a lot of grunting noises and weak struggling. Both guards seemed to be working on her. It took quite some time, but in the end the other woman grew silent. Nathalie shivered as her mind gave her images of unimaginable cruelty, stuff she could neither confirm or deny.
Once more the guards moved to the door and another groaning woman was brought in. This one didn’t resist and lied down when the guard told her to. Vague sounds again, muffled grunts and shuffling noises. Nathalie was trembling as she realised there were now two other women in here, most likely also bound and gagged as they clearly could not speak. Maybe they also could not see. Were they also suspended? No, Nathalie could clearly hear shuffling noises of bodies moving on the floor. Though they didn’t move much.
Again the door opened and this time she heard a male voice.
“Are they ready?” the voice asked. Nathalie didn’t recognize the voice.
“Yes sir, they are ready for you,” answered one of the guards.
“Good, wait outside then. I’ll call you if I need you.”
Nathalie heard the guards leave, their footsteps leaving the room and then the door closing. She began to tremble. Being in here with a strange man, all naked and bound while suspended in the air, with two other women here, also bound and probably naked as well, it was a horrible situation.

Footsteps going around her. Then a shuffling sound.
“Do you know how you got here?”
A groan in reply. Nathalie understood he was not speaking to her, but to the other women.
“One of your friends betrayed you.”
Another groan. Nathalie held her breath.
“You can guess who of course. But don’t be angry at her. She helped you. Now the healing can begin.”
A grunt from the second woman followed.
“I think you two should thank her,” said the man cruelly. Silence from the women. Nathalie trembled. In her mind she tried to identify the women. Who were they? From their grunts and groans it was very hard to know.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” said the man. “You are getting up on your knees and then crawl to the centre of the room. And then you are going to lift up your heads and kiss your friend, who is hanging there above you, suspended in mid-air.”
The women groaned and even Nathalie could not stop herself from groaning softly.
“Ah yes, let them hear you are here,” said the man and suddenly Nathalie felt something sharp touch her thigh. The next moment a sharp pain tore through her leg and gave a loud but muffled scream as electricity made her leg shake.
“Painful, isn’t it?” said the man. “A cattle prod, thousands of volts. And no way to know where it’s going to touch any of you next.”
All the girls whimpered at this point and the shuffling sounds indicated how the other two were squirming.
“Get up,” said the man and when this apparently didn’t happen, a loud scream indicated that he had used the prod on one of the girls. More shuffling sounds followed. Then another muffled scream. Whimpering sounds and one of the girls sobbing. Sometimes the girls screamed without being prodded, simply because it was so unpredictable where it would come, they imagined it being applied somewhere. Slowly the cries, screams and groans got closer to Nathalie. She could hear them almost under her. Then she felt herself being zapped and screamed while her body shook in pain.
“Reach up,” said the man to the other women, “you can hear she is right above you. I want you to locate her breasts and kiss her nipples.”
Nathalie cringed and gave a muffled groan when she felt something bump against her right breast. The sensation of hair against her skin. Then nuzzling, something wet and warm. Lips kissing her skin, looking for her nipple. She grunted when the lips found it. Soon the same against her other breast. A scream very nearby when that girl got zapped. And then hastily planted kisses on her left breast.
“Very good. Now take that nipple in your mouth and suck on it.”
Nathalie cringed and groaned when she felt her nipples being sucked on by groaning mouths.
“Open wider,” said the man, tapping the prod against either of them and making them cry out. “Open those mouths wide and take those tits in while you suck on those nipples.”
Nathalie shuddered as she felt the sucking intensify. She could also feel the fast breathing from the noses of the two women against her skin and she got goose bumps all over. Her body shivered and she felt a tingling sensation down below. With a groan she noticed she was getting excited.
“Suck harder,” said the man and threatening with the prod he spurred the two women on. Nathalie grunted as it began to hurt, yet in a good way and she got even more excited.
“Good, now while you two reward her, I will give her some punishment, alright? Would you like that?”
The two women grunted and moaned, unclear if they agreed with that. But they kept sucking as hard as they could.
Nathalie whimpered, not sure what else was going to be done to her. Then she suddenly felt a hand on her thighs, going in between, searching her crotch. Since her legs were bound together and she was hanging inverted, her pussy wasn’t easily accessible. But since she could do nothing to resist his probing fingers, the man could still find what he was looking for and with a grunt Nathalie felt him sliding between her lips and rubbing around her swollen clitoris. The girl felt her excitement rising even higher, both from the stimulation as in response to the fear and shame she was experiencing.
“You like that, don’t you?” asked the man, while he shoved a finger inside her wet pussy. Nathalie whimpered, which could mean two things really.
“Now let’s see if you like this as well,” he said, adding something hard to her slit and then pulling his hand away. Suddenly an immense pain tore through Nathalie’s pussy as the cattle prod erupted. One of the contact points had been shoved inside her pussy, the other was resting against her pubic mound. The electricity tore through her entire crotch. Nathalie’s body shook all over while she screamed her lungs out. One of her breasts was pulled from the sucking mouths. The cattle prod pulled away from Nathalie and was applied to the woman who lost contact with her.
“Keep sucking on those tits while I zap her,” said the man. “Suck really hard so the nips don’t get pulled from your mouths.”
The three women wept as the tortured resumed. The man used the cattle prod to fuck Nathalie inside her pussy, waiting for her arousal to rise again before zapping her. The other two women sucked as hard on her nipples as they could and struggled to keep the breasts in their mouths when Nathalie convulsed. And Nathalie’s screams got louder as the pain got worse and worse.
“I think she’s close to an orgasm,” said the man cruelly and then he used his prod to make the other two women suck even harder and even bite Nathalie’s breasts. All three were sobbing by then, shaking and screaming from time to time, even without being zapped. But being zapped caused the most terrifying screams as he loved to prod all of them on the most sensitive spots, like tits, feet, neck and pussy.
 

21. Swinging Lesbians​


Nathalie felt how she was lowered by the guards, who had been called in again, and grunted when her body hit the floor. One of the guards untied some of the ropes and rolled her on her back. Around her she also heard one of the other women grunt as she was handled by the other guard. The third woman was whimpering. They were still gagged and unable to speak. All the women were handled like meat.
Nathalie was left lying there while the guards went to work on the other women. She had no idea what was happening, but the whimpers and cries of the women indicated that it was no fun. She listened and tried to interpret what was going on and the tell-tale sound of a winch made her imagine how first one and then the other were lifted up into the air, much like she herself had been hoisted up. Then it grew more silent in the room, except for the groaning sounds of the two women on either side of her, slightly above her. Nathalie could also hear the sound of ropes straining and pulleys creaking.
While the women dangled on either side of her, the guards pulled Nathalie to her feet. Her ankles were still bound and her hands were behind her back, also tied with rope, so she had some trouble balancing herself. It also didn’t help that she could not see anything. She shivered as she stood there, uncertain about what was going to happen. When strong hands touched her left breast, she cringed and tried to pull away, but a punch in her side told her to stay put. She sucked in air though her nose and tried to remain upward, while the hands resumed squeezing her breast. She felt rope against her sensitive skin and then around her breast. She grunted when they kept fiddling with her flesh for a bit, apparently not succeeding in what they wanted. Hands then pushed her upper body forward, forcing her to bend over. She whimpered when she felt the rope loop with more ease around her now hanging breast and then tighten. With a yelp she felt the pain increasing as her breast got squeezed tightly by the rope. It began to hurt even worse when the rope was wound around her breast a couple of times, tightening the ring and squashing her flesh most painfully. Sometimes she jerked with her body, especially when they were trying to tie the rope with strong knots, increasing the pressure in her breast. But each time she was jabbed in the side to keep still. Which was impossible because the pain and fear made her knees buckle.
Next they worked on her right breast as well, tying a rope around her other orb and squashing that into a tight ball of pain as well. She imagined how both her breasts were bulging into tight balls of flesh, painfully squeezed and tightened.

Finally she got to stand up straight, her chest radiating with pain. There was a throbbing sensation inside her breasts as circulation was hindered. She felt them fiddling with the ropes some more, pulling them upward from each of her breasts, until they were fastened above her head. One of the guards walked away from her and she heard the sound of a winch. She gasped as she felt a strong pull at her breasts as the ropes were pulled upward. With a grunt and a whimper she first arched her back, lifting her breasts to avoid being pulled. Then she went up on her toes, trying to ease the pain. Finally the pulling stopped and the winch was locked. But it was not the end of her ordeal as Nathalie realized and with dread she whimpered and waited, listening to the men walking around. She wanted to shout at them, what were they doing, why were they doing this and she wanted to plead with them for mercy. But nothing was spoken, making it all the more frightening. Instead she felt more fiddling with the ropes pulling at her breasts and then they stopped, stepped away and the cell door opened once more.

“Good, you are done I see,” said the voice of the man who had tortured them before. “Her tits look marvellous this way, don’t you agree?”
“Yes sir, her nipples are even more swollen now.” Nathalie recognized the rougher guard’s voice and she cringed as she heard him chuckling. The friendlier guard said nothing.
“Alright, position yourself with the other girls,” instructed the voice and Nathalie heard the guards walking to her sides, where the other two women were still clearly dangling and whimpering as well. The women gasped when they felt the hands of the guards on their bodies.
“Pull them a little sideways,” said the voice and then all three women gave muffled gasps. The two hanging women because it felt scary to be pulled sideways, but Nathalie cried out when she suddenly felt her breasts being pulled both upward and sideways as well.
“Feels weird, doesn’t it?” said the voice. “Your tits are attached to the girls hanging next to you and when they swing, the ropes will tug at your soft breasts.”
The guards let go of the two women, who grunted as they began to swing from side to side. Nathalie could hear them get closer to her, sensing also how her breasts returned to their previous state. But soon they swung away from her again, tugging her breasts sideways as well, which ached really bad. Especially since the guards apparently kept the women in motion and even increasing their movements slightly, causing the tugging to grow fiercer each time. Nathalie had trouble remaining standing on her toes and several times she almost lost her balance. The ropes tugging on her breasts both unbalanced her and pulled her back in position as well. It hurt like hell and Nathalie wept bitter tears.

Slowly the women were returned to a stationary position, but now Nathalie heard the torturer walk around them towards where she had heard the winch. She whimpered in panic when she heard the winch beginning to click.
“I think we can make this a lot more interesting yet,” said the voice, while the winch clicked and the ropes attached to Nathalie’s breasts begin to pull her up even higher. The girl gave a loud but muffled scream as she fled up to the very tips of her toes, barely able to touch the floor. Her breasts were pulled upward, the ropes almost lifting her up entirely.
“Just a little bit more,” teased the voice. “Do you think your tits can hold your weight?” the winch was halted at this point and Nathalie tried with all her strength to keep balancing on the tips of her toes, whimpering, crying and grunting.
“How much does she weight, actually?” asked the voice. The friendly guard answered. “She weighs 53 kilogram and she’s 1.60 meters tall.”
“She looks taller right now,” mused the voice and he chuckled. “Now let’s make her fly and see how strong her tits really are.”
With a muffled scream Nathalie heard the winch resume and then fire erupted in her breasts as her entire weight came hanging from her most sensitive flesh. It felt like her breasts were being torn off when her toes lost contact with the floor. She felt her upper body being pulled upward, her back arching backwards and her legs trampled while reaching in vain for the ground. Higher she still went, while the men clearly ignored her panicked and muffled screams. The other women whimpered and wept hearing Nathalie’s predicament.

“Now, let’s make them swing,” said the voice. The guards pulled both the girls to the right side and Nathalie gave a muffled cry when she was also pulled to her right by the ropes she was dangling from. As the woman swung back to the left side, so did Nathalie. Her breasts were pulled upward of course, but also from left to right and back again by the swinging motion which the guards kept constant. The women whimpered, cried and grunted, but Nathalie screamed as loud as possible and her body convulsed as she tried to cope with the tremendous pain in her breasts. It got even worse when they reversed the movements of one of the girls, which resulted in Nathalie’s breasts being pulled away from each other as the two girls swung away from her.
Suddenly she jumped as there was a hand on her thigh. And then a voice in her ear.
“Cum for me and I will release you all,” said the voice and then there was the angry buzzing of a vibrator, which suddenly was pushed against Nathalie’s crotch. With a gasp and a cry she felt the intense stimulation of her slit, which grew even more intense when the man used his finger to spread her lips to push the vibrator directly against her clitoris. Nathalie buckled and convulsed as she felt such a fierce stimulation on her lower body, while it still felt as if her breasts were painfully being torn from her body. The stimulation was in a way also painful.

