﻿Mexican Rebel Sex Slaves 

By Powerone


Christy and her lovely, 18 year old, virginal daughter Angela are on a jeep ride into the Mexican jungle. They don't know they will fall prey to evil, sex-driven rebels who will stop at nothing to turn the women into whores that will serve their every demand.
Then, after being lost in the junglefor over three hours the women's delight at being found by the rebels turns to pure horror as they are abused, tortured and punished until they comply- not just with the General and his Sergeant, but all the others in the team.
A truly great read with a fantastic plot and jam-packed with some very hard BDSM and sex action.



Chapter One -The Capture.

They were driving through Chiapas in southern Mexico, the open air jeep kicking up a cloud of dust as Christy drove too fast for the road. They were lost. After driving for about three hours, Christy made a wrong turn and now it looked like they were going farther and farther into a dense jungle. Each time Christy made a turn, thinking they would be heading back, they always seemed to go deeper into the lush forest. It had started out as a chance for her and Angela, her eighteen year old daughter to spend some time together. Since they arrived in Mexico two days ago, they were on a non-stop ride of tours, so many places that they lost count. They finally had enough, renting the jeep for the day, filling a picnic basket with a wide assortment of food and two bottles of wine.

 The concierge at the hotel had told them of a secluded waterfall, reserving the jeep, giving them a map and even arranging for the food. They left early, hoping to get to the waterfall, a three-hour ride from the hotel, by ten.

 “They are gone,” the concierge spoke into the telephone. “I took their luggage from the room and did a quick checkout and slipped a duplicate key into the checkout box. No one will even miss them. You should see them around ten. They are driving a black jeep, top down, two beautiful gringa, mother and daughter. The mother must be in her late thirties, but a very beautiful body. The daughter just graduated high school, so she must be eighteen. Nice, young, tight body. I’m glad the General will be pleased. I know how much he hates the American gringos. Yes, the Zapatista rebels will rid our land of them soon enough. Is the General going to interrogate them? I wish I could be there to see it. I could be there this weekend; will he keep them that long? It will probably take at least two weeks for anyone to find out when and where they went missing. No, the Chiapas state officials won’t do anything. They are too scared of us. Yes, see you Saturday. Bye.” The concierge went to work, but his mind kept drifting to the gringas and they fun he would have with them this weekend.

 “Shit,” Christy swearing as they saw nothing familiar. They should have been there by now.

 “Are we lost, Mom?” Angela began to get a little nervous. They hadn’t seen any other houses or people for over an hour, the road getting skinnier, dustier and looking less traveled.

 Christy looked over at her daughter, seeing the worried look on her face. “It’ll be all right, I think it is just around the next bend,” she lied. Shit, shit, shit. Why did she listen to the stupid kid at the hotel and rent this jeep and drive out into the middle of nowhere?

 Christy slammed on the brakes, the tires grabbing tightly, skidding in the sand, almost running off the road. “What the fuck…?”

 Four black-clad Zapatista rebels were spread across the road ahead, a truck turned sideways, blocking passage. Each of the rebels wore a black bandana around his face, their rifle or machine gun loosely hanging at the ready. It was almost as if they had been waiting for them.

 “I thought they would never get here,” one rebel spoke. “Damn gringas must have gotten lost. We are lucky they finally got back on the right road.”

 “Who are they, Mom?” Angela was scared, they looked like bandits.

 “Don’t worry, honey, they are Zapatista rebels. They don’t care about us. They must be looking for spies. I read about them in the paper. Spies are always trying to infiltrate them so they can raid the rebel communities. They’ll just let us go. Let me do the talking,” letting the jeep slowly inch up to the blockade. At least they could get directions, relief coming over her, not worrying about the rebels. Things like that don’t happen to Americans.

 “Do you speak English?” Christy spoke slowly, hoping they did, her Spanish was limited to gracias.

 “Sí, Señora, we speak very good English. Do you think we are ignorant farmers?”

 She felt a little scared now. The mask and now his harsh tone sending a shiver up her spine. Be nice. Use your charm on him.

 “Of course not, I didn’t mean to insult you. My daughter and I are lost. We are looking for the El Caer waterfalls. We been driving for hours now and seem to have gotten turned around somehow.”

 “Americanos ignorantes. El conseguir perdido hacia fuera aquí,” he said to the others. “El Caer waterfall is over one hundred miles from here, Señora. What are you doing out here?” He became more adamant now.

 “We were giving directions to here.” She reached down between the seats to get the map.”

 “Keep your hands where they are!” The rebels raising their weapons at them, Angela screaming as a gun was pointed at her for the first time, almost peeing in her pants.

 “Put your guns down!” Christy cried out, raising her hands. “We’re Americans.”

 “Crazy bitch,” he said, moving next to the jeep, looking at both of them with their hands raised. Carlos was right, both had great bodies, the General would be pleased. “Keep your hands up,” reaching over her, letting his hand brush her breasts, as he moved toward the console in the middle. He found the crude hand-drawn map that Carlos had given them. A map drawn precisely to their rebel village. “Is this it?” He drew the map out, his arm rubbing against her breast again, this time harder. She kept her hands raised up.

 “Yes, that’s it,” growing more uncomfortable as he accidentally brushed against her breast, but the second time she knew was on purpose, his arms pushing against her breast far too long to be an accident.

 “This is a map to our village of Nuevo Jerusalem. It is a rebel stronghold, not on any map. Are you a spy for the Mexican soldiers, Señora?” He raised his rifle again, pointing it at her.

 “No, No! The concierge at the hotel drew the map. He said it was to El Caer waterfall. We don’t know anything about the rebels. Please, let us go. We are Americans.”

 “You are going to have to explain to the General, Señora. We have had many gringa tourists that are spies. They are always helping the Mexican soldiers research plans to attack our rebel communities. He will probably let you go, but I would be shot if I didn’t bring you to him. You wouldn’t want that to happen to me, would you, Señora?” He didn’t want any trouble until he could get them bound. Then he could do what he pleased.

 “Where is the General?” A General would be more civilized, he would understand that this was just an accident. She hoped that he was close, so they could quickly get out of here and immediately head back to the hotel.

 “Not far, Señora. I can’t tell you exactly, just in case you are a spy. Now get out of the jeep. And your daughter, too.” His gun aimed at Christy, another rebel moving to the other side of the jeep, his rifle trained on Angela.

 “Mom, Mom,” Angela wined, “I’m scared. He has a gun pointed at me. What‘s going to happen to us?”

 “It will be okay, honey, just do what they say. We’ll be back at the hotel soon. Don’t hurt my daughter. She’s just a little girl,” she begged.

 The rebel looked at Angela as she got out of the jeep. He loved blonde Americans. She was wearing a pair of shorts, hip huggers that left her navel naked, a diamond stud in the center of it. The shorts clung to her body, especially to her ass, molding to the cute cheeks. Her tee shirt barely covered her midriff; he could make out her bra underneath, positive it encased a lovely, pert set of tits. Her tanned legs perching high on a pair of platform sandals that added at least three inches to her height and made the muscles of her legs tighten nicely. “She doesn’t look like a little girl to me, Señora.”

 “What is your name Señora?”

 “Christy,” she said stepping out of the jeep.

 “And, the little one?” .

 “Angela. Just please, leave her alone. She’s only a child.”

 “She looks like a woman to me, Christy. A very beautiful woman, such as yourself.” looking at Christy. She was wearing a top that buttoned down the front, tucked neatly into a pair of jeans that clung to her ass. How do women get into such tight jeans? She didn’t look old enough to have an eighteen-year-old daughter.

 “Mom, I’m scared,” Angela cried to her mother, the rebel sticking his rifle in her back, forcing her to walk over to the large truck blocking the road.

 “You too, Christy. Move over to the truck.”

 “Face the vehicle and lean against it, both of you. Put your hands on the sides and spread your legs. Like you Americans do on the cop shows,” teasing, the other rebels laughing.

 “No, we won’t do it.” Christy had to end this. She couldn’t let them search them. She already saw what one had tried to do to her and now he would have more of a chance, especially with Angela. She had to call their bluff; they wouldn’t dare hurt American tourists.

 The rebel next to her moved over to Angela, pulling his pistol from his pocket and placing it square in the center of Angela’s forehead. “Either do as I say or I will pull the trigger and blow your little girl’s brains out.” He pulled the hammer back, the loud click frightening Angela, her body trembling in fear.

 “Mom, help me. Help me.” Angela fought the urge to pee in her pants. She had never been as scared as she was now, a loaded pistol pointed at her head, the hammer cocked, ready to kill her.

 Christy hurriedly put her hands against the truck, arms up high like she had seen on television. “I’m doing what you want, leave her alone.” She was panicking, the situation getting worse and worse.

 ‘You too, Angela, up against the truck like a good little gringa,” letting the hammer go back down, putting the weapon back in the holster. They would be good from now on.

 Standing behind Christy, he looked down at her jeans, her ass tightly packed in them. “Legs back a little now, Christy. Yes, that’s good; now stick your ass out as they do on American television. I’m going to have to pat you down. I have to make sure your not carrying a gun.” He looked over at one of his men making Angela assume the same position, Angela obeying much quicker, the gun at her head making her very obedient.

 He pressed his body up against Christy, firmly against her ass, using his hard cock to assure she fully understood her position and what she would have to do. He reached around her, sliding his hands down to her stomach before moving up cup her breasts from beneath as she grumbled beneath him, protesting his handling of her body, but still keeping the position, the pistol having the desired effect. He squeezed, hearing her groan, he murmured, “such lovely tits, Christy,” fingers digging into them, squeezing the flesh harshly. He found her nipples with his fingertips, pinching them until she jerked in pain. “You have sensitive nipples, Christy. You can’t even take a little pinch on them.”

 She kept quiet as he felt her up, his cock rubbing up and down her ass, humping her like a stray dog. No, please, no. His hands moving down to grip her between her legs, luckily her heavy jeans protected her sex from his groping hands pushing her back onto his cock, goosing her with his hand each time she humped back on his cock. She felt relief when he pulled away from her, relieved that he was finished. She would tell the General, he would make sure that he was punished for molesting her.

 “Hands behind your back,” pulling her arms back, seeing the surprised look on her face as he clamped her wrists into the shiny, metal cuffs before she could even protest. “Just to keep you still.” He pulled a black cloth sack over her face, making sure that her nose and mouth matched up with the holes in it, before tightening the string around her neck, effectively blinding her. “We don’t want you to see where we are taking you. Now just stand there and be a good girl, we will leave in a few minutes.”

 She tried to pull on the cuffs, the metal binds unyielding. She stood in darkness, hearing muffled sounds of talking, unable to hear what was being said.

 The rebel went over to Angela. “Turn around, Angela. Now I want you to be real quiet and don’t say a word or your mother is going to get hurt. Can you be a good girl and obey?” seeing the fright in her eyes.

 “What are you going to do?” She trembled, but remembered the pistol in his holster.

 “I’m going to have to frisk you for any weapons.” His cock throbbed in his pants at the thought of touching such a beautiful, young, American girl.

 “I don’t have anything, promise,” she begged, but she saw in his eyes he would not take no for an answer.

 “Now you have to be quiet, I don’t want your mother to hear anything. Can you do that, Angela?”

 “Yes, sir,” afraid of what was going to happen.

 “Now keep your hands at your side.” The other rebels moved closer, wanting to catch a glimpse of this pretty girl. His hands slid across her naked stomach, feeling her flinch. “Such silky skin,” he whispered to her, his hands sliding up under her tee shirt, seeing her fists clench at her side, knowing that she was unhappily enduring this. He pulled her tee shirt up, uncovering her bra, her young breasts pushed up high, a generous amount of cleavage showing at the top of her bra. “Hold this up for me,” he whispered to her again, seeing her hesitate then move up and grip the tee shirt, holding it out of the way, her bra uncovered, the four rebels gazing as the cleavage of her tanned globes.

 “What are you doing?” She protested as his hands moved to her bra, gripping her young pert breasts in his grubby hands, squeezing them, her face and chest turning red in embarrassment as the others watched her slowly being fondled. She could smell his stale breath, his eyes staring at hers as he grabbed her bra-encased breasts harshly.

 The rebel was too eager, unwilling to wait long enough to get back to the village. His hands slid under her bra, pulling it up harshly, her tender breasts squeezed tight before the bra slipped free, her breasts now naked for all of the men to see.

His hands gripped her breasts as she struggled to keep the position, helping him by pulling her tee shirt out of the way, giving all of them a good look at her naked breasts. All she could think of was the terror of the pistol pressed against her forehead and the sound of the hammer being pulled back. His fingers were harsh, pinching and squeezing her flesh, finally gripping her nipples too hard, stretching them out before finally leaving them alone again. She looked down, her breasts already red from the abuse.

“Put your tits back in your bra, wouldn’t want your mother to see,” he whispered in her ear. She struggled, trying to stuff her breasts back in without unsnapping her bra, wanting to end the humiliation quickly. “No, please, no,” she cried quietly when she felt his hands fumbling with the front of her shorts, fingers unsnapping the top, the zipper sliding down sounding so loud. She almost stumbled backwards as he gripped the top of her shorts and yanked them down, hearing the material stain and tear as her shorts and panties were yanked down below her crotch, her pussy and ass completely exposed. She put her hands in front of her, her top sliding down to cover her breast again, her hands trying to cover her pussy.

“I said hands at your side, Angela. Now do it,” he ordered her. As she obeyed, his eyes slid downward, her bush a triangle of blonde hair, the cutest pussy he had ever seen, big puffy lips, hiding the treasures between them. He reached out and ran his fingers through her bush until they ran over her pussy lips. He squeezed her lips with two fingers, moving down her slit, finally coming to rest between her legs, his large hand able to engulf her sex, one finger pushing between her lips, snuggling tightly between the flesh. “Nice cunt, Angela. Are you a virgin?” He enjoyed the humiliation on her face, her skin red, her eyes beginning to tear up.

Angela trembled, humiliated as she stood half naked before the men, her shorts and panties hanging between her legs, his thick fingers gripping her sex so tightly. “Yes, please don’t take that from me,” she begged, afraid of being raped now. They had guns and she had no way of stopping them. Even her mother was now bound and her face covered, thankful that she couldn’t witness the degrading experience they were putting her through.

 “Just continue cooperating and everything will be all right.” He pulled his hand from her crotch, sliding it around to her ass. “You must workout gringa; you have a nice tight ass.”

Would this never end? His hand grabbed her naked ass cheeks as if they were melons, clutching her flesh. She jumped when his finger slid along her crack. What was he doing?

“Relax your cheeks,” he ordered her, “or would you rather have my men spread them apart?” He felt her quick surrender, the heat of her body as his finger slid along her crease, damp with sweat as she trembled in fear before him. He found her anus, feeling her jerk when he touched it, a spasm that she could not control. He prodded with his finger, ignoring her whispered protest as his finger pushed against the tiny hole until it sank in up to his knuckle, her muscle trying to force it out. “Such a tight asshole. Ever had a cock up here, Angela?”

“No,” almost forgetting to whisper, protesting the rude intrusion of his finger in her asshole. “Please don’t do that.” She felt the finger moving around inside her, teasing the muscle in her rectum.

“You don’t seem to have much experience with sex for an eighteen-year old. Have you ever sucked a cock, Angela? ”

“Yes,” she said almost proudly, ashamed at her lack of experience, somehow forgetting that they were almost raping her. There had been one boy that she had dated seriously. While she didn’t have sex with him, she did use her hands to masturbate him, and ultimately she did suck his cock, though she did pull it out of her mouth when he came, the thought of cum shooting into her mouth almost making her gag.

He pulled his finger from her asshole, gripped her panties and shorts and pulled them up. He turned her around quickly, snapping a pair of handcuffs on her, another black bag fitted on her head.

“Into the truck now,” someone said loudly for both of them to hear.

The rebels helped them up into the truck, hands touching them all over as they did, not even attempting to mask their real purpose. They were cuffed now, no chance of them putting up much of a fight. Christy cussed them, her voice muffled by the bag over her head, Angela submissively accepting the degradation, the stripping of her and fondling of her body already taking away her dignity.

 "I like the fight in the mother, let's see if we can tease her a little on the way to the village. It will take at least a half an hour," the rebels laughing. "Over here Señora,” pulling her over to the side of the truck. “Face the side,” he ordered her. "Not like that," pushing her down on her back until she started bending at the waist, the rebel too strong for her.

 What were they doing now? Making her bend over, knowing how prominent her ass was sticking out almost as if she was begging to be fucked from behind? Her wrists were pulled up; forcing her to bend lower, her head hanging down, the blood rushing to her brain. Hands were on her waist, holding her tightly, preventing her from moving. Was the same thing happening to Angela? She now feared what these men were capable of doing. It felt like there were ten pairs of hands, all touching her in places that she would never have allowed.

 A sharp spank of her ass by one of the rebels kept her still. Even with jeans on, the slap was painful. He ran his hand over her ass; roaming from cheek to cheek, her hips trying to escape his touch, another crack on her ass stopped her movements. He reached under her, his hands searched out the front of her jeans, the button unsnapped, the zipper pull down slowly, ignoring her gasps of protest as he continued on with his quest. His hand slipped into the front of her jeans to find her silky panties, his large palm flattening out on her abdomen, forcing her to rise up and out, thrusting her ass out for all of them to see. “Yes Señora, such a lovely ass you have. Stick it up for us.” They laughed at her as she was forced into the obscene position, her ass thrust up into the air as if she was offering herself to be fucked from behind like a dog.

 “No, please no,” she cried out, her voice muffled by the sack over her head as she felt the hand in her jeans moving about, making her ass hump up and down as it slipped deeper into her jeans, now almost cupping her sex, the thick fingers almost bursting the seams as they jammed into the tight place. One finger had slipped between her pussy lips, sliding her panties in with the finger, tapping back and forth as the hand clenched and unclenched her sex. Each time he would squeeze with his hand, she would push her ass out in response, moving back and forth in a simulated fucking motion.

 “I think she likes that,” one of the rebels said as her ass moved up and down. “Take her jeans off,” the other urged him. Her upper body was held as two hands grabbed her ankles again, pulling her legs straight back, then up, hands reaching under her to pull her tight-fitting jeans down over her hips.

 She relaxed when the hand was pulled from her crotch, but that was short-lived as she felt them pulling her jeans down harshly, hearing the seams popping, the zipper tearing as they didn’t care about anything except removing them. She felt the material finally slip over her hips and ass, now easily pulled down, hands grabbing at the material to tear them from her legs. An ankle was released, her jean tugged off, then moving to the other. Christy was now naked from the waist down, her panties barely covering much. Her feet were placed back down on the truck bed, feeling the movement as it drove over the dirt road.

