Our Honeymoon – An Unexpected Start

I stood there in the church yesterday, in my white dress that felt far too big and yet perfect on my slender body. Only 146 cm tall and 41 kilos, light as a feather – you always say that's what makes me your dream woman. My small A-cup breasts barely pressed against the fabric, and I felt so small next to you, Morten. You're 188 cm, 83 kilos of pure strength and well-trained from your secret work in the intelligence service. You smiled down at me with warm eyes, and I knew I was safe. In my strict home, I had learned that you wait with everything intimate until the wedding ring is there. And now it was.
The party was wild – we danced and laughed until the early morning, champagne and music, but there wasn't a single moment alone for... you know... the real wedding night. We hurried straight from the party to Copenhagen Airport, tired but so happy. I fell asleep against your shoulder on the plane, my small hand in your big one. I dreamed of the white beaches in the Maldives, where we would finally be alone. I was still a virgin, pure and nervous, but excited about you.
The trip went fine. We landed in Dubai for the layover, and I held your hand tightly as we walked through the large, busy terminal. I felt so small among all the strangers, but with you it felt safe.
Suddenly, two police officers in uniform stopped us. They looked serious. "Mr. Morten Jensen? Mrs. Anna Jensen? Come with us, please." They spoke English with a hard accent, and I felt my heart jump all the way up into my throat. They led us away from the other travelers, into a small, cold room with a table and chairs and no windows. The door closed with a click, and I clung to your arm, so scared. I'm only 19, and all of this is new to me. Why us? Have they discovered something about your work? Or is it just because I look so young next to you?
They pulled us apart so quickly. I only managed to squeeze your hand one last time before a stern female officer grabbed my arm and led me away through a long, cold hallway. “No… Morten!” I whispered, but she didn't answer. My legs were shaking under me – I'm only 146 cm and 41 kilos, so small and light that it felt like I could blow away. My small A-cup breasts quivered under the thin blouse, and I folded my arms around myself as if that could protect me.
They locked me in a small, gray cell with just a metal bench and a high window with bars. The door slammed shut with a heavy bang, and I was alone. I sat down, pulled my knees up to my chest and started quietly praying a rosary, like Mom taught me. “Hail Mary, be with us…” My cheeks were wet with tears. Why were they doing this? We're just newlyweds on our way to the Maldives. I thought about our wedding night that was still waiting – I was still a virgin, pure and nervous, and I had been looking forward so much to being alone with you on the white beaches. Now I was sitting here instead, so scared.
I could hear distant voices from the hallway. Was that you? I imagined how you were sitting somewhere else, big and strong as always. You're my protector, my secret agent husband, but I don't know everything about your work. I just knew that you always fix things. “Morten… be strong,” I whispered into my hands. Time passed so slowly. I thought about your warm hand in mine, about how you called me your dream woman. I was so tired after the party and the flight, but sleep wouldn't come. Only the fear.
Suddenly I heard sounds further away – as if someone was being pushed or shouting. Was that you? My heart almost stopped. I pressed my ear against the door, but I couldn't hear the words. I prayed again, even faster: “Protect us, Lord… let us continue on our journey.”
I sat curled up on the cold metal bench, my small knees pulled all the way up to my chest. My slender body of only 146 cm and 41 kilos felt even smaller in the large, gray room. My small A-cup breasts pressed against my arms, as if I could hide away. I thought constantly about you, Morten – my big, strong husband on 188 cm who always protects me. We should have been on our way to the Maldives now, to the white beaches and our wedding night… where I could finally give myself to you, pure and innocent as I am. But instead I sat here alone.
Suddenly I heard voices from the hallway. Hard, angry voices in English. I couldn't hear everything, but I caught words like “talk” and “weak spot.” Then it was quiet for a moment. My heart was pounding so hard that I was sure they could hear it. I pressed my ear against the cold door and listened. There were footsteps – heavy footsteps coming closer. Two men were talking quietly, and one of them laughed shortly and coldly. “The girl… she’s the key.”
I quickly pulled away from the door and folded my hands in prayer. “Holy Virgin Mary, help us… I know nothing, I’m just your little bride.” The tears ran down my cheeks again. I didn’t know what they meant by “weak spot,” but I felt it in my stomach – it was about me. About us. I’m only 19 and have never been out of Denmark before. I don’t know your secrets from work, Morten. I just know that you are my hero.
The door rattled a bit, as if someone was standing right outside. I squeezed my eyes shut and whispered your name: “Morten… come and get me soon. I’m so scared, but I’m waiting for you.” The air in the cell felt heavier now. Was it them coming? What would they do?
