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Colette screwed her eyes tightly shut in the harsh glare of the light, as the hood was jerked from her head. After a few moments, she slowly opened her eyes, as they became accustomed to the light from the naked bulb over her head. She looked around her.
Sprawled around the room, either sitting or standing, were about a dozen German soldiers. She glared around the room defiantly -- she had been raped by the pigs before. Admittedly, there had been only three of them at that time....
That was when she decided to join the Resistance. At first, they had balked at her young age, but then the realisation came that, because she was so young, she would attract less suspicion than someone older. They had let her join.
A quiet voice, in perfectly accented French, ordered her to remove her clothes. Holding her head high, she unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor in front of her.
Her mind flew back to the night of the rape, as she braced herself for what she knew was to follow -- but there was something different here tonight. Something strange -- it was the utter silence, and completely impassive looks on the faces of all the men in the room. It was as if they watched her with only a mild curiosity.
That would change, she thought, when she was finally naked and they saw her firm young body. She undid her skirt and stepped out of it, dropping it on top of her blouse. Next, she lifted her thin slip over her head and added it to the pile.
The silence in the room continued, making her less sure of herself. Following her slip went her shoes, stockings, and suspenders. By the time she started to remove her bra, she could no longer look at the faces in the room.
She undid her bra and shyly slipped it off, trying to cover her small firm breasts with her arms as she dropped it with the rest of her clothes. Her face flushed bright pink as she stood there, the shame growing within her. Still the silence in the room weighed on her, making her immobile.
Once again, the perfect French accent ordered 'Strip' leaving no room for argument. Finally, her arms left her chest and she slowly slid her knickers down. The faintest traces of downy hair appeared over the top of the waistband as they inched their way down.
When they were eventually added to the rest of the pile, she stood looking at the floor, one arm covering her breasts, one hand covering the triangle between her legs.
"Now it would begin," she thought.
Someone stepped forward and, wordlessly, picked up her clothes, dropped them into a metal wastebasket in one corner of the room, and set them alight. An officer -- a captain or major, she knew not which -- nodded his head in her direction. Four men stepped toward her, pinioning her between them, one holding each limb.
Silently, they lifted her off her feet and held her horizontally, her face toward the ceiling, limbs outstretched. The officer stepped toward her, opening a razor as he approached. She held her breath and a look of horror spread on her face.
He stood between her spread legs and very carefully began to shave off the hair sprouting there. She was glad that her hair was so new, for surely dry-shaving would have been much more painful to a fully-grown woman. As it was, the pain from the razor brought tears to the corner of her eyes.
When the soft triangle had been removed, he moved from her crotch and denuded each armpit in turn.
That task complete, she was stood on the floor, only to be hoisted once more. This time, facing the floor with her legs drawn underneath her, her knees pressing against her small budding breasts, as the hair from around her anus was removed.
Stripped of body hair, and sore from the scraping of the razor, she was led by two men from that room into a smaller, adjoining one. This room was tiled, with a small drain in the centre of the floor.
In the chill of this room, her tiny pink nipples stood proud, as goose pimples swept her body. One arm was released, and she was given a large glass of what looked to be water.
"Drink," came the order. She looked fearfully at the glass, expecting it to contain poison of some description. A hand gripped her hair tightly, making her gasp in pain. Again the word, "Drink."
She slowly raised the glass to her lips and sipped gingerly at the clear liquid, gagging reflexively at the taste of salt-water.
The grip on her hair tightened, blurring her vision with tears. The word appeared for the third time -- "Drink." She took a large draught of the water, swallowing in gulps.
The glass was taken from her and she was moved to the centre of the room, just in time for the contents of her stomach to erupt onto the floor.
She retched until she thought she would collapse, her breathing coming in huge wracking gasps. When she was eventually dry-retching, she was handed the glass and told "Drink" once more. Shaking, she obeyed. This cycle was repeated until the only thing to force its way from her stomach was the liquid she had just poured into herself.
Another soldier entered the room, carrying a large pitcher and a tube. Rough hands grabbed her arms, and she was forced to her hands and knees. She was turned so her rear was toward the centre of the room.