 “Spread her legs now,” the rebels quickly grabbed her ankles and pulled them in opposite direction, her crotch opening up to their gaze as her panties did little to cover her pussy from behind. “Tie them open, make it tight.” Hands quickly grabbed the nearby rope and each ankle was quickly secured with the thick, rough hemp, the other end looped through a round ring in the floor of the truck, each rebel pulling on the end of the rope as her legs were dragged painfully to the sides, dragged over the rough bed of the truck, her groans of pain only inciting them to greater violence.

 “Let’s make her ride the rope,” the men eager to see her perform. It was only a short distance now to the village so they had to hurry. A thick, rough rope was tied to a ring in front of her, a bench below her forcing her backwards. With her legs spread wide, it was easy to pull the rope back between her legs, hands making sure that her pussy lips were pulled aside, the rough rope slipping between them. The rope was pulled through her legs, up her ass, her cheeks spread apart by powerful hands as she tried to fight them, her cheeks trying to clench tight, rewarded with two sharp smacks to her ass, painful now, only thin panties cushioning the blows. She surrendered; the rope settled between her cheeks and pulled back behind her, high up to the side of the truck through the metal ring.  She felt the harsh rope between her pussy lips; her panties doing little to stop the rough rope from rubbing her soft inner pussy. She tried to fight them, but they were too many and too strong, sharp slaps to her ass allowing them to spread her cheeks apart, the rope drawn between them, feeling the thick rope rubbing over her anus. The rope tugged in front of her, pulling tightly between her pussy and ass, forcing her to rise up. With her knees spread wide and tied tightly, she had little room to do anything but arch her ass up higher, the rope digging painfully into her crotch. She knew they wouldn’t stop, the rough rope pressed deep into her tender flesh, the ropes tight on her ankles, her body stretched to the maximum breaking point.

 Angela could hear the commotion with her mother, her muffled gasps, only imaging the awful things they were doing to her. One of the rebels moved over to Angela, seeing her cringe when he sat on the bench next to her. He gazed down to her shorts, the zipper still down, the button undone, her panties partially exposed. He pulled her arms up, snagging her cuffs on a hook over her head, snapping the hook closed, her arms now trapped over her head. He looked at her breasts, thrust out, her nipples almost pointed. “Would you like the rope between your legs like your mother, little girl?”

 His breath smelled, the spicy food lingering, feeling his eyes looking at her body with lust. She hoped they would hurry up and arrive in the village; sure the General would let them go.

 “Or would you rather have my hand in your pants, playing with your pussy?” He slipped closer to her, his hand on her thigh.

 Christy couldn’t believe the pain. They began to slap her, starting with her thighs and moving up to her ass, six hands beating her naked flesh. The rope dug into her pussy and ass as she moved about, trying to escape their painful slaps, her pussy slit forced up and down the rope, the harsh rope rubbing painfully over her anus. It didn’t even feel like she had any panties on, the burning of the rope bringing such intense pain to her body. When she would slow down moving, hoping to avoid the pain, they would find new places to slap, her tender inner thighs, eventually slapping hard up between her legs. She screamed when a hand struck her open pussy, driving the rope deeper between her lips, her body jerking up and down, the rope scraping painfully along her slit.

 The rebel was nuzzling her neck, Angela forced to endure his molesting hands as they rubbed her breasts, biting her neck as she squirmed, hearing her mother crying out in pain as she heard the loud slaps to naked flesh.

 “Spread your legs, little one,” she felt his hand slide over her naked stomach to the inside of her shorts, pushing aside her panties. She had no choice, her legs reluctantly parting, his hand pushing lower, his fingers running through her bush before sliding to cup her sex, gripping her puffy labia. “No, No,” she begged, then shuddered when she felt cold steel pressed against her leg, knowing that he had taken out his pistol again.

 She was so hot, literally hot; his finger slipped between her pussy lips, trapped tightly into her wet, hot sex. His other hand held her tightly as his fingertip slipped lower, feeling the opening to her vagina. He curled it, fighting to gain entrance to the tiny hole.

 She fought the finger trying to seek entrance to her virgin pussy, trying to clasp her thighs tighter together, succeeding only in trapping his finger inside her. It moved around, the fingertip already feeling too big, hoping he wouldn’t fuck her and take her virginity from her forever.

 The truck slid into a halt in the village, Christy and Angela thankful, sure that the General would rescue them from any further degradation. Christy was untied, but not before one of the rebels pulled the rope between her legs, making sure that it burned as it passed through her cheeks and lips, Christy screamed as she felt the unbearable pain. She was pulled upright, her jeans tossed into the corner of the truck; she would not be needing them soon, her panties having already slid partly down, her bush partly visible. Angela was pulled from the vehicle, her shorts still unbuttoned, her zipper down. They were both led off the truck, the black bags still over their heads as they were led inside a building. Their naked breasts bounced as they walked; the rebels unable to take their eyes off of them.

 The black bags were pulled off of their heads, their eyes blinking as they tried to get accustomed to the light. They looked around the old building, looking like a jail of some sorts. In front of them sat two men behind a large wooden table. One, apparently the General, was large, not muscular, but fat, about sixty years old. He had a stale cigar in his mouth, his teeth slightly yellow likely from too many of those cigars. The heat in the jungle made his green fatigues stick to his body, patches of sweat under his arms and on his chest, the smell of sweat filling the room. Next to his sat a neatly-trimmed man in a white doctor’s coat. He was mid-forties, his fingers manicured and clean, looking like he didn’t sweat even in the hot room. He had a rugged, handsome look to him, a five-o’clock shadow already appearing on his face.

 Christy looked around, noting at least four cells, two open to the room, only metal bars separating the cell from the larger room. Two other cells were in the back, heavy wooden doors and small barred windows were the only clues of what was behind the doors, room that looked like they provided significant privacy.

 “Stand at attention in front of the General,” they were ordered, the man’s eyes ran up and down their partially-clothed body, both women trembling in fear. He didn’t look like the type of person who was going to save them, his eyes taking in the sight of their naked tits, trailing down to glimpse at the partially visible bushes. “I see my men have uncovered some of your treasures. I must apologize for them,” he added.

 Christy at last felt some relief, maybe now they would be released. “Thank you, sir. They took such liberties of my innocent daughter and me. If you would release us, we would be very grateful,” seeing her own relief mirrored on Angela’s face.

 “Yes, and I must say I’m disappointed. Usually, the Doctor and I would have had the pleasure of stripping you naked for our interrogation. Moreover, I’m afraid that I can’t release you; you will be visiting with us for a while. We must interrogate you regarding your rebel activities. And, the Doctor has some very persuasive ways to make you and your daughter talk.



Chapter 2 - Angela and Christy are Inspected Intimately.

“NOO!” Christy protested loudly, even scaring Angela at her outburst. “I demand that you let us go, we are American citizens. You can’t do this to us!”

 “You don’t understand your position Señora. You have been caught as spies. As far as your country, they wouldn’t even know you are missing for a week or two. By that time, all traces of your whereabouts will be gone.” The General chewed on the end of his cigar as he talked to her, smiling broadly, the thought of having a mother-daughter team in his bed at night making his cock hard, them being blonde Americans making it rock hard.

 The reality of the situation began to dawn on Christy; they were deep into the jungles of Mexico, captured by rebels. And from the look on the Generals face and what they had already been subject to, she expected that she would be subject to sexual abuse by them. Her only thought was in saving Angela from a similar fate; her only choice was to barter her body to save her daughters. She looked over at Angela, seeing the humiliation on her face as she stood before them, her breasts bare, her shorts unbuttoned, her arms bound by handcuffs behind her. Their eyes met, Christy trying to transmit in her gaze that everything would be okay, Angela forcing a smile back at her in acknowledgment.

 “I’m sorry General,” she pleaded. “I will do what you want, just don’t let anything happen to my daughter. She is a young girl.” She smiled at him, hoping for some compassion, seeing his hand move down below the table, knowing that he was stroking his cock in anticipation.

 “We will see how cooperative you are Señora. Sergeant, take the lovely child to one of the cells in the back and make her comfortable.” He waved him away; the Sergeant grabbing Angela’s bound wrists and pushing her towards the row of cells.

Angela was forced to go where she was pushed, her head turning back to her mother, not fully realizing what her mother was proposing to the General, fearing being separated from her. The Sergeant was behind her, one hand holding her bound wrists, the other hand, resting on the gentle slope of her ass, feeling her move as he marched her to the two cells at the end of the corridor, the heavy wooden doors with the small, barred window looking so forbidden.

They stopped in front of the door, the Sergeant unlocking the door with a large, metal key, the lock clicking loudly. Before he opened the door, he closed the sliding door that covered the small window. “We wouldn’t want you to be disturbed by the noise. It makes it almost soundproof, in and out,” he laughed. “In you go Angela. You have such a lovely name for a girl that looks like an angel and has the body of a goddess.”

The room was small, made even smaller by the heavy stone walls and lack of windows inside, the darkness assailed by two high powered lights in the ceiling, out of place for a cell, but necessary for an interrogation room. In the corner was a small cot covered with a brown blanket, thick black leather straps in each corner attached to the bed rails at the four corners, worn thin by heavy use. A small toilet and sink were on the side wall, lacking any privacy for the occupant. In the center of the room sat a heavy wooden table, the four legs secured to the floor with metal brackets, large enough for the body of a person to be secured to it, four heavy metal rings jutting up from the corners, the paint worn thin from the countless ropes that were secured. There were other pieces of furniture in the room, all designed to bind and spread open the bodies of the unwilling victims, forcing them into provocative and obscene positions.

Just when she thought she would be spared any further indignities, the room she was placed into told her differently. It was not built to hold her, but to restrain her and expose her body intimately. She feared the loss of her virginity to these evil men, her mother no longer here to protect her. She looked at the Sergeant, a rugged man in his mid-thirties, black wavy hair, and a five o’clock shadow in spite of it being the middle of the day. Unlike the General, the Sergeant took care of his body, his naked arms showing his muscles, his chest solid. Were she not being held prisoner, she would have found him handsome, now she found his scary.

“Over onto the bed,” the Sergeant ordered her, his voice loud and intimidating.

“Please no,” she begged, fearing the Sergeant was going to rape her.

The Sergeant smiled, knowing what was going through her mind, his cock hard at the thought of taking her virginity, sliding his cock inside her virgin slit, but the General had plans for her. And his plans were for all of her holes. The Sergeants job was to make her aroused and keep her that way, a job still not too bad considering her lovely body. “I’m not going to rape you Angela. Now onto the bed or I will take your cherry,” laughing as he saw the look on her face.

Angela moved slowly over to the bed, dreading the thought of being stretched out on it, sure that she would be bound on it. She saw the Sergeant watching her as she got on the bed, bending over, her naked breasts hanging down towards the ground.

The Sergeant noticed her looking at him. “Yes, you have such lovely tits Angela, so young and firm. But first let’s get you settled on your back.” He moved to her, unlocking the metal cuffs, pulling them off, watching as she rubbed her wrists, the cuffs already making her skin red. He pulled out a double wrist cuff, two leather straps that would encircle her wrists, a metal bar about six inches wide connecting them, a large ring in the center of the bar for securing it. He watched as she laid back, the Sergeant pulling her arms over her head, watching as her tits rose up high on her chest, her dark red nipples hard as if anticipating his touch.

Her arms were pulled over her head, feeling the leather straps pulled tightly around her wrists, securing them. She tugged, the leather unforgiving, holding her tight. She looked behind her, the Sergeant looking even bigger as he towered over her looking down at her. She felt so humiliated, her tee pulled up high, her bra useless, pulled aside as her naked breasts rose and fell from her ragged breathing. She clenched her thighs tightly together; glad at least her panties and shorts were still on.

The Sergeant pulled Angels hands up until they were in front of his pants, his hard cock already straining the khaki’s, threatening to burst the zipper. “Use one of your hands to grab my cock Angela. Show me how well you can rub it.” He waited her eyes wide open in surprise that he would even ask her to submit to such a demand. If she only knew what the General would require of her tonight.

She wouldn’t dare do such a thing, having only stroked her last boyfriend’s cock, but not to a strangers cock like a street whore would do. She saw him bend over her, his hands reaching out to her, his upper body almost covering her. She jerked when she felt rough, calloused fingers touching her smooth, sensitive breasts, both of her breasts grabbed in his large hands. “EEEEEEHHH,” she screamed in pain as her nipples felt like they were squeezed in a vise, the blood quickly drained from the tips. She tried to shake them loose, but it only increased the pressure he put on them, squeezing the swollen tips even harder.

The Sergeant’s cock jerked in his pants when he saw her tits shaking, her nipples pinched tightly, his fingers pulling out on them as she tried to escape his powerful grip. He pulled her nipples out farther, moving her tits up and down by the nipples, pleased at the way the tender mounds seem to ripple. She screamed again. “I said stroke my cock Angela. I can make this as painful as I want, but ultimately you will do as I say.” He twisted his fingers, seeing her nipples tighten up, her face contoured in pain, her lips clenched tightly.

It felt like her breasts were on fire, shooting pains ripping up her spine from her nipples, unable to comprehend how anyone could inflict such pain on her delicate tips. She screamed again, but she only saw his lips pull back into a smile at her pain. She had no choice, her hand moving up tentatively, one hand pulling back when she felt his cock jerk when she touched it, afraid of what she had done. He twisted her nipples again, her hand moving back to his cock, this time her slim fingers encircling the hard, throbbing member beneath his pants. It was huge, her fingers running up the shaft until she reached the head, feeling it jerk as she pinched the head, not knowing what she was doing.

“Stroke it up and down Angel, that’s good,” the Sergeant loosening his grip on her nipples, but still holding them, feeling them harden under his touch. He looked at her face, red in embarrassment as she slowly masturbated his cock as he began to play with her nipples, this time more tenderly. “See how it is more pleasurable if you obey,” he murmured to her. She might not know what she was doing, but her hand knew instinctively how to do it, her fingers sliding up and down his shaft, her fingers pinching the tip when it reached the head. His cock throbbed as he looked down at her, her nipples now redder from the abuse, his cock now being masturbated by the young American girl.

She had no choice; her hand masturbated the Sergeants cock, feeling the hard shaft beneath her fingers, running them up and down. His fingers were tender now, slowly teasing the tips to hardness, a nail rubbing over the sensitive tip sending shivers up her spine. “NNNO,” she purred as she felt a pair of hot lips suck one her nipples into his mouth, her back arching up as he applied suction to it, the rubbery tip pulled deep inside her mouth. “MMMMM,” she moaned as his tongue lapped at the tip, the rough, wet tongue sending mixed signals to her brain, her nipple throbbing to the stimulation, his teeth biting into her areola, sending the blood rushing to the stimulated tip. She stroked his cock faster, not even realizing what she was doing as she felt the familiar wetness between her legs.

The Sergeant’s hand cupped her breast in his hand, his large palm able to encircle it and grip it tightly, blood rushing quickly to her trapped nipple. He could almost feel her pulse in her nipple as it throbbed, her youthful breast now glistening with his saliva as he noisily sucked her nipple as a baby would suckle his mother. Her hand squeezed his cock harder now, sliding up and down the front of his pants, masturbating his cock as he sucked and bit her nipple. He moved to the other one, his hand still squeezing the first as he gripped her nipple behind the tip with his teeth and let his tongue play back and forth over her trapped nipple, sucking it deeper into her mouth, stretching it out. It felt good, her hand stroking his cock, but he knew he would cum soon if she continued and he still had more to do to her before he would leave her. He stood up, both of her breasts glistening in the light from his saliva, the nipples swollen and engorged with blood, her chest heaving up and down. She had a surprised look on her face when he pulled away, disappointed that he stopped.

“Your hands are good at jerking off cocks Angela. You must do it often,” seeing her turn red in shame at how she performed.

Her wrists were lowered to the bed rail, a click and she knew they were bound again, a sharp yank on them confirming it, the bar clanging noisily on the metal rail. She watched as the Sergeant moved around to the side of the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand falling on her naked stomach, Angela clenching her thighs even tighter.

His eyes watched hers as his hand began a circular motion on her stomach, feeling her muscles tighten as he increased the size of the circle, his hand moving lower and lower. “Such silky skin Angela.” He let his hand move lower, touching the delicate panties, pushing them lower down her abdomen as he continued caressing her.

She couldn’t do anything to stop him, his hands pushing down her panties as he hand moved sensuously over her abdomen, knowing that he would soon be touching her blonde bush. His eyes continued to stare at her, watching her expression as she suffered the humiliating fondling of her body by the Sergeant. An electric tingle went through her sex when he touched her fine, blonde hair on her pubes, igniting the tiny sensors.

“I think these are in the way,” grabbing her tiny shorts from the side and peeling them down over her hips, her clenched thighs no match for his powerful strength as he quickly stripped them from her body, leaning back to slip them off of her feet, finally throwing them into the corner. He looked at her face, her eyes clenched tightly together, ashamed at being stripped naked before him, unable to look him in the eyes any longer. He leaned over her face and whispered to her, “I going to strip you naked Angela. I want to see that lovely cunt again.” She shook her head in protest, his hand stroking her cheek, “and then I’m going to masturbate you Angela. But not with my fingers, I’m going to use my tongue. I’m going to eat that sweet little pussy.”

Her eyes shot open in protest, his face only inches from hers, “no one has ever done such a nasty thing to me. Please don’t,” she begged. She couldn’t image having him do such a thing to her; his eyes would only be inches from her sex. She could almost feel his hot breath between her legs, her imagination triggering a flood of emotions in her untrained body. She felt his hand move lower, her panties sliding down as his hand pushed down on her abdomen, feeling his palm rubbing over her bush, a place that no man except her doctor had touched. His hand moved inside her panties, cupping her sex with his large fingers. She tried to escape his hand, her hips moving side to side, but she only succeeding in letting one of his fingers slide between her pussy lips, trapped in the hot depths of her pussy, her puffy lips enclosing his finger in her heat. She could feel it moving as she would do when she masturbated, sliding from side to side, feeling her body betraying her, her juices beginning to flow.