After a few minutes fruitless trying to bring the tortured girl to an orgasm, the men also realized this was not going to work. They let Nathalie down until she could stand on her feet again and then she could hear how the other girls got lowered as well. Nathalie sobbed and was shaking all over, her breasts still aching bad, but at least not as overwhelming as before. She listened as her friends got released, or at least, that’s what it sounded like. Soon she heard them being helped up to their feet and as they got pushed up against Nathalie, the voice gave them instruction.
“Help the girl by sucking on her tits again,” he ordered and the two women were motivated by quick touches with the cattle prod. Nathalie gasped as she soon felt two mouths once more attaching themselves to her nipples, which was a really weird sensation. Her breasts were still on fire and her nipples also felt like they could burst. And yet the warm mouths were very stimulating.
“Cum for me,” said the voice from behind her and the vibrator was pressed between her legs, digging into her slit. Nathalie gasped and her knees buckled, resulting in a painful jerk on the ropes still attached to her tits. Her body became really conflicted now. She was flooded with ecstatic feelings and yet she also was overwhelmed with the pain in her breasts. But slowly the sucking and the vibrating began to win from the pain, which grew less as her body was flooded with natural endorphins. Shaking all over the girl groaned and panted, sweat dripping from her face and chest, her skin bright red and her legs trembling.
“On my mark,” said the voice, while the man licked her earlobe and he pressed the vibrator almost into her vagina, which was so wet, the natural lubricant ran down the insides of her trembling thighs. When Nathalie finally erupted into a massive orgasm, her body started to convulse and she almost lost her balance entirely. The girls held her somewhat upright, by tugging at her nipples with their mouths and by leaning into her. But as the girl gave a muffled cry in orgasmic ecstasy, the man behind her gave the guard a signal. Suddenly pain tore through Nathalie’s breasts while the winch rattled and she was quickly lifted up into the air again.
“Keep sucking!” instructed the man to the whimpering women. Nathalie screamed when she felt her feet once again lose contact with the floor. Her chest exploded in pain. But at the same time her orgasm rippled through her abdomen and the man clearly wanted to prolong that as he jammed the large vibrator into her wet slit and began to fuck her with it.
“You love this, don’t you?” he laughed while he jabbed the vibrator at various angles into her convulsing vagina. Nathalie hollered and kicked with her legs as she was torn apart by extreme pain and several more most intense orgasms. Then everything went dark for her and as the other women were pulled away, her unconscious body was lowered to the floor. When she woke up again, she was carried through the corridors of the institute. Her eyes were no longer covered, but she never got a glimpse of the other two women or the mysterious voice of their cruel torturer.
 

22. Severity​

They didn’t bring her back to her cell, she was instead moved to another wing of the building. They told her this ward was called ‘Severity’, as it housed the most heinous of all criminals. Her new cell was slightly larger than the previous one had been, but the setup was mostly the same. It had a simple bunk with a blanket, a toilet and a washing table. The only difference was the set of rings attached to the wall, both at the top and at the bottom. Nathalie didn’t pay attention to that though and crawled on the bunk to cover herself with the blanket. They had not given her any new clothes to wear and she felt cold. She also felt sore all over and once they left her alone, she wept bitter tears.

“How are you feeling?” asked the guard in the evening, after he put down the food tray on the floor. This was the guard who had been friendly with her before and she welcomed the chance for a little conversation.
“I feel terrible,” she sighed. “I hurt all over and I… betrayed my friends.”
“You didn’t stand a chance,” replied the guard, “they would just have kept torturing you until you gave the names.” He didn’t say her friends were still free and this made it clear she had indeed been tortured along with two of her friends.
“Here, I brought something to apply to the irritated areas,” he then said, showing her a small jar with cream. The irritated areas he was referring to were the areas where the ropes had damaged her skin, but also her swollen nipples, which were damaged from the severe sucking. Her breasts were red and itchy, though luckily not torn anywhere. She thanked him and took the jar from him. He told her she could not keep the jar and had to apply the cream right away. She used it on herself while the guard squatted in front of her and watched her apply it to her naked breasts.
“What’s your name?” she asked while gently massaging her sore nipples.
“Fisher,” he said.
“How did you come to work here?” she continued, trying to make it less awkward that he was watching her rub herself with cream. He shrugged in response.
“I began working for the party at some point, security and such. It went from there and before I knew it I was working as a guard here.”
“Don’t you hate working for them?” she asked.
“Don’t get me wrong,” he said with a stern expression on his face. “I am loyal to the party.”
“Yeah, but you’re a lot nicer than your colleague,” Nathalie tried.
“Maybe,” he said, “but in a way you’re right. I hate seeing the things they do to women here. Though some of you actually deserve it.”
“Do you think I deserved to be tortured?”
“I don’t know, it’s not my job to judge you. But … it’s kind of hard to see you suffer like that.”
Nathalie nodded and sighed while she handed the jar back to him.
“Thanks for helping,” she said.

Nathalie hardly slept that night. Not just because of physical discomfort, but also because she was really worried about her friends. Were they being tortured further? Were they also in a cell now? Would they ever forgive her for spilling the beans? She could not put it out of her mind and when morning came, she felt tired and miserable. Soon however she would feel a lot worse, because the cell door opened and the two guards entered, not bringing her breakfast, but something way worse.

The girl protested in vain when they pulled her from the bunk and dragged her to the opposite wall, where they tied her naked body to the rings attached to the stones. Her arms were up and her legs were spread, wrists and ankles tied with straps, while she faced the wall.
“What are you doing, please?” she whimpered in panic.
“I’m sorry,” whispered Fisher in her ear.
The door opened again and the inquisitor entered. He inspected her to see if she was firmly attached to the wall and then he handed a cane to the more brutal guard.
“Four strokes to her buttocks,” he said and the guard nodded while taking position.
“What? Wait, no!?” she exclaimed, looking over her shoulder in panic and seeing the man taking aim at her behind with a long flexible cane. He tapped a few times on her buttocks, making her flesh jiggle and causing her to yelp. Then he drew back and slapped her buttocks hard. The girl fled up on her toes and cried out. The cry was followed by a scream, as the pain of the initial stroke, took a moment to register.
“GAAAH, please, no, stop!” she screamed but the cane was raised a second time and struck her even harder. She screamed on the top of her lungs and her knees buckled, causing her to hang by her arms. Again the cane was raised up and struck down hard on her buttocks, which were already showing thick red welts. She tried to turn away, but it was in vain. And as she danced on her toes, the fourth stroke hit her, setting her butt ablaze.

“Turn her around,” said the inquisitor unmoved by her predicament and crying. The guards released the weeping girl, turned her around and fastened her wrists and ankles to the rings again. She pleaded with Fisher to let her go, but he apologized, saying softly there was nothing her could do about it.
“Four strokes to the chest,” said the inquisitor and the guard with the cane positioned himself. Nathalie cringed and tried to squirm herself out of the way when the cane was held against her breasts. But her movements were very limited and she could not avoid the blow of the cane when it struck her across the chest. She screamed in utter agony when the flexible cane flattened her breasts against her chest and made the fleshy orbs bounce. This was even worse than the striking blows on her behind, which were already more painful than she could ever imagine. An angry red welt appeared across the soft skin of her breasts before a second blow hit her. The girl almost fainted when the pain cleaved through her breasts, which were still barely healed from the earlier torture. She wept and shook all over while in quick succession the next two blows were delivered to her chest and then it was over. The girl hung sobbing by her arms, shaking and trembling all over, while Fisher began removing the cuffs from her ankles.
“Can I take care of her?” he asked the inquisitor. The other guard scoffed, but the inquisitor gave permission.
“Pick her up,” he said, “and make sure she recovers. Tomorrow morning she will get the same punishment.” Then he and the other guard left, leaving Nathalie in the care of Fisher.
 

23. Service​

“I am sorry,” said Fisher, while he applied some cream to the red welts covering her breasts. The girl was lying on her bunk, weeping and shaking from the intense punishment she just suffered.
“Why?” she sobbed, “why are they doing this to me?”
“Here in Severity you get punished on a daily basis,” replied the man. “They call it service. I am sorry, there’s nothing I can do about it. Yesterday they didn’t want to bother you after the previous torture and I didn’t mention it because I didn’t want to worry you too much.”
“Thanks,” Nathalie nodded as she understood. She wiped the tears from her eyes and inspected her own breasts.
“There won’t be any scars,” said Fisher assuring.
“Will they do it again tomorrow?” she asked anxiously. The guard nodded and when she once again broke into tears, he sat down next to her and pulled her against him. For a while he comforted her and she gave in to his care, feeling too miserable to refuse the comfort.
“Does it still hurt?” he asked after a while. She nodded.
“I can help a little with that,” he said, “if you want to.” She looked up at him when he moved a hand between her legs. She blushed when she felt his fingers on her slit. Normally she’d definitely push him away, but she understood how arousal would help her in this case and with a blush on her face she closed her eyes and let him finger her. To her own amazement it didn’t take long at all to get aroused and soon she was clutching him, burying her face against his chest while his fingers rubbed gently through her slit and around her clitoris. With a moan she felt an orgasm rising and then she trembled as she climaxed in a most calming way. She sighed deeply as she calmed down, grateful that the pain had indeed diminished a lot.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
“You’re welcome,” he said, still holding her in a comforting way.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked softly.
“I don’t know,” he replied. “You kind of remind me of my sister. She’s also a bit rebellious at times.”
“I bet you don’t masturbate your sister and you don’t get an erection when you comfort her,” she smiled, having noticed the bulge in his pants.
“Well, you’re not my sister,” he smiled, “and you’re quite pretty.”
“Sorry, I am a lesbian,” she shrugged, as if to say she could not help him with the erection. But he tilted his head and reminded her of the blowjobs she had been giving in the gay-ward previous week.
“I’d appreciate a blowjob,” he added, “but only if you want to.”

It was not something Nathalie would even consider under normal circumstances, but she wasn’t quite herself at this point. And in a way she felt like she owed the man and needed a friend. She climbed off him and knelt before him while he opened his trousers. Taking his erect penis in one hand and cupping his balls with the other, she kissed the tip and took him in her mouth. She would never get used to this and she retched as she continued to suck on him, finding the taste and smell quite repugnant. But she did a good job and he quickly became more erect and hot, before spraying a big load of cum in her mouth.

“Please, keep it in your mouth a bit longer,” he said, gently placing a hand on her head while his penis was still twitching and leaking more cum into her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow, wincing at the strong and revolting taste of his semen. Only when his penis had become very small and limp, did he pull her up and kissed her on the forehead.
“Thank you,” he said. “I’ll see if I can get you something better to eat today.”

The next morning Nathalie was visited by the two guards and the inquisitor again. Fisher and the other guard, who was called Karl she learned this time, tied her to the wall and this time it was the inquisitor himself who used the cane on her. Once again she was caned four times on her butt and another four strokes were delivered to her breasts. It hurt just as bad as the day before, but now that she knew what to expect, she didn’t weep as much and she wasn’t as desperate either. The pain was of course still bad enough to make her shiver and feel utterly miserable, which meant that she once again welcomed the care of Fisher all too eagerly. He once again took care of her bruises and he masturbated her again to help her deal with the pain. And again he asked for a blowjob, which she reluctantly gave him.
“Tomorrow might be tougher,” sighed the guard once they were done.
“How so?” she asked worried.
“The inquisitor thinks you are getting it too easy and he ordered us to hit you more and harder tomorrow.” Nathalie felt the tears leaping to her eyes and Fisher used his fingers to wipe them away.
“I’ll see if I can work around it,” he said softly and once again kissed her on her forehead.

The third day the guards came in and Karl announced they would give her six strokes on both her buttocks and her breasts this time. Fisher had helped to tie Nathalie to the wall and now he offered to give the girl the strokes.
“I can do it,” he said, “You go get some coffee and a cigarette.”
Karl looked at him suspiciously, but handed the cane over to him, shrugged and left. Fisher got ready to strike the girl, but said he would only hit her twice on her butt and breasts.
“I do need to strike you in case they check if the bruises are there.”
Nathalie understood and let him do his job. Fisher kept word and indeed struck the girl twice on her buttocks and after adjusting her position, also twice on her breasts. The strokes were much gentler than before and once she was released, Nathalie thanked him with tears in her eyes from gratitude.
Fisher took care of her, though it wasn’t as necessary as before. But this time he didn’t settle for a blowjob in return.
“I want to fuck you,” he said.
“No man has ever fucked me,” she replied softly.
“There’s a first time for everything,” he said while he made her lie down on the bunk with her shoulders against the wall and her legs spread wide.

Nathalie blushed from her hair to her chest as she spread herself wide open for the man. She had never been fucked by a man and nothing about it seemed exciting to her. She dreaded it as much as she felt disgusted by it. And when Fisher aimed his erect ugly penis at her crotch, she suddenly moved her hand to protect herself.
“Please,” she pleaded with him to spare her this. But he moved her hand out of the way and pressed his cock against her slit.
“You said you hated rape and wouldn’t rape me!” she exclaimed with some despair.
“Let me do this and I will continue to keep you from being hurt,” he said. He was panting slightly as he was clearly very aroused. Nathalie felt torn as she really wanted to keep him as an ally and she needed his help. In despair she put her hand in front of her eyes and let him continue.
The girl gasped when she felt his hard and swollen cock push into her tight vagina. Gods, this was so much bigger than her favourite pink little vibrator had been. And she gasped as he kept pushing in more and more, until she felt something ache inside her abdomen. She lifted her head and gazed at the cock sticking inside her bottom and gasped as he wasn’t even fully into her yet.
“Careful,” she gasped, “it hurts, you are too deep.”
“Already at your cervix,” grunted the man. “You aren’t very deep, are you.”
He slowly begin to fuck her, trying not to bump too hard against her inner seal and grunting all the time as he was amazed how tight she was clenching around his cock. It didn’t take much to make him go over the edge and with a loud grunt he erupted inside her. Nathalie bit her lip and closed her eyes, tears running down her cheeks as she felt his cock twitching and throbbing and then a warmth spreading inside her vagina. This was so much worse than being deflowered with a vibrator, she silently concluded. She felt soiled, raped, abused, betrayed…

“I think you’re not giving her what’s she needs,” said Karl when Fisher tried to send him away the next day as well. “She’s got eight strokes coming today. How many did you give her yesterday.”
Fisher assured him he had given her what they were ordered but Karl didn’t believe him.
“You are fucking her, aren’t you?”
Fisher protested, but Karl was convinced.
“I want what you gave him,” he said while turning towards the girl.
Nathalie felt depressed and unable to say anything. She didn’t trust Fisher anymore and Karl was somebody she feared. So he didn’t need to threaten her much before she lied down on the bunk and spread her legs to let him fuck her. And after Karl fucked her, Fisher fucked her as well.

For three days the two guards fucked her, sometimes several times a day. They never said anything and Fisher didn’t even try to convince her he was still protecting her. They even fucked her anus and at some point they fucked her from both sides, sandwiched in between the two men. Nathalie was too depressed to protest and just wished it would all end soon.

