Shieldmaiden Shackled (Experimenter73 x Pertumelia)

[experimenter73]

He watches as the heroine throws back her head and screams when the pincers grab hold of her hard, bold nipples and then pull upward. The sound of her suffering sends a rush of excitement through his body. Her exquisite form, held as she is in his shackles, is his to manipulate as he pleases. She will suffer through this next round of torment, and then discover that it only gets worse.

"It seemed a shame for those pretty little nipples to miss out on the fun, don't you think, pet?" he broadcasts the words to her. "But don't think I have forgotten the rest of your body, my pretty little thing. There is still more fun to come."

With the tight little points holding tight to the heroine's breasts, the guardswomen step away. He sets the device in motion again. The last time, he had limited the device to 60% of its width. He starts with a little less than that this time, letting her grow accustomed to the way that her pinned nipples are pulled upward when her body lowers onto the dildo from the spread.

This time, however, whenever she reaches the maximum spread, the dildo inside her vibrates furiously for a long moment. And then when the footpads begin to bring her feet back together, the vibration ceases. He watches intently as her legs are spread and then returned to the base position two times.

On the third time, the device does not stop at the same place. The footpads continue to draw her legs out, spreading them until they reach the maximum position. The dildo lowers some as she spreads, staying buried deep inside her but moving far enough out not to cause her any internal damage. He sets the dildo to vibrating once more, thrumming powerfully inside her, for only a moment. When the vibration stops, he does not draw her legs back together.

"You should see the comments that we're getting on the broadcast, little pet. It seems you're quite popular back in Deutschland. There are quite a few former enemies of yours who are willing to pay quite handsomely for a little alone time with you."

At the end of each sentence, he pauses long enough to give her another burst of vibration.

"I'm sure they'll truly enjoy their time with you once I've broken that fighting spirit."

And then returns the device to its automated sequence, letting it work her body as it will. It varies in how far it stretches her each time, never letting her find a pattern to the way it moves. The speed varies as well, as does the use of the vibrations inside her.

 

[experimenter73]

The Pincers

 

[pertumelia]

The Shieldmaiden was still in her totally eroticized but also shocked state. When he talked about the broadcast going through the Internet, probably through special channels in the Dark Net. And even more - that "certain people in Deutschland".... Pure horror. A flashback through her mind, a really unpleasant person who, when arrested and taken away, had threatened her in the dirtiest words what he would do to her if....

"You can't do that!" She screamed it out, the fear and panic was audible, her voice rolled over. As the dildo began to work deep in her pleasure cleft, she lost control. She tugged wildly at her chains, throwing her torso back and forth to get free of the claws on her nipples which only cut deeper, the dildo was pressed further into her as she could no longer hold her body up, it thudded painfully against her womb for a brief moment until the controls compensated. Moving it with devilish perfection between her labia and inside her vagina as programmed to tease her G-spot to perfection. She raged, tugging at the chains, screaming out her rage. It wasn't so much fear of what might happen next, as even more the humiliation of being helplessly at the mercy of her old adversaries at her homelands.

After all, she had worked her way down, the guards were standing at a distance, they had realized that they could do nothing here. The shackles had proved strong enough this time. If she hadn't been so strong in all her body parts, her nipples would have been torn off. But the stabbing pain was after that, she gasped, sweated. Finally she calmed down again, listening to his further words and sayings. Each followed by another surge of perverted internal treatment of her sensitive parts. Then came the orgasm, with ferocity, throwing her back and forth again, while all her body in wild agony and spasm. Then she was done, and again everything went back to the calm rhythm, the machine took control. Her legs were spread, this time wider and painful to the point of overstretching, the dildo worked inside her, slowing down its activities when her legs were parallel and upright, and starting to work inside her when she was spread. She could not recognize any scheme, she was helplessly at the mercy of it. More or less spread, the torture by the vibrating dildo endlessly long or even short. She moaned, everything ached, the climax of a new orgasm began to run through her.