“Yes, such a hot pussy,” his finger masturbating her, watching as her hips move, thinking that she was enjoying it. He pulled his hand out of her panties. “Let’s get rid of them, I want to see that naked pussy.” He pulled her panties down her legs, almost tearing them as he did. He held them up to his face, breathing in her scent. “I love the smell of virgin pussy,” seeing her clench her eyes closed again, unable to look into his face again. “But first things first, you need to be warmed up.” He grabbed her hips, flipping her over onto her stomach before she could even mount any defense, her cute butt sticking up into the air. He slapped one cheek, a scream of protest followed, another quick slap to her other cheek, the skin already turning pink.

She couldn’t believe it when he flipped her over, his hand spanking her quickly, the stinging immediate. She screamed in pain, his hand pushing down on her back, keeping her pinned to the bed. Eight more slaps to her ass in rapid staccato, her cheeks burning, feeling hot as his powerful hands spanked her as if she was a little girl. He stopped spanking her, but his hand now began to rub her naked ass cheeks sensuously, Angela fearing what was next.

”Yes, that is what you need, a good ass warming to get you hot.” He let his hand roam over her cheeks, feeling the muscles tighten up as he did. “Relax your cheeks or it will be another ten,” he warned her, seeing her relent, his hand now free to explore her ass. He wasted no time, letting his finger slide up and down her crack, seeing her attempt to clench her cheeks, then relax, realizing the futility of trying to stop him.

She felt him pulling her cheeks apart, his fingers on each side, spreading them wide, feeling her anus stretching as it was exposed to his gaze, his fingers rubbing so close to her clenching hole. She couldn’t stop him, knowing that she would soon feel his finger entering her anus as they did to her before, forced to suffer the rude fondling of her tiny anus.

The Sergeant licked his finger, getting it wet. He placed it on her anus, seeing the small wrinkled hole opening and closing in response to his touch, Angela unable to control her natural reactions to having something pushed into a hole not built for that. He saw her clenching her teeth as he applied pressure until the hole gave up the fight, his finger too powerful, slowing sinking into the knuckle. He heard her moan in pain, her rectum hot and tight, the muscle trying to force his finger out. “It’ll hurt less if you spread your legs a little,” he urged her, wanting to see her pussy from behind. She let her legs open slightly, her pussy peeking out from behind. “Good girl,” his finger now free to enter deeper, moving from side to side as her fingered her asshole. “Tighten on my finger and I will take it out.”

His finger hurt as it entered her, a burning sensation as it felt like his finger was dry, rasping along her anal tract. She let her legs part at his urging, the finger now entering her deeper, moving around inside her. She felt his other hand reach between her legs, closing them quickly, but too late, trapping his hand pushed against her pussy, her asshole now clenching tightly on the finger in her anus. She arched her ass up when his hand began to move around her pussy, forcing his finger deeper into her asshole. It looked like she was humping his hand, her body trying to escape the Sergeants searching hands and fingers. She tightened her asshole on the finger, hoping that he would pull it out.

“Again,” he ordered her, rewarded when she tightened her asshole on his finger, her muscles gripping his finger so tight that he couldn’t move it. “One more time,” bending his finger at the knuckle inside her before she obeyed again. “Yes that is good Angela. You have a nice, tight asshole,” his finder sliding out, seeing her asshole pucker when it was empty again. He slapped her ass one last time,” turn over,” his hands grabbing her hips and pulling her back onto her back again, this time her pussy naked, the blonde hair barely able to conceal her pussy. He grabbed her legs and pulled them up over her head until her body was bent in two.

She felt so obscenely displayed, her legs high over her head, the Sergeant binding each one with rope to a corner of the bed, her legs spread wide now. She could feel her pussy lips parted, the cool air of the rooming blowing on her superheated pussy, her anus fully exposed, still slick from his finger probing. “No,” she cried out when the Sergeant knelt between her legs, his fingers on each side of her pussy, gripping her lips and pulling them back until she moaned “AHHHH,” she cried out when she felt his hot tongue lap at her pussy, the wet flesh moving around her vagina, lathering it with his saliva before moving up and down her slit. How could he do such a disgusting thing?

The Sergeant loved the taste of her pussy, her juices coating his lips with the sweet taste, his tongue busy running up and down her slit. He pulled her cheeks apart before his tongue moved lower, hearing her gasp in surprise when his wet tongue hit her anus, tasting the slightly tart taste. He made his tongue rigid and pushed into her hole, feeling her fighting his nasty perversion until she finally relented, his tongue pushing into her rectum, feeling her sphincter clenching on his tongue.

 The Sergeant continued eating her pussy, Angela unable to control her emotions, her hips beginning to move in small circles as his tongue masturbated her. He could taste her juices flowing, his mouth lapping at her nectar. She began to moan, his tongue distracting her when he would tongue her anus, Angela unable to understand how someone would want to do such a thing. He could tell she was almost ready to cum. He stopped abruptly, Angela’s eyes opening, trying to find out why. He untied her legs, letting them fall back to the bed, seeing her clench her legs together tightly. “I’ll be back in an hour,” pinching her nipple as he left the cell, leaving Angela bound to the bed, aroused with no way of satisfying herself. That is what the General wanted him to do. Every hour he would return, ten slaps to her ass, followed by the fingering of her asshole, then orally servicing her pussy for five minutes, driving her to the edge or an orgasm, then leaving her for another hour, frustrated and horny, teaching her to expect the pain of the spanking and the fingering of her asshole before she would receive the reward of his tongue.

 Dr. Miguel moved in front of Christy as soon as Angela left the room. He looked at her body, lovely tits for a women her age, very little sag in them, big hard nipples, long tanned legs and a pert ass. He could tell she took care of her body. “You wouldn’t be needing your clothes,” pulling off her top and throwing it in the corner. “Remove your panties Christy.” He watched as she bent over to pull them down, her breasts hanging down, her nipples still swollen and hard. “Very good, now put your arms straight up into the air and hold them there.” He watched as her body stretched, the sag in her tits going away as her arms pulled them up.

“Now hold still while I inspect your body Christy.” He let his fingers run up her naked side, seeing her flinch as he touched her, moving his fingers up to her breasts. “Such nice tits.” He cupped them gently, letting his thumbs move over the nipples, stroking back and forth the pink tips, seeing them grow bigger from the ministration of them.

Christy saw the General watching her as the doctor played with her breasts, feeling his fingers forcing her nipples to harden under his touch. She felt him grip the tips and tighten his fingers, trapping the sensitive flesh in his powerful finger, feeling like pinchers. She couldn’t do anything to stop them as he began to pull her nipples, stretching them out. She was afraid of offending them, afraid that Angela would have to take her place. She arched her back as her nipples were stretched.

The doctor let his fingers relax, her nipples pulling back. He pinched the very tips with his fingernails, letting the sharp nails bite into the tender pink flesh. He saw her bite her lip in pain, her body trembling as she kept the position. “That is nothing compared to the pain I can inflict on the lovely nips.” He saw the relief in her face as his hands slid down her stomach, moving over her blonde bush. “Spread your legs for us, Christy,” he ordered her, watching as she obliged, parting her legs. “More Christy, open them wider. We want to see that pink pussy.”

She spread her legs out, the doctor’s hands on her bush, waiting for the chance to touch her down there, afraid of how she would react, a strange excitement coming over her as she was stripped naked and forced to display her body so provocatively. “MMM,” escaped from her lips when his finger ran down her slit, knowing that he discovered she was already wet in anticipation, his large finger pushing aside her pussy lips, rubbing along her velvety inner lips. It almost felt too good, forgetting that she was being forced to do this. She felt the finger poised at the entrance to her vagina, bracing herself for when he would push inside, bowing her thighs outward when she felt it move inside her, her wetness providing enough lubricant to allow him inside without any resistance.

“She seems to like it General.” The doctor smiled as he stared into her eyes as his finger began to fuck her, feeling her hips begin to move. Another finger joined the first, Christy pushing back with her hips to take it. He pulled his fingers out, holding them up to her lips. “Taste it,” he ordered her. Her mouth opened, sucking the fingers inside, the doctor feeling her tongue bathing them. “I want you to go over to the General and show him your pussy. Stand in front of him and spread your lips open so he can see your pink pussy.”

The General moved his chair away from the desk, giving Christy room in front of him. He reached for his cock, adjusting the hard member in his pants as she stood before him. “Spread your legs real wide,” he urged her.

She stood before him, humiliated to perform for him. While the doctor was fairly handsome, the General was fat and smelly, the cigar in his mouth giving off the odor of cheap cigars. She let her hands slide down her stomach until she touched her bush, looking at the General, his eyes glued to her pussy. She let her fingers touch her lips, gripping each one gently and began to pull them back, turning red in shame as the General chewed his cigar as he gazed at her pussy.

“Lovely pink pussy, spread your lips wider Christy. Show me everything,” smiling as he saw her juices glistening in the light. “Yes, it seems that she likes stripping naked for us, her pussy is wet.” He laughed at her discomfort. “Hold still,” his hand reaching out for her pussy.

She saw the yellow stained fingers move to her pussy, feeling the clammy finger push again her vagina, forcefully pushed inside her, two fat fingers moving around her vagina, in and out in a fucking motion as she stood before him.

“Let me see your clit,” he ordered her. He watched as her fingers moved up, pulling back her clit hood, revealing a swollen, red clit. “Such lovely things we can do to it doctor.” He pushed three fingers inside her, feeling her inner walls clenching on them, forcefully pushing aside all resistance as he fucked deep inside her. “Nice tight pussy, especially for someone that has such a lovely young daughter. You’ll be a nice fuck.”

She felt repulsed by the General, his fingers fucking inside her, her juices having disappeared. She felt his fingers pull out, relieved. His hands moved to her hips, turning her around.

“Bend over the desk Christy. Then reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart, I want to see your asshole.” His hands pushed her around, one hand on the small of her back, forcing her down onto the desk.

This was the final indignity, forced to show them her anus, knowing that they would not be content with just seeing it, she expected fingers would be shoved inside her, something she had always discourage her lovers from doing to her.

The doctor stood in front of her on the other side of the desk. “All the way down Christy, put your face down on the desk,” his hands pushing her down.

She felt her breasts touch the cold desk, her nipples turning hard from the cold surface. She turned her head to the side, her cheek pushed on the desk, looking to the side. She let her hands move behind, sliding down her cheeks before she moved lower to her split, gripping each cheek and pulling them apart. She could feel the cool air of the room on her anus, knowing how exposed she was, ashamed at the indignities they continued to heap upon her.

“Such a lovely, wrinkled opening doctor. I’m sure that no one has ever been up her before.” The General let his fingers touch her asshole, watching as Christy kept her cheeks spread for him, the tiny hole begin to clench and unclench as he pushed with his finger harder into the tiny hole. “It opens up nicely,” he commented, feeling her asshole begin to expand as his finger became more insistent, pushing deeper inside her, the hole gripping his fingertip. He pushed deeper, feeling her hot, tight asshole slowly spread open, her sphincter fighting his finger as he entered her rectum, trying to push it out.

“EEEHHH,” she screamed out, the doctor holding her down as her head rose up from the desk in pain. The finger hurt as it dug inside her, pushing deeper and deeper as her muscle fought a losing battle in trying to keep it out. She could feel it moving around inside her, the General bending his fingertip inside her, forcing her anal tract to expand, twisting and turning his finger as he began to finger fuck her asshole.

 The General pulled his finger from her asshole, feeling her sphincter clasping onto it as he pulled out, watching her tiny anus clenching to the finger as it pops out. “Tie her hands to the front of the desk,” the General ordered the two guards in the room.

 Angela heard the clicking of the door. She looked up, seeing the Sergeant entering again, so unfulfilled from his first visit. He looked down at her, Angela seeing his cock already hard pushing out the front of his pants. It seemed like hours since her left her aroused.

 “Just as lovely as I left you,” looking down at her naked body spread out on the bed. “Turn over onto your stomach again Angela.”

 She had hoped he would eat her pussy again, this time making her climax. Her hopes were dashed with his order, Angela rolling over as he required of her. Was he going to spank her again?

 He sat down on the bed beside her, her face turned up towards him. He put his hand on her lower back and let it slide down over the gentle swell of her buttocks. “Spread your legs for me Angela.” He saw her legs part, pleased at how submissive she had become with so little training. He doubted she would be so willing when the General had her in his bed tonight. “Ten on your ass again.” He began to spank her, moving from one cheek to the other, seeing her lips clench tight in pain as he spanked her harder this time.

 She kept still and quiet, holding back as her ass hurt from his powerful hands spanking her as if she was a bad girl. She saw him take a tube of lubricant from his pocket, knowing what was next.

 “This will make it easier for you Angela and I will be able to go deeper inside your asshole. Now relax your cheeks for me.” His finger traced along her crack, slowly pushing his finger between her cheeks. “Legs apart so more,” watching as she obeyed, her pussy peeking out from between her spread legs, her cheeks peeling apart, her tiny anus, now pink from his fingering before, spread open for him. He put some lubricant on his finger, sliding it up and down his fat finger, going slowly as Angela watched him get ready to finger her asshole.

 “EEEEHHH,” she screamed, unable to contain herself as his finger slid suddenly into her asshole, the lubricant making it easy, her sphincter unable to stop it from plunging deep inside her in one thrust, his knuckles banging against her anus, his finger embedded deep inside her.

 “So hot and tight Angela.” He bent his finger inside her, seeing the look of distress on her face as she suffered the fingering of an orifice that she would never had imagined would be used in such a way. “Now be a good girl and tighten up on my finger. Show me how you can make it so much tighter.” He saw her cheeks clench, his finger squeezed by her inner muscles. “Good, now tighten again but this time hold it longer.”

 She squeezed his finger, holding it as long as she could, clenching her muscles. He made her do it again, five time in all before he pulled his finger out, wiping the lubrication off on her cheeks before turning her over again.

 Her legs were pulled up to the top of the bed again; spread wide, her body bent in two, her sex so fully exposed. She closed her eyes as she felt his breath on her pussy, trying to image it was different, a lover was doing this to her. It felt so good, the tongue bringing back the same feelings as before, lapping at her juices that immediately began to flow, moving from the top of her slit, slapping at her clit before moving down. His rigid tongue stopped at her vagina, slowly entering her virgin hole, fluttering up and down inside her tight hole. She trembled as his tongue moved to her anus, touching her in the same place that his finger had visited, his tongue finding nerve endings in places that she never expected to find. His tongue on her anus gave her shivers.

 The Sergeant ate her pussy for five minutes, each time stopping when he felt her ready to cum, moving back as she settled down. Each time he did this, the time between them shortened, knowing that if he continued, she would cum on his tongue, not ready to let her yet. No, the General would be the one to do that. She begged him to finish her off before leaving, but he only laughed and untied her legs, this time tying her legs to the other end of the bed, not wanting to give her any way to rub her pussy on the bed.

 Three times more he entered the room, each time an hour in between. By time it was the fourth time, she turned over onto her stomach as soon as her legs were released, her ass pushing up higher, presenting it to his hand. He spanked her harder and longer, the fifth time she was up to 30 and her asshole was well lubricated and easily took two fingers inside, her moans of pain doing little to stop him. Three times more he ate her pussy, now only able to do it for three minutes, Angela ready to cum to fast.

 Christy’s arms were tied to the front legs of the table, her body pinned down. The doctor held one of her legs, one of the guards the other. She looked back in shock at the General, his sleeve rolled up, rubbing oil all over his fist and lower arm, the oil glistening in the bright lights. “Spread her legs and hold them tight. I don’t think she is going to like this too much.”

 “What are you going to do?” She trembled as he approached, his hand moving between her legs. She was afraid of the answer.

 “I’m going to see how much you can take up that pussy. You already passed a kid through there, my fist and arm should be easy,” he laughed. Three slick fingers entered her with ease; her legs spread wider, her pussy opening up to him. In and out he fucked with his fingers. “Now another,” pushing his other finger along the three, four fingers pushing aside all resistance, her vagina stretching to take them in.

 “NNNOO,” she cried out in pain, his fingernails scratching her tender pussy walls, his fat fingers pushing aside all resistance, her muscles clamping onto them. “NNNO more,” she screamed as the four fingers were pulled out, then pushed back in again, knowing that his thumb was tucked with them, trying to bow her legs out, anything to stop the terrible pressure inside her pussy.

 The General’s cock jerked in his pants, he would need relief soon, hoping that the Sergeant had done a good job of keeping Angela on the edge. He pushed his hand in deeper, a grunt from Christy pleasing him. “Now hold still,” slowly bending his fingers inside her, stretching her pussy wider then it ever had been except during childbirth until his fingers clenched in a fist.

 Christy couldn’t stand the pain. The General would punch his fist in and out of her pussy, her vagina clinging to his wrists as she was fucked by his arm painfully, her legs held wide apart. Her body was bounced up and down on the table as she was fist fucked.

The withdrawal of his fist was even more painful then the penetration, her vagina slowly stretched wider and wider to allow the heel of his hand to pass through the stretched opening, feeling like he was tearing her up. She panted, her body unable to comprehend that much pain, wishing she would pass out in pain, but she stayed awake, conscious of every painful inch of fist that passed through her vagina.

The General finally pulled his fist out, her vagina now a gaping hole, slowly shrinking in size. “Why don’t you fuck her? I have some other business to attend to. I’ll be back in a while and we can get on with the interrogation and find out who her contacts are.” He wiped his hand and fingers off on a towel and moved down to the other end of the building, moving towards Angela’s cell. It was time for her to service him. He turned around to see the doctor lowering his pants, his large, hard cock popping free. He climbed onto the table, inching up Christy’s back. His hand reached down between their bodies, fumbling with his cock as he lined it up to her pussy. He settled down on her ass as he slowly forced his cock inside her as she moaned in pain. He began to hump her, using jack rabbit punches with his hips to take her hard and fast. He could see her fingers digging into the wooden table, almost breaking as she suffered the painful rape.

The General opened the door, the Sergeant doing a good job of presenting Angela for him. She was on her stomach on the bed. She was hog tied, her arms pulled back and tied to each ankle, her legs bent back, bowing her body up. A rope was attached to her hair, yanking her head upright, her face forward, her breasts available for him to touch. A ring gag held her mouth open, drool running down her cheeks, her eyes wide open in fear and disgust as he entered, the smell of his cigar preceding his entrance.

He sat down on the bed next to her, his hand beginning to run over her taut buttocks. “The Sergeant tells me you are enjoying your spankings. I see your cheeks are already pink. And he tells me he has trained your asshole to tighten on his finger. Are you going to perform as well for me?”



Chapter 3 - Christy’s Torture.

