Underworld: Gretchen - Sex Stories

Underworld: Gretchen

While no stranger to the obscenely agonizing delights found within the Underworld’s dungeon torture chambers Gretchen still felt a sudden sense of unimaginable terror coursing through her as she materialized within one of the Underworld’s countless dungeon torture chambers. Despite having died thousands of time within the Underworld’s bl**d soaked torture chambers this was the first night Gretchen faced death by impalement. Entering the torture chamber Vlad smiled at the obvious look of terror already visible within Gretchen’s eyes as she stared in horror at the ominously torturous impalement post, “Since this the first time you’re going to suffer impalement let me explain what’s going to happen. First I’m going to tie your wrists and ankles then, carrying you onto the platform I’m going to lift you over the impalement post and impale you vaginally, forcing your body down until the tip of the post reaches your cervix.” Smiling darkly at the look of utter horror in Gretchen’s eyes, Vlad continued, “You’ll find that just as the tip of post enters the throat of your cervical canal, the toes of your shoes will just manage to reach the platform.” Pausing to tie Gretchen’s wrists tightly together behind her back, “I will leave you standing there on your toes, struggling to keep the tip of the impalement post from slipping deeper into your body, until I see your calves starting to tremble. At that moment I will push the platform out from under your feet.” With Gretchen’s wrists ...

... bound Vlad knelt down, sliding the palms of his hands down along the back seams of Gretchen’s stocking clad legs before securely binding her ankles, “With the platform’s support removed you will feel a sudden explosion of agonizing pain deep within your belly as the full weight of your body caused the unyielding tip of the impalement post to press painfully upward into your cervical canal. The pain will cause you to instinctively grip the impalement post’s shaft between your knees and insteps in what you will quickly discover to be an utterly futile attempt to keep yourself from sinking slowly deeper onto the post’s invading tip.” Standing, Vlad felt Gretchen trembling as he picked her up in his arms and carried her up the platform’s steps, “And one of the most delightful things I’ve come to discover, in my long centuries here in the Underworld, is that all of Lady Jenova's willing pleasure slaves struggle against the inevitable, it doesn’t matter if it’s their first time being impaled or their thousandth night spend dying upon the impalement post, they always struggle.” Staring into Vlad’s cold eyes, a faint gasp escaped Gretchen’s lips as she felt the impalement post’s shaft sliding upward against the insides of her thighs, its cold steel tip slipping into the wet aroused depths of her sex, the sudden dull ache as it’s tip reached her cervix causing Gretchen to desperately stretch her legs until the toes of her high heels reached the edge of the platform. Overcome by the ...