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The time is 1942. The world is at war and George Hunt, an English spy somewhere in France, along with, Monique Rouge, a female member of the French Resistance, are picked up and are taken to Paris for interrogation. After the local SS intelligence agent can’t get anywhere they are turned over to the Gestapo. Their top two female agents, Major Rhonda Hindenberg and Lieutenant Darleen Dumkopf, a pair of tall, kinky, busty, blondes, who have always managed to get the information out of their interogees, are assigned to the case.

George is an extremely handsome man with long shaggy brown hair, a bushy mustache, and is hung like a horse. He is a striking figure at six foot two and two hundred pounds of muscle. Monique, is a statuesque, blue eyed, bleached blonde with an hour glass figure that would make a Barbie doll look dumpy. Her most prominent assets are, of course, her 40F breasts. She has a real tiny waist and flaring hips with an ass that begs for you to fuck it. In addition to her physical attributes, she has a beautiful face with bedroom eyes and a mouth that you just have to fuck.

CHAPTER 1

Monique is pulled from her cell and taken to an interrogation room. She’s wearing the slacks and blouse she had been captured with. Major Hindenberg, Lieutenant Dumkopf and three of their men are in the room. After an hour of getting nowhere, the Major finally says, “Vell, ve shall have to try a defferent method. You vill take off all of your clothes, French swine!”

“But your men, they weel see me!” Monique pleaded.

“They veel do more than see you. Now strip I say! Unless, of course, you vant them to help you!” the Major responded, with a sneer on her face and a nasty chuckle at her own joke.

Reluctantly, Monique removed her clothing, as slowly as possible to delay these horrible people from seeing her naked body and as sexlessly as possible so they would get any enjoyment from it.

When she was finally naked, Lt. Dumkopf, took her clothing and left room, returning shortly empty handed.

The Major commanded, “Now Bitch, stand up!”

Monique stood up, covering her breasts with one arm and her mound ‘d Venus with her other hand. The Major took her riding crop and smacked both hands until Monique stood there with her hands to her sides, her naked body exposed to the cretins interrogating her .

“I’m going to give you vone last chance, to tell me vhat I vant to know!” the Major whispered in her ear, “And den ve shall have some fun vith you.” Again she chuckled nastily at her own pun.

“But I don’t know anything.” Monique pleaded.

The Major nodded and the three men approached her, holding various bondage devices. A thick, stiff collar was placed around her neck, forcing her to look straight out and preventing her from raising or lowering her head. Next wrist cuffs were secured to her wrists and locked into place and ankle cuffs secured to her ankles and locked into place. Her wrist cuffs were then secured to the opposite side of collar with a link that snapped shut once in place.

This positioned her with her upper arms going straight up from her shoulders and combined with her lower arms coming down at an acute angle her arms formed the letter ‘M’ above and behind her head. With her arms in this position, her massive tits were pulled very high on her chest and thrust out, making them even more prominent than they were anyway. In addition, it also forced her head forward, choking her slightly on her own collar.

She was then placed on her back on the interrogation table, a smallish, heavy wooden table. First thick, wide straps, which were already attached to the table, were drawn tightly over her stomach and her arms and secured in place. This left only her legs mobile, but not for long.

Then the three men and the Lieutenant brought her legs back, bending the knees and pulling them apart. A lasso from a rope was passed over each foot and moved down her legs until it was just above her knees. Then Monique heard the sound of a motor and felt it’s vibrations, as the slack was pulled out of the rope, drawing her legs even wider apart and pulling them down until her knees touched the table, next to her tits.

This position left her wide open and vulnerable. She could feel her pussy and anal lips gaped wide open in an obscene invitation that she didn’t want to be giving. The only parts of her body that she could still move were her legs, but only from the knees down and she could still move her head from side to side.

The Major came up along side of her with a sneer on her face and said, “My vhat a lovely pecture you are, all tied up like a present!”

She gave a maniacal laugh as she began tweaking her captives exposed clit. When Monique finally had to gasp from the pleasure the Major’s fingers were giving her, the Lieutenant shoved two of her long, gloved fingers into Monique’s snatch right up to her knuckles and immediately began finger fucking her with long, quick strokes.