The door to my cell flew open with a bang. The two big men – they didn’t look like regular police officers – stormed in. One grabbed me brutally by the arm and pulled me up from the bench. I screamed loudly, but it didn’t help. “Like the other one from Sweden,” one of them said in English and laughed. “She’s beautiful… this will be fun.” I struggled and cried, but I’m only 41 kilos and so small – 146 cm – that they just lifted me like a doll. My legs dangled in the air, and my thin summer dress rode up. I tried to hold it down with my small hands, but they were too strong.
They dragged me through the hallway and into a large, very bright room. The fluorescent lights blinded me. At first I thought it was a hospital, but then I saw it: it was an operating room. In the middle of the room stood a gynecological chair with stirrups and straps. They threw me down on the cold metal and tied my wrists and ankles fast with thick straps. I couldn’t move. My legs were spread and locked in the stirrups, and the dress was pulled all the way up. I felt so naked and vulnerable… so shy that I cried loudly. “No… please… I’m a virgin… I’m married to Morten… leave me alone!” I whispered again and again while praying to the Virgin Mary.
A moment later I heard wheels rattling. They wheeled in a wheelchair. It was you, Morten! Bound with lots of duct tape all over your body so you couldn’t move. They placed the chair high up so you had a full view over me on the table. I looked straight into your eyes – mine were full of tears. I was so scared and so ashamed. My little petite body lay there, completely exposed in the harsh light, and I couldn’t cover myself. “Morten… help me…” I whispered weakly. I knew you saw everything. I knew you were my protector, but now we were both trapped.
The room was completely quiet for a moment, only my crying and my rapid breathing. The two men stood there smiling. I closed my eyes and prayed again… but I didn’t know what would happen next.
The big man they called Sam stood right over me and laughed loudly. His voice echoed in the harsh light of the operating room. “So, big strong Viking? Do you have something you want to tell us, or should we continue motivating you?” He looked at me and smiled evilly. “Hearing your bride talk about virgins… should we maybe change that a bit?”
I heard you shout loudly, Morten – your voice was so strong even though you were bound in the high wheelchair. “If you touch Anna, you’re as good as dead! Anna, you must understand… I can’t tell them anything. Be strong in your faith, it will be okay.” Your words gave me a little hope in the middle of all the crying, but I was so scared. I whispered back with a trembling voice: “I… I’m trying, Morten… I pray all the time… but I’m so small and scared.”
Sam laughed even louder. “Yes, Anna… be strong in your faith.” Then he took out a large pair of scissors. I felt the cold metal against my skin, right at my neck. He slowly cut my dress open – snip… snip… snip – all the way down over my stomach. I could feel his big hand pressing against my small breast while he cut. It felt so wrong and embarrassing. I was so ashamed that I closed my eyes and prayed: “Holy Mary, help me… I’m still a virgin… I’m your little bride…”
Suddenly I heard a brutal rip. Sam tore the entire ruined dress away in one movement. Now I lay there completely naked on the gynecological chair – my legs spread and locked in the stirrups, my small A-cup breasts exposed to everyone’s eyes, my petite body of only 41 kilos completely exposed in the blinding light. I cried loudly and writhed, but the straps held me in place. “No… no… cover me… I’m so ashamed…” I whispered with burning red cheeks. I didn’t dare look at you, Morten, but I knew you saw everything. I felt so small and helpless.
Sam stood there still laughing. “See, Morten… I’m touching Anna, and I’m still alive.”
You looked at me with loving eyes, Morten. I saw it clearly, even through my tears. You had never seen me naked before – never imagined it would happen like this, on this cold gynecological chair, with my legs spread and locked. I felt your gaze glide over my small, exposed body… my small A-cup breasts that rose and fell quickly with fear. I saw you struggling with yourself – your face tightened, and you closed your eyes for a second, as if thinking “NO”. Then you whispered to me: “Anna… be strong. Think of national security.”
I nodded weakly through the tears. “I… I’m trying, Morten… I pray all the time,” I whispered back. My voice was so small and trembling. I knew you would protect me, even now while you were bound in the high wheelchair.
Sam laughed loudly again. “Yeah yeah… let’s start motivating you a bit to talk.” He took out two small metal things – alligator clips, he called them. First he rubbed my small nipples between his thumb and index finger. I screamed from shame and writhed, but the straps held me fast. “No… don’t touch me… I’m a virgin… it’s wrong!” I cried. My nipples became hard against my will from the cold and the touch, and then he clicked the cold metal clips onto each of them. It already hurt – like small teeth biting into me.
“Shall we start low? 50 volts maybe?” he grinned and turned a dial. I saw the red button. My heart pounded wildly. “Morten… help me…” I whispered.
Then he pressed the button.
For four long seconds the current flowed through me. It was like fire in my small breasts – a sharp, burning pain that made my entire petite body jerk and shake. I screamed loudly, my back arched up from the table, and tears ran freely. “Oh God… no… it hurts so much!” I prayed out loud now: “Holy Mary… be with me… I’m so scared…” My small breasts throbbed, and I felt so naked and humiliated in front of you and the two men.
