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“Ugh!
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”
“OHH!”
she moaned as the rapist hammered
even farther into her already overstretched
vagina. As seemed to be the norm
in these circumstances her assailant’s sex organ was of heroic proportions
and in spite of being raped on numerous occasions, Larra somehow managed
to remain virgin tight.
“Ah, you like that do you?’ taunted her
assailant. “Well, don’t
worry, there’s still plenty more to
come.”
“YAA!”
another hard thrust sent spasms
of pain through her loins. She
was already suffering greatly, and her defiler had only entered her about
half the length of his penis.
Again, she attempted to break the ropes that held her, but succeeded only
in bruising her wrists. She cursed
herself for being taken prisoner so easily, but she had been captured in
a place where she had least expected an attack – in her own
home!
It had been a quiet day at her estate in the Kentish countryside near the
cathedral city of
It had been relatively easy for the two intruders to avoid detection when
they entered the house through the open doors to the
garden. Larra had been upstairs
in the bedroom. Earlier, she
had been in the dojo, working on her
kata. Hot and sweaty after her
workout, she had retired to her ensuite bathroom and taken immersed
herself in the Japanese style tub for a refreshing
soak. It was while she was bathing
that the two prowlers had entered her
home. Their timing could not
have been better. Had they entered
earlier or later Larra would probably have detected them, probably sealing
their fate. But she had been
luxuriating in the hot water, enjoying the sensation as it soaked the aches
out of her exquisite body. While
she bathed, the interlopers explored her mansion, eventually making their
way to her bedroom.
Dripping wet, and clad only in a towel, she was attacked as she stepped through
the bathroom door. A damp cloth
was clamped over her mouth.
Startled to be assailed in her own home, she had instinctively gasped
in a mouthful of air. That was
her undoing. The cloth covering
her mouth and nose was soaked with a pungent, sweet-smelling
liquid.
“Chloroform!” she thought, and held her
breath. But she was too
late, her initial intake of air had sucked enough
chloroform into her lungs to make her head
spin. Struggling, weakly, she
was able to determine that she faced two
assailants. One had clamped the
chloroform soaked cloth over her mouth and the other had seized hold of her
wrists. Under normal circumstances,
she would have made short work of the two thugs, but with her senses reeling
from the effects of the drug, she was able to offer only feeble
resistance. Eventually, she was
forced to take another breath.
After that, unconsciousness descended rapidly upon
her.
When she awoke, she found that she had been tied to one of the weightlifting
benches in her private gymnasium.
The bench was a sturdy wooden structure, built to withstand very heavy
use. It consisted of a padded
wood surface bolted to four heavy wooden
legs. Her captors had bound her
wrists and ankles beneath the bench.
As a result, her already prominent breasts were thrust upward, and
her legs were forced apart, exposing sweet pink of her
vagina. Her bath towel was, of
course, gone, leaving her exposed and vulnerable to her
attackers.
It did not take long for the two men who had captured her to notice her return
to consciousness.
“Ah,
The words were spoken by a blond heavyset man of average
height. Larra thought she detected
a slight German accent.
A second man moved into sight. He
had been standing behind her. Larra
saw that he was also light-haired, although not as blond as the
first. He was taller, probably
standing about six feet. He smiled
at her in a most menacing manner.
“Yes,” he said, “now ve can get down to
business.”
The second man’s words confirmed Larra’s
suspicions. This man’s English
was not as good. He was unmistakably
German.
“How dare you break into my home?” Larra
raged. “Release me at
once.”
Naked and helpless, Larra still managed to summon a certain air of authority
into her words. However, her
captors were not impressed.
“Do you tink Claus and I vent to all dis trouble just to let you
go? Ve are just getting
started.”
“What do you want of me?” Larra asked, trying a different
tack. She had dealt with Germans
before, much to her sorrow, and had usually found that attempting to intimidate
them just did not work. But perhaps,
if she could engage them in conversation long enough her companions would
return home and save her.
“Nothing right now,” said Claus, “but we will have some questions
later. In the meantime, we would
like to get to know you better.”