Being naked and tied up as she was, was embarrassing enough, but these women were turning her on in front of these enlisted pigs. Her body betrayed her, as her juices flowed copiously from her cunt, coating the Lieutenant’s gloved fingers and flowing in rivers from her wide open hole down across her dainty little anus, that was pursing open and closed, like a fish’s mouth, and sucked the liquid in.

The Major nodded again, and the Lieutenant pulled her fingers from Monique’s pussy, drawing a whimper from their bound prisoner, and shoved them back in to her ass.

“Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!” shrieked Monique, both from the pain of the entry to her virgin anal cavity and because it set off her orgasm, making her buck and shake on the table as well as she could, bound as she was.

The women stopped stimulating her and when she calmed down the Major said, “Vone last time, vill you tell me or not vhat I vant to know!”

“I would if I knew anything. I certainly don’t enjoy being bound and used like this.” Monique cried out, tears of humiliation streaming down her face.

“Shave the BITCH!” The Major screamed to her men and then to Monique, “You’re lucky mine men prefer a gud smooth shave. I prefer to shave my prisoner’s with cold water and a dull razor. It leaves their puusies all torn up and tender. Can you imagine vhat it vould feel like to be shaved like that and then to have either salt rubbed in or alcohol poured on such a torn up piece of flesh. The pain is exquisite! But theese men, who are going to fuck you, complain that the stubble irritates their balls. So I relent and let them shave you properly. Aren’t I generous?”

A cart was rolled up to the table containing the necessary tools to do the job, a large bowl of hot water, a straight razor, strop, and the shaving cream kit. Monique eyes bugged out as she the big fat sargent took the towel out of the hot water.

“Wwwwhere are you going to shave me?” she asked.

“Vhy your puussie of course!” the Major responded laughing.

“No not that!” she pleaded.

“Vell, vill you tell me vhat I vant to know?” The Major asked.

“But I don’t know anything!” she protested.

“Too bad!” she said and nodded to the corporal.

He forced a ball gag into her mouth by squeezing her nipple and then viciously twisting it. Just as Monique opened her mouth he quickly brought the ball to her mouth and forced it in, over her squeals of protest.

He placed the hot towel on her crotch. After a few minutes he removed it and shoved the brush into the shaving cream and then onto her bush. The sargent slowly and deliberately went about his task and removed all of the hair from her crotch. A depilatory was then applied, left to set and finally wiped off, leaving her crotch as hairless as the day she was born. The gag was removed and a mirror positioned so Monique could see what they had done.

“Vell how do you like it?” the Major asked, with that nasty laugh of hers.

Monique just cried at seeing the loss of her lush bush. The three men dropped their pants and underwear, exposing three horse sized cocks. Not just one of the men were huge, all three had over twelve inch long cocks that were outrageously thick. Knowing that the Major had threatened her with a fucking, her eyes bugged out as she began to cry and plead with her not to do this as she knew nothing.

The Major said, “The only theeng that vill save you from being raped repeatedly by my studs ees for you to tell me vhat I vant to know.”

“But I don’t know anything!” Monique wailed.

“Too bad.” the Major said as the Sargent slammed his huge salami fully into her unprepared cunt and immediately began fucking her as hard as he could.

Monique cried out in pain as the Sargent’s cock impaled itself in her dry passage, tearing at her tender, sensitive skin and stretching her out like she had never been stretched before. It wasn’t long before her lubrication began flowing and it wasn’t long after that before she was grunting in obvious pleasure.

Seeing that the woman was beginning to enjoy her raping, the Major leaned down next to her ear with a sneer on her face and said, “I see that you like being raped by large cocks.”

“No I don’t, ” Monique cried, “it hurts.”

“No, I think you are enjoying it too much. Vhy don’t you smile for de camera!” she snickered, as she pointed the camera out to the bound girl, which was recording everything from the way her cunt lips grasped the huge cock as it tried to exit her hot, wet hole, to her facial expressions.

