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Petra's punishment _h_
Having been entrusted by Col Mayer to play the first move in the punishment phase of the proceedings, the younger of the two whip-wielders, a ruggedly handsome brute heightens Petra'a shame and humiliation by fondling her shapely buttocks, causing her to squirm to the extent her bonds will allow.
'Please just get on with it,' Petra wanted to say but the words would not come, as the groping hand roughly explored her nether curves and the tantalizing crease that separated them.
But words did not fail to come to her tormentors. "Look at her squirm, Heinz!" Karl muttered approvingly. "Imagine how that sweet ass will wiggle for us after she's felt the sting of the lash!"
CRACKKK!!!
AGHHH!!!!!
The very first lash gives proof of the young brute's power and accuracy, etching a scarlet path midway up Petra's bare back and curling around under her up-stretched arm so that the stinging tail of the whip can give her right breast its cruel caress.
Petra's punishment _h_'Please just get on with it,' Petra wanted to say but the words would not come, as the groping hand roughly explored her nether curves and the tantalizing crease that separated them.
But words did not fail to come to her tormentors. "Look at her squirm, Heinz!" Karl muttered approvingly. "Imagine how that sweet ass will wiggle for us after she's felt the sting of the lash!"
| A hush falls over the onlookers as the whip-wielder draws back the sinister leather whip. Where, the attendees wonder, will he strike? Will he direct the first stroke at Petra's round-shouldered and beautifully tapering back, or will he target her ripe, rounded buttocks? The Stasi recruits lean forward expectantly as the sinister whip begins its sibilant course through the prison air. "No... please ... no ..." Petra pleads as she presses her nude body closer to the post, in hopes that somehow that shameful embrace will soothe her suffering, but it's too late, much too late and the cruel whip is already en route to its chosen target. | His sadistic lust heightened by the sight of Petra's opulent breasts crushed against the whipping post, the powerfully built henchman, vowing to give a good account of himself and thereby earn the favor of Colonel Meyer, unleashes his power and sends the lash hurtling through the air. |
AGHHH!!!!!
The very first lash gives proof of the young brute's power and accuracy, etching a scarlet path midway up Petra's bare back and curling around under her up-stretched arm so that the stinging tail of the whip can give her right breast its cruel caress.
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[WillieMacJ] Petra's punishment _i_
"Mein Gott, what a stroke!" Heinz muttered excitedly to his crony. "As loud as a lightning bolt and almost as hot! And he singed her tit! With his very first stroke!"
"Ja. Amazing! It can't be easy to use such a long and powerful whip," Karl rejoined.
:That lucky bastard knows what he's doing, that's for sure!"
"And did you notice the way her butt-cheeks clenched when she felt the blow? I tell you -- I'm already hard as a rock - after just one stroke!"
"Ja, that big-breasted spy is in for a very bad time if the look on the colonel's face is any indication."
The eyes of the Stasi invitees are glued to Petra's quivering bottom cheeks as the braided leather lash bisects them with a powerful blow.
"Whip that sexy backside, brother!" Karl roared excitedly. "Set it on fucking fire!"
And indeed Petra felt as if her buttocks had been set ablaze by the vicious stroke, and gave voice to a pathetic whimper of pain.
Petra's punishment _i_"Ja. Amazing! It can't be easy to use such a long and powerful whip," Karl rejoined.
:That lucky bastard knows what he's doing, that's for sure!"
"And did you notice the way her butt-cheeks clenched when she felt the blow? I tell you -- I'm already hard as a rock - after just one stroke!"