It was so humiliating when the General came into the room, the smell of his cigar preceding his entrance. She almost hoped for the Sergeant again, though frustrated and aroused by him, but unfulfilled. He left her bound last time in the stringent hog-tie, her limbs straining, her muscles taut. Her hair bound to her ankles, her face painfully pressing forward; her body in a bow forcing her breasts off of the bed, thrusting out as if she were offering them to whomever entered. Her nipples were still hard from the Sergeant’s constant masturbation of her body. But, the most painful was the ring gag forcing her lips to stretch wide, almost tearing the corners, the thick strap wrapping tightly around her head, her mouth a gaping hole. Drool ran down her chin, her tongue hanging out like a panting dog. The tears on her cheeks reflected her suffering in the tight bondage, her naked body displayed so obscenely—especially for an eighteen year old girl who was quite sexually naive.

 She saw the General looking at her, his cigar hanging from his lips, the tip a bright red as he puffed the acrid smoke into the room. His stomach hung over his pants, sweat soaking the material of his shirt, the foul odor from his unwashed body permeating her senses. She feared him the most, a powerful man who could do anything to her, the position and bondage of her body giving him ample opportunity, Angela unable to even comprehend the perverse thoughts in his mind.

 The General stood looking at the lovely girl on the bed. While his position allowed him access to many young beautiful girls, never had he had an American blonde. The thought of Angela servicing his cock with her virgin holes made him hard, the thought of mother and daughter in bed with him at night, the two of them forced to compete for his sexual attention delighted him. Her mother’s pussy was still tight in spite of having to take his fist inside her. Her muffled screams made his cock so hard that he had to have relief. If she only knew that her daughter would be the one to pay the price, her virgin mouth forced to bring his hard cock to an explosive orgasm, filling her oral cavity with his hot cum.

His hand caressed her butt, the hog-tie forcing it up, the twin cheeks a light pink, the Sergeant’s spanking bringing out the lovely color to her skin. He reveled in her shudder when his hands touched her smooth, satiny skin, her cheeks tightening in response, “Yes, the Sergeant was right; you have an ass made for spanking.”

She began struggling as soon the General touched her body so intimately, squirming on the bed, her pussy rubbing on the harsh blanket. She tightened her cheeks, not wanting to allow him access to the hole that the Sergeant had so intimately explored with his fingers, hoping that the Sergeant hadn’t mentioned her arousal from the anal probing with his fat fingers. It was humiliating to allow his hand the freedom to so casually run over her naked hips and back up to her cheeks, a finger sliding up and down her clenched crack, smiling at her feeble attempt to stop him. “Mmmm,” her muffled cries as his hand pushed between her thighs, the wide spread of her legs allowing him to caress the soft, tender flesh between her legs. His fingers sliding up, stroking her thighs, moving up towards the vee of her legs, her body trembling at the thought of his grubby hands touching her sex. Grabbing one of her thighs, squeezing the tender inner flesh harshly, started Angela struggling to stop the pain.

“Lay still, Angela. This can be as painless or as painful as you desire. You have a lovely body that I am going to explore. Then, you are going to take my cock in your sweet little mouth and suck me until I cum, draining my balls into your mouth, swallowing my thick cum. There is not much you can do to stop me; the bondage leaves your pretty body unprotected. Now lie still and I will tickle your pussy. The Sergeant says you get wet easily.” He slid his hand between her legs, feeling her jump when it touched her pussy, his fingers stroking her labia from behind, pinching the twin puffy lips, gripping it harshly. He felt her body shake, not used to be treated so harshly. He squeezed tightly, pulling her lips out, pinching again, before he let go of her labia, letting one finger slide between her lips, feeling her juices on her silky inner pussy. He laughed, “such an American slut. You cry when I pinch your cunt, but you get wet.”

She began sobbing, his harsh treatment coupled with the way her body was betraying herself was too much for her. Her hips humped up and down, his finger sliding along her slit bringing an unexpected pleasure that shamed her. His other hand suddenly and brutally slapped hard on her unprotected right buttock, her skin exploding in pain. Rubbing casually over the tingling skin, his other finger continued the casual masturbation of her pussy. “Aaahh!” she cried into the ring gag, his hand slapping her other buttock, the skin burning, her hips still humping up and down on his finger.

“Beating your ass seems to get your pussy hot, Angela.” He felt his finger wet with her pussy juice flow. He slapped her ass four times in rapid succession, each time striking her skin harder, her pussy clenching as his palm connected with her naked cheek, trapping his finger between her lips. He slipped in two fingers, moving them up and down, staying away from her clit and her vagina, except to play over the small hole. No, she wouldn‘t be allowed to cum yet.

How could he be so right? It was so humiliating, first the Sergeant and now the General forcing her to get wet from spankings, her mind confused. She had no time to think, the General beating her ass again, this time ten powerful strokes to her cheeks, the sounds of her naked flesh being slapped, stifled screams escaping through the ring gag. She felt the General rise from the bed, thankful as he withdrew his hand from between her legs, breathing rapidly from the harsh treatment, her sex tingling.

He walked in front of her, a big smile on his face, his finger glistening. He pushed it in her face; the familiar smell of her juices wafting through her nose, his finger rubbing her juices on her tongue. “Such a sweet taste, I will have to eat your pussy later.” His laughter when he saw the expression of disgust on her face was mortifying.

She cringed when he moved in front of her again, his flabby, sweat-drenched body disgusting her. She braced for the moment when his hands would touch her naked breasts as they moved in slow motion towards them. The hog-tie had left her breasts unfettered, pushing them up high, her nipples sticking out, offering them. She had only recently allowed boys to touch them, and only over her blouse or bra, none ever having touched her naked flesh. The Sergeant and now the General molested her youthful breasts, Angela unable to stop their fondling. She cringed when his clammy hands cradled her hanging breasts, cupping them in his large, calloused hands. His fingers tightened, squeezing her resilient flesh, his fingers digging deep, such harsh treatment, clenching and unclenching, testing the resiliency of them.

The General’s cock strained his trousers while manhandling the lovely pair of tits on Angela. His fingers touched tips that were already hard as if anticipating his caress. She seemed to enjoy his touch; reaching for the pink, hard tips, two fingers gripping each. He tightened his fingers, watching as he clamped down on her rubbery nipples, enjoying her expression as he increased her pain. He savored her squirms, squeezing tighter, pulling; watched the skin stretch outward, molding her tits into sharp cones. His cock jerked at her muffled moans of pain.

She couldn’t believe the pain in her breasts, the nipples feeling like they were trapped in steel vise and pulled. How could anyone want to hurt me as he was doing? And he was enjoying it; his mouth curling into a cruel grin. She didn’t know how much farther her nipples would stretch, his fingers relentless in tugging on them. She cried out again, then a sudden relief from pain, her nipples receding sharply, her breasts bouncing on her chest as the General released them. The pain in her breasts stopped, but she feared what would happen next.

The General stood in front of her face, his hand reaching down to the belt on his trousers, slowly undoing it, his cock hardening even more at the anguish on her face. The zipper sliding down sounding unusually loud, the General letting his pants fall down to his ankles.

She saw the bulge of a large cock in his stained shorts, his hand gripping it in his hand. Pulling down his shorts, his cock jutted out, bouncing up and down, finally free of the constraining clothes. It was thick, large veins running up the shaft, a purple head almost like a crown. She shuddered at the thought of having the foul thing in her mouth; the ring filling with the thick flesh, afraid of how far he would push it in. It was longer than her mouth, fearing that he would make her swallow it, knowing how she would suffer if he did. Suddenly, the head of his cock touched her lips, leaving a damp trail on them. She could do nothing as he rubbed it around, the jerking cock leaking onto her lips.

The General’s hands moving to her face, placed on both sides of her head as he thrust his hips forward, his cock poising at the entrance to her virgin mouth. He pushed in, felt it slide over her tongue, pinning it to the roof of her mouth as he impaled her on his cock. He stiffened even more at the frightened look in her eyes as she was face fucked for the first time, the bondage keeping her face rigid, unable to escape his cock.

The stale odor was quickly followed by the terrible taste as her mouth was forced to take the dirty cock in her mouth. She gagged; afraid she would barf, breathing heavily to stop the natural response. The thick cock filled her mouth, pushing deeper to the back, stopping when she gagged.

“Now lick it, Angela,” the General’s hands reached down, grabbing her by the tits, his fingers gripping her youthful breasts harshly. “You’ll learn to suck a cock,” he threatened her, his hands meaning to inflict pain. He felt her body shake as he mauled her tits, only relenting when he felt her tongue begin to move, his cock jerking in the hot confines of her teenage mouth. “Yes, so much better. Tongue the tip, Angela, see if you can suck out some cum,” laughing at the look on her face as she struggled to obey. Her tongue was working magic on his cock, running over the tip, sure that she could already taste his cum. His hands moved back down to her breasts, this time more gently, tugging and pulling on her nipples as she continued to tongue his cock. He began thrusting in and out of her mouth, his cock gliding over her widely stretched lips, shoving hard and making her gag as his thick cock pushed to the back of her throat.

She couldn’t believe what she was doing, sucking the General’s dirty cock, her tongue running up and down the shaft as if she were enjoying it, her mouth tasting the thick, salty semen that her tongue drew from the tip. Even tiny drops seemed to permeate her mouth with the foul taste. She was afraid of him cumming in her mouth, filling it with gallons of sperm. His hands stroked her face, urging her to continue the forced fellatio, then moved back down to her breasts. She cringed, afraid that he would hurt them again, but his fingers were surprisingly gentle, pinching and prodding the nipples into hardness. She gagged again, his cock pushing deeper into her mouth, his hands moving back to the back of her head, holding her from moving. She braced for the next thrust, sucking as much air through her nose as possible, fearing that he would push his cock into her throat. Her body still aching from the tight bondage, her back felt as if it would break.

“Such a good cocksucker. Did your mother teach you?” He laughed, seeing the angry look in her eyes, shoving his hips forward, the thick helmet of his cock pushing into her throat, her eyes opening wide in surprise as she was stuffed full of hard, pulsating cock. Her nose began to run; tears fell down her cheeks, her mouth filled with his cock, her eyes wide open, as she was throat fucked. He let his hands move down to her neck, feeling the bulge of his cock throbbing in her throat, her silky muscles clenching on it in protest. He pulled his cock from her throat, hearing her suck in air. “Your tongue, use your tongue,” he ordered, fingernails digging into her nipples painfully until her tongue began lapping at his cock like a trained dog.

She obeyed again, the pain forcing her back to licking the cock in her mouth. She gagged again as he pushed back into her throat, this time deeper, embedding it in her throat as her gagging massaged it. She began to get lightheaded, panic setting in, afraid he would suffocate her with his cock. She began to feel dizzy.

He could see her eyeballs roll around in her sockets, knowing that she would pass out soon unless he pulled his cock from her throat. But he hesitated, his cock jerking as she struggled to breathe. He finally relented, pulling his cock until only the head was in her mouth, feeling her tongue quickly return to licking at the head, fearing any further pain. “Next time we won’t use the ring gag. You’ll suck my cock on your own. Now get ready, I’m going to cum in your mouth and I want you to swallow it all.”

She braced herself for the inevitable, his fingers moving down to her abused tips again, this time abusing her flesh harshly. He was going to get off, get off by hurting her nipples. His hips began to pump in and out, pushing down her throat, her choking pleasuring him as he pumped the thick cock into her tiny opening. She could only suffer his abuse, dreading him cumming in her mouth, but knowing that would be the only way this abuse would end. Her throat gurgled and gagged on the hot flesh squeezed so tightly in it. She felt his stomach push against her face, squashing her nose against it, his hands holding her tightly. She felt him shudder and she knew he was about to cum, yet she was not prepared for what happened. He pulled his cock from her throat, instinctively she sucked in air and had her mouth filled with a load of hot, thick salty cum, choking as some slid down her throat, some shot out her nose, choking and gagging as she was filled with his sperm.

“Yes, take it all, Angela. Suck my cock,” he yelled in ecstasy as he began to cum in her hot, virgin mouth, spewing his sperm, her cheeks bulging as she was suddenly filled with his fluids. He stroked the base of his cock, eager to shoot a second load of cum inside her, her face covered in tears and snot that ran from her nose, cum dripping from the corner of her mouth as she failed to swallow it all. “Take more!” his cock filling her oral cavity with a second load of thick crème, her tongue running over the tip as it shot out.

His cock finally became flaccid, the limp member sitting on her tongue, the taste of his cum filling her mouth with the overpowering taste of sex. He pulled his cock out, dragging the cum-covered flesh out; leaving a trail of semen that stained her lips. He commended her on doing such a good job of sucking his cock, petting her on the head just as one would do to a trained dog, the humiliation of being forced to sexually service the flabby General making her turn red in shame. Just then the door opened, the Sergeant appearing again.

“Untie her, Sergeant, she performed admirably. I think she deserves a reward. Why don’t you eat her pussy and make her cum while I watch?”

Angela was grateful when the ropes were pulled from her body. She stretched her limbs, her muscles tight from the severe bondage. She spit out a mouthful of cum when the ring gag was pulled from her lips, unable to escape the horrible taste that still saturated her oral cavity. The Sergeant flipped her over onto her stomach, Angela instantly raising up her ass, knowing what was in store for her, already trained so well. She blushed when she saw the General watching her perform for the Sergeant, his eyes on her tight cheeks pushed out for the Sergeant. She didn‘t wait long, the Sergeant slapping her cheeks hard, Angela bracing her body for the pain as it raced to her brain. Ten times he hit her cheeks, each time harder, the skin turning red from the abuse. His hand gently caressed her burning flesh, Angela knowing what was next. She heard the sound of a jar lid turning, lowering her ass to the bed again, spreading her legs. “Aaah!” she cried out, pushing her face into the mattress to muffle her groan of pain—or pleasure, she wasn’t quite sure which—as she felt a slick, cold finger playing with her tiny, wrinkled opening, rubbing around the edges of it.

The General was surprised at the way Angela allowed the Sergeant to have his way with her body, taking the spanking and now opening herself up to his anal probing with barely a gasp of protest.

The Sergeant’s thick finger entered her rectum, enjoying the way the tiny hole fluttered when he touched it, rubbing her rectal muscle with his finger, feeling it fight the insertion. “Take it deeper, Angela,” his finger slid into her anal tract, her hot, buttery insides gripping his knuckle as he ground his finger inside her. “Spread your legs wider,” her pussy peeked out from behind, the General staring so intently at her spread eagle body as the Sergeant began finger fucking her asshole, the sound of his lubricated finger as it pushed in and out breaking the silence of the room.

She suffered the anal fingering, feeling the uncomfortable fullness that followed the insertion of his finger, the slight burning in spite of the lubrication as her asshole was probed by his finger. In and out, until the first finger was joined by a second, a groan escaping from her lips as her anus stretched wider accepting the two fat fingers in her backside. She closed her eyes, unable or unwilling to watch as her hips began humping up and down in response.

“She seems to like your fingers in her asshole, Sergeant,” the General pleased at the way she was responding. He moved over to Angela, “On your back.” The Sergeant took his finger from her asshole, watching as her anus fluttered open and closed, almost as if it regretted the fingers leaving. He flipped Angela onto her back again, as the General moved to her feet, the Sergeant over her head. The General grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs wide, his eyes staring at her splayed crotch, her pussy lips spreading wider, opening up to his gaze. “Over her head,” the General handed her ankles to the Sergeant, her body bending in two, her crotch forced up high in the air, her pussy and slick anus spread open.

“I think she should take you in her mouth while you eat her pussy. Let her show you how well she has learned to suck cock.” The General watched the Sergeant kneel on both sides of her head, her legs thrown far to the side, his cock sitting on her face, his balls dragging along her forehead.

She opened her mouth eagerly when she felt the hot tongue of the Sergeant touching her pussy, sliding up and down her slit. The cock on her face slid forward until it touched her lips, her tongue instantly running over it even before it entered her mouth. He was going to make her cum, her body so aroused from the previous forced masturbation, crying for release, willing to do anything to get the relief she sought so desperately. She didn’t even care if the General was watching, her mouth suddenly filling with rock hard cock, her tongue running over the head, her mouth instantly saturated with the taste of his leaking cum. She tried humping her hips, difficult the way her body was bent in two, wanting so desperately for his tongue to probe her vagina, to probe her deeper.

The General watched the two of them orally service each other, the Sergeant’s thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth, Angela choking and gagging each time he pushed too deep, her tongue moving up and down the shaft as he fucked her face. Angela’s juices ran over her anus as the Sergeant’s tongue pushed into her vagina like a small cock, pushing in and out in a fucking motion. The sound of their lust filled the room for five minutes, neither able to hold out, both of them cumming at the same time. Angela received another load of cum in her mouth, this time eagerly drawing out the thick, salty seed from the Sergeant, her tongue racing over the head as it shot out its load. The Sergeant tasted the sweet juices of the young girl as she came on his tongue, her juices flowing freely, racing down between her cheeks, his tongue following, rimming her anus as she came. They both slumped down, exhausted from their orgasm, Angela letting the cock slip from her mouth, cum dripping from her lips.

“Angela seems to take to sex quickly. Tie her up again. Let her head hand over the edge of the bed. I want to avail myself of her mouth again. Masturbate her every hour. I want her aroused, but not sated. I have to see to her mother now.” The Sergeant began to tie Angela spread eagle to the bed sideways, her legs spread obscenely wide to the bed rails, her head hanging almost upside down.

The air was pushed from her lungs as the Doctor settled onto her back, his near naked body rubbing up against her ass, the thick cock sliding dangerously up and down her crack, fearing where he would place it when she felt it run harshly across her anus. His knees pushed out on her tender inner thighs, forcing her legs to spread wider and wider, feeling as if she would be split up the middle, the Doctor uncaring of her pain. His zipper rubbed painfully on her skin as she felt his hands fumble between their bodies, the hard rubbery head of his cock running up and down her slit. He found the opening to her vagina, pushing his cockhead against it and then giving a powerful thrust with his hips driving his cock deep inside her body in a painful stab driving a scream from her lips.

The Doctor loved the way her body took his cock, his rod sliding inside her, punching at her vagina like a spear trying to drive deep into her body. He felt her body shuddering beneath his, his hips pumping her with this cock, driving his cock deep inside, pulling out only long enough to shove back in with a powerful thrust that drove all eight inches of cock inside her clenching vaginal opening. He reached under her body, his fingers finding her pussy, pulling her up onto his ravishing cock, forcing her to participate in her own rape, opening up her pussy to his powerful thrusts. Her screams of pain became less, her throat hoarse, her pussy now accepting his fucking, lubricating his cock, making it easier for him to drive deep inside her. He pushed on the insides of her thighs again, hearing her groan as he forced her legs wider apart, his cock now able to dig into her deeper. The only sound in the room was the slapping of his stomach flesh smacking her ass as he fucked her—and her grunts of pain.