Monique didn’t want to let these animals see that they had forced her to cum but the fact that the big dick was rubbing places where no man had ever been before and was filling her like she had never before been filled was more than she could deal with and she could feel her orgasm approaching. Just as she felt it was about to wash over her, the major took her riding crop and began beating her nipples as hard as she could, denying Monique the pleasure of her orgasm.

The Sargent continued fucking the bound prisoner bring her to the brink of orgasm only to have the major beat her sore nipples until the pleasure died away. When he finished the two corporals replaced him, also fucking Monique, deep and fast bringing her to the brink of many orgasms, only to have the major beat her nipples to prevent her from experiencing any pleasure.

The men had prepared an exceptionally large dildo, bigger than any of their cocks, especially in width, with a lubricant laced with a lineament. After the last man came inside of her, the dildo was forced into her well prepared hole. Although it stretched her some, the continuous fucking over the last hour helped to ease its entry.

Suddenly Monique’s face turned red and she screamed out in pain as the lineament began to burn inside of her.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! OH GOD! TAKE IT OUT! IT’S BURNING ME UP!” she hollered.

The camera focused in so that her ass was in the bottom of the picture, showing the base of the huge dildo sticking out of her cunt, her pussy drooling in rivers and her clit so erect that it looked like a miniature penis, her face with all of it’s expressions at the top of the frame and in between her huge breasts jiggling. Her breathing causing them to rise and fall rapidly and her huge, thick, erect nipples sticking out like the tips of her thumbs. Her five tormentors watched over the next hour as Monique struggled in her bonds, cuming continuously from the heated lubricant.

The Sargent lubed his cock up to bugger the bound girl’s virgin ass hole. Monique was so gone by this time she didn’t even feel him slip his monstrous appendage between her ass cheeks and up to her dainty little hole. The first she became aware was as he shoved half of his cock into her virgin ass, drawing a cry of pain from her as his huge prick stretched out her anus mercilessly.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!” she bellowed in pain as the huge dick took her anal cherry. “PLEASE TAKE IT OUT! YOUR KILLING MEEEEEE! YOU’RE TEARING ME UP INSIDE! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!” she pleaded in vain.

The pain was even worse because of the huge dildo filling her pussy hole made her anal passage even tighter. Again the three men fucked her over the next hour and each time she came close to an orgasm the major would mercilessly beat her nipples, preventing her from cuming.

When they were finished fucking her ass, the ball gag was reinserted in her mouth, she was removed from her bondage, taken back to her cell and rebound to her cot with her arms secured above her head, her legs spread wide and up ninety degrees from her body with her ankles secured to chains from the ceiling. Her cell door was left wide open and she was used repeatedly by guard after guard the rest of the day and all night long.

The next morning the three men from the previous day came to get her. After removing her bindings, they took her to the men’s shower to clean her up. The three of them getting naked to shower with her. Six pairs of hands scrubbed and groped her for half an hour, then dried her off.

Although she no longer wore her ankle or wrist cuffs, she still wore her collar. A leash was attached to the collar and the Sargent, led her to the non-com’s dinning room, naked.

The Sargent commanded, “Sit!” pointing to a chair.

Monique starred in horror as permanently attached to the seat of the chair were two huge dildos that were obviously meant to impale her cunt and ass and on closer inspection, the dildo meant to impale her cunt, also had a nasty looking clital stimulator.

“I said SIT! and I mean SIT!” the Sargent barked.

The room fell into a hush as all eyes were starring at her. She knew she had no choice and moved to position herself to sit down. Slowly she lowered herself onto the twin raping devices. As she felt the twin cock heads press up against her openings, she shuddered in fear, causing her massive tits to jiggle and her nipples to become erect, to the amusement of her audience. Very slowly she pressed down, impaling herself on the fake cock heads. Once they were both inside of her, she began slowly fucking herself on the dildos, taking more and more of the twin rapers inside of her as her enormous tits jiggled like Jell-O on her chest and her nipples obtained full erection before her bottom rested fully on the chair.