They also caned her every day and since she now cooperated, she wasn’t even cuffed anymore. At first they caned her two strokes to either side, to cover their tracks as they explained. But since she didn’t bruise as much this way, they increased the number of strokes next day to four and the third day to six on both butt and breasts. Nathalie was feeling very desperate by then but still allowed them to both strike and fuck her. What other choice did she have?
 

24. Chloe’s memory​

It was early in the morning when Nathalie was awoken by the guards. But this time they didn’t come to cane and fuck her. They carried a metal contraption into her cell. It was made of black metal and consisted of a square plate with a long metal bar attached to it. They placed the plate in the middle of her cell, with the bar standing up like a pole. Another man entered, dressed in a grey workers uniform. He immediately ogled Nathalie, who was still naked of course. She quickly pulled up the blanket to cover herself. The workman shrugged, put down his tools and picked up a drill. The girl was startled when he used the drill to make holes in the concrete floor, using the four holes of the metal plate as a guide for positioning. So much noise! Nathalie winced and sneezed as the dust from the drilling was quite uncomfortable. The guards just stood by, blocking the exit of the cell and watched the worker fixing the metal contraption.
After drilling all the holes the worker inserted special heavy duty plugs and screws and fastened them tightly. When he was finished, the black metal contraption was solidly fixed to the floor. The man then gathered his tools and left. Fisher used a broom to collect the dust and sweep the floor as best as possible. Nathalie watched it all with big eyes and a terrible apprehension. Without any explanation, the guards left, closing the door behind them.

Nathalie inspected the contraption. It was solidly fixed and she could not move it. The pole was squared and reached halfway up to her thighs. Over the entire length of the pole were holes at regular intervals of 5 cm. She rubbed a finger along the pole, unable to figure out what it was for. But it made her nervous.
The door opened again and the inquisitor stepped inside.
“We have something for you,” he said and stepping aside she noticed Karl behind him carrying something quite large. Suddenly she grew very pale. It was another metal object, a long pole which was rounded and by the looks of it heavy as well. And she recognized it. Mainly because there was a large 3 painted on it at the bottom. She gasped and moved back against the wall while shaking her head.
“Oh, no, please no…” she whimpered, pulling the blanket tightly around herself.
“I see you recognize it. That doesn’t surprise me, considering what we found on your laptop.” The inquisitor gestured at the guard to step in and place the cylinder over the black metal pole.
“A nice stainless steel bollard sleeve with a semi-domed tip. Originally designed for use on the street, with a diameter of 6 centimetres and 90 centimetre tall. And as you have seen, it has other uses than regulating traffic,” commented the inquisitor dryly.
Nathalie shivered when she watched how the guard slid the cylinder down over the black pole, causing it to make clanking noises, until it reached the ground plate. The guard stepped out of the cell again to fetch something else. When he came back he placed a bucket with water next to the contraption and dropped a sponge, a rag and a bottle with polishing solution next to it.
“This is exactly the same pole that was used with Chloe Waterhouse,” said the inquisitor. “It hasn’t been used since, so you can imagine how much dust it has collected.” He rubbed a finger across the rounded top of the metal tube and looked at his finger and the dirt it had collected.
“Clearly not fit to use in this state, so we will give you time to clean it. Give it a good wash and afterwards polish it until it shines like new.” He turned towards Nathalie who looked pale and was visibly trembling.
“I don’t want to,” she answered with a small voice. “Please, don’t make me do this.”
“You have no say in this,” said the inquisitor while brushing off his hands. “This is punishment. Though you might actually look forward to experience what Chloe did a couple of years ago. After all, it was something you watched frequently on your laptop. Probably masturbated to it as well. Anyways, do a good job and we might dispense with the caning.”
“Please don’t do this to me,” gasped Nathalie while dropping to her knees. Tears leapt to her eyes as she pleaded for mercy. “Please, I beg of you…” she sobbed, the tears rolling down her cheeks.
“I thought you were a fan,” said the inquisitor while the guard left the cell. “but it doesn’t matter. I was pleased to discover this device was not recycled and now that we have retrieved it, I plan to put it to good use. Maybe even with your friends. Maybe they’re as much a fan of this as you are.”
Nathalie stared shocked at his unmoved facial expression. This was too much of a surprise and too overwhelming to take it right away. What was he saying? That she and her friends were going to be punished the same way as Chloe had been?
“Please,” she whispered, stuttering as she was unable to formulate her thoughts very well.
“Clean it, or we’ll shove it in one of your friends, uncleaned and as deadly as possible.” The man pointed at the cylinder and seeing how it upset the girl greatly, he turned and left, locking the cell-door behind him. Nathalie curled up and wept openly.

Nathalie moved to her bunk and curled up there, feeling miserable and scared. She had indeed watched the video quite often, so she knew exactly how terrible the use of the cylinder had been. Chloe had suffered greatly, not just from the caning. But despite the pity she had always felt for Chloe, and the shock she had felt about it all, the scene had also greatly aroused her and she had masturbated to the footage many times over, just as the cruel inquisitor had guessed. Now this came back to haunt her and she felt punished for it.
It took a while before she stopped crying and was able to sit back up again. She looked at the pole standing silently and ominously in the centre of her cell. She shivered as she felt the devilish object was waiting for her. Slowly she got to her feet and approached it. As she came closer, she noticed it reached up well above her hips. The thing was so ominous and threatening. Nathalie felt sick when she looked at the rounded top of the cylinder, that was ominously wide. And there were indeed dried stains on it. With a gasp she suddenly realized that might be blood from Chloe. And suddenly she longed to clean the thing, wash away the pain Chloe had suffered. She went to her knees and using the sponge and the water she began washing the pole. With tears in her eyes she soaked the metal cylinder and washed off the dust, dirt and dried remains of its previous use. And each time the cylinder tilted a little because of her use of the sponge, she heard the terrifying clanking sound that sent shivers down her spine.
She ended by carefully placing her hand on top of the cylinder, sensing the cold metal and the smoothness of the surface. She also noticed how wide this thing really was. It was incredible how Chloe had taken this inside her body. The thing was as wide as a beer can. She knew, because she had measured it at home at some point. And she had masturbated with a can, of course not able to get any of it inside her, by rubbing herself against the cold metal. The idea of penetrating herself with something as wide as that, had always baffled her. And yes, it had also excited her greatly, impossible as it seemed.
Nathalie felt sick with the idea of them forcing her to try this on for real. It was unimaginable and she expected it would hurt beyond belief. And yet even now, on her knees in front of the cylinder, she felt aroused. The familiar tingling sensation between her legs told her that her pussy was getting wet.

Suddenly she got to her feet and after dropping her blanket, she pressed herself against the metal cylinder. She pressed her stomach against the cold surface and noticed how it reached halfway up to her belly button. Even on her toes it was impossible to reach the top of the pole with her pussy. Still, the sensation of the cold metal against her thighs and pubic area were enough to send shivers down her spine. But not the pole itself. She closed her eyes and sighed. In her mind she saw Chloe, naked and struggling, her breasts swaying. Another shiver ran through her and she used her fingers to masturbate herself with the image of Chloe in her mind and the cold metal pressed against her legs. With a groan she felt her arousal rising further.
“Oh Chloe,” she whimpered softly and she realized, not for the first time, that she was not so much aroused by the pole, but by Chloe. She was in love with the girl and had been for a long time. And she had never been closer to her than now. Using her hips she rode up against the pole while fingering her clit and with a gasp she suddenly climaxed. It was a very intense orgasm, that made her knees buckle. She let herself fall back on her bunk while panting and shivering all over. Then she broke down in tears again, weeping for Chloe, weeping for herself and also weeping for what she had just done. What was wrong with her? Pulling her blanket around herself, she once more curled up and broke down into miserable sobbing.
 

25. The Bollard​

All morning Nathalie was left alone with the cylinder in her cell. She had more than enough time to clean it thoroughly and even polish it until it shone like new. She had taken it off the stand and had even looked inside, which was as she expected not as clean and smooth as the outside. But she felt no urge to clean the inside as well. Instead she put it flat on her bunk and lied down with it, hugging the cold metal and folding her legs around it. She imagined Chloe was with her and she closed her eyes. But the cold metal didn’t comfort her and she herself wasn’t comforted either.

With a heavy heart she fitted the heavy cylinder back over the black pole and cleaned it one final time. She had noticed the gradient scale on the sides of the thing of course and noticed how it went down halfway the massive cylinder. She looked at the markings and standing up and pressing herself against it, she felt how far down her pussy was. Checking the gradient she noticed it reached 14 cm up from her vaginal entrance to the top if she stood on flat feet. Then she watched how far down the 30 cm mark was. That was how far Chloe had taken it in at the end. Nathalie felt tears leaping to her eyes as she stared astonished at the amount that cylinder had reached inside her. How could she have survived that? With dread she imagined how much that would have hurt.

Suddenly she heard the key in the door and she leapt to her feet, withdrawing to the farthest corner of her cell, wrapping her blanket tightly around herself. Karl and the inquisitor stepped inside.
“Are you ready?” asked the man in the black uniform while he inspected the girl. In the meantime Karl checked the cylinder and declared she had done a good job.
“Excellent,” said the inquisitor, “time to receive your punishment.”
“No, no, please, don’t do this to me, I beg you,” she prayed while going on her knees again. “I’ll do anything, please.” She watched with wet eyes how the guard had opened a flask and squirted a thick layer of gel on top of the pole. A strong scent of menthol drifted through the cell.
“Come on,” said the inquisitor while holding out his hand to her. “It’s time to accept your responsibility. Your actions have led to this.”
Nathalie broke into tears and wept as she got pulled to her feet. The inquisitor took her by the hand and guided her towards the ominous cylinder in the centre of the cell. Through her tears she saw the guard placing two wooden crates against to the base of the pole. The girl pulled back and cried out.
“No, you can’t make me do this!” she cried out.
“Listen, remember Chloe? It will be easier for you than for Chloe,” said the inquisitor, while guiding her back to the cylinder. “we won’t cane you and also there’s no audience.”
But Nathalie furiously shook her head and dropped down in the corner of her cell.
“You’re crazy…” she mumbled, “there’s no way.”
“Well, if that doesn’t persuade you,” said the inquisitor, “I bet your friends can. Do you wish to see one of your friends, who undoubtedly were your lovers at some point, sit down on this uncomfortable seat of justice?”
“We were not lovers,” Nathalie cried out in response.
“Like we care,” said the man while shrugging towards Karl, who chuckled.
“AAAH,” the girl screamed, frustrated and scared.
“You can scream all you want, all day long,” said the man as he approached her again. “But someone is going to sit on this pole and if it’s one of your friends, you get to watch her the entire time and dry her tears while you explain it was you who betrayed her and also you who condemned her.”

Nathalie was finally persuaded and got up. The inquisitor took her blanket and guided her naked towards the ominous setup. She felt the tears running down her face and she blinked in an attempt to see better. Her knees were buckling as she approached the shiny object. She understood how it was better to cooperate or at least try, but she was scared out of her mind. With a heavy heart and dizzy mind she put her right foot on the crate and whimpered as the inquisitor helped her step up with her left foot as well. The cylinder was now below her, almost between her legs.
“Please,” she begged again with a hoarse voice and a sob while she looked down at the object. The inquisitor pushed her a bit forward to straddle the metal thing. It felt cold against her inner thighs and she shivered in anticipation. The guard knelt in front of her and he lifted the cylinder a little until the rounded tip bumped against her crotch. She gasped and fled up on her toes. The cylinder followed and was then fixed with a metal pin to stay up on the metal stand. Nathalie wept as she felt the cold metal cylinder head pressing against her sex. Then she gasped as there was also another sensation, quickly rising in her crotch area where she had been touched by the object.
“Ah, what’s that feeling?” she gasped.
“The lubricant. It has some strong muscle relaxant mixed with oil,” explained the guard.
Nathalie touched the pole and brought her hand to her nose to smell the lubricant. Her eyes started to water, so strong was the scent of menthol.
“Use your fingers to rub some of the lubricant into your slit,” instructed the inquisitor while helping her balance while going even higher up on her toes.
“It will hurt,” whimpered the girl. But she had no choice but to comply. With trembling fingers she scooped some of the gel from the cold metal and smeared it on her crotch, working it with trembling fingers between her lips. She gasped when she immediately felt it starting to burn.
“Why does it burn so much?” she gasped.
“Because of the menthol, camphor and capsicum,” explained the guard. He showed her the red flask, which had a horse on it and a red pepper. There was also a warning to keep it away from sensitive areas.
“Please, make it stop,” she cried as the burning sensation got even more fierce.
“Apply some more,” said the inquisitor lifting her arm forward. The guard poured more of the gel on her hand.
“Work it into you pussy, especially on the muscles around the entrance,” he instructed.
Nathalie complained and wanted to refuse, but they kept urging her to continue. Finally she complied and with a trembling hand she worked her fingers inside her slit to deliver the burning substance there as well.
“Oh God,” she gasped as she fingered herself and felt the burning feeling getting even more fierce. Her crotch came on fire and she began to sweat and blush, while she had goose bumps all over her skin.
“Very good, now pull your lips wide and press down against the pole.”
“Please,” she whimpered once more, looking at the inquisitor with begging and crying eyes.
“Come on,” he said, slapping her buttocks.
“But it can never fit,” she wept. With a sob she parted her aching lips with her fingers and pressed her slit against the cold metal surface. That coldness was actually a relief as it soothed the burning a sensation a little. But as she had now pressed her slit against the object, she could clearly feel how huge it was.
“There’s no way,” she wept.
“Wiggle your hips and massage your pussy on top of the pole,” instructed the inquisitor. The girl obeyed and made her vulva slide across the rounded top. That in itself didn’t feel too bad, but sensing how far she could slip in several directions was a clear indication of how wide this pole was compered to her slit.

