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The men completely surrounded her, but Larra did not move from her
chair. With her wrists still
handcuffed behind her, she could offer only minimal resistance, and in spite
of the fear that engulfed her she did not want to give Moeller the satisfaction
of seeing her struggle to escape like a frightened
rabbit. And then several pairs
of hands seized her at once.
They were not gentle hands.
They grabbed her arms and lifted her from the
chair. Then her ankles were seized
and she was lifted clear of the floor.
Held by at least four men she was flipped over so that she hung face
down, her arms viciously pulled up into a painful strappado
position. There were two sharp
clicks as the handcuffs were removed and then she was carried across the
room like so much baggage, her limbs tightly held.
So far no attempt had been made to remove any of her clothing, but
she knew that would come soon enough.
Reaching their destination, the men suddenly flipped her over and
pressed the small of her back over something rounded and
soft. It felt like the back of
a couch or large padded chair.
Larra took a slow controlled breath, trying not to pant in
fear.
One of the men spoke and she recognized Karl’s
voice. It appeared that Moeller
had given him his wish after all.
She had no doubt that another of the men was Gustav, but it didn’t
really matter if it was the devil
himself. If she was going to
be raped she hardly cared about the details of who was doing
it.
“Slowly,” Karl said.
“Moeller wants us to do it
slowly.”
Fingers closed over the edge of her thin
blouse. There was a ripping and
popping sound as it was torn open and buttons flew in all
directions. There was a moment
of silence as her magnificent torso was
revealed. “Fantastic,”
one of the men said. “I
thought you and Gustav were exaggerating, but her tits are
incredible.”
First one hand and then another groped her
breasts. The touch was more of
a caress, but Larra had no doubt that as the men got into rape they would
become more and more brutal. She
kept perfectly still, trying not to give way to the terrified trembling that
would betray her.
“Alright,” Gustav’s voice
said. “Let’s have a
look at the rest of her.”
Her slippers had already been removed when the men picked her
up. It took only seconds to slip
her pants over her hips and pull them down her
legs. “Nice looking little
snapper,” Karl said.
“I’ll bet it’s nice and
tight.”
A hand, probably Karl’s, cupped her pubic
mound. A finger slipped between
the crevice of her vulva and into her
vagina. “She’s like
a virgin,” Karl exclaimed in
delight. “We’re going
to have our work cut out for us.”
“Yes,” someone else
replied. “But it’s
the kind of work I enjoy.
Let’s get on with it.”
The words got an instant
reaction. Larra’s legs were
wrenched even further apart and she felt a man between
them. She could tell it was Karl
by the distinctive odour of his shaving
soap. “Slowly, slowly,”
Karl said. Larra felt the glans
of his penis rubbing against her vulva.
She wanted to scream, but that would only give Moeller and everyone
else what they wanted. Instead
she remained perfectly still as Karl worked his way into
her.
As Karl had said, it took a bit of
work. Larra was tight, and not
the least bit wet. Karl had to
smear some sort of lubricant over his cock before he could force it into
her. Even so it hurt like
hell. Larra held her breath trying
not to cry out, and then after a few tentative probes, Karl held her tight
buttocks and jammed himself deep inside
her. At the same time hands closed
painfully over her breasts, crushing the tender flesh and twisting her
nipples. The sudden surge of
pain caused her to cry out, and it got even worse as a mouth engulfed her
left nipple and bit down hard.
“Mmmpph!”
She was sure
the man had drawn blood. That,
together with the pain of Karl’s brutal entry, made her buck with pain
and jerk her arms and legs.
“Ah,
schlampen,” Karl
said. “Your pussy is so
nice and tight. He was sliding
smoothly in and out of her, grunting with
enjoyment. Larra had never seen
Karl, but his phallus felt like it was the size of a kolbassa and she quivered
in pain as he thrust into her.
Her head was suddenly wrenched
back. Without warning her face
was slapped twice, whipping her head back and
forth. The strength of the blows
was such that her senses reeled.
And then someone forced his member into her
mouth. Larra tried to bite down,
but her nose was pinched shut and her head was pushed down at an almost
impossible angle as the thick phallus was shoved to the back of her
throat. Gagging, she fought for
breath, unable to close her mouth as the man forced his way in and out of
her. Only once was she able to
bite and that resulted in such a violent blow to her head that she nearly
blacked out.
Then the next man took her.
He hammered her like a wild animal, taking her hard and fast with
every intent of hurting her as much as
possible.
“Ha,
take it schlampen,” the man taking her cried, as he forced his
way deeper. His hands clutched
at her breasts, bruising the tender flesh and twisting the pert
nipples. Her other assailants
joined in clutching and grabbing at her heaving
body. Every touch
hurt. Her tight vagina was ripped
open, and her firm breasts mauled.
She cried out in pain and shame as they did whatever they wanted with
her, the man raping her driving in until his thick shaft could go no deeper,
while his friends jerked her legs even farther apart and thrust their fingers
into her anus.
She could not hold back a moan of agony as she was
brutalized. Unthinking, she began
to fight back, twisting her body in an effort to avoid the
pain. It was exactly what the
men humiliating her wanted. It
made their conquest more exciting and more complete; proof of their superiority
over the arrogant English bitch.