As she moved down the last inch, her clit came in contact with the rough, spiked clital node and she orgasmed, much to the delight of the men in the dining room. She screamed out in bliss and her whole body shook as she fucked herself in short up and down motions on the twin dildos, ramming her clit into the devious device again and again and again.

Finally the orgasm died down. She slumped forward against the table and she passed out. While she lay there, unconscious, several men came up and brutally squeezed her big tits and viciously pinched, twisted and yanked her nipples. In fact, they continued doing this even after she came to. She tried to stop them but the Sargent ordered her to stay in that position and let the men have their way with her.

While the men brutalized her breasts, the corporal got her breakfast, the first meal she had, since lunch, two days ago before she was brought in. When it was set down in front of her, she devoured it and a second helping was placed in front of her which she also devoured while the men continued their rough abuse of her huge tits and nipples.

After breakfast she was taken back to the men’s shower, douched and then given an enema. Then the dildo from the day before was reinserted into her cunt, along with a butt plug. She was then taken to the Lieutenant’s quarters.

The Lieutenant had been a movie makeup artist/hairstylist before the war. She worked on Monique’s hair for over an hour until it looked really good. She then painted the girl’s finger and toe nails a bright red and began working on her face. She applied the makeup heavy, with blue eye shadow, black eye liner, rouge on her cheeks and breasts, and a matching bright red lip stick until Monique looked like a prostitute.

Next she was forced to put on a black garter belt, black fish net stockings, with a seam up the backs of her legs, and seven inch stiletto high heels with leather straps criss-crossing her feet and were locked onto her feet with a strap across her ankle, pulled tightly over a hasp and then locked down with a small lock. The collar was removed and the ball gag forced back into her mouth. She was then brought to a different interrogation room where George, also naked, was secured to a chair, although he wasn’t gagged.

This room was larger and had many dastardly looking devices and implements. Monique was then also secured to a heavy wooden chair. Her arms bound together with rope from above her elbows to her wrists, forcing her shoulders way back and her chest way out. Then she was pushed into the chair, and her wrists were secured, with a short length of rope, to a cross bar between the two back legs of the heavy chair. Then her ankles and calves were tied to the outside front legs of the chair, forcing her legs and knees wide apart and exposing her shaved, splayed open cunt to George, whose chair was positioned so that he could see her in all her naked glory and she him in his naked glory.

George couldn’t help looking at his naked companion, after all, he hadn’t been with her long enough to get her into bed. “I’m sorry that I got you into this.” he thought to himself but said nothing nor did he show any outward emotion, other than the quick look over her naked body. Then added to that thought, “God, I wish I knew that she looked this good under all those clothes she was wearing. Because I would have fucked her as soon as I met her.”

The Lieutenant, who had left the room after delivering Monique returned in a black latex outfit that clung to her like a second skin and included five or six inch heeled boots. On closer examination, George noted that the garment left her tits, crotch and ass exposed, as well as having holes for her, eye, nose, mouth and pony tail. While he had been looking over the Lieutenant, the Major had stripped off her skirt and panties and was also dressed in five or six inch stiletto heels.

“Ve are going to have some fun today!” The Major announced. “But first I need to know vhat the landing plans are!”

“You’ll never get a word out of me!” George advised her.

“Ya, I am sure if I had only caught you, that you would be impossible to break. Unfortunately, your lady friend here, will be the one tortured until you do talk. Vone last time before ve begin. Tell about the landing plans!” The Major insisted.

“NEVER! I’ll never talk. You will have to kill me but I won’t talk.” George told his interrogator.

“Ve shall see. Ve shall see.” said the Major, with a smirk on her face and nodded to the Lieutenant.

The Lieutenant walked over to Monique, puffing heavily on her long cigarette holder, making the end of the cigarette glow bright red. She hefted one of Monique’s heavy tits, then brought the end of the cigarette down onto the tip of her nipple and held it there while Monique screamed like a banshee, muffled somewhat by her gag, as she struggled against her bonds. The Lieutenant then walked around the chair and repeated the torture on her other nipple, after stoking the tip of the cigarette with more deep drags on it.

George simply said, “Stiff upper lip, old girl. Lay back and think of France and all that, eh wot.”

