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33. Pressure​

For some time Nathalie was left alone sitting on the platform near the chrome pole, while the prosecutor and inquisitor went to the business of greeting the visitors that were entering the auditorium. She tried to ignore the people but blushed as she felt many eyes on her naked body. She felt drunk, which was the drugs running through her system of course. In the meantime she studied the pole a little better, trying to avoid any more surprises. The hole in the top was smooth and when she ran her finger over it, she noticed it was too small to put her finger into it. She got some of the milky lubricant on her fingers, which reminded her a bit of cum. She brought it to her nose to smell it, but unlike cum it had a sweet smell, like fruit or something. Rubbing it between her fingers she noticed it was more like a gel than a liquid, or actually the same stickiness as cum. It made her giggle softly, which were the drugs talking.

Once again she tried to push on the pole, noticing how much force she had to use to compress the spring at the bottom. She had to push even harder to get it entirely to the lowest point, which was 6 cm down. She tried a couple more times and noticed that a quick and hard push resulted in a larger squirt of lubricant. Almost as if it was ejaculating. It made her giggle again, but then she blushed and called herself back to reality. This was no fun, she told herself. This was just a most horrific porn show. How was this even remotely justified? She looked at the audience, mostly elderly men that looked at her with disapproval. They all felt superior and yet they came to see a show like this? She became very angry. She wanted to jump down from the tables and start hitting those corrupt faces. But she controlled herself, not wishing to make it any harder for herself as they undoubtedly would subdue her, tie her down, hang her up from the ceiling and force the pole into her with force. Better to cooperate, she said to herself with clenched fists.

‘Well, if they came to see a porn show, I will give them one,’ she then thought and scooping up some of the lubricant, she smeared it on her pussy and began to finger herself while spreading her legs wide open. The lube felt warm and made her vulva tingle. Her fingers also felt good rubbing around her clitoris and between her lips. She looked the men and women straight in the eyes while she openly masturbated, which was somewhat satisfactory as she got the desired shocked expressions in return, while some even hastened to look away. The satisfaction didn’t last long though, because she suddenly noticed three camera’s being switched on and then her own naked body appearing on a very large screen behind her. And for some reason the audience didn’t have trouble looking at her on screen, even when her pussy was in full view. Disgusted she stopped masturbating and closed her legs.

“Welcome everybody,” said a man who had taken the microphone. Nathalie had not been introduced to him and she had no idea who it was, but he clearly was going to be the host of the event.
“My name is Edward Breakstock, and I will be your host for today,” he said, introducing himself to the crowd as well as to Nathalie.
“First of all, let me reassure you, this won’t turn into a repetition of the Waterhouse incident. Nobody knows we’re doing this here,” he smiled. Nathalie hoped he was wrong there and that Fisher had indeed warned her friends. Soon there could be protests outside, right?
“And secondly,” he continued, “we will not beat the girl as she has volunteered for this punishment. Her perversion is such that she will gladly penetrate herself with the metal pole. She even chose a type 4 pole, the one you can see here. It has never been used before and looking at it, I can understand why. But the girl insisted we had to make this challenging for her.”
There was applause and Nathalie blushed in anger because of the obvious lie. This was not her choice at all.
“For those unfamiliar with this type, it has several technical enhancements, it is 1 meter high and it has a width of 8 centimetres. Imagine that going in there,” he said, pointing at the screen where the image of Nathalie’s pussy shown on the huge screen. Her pussy looked incredibly tight, which was only natural for such a young woman as she clearly was. The audience began to chat and some of them laughed. Nathalie blushed even more, both in anger and of shame, and covered her vulva with her hand.

“But let’s not keep the girl waiting any longer, I’m sure she’s eager to start,” said the host, not going to explain more about the procedure, “Nathalie Woods, ladies and gentlemen, a professed feminist and lesbian, showing you the extend of her perversions.”
The audience applauded and Nathalie shivered with a bright blush on her face. Looking around she noticed more people were blushing, especially women. She also noticed how the prosecutor was not applauding. He sat on the front row and had an angry expression on his face. He clearly was not satisfied with how this turned out.

Lucius approached and leaned against the platform behind Nathalie.
“Get up on your haunches behind the cylinder and spread your knees wide,” he instructed her, “use your hands to lubricate the head and also smear some on your pussy.” He didn’t speak out loud so only she could hear his instructions. And though he was a professed sadist and he had tortured her quite severely before, she now regarded him as her ally. Yes, he would enjoy her being tortured, but he had proclaimed himself as protector as he wanted her to survive this. She had decided to trust him for now, as she had little choice.