She held her head upright now, trying to regain her posture, tensing her muscles without working against the apparatus. somehow.... she gave in to it. With sharp little cries, new waves of pre-orgasms appeared, then she was shaken again. She could not hold her position during the orgasm, especially as HIS words echoed in her head. She was now aware that her every move, the loss of her costume, her armor, this perverted fake of thin fabric, her helplessness, that all this was now being transmitted. Nevertheless, for many long minutes, driven from orgasm to orgasm, she managed to tighten herself again and again, to find her position again, to be strong. Her muscles were not yet fatigued, she was balancing her strength, working not against but with the mechanism, of course, only to be subjected to more sexual torture. She moaned and screamed, but thought she could hold out until.... Contrary to the wild threats and promises of the false Dr Debbie, she began to believe what HE was telling her. It was too factual and logical. Or had he already found a way to embed his thoughts and words in her brain? It was working in her. She was not able to concentrate on the here and now. to master the challenge, but permanently her thoughts were corrupted by this horrible idea of being broadcasted and delivered to her enemies.

Suddenly, an image popped into her head, finishing her off. The sleaziest and most disgusting criminal, Paule "the rat" Motteck, whom she had hunted on behalf of the German Bundeskriminalamt, a perverted sadist, a girl dealer and gunrunner, sitting in front of his monitor in his totally filthy den, watching her, while masturbating his lardy stinking cock. Of course only an imagination of her ill twisted brain. But it was too much for her. She collapsed, losing all control over her body, the clamps tearing again at her tender buds, her pelvis going down almost to the floor, the dildo working madly inside her, always finding a position that threw her over every limit of arousal. She could no longer. Not to stop the session, but to get rid of the images in her head, she screamed it out again.

"PLEASE STOP IT MAKE IT STOP I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE".

She gasped, shaken by the next orgasm. Then quieter, clearer. She had herself under control again, but it was too late, the automaton was stopped. "Once I've broken that fighting spirit". In her desperate rage, she found the only other way out of it all, to escape this humiliation. Being strong. Being herself. Finding her stand again. "You can't break me. I will not be a willingless toy. Never. Not like Dr. Debbie. I am too strong. You can kill me, but you can't break me." And in fact, that's how she was thinking at that moment. Another illusion, but an illusion giving her a chance. Even though she would now be subjected to a new, third, intensified pleasure torture.

 

[experimenter73]

The machine slowly returns the heroine to her standing position, lessening the pressure on her nipples and the plunge of the dildo inside her. He grins as she speaks the harsh words, pleased that she has not yet lost her fighting spirit.

"I do hope that you are correct, my precious little thing. It would bring me no end of pleasure to watch you continue to resist and suffer."

He presses another button, setting a device that looks like a gas mask to begin to lower from the ceiling above the heroine. One of the guardswomen takes hold of the mask, hanging down from the ceiling by a clear tube. The other woman takes hold of the heroine's shoulders from behind. When the first holds the inside of the mask up before the heroine's face, she would see a long, thick dildo protruding from the inside of it.

"Since this is our last session, I won't need to hear from you regarding when to end it. So we can just seal those pretty lips of yours. Now, open wide, pet."

The guardswoman does not hesitate to bring the tip of the thing up to the heroine's lips. If she does not open for it, he delivers another shock to her body. Only this time, it does not come only from the collar. Instead, the jolt of electricity would come from the clamps on her breasts as well. He would continue to increase the intensity of each jolt until her mouth opened.

The thing is thrust deep into the heroine's mouth, plunging back into her throat until she gags on it. The depth of it forces her to work hard to keep her throat clear to breath, and to stop from gagging with every movement. They close the straps around her head to keep the device in place.

"If you cast your eyes up along the tube, you'll see that it will not be empty for long. My team has been hard at work gathering... samples... from some of the heroines here. I'm sure you feel quite alone, so I hope this helps you feel more connected to your brethren."

A milky substance slowly works its way down the tube until it reaches the mask. He lets a quick squirt of the stuff spray against the back of the heroine's throat through the tip of the dildo in her mouth. Then he closes the opening.

"From now on, whenever you achieve an orgasm, you'll get a shot of that into your mouth until you recover yourself. That must feel nice for you. Now you don't need to cum alone."

And then he sets the machine to work once more on the heroine's body.

 

[experimenter73]

NSFW Shieldmaiden and the Pincers 2

 

[pertumelia]

Again, things had turned out differently than the Shieldmaiden had imagined and prepared for. She had tried to withdraw from the whole outside, to concentrate on her body, her desire, the here and now - and in no case to ask again that it should stop. That now she didn't have to be silent at all, but would be closed off from any sound expression by this gag mask....