"Ja, that big-breasted spy is in for a very bad time if the look on the colonel's face is any indication."
| Petra had done her best to prepare herself for the pain of that first lash, but when it came, its fearful force shredded her attempt to show courage. The flesh of her back felt as if it had been slashed with a scalding hot knife. To make matters worse, she had never dreamed that her exquisitely sensitive breasts would be targeted, or that the pair of goons with the long, leather whips would have the skill to lash them. But as the dreadful pain subsided somewhat she consoled herself with the thought that perhaps it had been just a lucky stroke. And maybe Colonel Mayer, herself a woman, would chastise the whip-wielder for exceeding his authority and striking unauthorized targets. But Mayer merely watched silently, her grim, granite-like visage giving no evidence of disapproval. General Wolf took his eyes off Petra's tightly clenched buttocks long enough to cast a quick glance at the Colonel's face and noticed that her steely eyes were as bright as he had ever seen them. | A different - and stimulating - look from above as the cruel whip rockets into Petra's tempting derriere. We can see (and almost hear!) her cry of anguish and we also are afforded a splendid vantage point for seeing the way her ripe young breasts are almost bifurcated by the manner in which her tormentors bound her to the sinister whipping post |
"Whip that sexy backside, brother!" Karl roared excitedly. "Set it on fucking fire!"
And indeed Petra felt as if her buttocks had been set ablaze by the vicious stroke, and gave voice to a pathetic whimper of pain.
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[WillieMacJ] Petra's punishment _j_
Petra's punishment _j_| 0The Stasi crew leans forward in their seats in order to more fully enjoy the splendid spectacle. | Thirty times the dreadful lash had been raised, thirty times it had been propelled through the air, and thirty times it had ravaged Petra’s defenseless back and buttocks. The man charged with her punishment had been both cruel and competent, constantly varying the angle of his attack, first painting her sweat-moist flesh pink, and then red, and then, with the final eight or ten strokes, laying fresh lashes across earlier ones so that the fiery intersections of the livid striations burst into streamlets of scarlet. Petra’s suffering had mounted with each succeeding stroke, and so had the blood-lust of the onlookers, whose vocal support had lent strength to the flogger’s powerful right arm and length and girth to the throbbing truncheon in his trousers. General Wolf and Colonel Mayer had both watched intently, the general focusing mostly on the salacious squirming of Petra’s rounded ass-cheeks, which seemed to be the target of every third blow. Mayer’s icy gaze was more eclectic, slowly panning the length of Petra’s tortured body, taking in every detail of her suffering. She also took pleasure in the beautiful captive’s facial reactions as the hellish strokes rained down on her back and bottom, drawing louder and louder groans of agony that accompanied her sobs and tears. But it seemed to some observers that the Colonel’s eyes lingered longest on the battle-within-a-battle as Petra’s sumptuous breasts contested the splintered surface of the whipping post, embracing the post more violently, and more closely, with each ferocious lash stroke. |
| When her bonds had been undone after the thirtieth stroke, Petra's bloodied body crumpled to the floor. The Ice-Bitch allowed her a brief reprieve, and when Petra was allowed to whimper piteously on the floor for some time, some of the attendees, made ready to depart as they chatted excitedly about the cruel and arousing spectacle they had witnessed. "Not just yet, my friends!" Meyer exclaimed, stopping them in their tracks, "I'm not done with this blubbering whore yet!" At a gesture from the colonel, Petra was jerked roughly to her feet and the naked, pain-ravaged prisoner was forced to watch as the colonel's henchmen proceeded to move a sinister wooden contraption to the center of the room. "Was ist das?" Karl muttered to his crony. "One of the colonel's toys, I expect," replied Heinz in a low voice. "But I don't think that big-breasted beauty is going to have much fun with it! We're in luck, my friend. I thought that those thirty lashes would conclude the afternoon's entertainment. But it seems that our colonel's pageant of punishment will have a second act!" | Her back and buttocks still in flames from the flogging, her magnificent breasts badly chafed by the whipping post, Petra cries out in horror as the bizarre device is brought forward. "Surely, my dear," the Ice-Bitch hissed, "You didn't imagine that a paltry dreissig strokes was a sufficient punishment, given your crimes against the people of the Democratic Republic of Germany!" "Democratic Republic! Even the name of our country is a lie. And I have committed no crimes against the people," the bare-breasted prisoner added with spirit. "It is only your oppressive regime I despise!" "Well, my friends," the colonel addressed the onlookers, "it seems that this whore of a spy is even more treasonous that I had thought. Let us see if we can't do something about her insolence!" "Ja! Ja! Make her pay!" |
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[WillieMacJ] Petra's punishment _k_
Petra cried out in pain as the two goons gripped her left wrist and ankle and wrenched them viciously while Meyer and the general looked on approvingly. It was all but certain that within moments, her well-whipped back and buttocks would feel the abrasive kiss of the unusual whipping bench.