The inquisitor came standing behind her, hands on her hips, guiding her movements. Even now he was taller than she was, despite that she was standing on wooden crates and on her toes.
“Tilt your pelvis,” he said, while guiding her. “And now slide back a little.” He reached from behind between her legs and used his fingers to guide her vaginal opening against the edge at the back of the rounded top.
“Here,” he said, “you’re in position. Now push your pussy against the edge.”
“Oh God,” she whimpered because when she pushed a little harder, she immediately felt how her pussy got wedged open by the unyielding object.
“Use your fingers to pull your lips along the edge,” he said.
“Ah..” she gasped, barely able to even find her lips anymore as they were pushed inward by the huge object. She had to use her fingertips to trace her lips and help them fold around the metal object.
“Good, now push harder,” said the inquisitor who felt how at the back her pussy had folded over the metal edge. By pushing forward, the rounded top wedged even further into her tight opening.
Nathalie pushed and gasped as she felt her vaginal entrance stretching wider and wider. It began to hurt real bad and she whimpered and cried almost continuously. Suddenly there was a sharp stinging sensation and she quickly pulled back.
“Ah, please… it will tear me,” she wept while she rubbed her sore vulva with her hand. With the cold metal no longer touching her sensitive skin, the burning sensation of the lubricant took over again and she was shaking from the pain.
“Try again,” said the inquisitor, “you were almost there.”

Repeatedly Nathalie pressed her slit against the pole, trying to wedge the massive object into her tight vagina opening, but each time she failed to accomplish entry.
“It hurts too much,” she sobbed, blubbering with tears streaming down her cheeks. “Please, don’t you see it can’t fit?”
“I will help you push this time,” said the inquisitor.
“But I will tear!” she exclaimed.
“Nonsense, you can easily fit this in.”
Once more she approached the pole with her pelvis tilted backwards, her slit pushing against the rim of the pole top. The inquisitor made sure to manipulate her flesh around the metal rim, so the large object once again began to wedge into her tight vaginal opening. Then the man put his hands on her hips and began to push her forward, pressing her tight slit harder against the pole.
“GAAAAH,” she screamed when she felt the pain in her crotch rising fast. Her flesh got pushed to the sides and slowly but surely the metal rounded top slipped into the tight opening. Her vaginal entrance stretched open wide to fit around the massive intruder. Her flesh folded around the edges of the round top and when the inquisitor made her tilt her pelvis in the opposite direction, her vaginal entrance closed around the broad metal pole.
Nathalie held her breath and stared into the distance while she tried to cope with the enormous strain in her crotch. Nothing could have prepared her for this sensation. It was the most intense thing she had ever felt.
“You’re there,” said the inquisitor. “Now slowly lower yourself a little bit.” He kept guiding her and as she lowered herself a little bit, she gasped as she felt the metal monster sliding in deeper, reaching past the vaginal entrance and into her much more flexible inner vagina.
“See, that doesn’t hurt any worse. It is easier now the muscles of your vaginal entrance are fitted around it.”
While keeping his hands on her hips, the inquisitor tilted her pelvis a little forward, aligning the cylinder better with her tight vagina. And he made her swivel a little to make her feel how her stretched vaginal entrance could slip tightly around the cold metal pole. Within moments she could lower herself on flat feet, still standing on the blocks of course. She felt so full, it was insane. But the cold metal actually felt good against her burning flesh.
In her mind she saw Chloe and again she wept. This was how it must have felt to her also.
 

26. Stretching​

“You have to step down from the crates,” said the inquisitor. “Just lift your left foot up and he will pull it away.”
“I can’t,” whimpered Nathalie. “I can’t take it any deeper than this.” She held her hands on her lower abdomen as if she wanted to stop the pain. Her vagina was burning with the liniment gel and also aching really bad from being spread open so wide. It felt like she might have torn something. And now they wanted her to take the massive cold metal pole even deeper? She was panicking.
“Here, let’s do it another way then,” said the inquisitor. He wrapped his arms around her small frame from behind and lifted her up. The girl screamed and tried to fight him off, but the crates were pulled from under her feet the moment her weight was no longer on them. With another scream she reached down with her toes, trying to find support and stop her descent while the inquisitor lowered her. With a gasp for air she felt the pole reaching deeper into her when her body was lowered. There was a terrible cramp rising in the upper region of her vagina. Then her toes touched the floor and she straightened herself as much as possible. The girl retched and panted, feeling how she was so stuffed she had trouble breathing.
“Oh God, no pl…please,” she gasped, gagging in fear when the inquisitor let go of her. He stepped away and walked around her, looking at her naked trembling body from all directions. She was clutching her abdomen in fear and looked at the man with begging eyes and wide open mouth. Tears dripped down her cheeks
“We’ll give you some time to adjust,” he said and after the guard made sure there was nothing in reach for her, they both left the cell. Nathalie wailed as she saw the door closing and heard the locking mechanism close her in.

Her balance was precarious and already she felt cramps in her calves. Standing on her toes was not easy. Trying to find a better balance resulted in moving her body enough to make the metal cylinder tilt with a clanking sound, sending tremors through her abdomen. Her vagina was aching so bad and she was very afraid.
Here she was, 1.60 cm tall, standing on her toes, with a big fat metal pole stuck in her vagina. The 6 cm width of the pole hurt quite bad already, but the liniment oil that they had used to lubricate her, was burning so bad, she felt as if she was on fire down below. The cold metal felt soothing though, which was the only good thing about this. Tears streamed down her face. This was in no way pleasurable and she regretted ever having been turned on by this idea.
“I am so sorry Chloe,” she sobbed, “I had no idea it hurt so bad!”
She now felt guilty for every time she had masturbated to Chloe’s ordeal. She was disgusted by herself.

Sensing how her leg muscles were getting tired, made her look for ways to escape the ordeal. But no matter how she tried to lift a leg or grasp the pole with her hands, she had no way to lift herself up. Every movement hurt and yet she felt she was heading for the inevitable. At some point she would have to lower herself on flat feet, adding more depth to the terrible penetration of her body. Desperately she tried to estimate her chances. Touching with her fingers she felt how obscenely wide her pussy was spread around the smooth pole. If she lowered herself further, her vagina would undoubtedly tear, she thought.
She tried to figure out how deep the pole reached inside of her. With the cylinder in lowest position, it reached 90 centimetres high. They had placed it one notch higher, which she could see if she bent over a little, seeing the metal rod fitted through the holes in the stand below her. That would mean it was at least 5 cm up and since she already could not reach the top of the cylinder when it was lowest, she estimated it would now reach around 14 cm inside her, assuming she had raised herself 5 cm on her toes. If she lowered herself on flat feet, it would most definitely become 18 or maybe 20 cm. She broke into tears again and was trembling all over. How could her vagina hold this much already and how could it ever hold more? She shifted herself a little, in an attempt to stop her calves from cramping, and sensed the ache deeper inside her abdomen. It had felt the same when Fisher and Karl had fucked her. The pole was pressing painfully against her cervix. And it had done so earlier already, she realized, meaning her vagina had stretched more than she imagined possible. Maybe she could take more. She felt she had no choice anyways, as her legs began to tremble more and more and she had increasing cramps in her calves.

Nathalie panted in panic as she began to lower herself a little, taking the weight off her aching legs. As her heels came down, her body sank down as well and with a cry of pain and fear she felt the massive metal pole stretch her aching vagina higher up. Again she retched and felt sick. It felt like she was slowly being split in two. She quickly got up on her toes again and tilted her hips to make it hurt less. But cramps shot though her legs and again she had to try and lower herself. This time she got a little lower still, a deep and burning ache rising in her abdomen. But the pain didn’t flare up as much as she had feared and when her heels reached the ground, she felt with amazement how her vagina held. The pole did reach high into the end of her vaginal cavity. She recognized the aching sensation of something pressing against her cervix. This was as deep as she could go, she figured. But at least she could now stand much more steadily, without trembling and balancing on her toes.

For a long time nothing happened. Nathalie sometimes raised herself up on her toes, but never for long. And she hated moving too much as every little movement hurt her vagina. Then the door suddenly opened and both Fisher and Karl entered. Nathalie whimpered when she saw them. Were they coming to torture her even more?
“Please, no more,” she begged whimpering.
“Don’t you want our help?” asked Karl with a chuckle. Fisher was more quiet as he walked around her.
“Please,” she whimpered as she felt the tall man coming up behind her and pressing himself against her backside. He towered over her and she felt small, powerless and like a pinned bug. She gasped when Fisher began pushing against her butt with his hips and she felt his clear bulge pressing against the crack of her ass.
“Stop doing that!” she cried out, sensing severe cramps inside her vagina when her pelvis was repeatedly pushed forward. To add to her discomfort she also felt the man’s hands in her breasts, starting to massage her flesh and rub her nipples. She slapped his hands away, but he kept coming back and even used a hand to move down and finger her clitoris.
“Gaaah, stop!” she cried out, squirming but also trying to keep herself as stationary as she could.
“I wonder how long it takes until your body will start to betray your,” said Fisher in her ear. How could she ever have been so badly mistaken about this man? He was just as cruel as all of them and she wept in frustration as he kept trying to masturbate her, despite her resistance. Karl added to the cruelty by showing her a large vibrator, the magic wand type with a large head. Using a roll of duct tape he began fastening the vibrator to the base of the cylinder, just below her knees. The tape was fully covering the vibrator and fixing it firmly in place against the metal pole. Next he brought an extension cord into the cell and made sure the door could still open and close.

Nathalie gasped when the power cord of vibrator was plugged into the extension cord and suddenly she heard a strong humming sound and felt soft vibrations running through the metal pole, deep into her body. It was an aggravating sensation and she pleaded the man to turn it off again, with tears in her eyes and a broken voice. Fisher by then let go of her and stepped back. The two men watched her squirm and trying in vain to reach the vibrator, either with her hands or legs. She could not reach it and with a smile they went to the door.
“We’ll check on you in an hour again,” said Fisher and both men left.

At first it was only adding to her discomfort and pain, but gradually she noticed something different. The trembling pole was almost like an internal massage and her vagina began to ache less. Instead she slowly began to feel aroused. This of course at first made her feel even more annoyed and angry. She tried to reach the vibrator with her hands, but could not bend far enough because bending made the penetration of her pussy so much more painful. Then she tried to squeeze against the vibrator with her knees and lower legs, but it was firmly attached to the pole and she could not change that. Next she tried to reach it with her foot by standing on her other leg, whimpering as the shift in posture made her vagina ache. And even with her foot she could not dislodge the vibrator from the tightly packed tape fixing it against the pole.
She gave up and tried to ignore the tremors, but that proved to be impossible. And as she became slowly more accustomed to the large object inside her body, the vibrations caused her excitement to gradually grow further. At some point she caught her lower muscles squeezing at intervals and sometimes she even involuntarily moved her hips. The movements felt better all the time.
“Damn you all,” she groaned when she realized she was getting really aroused. The idea of getting off on this torture pole was very annoying, but she was pushed further and further. Slowly she got to the point where she carefully began to lift and lower herself with small movements, massaging her swollen and sensitive vagina on the large pole.
She caught herself when she realized she was fucking herself on the massive pole. She broke in tears and cried out in frustration. But pretty soon she was again moving herself on the pole and she felt more and more excited. With a grunt she gave in to it and reached down for her pussy, beginning to flick her swollen clitoris. And as her excitement grew, so did her movements, until she kept raising herself on her toes and then releasing again. The pole going up and down in her tight vagina was making her muscles and vaginal walls stretch even further and together with the vibrations, she slowly got used to the huge invader. It also helped that the liniment began to burn less, as it got washed out by her own flowing juices.
However, no matter how she tried, she could not reach an orgasm. Each time she was near, she felt her pussy squeeze tightly around the massive pole and it stopped her right before her climax. She just couldn’t get passed the situation she was in, as it was all too horrible, too embarrassing.
An hour had finally passed and the cell door opened again.
“Finally,” sighed Nathalie. “Please, please, help me off this thing,” she added with a groan.
 

27. Refreshments and Enhancements​

The guards entered and to Nathalie’s relief the two men positioned themselves at her sides and lifted her up. She gasped as she felt her vagina slipping off the pole, with a most pleasurable waft of cool air entering her overheated sex. They put her on the bunk and handed her a wet cloth to clean her sweaty body. They also gave her a bottle of water, which the girl used to drink and also cool her pussy.
“Thank you,” she said with relief, panting from fatigue and shivering from the intensity of the experience so far. She especially felt relief when the vibrator was switched off and the constant humming and metal rattling sound was finally stopped. But as she cleaned herself with the wet and cold cloth, she saw another man entering the cell. It was the construction worker that had installed the stand which the bollard was sitting on. Again he ogled her, but she was too tired to pull her blanket around herself. She also didn’t close her legs as her crotch was aching and she needed the cool air. Her pussy was wide open and in full view, which made her blush, but she didn’t hide herself for the men.

The inquisitor also appeared. With four men in the cell, it was cramped and full. Nathalie pulled herself entirely on the bunk to stay out of the way, while she watched Fisher lifting the bollard from its stand. She also listened to the conversation they were having, talking with each other as if she wasn’t even there.
“Is the socket ready?” asked the inquisitor.
“Yes, here it is,” said the workman. He took a heavy metal tube from the box and the inquisitor inspected it.
“Dimensions?” he asked.
“As you instructed,” replied the man, “diameter 6,5 and height 15 centimetres.”
“Got the spring as well?”
“I have two versions, both 10 cm uncompressed. But one of them is weaker than the other.”
“How much in compressed state?”
“The weaker one can be compressed to 3 cm, the other one 6 cm.”
“Use the stronger one,” instructed the inquisitor.