Nathalie squatted on her toes behind the pole, blushing from her hairline to her breasts. She used her hands to stroke the cold metal and by pushing on it, she made more lubricant come out of the tip. With a shiver she spread the warm gel over the cold surface and then also on her vulva. She frowned as she felt how her clitoris was very sensitive and even swollen. Was that the effect of the drugs or the lubricant? Lucius told her to rub her vulva against the top of the pole and she gently eased herself forward until she reached the ominous object. She had to lift herself into a higher squat to place her slit against the metal top and gasped as she felt the coldness immediately radiating through her crotch. It was way colder than the previous pole had been and to her senses it almost felt like it was freezing. But she committed to it and rubbed her slit over the smooth and slippery surface.
“Spread your lips and push the tip against your vaginal entrance. Then push the pole down,” instructed Lucius. Nathalie looked down while balancing on her toes, spreading her lips and pressing herself against the tip. With a groan she pushed downward, her lips folding around the smooth tip. But nothing moved. She gasped and pushed down harder, wedging the tip now harder into her vaginal entrance. The pole moved downward a little and warm lubricant oozed into her pussy. The contrast between the warm lubricant and the freezing pole, made her gasp.
“Now wiggle and massage your pussy on the top,” said Lucius.
Nathalie felt her head spinning as she did as instructed, feeling stormed by a whole lot of conflicting sensations. The cold metal kept spreading her vaginal entrance open, which felt very obscene to her, while the rubbing of her sensitive area against the unyielding metal also made her tremble with rising excitement. It felt arousing and she was getting horny! With blushing face she looked at the audience, their faces staring with concentration at the screen, while also softly commenting on what they saw. She turned her head and watched the screen, seeing her pussy rubbing against the shining metal pole. This too excited her, while also filling her with shame.

For a while she was made to gently move her vaginal entrance on and over the cold metal, sometimes pushing against it to make it wedge a little deeper into her orifice and cause some more lubricant to ooze inside her. She was panting and blushed ever deeper red while the arousal inside her body rose even higher. With her fingers she felt how her clit was fully engorged and even her nipples were tight and hard.
“Put your hands under your breasts and hold them up to the crowd,” said Lucius. “Then ride the pole like you mean it.”
Nathalie winced and blushed even deeper when she held up her breasts and began to move herself up and down, riding the cold metal dome with her pussy. The obscenity of her posture was really getting to her, but at the same time she was also getting aroused by all this. With a groan she realized she really was a slut.
Lucius made her push down a little harder and increase the pressure. This made the pole wedge even deeper into the tight ring of her vaginal entrance, slowly causing her slit to start aching. Her movements also caused the pole to slightly move up and down as she rode it, just enough to make lube leak into her body. By now it was getting everywhere inside her vagina, the chemicals working on her membranes, causing her vaginal walls to swell up and tighten while also become way more sensitive. The girl gasped when she noticed how riding on the pole brought her closer and closer to an orgasm. But at the same time she noticed how her vagina was tightening and it was getting more difficult to get the same amount of the domed tip into her opening. It felt great but her vagina was clearly clenching, as if her body was conflicted about this object entering her. A conflict she had also in her mind.

Lucius watched closely from behind what the effects were on the girl’s body and he noticed how her movements were becoming more frantic, while she also took the pole shallower inside her slit.
“Get on your knees,” he told her, “so you can ride the pole in a more stable position.”
Nathalie shivered and shook her head. But then she did comply and leaning forward she brought her legs under her, going on her knees, her feet next to the pole. Again she pressed her slit against the cold top of the pole and kind of sat down on it, wedging the pole into her tight entrance. She gasped at the round top wedged easier into her slit in this position and as she resumed riding on it, she felt her vaginal entrance take it in a little more. It was painful and yet exciting.
Lucius again told her to lift her breasts up while moving up and down, making her feel like a whore. But despite the shame and rising ache in her vaginal entrance, she also got more aroused. How was she so easily getting aroused, she wondered with amazement. And she could not stop it. With her eyes closed she moved a little faster still, repeatedly pressing her slit down on the pole, with enough force to sense the warm lubricant oozing into her. And suddenly a wave of pleasure gulfed through her body. She gasped out loud and let go of her breasts while clutching her hands on her tummy. She was trembling visibly as a first orgasm took her by surprise. It felt very intense, though it was a short one.

Lucius told her to sit down on the pole for a bit and take a breather. She gasped as she felt the cold metal spreading her vaginal entrance a little wider open as she pressed down on it, but it held her weight with ease.
“Can you confirm you just had an orgasm?” asked the host suddenly holding the microphone up to her. Nathalie blushed and blinked.
“Y… yes,” she stuttered and cringed as she heard her own voice over the loudspeakers.
“Do you think you will have more orgasms?”
The girl trembled and shrugged in reply.
“Well, have fun,” said the host, finishing the mini-interview. It was so embarrassing and Nathalie wished the earth would swallow her up at this point. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she heard the audience commenting on it, calling her a slut and depraved.
 