She didn't want it. As the mask fell, she began to struggle violently, her upper body whirling around, and despite the biting pain on her nipples, she was pulled back as it were by the brutal clawing at her breasts, nevertheless she managed to throw off the two guards, and with violent movements of her head prevent the mask from being placed over her face.

Only a brief moment of triumph, on "stand clear" the guards jumped back, and a terrible blow jolted through her body, starting from the collar, through her sensitive breasts and into the clamps. She jerked in convulsion, unable to utter a sound, her mouth opening in a silent scream. A second and third blow brought her down, while at the same time a single, hot-peaked orgasm shaked her body, as the Dildo was still impaling her and arousing her labia over all limits. For a brief moment she lost control, slumped, her breasts pulled up, her head falling back, and the guards jumped in and fixed the mask on her face, tightening the straps strictly, and the tube emerging from the mask, like a tentacle, began to work its way into her.

She heard his words, and it pounded inside her. She had to gag as the tube forced itself down her throat. Then the game began again. She managed to stand upright, wedged and knitted held by the grippers on her breasts, the mask on her head and the dildo inside her. Again the platforms began to move. An endless sequence. As if the machinery were processing her status, she realized how she was being systematically and mercilessly driven to the next orgasm. She didn't want to. She tried to hold back. To think of anything but this situation she was in. But just the opposite, in her mind's eye she saw her body as if from a distant point in space, working away, being stimulated, and the climax going on and on and on, beyond the limit of what she could bear, finally a first wave of orgasm, and at that moment she felt a... Fluid....

The taste, the pheromones, this concentrated charge of pure femininity pushed her over another limit in supreme arousal, her body trembling and quivering under the long, almost endless orgasm, while she thought she was suffocating, and the panic of drowning mated with the terrible feeling of being at the mercy. It was now not only the dildo working in her lower grotto, but... it was inside her, it was penetrating her, it was... everywhere...

Finally she managed it, and swallowed, swallowed, gasping, and finally she got air again, it calmed down around her, her arousal cooled down a bit, slowly and steadily, the machinery stood still for a moment, she breathed, found her inner rythm again. Her body tightened again, she became calm, her muscles tense, keeping her posture. There was a kind of satisfaction on her face, she had done it. Had she? Panic ran through her as she realized it was slowly starting again. The nipple grippers pulled and created a little more tension, the dildo began to work slowly, then faster and faster, and then the platforms moved apart, slowly. but to the maximum.

Her pulse raced, her excitement began to rise, a kind of helpless desperation spread for a moment. Her brain was as if switched off, she was at the mercy of it all.

Twice, three times she went through this sequence, always interrupted by pauses of uncertain length, three times still she managed to swallow everything. A wave of pleasure washed over her, the juices that were pumped into her were pure female sex.

Finally she was thrown over every limit. The fourth wave of orgasms did not want to rub off, for several minutes, felt hours, she was shaken, all her sexual energy spent, she worked helplessly against it, the pain in her breasts and in her grotto, the mask, the tube, helpless to scream. Wave after wave carried her along, finally the world around her began to sink, it became dark before her eyes, for a moment still the movement of the dildo inside her was, noticed that the platforms were pulled together and held. Panic ran through her at the thought that now these juices would be pumped into her again and she would simply suffocate. But then the faintness released her, around her the world disappeared, she sank into a dark dream in which the spoken words, the realization that there were other heroines trapped in this dark world, the smell and taste of sex and Pure Lust enveloped her in a universe of pain. Did she still notice that the machine stopped and she was spared suffocation? She hung there limply, her head with the mask sunk to the side, her body held by the grippers on her tits.

 

[experimenter73]

He smiles as he walks alongside the heroine, all set up for her night of "sleep." After everything the heroine has experienced, he knows that she desperately needs some real rest. But he wants to make things a little easier for the Doctor in the morning. The Shieldmaiden, therefore, will not sleep easy tonight.

The heroine's now-naked body is supported by a series of posts. A small curved platform is beneath her torso. It bends her back upward, breasts hanging out over the end of it. A bar across her lower back keeps her pressed down onto it. Her legs are spread wide, thick smooth cuffs around her thighs to keep them in place. Her wrists are drawn down in front of her and secured to a post coming up from the floor. Her ankles are similarly held in place behind her.