She struggled to pull away as the inflexible end of the tube was pushed against her anus, clenching her sphincter. The hands held her in position too tightly -- she couldn't escape the tube -- and with a vicious thrust it was forced past her clenched muscle into her belly, forcing a cry of pain from her lips.
Soapy water was poured from the pitcher into a funnel at the other end of the tube. She felt it filling her. It seemed that they would pour forever but, just as the liquid seemed to reach her gullet, they stopped pouring.
Holding her in place for what seemed like hours, she fought against the rising wave of nausea filling her thoughts. The tube was jerked out of her. Burning with embarrassment, she clenched her muscles, vowing not to shame herself in front of this scum.
She held on for an eternity, but the nausea soon turned to pain and she eventually succumbed to her body's need, and evacuated herself.
Once more, the tube was forced into her anus... once more, the soapy water... once more, the shame of evacuating herself. More water, until her evacuations were only what was poured into her belly. She was made to stand, her legs weak from being held in the same position for so long.
The soldiers holding her left the room. A new soldier entered, carrying a large hose. Aiming it at her, he turned it on. An icy blast of water hit her in the stomach, knocking her onto her backside in the pile of filth her body had left on the floor.
She curled reflexively into a fetal position, but the blast of water was relentless. She crawled into a corner of the room, but couldn't escape. She forced herself to stand with her back to the hose, but the water pummelling her from head to toe was painful to withstand.
She turned around and tried to hold her hands in front of her, blocking the water, but it played up and down her small body. Then it stopped. A towel was thrown at her, and she grabbed it gratefully, clasping it to her shivering naked form.
She rubbed the towel over herself vigorously, trying to bring warmth back to her shivering body. Two soldiers walked back into the room, ripped the towel from her grasp, throwing it to the floor, and led her back into the first room.
Again, there was no noise or leering from the assembled soldiers. Without pause, she was pushed into a different room. This, again, was lit by a single, naked bulb.
The dominant feature of this third room was a small platform hanging on four chains from the ceiling. Two more chains hung down, attached to nothing. Two more soldiers entered, carrying something.
Metal cuffs were fixed to her wrists, each having a length of chain dangling from them. Just below her knees, leather cuffs were buckled tightly in place.
She was lifted up and carried to the platform. Placed on her back, the platform reached from the base of her neck to the base of her spine. The chains from her wrist cuffs were passed through eyes at the level of her breasts on the table, forcing her elbows to jut out into space.
Her legs were forced open and back, bringing her knees towards her shoulders. The chains from her wrists were passed through eyes in the leather cuffs on her legs.
Her legs were forced as far back and apart as they would go. The pressure on her thigh joints was unbearable and Colette felt sure that they would pop apart. They didn't, and the chains were fixed in place.
Lastly, a leather strap was pulled from under the top end of the table, passed over her forehead, and buckled in place under the table. This last strap held her head back so far she couldn't even close her mouth, and the pain on her throat was intense if she even tried.
The men left the room and Colette's mind spun. How long she lay alone in the room she had no idea. She heard the soldiers leave the room next door, and lay in silence, just the sound of her own breathing for company.
Her body ached from the contorted position it was forced into, and hunger started to gnaw at her stomach from being emptied so thoroughly.
A noise. Colette's eyes opened and she guessed she must have fallen asleep. She felt gloved hands stroke her body. Without ceasing, they left no part of her torso untouched.
The fingers lingered over the small breasts, tracing small circles over and around the tiny pink nipples, causing them to erect. The nipples were gently tugged and pulled and, had Colette not been so frightened, the sensation would have been pleasant.
After a minute or two of this gentle manipulation, the hands left her breasts, and the fingers of one hand traced a line down her belly until they reached the place her downy triangle should have been, then lifted from her.
Whoever it was must have been repositioning themselves, as the fingers soon began their tracing motions on her lower belly.
Still, the only noise in the room was that of Colette's breathing. The second hand joined the first in its exploration of Colette's mound. The light, feathery stroking was becoming more and more pleasant, diminishing Colette's earlier fears somewhat.
The fingers moved down until they were stroking the edges of her lips, then down the middle of her slit, continuing until they reached the pucker of her anus.
Two fingers pressed points on the outside of the sphincter and slowly rotated in tiny circles. Colette was astonished at how pleasant it felt. The fingers then stroked their way back up to her lips, which were now starting to fill with blood.
