Underworld: Gretchen - Sex Stories

Underworld: Gretchen

... enticing mix of terror and carnal need coursing through her mind, Gretchen could already feeling her calves starting to tremble as she leaned forward until their lips met, their tongues intertwining in a sudden desperately passionate kiss. Hiding her delight at the unexpected look of surprise on Vlad’s face as their long passionate kiss finally ended, Gretchen felt her heart racing with almost eager anticipation as she watched Vlad walk down the platform’s steps and rested his hands against the edge of the platform as he paused for a long moment to admire the shape of Gretchen’s desperately trembling calves. The sudden tightening of his grip as she felt the wooden planks of the platform start to slide beneath souls of her high heels as Vlad started the platform moving. Suddenly the platform slipped from beneath Gretchen’s toes and she screamed in agony as the unyielding tip of the impalement post tried to f***e its way upward into her cervical canal, her knees and insteps instinctively clamping to desperately grip the impalement post as tightly as she could manage. Gretchen cried out as she discovered, as had countless pleasure slaves over the long millennia, that her stocking clad thighs combined with her bound ankles to make it diabolically impossible to prevent her slow steady impalement. The pain was exquisite, the smooth long tip of the impalement post painfully forcing the muscles of Gretchen’s cervix to dilate as it’s deadly shaft gradually slipped deeper into her ...

... cervical canal. Even as she struggled against the inevitable, Gretchen fully understood the horrifying hopelessness of her efforts, the almost diabolical way the smooth silkiness of her stocking prevented her knees for gaining purchase against the polished steel of the impalement post’s shaft, the fiendishly effective way the ropes binding her ankles reduced her ability to grip the shaft between the insteps of her shoes. Screaming in terror Gretchen gripped the impalement post tightly between her knees as she felt a sudden, obscenely painful, tearing sensation deep within her belly, the muscles of her cervix finally surrendering to the unrelenting pressure as Gretchen’s body slowly slipped deeper unto the impalement post’s invading shaft. During the long and torturous hours that followed, Gretchen’s desperate struggles, aided by her corset’s strict compression of her insides, slowed but never completely stopped the sharp advancing tip of the impalement post’s progress. The sickening sensation as that cold steel shaft gradually slipped deeper and deeper into her obscenely violated body. The unrelenting and inescapable agony steadily growing as the impalement post advanced until, screaming helplessly, Gretchen felt the tip of the post pushing upward through her diaphragm and into her chest. Within mere moments the tip of the impalement post slid safely upward through Gretchen’s chest, missing both lungs and her heart and reached the underside of Gretchen’s trachea. Gretchen felt a ...