Petra's punishment _k_| It is only after the colonel's goons practically throw their nude captive atop the ancient wooden engine that the rebellious beauty realizes that her wrists and ankles were being locked into place in hinged openings. And only then did Petra realize that she would be lying face up on this mysterious contraption, her proud young breasts and the inviting prize between her legs as vulnerable and defenseless as Belgium and the Netherlands had been in 1940. "The whore is scared now!" Heinz muttered excitedly, as Petra's limbs were being locked into place. "Those juicy tits are quivering like leaves in an autumn breeze," "Ja, mein Freund!" Karl replied. "And now it's time to celebrate Oktoberfest!" "Ha! I hope they serve up those big round dumplings as a first course!" The other onlookers feasted their gaze on Petra's superb breasts and the bold nipples that capped them so provocatively. What, they wondered, did the Colonel have in store for their rebellious prisoner. | The ominous creak of hinges that had not been used in a very long time only served to heighten Petra's terror. "No! No! You can't do this ... not to a woman," Petra pleaded beseechingly to Colonel Meyer as the brutish pair prepared to imprison her limbs. "Oh, I can," Meyer replied as her cold glance rakes the flesh of Petra's nude body. "And I will." Heinz elbowed his pal. "Do you see, Karl? Do you see? They've got her face up, now. The Colonel must have plans for those gorgeous tits! Those lucky bastards!" he added enviously. He would have given a week's pay for a crack at Petra's stunning pleasure-globes. His fists opened and closed involuntarily at the very thought. "Ja, but what's with the chains on the table?" Karl muttered. "What's the point of having chains on a table?" Hearing this, Meyer threw Karl a frosty glance. "Have patience. The spy you are all raping with your eyes is about to learn the answer to your question." |
| Petra trembled uncontrollably when she heard - and felt - the hideous CLICK as the yoke-like wooden crossbars completed the imprisonment of her wrists and ankles, leaving her entire body open to whatever cruelties the colonel had in mind. Not only did her parted legs give the colonel's henchmen access to her enticing pleasure slit, her full breasts jutted upward, with the merest hint of sag, and her succulent nipples, stiffened by fear or perhaps shame, seemed to welcome the sadistic attention of her captors. In a way, Petra breathed a tiny sigh of relief when the Ice-Bitch hissed, "Turn the wheel," because she still did not fully understand her predicament, and, for the moment, at least, her ripe, sensitive breasts, already lacerated by the lash, seemed to have been spared further torment. A moment later however,she came to fully understand how dire her predicament was. For when the younger henchman seized the capstan of the ancient rack, and gave it a [owerfuf twist, Petra came to know the full horror of a medieval rack, whose ghastly arms had pinoned her limbs and offered her thighs and belly and breasts to the sadistic whims of her captors. | And then Petra heard a grinding metallic sound, as the wheel of the medieval rack engaged the chains on what she had imagined to be merely a whipping bench. A moment later, her shoulders, already lashed to the blood, felt the ghastly pressure of the rack as her sweetly rounded shoulders were tugged brutally northward. The voluptuous captive's shriek of agony gladdened the hearts and fired the loins of her tormentors. "Look at her! She's sweating like a pig, the dirty whore!!" Heinz enthused as the brute manning the capstan gave the wheel another violent wrench. "Harder! Stretch her harder!" Heinz bellowed. "Make her pay for her treachery!" Heinz's outburst was greeted with a tumultuous roar by the bloodthirsty Stasi. "AUGHHH!!!:" Petra groaned again as the horrible wheel was given another violent crank by the leering Stasi. And this time the force of his fury caused Perra's back to arch deliciously, lifting her luscious breasts, as if in offering to the grim gods of cruelty. |
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[WillieMacJ] Petra's punishment _l_
"No... NO... NOOOO!" Petra screamed as the grinning, barrel-chested gargoyle manning the capstan gave the dreadful wheel another grinding crank, increasing the agonizing pressure on her shoulder joints.