The workman dropped the metal socket around the stand and used a tag welder to fix it in place against the bottom plate. Nathalie noticed nobody was paying attention to her and she slipped off the bunk, sneaking towards the cell door, which was still open. She quickly moved into the hallway, not going to wait and see which horrible plans they were preparing for her. As she started running, naked and scared, she realized there was no way she could get passed any of the locked doors she would encounter. But she was desperate and when she heard running boots behind her, she wept and ran even faster.
“Where are you going?” asked Karl when he caught her.
“No, NOOO,” she screamed and tried to fight the man off, but it was a very uneven match. With her arms pulled behind her she was pushed back towards her cell, despite her kicking and screaming. Fisher jumped in to help and together the two guards dragged her back to her bunk and pressed her down on it. She screamed helplessly while they subdued her, Karl keeping her arms on her back and pressing her chest hard against the bunk, while Fisher controlled her kicking legs.
“Please, no, stop, let go of me,” wept the girl while she struggled in vain.
“I can’t work like this,” complained the workman and the inquisitor agreed.
“Tie her down,” he instructed the guards, “and gag her.”

Moments later Nathalie was bound to her bunk with ropes and gagged, no longer able to move. She still uttered muffled whimpers and groans, but when Karl threatened to cane her, she kept silent. In the meantime the workman, who was called Gustav by the others, continued fixing the contraption at the base of the pole. Nathalie didn’t understand what was being done, except that there was some electronics involved, which was fitted inside the base, together with a strong metal spring. It took quite some time to fix it all the way the inquisitor wanted. But finally he was done and the guards picked up the cylinder and placed it back over the standing post. Nathalie whimpered as she watched them fitting the bottom into the socket. The inquisitor pushed down on the cylinder and she noticed it could now move up and down a couple of centimetres. Nathalie dreaded what this would mean.

“I understand the girl is supposed to sit on this?” said Gustav while he picked up his tools. The inquisitor confirmed this and the workman looked impressed.
“It might destroy her,” he said. “Can we play with her a bit before she faces this?” The man was obviously aroused by her bound and naked frame. The inquisitor looked at him as he stared at the girl.
“We don’t rape women,” he replied, “but you did a very good job and I am sure Nathalie is going to appreciate that. She might be willing to reward you for your hard work.”
Karl chuckled and said he wouldn’t mind some reward as well. Fisher remained quiet. Stepping up to the bunk the inquisitor pulled Nathalie’s face up by her hair and looked into her eyes.
“Do you want to thank these men for their hard work?”
The girl looked back with tearstained eyes and blinked.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” said the man and after dropping her head he stepped away.
“Put her in position for oral service,” he added and Karl went to work while Fisher kept back. Nathalie whimpered and groaned when she was turned on her back, with her head hanging over the end of her bunk. Because her wrists and ankles were still tied, she could not resist.
“Let go of me, fuckers!” she cried out when the gag was removed from her mouth. That was all she could say because a new gag was pushed between her jaws, a metal ring that kept her mouth wide open. Karl then pushed down on the young woman to keep her fixed, while he gestured at Gustav to have a go.
“Show him how grateful you are,” grinned Karl, while Gustav dropped his pants and knelt in front of the upturned face of the girl. Nathalie whimpered when she saw a large erect penis being moved towards her face and then shoved into her mouth. She tried to turn her face away but two strong calloused hands grabbed the sides of her face, holding her in place. The thick cock was pushed through the ring gag and into her mouth, causing her to gag on the scent and taste. She tried to push him away with her tongue, but he enjoyed that and still easily slid all the way in, pushing against the back of her mouth.
“She loves it down her throat,” said Karl cruelly.
“Serious?” asked Gustav. “I never fucked a woman’s throat before.”
Nathalie retched when the swollen head of the large cock began pushing against her uvula and then she gasped in pain when her throat got penetrated. The man’s balls pressed flat over her nose as the entire penis was shoved into her mouth and throat. Again she retched and her body convulsed, but Karl kept her in place.
“Feels great, doesn’t it?” said Karl.
“It sure does,” said Gustav. “I can feel her throat constricting around my cock.”
“Fuck her like a pussy, she’s very grateful for your work.”

Gustav ignored the convulsions and muffled cries of the girl and began to move his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her throat. His eyes fixed on her trembling and shaking breasts and with a groan he sped up, thrusting his cock into her mouth as if he was fucking a pussy. Nathalie gargled as her mouth filled with saliva and precum and she gave muffled cries of pain as her throat got abused further. And she whimpered when the cock swelled up and grew very hot before he suddenly erupted inside her throat. Thick globs of semen were pumped into her mouth and throat by the throbbing and still thrusting penis, while Gustav groaned in ecstasy.
“Man, that was a good fuck,” he panted as he drew his limp cock out of the girl’s coughing mouth.
Karl asked if Fisher wanted next but the guard waved it off, as did the inquisitor.
“Have it your way,” said Karl and he switched position with Gustav. Nathalie wept and choked as she was brutally throat fucked a second time, resulting in more slimy semen being pumped down her throat. There was so much of it, it even shot out of her nose and the slime streamed down her face.

“Alright, that’s enough,” said the inquisitor when Karl had pulled up his pants, leaving the girl gasping for air. “Lift up her legs,” he instructed the guard and as Karl pushed the girl’s knees up against her chest, the inquisitor spread her buttocks and pushed something hard and round into the girl’s anus, past her sphincter, until it was all the way inside her rectum. Nathalie cried out in pain and then in discomfort as she felt something big remaining behind in her rectum. Next she was pulled up and made to sit on the bunk, while the mouth gag was released. She panted and blushed, her face covered with streaks of cum, clearly feeling miserable and shaken.

“Are you going to cooperate now?” asked the inquisitor.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked panting. “What did you put inside my butt?”
“A remote controlled vibrator egg,” answered the inquisitor. “You’ll enjoy it once I switch it on.” Nathalie doubted she would enjoy anything and her gaze went to the shiny bollard that was waiting in the centre of her cell.
“I will not take that inside me again,” she grunted.
“You will,” replied the inquisitor, “or else we will cane your butt and tits a few dozen times. And while we do that we will place one of your friends on the bollard.” Nathalie wept silently in reply but kept quiet as they released the ropes from her wrists and ankles.

“Please,” she whimpered while wrapping her arms around herself. The guards lifted her up from the bunk by her arms.
“No, no, please, no,” she cried out.
“Calm down,” said the inquisitor while showing her the cane they had used on her before.
“But I don’t want to, please, no more!” She struggled in vain, held by the two strong men, but as she was placed behind the pole, she froze and stared in shock at the rounded top of the cylinder that had been inside her vagina before. It looked bigger than ever, which wasn’t true, but it was a shock to see it up close again. It was also because it reached higher, which became clear when they pushed her up against it with her stomach. The round smooth top reached almost to her belly button.
“What was the measurement when you took her off?” asked the inquisitor.
“She had 18 cm inside her,” said the guard to her left.
“That’s a nice start,” said the inquisitor while walked around and knelt behind her. Nathalie whimpered when she felt him moving a hand between her legs while inspecting the scale on the cylinder. Next he fiddled at a screw in the tube at the bottom and Nathalie gasped when she noticed the cylinder rising up a little more.
“We’ll go for maximum 24,” he said, which caused Nathalie to wail and plead for mercy.
“Don’t worry,” said the inquisitor while the guard held the panicking girl tightly. “The cylinder can be pushed down against a spring, so it won’t go inside of you to the maximum height right away.”
Nathalie shook her head and whimpered.
“Okay, lift her up,” the inquisitor said while getting out of the way.
“No, no,” cried the girl as the guards each put one arm around her torso, while lifting her knees up with the other. She hung in a sitting position between the guards while they moved her over the ominous cylinder. She tried to kick herself free, but the guards held her tightly. The inquisitor moved in front of her, holding a flask of oil.
“No liniment this time,” he said, “just oil for lubrication.” The girl wept and shook when she saw him applying the oil to the pole to make it more slippery again, and then she also felt him rubbing some of the oil on her pussy. With a loud cry she again struggled when they began to lower her.
“Stop struggling,” said the inquisitor while he tried to spread her pussy lips. “It will only hurt more if you move so much.”
“You’re going back on the pole no matter what,” said Karl. Fisher remained silent.
Nathalie froze and wept. She trembled all over as she felt the cold kiss of the metal cylinder against her vulva. The inquisitor spread her lips wide and guided her down on the rounded top, which quickly pressed against her vaginal opening. She didn’t spread open right away and began to push the cylinder downward against the spring, until it got fully compressed. Only then did the pressure increase further and with a loud wail she felt her vagina spreading wide and then fold around the wide metal object. It didn’t hurt as much as it had before, but still her vagina protested against the wide intruder.
“Ow, ow, ow..” she sobbed as she got lowered further, causing the pole to quickly rise up inside her. She could clearly feel the cold metal spreading her still swollen flesh and traveling upward. The girl trembled as she felt it reach as high as before, making her feel completely stuffed again. The cold metal pushed hard against the end of her vaginal cavity, causing the sensitive entrance to her womb to ache.
“No, aaaahh, I can’t take any more,” she cried out. Then they released her legs and instructing her to reach for the floor.
“Gaaahhh,” she cried out, feeling the terrible ache inside her abdomen, while her feet desperately reached for the floor. It hurt so bad, she retched in horror and once she could stand on her legs, she raised herself on her toes again. To her surprise the bollard moved along with her, staying at the same painful depth inside her.
“Go back on flat feet,” said the inquisitor. “You can compress the spring to push it down.”
“I can’t,” she wept, “It’s pressing against my womb. It hurts!”
“You must use your cervix to push the cylinder down,” said the inquisitor.
Nathalie cried and gasped, feeling sick with fear as she felt the pain in her abdomen rising further because of the added pressure of being forced to lower herself again. And just before she reached the floor with her heels, she suddenly noticed the cylinder stopping and not moving down any further. The spring were now fully compressed and for a brief moment, the pole carried her weight, until the pressure pushed her flesh a few millimetres higher up inside her and she landed on flat feet. Her legs trembled and she gasped in pain.
The guards released the girl, who immediately clutched her aching tummy.
“Please no,” she wept, tears streaming down her face. “It hurts! I am tearing!”
“You’re not tearing,” said the inquisitor.
The girl stood there, naked and feeling small between the tall men around her. She had a bad taste in her mouth and she kept smelling semen as well. Her body was shaking as she was impaled on the large cold metal pole. Her vagina ached really bad, which radiated through her abdomen. She felt stretched beyond her limit and dreaded she was damaged. But the men didn’t share that sentiment one bit. Instead they were quite pleased with her position, or so it seemed.
“You’re now at 19 cm,” the inquisitor assured her. “Only a little bit more than before. And only when your vagina stretches further and the pressure will diminish, will the cylinder rise up and reach deeper into you,” explained the inquisitor.
“But why?” gasped the sobbing girl in between sips of water from the bottle.
“It’s part of your punishment,” replied the man in the black uniform. “Be thankful we don’t also beat you with a cane like they did with miss Waterhouse.”
She shook her head, not feeling thankful about anything at this point.
“Instead we do this,” he added. He took a remote control from his pocket and switch it on, but nothing happened.
“Now go up on your toes,” said the director. One of the guards helped her balance while she slowly raised herself a little bit. The girl gasped when she suddenly felt something vibrating inside her rectum. She had forgotten entirely that he had pushed something inside her. It was the vibrating egg!
It was a horrible sensation as the vibrations spread through her lower abdomen. And then it got even worse when the man also switched on the vibrator, which was still taped against the metal tube. She gagged and gasped as the vibrations now came from two sides, spreading around inside her lower abdomen.
“Go back down again,” said the inquisitor. Nathalie lowered herself, gasping as this once again increased the pain in her abdomen considerably. But then the cylinder stopped its downward movement again as the spring got fully compressed and suddenly both vibrators stopped.
“When the cylinder raises up a little, the vibrators will switch on,” explained the inquisitor. “But pushing it down again, will switch them off.”
Nathalie gasped as she understood. The bollard had been changed into a huge power switch which she could only flip by pressing her cervix hard against its top. She had some control over the vibrators, but only by hurting herself could she make them stop. The girl bit her lower lip in apprehension as this was going to be really difficult to manage.

“Enjoy the enhancements,” said the inquisitor while he left with the two guards and the workman, leaving the girl alone with her predicament.
 

28. Pleasure and pain (a)​

Nathalie felt desperate. The cold tube sticking inside her vagina ached bad as it stretched her extremely, both in width and depth. Her situation was dire as she knew that the vibrators would switch back on if she released the pressure in her vagina a little by raising herself. She tried again if she could reach or disable the large vibrator halfway down the pole, but she could do nothing about that. Then she tried if she could expel the vibrating egg in her ass, but it was immediately clear there wasn’t enough room left with the large pole stuck in her lower body. And when she tried to push with her lower muscles, she gasped as this made her vagina hurt worse.

For a while she stood there, desperately trying to find a solution to her predicament, until the pain in her abdomen got too much to bear and she slowly lifted herself on her toes. That did ease the pain a little but as the vibrators switched on, she gasped in shock. It felt even more intense than before. And yet it also felt good. The tremors going through her abdomen really was soothing for her sore vagina and for a few moments she quite enjoyed the sensations. But soon her legs began to tremble and she knew she couldn’t stay on her toes for long. She once more lowered herself and gasped as she felt the renewed pressure building inside her vagina while she pushed the cylinder down with her cervix. The pain was even worse than before it seemed and she wept. But it was also a relief when the vibrators switched off.