His fingers trace the lines of the leather straps that circle her head. They make up a harness, and one that keeps a metal bit firmly in place between her teeth. A blindfold panel is attached that will keep her in darkness even when she wakes.

The position would be an unpleasant one to sleep in if there were nothing else to it. But the heroine's experience this night will not be limited to her confinement.

He presses a button on his control tablet and the first flogger spins to life. It is set into the floor behind her foot, and the spinning leather cuts wickedly across her sole. The one by her other foot follows, and then two thick straps are brought down on the cheeks of her ass. She would be waking by the time he activated the final device, sending a trio of straps slapping across her exposed breasts.

"I'm sure you're as exhausted as I am. It has certainly been an eventful day."

The dual paddles by her ass swing again, thudding into her flesh.

"I do wish you luck getting any sleep, though. I'm afraid that my floggers will be working rather tirelessly."

They all spin through a sequence again, in a different order this time, but each striking its assigned portion of her helpless flesh.

"And I want you to remember that. You might find yourself with the occasional four or five minutes throughout the night. Random programming has a way of making that happen. But they will never stop. Even when you think you've been given a reprieve, do not think you can sleep too soundly. There will always be more to come."

As if to emphasize his point, the flogger at the heroine's breasts whirs to life and strikes her again.

"Do try to get some sleep. I'd hate for you to break too easily for the good Doctor in the morning."

And with that he leaves her to the random attacks of the floggers.

NSFW - Good Night Shieldmaiden

 

[pertumelia]

The Shieldmaiden almost did not sleep that night. She was in a constant half-sleep instead, between reality and dream. Everything was mixed. The blows on her sensitive body parts, on her buttocks, the soles of her feet, her breasts. Her pussy was overflowing, it excited her, her nipples ached with excitement. She didn't come that night, somehow this terrible device was programmed to keep her constantly below the level of orgasm. The pain accumulated, in the end there was a cloud of pain around her.

She thought she could have fought her way out if need, but she tried not to tense her muscles too much, to conserve her strength. Around her was a cell that seemed inescapable, even if she had been able to break her bonds, she would have had no further target for her strength. She would have wasted her pwoers senselessly in an environment that she could not see, but which she imagined to be made of strong concrete walls, solid bars of special steel, and panes of bulletproof glass. Which perhaps even corresponded to reality. No, she had to try to take it easy and save her strength. She had in mind that tomorrow she would meet the doctor again, and inwardly prepared herself to resist her. She was highly motivated, she had already defeated the doctor once. Did she? At least she held her in her strong hands and able to break her. But spared her. That gave her strength, and she tried to concentrate on that.

Sometimes all the floggers were silent, which rather startled her out of her steady half-sleep. She had first tried to keep her head horizontal, then she had tried to lean it down on her arms, everything was uncomfortable and after some time painful. Yet it was many hours that she spent in this position.

Since she was sure that someone was monitoring the audio signals, after an hour or a little more she couldn't help but scream it out. "You bastards!" Whether it could be understood was doubtful; the powerful latch put to her mouth only hinted at it. Later, a moan could be heard from her from time to time, when the pleasure rose to almost the limit, and she hoped for release in a boundless orgasm. Or when the pain overtook her. Her sensitive skin areas were certainly already red and bloody welts began to form, with her blood oozing from them like strings of pearls. At least she couldn't bite her own lips through the gag.

Then there were those dreams. Dreams in which she was actually at the mercy of her enemies from Germany at the time, who stood around her with a cruel laugh. Natasha the former KGB agent, her arch-enemy, smiled at her and whispered in her ear... this time you won't get away like this, little whore you are. Her instructor showed up, who had raped her, sort of endgame of an interrogation training. Every time she came halfway back to herself, she tried to push away the fearful images. She felt strong, even though she was in this horrible situation of constant torture and sleep deprivation. But it wasn't borderline at all, she hadn't really been able to rest for over 36 hours now, but as she told herself, that wasn't a problem.

The problem for her was rather to be eroticized the whole night on the highest level, and to have no chance to come to orgasm somehow. The doggy-style position in which she was led to the idea of being penetrated from behind in both holes and from the front in her mouth. The idea was horny, but frustrating, because her mouth was closed by the gag, and her pussy and third hole were not served by the floggers. She began to tremble. Finally, she lowered her head, and her whole body began to go limp as the torture machine continued to work on her. But her mind was awake, under the blindfold she closed her eyes, floating in this space of pleasure, pain and ever-changing excitement. Finally, just before morning came up, she dozed off, despite everything, perhaps simply from exhaustion, for half an hour or a little more she fell into deep, dreamless sleep.