She looked at the leering goon imploringly, hoping to spark a humane impulse in his ugly face.But his eyes were focused, not on her own, but on her glistening breasts and the pleasingly pink nipples which seemed to stab the cool, dank air of the dungeon, which had chilled them to pointed perfection.
"Again!!" the Ice-Bitch hissed.
NO... Bitte ... bitte...:" the sobbing, ripe-breasted beauty begged, but at Meyer's command the disfigured brute manning the capstan gave the wheel of misfortune another vicious crank drawing yet another scream of agony from the taut-stretched prisoner..,,
And indeed Petra's grim foreboding proved to be all too prescient.
Responding to a subtle gesture from the Ice-Bitch, the older and uglier of her henchmen grinned with evil delight, drew a bead on Petra's mouth-watering melons, and raised the leather whip high, so that it would gain power and momentum as it traversed its vicious downward arc toward the prisoner's naked breasts.
"No! NO!! NO!!!" Petra screamed in horror as the dreadful whip reached its apex.
"That's it, big fella!" Heinz grunted under his breath as his rock-hard cock strained against the confines of his trousers. "Whip those big tits!"
Karl, no less sadistic, was also no less enthusiastic, elbowing his crony excitedly. "This is going to be good, my friend. This is going to be really good!"
Petra's punishment _l_She looked at the leering goon imploringly, hoping to spark a humane impulse in his ugly face.But his eyes were focused, not on her own, but on her glistening breasts and the pleasingly pink nipples which seemed to stab the cool, dank air of the dungeon, which had chilled them to pointed perfection.
"Again!!" the Ice-Bitch hissed.
NO... Bitte ... bitte...:" the sobbing, ripe-breasted beauty begged, but at Meyer's command the disfigured brute manning the capstan gave the wheel of misfortune another vicious crank drawing yet another scream of agony from the taut-stretched prisoner..,,
| The sinews in her athletic arms and legs stretched to their limit, Petra gave voice to a woeful groan. "You're not so insolent now, are you, Petra?" Colonel Meyer snarled. "Are you enjoying my little device, slut?" she murmured as she signaled her henchman to give the capstan another quarter turn, eliciting yet another wail of anguish from the tortured captive, "I'll bet you're proud of these, aren't you, Fraulein,?" Meyer whispered as she ran her fingertips across the surface of Petra's left breast, savoring its roundness and fullness. "And I must confess that my colleagues," she muttered, gesturing in the direction of the two well-muscled goons, "seem quite taken by them. Later perhaps, they'll provide my men with some good sport."" "But for now, my dear, let's continue to stretch your sweet, sweaty limbs..." she muttered, nodding again to the muscular brute at the capstan even as her slender talons dug deeply into Petra's swollen left nipple. | Even though the pain coursing through her arms and shoulders was excruciating, Petra was conscious of the predatory touch of Colonel Meyer on her breast. Petra’s breasts had always been unusually sensitive, and her nipples extraordinarily responsive, stiffening pleasurably at the merest touch of her delicate hands. How many times had she teased her ardent nipples with the soft palm, the exploring fingers, and the rigid edges of the fingernails of her left hand while the fingers of her right hand caressed her moist pleasure-slit! As Petra’s adolescence progressed and her breasts blossomed into youthful fullness, they became even more sensitive and responsive. A few years later, when she fell in love with Hans while at university, he would worship her tempting treasures, taking her to ever higher peaks of passion, laving the succulent mounds with his lips and tongue, and taking her turgid nipples between his teeth and tugging on them gently, but firmly, while his manhood pistoned in and out of her welcoming pussy. But there was nothing gentle or loving in the way that Colonel Meyer had stared at Petra’s ripe young breasts once her flimsy brassiere had fallen away, leaving them nude. Her gaze had been piercing, redolent with both envy and malice, And Meyer’s touch on Petra’s breast, once her limbs had been stretched on the rack, was as raptor-like as her gaze had been. Even as she felt herself being torn almost limb from limb, Petra had a horrible premonition that Meyer’s hatred had yet to be fully satisfied. |
Responding to a subtle gesture from the Ice-Bitch, the older and uglier of her henchmen grinned with evil delight, drew a bead on Petra's mouth-watering melons, and raised the leather whip high, so that it would gain power and momentum as it traversed its vicious downward arc toward the prisoner's naked breasts.
