Humiliation of female prisoners

Gillian, the unfortunate prisoner

of war, was now bound and terrified. Her thoughts swirled like a vortex of fear and pain. All sorts of unimaginable tortures had been inflicted upon her… it seemed no torture was impossible for them. Was this real? Had she been dragged around like a puppet by a giant soldier? Naked from the beginning of her interrogation until now? Or had her mind become disordered?
But the pain between her legs was real, beyond imagination. Ah… this pain, burning like fire in waves! 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 as the key turned. 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 adjust 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," Hardman replied. "They're destroying 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 there, mouth agape, naked on the floor. Hardman explained to her the ravages 'Stallion' could inflict on her during her first six hours and how it could truly drive her mad.

Gillian kept begging 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 had wrecked them until they could only gasp for breath, 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 sneered.
Gillian shook her head wildly, but her short hair didn't move with it.

"It will completely destroy you, make 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 been shattered.
Hardman leaned forward and slapped her face. 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 up from the harsh kneading.
Her other cheek was slapped hard, and her nipple was pulled long. "I thought so too," Hardman interrupted. "It feels so good to slap a pretty face...and even better, you can do whatever you want with her. 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, like it or not, this is a wild night for you and the 'stallion.'"
Tears instantly filled young Gillian's eyes. She was so helpless, so vulnerable! How Hardman loved that look. Silently sobbing, the poor girl followed her burly prison guard out of the room.
The "stallion" was 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 to the steel machine.
"Get on," the officer commanded cruelly.

Gillian, tears streaming down her face, tightly covered her white breasts and genitals with her bare arms. The days were beginning to get harder, worse each day. Why wouldn't they listen to her and ignore her existence? She obeyed Hardman's instructions, climbing onto his ingenious invention.
It was quite simple. The prisoners knelt and were penetrated, their knees bound to two iron rods by two black rubber bands—quite "comfortable." These iron rods were adjustable; they could move outwards to spread the girls' legs as wide as possible (or then move them backwards and forwards, running on one knee). Her arms stretched forward, each wrist secured with a lever. The machine then moved to the desired position. This could raise or lower her position at the controller's will. Additionally, there were two spur-like spirals for attaching massage sticks. These spurs could be driven individually or simultaneously by the controller, which, of course, was… Hardman.
"I think I'll give you a special treatment this afternoon, Gillian." He had tightened all the restraints on 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 trembled, sobbing intermittently. She knew that pleading would be useless. What was going to happen would happen, just as her hometown people said. Leisurely, Hardman selected two rubber massage sticks from the stack. The one inserted into her anus was about 6 inches long and 1 inch in diameter; the one inserted into her vagina was 9 inches long and 1.5 inches in diameter. "What a lucky girl you are!" he sighed as he locked the two artificial penises in. "Soon you'll be moaning with pleasure." Gillian was still sobbing softly, though. Hardman carefully adjusted the machine. Each penis gently aligned with a hole. Then he picked up the remote and sat down in front of his sweaty (white-hot, demure) submissive.
She looked 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, the second vibrator parted her labia and violently penetrated her vagina. She gasped again. My God! This monster is enormous! It seems she'll soon be ravaged by it! It paused for a moment... then slid out. As it slid out, the anal vibrator was reinserted, repeating the process. Two pistons slowly thrust and retreated between the two orifices, alternating. Gillian clenched her teeth, sweating profusely, and sobbed incessantly. Oh! How utterly disgusting! She had been mistaken for a guerrilla and subjected to this horrific torture.
As the vibrators slowly moved inside their victims, Hardman considered other available equipment. Two bottles, like veins, dripped from the rack, one containing lubricant, the other an anti-itch agent. Two plastic tubes were glued together at the ends. The girl should get some lubrication now! Hardman attached the tube to her back, the end passing through her wide-open buttocks, and then secured it an inch from her anus with a sticker. He opened the lubricant bottle, and the lubricant began to slide down her anus, followed by the thrusting vibrators, the excess dripping down her pink anal 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. After five minutes, Hardman stopped the anal vibrator but doubled the speed of the vibrator thrusting in the overflowing vaginal fluid. Almost instantly, Gillian began to convulse and pant like a bitch. The large vibrator had taken over her... and she was utterly powerless to resist. Then her hind legs and buttocks began to sway in rhythm with the rubber dildo. She had lost herself, becoming dazed... moans escaped her gagged mouth... sinking deeper and deeper into ecstasy... Hardman smiled lewdly. He loved seeing them enjoy themselves. So he increased the speed...
the vibrator moved faster. Gillian reached a breathtaking climax. Then her head slumped limply, tears streaming down her face. She knew this was just the beginning. The large vibrator had slowed down, but it still coldly thrust in and out of her swollen vulva, followed by another one in her anus. "Happy now?" Hardman smiled. Gillian could only weakly shake her head. Her body... her lust... she knew, was now under the control of this irresistible machine. It would bring her to intense climaxes, and then more climaxes, until she was completely weak, whimpering with utter exhaustion. While the monster carried out its "torture," Hardman considered most of the other equipment. From beneath the "stallion," he lifted two black rubber milking cones and attached them to a small pump. Inside each cup, 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 plunged into two involuntary orgasms by the milking machine. After the third orgasm, Gillian found herself pulled back by two iron bars binding her. 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 and begged...but she was unforgiving. As she entered her fourth orgasm, Hardman first shook the needle towards the tender breasts below, slowly moving it towards the already highly sensitive, puppy-nose-like pink nipples...
Gillian still had to endure the next six hours on that machine with her trainer, Hardman.
Hardman was considering all his options; the electric shock torture device (electrodes and clamps) would come in handy later to torment the female prisoner's body, but all of this would require her to straddle the machine for at least four hours...

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