 

[experimenter73]

In the morning, he is rested and enjoying a cup of coffee when he turns on the screen to watch his team go in to rouse the Shieldmaiden. On the surface, it looks like overkill for a dozen men to approach the bound heroine to remove her from the restraining device and ready her for the day to come. He, and they, know the girl's true strength, however.

The soldiers are not at all gentle with her in their work. He had not expected them to be. These are, after all, the same men who were humiliated and defeated by the Shieldmaiden when she had first interfered in his work. They are strong and well-trained, each enhanced beyond normal human limits, but he knows that none of them would be a match for her.

They go about the task with ruthless and brutal efficiency. Four men hold each limb as they are released, one at a time. The others take time striking her body with electrically-charged stun batons while the four responsible see to setting the heavy gravity shackles in place on her wrists and then her ankles. They mock her as they strike, and he watches the way the men aim their attacks at the heroine's most vulnerable flesh.

Their obvious enjoyment of the process makes it take longer than it needed to. In the end, the result is the same. The brave girl's hands are locked together behind her back in the heavy metal shackles. Another pair are on her ankles, connected by a short chain. A thick metal belt is wrapped around the heroine's waist, with four chains leading out from it to the hands of soldiers.

With the blindfold and gag still in place, the soldiers march their bound captive out into the hall, using those four chains to direct her movements.

He smiles. The doctor will be waiting for her in another room, ready for the day's experimentation and torment to begin.

 

[pertumelia]

After the night it was not easy for the Shieldmaiden to come to, the treatment in the morning was a surprise for her and hit her unprepared.

Still "blind" and the gag between her teeth like a bridle she was not able to resist. The electric shocks, but also the simply painful blows with the massive batons on all her body parts were too much. Her mind began to gyrate while she felt strong hands grasping her limbs. She was wet between her thighs, and the places that the whipping machines had tortured were streaked red and with bloody welts. She gave a humiliated image, and she knew about. The sayings she had to hear were not exactly squeamish. Blows to the breasts, electric discharges from a baton that was pushed between her legs and into her still sore pussy.

"Now we'll show you, dirty whore". Apparently the men had been given carte blanche. She felt the electric shocks from her breasts to the soles of her feet. "A horny bitch is that, maybe we will be allowed to bang her here later". "Nice tits and ass". "First the doctor will take her and we maybe allowed to watch". "They will hopefully silence your insolent snout forever".

She felt her hands being forced together behind her back. Briefly she tensed her strength, only to unleash a hail of blows, and then her arms were twisted and locked together. She didn't know yet what was in store for her when the iron ring closed around her waist, she heard the chains ringing, she tried to move her legs and noticed that they were locked tightly together with a very short chain.

She was put on her bare feet, held by the chains. She tried to get free, flinging her body around despite the shortcutted limbs, her vision obscured. Trying to hit anything. The soldiers jumped back and held her by the four chains. Then she was, accompanied by the twelve men, who carefully kept their distance, but mercilessly dragged her on by the chains. Still shaking, unruly, she was nevertheless pulled step by step in a certain direction. No chance to adjust to what was in store for her. She could only make small steps, the chain was much too short, and her arms were held in a painful position behind her back. At least the blows with the sticks had stopped.

Finally the men stopped, and she could do nothing but stop as well, she listened into the dark, she guessed that she was standing in the middle of a large room. She again was aware that she was naked, she also felt her pussy being wet and she herself smeared with juices. No privacy, under the merciless taunting of the men around and who ever may be allowed to see her humiliation.

Something would happen now, the men had stopped talking, strictly holding her by the chains. Silence around her. She could only wait. Which was perhaps even more torturous than actual strict interrogation. Which would come, in any case. The encounter with Dr. Robbins, however, was almost a kind of redemption for her she had almost taken a kind of morbid affection for the woman. What was fatal, she knew exactly that the doctor would mercilessly exploit any weakness she should show. And yet, it began to get hot at the thought of the smart sexy woman who had introduced herself to her as "your interrogator."