Nathalie understood she had to choose between two extremes, pain or pleasure. Or at least, some kind of pleasure. She didn’t want either of them. But she couldn’t maintain either situation for long. Again she went up on her toes and gasped when the vibrations in her lower body made her tremble. It was more than soothing, it was arousing her. She groaned as she kept her stance and even reached down to feel her pussy with her fingers. The tightness of her lips around the cold smooth pole was enough to make her cringe. But touching her clitoris sent a shiver down her spine. That felt way too good! And suddenly she realized she had not been able to come earlier, but with the added vibrator in her ass, she was very likely to come.
Fearing what would happen, she pushed herself down again, crying in frustration when the pain once more cleaved through her lower abdomen. This was not something she could endure long and again she went up on her toes, gasping when the massaging vibrations soothed her pain away again.
“Alright,” she gasped, her body trembling all over. She reached down with her fingers and gently stroked her clitoris. The girl groaned when she felt her excitement rising quickly.
“Oh God, what am I doing,” she gasped. She couldn’t help move her pelvis a little, causing her vagina to move around the massive pole. This felt so intense, her knees buckled, but she caught herself just in time.
“Oh my God,” she gasped again, flicking her clitoris with more urgency. And suddenly she felt the familiar pressure building up inside her. She was shaking now, her fingers moving faster and faster. In her mind she saw images of Chloe, the beautiful woman she adored. Her breasts trembling as she suffered the impalement on the metal pole that was now inside Nathalie. The facial expression of pain was now all too clear to her. The woman had suffered even more than Nathalie, as she had also been caned and mocked by an audience and television crew. Nathalie shivered and blushed when she imagined how it would feel if people would watch her now. And with a blush she had to admit the idea was arousing to her.
“I am sick,” she whispered while she kept teasing her clitoris with her fingers, sensing how her knees were buckling with the intense pleasure that was building inside of her. And suddenly there it was. A wave of ecstasy swept through her lower body, going up her spine and making her mind almost explode. Her vagina spasmed around the pole, which hurt quite a bit, but it also felt great. Again her knees buckled and this time she felt she couldn’t maintain her balance. She sank down, pushing the pole downward with her aching cervix. She just managed to catch herself with trembling legs or she might have crashed down on the pole with her full weight, which surely would have resulted in severe internal damage. The cylinder was now back in its lowest position and the vibrators had stopped working. The girl panted heavily when the increased pain drove any form of arousal from her body. She almost went back up on her toes again, but her legs simply lacked strength.

For a while she stood there, catching her breath and trying to bring her heart rate down. Sweat covered her body like a sheen and she wiped her brow. Then she suddenly jumped because the vibrators switched back on again! But she was on flat feet! She uttered a cry of misery when she realized what was happening. Her vagina had stretched a little bit more and the cylinder had been rising up slowly, until it switched the vibrators back on. With a cry of frustration she pushed herself down a little, pressing her cervix painfully down on the cylinder again and pushing the cylinder back in its lowest position. The vibrators switched off but now she was standing with her knees a little bent. The pole was reaching deeper inside of her.

Nathalie cursed as she now better understood the horror of this setup. Swinging between excitement and pain, her vagina would stretch and she would take in more of the pole eventually, until she had …. what? This could go on to her ultimate limit! And she had no idea what that was. This was already insane and she was taking in more. Where was this going to end?

In the meantime the pain had once again reached intolerable levels and going up caused the vibrators to switch back on. Though that happened as soon as she straightened her legs, she still raised herself on her toes to ease the pain in her vagina. With a groan she felt the excitement returning as her insides were gently massaged by the vibrations in her vagina and rectum. It was sending ripples of pleasure through her lower body. The urge was strong enough to masturbate again, but she didn’t want to give in to that anymore. Instead she pushed herself down again, seeking the pain to stop the vibrations. Gasping she enjoyed the silence returning, though the pain in her lower abdomen was intolerable as ever.

Three more times she straightened her legs and went down again, switching between pressure and vibrations, and she was so involved with the struggle between pain and pleasure, she had not noticed the door opening. Suddenly he stood before her and she gasped in surprise. Fisher was a head taller than she was and he had an imposing physique. She was already blushing from the ordeal she was suffering, but his presence right in front of her, made her blush even more.
“Bastard,” she hissed. He didn’t reply but instead he reached out with a hand and cupped her left breast. She felt a shiver running through her body, but in reflex she slapped the man’s face. He let her and she slapped again, while tears leaped to her eyes.
“I hate you,” she wept, slapping him a third time. He stepped closer and embraced her. With her hands against his chest, she let him hold her and when he kissed her, she wept even harder. She so needed some comfort and yet this was also terrible.
“Please,” she whimpered. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and the kiss became passionate. She returned the kiss with a sudden hunger and she felt her vagina twitching around the unyielding pole. Then he broke the kiss off and moved himself back a little. She reached out, putting her hands over his broad shoulders and tried to pull him back against her, while she also raised herself up on her toes. With a gasp she felt and heard the vibrators switch back on. The man pushed himself against her once more and resumed kissing her. And while she hungrily returned his kiss, wrapping her tongue around his, she also sensed how something hard was pressing against her tummy. With a gasp she realized it was his penis. Fisher had opened his pants when he pulled back and was now pressing his erection against her sweaty and quivering belly. In shock she let go of him and once more he pulled back, but only to take off his shirt and drop his pants completely. Then he moved in closer again and she could not prevent him from hugging her again. With his arms around her he pressed his erection against her stomach and began riding up against her. Nathalie felt sick, and yet at the same time, she felt her vagina quivering. And suddenly she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and returned his kisses.
The vibrations increased her arousal greatly and she too began moving her hips, fucking herself on the harsh metal pole. The girl whimpered in despair, but could not stop herself. Both were caught in a cycle of rising lust. But only the girl was hurting at the same time, a pain that increased as her movements got stronger. Not only because she moved her hips, but also because the increasing motions of the man rubbing up against her caused her vagina to move strongly around the pole. Despite the pain, her arousal kept growing and she whimpered as she felt another orgasm building inside her.
Fisher then put his hands on her butt and lifted her slightly up, bringing her up to the very tips of her toes.
“Raise your leg,” he said in between two kisses, “don’t worry, I’ll hold you.”
Nathalie whimpered but did as he requested and raised her right leg. Fisher moved his arm under her leg and lifted it higher. The girl gasped as she felt her vagina painfully shifting on top of the still vibrating pole.
“Now your other leg,” he said, “I’ll carry you, don’t worry.”
“Please, be careful,” the girl whimpered. He lifted her off the floor and she scooped her other leg up as well. With both hands on her buttocks and his arms under her raised legs he held her up. Nathalie blinked the tears from her eyes and looked into his eyes with an expression of hope on her face. But he didn’t lift her up further and suddenly she grew very afraid of what he was planning to do.
“Don’t worry, I have you,” said the man. His penis was still pressed against her belly. And her pussy was still folded around the tip of the pole. With a gasp and a whimper she felt how he lifted her up a little and then lowered her again. She gasped at the intensity of the sensation of her pussy moving up and down on the harsh object.
“No, no, no,” she gasped when he repeated that and made her pussy slide up and down around the pole.
“Don’t worry, it will feel good,” the man said and he once more pressed his mouth on hers. She moaned while they kissed and slowly he increased her movements, thereby rubbing her belly against his rock hard penis. The girl whimpered, her arms wrapped tightly around the man’s shoulders, trying to lift herself higher. But Fisher changed his stance to avoid lifting her up too high. In fact, he kept lowering her while bouncing her body against him and onto the pole.
“Fuck!” she cried out when she felt her movements increasing even further, making her pussy fuck the large pole with more force. It almost seemed like Fisher was fucking her with an incredible large penis.
“Gaaahh,” she cried out when the increasing movements caused her cervix to repeatedly come down on top of the unyielding pole.
“It hurts,” she wept as she tried to lift her body higher up against the man, but she lacked the strength at this point and Fisher kept bouncing her up and down so much, it would make no difference anyways.
Fisher made sure he never lifted her off the pole and that on the downward motion the pole didn’t go as deep as to switch off the vibrator. The girl wept and panted as she was made to fuck the cylinder from the entrance of her pussy all the way to her cervix. And despite her fear and the pain she sensed, her arousal slowly returned and took over.
“Oh God,” she cried, clutching the man tightly, her face now buried against his shoulder. She heard Fisher groaning and sensed his cock twitching against her stomach.
“Here it comes,” he grunted and suddenly his cock erupted and throbbed, repeatedly squirting semen up against her sweaty body. Nathalie trembled at the force of the orgasm of the man, the strong scent of semen filling her nose. In a way it aroused her and helped by the strong vibrations going through her lower abdomen and the pole diving in and out of her vagina, she too got closer and closer to an orgasm. When it came she convulsed and bit in despair in the man’s shoulder. He didn’t seem to mind as he kept bouncing her on the pole, trying to prolong her orgasm as long as possible.
“Stop, please stop,” she gasped finally, her body shaking and spasms going through her tortured abdomen. But he didn’t stop and instead he lowered her a little and made the motions smaller, keeping the pole deep inside her vagina. Each time he lowered her, her weight pushed down on the pole and lowered it as well, making the vibrators switch off. But going up they turned back on again, causing the girl to gasp. On and off the vibrators went, each time sending shivers down her spine as this felt so much more intense. And slowly she felt another orgasm building inside her.
“Oh God, oh God,’ she cried and held on to the man for dear life as she bounced on top of the pole. Suddenly her whole body began to convulse as another orgasm finally reached her.
“Oh yes, give into it,” said Fisher, holding her tightly against him and now using his legs to raise and lower her even faster. By bending his knees repeatedly, he made the girl almost pound on top of the massive pole and she hollered in both ecstasy and pain. Ecstasy because her orgasm came in several waves, causing her body to shake and convulse. Pain because her cervix crashed repeatedly on the top of the pole, almost as if she was hammering it with her most sensitive inner seal to her womb.
 

28. Pleasure and pain (b)​

“Please stop,” she finally gasped, clutching her arms around his neck in despair. The man slowed her movements and kissed her forehead.
“Alright,” he said and slowly he lowered her on the pole while keeping her legs up. Nathalie gasped when she felt her weight pushing down on the pole, compressing the spring below and then the vibrators switch off.
“Please,” she panted, “it hurts so bad.”
“It’s alright, you’re alright,” said Fisher softly while kissing her sweaty and blushing face. For a while he kept her weight pushing down on the pole, only lifting her slightly. And apparently she got used to the pain because she stopped trying to pull herself up against him and stopped shaking.
“I need to pee,” she groaned finally, sensing how her bladder was protesting. “I can’t pee with this thing inside me,” she added.
“I can’t take you off,” said Fisher, “I am not allowed to do that.”
“And you are allowed to fuck me?” she replied.
“You are right,” he replied, “but you have to promise me you will allow me to put you back or we are both in serious trouble.”
“I promise,” she said softly, not entirely convinced about that herself, but she needed to get off this pole and relieve herself.

After using the remote control he had in his pocket to switch the vibrators off, he lifted her up.
With a groan she felt her pussy slipping off the pole and the sudden emptiness in her lower body. Fisher put her down and helped her stagger towards the toilet. With a groan she sat down, relived to take the weight off he shaky legs for a bit. She pissed a great amount of urine, which also made her feel relieved.
While she finished, she inspected herself. Her pussy was sore and she still felt her walls quivering. Everything felt swollen down there and wide open at the same time. She felt herself with her fingers and was relieved to feel no injuries. There also was no blood.
Looking down at her body, she noticed the streaks of semen still covering her belly and chest and she used a piece of toilet paper to clean herself. Fisher then asked her if she was ready and gestured at her to hurry up. With a sigh she got up, having finished emptying her bladder, and followed the man back towards the pole. A shiver ran down her spine when she once more approached the thing and she realized she would never get used to seeing how big it was. She dreaded taking it back inside her pussy and suddenly she whimpered and pulled back a little.
“You promised,” said Fisher, stepping in front of her and pulling her close against him.
“You have no idea how much it hurts,” she whispered in his ear while she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I am sorry,” he replied while he lifted her left leg. “I wish I could make it easier for you,” he added, “but maybe this will help a little.”
Nathalie froze when she felt him using his other hand to guide his still erect penis against her slit. She wanted to stop him but was too shocked and before she could react she already felt the penis slipping into her vagina. The warm cock actually felt so much better than the cold pole, she let him proceed. He lifted her other leg as well, carrying her with his cock inside her, and he began to fuck her.
“You are not as tight as before, but I still love being inside you,” said Fisher while he kissed her. She kissed him back and felt aroused while his penis massaged her aching vagina. She had not felt aroused when he had fucked before, but now it felt good enough to answer his thrusting motion with her hips. He carried her back towards the metal pole and lowered her a little until she pressed with her anus on the cold rounded top. She groaned as that actually felt great and while she sat on the pole, she let Fisher fuck her. There was no danger of the pole slipping into her ass as her tight sphincter carried her weight on top of the pole with ease. Besides, Fisher also kept carrying her enough to keep the pressure to a minimum.
The thrusts of his cock sped up and he reached deep inside her, but there was no pain. Instead she felt increasingly aroused by the sensation inside her pussy and she kissed him passionately. Suddenly he erupted inside of her and she could clearly sense his throbbing cock spraying hot semen inside her vagina.
“Oh how I love fucking you,” groaned Fisher and he gave her a lengthy kiss which she answered passionately. But then she felt him slipping out of her and at the same time he pushed her backwards, sliding her over the domed top of the pole until her slit rested on it. He reached under her with his hands and using his fingers he pulled her lips wide open, while slowly lowering her further. The girl gasped when she felt the cold metal pole stretching her vaginal entrance wide open and then pushing back into her. She clutched him tightly and whimpered while he lowered her further. The pole slipped easily up inside her vagina, lubricated as she was by the man’s semen, which were now trapped inside her.
“Gods,” she groaned as she felt her cervix once again pressing down against the broad metal top and the deep ache and cramps inside her abdomen returned.
“Please, no more,” wept the girl. Fisher nodded and lowered her legs, helping her reach the floor and regain her balance. Her legs still felt wobbly, but she could stand. Fisher then let go of her and he looked at her while he put his pants and shirt back on. Nathalie looked back at him, her hands on her abdomen, shivering slightly as the pole radiated coldness inside her pussy.
“You look so pretty,” he said while reaching out and massaging her breasts. She grabbed his wrists but didn’t stop him from fondling her breasts and nipples.
“It hurts,” she said softly, referring to the constant ache she felt deep in her vagina. He nodded and apologized to her again. His hand trailed over her tummy and lingered just below her bellybutton, where he estimated the pole reached inside her.
“I am also sorry I have to do this,” he then said and went down on his knee before her. She looked down at him and saw him reaching for the knob protruding from the socket at the base of the pole.
“They ordered me to raise it,” he said and he started turning the screw. “This makes the spring lift up a little inside the socket,” he added as explanation. Nathalie gasped as she felt the pressure inside increasing. Her cervix resisted the pressure and caused the spring at the base of the pole to compress. Until it was fully compressed and now the pole actually rose up a little, causing her to yelp and go up on her toes.
“Stay on your feet,” said Fisher, “I’ll stop raising it.” He got up and held her arms while he urged her to lower herself. Nathalie wept as she sank down again, feeling the pain in her cervix increasing even more, until she felt like her abdomen was on fire. Fisher then inspected the gradient on the cylinder to check how deep the penetration was.
“How much?” asked the girl panting while clutching her tummy.
“It’s at 22 now,” the man answered and he shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he added. Then he used his remote control to switch the sensor for the vibrators back on. Nathalie went up on her toes and gasped as she felt the vibrators switching back on. Quickly she lowered herself again and grunted at the pain this caused inside her. Fisher sighed and went to the door. Once more he looked at her naked body, standing pinned on the pole, and while shaking his head he left, locking the door behind him. Nathalie sobbed and shuddered, feeling utterly miserable and scared. She was left alone and her struggles resumed.
 

