Female prisoner Gillian

Gillian, the unfortunate prisoner of war, was now bound, terrified. Her thoughts
swirled like a vortex of fear and pain. All sorts of unimaginable tortures would be inflicted upon her… it seemed no
torture was impossible.
Was it real? Had she been dragged around like a puppet by a giant soldier? Naked from
the moment she was interrogated until now? Or had her mind become disordered?
But the pain between her legs was real, beyond imagination. Ah… this pain,
throbbing in waves, burning like fire! Gillian's recently relaxed thoughts churned again, returning to
the memory of being raped with a stun gun two days ago. It seemed there really was a misunderstanding: she had been mistaken for a guerrilla.
She lay on the ground screaming, realizing this nightmare was reality. The cell door
creaked . Then the cell was instantly flooded with light, blinding Gillian.
"Not as comfortable as your last cell, is it, miss?" Captain Hardman smiled faintly.
"Very good...it seems you'll have to get used to the harsh conditions here!"
"You...you must help me..." she gasped. "You're a soldier, didn't you see what they
did to me?... "
"Of course I saw it," Hardman replied. "They're breaking your will, and they're
completely desensitized to the screams and moans of women under interrogation."
"Anyway, back to you, young lady," Hardman smiled. "This
afternoon I'll introduce you to a piece of equipment invented by the military called 'Stallion,' a rape machine."
Gillian lay naked on the floor, her mouth agape in horror as Hardman explained to her
what "Stallion" could do to her in the first six hours, and how it would truly drive her mad.
Gillian pleaded with him to release her from this hell on earth.
“Alright, fun time,” the bald officer said. “I bet you’re not looking forward to
your date with ‘Strong’ tonight.”
He saw the poor body trembling. No female prisoner of war would be treated kindly by that machine! It
could render them so weak they could only gasp, scream, and groan, trembling and limp like piles of mud.
“No… ohhhhhh… sir, please don’t, I beg you…”
“Of course you won’t like it, even though it will only hurt your flesh.” He grinned wickedly.
Gillian shook her head wildly, but her short hair didn’t move with it.
“It will completely destroy you, making you orgasm… orgasm… and orgasm again…”
Gillian lay there naked, mouth agape. She didn’t seem so strong; the girl’s resilience
seemed to have truly crumbled.
Hardman leaned forward and slapped her face as she sprawled limply in front of his chair.
“Don’t look so gloomy!” he said, pinching her approaching nipple.
"Ahhhhhh...Sir, no..." Gillian cried out like a baby, waking from the harsh
kneading . Her other cheek had been slapped hard, and her nipple had been pulled long.
"I think so too," Hardman interrupted.
"It feels so good to slap a pretty face...and even better, you can do
whatever you want . Maybe I should tease her gelatinous nipples with a stun gun while she rides the 'stallion,' that would
add a lot of fun. The girl's breasts are so elastic, matching her athletic physique, firm and round,
like ripe white apples, highlighting two rose-pink nipples," he thought. "Come on, my pretty girl, whether you like it or not, this will be a wild night
for you and the 'stallion .'" 　　Tears instantly filled young Gillian's eyes; she was so helpless, so vulnerable! How Hardman loved this expression. The poor girl sobbed silently as she followed the prison guard out of the room. 　　The "stallion" was located in a small annex in the training area. The building was empty except for the machine, a chair, and two large mirrors, allowing all the female prisoners sitting on the "stallion" to clearly see every detail of their rape. 　　Locking the door behind him, Hardman pushed Gillian towards the steel machine. 　　"Get on!" the officer commanded curtly. 　　Gillian, tears streaming down her face, tightly covered her bare, white breasts and genitals with her arms. Life was beginning to get harder, worse each day. Why wouldn't they listen to her and ignore her existence? She obeyed Hardman 's instructions and climbed onto his ingenious invention. 　　It was very simple to operate: the prisoners knelt, their knees bound to two iron posts by two black rubber bands—quite "comfortable." These iron rods were adjustable; they could move outwards to spread as wide as possible (or, next, move them backwards and forwards while they were kneeling). Her arms stretched forward, each wrist secured with a lever, and the machine moved to the desired position, raising or lowering her body at the controller's will . Additionally, there were two spur-like spirals for attaching massage sticks; the speed of these spurs could be adjusted individually or simultaneously by the controller—that, of course, was SGT. Hardman. 　　"I think I'll give you a special treatment this afternoon, Gillian." He had tightened all the girl 's thighs and wrists, stretching her as far as possible. "Your anus will be penetrated, just like your sweet vagina, but I'll use lubricant instead of an itch cream." 　　Gillian shuddered, sobbing intermittently; she knew that pleading was useless, as the people back home said , what was meant to happen would happen. Hardman leisurely selected two rubber vibrators : one about six inches long and one inch in diameter, inserted into her anus; the other nine inches long and one and a half inches in diameter, inserted into her vagina. 　　"What a lucky girl you are!" he sighed as he tightened the two artificial penises. "Soon you will be moaning with pleasure."

