The Iron Maiden of Caen - Sex Stories

The Iron Maiden of Caen

... pulled down her skirt and panties together. But he wasn't really thinking of Hilda at all as dropped and discarded his trousers then thrust viciously into her; he was thinking of the girl sealed in the casket only a couple of metres away. "Go home and change" Karl commanded as soon as he finished in her. Coughing, Hilda spluttered "You hurt me!" "I'm sorry." "I'm not." she replied with a grin, leaving after a final look round the gloomy cellar. "Fuck off, slut" was his gracious reply to her "Heil Hitler" as she shut the door behind her. Then he realised faints cries seemed to be coming from the casket behind him. Marie lived then! Turning on the light he cautiously released the latch. What would he find inside? With sudden embarrassment he realised he was naked from the waist down and about to interrogate a prisoner. So what? It wasn't as if she was ever going to be released. His rigid cock certainly didn't feel as if it wanted to be confined! He opened the door. With big, dark, tear filled eyes Marie looked straight at him. Her glistening pale body was now defiled by multiple small red puncture marks and thin rivulets of blood. Her mouth opened and she hoarsely croaked "water!" Instantaneously nearly every wound exploded crimson, no longer plugged by the steel spikes blood cascaded freely over her ruined body. Forgetting any sense of modesty Karl almost ripped his own clothes off, casting them well clear of the blood already puddling on the floor, then embraced her. He felt ...

... her warm sticky blood against his chest, trickling down his thighs, as he reached behind her to feel the erotically cold steel of the spikes still slightly embedded in her back. He pushed himself tight against her, embracing her blood soaked body tight to him, she was unable to move or resist, apart from turning her head aside as he tried to kiss her. "I won't tell you anything" she gasped "Ever. " "Good!" he replied, grabbing her jaw and forcing her face round to look at him. She was crying and her whole body shuddered involuntarily. "You don't know how beautiful you are" Karl said as he released her, picked up a wrench, and hurriedly set about adjusting each spike to its full extent, panicking as he realised her sobs were getting weaker by the second. "I forgive you for killing Herr Pohl" he said quietly before slamming the door shut with a resounding metallic bang. Marie felt the now fully extended spikes sink into her chest, through her already ruined breasts deep into her lungs. The spikes behind now overlapped those fixed to the heavy door. One rear spike pushed her left shoulder blade forward as another crushed the top of her breastbone. Simultaneously other spikes caused her pelvis to snap open allowing those organs not now skewered into place to drop down alongside her womb which was itself torn open. She felt the blood spurting from her gaping mouth splashing back into her eyes, wide open in the pitch darkness. It was over, pain had won; if she could have stopped it ...