34. Added Discomfort​

The prosecutor got up on stage and went to Lucius, who was just behind her. Nathalie could hear them talking. The fat man was furious and called it a travesty that she was enjoying herself instead of suffering. Lucius defended the procedure by indicating how this made her look like a slut, which was good propaganda.
“Then make her look like a slut in suffering,” said the prosecutor furious, “do something to her obscenely dangling tits and hurt those udders or I will order someone to cane her!”
Nathalie shivered and watched the man return to his seat. He would do anything to make her suffer, she figured. And Lucius could only protect her so much.
“You heard him, we have to do something,” said Lucius. Nathalie gasped when he handed her a couple of thick rubber bands.
“Put these on your breasts,” he instructed her. The girl hesitated but one look at the prosecutor convinced her she had little choice or it would become much worse. With trembling hands she took her left breast and stretched the rubber band around it, making her flesh bulge obscenely. It didn’t really hurt but it felt uncomfortable and caused her breast to look like a swollen balloon. She repeated it with her other breasts, turning that into a bulging ball as well.
“Put a few more on them to make them stick out,’ said Lucius. Nathalie complied with tears in her eyes as she used three more rubber bands to compress her breasts even tighter and make them stick out obscenely. With every movement she made her swollen tits jiggled and bounced. It was grotesque and now it also slowly began to hurt.

“Alright,” said Lucius, seeing that she was done, “now I want you to slowly raise yourself up a little, without leaving the pole of course, and then push down hard and fast.” Nathalie blinked as that was probably the last thing she wanted to do. But she complied and after carefully lifting herself up on her knees she pushed down faster, wincing as this drove her pussy against the cold top. Her breasts swayed and bounced when she moved her body like that and she reached up to hold her breasts. Lucius however told her to let go and let her breasts bounce freely. Then he made her repeat this a few times.

“Harder,” said Lucius after a few more attempts, “use more force and make sure you push the pole downward as well.”
Nathalie whimpered and resumed fucking herself on the pole, this time even faster and harder. She hit the pole harder with her pussy, making the tip go in slightly deeper, and the pole move down a little as well. Her breasts dangled and began to hurt worse. But Lucius told her to do it even faster and harder.
“Slam your pussy down on the top,” he said. The girl winced but tried and as she crashed her vaginal entrance on top of the merciless metal object, it went in deeper still, while at the same time a very strong squirt of lubricant shot into her pussy. It hurt but she was told to repeat the movement again and again, making her aching breasts bounce obscenely and making her pussy ached worse and worse.
The girl closed her eyes, weeping silently as she obscenely bounced herself on top of the pole. The lubricant soon filled her pussy so much, it began to squirt out of her. At the same time she slowly felt how her vaginal entrance began to stretch and take in more of the cold metal object each time she drove herself down on it. It hurt worse and worse, but at the same time she felt her arousal rising again, which was mostly an effect of the drugs in the lubricant flooding her system. Without realizing she did that, she began to add a gyrating motion, riding the metal pole obscenely and with clear lust. Her breasts bounced and swayed with every movement she made.
It was extremely embarrassing letting herself go like that and fucking herself on the pole in front of the audience. She stared at the people with tears in her eyes and noticed how some watched her with expressions of fascination, while others had a look of disgust on their face. She sobbed silently but kept going, unable to stop herself. She felt extremely embarrassed, in pain and yet also getting more and more aroused by stabbing and grinding her pussy repeatedly on top of the cold metal pole.

Seeing how the girl was getting closer to another climax, Lucius instructed her to go faster and use even more force.
“And keep going, even when you climax,” he added. The girl whimpered but did as she was told, bouncing even harder on the large pole. Suddenly she began to climax and though she felt the strong urge to stop, she instead kept pumping herself, pressing her spasming vagina again and again on the cold metal. Wave after wave tore through her abdomen and she was visibly shaking. With a loud cry she achieved a second and even a third orgasm while she kept driving the pole harder and deeper into her tight vaginal opening. Then finally she collapsed, sitting on the pole with her weight, sensing how her vagina kept spasming around the wide intruder.

“Keep sitting on it,” said Lucius, “and take a breather.” The girl whimpered as her vagina pressed down hard on the top of the pole, which stretched her painfully wide. Her weight had pushed the pole in its downward position, completely compressing the spring in the bottom. Her vaginal ring held and carried her weight, though a fierce pain began to radiate from her vaginal entrance as the climactic pleasure ebbed away. She whimpered and felt with her fingers how her pussy lips were stretched tightly around the metal. It felt tighter than the day before, but she wasn’t even at the ridge yet and Lucius informed her she had taken around 6 cm inside her now, which was also a width of 6 cm. The girl blinked tears from her eyes and shook her head. She could not imagine taking this any deeper as she had already done everything she could. She also could not imagine how she could be humiliated any further.
 
35. Positions

Nathalie sat on her knees with her crotch resting on the broad top of the smooth and cold pole. Her pussy was twitching in vague memory of pleasure and also aching with the large intrusion. Through her tears she watched the crowd in front of her. They were watching her and talking about her. She felt exposed, ashamed with her own performance and the betrayal of her body. How could she climax while being so humiliated and hurt? She drew in her breath, fighting against the tears. In her mind she prayed for her friends to hurry up with the protests and possible uprising. She could not keep doing this for very long and she hoped to be rescued before it got too painful. With despair she turned her head and looked at Fisher, who was standing at the side. He didn’t give her any signal or hope, probably unable to tell her about anything going on outside the facility.

