Chapter 23: Letters and presents
(Part 3 of 3)
When the door opened, she literally jumped, gasping as the jerking motion hurt quite a bit in her crotch. Farouq entered, together with a guard.
“Ah, I see you are enjoying your presents,” said the investigator cruelly.
“Please, get me off this thing,” gasped Alisa.
“Are you telling me you aren’t excited?” asked Farouq in return and he brushed his fingers over her vulva, before holding his wet fingers up to her. She could smell her own excitement on his fingers, as well as a faint scent of semen.
“Please,” she whimpered again, much softer this time.
“Do you admit you are a whore?” asked Farouq. Alisa looked away and closed her eyes, whimpering softly. The things she had felt and done in the last few hours, how could they be denied?
“I am a whore,” she stammered. “Now please, get me off.”
“I plan to get you off,” said Farouq. “But first you have to show me something.”
She looked back at him, tears in her eyes, dread filling her as he grinned at her.
“Fuck this rod,” he said, “Show us what you are made of.”
She shuddered and bit her lower lip before slowly nodding. Then she started to lift herself up on her toes and lowered herself again, groaning as she felt the dildo traveling up and down in her vagina, the fabric of her leotard tightening the wedge. She slowly bounced on her feet, riding the metal dildo inside her body and felt how she was getting more aroused.
“Is that all you can take?” asked Farouq while he walked around her. The guard in the meantime was still standing near the door, looking at her with a smirk on his face. Alisa blushed bright red and glanced at Farouq, not sure what he meant. He tapped with his shoe against her ankle.
“Spread your legs a little further,” he said, “that will make the rod go deeper.”
She didn’t want it to go deeper, but also didn’t want them to do it for her. So she slowly shifted her weight and placed her feet a little further to the side. When going down she immediately felt the dildo reaching deeper into her, painfully pressing against her cervix.
“Wider still,” said Farouq.
“I can’t,” she whimpered.
“Why not?”
“It is… going too deep,” she replied. He leaned against her back and brought his mouth close to her ear.
“What is too deep?” he asked softly, sending shivers down her spine.
“It is… pressing against my cervix,” she replied softly with a whimper.
“Well,” he replied, “what are you waiting for? Push it in.”
Alisa whimpered and shook her head.
“Push it into your cervix,” he repeated, “all the way up in your womb. I know you can do it.”
The woman gasped and tears filled her eyes. She could have guessed it.
“I’ll make it easier for you,” he then said while grabbing the back of her leotard, right above her buttocks. He showed her a pair of scissors and she groaned when he cut the back of her suit, but kept the bottom part tight, still wedging her. Then he moved the scissors to the front.
“Brace yourself,” he said and then he cut the front, while releasing the back at the same time.
Alisa gasped when suddenly the elastic fabric of the leotard snapped at the front and since the back was also released, both ends slipped into her vagina with great force. The sensation of her clitoris being suddenly swiped and then released by the fabric, caused a most intense wave of excitement through her lower body and with a jerk of her hips and a loud cry from her mouth, she felt a brief but very intense orgasmic wave running through her bottom.
“There,” said Farouq while slapping her now naked butt, “now you can push down on the dildo more easily.”
She groaned but realized her was right. Each time she had let her body push down on the shaft, the pull of the leotard had worked against the penetration. She now felt how her vagina was much loser and freely stretched around the metal cylinder. Her vaginal walls had swollen from excitement, but she was extremely well lubricated. Even the slightest movement now made her feel aroused. And she was so aroused, she couldn’t stop moving.
“Is it… inside?” panted Alisa, her body visibly shuddering while she rocked her pelvis back and forth.
“The crotch of your leotard?” answered Farouq while he gestured at the guard to get closer.
“Yes, it’s still on top of the dildo, pressing against your cervix.” He stroked his hands over her breasts, gently caressing her erect nipples, making her gasp and shudder again.
“Push it inside you,” he said in her ear, “deliver your father’s semen inside your womb.”
Alisa cringed and trembled all over. So he knew. She had already guessed as much. They had read the letters of her parents and they came up with this horrible torture. Had they also faked her letter to her parents? Of course they had. But they had not known what the response would be, right? Oh, how her parents had played right into their hands! Alisa gagged and felt sick. But she whimpered when the caressing of her nipples continued and she felt tremors of excitement going through her body. The trembling grew stronger. Farouq moved one hand to her crotch and a simple touch of her slit, a slight pull at her skin and a brush of a finger against her clitoris, Alisa gasped out loud and her hips jerked involuntarily. Every movement of her hips caused her vagina to clench around the hard metal dildo and she sensed how her cervix was pressing against the hard top of it. There was no way out, she realized and she started weeping, afraid of the pain they wanted her to experience while also longing for the pleasure she was sensing right now.
