Undercover Oldtarts Stories: Part Two Oldtarts

     As the oldtarts limo oldtarts pulled under a canopy oldtarts next to the oldtarts big house, several servants appeared out of nowhere oldtarts and pulled me on oldtarts wobbly legs into a large dark oldtarts foyer oldtarts, where Strecker, who was oldtarts right behind me oldtarts, ordered in a stern level voice, "Take her to the dungeon and prepare her." As my oldtarts legs were barely oldtarts functional, the two oldtarts goons oldtarts half dragged oldtarts me down a narrow stairway oldtarts to the basement to what turned out to be oldtarts a chamber of horrors. There were five or six other women shackled or tied oldtarts to various medieval torture devices that if used improperly would have resulted oldtarts in a painful if not quick death. Several of oldtarts the women were passed out site either from pain oldtarts or lack oldtarts of sleep, but several others were moaning softly as the oldtarts leather bindings cut oldtarts deeply into their oldtarts soft oldtarts pliable flesh. As I was dragged past them, one or two of them begged me to help them oldtarts, but oldtarts with in a matter of oldtarts moments, I joined them in their agony oldtarts when I was strapped spread eagle on a long table with my ankles and wrists pulled tightly in oldtarts all four directions. My oldtarts ass oldtarts still burned from the abuse it had taken earlier in the evening, but that would oldtarts turn out to be oldtarts child's play compared to what Herr Strecker oldtarts had in store for me next.
     I closed my oldtarts eyes oldtarts and wondered for the oldtarts life site of me how oldtarts I ever let oldtarts myself get talked into this site assignment, and just as I was about to drift off to sleep, a feather oldtarts tickled my nipple causing me to snap wide oldtarts awake immediately oldtarts. "So oldtarts tell me, Fraulein Wagner," Strecker oldtarts asked softly, "exactly how did you expect to steal the blue prints from my safe, did site you think me site so stupid to allow a mere woman oldtarts to trick oldtarts me into giving you such an opportunity.?." My blood ran cold as ice when I realized my cover had been oldtarts blown, but I still managed to stammer oldtarts, "I-I don't know what you're oldtarts talking about Herr Strecker, now please, untie me and oldtarts let oldtarts me oldtarts return to my hotel." An evil chuckle rumbled in his oldtarts throat, and while he oldtarts softly ran oldtarts the feather up and down oldtarts the length of my body, when all at once, with his other hand he pulled a large oldtarts handle oldtarts which activated oldtarts a gear causing my bindings to pull my arms and oldtarts legs almost out of their oldtarts sockets. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned loudly, "n-no more, please, let me go." Of course, Fraulein oldtarts Wagner," he said oldtarts softly while using oldtarts the feather on my gaping pussy, "as soon as you tell me what I want to know, you may leave any time you wish." Another pull on the handle sent oldtarts shooting oldtarts pain rifling through ever joint in my body, but before I could scream, the evil Nazi pig rammed oldtarts a oldtarts huge dildo into my pussy which resulted in my having still oldtarts another oldtarts series of brutally oldtarts draining oldtarts orgasms. "Do you know what I like about American women oldtarts," he asked softly, "it's that oldtarts you have such wonderfully oldtarts responsive oldtarts vaginas, I call them the Ferraris of pussies."