Larra swallowed hard. Claus was
stripping off his shirt, revealing a powerfully built
torso. Larra thought
quickly. Events were moving too
fast. She had to find a way to
slow things down.
“You can’t have broken into my home just to see me naked,”
she said, “there must be more to your being here than
that.”
“Actually,” said Claus, “finding you naked was an added
bonus. We do have other business
with you, but it can wait. Karl
and I have been watching your house for over a
month. We know that the other
members of your household will not return for at least four
hours. That gives us time for
some recreational activity and we will still be able to attend to our business
later.”
Larra wondered what other business the two Germans could
have. Her apprehension was growing
as Karl began to strip off his clothes as
well. She had to find a way to
keep the two men talking for as long as
possible. So far she had not
delayed them a second. Claus
had continued to undress as he conversed and was now taking off his
socks.
“I have many items of value here,” said
Larra. “Is that what you
want? It will take awhile for
you to remove them.”
“Yes,” replied Claus as her unzipped his pants, “you have
furnished your home beautifully, but the only thing of value that we want
is you.”
By now Claus was down to his shorts.
He moved directly in front of Larra before removing them, so that
he was straddling the bench between her
legs. Then with almost a flourish,
he jerked them down revealing an immense and fully erect
penis. If he intended to frighten
Larra, he did not succeed. She
had seen many men with phalluses that were equally
large, however, she now knew that her fate was
sealed. It was apparent that
Claus would not be stalled any
longer.
“Wait,” Larra appealed, trying one last
time. “I have money in the
house. In the safe, I can tell
you the combination.”
“So kind of you to offer without being asked,”
replied Claus, “but we expect to get that
information out of you anyway.
“Now, it is time to give you a good
screwing.”
Larra’s hopes fell. It was
apparent that she could not deter Claus from taking
her.
Claus settled between her thighs, his penis only a few centimeters from her
vulva. Karl handed him a small
bottle. Larra recognized it as
a bottle of bath oil she kept in her
ensuite. He opened the bottle
and poured a liberal amount into the palm of his
hands. Then he proceeded to smear
the slippery fluid over his engorged
organ. Satisfied that he was
properly lubricated, he inserted two fingers into Larra’s tight vagina
and proceeded to grease up her love canal.
“No, “Larra protested.
“Don’t do this.
You won’t get away with it.
You’ll be tracked down.”
Claus laughed. “That is
a risk I am more than willing to take,
“No!
Larra cried as Claus thrust
into her.
“No!”
That is how her rape began. Claus
banged her steadily for fifteen minutes, while Karl played with her
breasts. Slowly the steady pounding
pushed her down the bench, until her head was hanging off the
end. All the while she grunted
as Claus slowly forced the hot walls of her vaginal canal
apart.
“Ahhh!”
Karl had bit down hard
on the nipple of her left breast.
Although not unexpected, the pain in Larra’s supersensitive breasts
forced a cry out of
her.
“AAAAHHH!!”
Karl worried her breast
like a dog, clamping his teeth over her areola and shaking his head back
and forth. At the same time,
Claus hammered into her, thrusting in another two
inches. The combined attack left
her screaming for
mercy.
“Stop,
stop! Take what you want, but
just please
stop!”
“You haven’t been listening
Karl had stopped molesting her
breasts. He moved around to her
head, which hung unsupported over the edge of the bench and grabbing hold
of her jaw with both hands, forced her mouth
open. Larra knew what was coming,
but was powerless to prevent
it.
“OOOMMMPPP!”
she cried as Karl pushed his impressive organ into
her mouth. As he forced himself
deeper past her soft lips, Larra’s cries became more and more
muffled. Eventually all she could
do was murmur in
protest.
“Mmpphh! Mmpphh! Mmpphh! Mmpphh!
Mmpphh!
Both men quickened their actions
as they approached climax. With
her back arched, and covered in sweat. Larra could do nothing by wait until
her ravagers had finished with her.
The end finally came as both men ejaculated almost
simultaneously. Sperm dripped
from both ends of Larra’s body as the two thugs withdrew from
her. She was completely spent,
able to do no more than gasp in relief at the temporary end of her
ordeal.