Farouq released the cuffs around her wrists and patted her on the buttocks.
“Help yourself,” he said, to indicate she could masturbate if she wanted. “You can experience as many orgasms as you want,” he added and pressing his fingers between her buttocks, he started to massage her anus, which made her groan in excitement, maybe even because it was making her feel ashamed. She moved a hand to her crotch and with trembling fingers she started to gently rub her clitoris. Her other hand rubbed her breasts and flicked her nipples. She even went as far as taking the remains of her leotard off by pulling it over her head, going completely naked, before resuming to masturbate herself under the close guidance of Farouq and the guard.
Farouq pushed a finger into her anus and started to finger her, while she herself rubbed her clitoris and caressed her nipples. The guard in the meantime was kneeling in front of her and he pushed her legs a little bit wider, making her press down harder on the metal rod. Alisa gasped as she felt her excitement rising, slowly working herself to another orgasm. At the same time she felt how her hip movements and the slow sinking of her body was causing a rising ache in her lower abdomen, where her cervix was pressing harder on top of the metal bullet shaped head of the dildo.
“Fuck it,” said Farouq, fingering her anus and using his other hand to slap at her buttocks.
“Please, no, don’t make me do it,” she whimpered while panting in both fear and excitement. She groaned when her feet got pulled a little wider still and her cervix pushed down with more pressure.
“I can’t,” she wept and covering herself with her hands, she tried to bring her feet back together and raise herself up again. Farouq pulled his fingers out of her ass and pushed himself against her back, placing his shoes against the inside of her feet to prevent her from bringing them closer together again. He then opened his trousers to get his erect cock out and pulled her arms behind her to fold her hands around his cock. The guard at the same time spread her pussy lips and rubbed her clitoris. Alisa gasped and cried out when a sudden surge of orgasmic lust ran through her body. Feeling the erect cock in her hands revived the image of her father’s erect penis and the lust she had felt for that so long ago. The shame she felt at the same time didn’t stop her excitement, it enhanced it and she trembled all over. Her stomach quivered, her vagina clenched around the metal shaft, her hips jerked and she groaned with closed eyes.
“Give in to it,” said Farouq while he fucked his penis in her hands and against her lower back. His hands went to her tits and started to pinch and rub her nipples. Alisa couldn’t take anymore and started coming, convulsing with her whole body, jerking with her hips and crying out loud. Farouq used his feet and legs to spread her legs wider, forcing her twitching vagina deeper over the metal spear, pressing her contracting and spasming cervix on top of the bullet shaped dildo head and with a scream she felt her inner seal getting breached.
“It’s in,” said Farouq and he and the guard acted quickly now. He moved away from her back and stepped aside while the guard got up and went to her other side. Both men put one hand behind her knees and the other on her breast to hold her upper body straight. They started to lift her up, taking her feet off the ground. But they didn’t lift her body up, in fact, they lowered her on the metal shaft, forcing her weight to punch the dildo up into her cervical passage and then right through into her womb. Alisa screamed but kept coming at the same time.
“I’ll hold her,” said Farouq, putting one arm around her upper body while using the other to lift her leg up. The guard let go of her and once more knelt in front of her. He quickly released the lock of the bar and started to slide the dildo up higher, raising it. Alisa screamed in absolute pain and horror when she felt the metal dildo being forced even deeper into her body, fully penetrating her womb. And when the dildo was once again locked, they slowly released her, placing her feet on the ground again, this time with the dildo sticking inside her at such a depth, she was almost sitting on it with her womb.
The men supported her to keep standing upright, but didn’t help her to relieve herself. Alisa wept, not just because it hurt like hell, but also because she realized they had made her push the piece of fabric with her father’s semen on it inside her womb.
Her hands reached for her vulva, without realizing she did that. She felt such an urge, despite the pain she was also experiencing. And with a gasp and closed eyes she started to finger her slit again, rubbing her clitoris while her whole body was trembling and shaking.
“I’m coming daddy,” she whimpered and slowly another orgasm rose up inside her body, causing her to convulse and shake, her vagina and womb spasming around the metal shaft locked inside her. The two men observed her closely while holding her upright. And only when the orgasm and pain she was feeling overwhelmed her, making her lose all balance and strength to keep standing up, did they catch her. They lifted her up and off the metal shaft and carried her to her bunk. With her hands on her vulva she fell asleep.