Lucius woke Nathalie from her thoughts by instructing her to get up. He made her place her feet on either side of the gap between the tables and squat down behind the bollard. With her knees spread wide and her feet flat, she came low enough for her buttocks to almost touch the tables. The metal pole was now right in front of her belly and reached all the way up to her bellybutton. Nathalie shivered as she was told to use her hands and rub the lubricant all over the smooth cold metal. Having it this close to her tummy and seeing how high it reached up, made her cringe. The size and cold hardness also made her shiver. It was not an object she’d ever consider to have sex with or get aroused from. Which she wasn’t – it was the drugs that made her feel aroused. Even now.

Lucius told her to raise herself a little and while leaning back on the tables, push her crotch forward and against the tip of the pole. With a groan she slipped her lips around the domed head of the pole again, before straightening herself and pushing down on it. The girl had to shift a little and reposition a few times to get it right, but she ended up squatting on top of the pole, the tapered head wedged into her tight vaginal opening. She shivered as it felt so cold and hard, but she kept her position, her arms leaning on her knees.
“Now I want you to gyrate your hips,” said Lucius. “And while you massage your pussy like that, also try to lower yourself into a deeper squat by pushing the pole down with your pussy, alright?”
Nathalie nodded with a blushing face, feeling both warm and cold at the same time. She shivered as she started grinding on the cold metal surface, sensing how it stretched her vaginal muscles in every direction. Slowly she also pushed herself a little bit lower, forcing the pole down and compressing the spring inside the bottom. A squirt of warm lubricant flowed into her vagina and made her shiver again. She grunted when she felt the pole coming to a stop and resist her movements.

“Good,” said Lucius, when he saw how she had pushed the pole in its lowest position. “Now lean a bit forward and start moving your hips, fucking your pussy on the bollard.”
Nathalie whimpered a little as she leaned further forward, her breasts dangling on front of her. She sensed how this also shifted the way her pussy was pushing against the metal head. Then she lifted her butt slightly and pushed back down again. The pole rose up a little before she pushed it down again with her pussy which resulted in another squirt of lubricant. Lucius told her to continue and go a little faster.
“Keep the movement small and push down with force,” he said.
The girl tried to do that, almost keeping the pole in its downward position the entire time and then also pressing her pussy hard on the smooth cold head. She gasped and groaned with every push and she shivered as she also stared at the crowd in front of her. No doubt they were watching her shaking breasts and pussy grinding down on the fat pole.
Nathalie felt her vaginal ring slowly becoming wider, folding further around the smooth dome.
“You’re doing great,” said Lucius behind her, “now sit straight up and put your hands on your butt while you keep fucking the head with force.” The girl gasped as her position changed, as well as the angle on her vulva, but she kept bouncing her tight vagina on the tapered top, pushing down with force every time.
Then she had to lean forward again, placing her hands on her knees, while pumping her hips up and down and press her pussy hard down on the pole. The girl was panting and sweating profusely, but she kept going. On the one hand, it hurt as she was stretching her pussy to the limit every time she pushed down. On the other hand it began to excite her again, especially when the pole squirted some warm lubricant inside her pussy.

“Alright, now get up and turn around,” said Lucius. Nathalie panted and sighed as she got up on trembling legs and turning around, she once more lowered herself.
“Take my hands and keep looking at me,” said Lucius. She blinked and nodded, while she used her vulva to push the pole back down again. She repeatedly forced her vaginal entrance against the tapered head and slowly she was taking in more of it. She gritted her teeth when Lucius made her push down faster and harder, fucking the pole with more force. The pain in her vaginal entrance kept rising, but so was her arousal. She looked up and saw the large screen zoomed in on her moving butt, the split of her vulva clearly visible as it folded repeatedly around the smooth tapered head of the pole. There was white foam frothing from her lips and the lubricant ran in white strands down the metal surface. It almost looked like cum and she bit her lip in embarrassment. She also noticed how her pussy was clearly taking in more of the tapered head and her lips were almost touching the ridge which was the widest part of the pole. She whimpered as she could not imagine ever getting that inside her.
“There’s a ridge,” she whimpered, almost hoping that the inquisitor would tell her that was as far as she needed to go. But he told her quite the opposite.
“After you get the ridge in, it will be easier because your vaginal entrance won’t have to stretch any wider than that. And the entrance is the narrowest part of your orifice.”
“But the ridge is wider than the pole,” she whimpered.
“Yes, at that point the pole has a diameter of 9 cm. It’s an extra feature.
“But, it was supposed to be 8 cm in diameter, that’s what you told me!” she exclaimed.
“I know. Duncan had it welded on at the last minute. Just so it would do more damage. But the rest of the cylinder is still only 8 cm wide and I think you will be alright.”
Nathalie blinked and could not imagine how anything this big could enter her pussy. But then again, she was already taking in more than she had ever imagined possible.

“Alright, keep still like this,” said Lucius while she was in squatting position, her vulva pressed tightly against the cold pole and having taken almost the entire head inside her.
“We’re going to switch on the vibrators.” Nathalie gasped and jumped a little when suddenly the egg in her ass began to vibrate. But the pole as well. Strong tremors went into her pussy and through her lower abdomen. She gasped repeatedly as this quickly raised her arousal again. She just couldn’t keep still and began to gyrate her hips a little, riding the massive trembling pole sticking inside her. And then she also began to bounce a little, moving herself up and down and riding the huge invader.

