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Tuesday, 26 December 2006

Article Index Water Torture Page 2 Page 3 Page 4 Page 2 of 4 “Okay, take her and get her ready, I’ll be along shortly,” Marie ordered the burly guard! He came over and grabbed her roughly by the arm and practically dragged her down the hall to a spartan room that only had a couple of chairs and what looked like a doctor’s examining table. Also in the room was another agent, who stood calmly by the table, as if he was waiting for her. “Take off all your clothes,” the man by the table ordered, “and make it snappy!” Ilsa surveyed the situation and realized it would be pointless to refuse, because if the stories were true, these to Nazis would have liked nothing better than to beat her senseless and then take her things off for her, so she slowly began removing her dress. When she was stark naked, the smaller, and it seemed more humane of the two agents asked her to please climb up on the table and lie down on her back. After she was in position, her arms were strapped tightly with restraints, and her legs were forced wide apart and then buckled into position. Unable to move, Ilsa could only imagine all sorts of painful terrors that awaited her. To her surprise, however, instead of inflicting great bodily harm to her, the young guard sat down on a stool between her legs and lathered her entire pubic area with soap. A few seconds later he produced a long straight razor and began meticulously saving her pubes. While not painful, Ilsa couldn’t help but tense up as her most private parts were being displayed in front of the two strange men. When he was finished shaving her, the young guard, who Ilsa later found out was name Dieter, nodded to his partner, who in turn went to the door and summoned Maire Krupp back to the room. “Well, well,” intoned Krupp, “you look as smooth as a new born baby, Miss Hoffmeyer!” “What are you going to do to me,” asked Ilsa in a trembling voice? “Oh my,” Krupp said gaily, “I believe our visitor is a little nervous!” Well, don’t worry about a thing,” she went on, “today is your lucky day, because I guarantee that none of us here will harm even one hair on your pretty little head!” Ilsa knew better than to trust Marie Krupp, but she couldn’t help but feel a little bit of relief at the probably empty promise. “Tape,” Krupp ordered, and Dieter dutifully handed her a roll of white surgical tape. Krupp then tore off a six or seven inch piece and stepped between Ilsa’s splayed legs. Positioning the end of the length of tape on her left labial lip, she pulled it hard to the side, pulling Ilsa’s vagina halfway open. Krupp then connected the other end of the tape to the inside of Ilsa’s thigh, which in turn held her pussy open. Krupp then took another piece of tape and repeated the procedure on the other pussy lip. Ilsa’s cunt was now more than exposed, it was pulled wide apart and held in place by the to strong pieces of medical tape. “My, my,” Marie Krupp said, “she looks like she’s ready to get fucked!!!” “Would you like that dear,” asked Krupp, “would you like to have Helmut here stick his cock into you and fuck you hard until you cum!?!” It was a rhetorical question, because before Ilsa even had a chance to reply, Maire Krupp continued on, “No, I don’t believe you would like that, and since you don’t want it, I will respect your wishes and leave your little pussy unfucked!” Ilsa knew that something terrible was about to happen, but she couldn’t do anything about it. As she was contemplating her fate, Dieter had slid what looked like a small metal hose into position about eight teen inches above her vagina. It didn’t look sinister, but Ilsa knew better, all this sweet talk by Marie Krupp was just a stall until she got around to doing her dirty work. << Prev - Next >>

 

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