Would he ever stop? Her pussy felt so violated, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his hips faster, his hard cock reaching places inside her not touched in years. Her legs felt like they were splitting up the middle, unable to fill her lungs, his body crushing her to the table, her bound wrists unable to do anything to protect herself. She finally heard him grunt, shoving harder into her pussy, smashing against her cervix. She felt his cock swell, then the first shot of hot cum filled her pussy. He pulled out, shoving back in, cum leaking from her pussy as he filled her with a second load of cum. Four times he dumped his cum into her body; four times she was bathed with his sperm. He was finally finished, her pussy pushing out his rapidly deflating cock, the Doctor standing, pulling his pants back up, relief finally coming to Christy.

“It is time for you to tell us about your subversive ways, Christy. There will be more than enough time later to enjoy your body.” He untied her wrists from the table, forcing her to stand up, his cum running down the inside of her thighs as she stood.

Her limbs were numb, unable to stop the Doctor as he tied her wrists behind her back, forcing her to grab the opposite elbow with her hands, the thick rope binding her arms together high up her back. He forced the rope around her body, right above her naked breasts. Three times he encircled her body before moving down lower to run the rope below her breasts. He finally pulled the two ropes that encircled her breasts together, compressing her breasts between the harsh ropes, pinching the tender flesh. Another rope was tied to the front, one end pulled up to the ceiling, yanking Christy’s body up into the air until she could barely stand, her breasts pulling up towards the ceiling, her body dancing on her toes.

The Doctor hands caressed her body, running over her bound breasts, the lovely flesh now compressed tightly between the harsh ropes. She shuddered when his fingers rubbed over her areolas, teasing the dark flesh with his fingernails, her nipples swelling in lust. His fingertips found the hard tips, pinching them harshly, watching her lips clench tightly in pain. “Such pain I am going to give these beauties,” fingers turning and twisting her rubbery nipples while she danced on the rope. He turned her sideways, caressing her naked flanks, as she struggled to stay on her toes. His hand snaked down the crease of her ass, feeling the sweat as she clenched her cheeks tightly in a useless attempt to protect her anus from his touch. “It’ll do you no good to deny me any part of your body.” His hand drew back and slapped her ass hard, the sound ringing out in the room, her cheeks already turning a light pink. He moved his large palm down to cup her sex from behind, her hips shooting forward to escape the rough fondling, the rope driving her back.

He took obscene liberties with her body, running his hand over her flesh as if he owned her. She struggled as best as she could, but the tight rope left her hanging from the ceiling, fighting to maintain her balance. First her breasts, fingertips drawing out her nipples, then punishing them for reacting to his touch. His hand moved between her legs, pushing out her thighs, giving him unfettered access to her sex. His fingers moved constantly, rubbing up and down her slit, her moisture giving her response away as she slowly spinned in a circle, his hand always following. She turned red in shame as her body was aroused by him, a combination of his strong hand and the ropes biting in her flesh.

The General entered, his cock already hard at the sight of Christy hanging from the rope, the Doctor expertly masturbating her as she fought uselessly. He walked over to her, stroking her face. “Now Señora, who sent you to our village?” His hand moved down her neck, over her breasts, thrust up high into the air by the bondage, teasing the hard nipples with his calloused fingers.

“Please, we are just tourists who got lost, please let us go,” she begged, knowing that no matter whether they believed her or not, they wouldn’t let her go, not until they had taken her sexually. She only hoped that they wouldn’t touch her daughter. “Is Angela safe?”

“Ah yes, the little one. She is doing well in one of the cells down the hall. A very lovely girl with the body of a woman. Nothing will happen to her as long as you tell us the truth,” he lied. “Now who are you reporting to? The Mexican police, the army, tell us the truth!” He grabbed one of her nipples and pulling and twisting was rewarded with her gasps of pain.

It felt like he was tearing her nipples off, his strong fingers feeling like a pair of pliers gripping the tip, compressing the flesh tightly between them. “No, we’re tourists, not the police! We were going to the Falls.”

“You are not very good at lying, Señora. The Falls are hundreds of miles from here. Do you think we are ignorant peasants? Maybe a little pain for the Señora will bring forth the truth, Doctor.

She shuddered in fear when she saw the Doctor smile, move over to the table and pick up some objects. Two shiny nipple clamps gleamed in the light. She had seen them in magazines, Japanese clover clamps they were called. She had read that they would tighten when pulled; crushing whatever was caught between them. “No, please don’t,” she begged, the Doctor moving towards her.

He hefted one of her globes almost gently as if testing its weight, bouncing it in his palm, his finger reaching out, back and forth over the pink nipple sticking out. “Yes, get hard for me, Señora,” his finger snapped at her nipple.

His hand was stimulating her nipple, the harshness of his treatment surprisingly bringing about a delicious type of pain that went straight between her legs. She watched as he brought one clamp near, the cold metal touching her flesh like a hot iron. She shuddered as her nipple swelled, feeling like the tip would burst. Still, she could only watch him open the clamp wide and place it around the outside of her nipple, close to the areola. She braced herself but couldn‘t have predicted the sharp pain as the impersonal metal clamp bit into her tender nipple, stopping only when it was crushing her flesh between the powerful hard metal teeth. “EEEEEEHHHH!” she screamed, the shock of her most sensitive flesh being crushed between the strong clamps sending a shooting pain up her spine. She shook her chest, only igniting the pain even more, tears pouring from her eyes as she begged. “Please, don’t! We didn’t do anything!” her breathing ragged, her chest heaving up and down with the pain.

The General rubbed his finger over the tip of her nipple, the strong clamp pinching just below it, sending the blood to the tip, unable to flow back, pounding with its own pulse. “The truth now, Señora,” pinching on the tip, more tears and gasps of pain coming from her lips.

“No, No,” she cried, hyperventilating. She was helpless as the Doctor proceeded with the other nipple, his fingers bringing it erect, the other cold clamp stimulating it further. Then the terrible pinch between the cold steel, as it bit painfully into her flesh she screamed again. The Doctor fumbled with the clamp, tying strong nylon string to the ends, throwing other end over the bar in the ceiling holding the rope, pulling until there was no slack in strings. 

“Talk, Señora,” the General grabbed the strings, slowly pulling them tighter.

Just when the pain had become a dull throbbing, the General pulled, forcing the clamps up into the air as the strings grew taut. His eyes were on hers, the clamps pulling away from her body, her nipples straining outward, the clamps closing tighter as they did. She had never felt such excruciating pain, sure that her nipples were being mercilessly crushed. Her scream was inhuman, tears running down her face as she suffered.

The General pulled the strings tight, tying them down. He looked down, her proud breasts pulling out into a cone, the nipples at least three inches long, both tits stretching up towards the ceiling by the clamps. He tapped on the stretched tips as she shuddered in pain. “Hurts don’t it, Señora? All you have to do is tell the truth.”

“We’re just tourists,” she blubbered, her face twisting in pain. She screamed again, the Doctor still busy, kneeling in front of her, pushing out with his hands on her inner thighs forcing her legs in a spread position. Unfortunately, this too made the clamps grow tighter, her nipples crushed harder. She could feel his fingers plucking at her labia, pulling out on the puffy lips, running up and down the silky insides. She knew that he was just preparing her for more pain; unsure of what he would do, afraid that it would involve clamps on her sex.

The Doctor loved her screams as the new clamp bit into her pussy lips, trapping first one fat lip in the sharp grip of the clamp, then the other. Two farther down kept her screams alive, the heavy clamps pulling her lips downward. He stroked her pussy, inflicting excruciating pain on her sex, his finger still drawing out her juices, even while she shrieked in pain.

It was in agony. Any slight movement ignited a new sharp pain, the General adding even more, his hand moving between her legs, slapping at the clamps, tearing a new scream from her lips each time.

“Wait until you see how we can hurt you internally. You can’t even imagine what we can painfully shove into your vagina or your asshole. Are you ready to talk, Señora?”

She could only shake her head no in response, unable to speak, the pain too terrible.

“Maybe some weights to drag her lovely pussy lips down toward the ground, Doctor.”

The Doctor needed no prodding, taking one pound weights and hanging them from each of the clamps on her pussy lips. When he finished, four heavy metal weights were dragging her lips down over three inches, the clamps biting terribly into her flesh. Fresh screams pierced the room as her labia were pulling inhumanely down.

The General admired their handiwork, her breasts stretching up, nipples out over three inches, the blood flow restricted. The tight rope wrapped around the breasts forced them into a dark purple, swollen and painful Her legs bowed out, trying to relieve the terrible pain as the weights hung from her pussy lips, the General making them sway, hearing her gasps in pain. She hung from the rope, her upper body pulling upward, her lower body spreading out in front, her pussy open and exposed.

“Why not try out her pussy now, General? The pain from when she swings back and forth as you fuck her will force her pussy to tighten up nicely. It’ll be like fucking a virgin, hot and tight.”

The General didn’t need a personal invitation, his pants fell quickly around his ankles, his fist stroked his cock as he pushed in front of her. His hands cupped her ass cheeks, drew her forward onto his cockhead, the weights banged noisily as they swung back and forth against each other. He almost couldn’t find her hole; her lips were pulled so far down. He tore into her, raping her with his hard cock.

His cock hurt, but not as bad as the clamps. He kept grabbing her, forcing her to move, her nipples almost tearing from her chest, her pussy lips burning terribly as the clamps swung back and forth. He forced his way inside her, her pussy clamping down in pain. His cock felt like it was five inches around and a foot long, her pussy pinching it tight. He stared into her eyes, his smelly cigar still hanging from his mouth as he fucked her, the stale odor of his breath making her gag. He fucked her for twenty painful minutes, his fingers playing with the clamps on her nipples, igniting fresh pain, pleased at the way it had her pussy gripping his cock. If she only knew how well her daughter had serviced his cock with her mouth only a short time ago to allow him to fuck her longer without the urgent need to cum. He finally shoved deep inside her, dumping a load of cum.

As the General moved out of the way, the Doctor took his place, his cock easily able to enter her pussy, sliding in on the General’s cum. She was so tight, especially with the General bending down between her legs, slapping at the weights, swinging them back and forth in a gentle arc. He could barely stroke his cock in and out of her pussy, the tight walls snugly clenching on his cock.

She couldn’t even scream any longer, her sex and her nipples being torn and battered, her vagina suffering under the constant fucking of the Doctor, the General laughing as he made the weights swing back and forth. They finally finished, releasing her from the bondage, pulling the clamps from her body one at a time. She was relieved at first when the Doctor went to remove the first clamp from her nipple, her relief quickly turning to shock, as the blood rushed to the tip of her nipple sending a sharp pain that was far worse than before. She begged him not to take off the other, the dull pain better than what she had felt when the first was released. He only laughed while unclamping the other nipple, seeing her eyes wide open in pain.

The Doctor enjoyed himself slowly pulling the clamps off her pussy lips, taking off one, stroking her pussy before moving onto the next, each time tearing a new fresh scream from her lips. When he finished, her nipples and pussy lips were covered with red blotches where the clamps had done their terrible work. Cum ran down the inside of her legs as she slumped to the floor, exhausted from the pain. “Put her in a cell, we will deal with her later.” The Sergeant dragged her over from the room.

“Let’s go visit, Angela. I think it is time she learned to fuck. To fuck the three of us. The Sergeant is very good at making her obey.”



Chapter 4 - Forcing Angela to give up her Virginity.

Angela panicked when she heard the heavy sound of several pairs of boots coming down the hall. Not only the sound, but the smell of stale cigar told her that the General was one of them. She was still bound to the bed, her legs ached terribly, tied spread eagle sideways, it felt like she was being split up the middle. The Sergeant had visited the room twice, each time he had masturbated her, slowly rubbing her pussy, his fingers this time paying special attention to her clit, her embarrassment showing as he watched as her hips humped up and down in arousal. Each time he left her highly aroused, her nipples sharp and pointed, her pussy wet, throbbing. She almost wished he would fuck her. Fuck her and make her a woman.

The door opened, the room quickly filled with the three men. She could see the bulges in their pants, the General so obvious, his hand rubbing up and down his cock when he saw her. “No please don’t,” Angela cried, knowing they had come to rape her, afraid it would be the General first. She didn’t want the thought of losing her virginity to a pot-bellied older man to be the picture ingrained in her memory for life.

“Untie her from the bed, Sergeant. I think she needs to be warmed up first. Then maybe she will be more willing to spread her pussy open and gives us a good fuck. On her toes, stretched tall would be nice. Such a lovely body should be taut and available.” The General smiled at the thought of whipping her until she agreed to let him fuck her. It would feel good to have his cock snuggled tightly in a hot, teenage virgin pussy again, the thought of forcing her making him harder.

“Never,” Angela cried back, determined not to help them take her virginity, especially the General. She was relieved when the Sergeant untied her, especially between her legs. They had been spread wide too long, feeling as if she was torn up the middle. She closed them now quickly, her hand moving between, covering her sex, her other hand trying to hide her naked breasts. "Please," she begged looking at the Sergeant, hoping for some compassion. There was none, he grabbed her by her wrists and yanked up. The Doctor moved behind her, a rope in his hand.

"We'll see how we can make you sing for us Angela." The Sergeant grabbed her wrists, one large hand easily able to hold them together, as the harsh rope was twisted around them.

The Doctor was not idle, he let his hand linger on her ass, loving the feel of the soft, silky skin; see her squirm, trying to escape his touch. He gripped her cheek in his hand, holding it tight then releasing it, the red imprint of his hand on her white skin.

"Please, no," she begged as the Sergeant threw the rope over the wooden beam above her, pulling down the other end. He began to pull on the slack, his strength overpowering; Angela's hands began to raise slowly, all eyes on her as she was slowly roped. Her hands were in front of her face, unable to stop him, struggling to no avail except to make her breasts dance for them, embarrassed as they bounced gently. Her arms were now high over her head; Angela had to slip onto her toes before he stopped. The position was already painful, her body now so vulnerable as the Doctor proved, his hand slowly running over her stomach as he pressed against her ass, his jutting cock pushed into her naked cheeks.

The General looked at her young body stretched tall by the rope. Standing on her toes the tight muscles accented in her legs, long and shapely as they moved slightly while she tried to maintain the position. Her large breasts rose and fell with her breathing; her nipples pointed and still hard begged to be touched. He gazed down at her flat abs, past her neatly trimmed bush to take in the prize he sought, her virgin pussy. He could almost make out the pink insides, her labia hiding her treasure, her tightly clenched legs pressed together in hopes of preventing her rape. He picked up the belt, a thick leather belt at least four inches wide, supple black leather that would create a powerful sting when applied. He saw the look of terror on her face when she saw it, his cock jerking in his pants. "Yes, you'll give me your virginity willingly. You may resist at first, but your screams will make me ever harder." He folded the belt in half, gripping it in his large hand. He swung; her eyes closed tight, bracing for the first shock of the belt.

She couldn't believe that he was actually going to do it. But the look in his eyes was enough to convince her. They enjoyed forcing her; the tight bondage prevented her from resisting, this time the rope kept her body dangling in front of them, exposed and vulnerable. She heard the whisper of the belt as it cut through the air. It hit her with a thud, striking her high up on her thighs, slapping at the skin. She felt the pressure but nothing else, just the sound of the thud. "EEEEEHHH," she screamed, the pain suddenly shooting up from her tender thigh to her brain, the incredible pain as it felt like her blood vessels were popping. She danced on her toes, turning her body, her eyes wide open, trying to see where the General was, hoping to avoid another blow like the last.

The Sergeant watched her body jiggle, her tits bouncing as she tried to escape the General, her body turning, trying to move away. He hefted the belt he had in his hand, not as wide as the General's, only two inches wide, but the thinner width increased the pain level, the force of the blow condensed to a smaller area. He swung it low on her legs, hitting her on the calves, almost knocking her off her feet, as she was not expecting another blow from behind her, concentrating on trying to fend off the General.

"YYYIPPE," the sharp sting of the other belt slashing at her calves, jumping forward to escape, the stinging racing to her brain. She twirled around, catching a glimpse of the Sergeant behind her, a belt in his hand, a smile on his face. "SSSSPPLLLAAT," Angela's body pushed forward by the sudden impact on her ass. She twirled around again, confronted by the Doctor, a long leather paddle in his hand, the eight inch wide wooden paddle covered in black leather, sprinkled with shiny, metal studs that stood out. Her butt felt bruised, the unyielding wooden paddle smashing into her tender flesh, the metal studs digging painfully into her flesh. She was already growing tired, each man taking his time to pick out a fresh spot to hit, each time Angela unprepared for it, her body moving around, trying to hide from them, one of them always in a good position to take out their punishment on her. The General caught her on the side of her hip, the belt lashing out on the tender flesh, spinning her around just in time for the Sergeant to lash her thigh, the smaller belt finding its way between her tightly clenched thighs. She was shoved forward as the powerful blow of the Doctor pushed her body forward, the General let the belt slap against her tender abdomen, the leather felt like it cut her flesh.

Angela was beginning to sweat, her toes cramping as she danced around trying to hide from the next blow but each time one of them was able to find a part of her body unprotected. Her skin stung from the multiple welts the belts had inflicted on her sensitive flesh, her butt felt bruised by the leather paddle so accurately swung by the Doctor. They were getting more accurate with the belts, Angela fearing that the most, getting closer to her tightly clenched thighs, once the smaller belt slapping hard on her bush. Her screams were now hoarse, tiny yelps as she quickly tired.

"Get her attention Doctor, Sergeant get her back," the General ordered, standing in front of Angela. The smacking of the paddle on her ass cheeks shoved her forward, the Sergeant slapping the slim belt against her back, the General waiting until she arched forward, her breasts thrust out. He was ready, the thick leather belt swinging in an arc to slash into her pushed out tits, catching them just underneath, pushing them upward into the air. The look on her face was priceless, the scream ear shattering as her tender breast flesh was stung with the powerful blow.

