Hilda screamed so loud that it rang off the hard, wet walls of stone. She couldn’t
believe any human being would inflict such pain on another, especially a female, but
General Godard smiled and seemed to relish her cries. In fact he encouraged them. She
was strung up in a wide “X”, her arms pulled to the sides, high up. Her legs were secured
in an equally wide spread, her crotch feeling as if she was being split up the middle.
But it was her insides that were on fire, the electricity racing through all of the wires
Doctor Stemme had painstakingly placed on all her most intimate parts of her body. It was
bad enough when the shiny metal clamps were attached to her nipples, Doctor Stemme coaxing
them gently into erection before he cruelly snapped the clamps on the sensitive tips.
Then it was her crotch his fingers worked on, urging her juices from her sex before he
placed the clamps up and down each pussy lip, the heavy clamps and wires that trailed from
each one pulling her lips towards the floor. She couldn’t do anything as he thrust the
rubber handled dildo inside her pussy, the thick metal fake cock pushing aside all
resistance until it pushed hard against her cervix. The final indignity, the metal probe
shoved unceremoniously in her asshole, the thick metal aching as it lay unmoving inside
her clenching hole, the tapered end trapped inside her by her own anal muscles. What did
she do to deserve such treatment?
Hilda had been captured by the invading German Army last month. Taken from her home, the
soldiers gathered up all the villagers in the small town in Hungary. She was separated
from her parents, with tears in her Mother’s eyes her only parting before the soldiers
threw her into the back of the army truck with other young girls of the village. They had
traveled for over two weeks, picking up more girls until the truck was filled with over
twenty of them. Most were Hilda’s age, twenty, with a few as young as eighteen, but the
oldest was not more than twenty-five. All were attractive, and a deep fear settled into
the pit of Hilda’s stomach from this fact. There were stories of the girls taken and
raped, but so far no one had touched them; nothing but a leering gaze at them or a more
than casual touch on their ass. Their stomachs growled, the food given them barely able
to sustain them. The truck bumped along the small country roads, the air cooling as they
drove higher into the mountains. They were given warm jackets to wear, the snow already
covering the ground. They could see they were going high up a mountain, the winding road
moving them closer and closer to the top, the sharp edge of the road dropping off into
deep cliffs below.
It had been three weeks before the truck finally came to a stop, the girls getting out,
stretching their supple bodies from the long ride. Hilda looked at the castle, which was
the only way to describe it. It sat perched precariously on the top of a mountain, the
view blocked by the heavy fog that surrounded it. It must be hundreds of years old, the
rocks crumbling on the walls. They were parked at the back of it, and Hilda looked up at
the windows, the bright lights shining out of them, the sound of music coming from
somewhere inside. Maybe they were captured to be maids or servants, a much better thought
than what had been in her head. She was a virgin, hoping to save herself for her future
husband. So far the Germans had treated the girls as gentlemen would.
“Gather around here Fräuleins,” the German Captain yelled to the girls. He looked
at them, all lovely girls. He hoped they had bodies to equal their faces, the winter
coats hiding their best assets. They would soon be inspected. Inspected intimately, and
the Captain hoped for a chance at one of them first, especially a virgin, but the Senior
Officers seemed to always get them first.
Hilda was herded with the other girls through the back door, past the kitchen, where she
got a glimpse of a large kitchen staff working diligently to prepare what seemed to be a
lot of food. There had to be hundreds in the castle that needed to be fed. There was
hope for Hilda after all, seeing lots of girls in short serving dresses racing out of the
room with trays of food. If that was all she had to do to survive, wear a short dress,
that wouldn’t be bad. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, though she was a bit modest.
They were herded down a long damp corridor, feeling like they were moving downward, the
lights flickering as they moved toward what seemed to be the basement of the castle.
There was a steep staircase, the girls trudging nosily down the wooden steps, holding onto
the railing to keep from falling. They finally came to the bottom, where a large wooden
door squeaked open, the lights bouncing off the stone walls inside. Hilda was lined up
with the other girls against the wall, feeling the dampness already pervading her clothes,
a chill setting in. They had taken the warm jackets from the girls, leaving them in the
thin dresses most of them wore when they were captured. Two more officers joined the
Captain, Hilda not able to identify their rank, but by the way the Captain responded to
them, they were obviously senior to him.
Hilda knew a bit of German, and was able to catch fragments of their hushed conversation.
“Jungfrau” the German word made her fearful, knowing that it meant virgin, and
“deflorieren”, to deflower. Were they speaking of taking her virginity? Were they really
brought here to be raped?
Before Hilda could even contemplate her fate, the girls were ushered from the room, one
at a time, a guard with a rifle shoving them out as the Officers looked at them as if they
were buying fruit, their eyes racing up and down their bodies as they moved in front of
them. Hilda was ushered down a long hall by a young German soldier, his eyes failing to
even recognize her as he pushed her into a cell. Hilda stopped when she saw the bars on
the small window, but the rifle that pushed painfully into her back forced her through the
door, the heavy wooden door closing, the lock clicking shut before she could even protest.