Temporary? Larra
knew better than to expect relief from the two
Nazis. They obviously intended
to do more than just rape her once and then
leave. It did not take long before
her expectations were proved correct.
Claus had pulled his clothes back on, but Karl had
disappeared. He returned shortly,
carrying a bottle of wine and two
glasses. Larra recognized the
bottle as some of her best champagne.
“I think,” said Claus, as Karl dressed, “that we should drink
a toast to our gracious hostess, a women who has given me one of the best
fucks of my life. I would like
Karl to have a turn, but I took longer than I expected, and we still have
a little business to attend to.”
Mockingly, the two Nazis raised their glasses and
drank. When they finished, Karl
poured the remainder of the bottle over Larra’s
body.
“Now,” said Claus, “we get down to the real reason for our
visit.
Information.
We do not want anything in your household,
Larra waited for the question, her breasts still heaving from the strain
of the rape. What could these
men possible want?
“You have foiled two of our attempts to obtain artifacts that might
be of use to the Reich. We have
read your accounts of your explorations, but have found that much of the
story is missing. In particular,
your description of your expedition to
“I can’t tell you that,” said
Larra. “You would destroy
everything that is there. Hundreds
of innocent people would be killed.”
“I didn’t think you would cooperate,” said Claus, with a cruel
smile.
“So much the
better. I’ve always
wanted to do this to a
woman.”
“OH
GOD! OH NO! PLEASE!”
Larra
protested. Claus had placed the
empty wine bottle against her still dripping
vulva.
“Just tell me what I want to know,
Larra did not reply. Claus pushed
the tip of the bottle past her labia and several inches into her
vagina.
“Please,
no!”
Larra
begged. Already the pressure
of the wine bottle was beginning to hurt, and Claus had barely inserted
it.
“AAAAAHHHHAA!!”
Larra’s intense
scream of agony told clearly that Claus had pushed the bottle deep within
her, expanding her vagina to widths normally achieved only in
childbirth.
Claus grunted as he shoved the bottle even
deeper. It was a very tight fit
and he needed almost all of his strength to push it
home.
“AAAGGGGHHHH!
AAAGGGGHHHH” Larra screamed again and again.
She was reliving the terrible pain she had endured when she gave birth
to each of her children.
Claus let her scream, holding the bottle firmly
in place. Larra’s shrieks
filled the house, and would have alerted someone if the two Germans had not
bound and gagged her two remaining servants before capturing
her. As a result, there was no
one to come to her aid, and Claus simply waited until she had screamed herself
out.
Eventually Larra’s shrieks died down, to be replaced by loud moans as
the helpless woman struggled to control herself
despite the terrible torture.
“Now,” said Claus, after Larra had quieted down, “tell us
what we want to
know.”
“MMMMMM!”
Larra
moaned. “I
can’t. I
can’t”
Tears flowed freely down her gorgeous pain-wracked face, as her body
arched.
Claus pushed on the bottom of the bottle.
It was two-thirds of the way into her, but the added pressure sent
waves of pain through Larra’s tortured
body. Then the German relaxed
his grip on the bottle, allowing Larra’s vagina to push it
out. When no more than the neck
remained within her, he grasped the bottle again and brutally reinserted
it.
“AAHHHNNN!”
The terrible pain was
almost driving her mad, but she would not
relent.
“Alright,
“EEEEEAAAAHHHH!”
If Larra had thought
she was in pain before, it was nothing compared to the exquisite agony generated
by having her thighs forced together with the wine bottle still within
her.
Claus sat on top of Larra’s legs, preventing her from spreading them
again. Then he took the length
of rope that had bound her ankles and tied her legs together by passing the
rope under the bench and over her thighs.
He repeated this several times, securing the shrieking woman to the
bench.
Larra’s screams were almost deafening, but the two Nazis watched her
torment with obvious enjoyment.
Both men sat down and took out
cigarettes. In a leisurely manner
they lit up and sat back to watch the helpless
adventuress.