Nathalie rode the pole in squatting position, hands forward and held by the inquisitor. Her eyes were kept on the screen, where she could see her own butt going up and down and her vulva bouncing on the incredibly wide metal pole. She stared as if hypnotized, though her mind was reeling. Why did she keep doing this? How did she ever get in this incredible situation? How long was this torture going to continue? And why, oh why was she getting so aroused?

Lucius changed her position from leaning forward to holding her upper body straight up with her hands on her butt while she continued fucking herself on the cylinder. The girl gasped and cried, her body covered in sweat, her mouth wide open and drooling. The audience was by now chatting louder about her, arguing about how far she could take this and then someone even shouted encouraging words to her, to take it all in and such. And then she was made her turn around again, once more facing the crowd so she could see how people were standing and some of them even cheering.
As she kept fucking the pole, her pussy got almost to the widest part. Her lips were brushing up against the ridge, and sometimes even her vaginal entrance hit against it. It felt like a barrier she would not be able to take. But the inquisitor kept urging her to continue and because the vibrations kept arousing her, she slowly and surely got closer to another orgasm.

Lucius kept close track of her movements and gestured the guards to move in and stand by. He himself also stood by and he waited until the girl began to convulse, visibly climaxing another time. Lucius gave the signal and quickly the guards rushed forward to grab her ankles. Lucius moved the tables further apart to grab the girl from behind. He was careful not to lift her up but only help her balance. He did reach around her torso putting his hands on her swollen breasts and began to twirl and pinch her nipples to help her with the climax. The guards in the meantime stretched her legs sideways, almost in a full split. She ended up sitting with her full weight on the pole. She screamed, grunted and cried out, caught in a massive orgasm, while her weight pressed her pussy hard down on the pole. And slowly it made her spread open wider, almost fitting the widest part of the pole into her vaginal entrance. The pain of this intrusion killed her orgasm and the girl began to weep.
“Ah, please, it hurts,” she cried out, trying to reach for something to help raise her, but she was kept in place by the guards and the inquisitor. The men held her carefully. Even worse, Lucius placed his hands on her hips and began to swivel her pelvis, causing her pussy to squeeze down on the pole like it was an orange on a press. Nathalie screamed repeatedly as she felt the pain cleaving through her vaginal entrance. And then there was a sudden sinking sensation as her vaginal entrance let the ridge past. Once that was in, her muscles closed around the wide but somewhat smaller body of the cold cylinder and since it was so smooth and slippery, the girl began to slide down. Nathalie screamed again, trying in vain to stop her descent.

The guards lowered her legs next to the pole and the girl desperately tried to reach the ground with her toes, which she could not reach. And as they let go of her legs, her feet dangled next to the pole, her entire weight still on the top that slowly crept deeper into her tight vagina. The girl wept, feeling panic and trying in vain to hold on to something. Her feet clutched against the pole, but found no support on the smooth cold surface. Then she finally found something with her toes as one of the guards had placed two wooden crates next to the cylinder. She came down on raised toes and tried to stop her descent. She panted hard and wept with her hands on her aching tummy and her whole body was shaking and covered in sweat. The crowd stood up and applauded. They still called her a whore and a slut, but at least they admired that she had taken the massive pole inside her body. It had been amazing to watch after all.
 

36. Taking a break​

The two guards lifted Nathalie off the pole, which was difficult as the wide ridge once more had to pass through her vaginal entrance. She screamed as it tore at her flesh, but after some pulling and careful massaging, the metal monster finally got pulled out of her. The girl wept and clutched her hands on her vulva, never having felt so much pain down there before. Amazingly she wasn’t bleeding, but it still hurt like hell.

“Why are we stopping? She isn’t done,” said the prosecutor angrily at the inquisitor.
“We’re taking a break,” replied Lucius.
“A break? What you talking about? The girl can take it and she needs to suffer anyways.”
“Oh, I’m sure she can take it, but this break isn’t for her. The audience needs a break. Bathroom and such? Maybe something to eat and drink?” Lucius pointed at the people moving about, going to the hall for a bathroom break and several trays with drinks were going around in the theatre. Duncan huffed, but then turned triumphantly towards the inquisitor.
“Gag her and put her on the front of the stage. Let the audience see her up close.” He was proud to have found another way to make her suffer.

Lucius didn’t protest and had the guards fit Nathalie with a gag in her mouth so she could not speak. Then they made her sit on the stage, her legs as wide as possible so her pussy could be seen up close by anyone. People from the audience came over to look at the girl and talk about her. Some asked her questions, if she enjoyed herself and such, but she could not answer of course and she was trying to ignore them as much as possible. That was especially difficult when people actually reached out and touched her. Her sore and still swollen breasts were quite popular to be touched. It was all very degrading and humiliating.

A woman asked if she could take the elastic bands off the girl’s breasts.
“They are turning purple and it would be a shame if they fell off,” the woman argued and there was laughter all around. Lucius gave her permission and next she and her friend both tried to get the rubber bands off Nathalie’s breasts. It didn’t go easy and several times a band was lifted and then sprung back, causing the girl to yelp and cry. Then when the bands were finally removed, her breasts returned to an almost original shape, except for the clear depressions where the rubber bands had been. The colour also returned to normal, but Nathalie wept as it hurt quite bad to have the blood flow return to her breasts.