"GGGODDD, noooot there!" How could they do that, hitting her unprotected and tender breasts? She felt them bouncing up and down from the blow, the heat of the blow burning her flesh. Another slap with the paddle, this time on her thighs drove her forward again. She braced herself for the slash against her back, the Sergeant not disappointing her, the belt catching her up the arms, her tender arm pits slashed by the painful leather. She moved sideways to escape the pain only to turn right into the belt of the General, it swung in anticipation of her movement. "EEEEEHHH," she screamed as the belt tore into her right breast, this time her nipple receiving the brunt of the slashing leather. It felt like they were tearing it from her body, an icy burn, much more painful then their fingers before, she could almost feel it bleeding.

 "No, not with that," she begged, the Doctor in front of her with the paddle. She couldn't turn away, the Sergeant behind her, holding her forward. The Doctor let the paddle move upward and slap at the underside of her breasts, making them bounce as he hit them. They jiggled higher and higher as he continued striking them before rubbing the metal studs of the paddle back and forth over her nipples. They were already hard from the pain, the studs dragging painfully back and forth over the pushed out tips like a rasping file, feeling as it was trying to skin them. They became so sensitive, sure they were raw now.

Her head was thrown back, the Sergeant gripping her hair tightly, arching her head back until she was staring at the ceiling. She felt the paddle slip under her breasts, the Doctor pushing upward, her breasts feeling like they were about to be served up on a platter. She could see the belt out of the corner of her eye, gliding effortlessly through the air. She heard the sickening splat as it slammed into her thrust up breasts, the paddle making them absorb the full impact of the blow. She screamed, the sharp shrill of her voice bouncing off the walls as the intense pain registered in her brain. Her breasts felt like they were on fire. Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to suck in air. "NNNNOO!" She screamed again as she saw the belt flying through the air, this time from the other side, her breasts again its target. She felt her breasts pushed up into the air to meet the leather, the thud of the belt hitting flesh making her stomach sick, the pain following quickly. How could they do such a thing? A woman’s breasts were tender, not to be beaten and whipped. All she could feel was the throbbing and burning of her flesh.

"The nipples, do the nipples with your belt Sergeant," the General wanting her nipples to suffer the painful touch of the thin leather belt.

Angela trembled as they posed her breasts, the paddle used to arch them upward, her nipples prominently displayed, so vulnerable. Her tear filled eyes watched as the Sergeant swung the belt sideways to catch one of her nipples straight on, slapping the hard, swollen tip into her breast flesh. The pain was immediate and intense, the delicate nub slapped harshly with the unyielding leather. She screamed as he moved to the other side, feeling her other breast served up for the terrible belt, posed and prepared for the belt as it swung again, striking the pink tip with unbelievable force. She thought they were going to burst, the pain shooting out from the tips to run up her spine. She felt them throbbing, the pain intensifying, sure they were swollen and bruised irreparably.

"Again," the General ordered, the Doctor using the paddle to lift them up again, the Sergeant accurate in his swing, twice more her nipples were subject to the cruel lash of the leather belt, twice more she screamed in pain as they inflicted the harsh punishment. The General moved in front of her, his hands moving up to cup her breasts almost delicately, hefting the large tits in his hands, his fingers rolling the tips, seeing her cringe in pain as he touched the red, swollen nipples. "It's a shame to ruin such lovely tits Angela. All you have to do is agree to spread your pussy for us and give us all a good fuck." He smiled, hoping that she would still not agree, his cock loving the sound of the leather hitting her young flesh.

Even though she was in such pain she had no intention in giving in, not after what she had already suffered. She wouldn't give up her virginity to the fat General. "Never!"

The General smiled, pleased at her response. His hands slid down her body, over her naked hips now covered with a glistening of sweat, feeling her ass cheeks, warm to the touch, the paddle effectively heating them up. He clenched them, feeling her squirm under his touch. "Give me a piece of rope," the Sergeant handing him a length of harsh rope. He began to loop the rope around her upper thigh, making sure that it was tight, seeing her skin bulge around the thick rope. "Hang it over the wooden rafter," the Sergeant throwing it over the beam and pulling the other end of the rope as it hung down.

Angela was afraid again, her leg already beginning to tingle, the rope too tight. She saw the General smile as the Sergeant pulled on the rope, feeling her leg begin to pull up, struggling to try to stop them, fearing what they planned to do. "NNNO," she screamed as her leg rose up, her foot as high as her other knee, bent outward, her foot hanging uselessly. She could feel her crotch began to spread open, the General moving closer to her, the smell of his cigar breath overpowering.

The General let his hand run up her sleek inner thigh, the satiny skin lightly covered with sweat as she struggled to get loose, her leg shaking, the rope effectively keeping her spread open for him. He moved higher up her thigh, seeing her pussy lips already parted by the bondage, his eyes looking up at hers. "What a beautiful pussy Angela. It would be a shame to have to whip it until you decide to fuck us. But it will make it a more enjoyable fuck, the pain from your whipped pussy lips will force you to dance on our cocks.” He stroked her pussy, running his fingers over the outer lips, pinching them, making her squirm. He gripped one lip and began to spread it back, gazing down as her pink insides were revealed to the evil men. “What a pretty pussy Angela. You liked it when the Sergeant masturbated you, didn’t you?” He let his finger slide up and down her lips, touching her silky skin, feeling the moisture grow as he touched every inch of her inner lips. “Yes, I can feel you getting wet.”

“Smack,” the Doctor slapping her hard on the ass with the paddle, shoving her hips forward, the General gripping her sex tightly in his hand. “Yes, again,” he ordered him, his fingers playing with her sex as her ass was beat with the paddle.

No, she couldn’t be getting wet from the General. The paddle hurt, the metal studs felt like nails driving into her cheeks, but she felt the unmistakable feeling between her legs as the General touched her in places that only the Sergeant had been. His fingers were surprisingly gentle after the brutal beating with the belt. Maybe it was the relief that they had stopped, even though she knew it was only temporary. She could almost enjoy it if it wasn’t for his smell, the stench of his cigar and sweat overpowering. His fingers continued to explore her pussy, fat fingers pulling back her lips, sometimes too harshly, touching her vagina, pushing into the tightly clenched hole, rubbing around the opening, her juices aiding his masturbation. Now she felt the Sergeant behind her, his large hands easily gripping her cheeks tightly, pulling outward, feeling her cheeks spread open, knowing her anus was open and exposed. “Please, not there,” she begged as she felt his fingers move closer to her anus, two thick fingers at each side, pushing in and outward. “AAAAHH,” she moaned as she felt her anus spread open, feeling the burning sensation as her tiny pucker was spread open. She felt a cold, wet finger placed against the hole, feeling her anus spasm on the offending digit, her pussy clenching as she was fingered front and back. She felt so helpless, roped and whipped, her body open and exposed, two men fondling her young body, Angela unable to stop them taking whatever they wanted from her. “UUGGH,” she was suddenly impaled front and back, the General pushing a fat finger into her virgin pussy until it banged against her hymen, the Sergeant thrusting a slick finger into her rectum, massaging the clenching muscle. Her hips jerked back and forth on the duel fingers, driving one inside deeper, resisting, only succeeding in driving the other finger in deeper.

“I think she is ready. It is so much better to get them wet and aroused. The lash of the belt is much harsher when it hits the flesh.” They both pulled from her orifices, her body fighting to keep them, tightening on them as they slid out her wet holes. “Tie up her ankle first,” the Sergeant tying a rope around her ankle, throwing it over the beam, yanking her ankle up higher then her knee, the plane of her sex now grossly exposed.  She opened her eyes in time to see them both step back, their hands brandishing the belts again. She could feel the cool air on her wet sex, knowing that her pussy and anus was spread open wide, defenseless and exposed. She knew it was going to hurt, but she couldn’t even fathom the pain from the first lash of the belt. It almost looked like slow motion as the General swung the thick leather belt up from the floor. It seemed to glide through the air and suddenly disappear from her sight. She felt the thud of the leather hitting her directly between her legs. It seemed to push her pussy lips back, the thick leather sliding inside her lips to strike her tender pink pussy, the rough leather strap slapping at the tender skin so harshly. The pain was sudden and intense, growing dizzy, as her brain couldn’t even comprehend the feelings from her sex. It felt like she was ruined for life, a deep burning coming from deep inside her. She screamed, her throat growing hoarse. “EEEEHHHH,” her chest heaving up and down, dancing on one foot, her other foot hanging uselessly, her crotch so exposed.

The Doctor grabbed the belt from the Sergeant, eager to join in. He let the slim belt slide up from the floor behind her back, Angela unprepared from the new assault on her body. It slapped in the vee of her legs, hitting the unprotected perineum, the tip of the belt moving underneath her to slap between her widespread pussy lips, the slim belt delivering a more concentrated blow to her lips, slapping harshly against one side. Her body jumped forward, her leg leaving the ground, swinging in the air as she screamed again. She turned around to confront him, only to feel the lash of the General again, this time lashing sideways, smashing her pussy lip to one side. Her lips were already beginning to swell, the skin taking on a deep red glow. She swung around again, this time the Doctor lashing downward, the tip of the belt slashing at her slightly gaping anus, the tip of the belt hitting the unprotected hole with a force that seem to drive in inside her rectum.

“GGGod,” she screamed in pain. It felt like a red hot stake was driven up her anus. The tiny hole began to spasm uncontrollably, Angela almost afraid she would have an accident, unable to control her own bodily functions. She felt a trickle of pee run down her thigh, clenching her pussy and anus tight more concerned with the humiliation then the pain of the belt. The belts came quicker now, the two men alternating between slashing at her body, the tips of the belts finding new, unprotected parts of her body each time. She could barely scream any longer, her body a mass of pain radiating from her sex, tears running down her face as she sobbed in pain. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand the pain or how much longer her sex could take the abuse before she was ruined for life. The General stopped, his fingers returning to massage her pussy, Angela jumping at the touch, her pussy too sore, even for a gentle touch. But the Doctor continued to beat her exposed anus, the tiny hole now red and swollen, clenching and unclenching uncontrollably. He even lashed out at her cheeks, red welts making them tender, Angela trembling as she waited for him to return to her anus, a fresh scream torn from her lips when he did. The General had two fat fingers in her vagina, spreading her open, the belt driving her on and off his fingers as if she was fucking them on her own accord.

“Are you ready to consent to fucking us Angela? Will you grip our cocks with your hot, tight little virgin cunt until we cum inside you? Or would you rather we beat that pretty pussy some more?” The slap of the belt between her legs sent her body onto his fingers, almost busting her cherry.

“Please, no more,” Angela sobbed, suddenly surrendering her virginity, unable to stand the pain any longer.

“Tell us what you are going to do Angela,” the Judge urged her, wanting her to say it aloud. The belt lashed out at her again.

“Fuck me!” She screamed in pain. “I’ll fuck your big cocks,” the belt lashing her pussy again. “Take my virginity!”

“Good girl Angela. But first I think we’ll bust your cherry. The Doctor is going to beat your asshole with the strap until you drive your pussy on my fingers and bust your hymen.” The General pushed his fingers deep inside her pussy, twisting them, making her feel his hard knuckles run over her clutching insides. He banged against her hymen, feeling the thin barrier stretching as his fingernails hit it. “Whip her hard!”

The Doctor didn’t need any encouragement, the thought of her taking her own cherry because of him almost made him cum in his pants. He put all of his strength in the next blow, swinging his arm back and then forward, the leather belt striking her asshole with his powerful strength. She screamed, her hips jumping forward, another scream followed, her virginity gone forever.

Her pussy seemed to swallow up his fingers as she drove forward. Her hymen stretched momentarily then tore, her body shuddering, a fresh scream torn from her lips. He felt the moisture on his fingers as they pushed inside her, touching parts of her body that were pure, his fingers turning in a corkscrew motion, fucking her with the two fat fingers. He began to finger fuck her, his fingers coated with blood, the red blood mixing with her juices, her thighs covered with a tiny stream of pink fluid running down her leg. “How does it feel to be fucked with fingers Angela?”

She sobbed, hanging like a piece of meat, her young naked body beaten and abused by the evil men, their cocks jutting out their pants, waiting to rape her. Now the worse part, fucking them as if she enjoyed it, letting them dump their cum inside her body. She was already sore, not sure how she was going to take three of them inside her, sure they wouldn’t care how much it hurt her, probably making it better for them if they could inflict some pain on her as they took her.

The Sergeant lowered the rope, his hand around her waist holding her up, her legs unable to support her. The Doctor had untied her leg, the feelings just beginning to get back into them. “Get cleaned up. We want you nice and fresh when we fuck you.” She managed to stumble over to the sink, finding a washcloth and towel, warm water feeling good on her tortured body. She wiped the dried blood from her thighs, a reminder of her lost virginity. Her sex burned, looking down her labia was swollen and red. She squeezed her cheeks, feeling the throbbing in her anus, sure that she was ruined for life. She washed herself, the warm water doing little to stop the dull ache that the belts had inflicted on her body. She turned around, dreading what she would have to do now. She looked up, all three of them naked now. The General’s fat stomach almost hung down over his cock. It was hard and erect, the head almost purple, his hands stroking the cock up and down. The Doctor was in better shape, not fat, but nothing like the Sergeant. His body was strong and muscular, her abs flat, his butt tight. She looked down at his cock, almost embarrassed at how large and hard it was. She remembered it well, her mouth used to service it, swallowing his abundant cum as they mutually serviced each other with their mouths.

“On the bed Angela. I’m first in that young pussy,” the General moving towards the bed, Angela’s pink ass swaying so seductively before him. He saw her kneel on the bed, her pussy peeking out from behind, her ass thrust up, her anus barely hidden from his gaze. “Turn over Angela,” watching as she lay down on her back, one hand over her sex, her eyes closed tightly, dreading what was about to happen to her. Her body was striped by the belts, red welts on her breasts and between her legs. Her nipples were still swollen from the abuse, perpetually hard and erect. “Hands over your head Angela, show us that lovely body.”

She felt her breasts push up as her arms stretched over her head. She opened her eyes, greeted by the sight of the three lecherous, naked men over the bed, staring at her body, three large cocks bobbing in the air, each eager to enter her tight pussy.

“Spread your legs open for us Angela, let us see that pink pussy.”

She cringed at the command, but obeyed, her legs slowly parting, feeling her lips begin to open, embarrassed at how exposed she was.

“More Angela, spread those pretty little thighs apart more,” the Doctor urged her.

Her legs were almost to the edge of the bed, the men not yet satisfied until her feet hung over the edge, her legs spread wide.

“Spread your pussy open with your fingers Angela, let’s see that pretty virgin pussy.” They didn’t wait, the General’s hands slapping her hard between the legs, his large palm hitting her directly on her spread pussy.

“EEEEH,” she screamed in pain, her pussy already sore from the belts, his hand bringing back the pain. She quickly moved her hands down to her sex, gripped her pussy lips and pulled them back in spite of the pain, the delicate lips sore from the cruel leather belt.

“Wider, spread them wider,” forcing her to pull them back until they were stretched wide, a groan escaping from her lips as she exposed herself for them. “Now your vagina. It’s going to have to stretch to take my cock inside. Use your fingers to fuck yourself. Get wet for my cock.” He raised his hand, Angela fearing another slap to her pussy, pushed a finger inside her pussy. “AAHH,” her finger painful, the tiny hole sore from losing her cherry. She felt her insides clench on her fingers, pushing harder, forcing her pussy to open up, sure that his cock would tear her for life.

They watched her as she finger-fucked herself, their cocks bouncing in pleasure as she masturbated for them, seeing her pussy began to glisten with her juices, getting her ready for her first fucking. The General moved down on the bed, grabbing one of her ankles, pulling it outward, his other hand on the inside of her knee, spreading her out and back. He repeated the procedure with her other leg, her pussy opening up nicely, her legs spread wide, her vagina slightly agape, ready for his cock. “Open your eyes, I want to see you as you get fucked for the first time.” He began to lower his body onto hers, his hands between their bodies, gripping his cock. He began to rub his huge cock up and down her slit, gathering up her juices, his cock leaking as it rubbed on her silky inside, lubricating the head as their juices mixed.

She felt his flabby stomach touch her skin, cringing at the thought of what was about to happen. She shuddered when she felt his hands fumbling between them, feeling the thick rubbery head of his cock rubbing up and down her pussy. God, how would she stand it, being fucked by a pot-bellied man three times her age, her virgin pussy forever taken from her, forced to fuck him as if he were a lover that she craved. She felt the head pushed against her vagina, the throbbing flesh felt huge, trying to shrink into the bed to escape the inevitable tearing that she knew was coming. She felt hands slide under her ass, gripping her cheeks, drawing her up to meet the incoming thrusts of his cock as his fat body began to settle down on hers, his hairy chest rubbing against her sensitive nipples painfully, the air pushed from her lungs as his weight sank down on her. She saw his face move towards her, moving her head sideways to escape, the Doctor moving over to push her face back up, the General’s lips smashing down into hers. The smell of his cigar filled her mouth, his tongue moving around inside, his bad breath making her choke as she was French kissed against her will. She could feel his hips begin to hump against her, the thick cock battering at the entrance to her vagina. His hands gripped her ass cheeks tighter, feeling his fingernails digging painfully into her flesh, forced to push her hips up higher, feeling his cockhead begin to breach the opening of her vagina. His body continued to crush hers, moaning as his cock slowly pushed her vagina open, his hips pushing in and out, each time with more force, each time the head slowly sinking into her virgin hole.

He loved the feel of the young girl beneath him, her tight body fighting his cock, his chest rubbing over her hard nipples, his tongue bathing the inside of her mouth. His fingers moved inward, pulling apart her cheeks, her wide spread legs unable to stop him from finding her tiny anus, unprotected. She struggled harder when his fingertip touched her hole, forcing her pussy to suck his cock deeper inside her as she arched up to avoid the probing finger. He heard her gasp as his cockhead punched inside her hole, her vagina gripping the thick head like a giant rubber band.

It hurt, hurt bad, his cock stretching her virgin pussy, his finger probing at her anus, forcing her to drive her pussy up and down his cock as his hips began to fuck her. She could hardly breathe, his lips locked to hers, his tongue continuing to run inside her mouth, the smell of cigars and bad breath making her gag, the thought of his cock inside her pussy making her sick to her stomach. His hips seemed to force her legs out wider, her crotch feeling as if she was being split up the middle, the cock slowing punching into her body with sharp jabs. The spasms of her pussy made it hurt even more, tightening up on the hard, thick cock that seemed to touch everywhere inside her once virgin passage. It seemed to drag her insides out when he pulled back, his finger forcing its way inside her anus, snuggling inside her rectum, rubbing the clamping muscle as he continued to fuck her, forcing her pussy down on his thick cock. She could only twist her hips to try to escape the brutal fucking, but she only succeeded in giving him a better fuck.