Up and down the outside edge of the lips they stroked, then into the crease between her lips and thighs. Up and down the gentle stroking continued, then the fingers started to stroke up and down her slit again. Gently, they started to pull her lips apart, all the while sliding up and down.
She gasped as a finger eventually brushed her clitoris. The sensation brought a fresh rush of blood to the area and her tiny clit started to swell. Holding her lips apart, a thumb began rubbing the clitoris, bringing an involuntary moan to Colette's throat.
The feeling brought growing warmth to her groin. When her clit was fully erect and her lips puffy, she felt a finger slide into her cunt. Slowly, all the way to the knuckle. In and out the finger slid, keeping its rhythm with the thumb rubbing her clit.
The pleasure mounted in her body and increased dramatically as a second, then a third finger slipped into her. She knew she was going to orgasm, recognising the feeling from her own bedtime practices. She moaned again and one of the fingers left her moist hole, and pushed its way into her anus.
She clenched, involuntarily, at the intrusion, but the gloved finger was slippery with her own juices, and she couldn't stop it sliding in and out in time with the fingers pushing toward her womb, and the thumb remorselessly rubbing her clit.
The new sensation of a finger sliding in and out of her anus brought an unexpected pleasure to feelings already coursing through her body, and seemed to heighten the feelings in her groin.
Silently, she urged the fingers to speed up, to hasten on her climax, but the speed never varied. Then it was on her -- she came with a long, low moan, her body shuddering as light and colour exploded in her mind.
When her senses cleared, there was no touch on her body. At once she became confused -- how could she have let that happen with one of them?! Her face burned with shame. However, she could sense that she wasn't alone, so she held herself tense, expecting.
A new feeling between her legs caught her by surprise -- warm breath on her lips. Then a light flicking sensation, from what could only be a tongue, on her clit. Again, she moaned with pleasure, as the tongue traced wet circles around her clit. The pleasure soared as the tongue moved down her slit and started to stab its way into her hole, the tip of a nose now rubbing against her clit.
Her moans intensified as the tongue wormed its way inside her, touching her vaginal walls knowingly. The tongue slipped out from inside her and moved wetly downwards. She gasped as she felt it lick around her sphincter, and gasped again as it pushed its way into her anus.
Now, the nose pushed its way between her swollen lips, and both nose and tongue penetrated her holes in rhythm. The feeling of being used like this brought her climax more quickly, and more intensely than the first time, her body and mind completely given over to the orgasm.
She recovered to the knowledge that she was now alone in the room. Why had they done that, she wondered? Why had they pleasured her, and not themselves? Why the continuous silence, and why had they not started interrogating her? She fell into a restless slumber.
Again, she had no idea how long she slept. Indeed, time was losing any meaning in the perpetual light and silence of this place. She sensed that she was no longer alone. And as soon as that realisation dawned, she felt her pussy lips pinched tightly, and roughly pulled open. She squealed in pain and then felt something warm press against her completely exposed cunt entrance.
With no warning, the man thrust his hard cock into her, causing her to cry out. She was no longer wet from her previous climaxes and the dry fucking from this huge cock hurt like hell. The man appeared not to care and thrust himself vigorously into her as if he was intentionally trying to hurt her.
The thrusts were long and hard, pulling completely out of her, and then slamming all the way back into her, down to the hilt in one motion. His coarse hair ground roughly against her battered mound.
The sheer size of the cock brutalising her would have been difficult to contend with if she were properly aroused, but in this state each thrust tore a cry from her and her tears started to flow.
Her cries were the only sound in the room, and the only indication of his climaxing was the feel of his hot, sticky cum gushing into her aching cunt. He thrust into her a few more times, then pulled out. Something metallic and cylindrical was pushed roughly into her, and a jet of icy cold water caused her to gasp.
The water immediately eased the pain inside her, but kept on coming, eventually becoming painful itself. Finally, though, the water stopped and the nozzle was withdrawn. Then she heard chains rattling, and the platform she was on tilted downwards at the bottom, stopping at an angle of about 45 degrees.
Fingers were rammed into her cunt, pulling her wide-open, letting the water drain out. Then the platform was raised to the horizontal again. Almost immediately, she found herself staring at the legs of a soldier.