The Major had walked over to the camera man, noticing that he was beating his meat, while watching the scene unfold in front of him, and asked, “Are you geeting all of this Hans. I vant thee whole theeng on film!”

“Ja Frau Major. Oh Ja, Ja, Ja!” The excited man exclaimed as he continued jacking off.

After letting the pain in her nipples fade, Monique was released from the chair, and taken to the center of the room, where her ankles were secured in cuffs, which were in turn attached to the outside of a three foot wide spreader bar, which was in turn attached by a short chain to an eyelet secured in the concrete floor. Her wrists were then attached cuffs attached to another three foot wide spreader bar which was hanging from the ceiling by chains.

Once her wrists were secured, the major pressed a button, and the chains above pulled up until she was completely taut. The major came over to her with a long length of rope. One end had a lasso, which the major slipped over Monique’s left tit and cinched it tightly around the base of her breast, drawing a gasp of pain from the naked woman and then jerked it hard again, just for good measure. She then proceeded to tightly bind the base of the well endowed blonde tits until her boobs were tight balls and had turned red from the lack of blood flow. She then repeated this on her right tit.

Tying it off and she stepped away as the Lieutenant moved towards Monique, carrying a viscous looking cat-o-nine-tails. She stood in front of the tightly bound woman to let her eyes take in the beauty of the whip. It had a dozen long supple leather strands, ending in knots over 1/3″ wide metal balls, which would really damage her when they struck.

Monique’s eyes bulged and she was pleading for mercy, but with the gag in her mouth, her words were all garbled.

“Vhat’s that you say. You vant de vipping to start now!” The Major mocked her.

Monique shook her head side to side, indicating that wasn’t what she meant, but the Major nodded her head and the Lieutenant drew her arm back, then forward, smacking right into Monique’s unprotected tits. She pulled the whip completely through her swing and then reversed direction, smacking the tits again with her back handed motion.

Monique was screaming in pain, tears running down her cheeks as the vicious weapon kept striking the thrust out tits again and again and again, leaving black and blue marks were the vicious knotted ends bit into her flesh and in some places she was already bleeding.

“Crops and whips may bruise her tits, but secrets shall not leave my lips.” George said, to let the Major know that she couldn’t break him.

In spite of the spectacle of this George’s cock remanded limp, through his concentration of really disgusting things to prevent him from getting an erection that the Major could use against him.

After twenty minutes of constantly beating the bound woman’s breasts, the Major took over the whipping. She had a short bull whip, only six foot long. She pulled back, the tip on the floor and drew it up between Monique’s legs, the part behind the tip came up between her splayed cunt lips striking the inner lips and her clit, as the tip struck the girl right on her anus.

Monique’s screams, muffled by the gag, were none-the-less, loud and sounded more like they belonged to a wounded animal than to a human being. She was also struggling in her bonds and trying to pull her hands and feet from their restraints to no avail. The Major repeated the cruel whipping another eight times before Monique finally passed out from the pain.

Her respite was short lived however, as the Lieutenant waved an ammonia capsule under her nose, reviving the pain wracked, bound woman to the reality of her tortures. A heavy table was moved up to the front of Monique’s hips. The Major pressed a button and her arms were pulled forward, forcing her to bend forward over the table, bringing her tits down to within a foot of the table when the Major stopped the machine.

The Lieutenant, placed a large pin cushion, filled with four inch long hat pins on the table in front of the bound woman with the bruised and bleeding tits. Her breasts had now turned purple from the lack of blood flowing through them.

The Lieutenant, took a pin out of the cushion, and held a lighter under the end, heating it up, and said, “Ve vouldn’t vant to have you get an infection, now vould ve?” as she laughed at her on joke.