He finally pulled his mouth from hers, hearing her suck in air, his hands under her ass, one fat finger digging into her anus as she squirmed beneath him. He fucked into her hard, hearing her gasp as over half of his cock was fucking in and out of her pussy, her tight, hot teenage pussy gripping his cock, bringing him so much pleasure. He shoved harder, trying to drive his cock into her like a dagger, hearing her moaning in pain, his cock jerking in pleasure at her pain. He stuck two fingers in her asshole, feeling her anus stretched wide around his fat fingers, his hips driving hard inside her, her ass rising up to escape the cruel finger fucking of her asshole.

“Hurts,” she cried, “EEEEHHH,” his fingers tearing her defenseless asshole, her hips shooting up, his cock punching deep inside her bruised pussy, burying his cock hard against her cervix. His cock seemed to move every which way, touching places that shot pain into her spine, pulsating and jerking inside her as her pussy clenched in pain on the thick flesh. This was not how she thought she would lose her virginity, a gentle lover in a romantic setting, instead forced to fuck as two others watched her, their cocks hard, knowing they would be next inside her. His fat stomach was slapping noisily against her stomach, his heavy balls swung against her perineum, his cock pulling out then pushing back in, making her take the full measure of his cock, the thick cock sliding up and down her pussy with abandonment. She heard him yell, felt his body shudder as he drove his cock deep inside her, feeling it jerk and shudder. Suddenly she felt the wetness, knowing that he was cumming, filling her with his vile cum deep in her pussy. It seemed to shoot forever, his cock beginning to fuck her again, his cum dripping out of her pussy as he pulled out, shoving back in, the sloshing of his cock on her soaked pussy ringing out in the room.

He finally slumped down on her, crushing her with his weight, feeling her pussy began to push him out. He felt it slip out, getting up on his knees, seeing her pussy dripping with his cum, running down the insides of her thighs. He got up, the Doctor eager to take his turn, a washcloth in his hand, pulling her legs apart, her pussy washed quickly.

“No, it hurts too much, don’t do it again,” she begged, but the Doctor was already between her legs, pulling them out again, his hips pushing against her, his cock placed against her hole. “AAAGGG,” she screamed out in pain as he forced his cock inside her with one powerful thrust, not caring about her pain, wanting only to feel her hot teenage pussy wrapped around his cock. “Not my asshole,” she screamed as his hands crawled under her cheeks, sliding along her crack, now wet with the Generals cum until he found her asshole. The next time he thrust in, his finger joined in, shoved deep inside her asshole, past her rectum, entering her colon for the first time. It burned, his finger twisting and turning inside her, his hard knuckles rubbing her anal tract, his cock fucking her like a madman, his cock plunging in and out.

He enjoyed the way she screamed and twisted beneath him, her pussy so tight around his cock, her clenching asshole and pussy gripping his cock and finger as she suffered the duel ravishment of her body. He kissed her, his lips locked to hers, his tongue inside her mouth, twisting his finger painfully in her asshole until she relented and tongued him back. He lowered his head until his lips gripped one of the tits, his teeth nibbling on her nipple, feeling her back arching up in pain as he ground his teeth back and forth on the hard nipple, pinching it painfully. He fucked her for five minutes, the groans and moans escaping from her lips driving him to greater cruelty on his part. She was sweating beneath him, her hips forced up and down by his finger in her asshole, sawing in and out with each thrust.

Finally he shoved inside her just as the General did, bathing her pussy with his load of cum, the hot semen spraying her insides. Her pussy pushed his rapidly shrinking cock out, the Doctor getting up from between her legs.

The Sergeant moved over to Angela, grabbing her legs, spreading her open so he could clean some of the abundance of cum from her pussy. He pushed the washcloth inside her, seeing her cringe in pain as the rough washcloth ran over her tender insides. He saw the look on her face as his cock bobbed in front of her, larger and thicker then the two that had visited her pussy before. “Yes, give me a good fuck Angela and I will make you cum.” He grabbed her ankle, pulling one over her head, bending her body in two, her pussy drawn up, his cock ready to plunge inside her. He rubbed his cock over her vagina, the tightness of her legs would make her even tighter. He saw her anus, now swollen and red, the belt and the fingers taking its toll on her tiny hole. That would be another time, his cock would give her such delicious cramps when pushed into her asshole, massaging his cock so nicely.

At least the Sergeant was handsome, his cock so hard, not like the others. He shoved inside her, her legs held tightly together as he took her, raped her with his cock. It tore her insides, her ass twisting and turning, trying to escape the sword that buried itself inside her. She could only moan in pain as the Sergeant began to fuck her, fuck her hard, his powerful hips able to drive his cock inside with hard, brutal thrusts that banged his long cock against her cervix. Her pussy was so sore, battered by three cocks now, too many for a virgin, none of them caring any for her pain, in face that seemed to enjoy making her scream, the Sergeant’s cock doing a good job of it. She felt so pinned, doubled over, unable to do anything except lay their and take the rape of her body. She shivered in fear when his hands slid underneath her, feeling his fingers tapping at her asshole. “Do you want me to finger your asshole Angela?”

She knew what he wanted her to say, “yes,” she lied, feeling his calloused finger rubbing over her anus. She held her breath until she felt the pressure against her asshole, his finger suddenly popping inside her asshole, her hips shooting up, driving his cock painfully against her cervix again. He began to ride her hard, his hips slapping hard against her ass cheeks, her tits bouncing up and down from the brutal rape. His finger drove around inside her rectum, making her move about on his cock as he fucked her. She closed her eyes, wanting to get the other men’s faces out of her mind, concentrating instead on the handsome soldier that was fucking her, his tight abs slamming against her with each thrust, feeling his cock drag out, her clit rubbed by him as he fucked her. The thought of being taken so forcefully, his cock stroking her pussy, her body bent submissively in two gave her a tingling between her legs. She began to meet his strokes, driving her asshole down on his finger as he withdrew, a gasp from her lips as one finger became two, her anus burning as it suffered under his duel onslaught.

The Sergeant could feel the change coming over her, her body beginning to fuck back, Angela learning quickly how to fuck like a woman. “Cum for me Angela, cum with my cock inside you,” he ordered her, driving his cock into her harder, her thrusts back at him just as forceful. The fucked for ten minutes, the Sergeant able to hold back, making her take his rock hard cock, making her submit to the rape of her body. How he enjoyed this blonde American girl, how she learned to please him so rapidly. “Now” he ordered her, plunging into her hot pussy with a powerful thrust, rubbing up and down against her, making sure that he was rubbing her clit. She screamed, not from pain, but from pleasure, her eyes opened wide in ecstasy as her first orgasm from a cock inside her pussy washed over her body, her body shaking and shuddering, her pussy clamping down on the cock, refusing to let it go until it bathed her inside with his powerful spurts of cum.

“GGGOOD yes,” she cried, feeling her pussy juicing up, mixing with the cum that was already bathing her insides. They both came together, Angela bringing her arms forward to pull him close to her, her hips moving from side to side as they climaxed. She was exhausted when he pulled out of her, a river of cum dripping out her pussy, running down her thighs to soak the bed beneath her. She turned on her side, sobbing, drawing up her knees, her sex ablaze in pain and pleasure. She cried as the three men quickly dressed and left the room, tomorrow a new day, Christy’s lovely body would be available for torture.





Chapter 5 Torturing Christy.

The General had left mother and daughter in separate cells for the night, the men's sexual urges sated by Angela's fucking, her tight teenage pussy having drained their cum from their balls. But each woke with a hard-on, the thought of what they would do to the American's igniting the lust back in them, they quickly showered, eager to test the sexual limits of the two women.  “Bring Christy in," the General was eager to get started, the Doctor preparing the necessary equipment for her interrogation. The Sergeant entered the cell, Christy shrunk into her cot, trying to hide from him.

"What do you want?" She shivered in fear, her body was still sore from the interrogation, her nipples and pussy lips still red and tender from the bite of the clamps.

"The General and the Doctor are waiting for you in the interrogation room.” He threw her a short skirt, panties and a button down blouse. "Put these on, quickly now or it will be worse."

Christy didn't know how it could get any worse then it already was. "Is Angela okay? Did you hurt her?" She was afraid to ask what she really wanted to know. Did they sexually assault her young daughter?

"Ah, Angela, your lovely daughter. She is fine. She's in a cell down the other end of the hall. If you cooperate, nothing will happen to her. If you fight, she will take your place. Would you like that, your lovely little daughter in the interrogation room with the General and the Doctor?" He laughed, if only she knew what would befall Angela. Tonight she would spend the night in the General's bed, satisfying his perverted lust for the young girl. Angela would be taught just how perverted that older men could be.

Christy began to undress, no longer having any modesty. They had already stripped her naked numerous times, her body spread and used by them. She picked up the panties, sliding them on, the skirt next, a young girl's schoolgirl plaid skirt that barely covered anything, leaving a wide expanse of her legs naked, the plaid blue material clinging to her ass like a second skin. She put on the blouse, not even asking about a bra, buttoning the front, her breasts straining the buttons. Even at her age, her breasts were firm, not quite like Angela's, but she had large pink nipples that were forever hard and erect.

Opening the door of the cell, but not before his hands explored her body, feeling her breasts, the gentle swell of her butt and finally slipping one hand under her skirt, forcing her to spread her legs as he ran his fingers up and down her panty covered slit. "Very lovely body Senora." He could feel her pussy already beginning to juice. "They are waiting." He followed her down the hallway, his eyes on her ass, swaying seductively in the short skirt. The outfit made her look ten years younger, made her look like a little fuck toy for an older man.

"NNNOOO! NOO!" She entered the room, it was even worse then she expected. There was a hum coming from a large machine in the center of the room, a large console with red lights and many gauges. Wires came from the machine, ending in various evil objects. There were clamps like the ones that were used to bite into her nipples and pussy lips yesterday. But there were also shiny metal probes, some slim, some very large, all shaped like cock's, a bulbous head on the end, each with wires hanging from the other end.

The Doctor was testing one of the probes, a long wand with a metal ball at the end. He turned the dial up on the machine, the gauge moving up. He pressed it close to the edge of the metal table, a blue flash of electricity arcing out, the sound of snapping electricity ringing out above the steady hum of the machine.

"We will see if you will talk today Senora. You have so much to tell us about the government soldiers. You may say you know nothing, but we don't believe you. Today you will sing for us." He laughed as he saw the terror on her face, the Sergeant in back of her, pulling her arms behind her back, Christy already trying to run.

"We don't know anything, we're tourists," tears already falling from her eyes. "Please let us go," she begged, but she already saw the General moving towards her, the bulge in his pants showing that he was more interested in torturing her then getting to the truth.

His hands were already reaching up to her by time he got to Christy, cupping her breasts, feeling the firm flesh beneath his fingers. "Such lovely tits Senora. Can you imagine what it is going to feel like when the Doctor sends electricity through them? They will dance for us," gripping her firm flesh tighter, feeling the flesh compressed beneath his touch. He pinched her nipples, the hardened nubs pressed against the tight blouse giving him such and easy target. "And the clamps will bite so nicely into these again, this time electricity stimulating them to even greater hardness." He pinched harder, seeing her lips curve in pain.

Her nipples already hurt, the General igniting pain in the already abused tips, the smile on his face telling her that this was only the beginning. She felt his hands slide down, over her hips, the Sergeant tightened his grip on her arms as the Generals hands slid back to her ass.

"I love your ass Senora. Even for your age, your ass is nice and tight. The Doctor has some nice probes for your insides. They will slide in places where you never imagined you will feel such pain, the electricity will turn your muscles to jelly, your body will be unable to control your own functions. And then you will either tell us what we want to hear or we will enjoy fucking your body." The General grabbed her cheeks harder and pulled her hips forward.

"I hope you don't tell us anything Senora, I want to fuck you in your ass, make you dance on my cock," the Sergeant whispered into her ear. "How do you want her Doctor?"

"The Doctor looked up from his machine, Christy's lovely body trembling in fear. "I think the parrot perch would be nice."

"Yes, that is a great idea, Christy's body would be so available for us," the General pleased at the suggestion, his cock throbbing at the thought of Christy positioned that way.

"Sit on the floor," the Sergeant pushing down on her shoulders until she got into position. He went over to the corner of the room, coming back with a long, black metal pole. A set of leather straps were built into the two ends about two feet from the ends. They were stained and worn from use. At then end were two large rings, one on each end. The pole was retractable, able to extend or contract. He moved a large wooden structure next to the Doctor's machine, two large wooden supports shooting up from the color, a metal cradle on the top of each. It stood about seven feet high.

"What's that?” Christy was almost afraid to ask, the name Parrots Perch invoking a nice mental vision, but she was sure that would not be the case. She was sure that she would be placed into a provocative and humiliating position that would allow them access to her most intimate parts of her body. At least she was sparing Angela this anguish, her only consolation.

"You'll see soon enough. Don't be so eager. Your hands first Senora" grabbing one of Christy's wrists, her hand limp in his grip, imagining her struggle once she learned of her fate. He attached a cuff around one wrist a leather strap extending from the end. He brought the bar over, placing it in front of her on the floor. He pushed the strap into the ring on one end, pulling it tight, Christy's arm forced to one side. "Now the other," the cuff attached quickly before she fought, the end of the strap pushed through the ring, the slack taken out of the leather. Her arms were now pulled to both sides, not yet tight again, there would be time for that.

"Bring your knees up," the Sergeant ordered her. He pressed the black metal bar beneath the bend in her knees. Her short skirt had already ridden up high, her panties exposed. "Sweet pussy," he commented. He took one of the straps attached to the bar and passed it around her thighs, just above her knees. He tightened it, seeing her skin compressed beneath the thick, leather strap. "Now the other," grabbing the other strap and binding her leg to the bar. When he finished, the black bar was pulled up tightly beneath her knees.

Christy didn't like it already. The straps were too tight and although she wasn't sure how she would end up, it scared her, the leather straps keeping her knees apart, her sex would be exposed to the evil looking machine.

"Grab the other end," the Sergeant on one end of the pole, the Doctor moving over to grab the other.

She suddenly was lifted up, her legs drawn up when the bar was raised her head and back still on the floor. She struggled uselessly, her arms bound to the end of the bar. She now understood the term parrots perch. She was bound to the pole, like a parrot, her feet not on the perch, but her knees. The blood rushed to her head as she was pulled upside down, her upper body hanging down to the floor, her hair dragging on the ground. Her skirt flipped up, her panties revealed. She felt them tug her over to the wooden stand, grunting as they lifted up high to place the two ends of the pole into the metal grooves at the top.

"Now to get you in position," the Sergeant moving to the straps binding her wrists, tugging on the leather straps, pulling them until her arms were stretched out. Tightening the other side made her groan in pain as her arms were spread too wide. "Help me with her knees," he asked the Doctor.

She felt them pulling out on the ends of the pole, feeling her knees begin to spread apart. The pole screeched as it separated, her knees beginning to spread wider until her crotch began to ache. She was getting dizzy, the blood rushing to her brain, looking at everything upside making her dizzy.

The General looked at Christy. Her legs were wrapped around the pole, effectively pinning her to it. Upside down, her head hung down to the floor, her skirt uncovering her panties, her arms trapped to the ends of the pole. She looked just like a parrot on a perch that had fallen upside down. He let his hands reach down, eager to touch her beautiful body again. He started at her knees, sliding his hands along her inner thighs, the silky skin spread open for his inspection. He moved to the vee of her legs, able to make out her pussy lips pushing out her panties, his hands quickly following his eyes, feeling her body jerk at his touch. He squeezed her lips tightly, a small groan escaping from her lips. He stuck his finger between her lips, pushing her panties in, feeling the wetness already forming. "Christy seems to be getting wet from being bound. Let's see how she reacts to having electricity shot through her sex. Strip her naked and get her ready Doctor."

Christy could only look up as the Doctor began to strip her naked again, noticing the bulge in his pants as she gazed upside down from her perch. Her skirt was first, torn from her body, the Doctor too eager to do anything but rip the material. He looked at her, her panties clinging to her body, the tight panties digging into her slit, her lips prominently display beneath the fabric. He moved down to her blouse, teasing himself, leaving her panties still on. He unbuttoned the blouse, her naked breasts spilling out, the blouse torn from her arms. "I love your tits Christy. I can't wait to work on them, going to love to work on those big, pink nipples." He got a knife from the table, Christy's eyes opened wide in terror. "There just to cut off your panties," laughing at her.

She felt the knife prick her skin, knowing the Doctor did it on purpose, the blade slipping under the side band of her panties, the sharp blade quickly cutting the material. She felt it slip down in the front, the crotch still covering her crotch. She felt his hands on her, her panties sliding through her crotch, rubbing along her pussy lips as he tore them off. She was now naked, her legs spread wide, the bar keeping her knees obscenely wide, her sex open, her pussy lips pulled back. Now the painful part would begin.

The Doctor moved back over to her, a large black ring in his hand. He stuck his fingers in the corner of her mouth, pulling her lips wide, his other hand pushing the large ring gag in her mouth.

"MMGGH, MMHGG," was the only noise she could make, as her lips were pulled wide. She tasted the awful rubbery taste of the gag, the ridge on the inside of the gag pushing into her mouth, pursing her lips into a giant O. She could feel her drool begin to run out of her mouth, flowing down her face. She shut her eyes to keep it from them, the upside position letting the drool roll quickly.

The Doctor stuck his fingers inside her mouth, grabbing at her tongue and pulling it out. The ring gag had a clamp on it, securing her tongue outside of her mouth. "We wouldn't want you biting your tongue."

"Start with her tits," the General urged him, watching the Doctor pick up the shiny alligator clips, long black wires hanging from the end. "Let me get her nipples hard," eager to play with her body, his cock hard. He wet his fingers, bending down, her lovely breasts hanging down, gravity pulling them down towards her face. He saw her shaking her head, knowing the bite of the clips on her tender breasts. He gripped her nipples, his wet fingers stimulating them, blowing on them, feeling them begin to swell in arousal. "She can't help it, her nipples get hard even though she knows they will suffer the pain." He began to pull on them, twisting his fingers as he did, seeing the pink flesh crushed. He pulled them, the brown areolas stretching along with the nipple, the flesh pulled into a cone over three inches long. He let them snap back, watching her lovely breast flesh bounce before he gripped them again, a muffled gasp from her mouth testifying to his tight grip. "They're ready," watching as the Doctor let the clamp move in front of her face, seeing the terror in her eyes as he open and closed them in front of her.