"No! NO!! NO!!!" Petra screamed in horror as the dreadful whip reached its apex.
"That's it, big fella!" Heinz grunted under his breath as his rock-hard cock strained against the confines of his trousers. "Whip those big tits!"
Karl, no less sadistic, was also no less enthusiastic, elbowing his crony excitedly. "This is going to be good, my friend. This is going to be really good!"
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[WillieMacJ] Petra's punishment _m_
The attendees watched transfixed as the whip rose in the air, the otherwise hushed silence punctuated by Petra's desperate shrieks for mercy, their merciless eyes darting from the cruel whip to Petra's superb breasts and back again.
"We've ignored your lovely breasts for far too long, fraulein," Meyer hissed. "Let's see if they are as sensitive as that tender backside of yours!"
The fiendish slash across her up-thrust breasts propelled Petra's gleaming breasts and belly and legs into gyrations so frenzied they would have fired the lusts of a saint. The onlookers positioned at the foot end of the rack were treated to the sight of Petra's upper thighs oscillating deliciously, involuntarily calling attention to the moist, velvety folds that were the gateway to her feminine treasure.
General Wolf took his eyes off of Petra's nude body long enough to take in the impact of Colonel Meyer's savage exhibition on his underlings. He congratulated himself for selecting them for his inner circle, because each of them seemed to be as excited and aroused as he. There would be more interrogations and more punishments in the years to come and he had little use for those not up to the task. He could see that his crew were enjoying the sadistic sexual spectacle of the beautiful spy stretched taut on the rack as much as he was. Moreover he decided to recommend Colonel Mayer, whose cruelty and imagination were the foundation of this exciting display, for a commendation for her service to the administration.
Petra's punishment _m_"We've ignored your lovely breasts for far too long, fraulein," Meyer hissed. "Let's see if they are as sensitive as that tender backside of yours!"
| With every muscle in her sweat-drenched arms, legs, and abdomen stretched excruciatingly taut by the barbaric rack, Petra's voluptuous young body was even more provocatively posed than ever. She might have thought that every nerve ending in her magnificent body had already been taxed to the fullest, but when the ugly brute slammed the whip down on her succulent breasts with a gut-wrenching CRACCKK!! she learned that there might be no limits to the depths of her suffering. For, with his very first stroke, the hideous Neanderthal had targeted her beautifully stippled areolae, punishing the inviting discs with all the fury of his blood lust. "AIAGGHHH!!!" Petra's scream of agony was long and loud, an exciting and erotic coda to the thrilling percussion of whip on soft breast-flesh. | The force of the troglodyte's first blow was such that it sprayed atomized breast sweat on two or three of the forward-straining onlookers, none of whom seemed to mind the unholy christening, so mesmerized were they by the sight of Petra's nude body writhing in agony, her superb breasts bisected by the powerful lash-stroke. "ACH! He knows his job, doesn't he?" Heinz muttered excitedly. "He blitzed those proud nipples -- with the very first stroke!" "Ja, ja!" Karl replied. "But if you ask me, they were begging for it! What a body the teasing slut-spy has!" |
General Wolf took his eyes off of Petra's nude body long enough to take in the impact of Colonel Meyer's savage exhibition on his underlings. He congratulated himself for selecting them for his inner circle, because each of them seemed to be as excited and aroused as he. There would be more interrogations and more punishments in the years to come and he had little use for those not up to the task. He could see that his crew were enjoying the sadistic sexual spectacle of the beautiful spy stretched taut on the rack as much as he was. Moreover he decided to recommend Colonel Mayer, whose cruelty and imagination were the foundation of this exciting display, for a commendation for her service to the administration.