And then it was Gustav’s
turn. “Turn her over,”
he ordered. Let’s see what
her ass is like.”
Larra fought to avoid the next phase of the
rape. Her bruised and bloodied
vagina throbbed in agony. The
thought of having her anus penetrated sent her into a frenzied attempt to
avoid her fate. But she was
surrounded and held by six men. In
spite of her frantic efforts she was bent face down over the back of what
she now knew was a couch. Her
kicking legs were forced apart and Gustav moved between them, spreading the
cheeks of her buttocks. He first
entered her with a finger, smearing lubricant into her tight anal
opening. Then he probed with
his phallus, teasing her with the painful
entry. Finally he leaned into
her, working his member a few millimeters at a time into her tight
backside.
Larra tried to scream, but someone else shoved his cock into her
mouth, muffling her agonized cry.
Her body bucked as each man thrust into her while her arms were gripped
by the elbows and wrenched up, arching her back and nearly dislocating her
shoulders.
One after the other they took her, probing her vagina, anus, or mouth
as the mood took them. Somehow
throughout all of this, Larra was able to keep track of who was raping
her. She remembered all of
them. It was all she could
do. There was nothing she could
do to prevent her assailants from having their way with her, but she listened
as they taunted her, her analytical mind memorizing every nuance of every
voice. By the time she was taken
for the fourth time she had identified the six
assailants.
She didn’t know their names, of course, except for Karl and
Gustav, but she gave them names of their
own. There was Herr Arrogance,
a man who delighted in taunting her as he took her again and
again. Then there was Herr Thug,
the rapist who bit her breasts while he violated her and licked the blood
from her torn nipples. And there
was Herr Beast, who made growling noises while he thrust into
her. And finally there was Herr
Moaner who groaned in delight as he fucked her.
Her final brutalization was something that she did not except, even
from men as depraved as they were.
As the last man finished with her something cold and very hard was
thrust into her. She could not
move, her arms and legs were held by four men and she screamed helplessly
as it was forced ever deeper into her.
“Aagghh!” Whatever was being shoved inside her
it was incredible painful and completely
unyielding. It penetrated her
deeper than any of the men had, forcing its way past her
cervix. Her assailants violated
her with it for a good twenty minutes, creating an orgy of agony that surpassed
anything that had been done to her.
In spite of the pain she writhed and twisted, attempting to escape
the terrible torment.
“Go on, Hans, pull the
trigger.”
The comment let her know what it was, although exactly what caliber
the firearm that had been forced into her was she did not
know. She moaned, her protests
reduced to a whimper through exhaustion.
She was so beaten she could hardly move, but still the terrible ordeal
continued until she was close to
fainting. Only then was the object
withdrawn from her body.
She lay exhausted and bloodied, her body covered with bruises and
bleeding badly from her vagina. Her
breasts felt like raw meat. Through
the haze of pain she could hear the door open and the movement of bodies
within the room. “Goodbye
schlampen,” Herr
Arrogance sneered as his companions slunk out of the
room. “I hope you enjoyed
that as much as I did.”
Released from the hands that held her, Larra fell back on the
couch. She was too exhausted
to do anything else. She lay
gasping for breath while the sound of footsteps moved closer to
her. “In a day or so,”
Moeller said, “I will ask the question
again. If you do not answer the
interrogation will be repeated. In
the meantime I will have you returned to your
room.”
Larra didn’t know who lifted her and carried her to her
room.
She was only aware
of Helga speaking to her as she hovered close to
unconsciousness. Moving her hands
to her lower body Larra realized that she was bleeding
badly. “Cold bath,”
she gasped. “I need a cold
bath. Got to stop the
bleeding.”
Helga understood. A few
seconds later Larra heard the bathwater
running. With incredible fortitude
she forced herself to her feet and staggered toward the sound of running
water. Helga came to help
her. Stumbling from exhaustion
she made her way to the tub and managed to slip into the
water. It was chillingly cold,
but it was what she needed. Somehow
she had to stop the bleeding.
She stood it as long as she
could. Unable to see, she
couldn’t tell for certain if the bleeding had stopped, but Helga helped
her, dragging her from the bath just as Larra began to shiver
uncontrollably. Between the two
of them Larra made it to the bed where Helga draped her in
blankets. A few minutes later
someone entered the room
The covers were turned back and there was some elaborate swearing
in German. Then Larra felt the
prick of a needle in her arm. Her
head buzzed and the world and the pain
faded.
When she awoke she was lying between clean sheets. While she slept her body had been bathed and bandaged, although most of the damage was internal. Her loins and anus still ached from the pounding she had received. Helga was with her and fetched her water when she asked for it. Then the serving woman excused herself and a few minutes later the man who had trended to her injuries entered the room. Larra discovered that she had been cared for by the castle’s doctor, a man by the name of Schneider, who made it clear that he was far from pleased as to how she had been treated. However, he made it equally clear that there was nothing he could do about it.
“I am sorry,
Larra opened her mouth to ask a question, hoping to learn more about her
situation, but Schneider anticipated her.
He patted her arm. I will
look in upon you later. If I
can I will try to convince Moeller that he cannot repeat what was done to
you. For now I have said
enough.” With that he got
to his feet and moved to the door.
As he left he spoke once more.
“I will send Helga in to you.
Get well,
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