Monique could only look on, her eyes bugged out in terror, knowing what was coming next. Sure enough, the Lieutenant, slowly, ever so slowly, to enhance Monique’s torture, drove the pin into her breast, right at the edge where the areola touched the white part of the breast. Starting with the right tit, she drove a pin into her breast, drawing a muffled scream of agony from the bound woman. She then did the same on the left breast, again drawing a muffled scream of agony from the bound woman. Going back and forth between her right and left tit the process was repeated, each one making Monique scream in extreme agony, until both of Monique areolas were completely surrounded by the pins. She then stuck a pin through the base of both of her fully erect nipples and another straight down through the center of the tips of her nipples. She then stuck half a dozen more of the long sharp needles into the breast meat itself, until Monique’s tits truly looked like pin cushions themselves.

Due to all of the screaming that Monique had done as each pin was inserted into her tits, she was now drenched in perspiration, exhausted, sore, and her throat too was sore from the screaming.

George commented, “Your threats are pointless. I shall nevah betray old Blighty!”

In spite of the spectacle, of the Monique’s tits being turned into pin cushions, George’s cock remanded limp, through his concentration of really disgusting things in order to prevent him from getting an erection that the Major could use against him.

The Lieutenant then brought her gloved hands up to Monique’s breasts, such that the nipples would seat themselves in her palms, and pressed her tits in towards her chest, driving the needles even further in, while she squeezed the meat around them. Monique cringed in pain, as tears flowed down her cheeks.

The Lieutenant suddenly let go and resumed preparing needle to go into her prisoner’s monstrous tits. When she was through, in addition to the needles surrounding her areolas, she had a dozen needle in the white part of each breast as well as three in each nipple.

The rope binding her tits was removed, which caused the bound woman additional pain as the blood rushed back into all of the bruises, cuts, and needle holes. The Major hefted her tits, one at a time as high as she could get them and then let gravity takes it course, making the heavy, sore breasts, fall and then bounce and jiggle, moving the needles around inside of them, thus causing the helpless woman additional untold agony.

She was released from her bondage, only to be forced down onto a small stage. First she was fitted with a wide cinch belt around her waist, which was drawn painfully tight and secured in place. She was then led over to the stage forced down onto her hands and knees. First just below her knees straps secured her legs to the stage with her knees three feet apart. Next her ankles were similarly secured to the stage almost four feet apart. She was then brought back up and the padded bar she had been pushed over was adjusted so that it perfectly hit her were her thighs met her hips.

She was then pushed forward again, over the bar and a strap drawn over her waist to secure her in place. Two more straps on each arm secured her forearms to the stage, one just below her elbows and one over her wrists, forcing her pin filled breasts to be pressed into the rough wooden stage. The Major then attached a short chain to the D-ring on top of the head strap holding the gag firmly in her mouth. The other end of the chain was attached to a D-ring on her cinch belt. This pulled Monique’s head up and back, so that she was forced to look straight ahead, right into George’s crotch, which was still limp.

This bondage forced the girl’s ass high into the air, with both her cunt and anus gaped wide open. Her back was arched down to her ribs and then back up to her head, the top of which was as high as her ass, forming a low wide “U” shape. It also press her bruise, bleeding needle filled tits against the stage, pressing some of them further into her already sore breasts.

The Lieutenant walked over to a small forge and pumped the billows with her high heeled boot, making the fire get hotter and hotter. She put on a pair of thick leather gloves and pulled an branding iron out of the charcoal driven fire. First she walked around in front of Monique, to show the terrified woman the glowing red hot branding iron. Monique tried to plead for her not to brand her with it, but with the gag in her mouth, her words were unintelligible.

The Lieutenant then moved around behind her. She lined it up, to ensure that it would be very readable, then pressed the hot metal into the girl’s yielding flesh allowing just enough time for it to sink in and then pulled it away, returning the device to the forge. The room quickly filled with the smell of burning flesh and Monique’s shrieks of agony.

As the hot metal came into contact with her ass cheeks, Monique drew her head back even further than it was being held by the chain, the muscles in her neck stood out and she let loose a scream that filled the entire building, even through the gag, just before passing out again in pain. Now permanently etched into the skin on her ass cheeks read:

Property of the German High Command

As they were getting ready to brand Monique, George said, “That won’t work either — I’m told that I have an excellent poker face.”

In spite of the spectacle, of the Monique’s being branded like live stock, George’s cock remanded limp, through his concentration of really disgusting things to prevent him from getting an erection that the Major could use against him.