Larra lasted another hour. But
eventually the Germans’ patience was
rewarded. Sobbing with pain,
she broke down.
“Alright,”
she screamed,
“I’ll
tell you! I’ll tell
you! Just take it
out!”
“Not just yet,
And so Larra talked. It took
her half and hour or so to gasp out the details that the Germans
wanted. Wracked with pain, she
could barely concentrate on their questions.
Finally, Claus nodded, he had what he
wanted. “Thank you,
“Please,”
Larra whimpered,
“take
it out. It hurts so
much!”
Both Claus and Karl laughed uproariously.
“Silly bitch,” said
Claus. “You didn’t
really think we would keep our word did
you?”
“Oh
God, you scum,” Larra
cried.
“You
can’t leave me like
this!”
“Oh yes I can,” said Claus.
“As a matter of fact I intend to leave you even worse off.”
“EEEEEAAAAGGGHHH!!”
Even in childbirth,
Larra had never known such agony.
In terrible torment she writhed on the bench, twisting her bound body
in a desperate attempt to relieve the
pain.
“OOOHH
GOD!” she
screamed.
“PLEASE
TAKE IT OUT!
AAAAHHHHHAA!!”
The two Germans ignored her.
Instead they busied themselves around her, moving two other benches
into position and loading up a barbell with
weights.
Larra screamed herself into a state of
exhaustion. Her throat hoarse
from shrieking, she lay on the bench, bathed in sweat, pain shooting through
her loins like the jabs of a knife.
Concentrating her mind, Larra used her Zen Buddhist training to will the
pain away. It was an almost
impossible task considering the situation she was in, but she managed to
focus strongly enough to take some notice of what was going on around
her.
Through a haze of pain she noticed that Claus and Karl had set up a bench
on either side of her. On top
of each bench they had placed two very large candles, each one about six
inches across and eight inches high.
Larra recognized them as candles taken from the main hall of her
mansion. On top of the candles
they had placed a bar loaded with
weights. The bar extended across
the two benches so that it was suspended just above her
throat. With a gleeful smile
Karl lit both of the candles.
“There, Miss Court. We would
like to stay to see the results of our handiwork, but we have a report to
make. I think our superiors will
find the information you gave us to be very
useful.” With that parting
retort, both men turned and left the
room. Larra was alone, trying
to control her pain.
A quick assessment of her situation revealed that she was not only in terrible
pain, she was in terrible danger.
The Germans had loaded the bar suspended over her throat with about
300 pounds of weights. All that
was preventing it from crushing her throat were the two candles that were
slowly softening as they burned.
Already the heavy bar was beginning to sink into the melting
wax. In a very short time the
bar would lower itself onto her neck, ending her
life. There was no chance that
the bar could fall off to on side as it had been placed in between two steel
uprights that kept it in
place.
Larra estimated that she had less than an hour to save
herself.
She tested her bonds again, straining her already bloody wrists in an attempt
to escape, but the knots were too well
tied. Instead of loosening them,
they seemed to become tighter.
Whoever had tied her would have been a real challenge even to
Houdini. Her efforts to escape
were made that much more difficult due to the terrible pain in her tightly
stretched vagina. Controlling
her pain and at the same time freeing her mind so that she could focus on
her escape were in exact opposition to one
another. Brutally handicapped
in her efforts to escape, Larra wasted considerable time and effort fighting
off waves of pain from her ravaged loins.
The minutes went by and she was no closer to escaping than she had
been before.
The bar was now pressing against her
throat. Already its weight was
cutting into her windpipe making it difficult to draw a
breath. She redoubled her efforts,
staining every muscle in her anguished body, but everything she tried
failed. Slowly, inexorably, the
bar sank lower. Breathing was
now very difficult as the heavy weight slowly crushed the life out of
her. She could not last more
than another minute or so at best.
“NO,”
Larra
screamed.
“I
can’t die like this!”
Then the bar dropped another fraction of an inch, and she
could not draw breath. Her chest
heaved and her exhausted body quivered as the bar cut off all access to
oxygen. Blackness swept over
her.
“So this,” she thought, “is what it is like to
die.”