29. Another Verdict​


The guards entered the cell, followed by a man she had not seen before. He was fat, bald and dressed in a suit with a tie. The girl tried to cover herself with her hands, but that didn’t make much difference. She was visibly shaking, her knees slightly bent and spread a little, while her vagina was tightly fitted around the large metal pole. Her entire body was covered in sweat from the prolonged struggle with the pole.
Karl inspected the gradient on the pole to check how deep it was inside her. Then he switched the vibrating units off and told her to raise herself. She slowly straightened herself, groaning as her legs were aching as well. She was relieved the vibrators remained silent.
Nathalie glanced at Fisher, who stood by the door and said nothing. Did the other men know about their interaction a few hours ago? If so, they didn’t act on it and Fisher also gave no indication he knew her as anything but a prisoner. Maybe it was for the better. She sighed and closed her eyes. Her hands clutched her tummy and she licked her dry lips. She felt parched.

“I see you’ve been busy,” said the fat man. She looked at him while blinking the sweat from her eyes. He moved closer and put his hand on her stomach. She tried to pull away but could not, pinned as she was like a bug.
“Are you satisfied with the depth you reached?” he asked.
“Fuck off,” she answered in a tired but angry tone. “Stop torturing me!”
“You have been riding it yourself,” the man replied. “And it’s up to you how long this continues.”
“What do you mean?”
“Let me introduce myself,” said the man, while stroking a finger over her left nipple. She pushed his hand away, but didn’t reply.
“I am Duncan Gerald, prosecutor of the court. I am here to see if you are ready to repent.”
“Repent what?” she replied.
“Well, do you repent that you are a political deviant? And a sexual deviant on top of that?”
“No,” she said without hesitation. The man sighed.
“Look, this is as far as you need to go. If you renounce your stubborn and stupid political believes and turn to the party instead, and if you also forget about being … gay,” he clearly had trouble saying that word, “then we can forget about any further punishment.”
“Go to hell,” she said softly, but with a clear anger in her voice.
“Then you give us no choice but to proceed,” the man sighed. He shook his head, but his eyes betrayed he was not actually sad. His greedy hand stroked her tummy, as if he looked forward to torturing her further. She pushed his hand away.
“How deep was it when we entered the cell?” he asked while turning towards Karl.
“She had 24 cm inside her cunt,” replied the guard. “The last two hours she only managed to get 2 cm more inside of her, so I guess she is at her limit.”
The prosecutor nodded and turned back towards the girl. Again he placed his hand on her tummy and prodded with his fingers around her bellybutton.
“We have no choice but to go for deep entry then,” he said.
Nathalie pushed his hand away again and looked at him with a red and angry face.
“What do you mean, deep entry?”, she asked.
The man prodded at her tummy again.
“Full entry of your genitalia,” he explained. “I heard you are a fan of Chloe Waterhouse? She had this pole deeply inserted into her womb. Up to 30 cm. I’d call that deep entry, don’t you?”
Nathalie gasped. Yes, she remembered they had mentioned that in the footage. But she had never believed it. That was not possible, was it? Her cervix already ached really bad from all the pushing. But it was impossible for such a large object to pass through, right?’
“Giving birth in reverse we also call it,” smiled the prosecutor, clearly enjoying her shocked expression.
“You fucking bastard!” the girl suddenly hissed and she slapped him hard. “Go to hell you fucking moron!”
The prosecutor quickly stepped away from her and out of her reach as she could not follow him, pinned as she still was on the cylinder. He straightened his tie and looked at her with a sneer.
“I’m told it hurts a lot, giving birth,” he said, “and I’m sure the reverse is even worse.”
“Go to hell,” the girl screamed, “I’ll never give in to the likes of you!”
“Don’t be so sure,” replied the man. “Do you think the type three is all we have?”
Turning to the guard he said “Get the type four cylinder from storage. We do have that, right?”
“Yes we have, but it has never been used. Considered it too extreme. Are you sure you want to use it on her?” Karl asked. The prosecutor grinned and nodded while turning back to the girl.
“The type 4 bollard is a much better simulation for giving birth. It’s not 6 but 8 cm wide. Let’s see how you scream then.”
“You can’t do that to me,” gasped Nathalie quite shocked. But that made no impression.
“When do you want to do this?” asked Fisher, finally responding to what was happening. “It’s obvious she’s tired and hurt right now.”
The prosecutor looked at the girl and nodded as it was clear she was in a bad condition.
“Let’s do it tomorrow,” he said, “and make sure she is refreshed and restored by then. Maybe tighten her pussy a bit.”
The man left, leaving the girl in the care of the two guards.

The men lifted her off the bollard and it was clear she was really hurt, because she wept and cringed with every movement she made. She complained about an ache in her abdomen and the guards decided she needed to be taken to the doctor for a medical check.

Doctor Albright checked her physically, taking her blood pressure, checking her eyes and temperature and also removing the vibrator egg from her anus. Finally he checked her vagina with a speculum, to see if she had any injuries. She appeared to be in good health he concluded, though she had some micro fractures inside her vagina and her cervix was inflamed. Which was only logical, he stated, given the circumstances. The bleeding was minimal and he smeared a cream inside her vagina to help cure the fractures. Then he declared she was good to go again.

The guards took her back to her cell. Nathalie lied down on her bunk, waiting for the men to leave. They took the bollard with them, leaving only the stand that was fixed to the floor. When they were finally gone, she curled up and shivered. She felt stunned and miserable. Her whole body felt sore and when she felt her pussy with her fingers, she winced at how much it ached. The cold metal had numbed her quite a bit for as long as it was inserted into her body. Now the numbness was gone and the ache was all the more clear. She was amazed she wasn’t torn completely. But tomorrow it would be worse and she was certain she would tear inside and possibly not survive.
 

30. The Deal​

Moments later the door opened again and the inquisitor entered. There were no guards with him this time, or at least not coming into the cell. The inquisitor gestured at her to stay put and he came sitting near her feet.
“How are you feeling,” he asked.
“Terrible,” she responded. He nodded and for a moment he stared at her. She sat up and pulled her legs against her, trying to hide at least some of her naked body from his gaze. Though he didn’t seem interested in her body, he only looked at her face.
“Are you sure you will stick to your conviction?” he asked. She scoffed in reply.
“I was born gay,” she said. “It’s not a conviction, it’s who I am.”
“And are you also born a feminist?”
“I was born female,” she replied.
“Here’s the thing,” said Lucius. “Mister Gerald, the prosecutor, is close friends with one of the judges. It will be easy for him to get approval for his plans, turn it into a verdict and a sentence. According to the judge you actually should be shot for who you are and what you did, but Duncan thinks a slow execution is more fun.”
Nathalie drew in her breath and held it. Why was he telling her this?
“I do not approve,” said Lucius. “But my hands are tied.”
“Right,” scoffed the girl, “and this,” she gestured towards where the bollard had stood, “was also not your idea.”
“Actually it was,” he confessed, “as a part of the examination. I was curious about your interest in the Waterhouse affair. If it was possible for you to be deviant enough to get off on something so obviously terrible.”
“You could have asked me,” she scoffed in reply.
“I did in a way, but your answers were insufficient. I had to check and it turned out to be true, right? You can shake your head, but you had numerous orgasms. No normal woman would.”
Nathalie blushed and wanted to slap him, if only to get rid of the guilty feeling she had. She felt ashamed and blushed deeply. The inquisitor noticed of course.
“What do you want?” she asked with a small voice.
“I want you,” he replied.
“You want… to fuck me?” she asked with surprise. She had not expected he’d be like that.
“No, I have no interest in that,” he replied. “But hear me out. Duncan wants to kill you by impaling your body. But it won’t end there. Once he shows it is a successful way of executing somebody, he will go after a lot of other women as well. Also your friends, which are undoubtedly high on his list.”
Nathalie grew very pale while listening to his blunt explanation. He was talking about her life! And about the lives of her friends!
“I know, it’s cruel,” he added, “and I much rather would use the guillotine as a death penalty. Much more swift and less suffering. And even then I would not use it in your case. You are stupid, stubborn and a disgrace to society, but that doesn’t deserve death in my opinion. I’d much rather re-educate you. And your friends.”
Nathalie blinked and felt highly insulted, but also stunned.
“I don’t want you to die,” he continued, “I want to keep you here and train you, educate you. Yes, that will involve a lot of caning, other punishments and learning how to be obedient. Just the thing a masochist like you would enjoy.”
“I am not a masochist,” she replied with a small voice.
“I think you are, just like I am a sadist. Don’t forget, you admitted yourself that you aimed to be arrested. This was planned and it wasn’t entirely for political reasons, right?”
Nathalie swallowed and felt dizzy. Was he right? Was she here because she wanted this?
“I want to make a deal with you,” he said, confusing her even more. “I want you to survive tomorrow. Because if you die, your friends and many others will die too, all by the same horrible method.”
Tears leaped to her eyes as the words sank in.
“They are going to impale me tomorrow,” she gasped, “What can I do to survive that? Giving birth in reverse? You have to be insane to come up with that stupid idea!”
“I agree it sounds insane,” Lucius replied, “though it will give me an erection watching it happen. Just as I got excited seeing you ride the pole here today. Oh, don’t worry, I still don’t want to fuck you. I do want to see you suffer. But without dying from it.”
“How can I do that?” she exclaimed with tears running down her cheeks.
“With my help and by playing along,” smiled Lucius. “and I promise you, you will suffer but also achieve the most wonderful orgasms.”
 

31. Some Extra Care​

“What did Lucius want?” asked Fisher while he washed her back with a washing cloth. He had come to her cell that evening, bringing a bucket with warm water and soap. She had not slept yet, her mind still reeling from everything the inquisitor had told her. She wondered how much she could tell Fisher though.
“I don’t know,” she replied, “he talked about tomorrow and what they want from me.” Fisher finished washing her back and continued with her arm.
“I can wash myself, you know,” she repeated, but he would not have it any other way.
“Just relax and let me take care of you,” he said, washing under her armpit. He had started with her face before going to her back and now her arms. Next would come her chest of course. But she let him do it, as it actually felt soothing.
“I hate what they are going to do to you tomorrow,” said Fisher.
“You didn’t hate it today,” she replied. “You were incredibly aroused, despite my pain.”
“I was.. aroused by you,” he said while carefully washing her breasts. “I am always aroused by you,” he added. She looked at him and he stopped for a moment. Then he sighed.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he said. “Normally I am a good guard, mostly indifferent to what happens to the prisoners. But with you it’s different.”
“I remind you of your sister,” she scoffed.
“Well, at first I thought that was it, but each time I see you, I get a raging erection. That’s not what happens when I see my sister,” he explained.
“So that’s why you raped me?” she said.
“I didn’t rape you. Karl raped you and I had to let him or else I would lose my job. But I never raped you.”
“You raped me even today!” she exclaimed. He shook his head, but then he shrugged.
“Is it rape if you enjoy it?” he asked, referring to her orgasms. But before she could answer, he continued.
“I can’t help myself. Every time I see you, I want to fuck you. Or take care of you. I wish I could take you home with me. I’d dress you up, feed you, wash you and fuck you every day.”
She listened to his confession and stared at him.
“Perhaps I am in love with you,” he added.
“No,” she replied while shaking her head. “You want me to be your sex doll.”
“That too,” he chuckled. “You’d make a wonderful doll.”
“Fisher, that’s so wrong!” she said while placing her hands against his face and looking into his eyes.
“That’s what’s wrong with your Party. You all want women to become objects to control and fuck whenever you feel the need. But I am a person, not an object. And I am a lesbian, with a mind and a political conviction.”
Fisher listened and waited until she pulled her hands back. Then he placed a hand on her breast and licked his lips.
“You’re right,” he said. “I want to own your body and I do not care about your mind or who you are.”
“Well, that’s very honest of you,” she replied while pushing his hand away, “but you can’t have me.”
“And Lucius can?” he asked. She drew in her breath and blushed. He was right. She had agreed that the inquisitor could have her for his experiments. In exchange for her life and the lives of her friends.
“I’d take far better care of you,” said Fisher softly. “I am no sadist.”
She shivered as he mirrored the words of Lucius. The inquisitor was a sadist and he had looked into her soul and found her masochistic streak. If the inquisitor was right, she’d be extremely bored with someone like Fisher. But why was she thinking this? She wasn’t into men after all!