When it stopped, I lay gasping for breath, crying and shaking. I looked at you with big, scared eyes. “Morten… I’m strong… I’m holding on… but I’m so shy and scared.”
You threatened them loudly and clearly, Morten. Your voice was so strong even though you sat bound in the high wheelchair. You said you would take care of them and dance on their graves with great joy. You promised them all kinds of misfortune, and I knew you meant it. I looked up at you with tears in my eyes – you were my big, strong protector, even now. It gave me a little light in the darkness.
Sam just shook his head and smiled evilly. “Do you have something to tell us, or should I just continue having fun with Anna?”
You answered dryly and calmly: “I’m saying nothing, you big oaf.”
Sam laughed again. “Good then… 75 or what do you think, my strong Viking?” He turned the dial. I saw the number rise to 75. My heart almost stopped. “No… Morten… I’m so scared…” I whispered weakly.
Then he pressed the red button.
Five long seconds. It was worse than before – much worse. The current shot through my small nipples like burning fire. My petite breasts jerked wildly, and my entire small 41-kilo body shook uncontrollably against the table. I screamed loudly and long, echoing in the bright operating room. The pain was so sharp it felt like my nipples would burn off. I writhed in the straps, but I couldn’t move an inch. My legs were still spread in the stirrups, and I felt so naked and humiliated.
When it stopped, I lay gasping for breath. Tears ran down my cheeks, and I could feel how my small breasts throbbed and were red. I looked at you with big, scared eyes. “Morten… I… I’m holding on… be strong… I pray all the time to the Virgin Mary… but it hurts so much…” My voice was only a whisper. I was so ashamed of lying here exposed in front of them all while they did this to me.
Sam looked maliciously at you. “Got something to say?” You answered again with your strong voice: “Yes, I will still piss on your grave before the week is out, you filthy pig.” Sam looked even more evil, but then his partner Jim stepped forward. “Remember the Swede – we used three wires there. It worked pretty well.”
Sam grinned broadly. “I had completely forgotten.” He took a third wire and sat down on a chair right between my spread legs. I could feel his warm breath against my exposed skin down there. “It’s so small that I can’t attach alligator clips to it,” he said and laughed. Jim also grinned: “The little holy virgin probably hasn’t played with it enough. Try to help her.”
I screamed loudly from shame. “No… don’t touch me there… I’m a virgin… it’s sinful!” But Sam’s fingers were already down there – where they absolutely didn’t belong. He rubbed and caressed gently, and a strange, warm sensation spread in my lower belly. It felt wrong and foreign. My small body shook, and I writhed in the straps while the tears ran. “Morten… help me… I’m so ashamed…” I whispered crying.
Sam stood up and grinned. “Now she’s waking up, damn it. It woke up pretty quickly, didn’t it, Viking Morten?”
I lay there gasping, red in the whole face from humiliation. Then Sam took the box again. I saw him turn the dial. Jim shouted: “NO no – turn it down first! 75 will ruin everything before we’ve had fun.” Sam laughed: “Oops, you’re right.” He turned it all the way down to 10.
Then he pressed the button.
It felt like eternity. A low, tingling, burning current shot through the most intimate place on my body. It wasn’t as violent as before, but it was worse in another way – it made the strange sensation grow while it also hurt. I screamed and shook, my small legs jerking in the stirrups, and I prayed loudly: “Holy Mary… forgive me… I’m your little girl… make it stop!” Tears ran freely, and I looked at you with big, desperate eyes. “Morten… I’m holding on… be strong… but I’m so scared and ashamed…”
Sam looked directly at you, Morten. “Something to say?” You answered quickly: “I will.” Sam turned it up to 400 and held his finger on the red button right in front of you. I saw it all – my heart almost stopped. But you said calmly: “NO, I’m saying nothing.”
Jim looked down at me and gently caressed my inner thigh. “I think she was just about to have an orgasm, Sam. Try again with 12 volts and a little longer time. Let me see what happens then.”
Sam grinned and turned it down to 12. Then he held the button down. It felt like eternity. The low current shot through my most intimate place again and again – a tingling, burning, warm feeling that grew and grew. I screamed and shook on the table, my small legs jerking in the stirrups, and I couldn’t keep still. “No… stop… I’m a virgin… it’s sinful!” I cried loudly.
Sam kept holding the button down while Jim continued to caress my inner thighs. His hands wandered higher – to my buttocks. He caressed them gently, and suddenly I felt a finger caress my asshole. It was so wrong and foreign. Everything felt strange. Feelings I had never known before sprang uncontrollably through my body and brain – a warm, tingling wave that mixed with the pain from the current. I didn’t know what it was, but it made me so scared and ashamed. My small body reacted even though I didn’t want it to. I writhed and cried: “Morten… help me… I can’t… I pray all the time… I’m so small and innocent…”
I looked at you through the tears, Morten. You saw everything. I was so ashamed of lying here exposed and vulnerable while they did this to me.