Two men later were talking right in front of the girl, about the question if she could achieve orgasms while being fucked by a guy. They could not imagine otherwise, especially since she was obviously having orgasms while fucking this inhumane bollard.
“If only we could fuck all those lesbians and make them understand a pussy is meant to be fucked by a dick,” one of them said. The other one agreed and Nathalie could not respond because of her gag, or else she would have cursed at those morons.

After 45 minutes of humiliation, Nathalie was finally pulled back up to her feet and the host also returned, requesting the audience kindly to take their places again for the second part of the event.
“I am sure we all want to see how many more orgasms this girl will have. And of course how far she can take the bollard inside her wonderfully tight vagina. So far it has already been miraculous, but this girl won’t stop surprising us.”
The audience laughed and Nathalie cringed. It was hard to shut them out when they were so loud. As she glanced at the audience, she once more spotted the prosecutor, who still had it in for her and he did look very angry at this point. The girl was becoming way too popular, he seemed to think. And again he climbed onto the stage and demanded from Lucius to make it harder for her.

“Why does he want to make it harder for me?” Nathalie asked when Lucius told her he had to add something to the whole setup.
“He wants you to suffer and he wants people to hate you. But don’t worry, he won’t succeed. By the end of the day these people will adore and admire you, or at least feel sorry for you.”
The girl closed her eyes while keeping her arms wrapped around herself. She didn’t want any of this.
“Let me do my job and go along for the ride,” said Lucius. “I’ll keep you alive.”

Returning towards the platform, consisting of the two tables placed together with the pole sticking out from between them, Nathalie felt despondent and afraid of what was going to happen next. The pole was waiting ominously for her.
According to the host, who was explaining things to the audience, they had disabled the spring for now, fixing the pole in place.
“No matter how hard the girl pushes herself down on it,” explained the host, “the pole will stay at this height,. And yes, we have witnessed she can push quite hard.” Laughter from the crowd. Nathalie closed her eyes and put her hands on her still sore abdomen. In her mind she urged her friends outside to hurry up and start protesting and rioting so this show could come to an early end. Because she feared it would soon become too much for her to endure.
 

37. Obscene stretching​

Nathalie climbed back on the platform. The tables had been replaced next to the bollard and apparently they didn’t want her standing as of yet. Instead she would have to perform squatting again. She didn’t want to, but she had no choice. She understood how she would increase her chances of survival by following the lead of Lucius and pretend to volunteer for this all. If the prosecutor got his way, she’d surely die. But the nasty man still had his ways of influencing things and he had persuaded or pressured Lucius in adding a new torture for the girl. With apprehension she saw Karl climbing on the platform as well and taking hold of two ropes dangling from the ceiling, which were lowered by Fisher. They formed two loops or nooses and as Nathalie got closer, she realized where they were going with this. They weren’t going to hang her with two nooses and the loops were too large for her wrists. Karl confirmed her suspicion, when he told her to bend over and then began to fondle her breasts, making sure they hung freely below her chest. He slipped the noose around her right breast. She moaned softly when he pulled the noose tighter, squeezing her breast until her flesh bulged and her breast deformed like a balloon. He then used the second noose to do the same with her left breast.
When he was done and she could stand up straight again, the ropes were pulled up higher, until they tugged at her breasts.

Lucius told the girl to face him and place her feet at either side of the cylinder. Nathalie complied and looked down at the ominous metal object pointing at her crotch while she listened to the man explaining to her what she was supposed to do.
“Just like before you need to squat down and press you pussy against the head. Take it inside until the ridge. We’ll manually squirt some lubricant into you, because the pole won’t move this time and you can’t make it squirt yourself. Once in place we’ll switch the vibrators on to help stimulate you and then you can start fucking it.”
Nathalie shivered as she placed her feet a little wider and then lowered herself towards the pole. The ropes tugged at her breasts but Fisher lowered them to allow her to squat, while keeping the tension on her breasts. With her hand she spread her lips and squatted down until she kissed the tip of the pole with her vulva. She winced at the touch of the cold metal, which caused her pussy to squeeze involuntarily. The coldness was making this extra hard and she breathed a couple of times, trying to get herself a little bit more relaxed. But that didn’t really help relax her vaginal entrance and when she pushed herself down, she felt like she was deflowering herself all over again, so tightly resisted her pussy entry of the pole. By gyrating her hips a little, she eased her pussy further down over the tapered head. The pole didn’t move, even when she pressed herself down harder. And with a groan she felt her vaginal entrance stretch wider around the increasing width of the pole, grunting as she forced herself to take the entire top inside of her, right up to the point where the ridge was. She sensed a few squirts of warm lube entering her pussy, which in contrast with the coldness of the metal sent shivers through her body. Then she was startled as suddenly the vibrators switched on. The girl gasped when she felt the tremors going through her abdomen from the vibrating egg in her rectum, and also from the trembling metal inside her pussy. It felt so intense, she herself began shaking as well.
Lucius reached out to her and took her hands. She looked at him and began moving herself, both gyrating her hips and moving up and down, making the tapered head go in and out of her tight pussy. Slowly she felt her vagina adjusting and she felt herself getting wet from the stimulation. She softly groaned and panted as she got aroused again, which kept puzzling her. How could she get aroused in this situation? Was it caused by the drugs in the lubricant? Or was Lucius right when he had said she was a masochist? But pain was pain, right? Pain didn’t excite her at all. And this did hurt, though not as much as before. She was still stretching herself unnaturally wide, even though her vagina seemed to adjust to it.