Gillian continued to sob softly. Sgt. Hardman carefully adjusted the machine, gently aligning each
penis with each hole, then picked up the remote and sat
before his sweaty (white-hot, demure) submissive.
She appeared extremely anxious, tears streaming down her pale cheeks.
"Let's begin!" Hardman said.
He turned the lever, and the girl gasped in pain as the anal vibrator slowly entered her rectum, lingered
for a moment, and then pushed out. Almost simultaneously, a second vibrator parted her labia and forcefully penetrated
her vagina, causing her to gasp for breath again.
Good heavens! This monster was enormous! It seemed she would soon be ravaged by it!
It paused for a moment… then slid out, and as it slid out, the anal vibrator re-inserted,
repeating this cycle. The two pistons thrust and retreated slowly in and out of the two orifices, alternating.
Gillian gritted her teeth, sweating profusely, and sobbed incessantly. Oh! How utterly disgusting! She was mistaken for
a guerrilla and subjected to this horrific torture.
The vibrators slowly writhed inside their victims, and Hardman considered other available equipment.
Two bottles hung from the rack, liquids dripping like veins: one containing lubricant, the other an
anti-itch agent, two plastic tubes glued together at the ends.
This time, the girl should get some lubrication! Hardman attached the tube to her back,
the end passing through her wide-open buttocks, then secured it with a sticker an inch from her anus.
He opened the lubricant bottle's clip, and the lubricant began to slide down her anus, followed by the thrusting vibrators, the excess
dripping down her pink front walls.
Slowly, slowly, Hardman increased the speed of the vibrator thrusts. Gillian could wriggle and squirm,
but they never left her, and she couldn't escape them. Yes, the machine was cleverly designed.
Five minutes later, Hardman stopped the anal vibrator but
doubled the speed of the one already thrusting in and out of her wetness. Almost instantly, Gillian began to convulse and pant like a bitch. The large
vibrator had taken over her... and she was completely powerless to resist. Then her hind legs and buttocks began to
move in sync with the swaying of the rubber dildo; she had lost herself, becoming dazed...
moans escaped her gagged mouth... and she sank deeper and deeper into ecstasy...
Hardman smiled lewdly; he loved seeing them enjoy themselves, so he increased the speed...
the vibrator moved faster, and Gillian reached a breathtaking climax, then her head
slumped limply, sobbing tearfully. She knew this was just the beginning.
The large vibrator slowed down, but still coldly thrust in and out of her swollen vulva, followed closely
by another one in her anus.
"Happy now?" Hardman smiled, and Gillian could only weakly shake her head.
Her body… her lust… she knew she was now under the control of this irresistible machine,
which would bring her intense orgasms, and then more and more… until she was completely weak and
utterly exhausted, losing consciousness.
While the monster carried out its “painting torture,” Hardman considered the other devices. From
beneath the “stallion,” he lifted two black rubber milking cones and attached them to a small pump.
Inside a rubber ball was rotated by suction cups
, creating a licking sensation around the victim's nipples, either together or individually. Gillian was once again brought to two uncontrollable orgasms by the milking machine.
After the third orgasm, Gillian found two iron bars binding her, pulling her backward. She
arched backward like a bow, her full breasts proudly protruding forward. She realized Hardman held a cow needle in his hand
.
“No… please don’t… ah!!” she screamed, begging for mercy… but she received no mercy.
As she reached her fourth climax, Hardman first inserted the vibrating needle beneath her tender breasts,
then slowly moved it towards her already highly sensitive, puppy-dog-like pink nipples…
Gillian had to obediently remain on the machine, continuing Hardman's training, enduring another six
hours .
Hardman was considering all his options; later, the electric shock torture device (electrodes and clamps) would also
come in handy, subjecting the female prisoner's body to further torment. But all of this would have to wait until she had been straddling the machine
for at least four more hours…

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/35216.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=35216&aspx=1

Previous Page : Yan Yan's Story 1

Next Page : Female slave training center