Jim grinned maliciously. “She’s right on the edge. I have a fantastic idea.” He found a small metal rod – only 1 cm thick – and attached the fourth and final wire to it. Then he took black tape out of his pocket and wrapped it around the first 10 cm of the rod and the wire in several layers. I lay there shaking while he caressed my stomach, the underside of my small breasts, around the two clips on my nipples, up my neck and around my mouth. Finally he went back to my inner thighs.
“Like this, Sam,” he said. “Now I’m ready to surprise our own little Virgin Mary here. 15 volts – keep it on until I say stop.”
Sam turned the current on again. The low, tingling warmth began to run through me while Jim continued to caress me everywhere. The unknown feeling spread again throughout my body – warm, tingling, strange. I shook and cried loudly: “No… stop… I’m pure… it’s sinful… Holy Mary, help me!”
Suddenly I felt something hard and cold push deep into my ass. It was the metal rod. Jim pushed it in while the current was still running. A violent, uncontrollable wave washed through me – a squirting, shaking feeling I had never felt before. My small body jerked wildly, my legs shook in the stirrups, and something warm squirted out of me down there. I screamed loudly from shame and shock: “Oh no… what’s happening to me… I can’t hold it… Morten… help me!” I didn’t know what it was called – I only learned the word “orgasm” much later. It felt like my entire innocent body betrayed me, even though I hated it and was so ashamed.
After about 30 seconds Jim said calmly: “Just turn it off again.”
The current stopped. I lay there gasping, crying and shaking all over my petite body. My cheeks burned with shame, and I hardly dared look at you, Morten. I felt so dirty and sinful – as if I had lost something holy that I should never have lost.
You didn’t say a word, Morten. You just sat there in the wheelchair and looked maliciously at Jim and Sam. Your eyes were so dark and angry that even I got a little scared. Jim laughed and said: “I think we’re getting to him now.”
Jim looked down at me again. His hand caressed my cheek lovingly, as if he were a friend. “Now I’m just going to fuck her right here,” he said to Sam. “I don’t care what the instructions say. I want my cock deep inside her right now.” He smiled down at me and caressed my cheek again. “What do you say, Anna?”
I screamed loudly in terror and shame. “No… no… I don’t want to! I’m a virgin… I’m married to Morten… it’s sinful… don’t touch me!” My tears ran freely down my cheeks where his fingers were still caressing. My small body was still sore and sensitive after what had happened before – that strange squirting feeling that had washed through me. I writhed in the straps on the gynecological chair, but I couldn’t move. My legs were still spread, and I felt so naked and dirty in front of all of you.
“Morten… help me… I’m so scared…” I whispered crying and looked at you with big, desperate eyes. I knew you saw everything. I was so ashamed that they talked about me like that – as if I was something other than your little innocent bride. I prayed quietly: “Holy Mary… protect me… I don’t want this…”
Jim stood up and started undressing. I closed my eyes tightly, but Sam gave me a hard slap. “Now keep a good eye on the man who’s taking your virginity.” I didn’t dare do anything but open my eyes again. Jim was almost naked. He pushed his boxer shorts down, and I saw my first cock – big and thick like a banana. I was so ashamed that I cried loudly.
He came right up to my head and laid his dick on my lips. “Kiss it thoroughly. You’ll be glad for it in a bit.” I didn’t dare do anything but kiss it with closed lips. Suddenly Jim squeezed my cheeks and forced my mouth open. Now it was inside my mouth. I cried and cried while he pushed it in and out for several minutes. “Cock sucker,” he said and laughed. I felt so dirty and sinful – I, your little virgin who had never done anything like that.
Suddenly he pulled it out. He positioned himself between my legs, removed the wires, and I felt something hard pressing against me down there. I screamed: “No… Morten… help me… I don’t want to!”
Then the lights suddenly went out.
I heard two sharp shots – exactly like when I’ve seen you at the shooting range. My heart almost stopped. Shortly after, the lights came back on. Sam and Jim lay on the floor in pools of blood. Around us stood several soldiers in dark hoods over their heads. On their shoulders I saw the Danish flag – Dannebrog – with a small dolphin woven across it. They looked like real heroes.
“Thanks guys,” I heard you say, Morten. “That was just in the nick of time.”
One of the soldiers quickly loosened my straps. I sat up, pulled my knees up to my chest and cried with relief. “Morten… you saved me… I was so scared… I’m still your little innocent Anna…” I looked at you with tears in my eyes and reached my arms out toward you. My cheeks burned with shame over everything they had done to me, but now I finally felt safe again.