He was naked from the waist down, an erection sporting itself proudly. This man wasn't thick enough to have been the one to fuck her, she saw. He pushed a thumb into her mouth and forced her jaw painfully wide open.
Then he thrust his cock into her mouth, sliding the top of it along her tongue, and then into her throat. She gagged, and the pain as his bulbous head rammed its way into her narrow throat opening was enormous. He kept pushing until his balls touched her lips.
It felt as though the end of him was battering against her larynx. It slowly dawned on her, though, that with him like this, she couldn't breathe.
He moved his cock in and out in small movements, never removing the head from her throat. As her body used the oxygen up, her head became groggy and her vision dimmed.
The man kept fucking her throat until, as she felt consciousness start to slip away, he withdrew from her throat and just rubbed against her tongue. She gasped air in huge sobs, her chest heaving. As the third lungful was drawn in, he thrust his cock far down her throat again, blocking her air.
Four times she almost passed out, four times the soldier pulled out to let her breathe, and four times he rammed himself back down her throat. He was close to coming and increased his speed.
His strokes were still short enough to keep him in her throat, but now he was thrusting in and out like a demon. His thick creamy cum poured into her throat in torrents, just as consciousness left her.
She came to, noticing that the platform had been tilted upwards at her head, allowing the last of the soldier's cum to trickle down her throat, and stop her from breathing it down. The platform was again lowered.
She felt hands grip her inner thighs, thumbs on her buttocks, and was pulled wider apart. With horror, she felt the tip of a man nudge against her sphincter. She silently begged for it not to be the giant who had fucked her earlier, or for them to lubricate her.
As he pushed into her anus, she screamed. Without stopping, but fairly slowly, he pushed until he was all the way in, her scream lasting as long as the stroke. Then he pulled himself all the way out, the head forcing its way past the sphincter causing another scream. Please let this be it, she cried in her mind.
The giant cock was again forced into her anus, all the way to the hilt, the pubic hair grinding like sandpaper against her cunt lips, and then slowly withdrawing from her completely. Again and again, it was forced into her arse and removed completely.
Her screams got quieter as her body adjusted to the brutal invasion but, as they lessened, the gigantic cock moved in and out faster and faster. The increase in speed brought added volume to her cries of pain, but even they diminished eventually.
When her screams were no more than a quiet cry out with each thrust, the man changed rhythm, no longer pulling all the way out, but staying in each time. The strokes got shorter -- she estimated he was only pulling halfway out each time -- but he now thrust in and out like a piston, renewing her cries of pain.
Again, the only indication she had of his climax was when she felt his hot cum pouring in toward her belly. He thrust a few more times, then viciously pulled himself out. Again she felt the hose replace his cock and the icy water pour into her, washing his cum out.
She woke, feeling lightheaded from hunger and dehydration. She was alone in the room, and all three holes into her body were throbbing with pain. She eventually drifted back off into unconsciousness.
Only to be woken by an intense pain as someone grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard. She cried out in pain and, as she did, a cock was thrust deep into her throat. This time the cock came out of her throat with each thrust, allowing her to suck in small amounts of air, but the grip on her small young breasts continued.
The fingers dug into the sides and top of them, the palms crushed them down against her chest, they were pulled apart and thrust together, the small pink nipples were pinched, and tugged outwards. Each violation caused her to cry out in pain, between gasps for air, as the hard cock flew in and out of her throat.
The man let go of her breasts and she bathed in relief from the pain. The relief was short-lived, though, as a searing pain shot through her body, emanating from her right breast. Then he slapped the left one, and a fresh explosion of pain ripped through her body.
Each small hard breast was slapped in turn, each slap causing a wave of agony to shoot through her. Nearing his climax, the man then punched her breasts simultaneously, sending her mind reeling from the white-hot agony coursing through her.
His cock flew in and out of her throat faster and faster, as the punches grew in speed. Then his cock was far down her throat, spurting thick globs of hot cum rushing toward her belly.
The punches stopped with the flow of his cum, and he pulled out of her throat. For a moment or two he just stood there, as his hard cock got softer. He put a hand to it and lifted it toward her face. He stepped closer, and she feared he was going to repeat the violent fucking he had just given her throat.