This time the officers let her recover on her own. Monique was out for over an hour. When she finally moaned, signaling her return to the here and now, the Lieutenant strapped on a dildo, that was bigger than anything that had previously been forced into Monique’s cunt and ass.

“Eeet’s the large, pleasure size!” The Major commented. “Eet vas modeled from Her Heneral’s prize stallion, vith da ridges added for da victim’s addeetional torment!” and laughed hysterically as the Lieutenant lined it up with Monique’s open, defenseless cunt hole. As she pressed the head in, Monique hollered in pain, her throat now almost raw from screaming almost the whole day as she was tortured. Slowly the Lieutenant fucked the monstrous twenty inch dildo completely into Monique’s pussy passing through her cervix and completely filling her womb. She then began to fuck her prisoner with it in earnest, slowly at first until the girl’s cunt stretched wide enough to accommodate it and her juices were flowing to lubricate it.

As George watched the spectacle of Monique about to be screwed with a horse sized dildo he said, “Probe all you wish. My lips are sealed…. Oh I say…. you’re not really going to put that thing up ….” and his cock began to inflate into erection.

“Oh my…. Oh, good lord…. Oh my….” he sputtered as the Lieutenant slowly fucked the humongous dildo into his bound companion.

The Major seeing his cock get hard came over, began jacking him off with a very slow up and down motion, and asked, “You vish to talk now, eh?”

As the English spy didn’t say another word, the Major squeezed his balls, just tight enough to prevent him from cuming but not tight enough to deflate his cock as they watched the Lieutenant fuck Monique faster and faster for the next ten minutes, bringing several orgasms to both the prisoner and her tormentor.

The Lieutenant finally had no energy left and pulled the huge dildo out of Monique’s cunt with a loud, wet, obscene, plopping noise. She then called in the three men who had tormented her the day before. They released her from her bondage. But then folded her up like a pretzel so that her elbows were hooked under her knees, pulling her legs back up along side of her torso, and her wrists secure along side her neck on a short chain behind her neck. This position forced her feet out to the side 100 degrees apart.

She was then carried over to a machine that looked something like a guillotine. A rope pulled down from a pulley secured to the top of the device was knotted onto the D-ring on the top of her head (the one holding the ball gag in place), and she was raised eighteen inches. A thick, heavily ribbed dildo was then screwed into the base of the device and Monique was secured with an additional cinch belt just below her breasts and then the two cinch belts were secured by short rods to rollers on the devious device.

She was then lowered until her anus pushed up against the dildo, making sure that it was properly lined up. She was then raised to the top of the device and the rope was tied off to a spike on the wall. A candle was then placed under the rope, slowly burning it’s way through the hemp.

“Time ees running out, Englisher. You really don’t vant your comrade’s ass impaled on that huge dildo do you?” the Major said, nodding towards were the candle was burning through the rope, as she continued masturbating the bound spy.

“Oh my…. I just can’t…. I mean…” he sputtered as the major’s jerking him off began to have a real affect on him.

Monique was squirming, hoping to move herself just enough not to land as planned on that the dildo that would be forced up her ass, but it was that very movement that finally made the rope snap, plunging her down so that she landed hard right on target and the dildo went fully and quickly into her butt in less than a second from the time that it first touched her anus until her ass cheeks smashed down onto the base, stopping her downward plunge. Her eyes really bugged out and her screams of both pain again could be heard all over the building, probably outside as well. The ribs running around the dildo, carefully spaced up the entire length of the shaft, although causing additional pain from stretching her recently deflowered anal cavity even wider, also brought her to a quick orgasm, as her sphincter was forced to quickly closed down and then was quickly forced wide open again in rapid succession as her ass was impaled on the damnable device.

As she began screaming, George popped off, the first squirt spraying the Major’s face with his cum, before she quickly shoved her head into his lap swallowing his cock and sucking him dry.

She then said, “So, you veel talk now, yes?”

“On one condition ..” he replied.

“Vhich ees?” the Major queried.

“That I get the British distribution right to the film!” he answered.