She looked around the small room, a cot on one side, a toilet and a sink over in the
other corner. There was nothing else. A single bulb burned from the ceiling,
illuminating the rank stone walls and floor almost ominously. Hilda could hear the other
doors closing, sure it was the rest of the girls being shoved into similar cells. She sat
down on the hard cot, the blanket scratchy. She began to sob. It was all hitting her at
once, the loss of her parents and now locked into a cell like a caged animal. She curled
up on the cot, pulling the rough blanket over her. She shut her eyes from the harsh light
of the open light bulb.
The door clanging open scared her awake, and Hilda sat up in the bed to see the same
soldier in the doorway.
“This way.” He had a short riding crop in his hand, slapping it harshly on his thigh,
enjoying the way her body jerked from the noise.
Hilda got up, smoothing her wrinkled dress down over her legs, afraid of where he would
take her. He marched her down the long hallway, Hilda catching glimpses of some of the
girls in the cells as she passed them, a few of them sobbing quietly. At the end of the
hallway the light shone from a room, the soldier stopping at the doorway, instructing
Hilda inside. She stepped inside the brightly lit room, seeing two men inside. One was
an officer, dressed in his uniform, polished black boots on his feet. The other man sat
behind a long desk, a white smock as if he were a Doctor. What scared her was the
furniture around the room. A gynecological table ominously sat at the side of the room,
the gleaming metal stirrups sticking up almost majestically, brown leather straps at the
end. Why did they need the straps on a gynecological table? The other furniture was hard
to describe, large pillars of wood crossing each other in an “x”, leather straps lining
each pillar. Strange chairs without seats, benches, tables all made more ominous by the
leather straps and cuffs that would serve only one purpose. To secure someone to them.
The Doctor smiled at Hilda, his eyes already taking in her beauty. She had auburn hair
that hung partially down her back, disheveled from her long trip. Her green eyes sparkled
as they seemed to question him from afar. Her complexion was fair, with a lovely pair of
lips that smiled in spite of her predicament. The thin dress did little to hide her
lovely breasts or her long lean legs. He couldn’t wait to inspect her further. “I am
Doctor Stemme. And this is General Godard. He is Commander here.”
“Why am I here?” Hilda’s voice broke as she stuttered in fear.
“You are here to serve the German Army. You can cooperate and make it easier on
yourself. If you choose not to, I can assure you that it will be very painful.” General
Godard’s voice boomed in the room.
“I don’t want trouble General,” her voice trembling. She was afraid of what he had said.
Serve the German army. “I can be a very good waitress General. I saw a number of girls
upstairs.”
“I’m afraid we only use German girls for that position, Hilda. We have other plans for
you. German Officers come here to relax from the war. You will be one of the girls that
will make their stay more enjoyable. You are a very lovely girl. With a nice body. My
Officers will enjoy your pleasure.” General Godard looked at her with piercing eyes.
“No more discussion on this Hilda,” Doctor Stemme interrupting Hilda before the words
could even come out her mouth. “You will first have to be examined to make sure that you
are free of disease.” He paused for a moment, seeing the worried look etched on her face.
“Remove your dress.” He said adamantly.
“But the General is here.” It was bad enough to have to strip in front of the Doctor,
but the General was staring at her. And it wasn’t a passing interest in her, his eyes
running up and down her body as he checked her out. She was afraid they were going to
turn her into a whore for the German Officers.
“I am in charge here Hilda. Now do as the Doctor says or I will bring in a few soldiers
to strip you naked. Would you like that?” General Goddard was eager to see her naked
body, maybe be the first one to enjoy her charms, sure that she was a virgin.
She trembled, both men looking at her with lust in their eyes. Older men that wanted her
to strip naked before them, showing them her virginal body. And she was sure that it
would only get worse.
“SSSSLLLAAAAPPP.” The General snapped his riding crop on the desk, Hilda jumping at the
unexpected sound. “NOW!” General Godard grew impatient.
Her eyes opened wide in fear, the noise scaring her. But not as much as the look the
General gave her and the sound of his voice. He was not used to being disobeyed. Her
fingers went to the top of her dress, trembling as she tried to open the tiny buttons.
She fumbled with each button before it would pop open, her fingers moving down to the
next. There must be at least twenty buttons, but Hilda had never thought about them
before. The dress began to fall back, and she began turning red as her bra came into
view. She continued until she unbuttoned the last button, holding the two halves of her
dress together as she looked back up at the Doctor, seeing no mercy in his eyes. He was
looking at her not like a Doctor, but as a man. She had no choice but to slip the dress
off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor beneath her. Her hands slipped in
front of her, covering her panty covered sex from the two men, trembling.
“Would you rather be strapped down on the cold metal table and have the General strip you
naked? Put your hands away! I won’t put up with any more of your insolent behavior!”
Doctor Stemme wanted to get on with it.
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