Lucius kept looking at her while she pumped herself on top of the trembling pole. On the screen behind him she could see herself from the back, her butt moving up and down and the pole repeatedly wedging her slit wide open as she rode against it. She looked down at her jiggling breasts, two balloon shaped orbs, tightly compressed by the ropes bound around them. It didn’t hurt much, but her chest felt tight and a little bit sore with the movements. Suddenly she startled as the vibrators stopped.

“Stop moving,” said Lucius, “and push yourself down against the widest part. Try to take the ridge into you as well.”
Nathalie blinked and drew in air, already having expected this and dreading the pain she would feel. She had been forced over it once already and that had felt like her vagina was cut open. So she now held her breath in anticipation and squeezed the hands of Lucius. Then she pushed down and gasped as she felt the tapered end wedge her open until she felt the ridge against her vaginal entrance. At this point she already felt a sharp pain as her entrance got wedged so wide open it really hurt.
“Very good, keep the pressure on and let it slowly slide in,” said Lucius, encouraging her to keep going. She groaned as she kept pushing down and then whimpered as the pain increased even more. Tears sprung to her eyes and her legs began to shake. The pain was unbearable and still rising. But slowly she felt her vagina stretching wider and through her tears she could see on the large screen how the ridge was no longer visible. Then she cried out in pain while she felt the wide metal ring slip into her, stretching her vaginal entrance so wide, it felt like she was tearing herself. Then it suddenly slipped past the entrance and into her vagina, where it didn’t hurt as much, though she could still feel it quite distinctively inside her.
With the entire head now inside her, she stopped pushing and held still in a low squatting position, waiting for the pain to ease down. She was panting and tears dripped from her eyes. Her legs were trembling with the effort and she was a little panicked with the incredible pain that radiated through her vaginal entrance, making her wonder if she got torn anyways.
“You’re breaking me,” she whimpered softly, “I think I got torn.”
“You’re fine,” said Lucius, “there’s no blood, I assure you.”
“But it hurts so bad,” she wept.
“Well, it is supposed to hurt,” replied Lucius, “but for now this obstacle is taken.” He gestured at the guards to get to the platforms and instructed them to increase the gap.
“We’re going to make you stand now,” he explained to the whimpering girl. But suddenly Duncan got on stage again and he came over to Lucius.
“Change of plans,” he grinned. “The audience loved seeing the entire head of the pole slip into the girl and they want to see some more of that. Make this girl fuck it until I say it’s enough.”
Lucius sighed and shook his head.
“Don’t make me do that,” whimpered the girl frightened. Getting past the ridge once or twice was painful enough!
“We’ll have to do it, girl,” said Lucius and he waved the guards back again, leaving the platforms in place.

“Alright, pull yourself up and take it back out again,” said Lucius, taking her hands again.
The girl started weeping and shook her head. She lacked the courage to endure the same pain another time. But Lucius kept telling her she had to do it and assured her it would not tear her apart.
“Do it, now,” commanded Lucius while still holding her hands. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip while softly crying. Then she strained the muscles in her legs and pushed herself upwards. She squeezed the hands of Lucius hard and pulled when she felt the pain once again increasing. The ridge began spreading her vaginal entrance wider open again. On the screen her pussy seemed to bulge outward and she screamed in agony. Then the ridge reappeared and slipped out of her pussy.

Nathalie was panting hard, her mind reeling with the sensation as if she had just delivered a baby. She raised herself completely off the pole and stood up with shaking legs, her eyes filled with tears.
“Great,“ said Lucius, still holding her squeezing hands. “Now squat down again and take it back in.”
She looked back at him in despair and wept.
“It hurts so bad,” she sobbed. But Lucius didn’t give in and the crowd behind her also seemed merciless as they called out to her to do it again. Looking over her shoulder she saw Duncan grinning victoriously.

Once more the girl lowered herself, pressing her pussy against the cold metal top of the pole and wedging it into her vaginal entrance. With a grunt she pushed until the ridge was once again against her entrance and slowly she tried to take it in. It hurt just as bad as before and she screamed when it painfully slipped into her.
“Don’t wait until the pain subsides,” said Lucius. “Go back up again.” The girl cried out as she pushed herself up again with shaking legs, dragging her vaginal entrance once more around and over the incredible wide ridge. And as soon as it reappeared after dragging her pussy lips outward again, Lucius told her to go back down.