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[WillieMacJ] Petra's punishment _n_ end
But at that moment, Colonel Meyer was not thinking about commendations or promotions. Her attention was unwaveringly focused on the whip, the rack, and Petra's facial and bodily reactions to her punishment.
Even Petra's scream of agony as the leather whip ravaged her breasts did not deter the colonel from her stern course.
"The pain in her breasts seems quite severe, " she muttered softly to the muscular goon manning the capstan. "Perhaps if you were to give the wheel another turn, it might distract our lovely prisoner from her current suffering."
Pain eventually overcomes Petra and she falls unconscious. Meyer decides that justice has been served and orders the proceedings to come to an end. Her staff are instructed to take the young woman to a prison hospital to recover.
Petra's punishment _n_ endEven Petra's scream of agony as the leather whip ravaged her breasts did not deter the colonel from her stern course.
"The pain in her breasts seems quite severe, " she muttered softly to the muscular goon manning the capstan. "Perhaps if you were to give the wheel another turn, it might distract our lovely prisoner from her current suffering."
| Colonel Meyer watched approvingly - and excitedly - as the beefy brute continued his ferocious assault on Petra's gorgeous breasts. A veteran of Buchenwald since the early years of the Nazi regime, the well-muscled minion had long since earned a reputation as one of the most sadistic guards of the Third Reich. Hermann Goering himself, learning of his prowess with the whip, had summoned him to his palatial state a few times to motivate unwilling frauleins he fancied to perform some of their more degrading duties with the proper enthusiasm. On once memorable occasion the Field Marshal had a big-breasted but uncooperative blonde stripped naked and hung by her heels, so that her head was at waist level. Standing behind her the Brute of Buchenwald had given the Aryan beauty a savage back and buttocks whipping with a cat o' nine tails while the head of the Luftwaffe mauled her sweet young breasts. It wasn't long before the heretofore rebellious Madchen was pleasing the Reichsmarshal most energetically in the very way she had steadfastly refused to do before the 'Brute' had strafed her delicious backside with the lash. General Wolf had heard this story, but as Petra soon learned, the Brute's most favored targets were a lovely pair of breasts, and, in Wolf's estimation there probably wasn't a finer pair of pleasure-mounds between the Rhine and the Volga. And the Brute punished them with all the power and savagery at his command, lashing the sweat-slick globes of the tortured beauty again and again.... | CRACKK!!! AAGGHHHH!!” The fearful whip crashed down on Petra’s pain-wracked breasts yet again. “No more … no more … please…” sobbed the suffering beauty. Colonel Meyer’s icy gaze never left the writhing, sweat-slick torso of the beautiful young prisoner on the rack. She had dreamed of this moment of subjugation and sexual savagery for years but the reality exceeded her wildest expectations. She had never imagined that such a beautiful young creature would fall into her hands, her full young breasts responding so sensually to the lash, her lovely limbs stretched and straining, her legs so pleasingly parted, so that her humiliation almost rivaled her suffering. |
Pain eventually overcomes Petra and she falls unconscious. Meyer decides that justice has been served and orders the proceedings to come to an end. Her staff are instructed to take the young woman to a prison hospital to recover.
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