“Look,” said Fisher after getting up and handing her the wash cloth to finish by herself. “You are right about me. I am conservative. I am a good party member and I do not agree with your points of view. Homosexuality is unnatural and I also don’t think women should have equal rights to men. But what they are doing to you, is obscene and I strongly object to that. Besides, I really do care about you and your body truly arouses me. Which is why I am going to help you as much as I can.”
Nathalie kept washing herself while listening.
“I can’t do much really,” he said, “but at least I can do this.” He took a strip of pills from his pocket and handed her two to take with water.
“It’s a strong painkiller that will work for a few hours. I can’t give you any tomorrow, but this will at least get you through the night. I know you are still in pain and you need to sleep well for what’s coming.”
She thanked him, swallowed the pills and shivered. Being without pain tonight would help, though she doubted she could get any sleep.
“And another thing,” he added, this time sounding a bit more nervous. “But promise me you will not rat me out, alright?”
Nathalie nodded and said she would not betray him.
“I sent a message to your friends on the outside, that they are going to do another Chloe Waterhouse tomorrow. That will probably get more demonstrations going. If they make enough noise, maybe the show will be cut short. I mean, before you get really injured.”
Nathalie cringed when he called it a show, when it was supposed to be an execution. But his words also gave her hope. Maybe it would work.
“Did you tell them where we are?” she asked.
“They already know where you are,” he replied.
“How did you know how to contact them?”
“Your friends in here told me. Anna told me. The other one is Maria.”
Nathalie sighed as he confirmed what she had already suspected. Those were the two women they had used against her in that room with the blindfolds on. And they were amongst the names she had been forced to confess under torture. She felt sad these two women had been caught because of her. Maria had been a good friend and Anna had been great in bed sometimes. But she was glad only two had been apprehended.
“Thank you,” she said with a small voice, really appreciating what Fisher had done for her. And this time he managed to refrain from asking something in return as he kept his bulge in his pants. For which she was also grateful. Maybe all wasn’t lost if even someone like him could learn to respect women.

That night she didn’t feel pain, thanks to the analgesic she swallowed. But she didn’t sleep much. There were moments she got so scared, she almost called out that she would renounce her political believes and also become a good heterosexual. At other times she was trying to figure out how she could make it easier on herself. And then she also figured she needed to give her friends enough time to come to her aid. She would have to slow and drag the whole ordeal in order to get the most effect of any protesting marches that were likely going to happen.

At dawn the cell door opened and her two guards came in to bring her to the doctor. Fisher winked at her to signal the plans were going well. It confirmed that she would have to delay as much as possible today. Karl was less friendly and he slapped her on her naked butt as she left the cell.
“You’re in for a great ride today,” he chuckled, sending shivers down her spine.
 

32. Preparations​

Upon entering the medical room, it appeared Lucius had already joined the doctor and possibly instructed him about the procedure. Lucius told the guards to wait outside, while Doctor Albright made her lie on the table. She had to place her feet in the stirrups and the doctor put a speculum inside her vagina.
“You’re still a little swollen,” he commented, “but the fractures healed well.”
“Do you know what they are going to do to me today?” she asked.
“Yes,” said the doctor, “the inquisitor told me all about it. And don’t worry, we’re going to prepare you for that.”
“Will… it tear my vagina?” she asked with a clearly nervous voice. The doctor shrugged.
“That’s anyone’s guess, but you got through the ordeal yesterday, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but… this thing is going to be much bigger,” she replied with a small voice.
“So I heard,” said the doctor while glancing at the inquisitor. Turning back to the girl he tried to put her mind at ease.
“While giving birth a vagina stretches quite wide,” he explained. “A baby’s head is on average 10 cm wide. That might sometimes tear a vagina, but that can be restored. And though this object they will use is quite unyielding, much less flexible than a baby, it is still only 8 cm wide, something your vagina could fit around, if taken slow enough.”
Nathalie shivered as this didn’t give her much reassuring. In fact, it sounded terrifying.
“And to help you with this,” continued the doctor while he went to the cabinet to get a syringe and a small vial, “I will inject your cervix with a muscle relaxant so it will dilate much easier.”
“You will do no such thing,” said a voice at the door. The prosecutor was standing in the doorway, having entered during the last words the doctor had spoken.

“What’s going on here?” the fat man asked.
“We’re preparing the woman for the show,” said Lucius.
“What show? Why aren’t we in her cell watching her sit on a nice bollard?”
“It’s going to be a little different than that,” said Lucius. “We’re going to the auditorium, where we will watch the procedure with some guests.”
“What kind of guests? Why wasn’t I informed?”
“Well, I did try to reach you yesterday, but you appeared to be out of town.” Lucius sat down in a chair and folded his hands in front of him.
“I spoke to the minister of justice yesterday and he was most interested in what we plan to do here today. He has invited some friends to come over and watch.”
Duncan turned red in the face as he felt the whole thing was kind of slipping through his fingers.
“You can’t do that!” he exclaimed. “This is going to be gruesome and bloody. Not something for ministers and officials to watch!”
“About that, we also decided it should be less bloody. Therefor we struck a deal with the girl to give her some aid in preparation and in return she is going to do the impalement herself, voluntarily.”
“Preposterous!” said Duncan and he turned angrily to the doctor.
“How were you planning to help the girl?”
“Well, I was going to give her some muscle relaxant injections and painkillers,” replied the doctor.
“You will do no such thing!” barked the prosecutor.
“Duncan, there’s no need to make the girl suffer unnecessarily,” said Lucius.
“Oh yes there is. I want her to suffer. And judge Malcroft agrees with me. I have his signed verdict with me.” The prosecutor opened his briefcase and got some papers out.

Nathalie watched it all with disbelief. She was still naked on the table, her legs spread wide and a speculum stuck inside her vagina. And these men were quarrelling about whether she should suffer or not. Apparently the prosecutor had a high judge in his pocket. But the inquisitor was friends with the minister of justice. And he outranked the opposition, in favour of Nathalie. Yet the prosecutor wasn’t so easily giving up and finally they settled for a compromise.

Lucius got his way with helping the girl by having the doctor administer a muscle relaxant to her vagina and cervix, making it less likely that she would tear. But Duncan in turn insisted that she should be given a drug for sensory enhancement, to make her feel more pain. The doctor warned against it, explaining she would already go through hell, but the prosecutor insisted.
The doctor also made a demand, to give the girl a drug to induce labour, causing her cervix to dilate by itself instead of being broken open by the metal cylinder. The prosecutor insisted that the drug would not be administered before the procedure but only once the pole was in full contact with the girl’s cervix. Which meant that the doctor had to be present with the procedure, which was something he had not anticipated, but also didn’t object to.
The final argument was about the object itself. The prosecutor wanted the metal to be chilled so the girl’s vagina would become tighter and it would hurt more. The doctor advised strongly against that and insisted that constant lubrication should be administered during the process. And that this should be warmed. The prosecutor felt this was ridiculous, but it was the only way to let the others agree to the addition of a refrigeration unit inside the pole.
Nathalie felt dizzy listening to the men. Everything they said was so horrible. When they were finally done, she was released from the table and brought back to her cell. The agreed modifications to the cylinder would take some time to install and so the whole procedure was delayed a couple of hours.

In the early afternoon they collected her from her cell again to be returned to the doctor’s office for her injections. First she was injected in her vagina and cervix, which was painful since the prosecutor denied the doctor the right to first sedate the area with a pain killer. Then she was also injected with the sensory enhancing drugs, which worked like crazy and made her skin tingle. Heat and coldness were much stronger experienced by her and she winced at the brightness of the lights.
The guard then brought her through the hallways, which she experienced almost like a dream as if she was tripping badly. Upon entering the auditorium, she winced at the sharp lights and felt dizzy with the sudden wideness of the room.
The auditorium looked like a theatre in an old hospital, which was actually what it had been before. There were forty seats in semi-circular rows, facing the stage, which was much lower. At the back of the stage was a huge video screen. On the stage itself were two wooden constructions placed on either side of a large chrome tube that stood erect waiting. Nathalie shivered at the sight of that pole. It was huge and it looked incredibly smooth and shiny. By the looks of it, it was a meter high, taller than the previous one had been. And it was much wider. The tip was tapered and more rounded, with an added rim where it went to full width. She also noticed the base of the pole had a wider tube fitted around it, like the day before, and she figured this one was spring loaded as well. And she noticed something else. There was a bundle of cables leading to two devices set up behind the pole. She had no idea what they were for, but it still made her clutch her arms around herself in apprehension.

“Alright girl,” said the prosecutor, who still had not spoken her name once. “This is it. Looks a bit similar to the setup used with miss Waterhouse, doesn’t it. Sadly we won’t be caning you, though I would really love to. But the minister didn’t approve of that. However, if you by chance refuse to cooperate like the inquisitor explained you would, we will cane you after all.”
The man looked her in the eyes with a cruel expression on his face.
“Please, rebel like you are used to and give us a reason to tie you up and beat the crap out of you.”
“That’s enough, Duncan,” said Lucius, who came up behind the girl and took her by the arm. He walked with her to the stage and rubbed a hand over her shivering back.
“Don’t listen to him,“ he said, “just stick to the plan and it will be alright.”
Yeah, that’s what she needed to do. Cooperate like Lucius had told her to be able to survive this. And then follow Fisher’s plan to delay it all as much as possible, so her friends could start rioting outside and hopefully save her.

Nathalie shivered as she got on stage. Looking up at the ceiling she saw straps and cuffs hanging down from hooks, which meant they could hang her in all sorts of different positions.
“Don’t worry about those cuffs,” said the inquisitor, catching where she was looking, “those are only going to be used when you refuse to proceed, which of course you won’t.” She looked at him and nodded that she understood.
“There’s one other addition you should know about,” said the inquisitor. He showed her a bottle with a milky liquid inside.
“This is the lubrication we will use. It has some special qualities. It will function as a kind of Viagra, which will help you get aroused much more easily.”
He didn’t say it was also going to cause her vaginal mucous membranes to swell up considerable and greatly tighten her vaginal tract, which was why Duncan had agreed to use it.
“Oh, and before we forget,” he added, taking the vibrating egg from his pocket. “This will go in your ass.”
Nathalie stared at the plastic egg in his hand and shivered. She was all too familiar with that.
“So you want me to orgasm while I torture myself?” she said bluntly.
“That will be the best way to make sure nobody considers this as an ultimate form of torture and execution,” he explained.
“And it will make me look like a real pervert,” she sighed.
“That’s a small price to pay for your life and that of your friends,” the man replied.

“Bend over,” said the inquisitor while rubbing some of the lubricant on the egg. “And spread your ass cheeks wide.”
The girl hesitated and blushed when she complied. Bending over and pulled her ass cheeks open, she felt the egg being pushed against her anus and with a gasp she felt it going in. It hurt more than before, but the pain was brief and she quickly felt the object nestling inside her rectum. It was true, the drugs had enhanced her sensory perception quite a bit. Every pain, but also everything pleasurable, would be felt much more intense than ever before.

Lucius guided her to the pole, where the guards had pushed two wooden constructions, that almost looked like tables, against the sides of it to kind of form an elevated platform. Nathalie was instructed to climb on the tables and sit behind the metal cylinder, which was sticking up through a gap, 20 cm above the platform. She gasped as she looked at it, actually shocked when she realized how big it really was. The shiny metal thing looked ominous and scary as hell. Not just because it was absolutely huge, but also because it had a strange resemblance to a penis. The top 8 cm was tapered and then there was a ridge, making it look almost like a head of a penis. That ridge scared her especially as it was so much wider than the rest of the pole. It would form an extra obstacle to overcome and she could not imagine how.
She shivered as she saw the markings at the front of the cylinder. The scale was much more readable than the previous pole had, because there were coloured markings as well. The green line was 10 cm, the yellow line at 20 and the red line at 30 cm. She cringed as she noticed how far down that was.
“Do you notice the hole in the top of the pole?” asked Lucius. She frowned and looked at it. There was indeed a small hole in the tip of the cylinder.
“Push on the pole and press it downward.”
She reached out and placed a hand on the smooth and cold surface of the pole, but she immediately pulled back as it felt really cold and it felt painful to her.
“It’s freezing,” she gasped.
“No it’s not,” said Lucius, ‘It’s chilled but still well above freezing point.”
She noticed that the smooth surface of the pole was covered with condensation, indicating it was much colder than the air in the auditorium. But there was no ice on it, so it mostly felt painful to her touch, due to the drugs they had given her. With a shiver she put her fingertips on the top and pressed against it. But nothing happened, there was no movement. She tried to push harder, this time using her whole hand, but it still moved only slightly. The spring in the bottom of the pole was much stronger than the one used the other day. With a gasp she used both hands, pushing against the ridge around the top of the cylinder and finally managed to move the pole downward. Immediately a milky liquid squirted out of the hole. And it was warm, almost hot on her skin.
“That’s lubricant,” said the inquisitor, “and we warmed it up so you can feel it better in contrast with the cold metal.”
Nathalie felt tears welling up in eyes and she cringed at the realization they had come up with so many horrible elements to make this worse for her, she wondered how she could survive, let alone endure it all.
 
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