Again and again the girl was forced to take the wide ridge into her pussy and drag it back out again. It hurt immensely every time, like she was repeatedly giving birth. But slowly her vaginal entrance adjusted and though the pain became a constant fierce burning sensation, she could complete the procedure with more ease every time.
“Okay that’s good enough,” said Lucius at some point. Nathalie felt relieved they were done with this torture. But once again Duncan appeared and he demanded to continue.
“Make her do it while facing the crowd,” he said. And turning to the girl he said “Give it your best. The audience wants to see you orgasm while giving birth to this monster!”

Nathalie wept as she pulled herself off the massive pole and turned around with shaking legs.
“Squat down behind the cylinder and press you tummy against it,” instructed the inquisitor. Nathalie did and shivered as she pressed her warm sweaty belly against the chilled metal. Going in the lowest squatting position, with her ass cheeks against the tables, the tapered tip of the pole reached almost to her belly button.
“Now use one hand to rub all around the cylinder, while using your other hand to masturbate.”
Nathalie complied while blushing bright red, rubbed one hand over the cold and slippery metal object and using the other to massage her sore slit and rub around and over her clitoris. She closed her eyes as this started to excite her and she quivered when she felt her vagina twitch and respond to the stimulation. Quickly her arousal grew but before she could reach an orgasm, Lucius instructed her to press her pussy on top of the pole. She raised herself up and pushed her pelvis forward, kissing her warm vulva against the cold tapered head and slowly slid herself over it.

“Now fuck yourself on the pole while you masturbate yourself,” said Lucius.
She gasped as suddenly the vibrators switched back on and she also felt several squirts of warm lubricant inside her pussy. Closing her eyes she continued rubbing her clitoris while she began moving herself up and down. There was also a tug at her chest as the ropes got pulled upward and put pressure on her bulging breasts. The pull was not strong enough to really hurt her breasts but her swollen flesh was pulled up slightly, making her breasts bounce more easily as she moved herself up and down. And the added pressure in her breasts kind of helped with her stimulation.
“Go up and down past the ridge,” instructed Lucius when he noticed she fucked only the tapered top of the pole. Nathalie whimpered as she knew that would hurt, but she complied and with a loud grunt she pushed herself down past the ridge and then back up again. She moved slow as it hurt so much, but the inquisitor encouraged her to speed up.
With tears in her eyes and with cries each time she forced the ridge past the ring her vaginal entrance, she fucked the massive pole obscenely, but the inquisitor still wanted her to move faster. And she needed to masturbate herself more intensely either. She whimpered and cried as she started to bounce herself on top of the cylinder, making the entire head of the pole slide in and out of her tight vagina. At the same time she rubbed and flicked her clitoris with her fingers. Her movements made her tug at the ropes with her breasts, making them jiggle and bounce as well. And with the strong vibrations running though her abdomen from the pole and the vibrator in her ass, she slowly got more aroused, despite the pain of the repeated entry and exit of the massive intruder.

After several minutes of fucking herself on the pole, her legs were trembling so bad, she just had to stop. The inquisitor instructed her to take the head of the pole inside her and then hold still for a bit. And as she was catching her breath, he told her to lean back.
“Support yourself with one hand on the platform,” he said. Nathalie panted as she tried to lean back, which changed her position drastically. With a groan she felt the pole forcing her vagina to push forward and on the lower part of the tummy a slight bulge appeared. In this position she had to move again and slide her vagina up and down around the massive pole. She no longer had to go past the ridge at this point but instead she had to push herself a little deeper over the cylinder. The bulge on her tummy grew larger and moved a little higher each time she pushed down. But she was told to ignore that and resume masturbating with her free hand.

Through her tears Nathalie saw the audience watching her while she fucked the pole, her legs spread wide open so they could all see her pussy stretched around the incredible object. Her eyes fell on two women in the back, who were filming her with their cell phones. She blinked the tears away and looked closer. There was something odd about those women. And suddenly she gasped. They were disguised! She didn’t actually recognize them, but she was certain she knew them. Two girls had managed to infiltrate and were filming her ordeal. But why? And why were they not protesting and coming to her aid?

Nathalie felt her breath halt in her throat and her heart missed a beat when she realized they were collecting evidence. And possibly sending footage of the situation to others outside the facility. They were not rioting yet, because so far she wasn’t suffering bad enough to enrage everybody! Nathalie wanted to scream and shout at them, that she was suffering enormously already and she needed to be rescued now! But she couldn’t make a sound and instead she wept while her fingers flicked her swollen clitoris furiously, making it appear she was really getting off on this. And actually she was, despite the shame and pain. The ridge was sliding up and down inside her vagina, rubbing against her G-spot with every movement, greatly adding to the pleasure she was feeling from the vibrations and her own fingers. But it remained very difficult to get an orgasm, especially when she was told to take the pole even deeper, by which point it began to push against her cervix. The screen showed how her vagina was reaching the 15 cm mark and together with the higher bulge on her tummy, it gave a good idea how full her vagina was.
 
Jonas123 said:
I hope your okay and not ill or so. Would love to her more of this peculiar story!
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I'm sadly struggling with my health. And I am also struggling with my moral responsibility when writing stories like this.
 
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