Instead, he unleashed a stream of hot, yellow piss into her mouth. The acrid taste was disgusting, but she hungrily gulped down as much as her contorted position would allow, easing the dehydration a little.
Most of the piss, though, she couldn't swallow, letting it run down over her face. When he was finished, he flicked the last few drops at her, contemptuously, and walked off down the side of the table out of her field of vision.
As he passed her spread cunt, he punched her as hard as he could, directly on the cunt lips. The pain made her black out before she had a chance to cry out.
Colette awoke with an enormous feeling of shame. To be so humiliated was more than she had thought possible. It almost overshadowed the bruising her young tender holes had been forced to endure. She was not allowed to wallow in self-pity, however, as she felt the platform being raised.
The motion stopped after six inches, and she heard people grip the chains along one side of the platform. The little platform jerked slightly, then one side dropped smoothly towards the floor. She hung sideways for the briefest of time before the platform was brought horizontal and reattached to the chains in the ceiling.
Colette was now hanging from the underside of the platform. The pain in her tortured joints was excruciating, drawing beads of sweat from her brow. She could barely stifle the moans of pain clawing their way from her contorted throat.
The bottom end of the platform was lowered slightly, easing some of the pressure on her throat, but hands soon gripped her hips, and the platform was swung backwards, impaling her arse mercilessly on the huge cock, her sphincter feeling as if it would tear apart.
This time, the sodomizing was slow, almost leisurely. The man swung the platform back and forth instead of pushing his cock in and out.
In a seemingly never ending succession of swinging, Colette was pulled up and down the entire length of the enormous shaft, from feeling the swollen head tugging at the inside of her sphincter to the feel of his balls grinding against her cunt lips.
Her body, now used to such invasions, was even starting to take some pleasure in the languorous fucking she was getting; her stretched sphincter drawing gentle moans from her.
When the platform stopped swinging and the man started thrusting himself in and out of Colette's bruised anus, she knew he was about to come. Sure enough, she soon felt his cum splattering her insides, forcing its way to her starved belly.
She almost sighed when he pulled his massive length from her. She heard the chains again, and the platform was tilted in the opposite direction, until her head was pointing to the floor at an angle of about 45 degrees.
Then she felt the gloved fingers again, stroking her mound and cunt lips. They probed around her clit, traced delicate patterns around the entrance to her moistening hole, and toyed with her recently ravaged sphincter.
The pleasure was building rapidly within her, and her swelling cunt lips were starting to get slick with her own juices.
Two fingers were slowly inserted into her cunt all the way to the knuckle. They slid in and out in rapid movements, soon joined by a third. The growing feeling pulsing in her groin made Colette stop noticing the pain from her protesting joints as she concentrated on her approaching orgasm.
A fourth finger entered her and began stretching her as it moved quickly in and out. The rapid thrusting was working, spots of light and colour soon began to dance in Colette's mind.
She was moaning freely now as the rush of pleasure started to sweep across her abdomen. The hand intruding in her wet cunt was making slurping and slapping noises as if rammed in and out of her tight hole.
As her climax started, she groaned from deep within her throat, the shuddering taking over her body. The hand was thrust entirely into her, making her gasp. When the knuckles had passed the tight entrance, the hand was formed into a fist and rammed deep into her belly.
The pummelling hand hit her cervix brutally with every deep thrust. Each punch drew a cry of pain. Strangely, the burning pain didn't halt Colette's orgasm, instead seeming to add a different dimension to it.
The hand was withdrawn as her spasms subsided and the platform was righted. She drifted off into an exhausted sleep.
A stinging sensation across her left cheek brought Colette back to wakefulness. There was a cracking noise, and now her right cheek burned. Frightened, she tried to focus on the thing being dangled in front of her face. It was a long leather strap, perhaps an inch wide.
Then it was gone from her view. There was a swishing sound, followed by a sharp crack, and then pain blossomed from her right breast. The tip of the strap had landed on the nipple, tearing a scream from deep within her.
The strap was swung again and again, landing across one breast, or both breasts. Each stroke broke a terrible scream to Colette's throat, and a livid red weal to her skin. The blows fell until she was so groggy from the pain that she could barely whimper.
As if in reaction to this, the punishment stopped. She almost sobbed with relief, tears pouring from her eyes. Then a fresh agony flew through her body as the strap lashed down on her exposed cunt, the tip battering the clitoris. The screams once again rose from her as the second blow was upwards, landing squarely on her sphincter.
The blows alternated, cunt then sphincter, until the pain was too much to bear and Colette passed out. They hosed her face with icy cold water to bring her around. She was dizzy from the pain wracking her body.
Hands gripped her thighs again, and once more an enormous cock was forced into her aching cunt. The fucking was short and brutal. Pulling out before coming, the cock was then rammed into her anus. This too was short.
The cock was pulled out and rammed back into her cunt. The man switched between cunt and anus, cunt and anus, for what seemed an eternity, before erupting into her cunt. When his climax was over, he pulled out and then shoved his cock back into her anus, not moving.
Colette was only half aware of what was happening, no longer able to cry out, becoming inured to the pain. Suddenly, there was a burning sensation in her belly as the man emptied his bladder into her bruised anus.
The hose was again pushed into her cunt and turned on. This time, the water was burning her immediately, boiling hot. Now she screamed, and the hose was quickly turned off, not wanting to damage her too much.
The same scalding followed for her anus, before the table was tilted to allow the fluids to drain out. Her mind, wracked with agony, fell into blackness.
She drifted in and out of consciousness until she became aware of a strange odour in the room. Her mind couldn't focus on anything and her body was in constant agony.
The welts from the beating were puffy and horribly coloured. The walls of her cunt and anus were red and tender from the hot water poured into them. She couldn't close her sphincter or her cunt entrance, the muscles refusing to work, leaving her constantly open.
A face appeared in front of her eyes. She tried to focus on it, and was eventually able to distinguish some of its features -- the most noticeable being the long fat cigar it was smoking. She dimly remembered the odour.
She was forced to scream as the lighted end of the cigar was applied with some pressure to her right nipple. Time seemed to dilate, and the agony stretched for an eternity, until her mind shut down again.
More cold water in the face brought her to. This time her left nipple was burned with the cigar, adding a sickly smell to that of the cigar. When she passed out, no amount of cold water would bring her around.
When she did come to, her mind and body nearly broken from the constant pain, her face was hosed with cold water to bring her to full consciousness, even allowing her to drink some. Her moisture-starved body gulped down as much as it could before the water was turned off.
In her weakened state, though, the water went straight through her, and she pissed herself. This earned her a punch in the lower stomach that left her retching and seeing stars.
The pain in her stomach subsided and her vision returned. Then the face appeared in front of her eyes again, smoking another enormous cigar. She felt something approaching terror as she watched him puff continuously on the cigar, making the glowing tip longer and longer until it was the best part of an inch long. Then his face was gone.
He went to the other end of the platform and, very slowly, pushed the lighted end of the cigar into her cunt, not stopping pushing until his fingers has followed the end of the cigar into her. Her mind was delirious with pain, but refused to black out.
The cigar was slowly drawn out of her blistered cunt, and he puffed on it to build up the length of the glowing tip again. The cigar was pushed past her open sphincter into her anus, until his fingers had pushed in there too.
Unable to utter more than a whimper, Colette was consumed with agony. Hands now gripped her waist and the giant cock was rammed once more into her ravaged cunt.
The thrusting ripped open the blisters on the cunt walls, the pain still registering in Colette's mind. As the liquid from the blisters lubricated the cock's passage, it was pulled from her and thrust into her anus.
The thin skin of the blisters in there didn't stand up for long and were quickly opened with the long strokes of the cock. A small whimper of pain was all that Colette could force.
The cock was wrenched from her anus and she felt the splatter of his cum land on her belly and chest, not giving her any relief in either of her burning holes.
After a period of unconsciousness, she felt hands on her body, at the cuffs holding her in place. The strap was taken from her forehead, but her head stayed where it was.
The chains holding her wrists to her knees were removed and the cuffs were taken from her wrists and legs. Her arms and legs had to be forced to straighten, bringing popping protests from her joints.
Rough hands lifted her from the table and held her upright -- Colette was too weak, too battered to be able to stand herself. A man stood in front of her and grasped her chin, looking hard into her eyes. Colette neither registered this, nor the word that followed -- "Interrogation."
THE END