She braced herself for the pain, knowing in advance how it would feel like, the Doctors previous use of clips and weights stretching her beautiful breasts out obscenely and painfully. She knew it would be worse, not only the clip, but also the electricity, afraid of the unknown. She shook her head in pain as he clamp one on her nipple, pulling on it to make sure it was tight, her flesh crushed beneath the powerful clip. It was worse then the other clip, this one pinching her flesh cruelly. She didn't have time to think, the other clip already let loose, her flesh trapped beneath the serrated edges, igniting tiny cuts on her tender flesh, the sensitive tip crushed painfully. The pain ran through her body, her eyes tearing up, her head shaking uselessly, her body banging up and down on the perch, the bondage preventing everything but some useless shaking.

"Step back a bit," the Doctor warned the others, the machine beginning to hum louder as he began to increase the voltage, ready to throw the switch. He hit the switch, Christy's head popping up, her eyes looking like they going to pop out her mouth. The drool began to run out of her mouth as her body began to shake, the electricity running through her nipples and through her body, the charge exiting on the metal bar. Her breasts bounced up and down as if an invisible hand was molesting them, the clips having a hard time staying on as they shook. He turned the dial down, seeing her body slump down, her skin covered with a sheen of sweat. "Again," switching the electricity back on, this time higher, her breasts doing a lovely dance for them again.

She thought she would die, her body racked in pain, the electricity turning her muscles to jelly, pee running down over her stomach onto her breasts, the crackling of electricity as the wetness hit the clamps. Her breasts jumped up and down uncontrollably, Christy unable to control her own bodily functions. She slumped down, the electricity stopped, only the pain of the clips reminding her of their torture. "MMGGGH," she screamed again, the shock of the electricity beginning again, the sounds in her head overpowering the sound of the steady hum of the equipment. It was more intense then before, the electricity ripping through her breasts, feeling like her internal organs were being torn apart. She peed again, the warm fluid running down her body the electricity following the fluid down to her sex, giving her a feel of what it was going to be like when they shocked her sex.

"Very good Doctor," the Generals cock straining his trousers as her body danced to the electricity. "You'll tell us everything we want to know soon. How about her pussy now? I'm going to enjoy this Christy," he whispered into her ear. "It will feel like a giant cock is tearing through your pussy."

She could only shudder in fear as the Doctor began to work on her sex. With the spread of her legs by the bar, she was unprotected, the Doctor pulling her lips out, attaching the alligator clip to one lip at a time, pinching the puffy flesh, releasing it, the powerful clip snapping tight onto her flesh, the serrated edges biting harshly into her tender sex. She cried again as they other clip was attached, the Doctor pulling them both outward, stretching them painfully.

"Now for your clit Christy." The General smiled as he pushed back her clit hood for the Doctor. "Such a lovely swollen bud Christy. Are you excited?" His finger snapped at her clit, arousing it, knowing that the more aroused she became, the more painful the clip would be when it snapped on it.

She braced her body again for the pain, even what they had done to her before was no match for the pain as the clip attached to her clit. It felt like they tore her clit from her body, the tender flesh crushed beneath the sharp teeth, her head shaking back and forth as she tried to block the pain from her mind. It was no use, her sex feeling as if they were stabbing sharp pins in the most intimate parts of her body.

"Doctor, let's give her a feel of the electricity on her sex. Then we can move onto shocking her internally." He smiled down at her, her pussy clamped tightly by the shiny metal clips, the wires running up to the machine as it hummed, charging itself.

Her sweat drenched naked body shook as the first shock hit her sex. Her pussy lips shook as the electricity raced through her body. Her clit felt like it was being torn from her body, the electricity racing through the pinched flesh. Her body slumped when they cut the power, the machine going back to the gentle hum. She thought she would die, the silence broken only by her muffled sobbing, her body still shaking on the perch. She felt the electricity race through her sex again, this time more powerful, her insides cramping, her mind groggy with pain. It felt like hours before they stopped, her body still shaking.

The Doctor moved closer to her. "Are you ready to tell us all?” He didn't wait for an answer, her gagged mouth preventing her response, even if she was willing to give it. First he wanted to explore her body further. He had a nice vaginal probe and also an anal probe that would send the power inside her body.

The General moved to her head, his hard cock out of his pants, lifting her head up into her mouth was lined up with his cock. "Use your tongue on it Christy. Your pain gives me so much pleasure.” He thrust his cock in her widespread mouth, feeling her tongue begin to flutter around the head, knowing she would do anything to stop the further electroshock of her body. "Yes, very good Christy, you learn well. Deeper now," pushing his cock to the back of her mouth, her choking bringing such pleasure to him.

The Doctor picked up the shiny metal dildo. A large helmet on the top of it, shaped like a giant prick, over three inches wide at the head. Even realistic veins ran up and down the shaft. Tiny metal tabs stuck out the side, each capable of conducting electricity up and down the delicate linings of a tight pussy. Even the end of the dildo had a pair of shiny metal balls, beneath them the black wires that ran up to the machine. He let his fingers push back her labia, the darkness of her vagina opening up. He knew that the electricity would make her pussy tighten up, pain doing such delightful things to a females body. He put the head of the faux cock against her tiny opening, not using any lubrication, her bodies sweat more then sufficient.

Her throat was stuffed with the General cocks, her tongue tiring from running up and down the shaft, but knowing that as long as his cock was in her mouth or throat, they wouldn't shock her. Now she had a new pain to contend with. She felt something hard and cold pressed against her vagina. The pressure increased as it slowly began to spread her tight opening, afraid of how large it was. She gagged as the General shoved his cock in deeper into her throat, the terrible feeling of her vagina tearing as the large, unyielding object was not to be denied entrance into her vagina. She could only gurgle and choke on the thick cock that blocked her throat, the burning in her vagina continuing. A powerful push sent the end of the object inside her, feeling her vagina clenching around the thick metal. She felt so full, her throat and now her sex stretched wide.

The General pulled his cock out of her mouth, seeing the disappointment in her eyes as she knew that her torture would begin again. "The Doctor has a lovely shiny faux cock inside you. It is very big as you can feel, but it is also very long. He is going to push it deep inside you until he bangs it against your cervix. Only then will he send the shocks through it, rippling through your tight pussy. If you thought having a baby was painful, it will be nothing like this." He laughed as he stroked her face. "In it goes Doctor," watching as the Doctor slowly pushed the thick metal cock inside her.

She felt her pussy stretching wider, the metal unyielding, her pussy shoved aside, forced to stretch to accept the dildo. It kept going, deeper and deeper, more painful as it slowly sank in, pushing aside all resistance. She could feel the thick head inside her, the Doctor twisting it, making her feel all the ridges, bumps and tabs on it as it plowed inside her sensitive pussy walls. She jerked as it hit bottom, the hard head banging painfully into her cervix.

"Stroke her a bit with it, see if you can get her wet. It will make it so much easier for the electricity to ripple along her cunt," the General encouraging the Doctor.

He needed no further encouragement, pulling the metal dildo from her pussy, the bulbous head dragging her insides as he withdrew. When only the head was gripped by her stretched vagina did he send it back in with more force until the head was smashed against her cervix with a thud that shook her body. The Doctor stroked her over ten times, each time her body jerked back and forth as the monstrous metal dildo reamed out her pussy. "She's ready now," pushing the dildo in tight against her cervix, putting on a glove so he might stroke her with it as the electricity raced through her body.

She didn't believe the pain that shot through her body. It felt like her internal organs were bursting, the metal dildo forced in and out by the evil Doctor, the electricity running up and down her pussy, forcing her to unnaturally clamp down on the rigid tool inside her, increasing the pain. It was worse when he shoved it in deep, the end banging painfully against her cervix, the electricity feeling as if it was shooting out the end, deep inside her like a sword. Her body shook on the metal perch, unable to control her own muscles, her mouth drooling, snot running from her nose as she suffered the electroshock torture. She finally passed out, slumping down.

"Wake her up," the General instructing the Doctor. "We still have her asshole to ream out."

The Doctor ran the smelling salts under her nose, Christy waking up, her body feeling like jelly. At least her pussy felt empty, her vagina no longer stretched out wide. A thick cock was plugged back into her throat, Christy tasting the all too familiar taste of the General's cock. She ran her tongue around it again, eagerly doing anything to try to please him.

The Doctor moved back in front of her again, this time with the anal probe in his hand. It was slimmer then the vaginal probe, but considerably longer and more flexible, made to be able to slip deep into the colon, yet still conduct electricity. To add to the discomfort of the insertion, raised ridges every two inches circled the probe, each different in height and depths, built to stroke the inner anal tract painfully as it pushed inside. He looked at her anus, still a tiny hole, slightly red and inflamed but nothing like it would be when he finished with her. He pushed his fingers on each side of the hole, the probe centered on the tiny star. He began to push, the hole pushing inward, fighting to stop the entry. He pushed harder until her anus finally relented, the metal probe slowly engulfed by her anus, the tiny hole stretched wide to accept the brutal insertion. "Yes, very good Christy." He began to push in, watching as the metal probe began to get slowly swallowed by her asshole, inch by inch of the metal probe sinking in.

It burned, the probe unyielding, her asshole having no other alternative but to stretch and take it in. She felt her rectum fight the invasion of her backside, tightening up on the thick, hard object, trying to force it out. The Doctor continued to push, the ribs slowly exploring her anal tract, the thick ridges riding up and down her sensitive walls, pushing out, then back in, each time the probe pushing in deeper. She felt the cramping begin, the probe straightening out her colon where it shouldn't, the fullness in her stomach due to the probes presence inside her. It continued to pass inside her, too far inside her, Christy afraid she would be torn internally, snaking along her colon, expanding her asshole to accept the hard probe.

The Doctor began to stroke her with the probe, fucking her as if it was his cock, making her take it deep, feeling her body jerk in pain as she was slowly raped by the cruel probe. He pushed it deep inside her bowels, hearing her muffled groans of pain as the probe bore deep into her. "Ready General," waiting for the General to pluck his cock from her throat, the loud gasping sound coming from her as she sucked in as much air as possible. He flipped the switch on the panel, the red lights growing brighter, the gentle hum of the machine increasing. He hit the button, the gauge moving higher, pushing the probe deep inside her with his gloved hand.

It felt like her insides were being ripped apart by the electricity. She gurgled and spit as her bowels felt like they were being burned up from inside, her muscles clenching and unclenching on the steel probe, Christy unable to control her own body any longer. She shook and rattled on the perch, her insides slowly being fried.

"Switch on the clips on her pussy and the dildo," the General ordered, watching as her pussy also received the electroshock. "Now here tits Doctor, make them dance for us," her breasts quivering and jumping as the electricity ran from her nipples into her breast meat. They all watched as Christy's body was devastated by the electroshock treatment. She didn't last long, her mind finally succumbing to the extreme pain and shutting down, unconsciousness settling over her.

The General was sitting on the large chair in his room, the television in front of him showing the video of Christy's electroshock treatment. The muffled sobbing of the girl on his lap made his cock even harder, his bathrobe barely able to contain the large cock.

"If you don't obey, that will be you Angela." He let his hands stroke her body as she trembled. She had her in the schoolgirl outfit, the short plaid skirt riding high up her legs as his hands fondled her smooth skin. Her braless breasts strained the button down blouse, his fingers eager to make her nipples hard again. "Such smooth skin," his hands moving up and down her inner thighs, pinching her tender skin, making her jump around on his lap, her tight ass bringing such joy to his cock as she squirmed against him.

"Don't do that to me," she begged, crying at seeing the incredible pain that they had put her mother through. How could they do such a thing? She saw them stick the probes inside her and then fry her insides until she fainted from the pain. But they didn't stop, bringing her back into consciousness only to drive her over the edge with pain again and again. She knew she wouldn't be able to withstand the torture, willing to do anything to escape it. "I'll be good," she begged. She hated the General, the fat bellied old man, smelly and foul, but she had no choice but to submit to him, almost afraid of what he intended to do to her. They had already forced her to suck their cocks and had taken her virginity by force. She saw the looks of lust on their faces as they shoved the metal probe up her mother's asshole, knowing that she would probably be sodomized by the General tonight. "I'll do whatever you want," surrendering to the perverse lust of the General.

"Yes you will Angela," his hand slipping up her skirt, her white panties visible. "Spread your legs for me," watching as she squirmed on his lap, her legs bowing out, giving his eyes and hands unfettered access to her teenage sex. He let his fingers move up, slipping between her legs, his large hand and fingers easily able to grip her sex, one fat finger pressing her lips aside, slipping down as he pushed harder, seeing her squirm on his cock as he molested her. "Such a nice pussy," his other hand moving up to her blouse, quickly gripping on her ripe tit, crushing it beneath his powerful hand, clenching on her teenage breast, hearing her gasping as she was so rudely fondled by him. He goosed her pussy, making her jump about on his cock as his other hand sought out her nipple, pinching her tender breast flesh until he felt the tip begin to harden beneath the powerful clamp of his fingers.

She felt him push her off of him, almost falling to the ground.

"Kneel down in front of the chair. I want your hot little mouth wrapped around my cock again. Get it nice and hard. You're going to sleep in my bed tonight. You're going to sit on my cock and let it slide up your virgin asshole and then you're going to give me a good ride." He pushed down on her shoulders, sitting up in the chair, pulling back his robe, his large cock bobbing in front of her face. "Stroke it Angela. Then it's going in your mouth."

She had no other choice, her small hands reaching out to wrap them around his large cock, sliding up and down as she felt the hot flesh jerking beneath her hands. She felt the head of his cock leaking onto her fingers, making it easier to stroke his cock, her hand sliding up and down the shaft, two fingers rubbing the head, eager to make him happy, anything was better then the electro torture her mother had endured. She even reached down and cupped his balls, her hand cupping the heavy laden sack, squeezing gently as her other hand continued the forced masturbation of his cock.

"Yes, that is so good Angela, but it is your mouth I want now. Lick the head of it, taste my cum.” He pulled her forward, his hands on her ears as he began to pull her onto his cock. He saw her tongue move out, the wet flesh making his cock jerk in pleasure as he shuddered from her hot breath. "Yes, I remember now what a good cocksucker you are," his cock sitting on her lips, seeing her innocent eyes looking back at him, her lips wrapping around his cockhead. "Take it inside your mouth now. Tighten your lips around it, make it feel like your cunt." He pushed with his hips, shoving more of his cock in her mouth as her tongue continued to try to please him. She hated the thought of him spewing his cum in her mouth again, but if he came, maybe he wouldn't sodomize her. His cock was huge compared to her tiny anus, knowing it would be painful when he ass fucked her, something that he would enjoy especially when she screamed in pain.



Chapter 6 - Angela Spends the Night in the General’s Bed.

The General sat back in the large, upholstered chair, his robe open, his large cock jutting out. He smiled down at the lovely girl kneeling so submissively before him, her body would be his for the night and he intended to submit her to every perversion.

 Angela was on her knees, the fat stomach of the General only inches from her face, his large, brown cock bobbing before her mouth. She knew what was required of her, severe punishment was her only other alternative. She had seen what they did to her mother, seeing them abuse the most intimate parts of her body, seared by electricity as she shuddered in pain. The short riding crop in the General’s hand was more then enough to enforce her obedience in whatever act of perversion he would require her to perform.

 Her blouse was unbuttoned, the General pushing the opening wide so her naked breasts were hanging out, her nipples swollen and red; the General had subjected them to abuse while she was sitting on his lap earlier. His head had moved down, his lips quickly latching onto one of her nipples, sucking it deep into his mouth as his tongue slapped at it back and forth, the rough surface keeping the tender morsel erect and hard. She had squirmed on his lap as his teeth clamped onto her pink nipple, the sharp teeth rubbing back and forth over it, feeling like he was trying to saw it off. His other hand was busy between her legs, forcing her to spread her legs wide, her panties tossed aside so his fingers could play with her pussy lips, pulling and stretching them. He finally grew tired, his hands pushing her off his lap, forcing her to kneel before him, his hand holding his long, hard cock out to her.

 “Time to put it in your mouth my little cocksucker,” he taunted her, waving the purple head of his cock only inches from her lips. “I will teach you to please me with your hot mouth.”

 The riding crop slapped at her right breast, the General accurately hitting her squarely on her nipple, the sharp, intense pain instant. It felt like a hot iron had touched her, her scream making the General’s cock jump before her face. “NO! NO!” She cried out, one of her small hands reaching out and gripping the base of the General’s cock, feeling the hot flesh pulsating beneath her touch.

 The General shuddered as her small, soft hand encircled his cock. Just the look on her face and the touch of her hand was almost enough to make him cum, but he had so many things to do to her body tonight, many loads of cum to fill all of her orifices with to waste it with a simple hand-job. “My balls, grip my balls gently Angela,” teaching her how to please him. “Blow on the head of my cock. Make it shudder in pleasure.”

 She could only perform as he instructed her, her nipple still burning from the lash of the crop, her eyes glued to the instrument of pain, afraid of another lash. She leaned in closer, the ugly purple head of his cock only inches from her mouth, the head already glistening with his terrible tasting precum, knowing that she would be forced to take it in her mouth soon enough, almost gagging at the thought. Her hand went down, slipping beneath him to grab his ball sac, surprisingly hot to the touch. She gripped it, feeling two heavy swollen balls inside, the cock jerking in her hand as she did. He moaned softly, Angela looking up over his fat stomach to see him lounging back as she performed this loathsome act, smiling down at her.

 “Yes, such a good girl Angela,” he encouraged her as he watched her lips pucker and the hot breeze of her breath blow over the head of his cock, her hand gripping the base, her other hand squeezing his balls gently. He struggled not to cum on her face, wanting to feel her lips around his cock first.

Again she blew on it, more precum leaking out the tip, her small hand unable to stop it from jerking up and down in her hand. She saw his hands move down to her face, afraid of the crop again, almost relieved when he dropped it on the chair so his hands could stroke her face. He was almost tender as he pushed the hair from her face, his hands moving back to cover her ears with his large palms, tightening up his grip on her head. She knew it was not tenderness, but lust, eager to control the movement of her head once he had plugged her mouth with his large cock.

“Open your mouth into a big O Angela, your lips will have to stretch wide to take in my cock. And take it in you will,” his hands pulling her forward towards his cock. He had forced her once, the ring gag keeping her open for him, this would be more enjoyable, Angela willingly blowing his cock. He felt some cum leak from his cock as her lips wrapped tightly around the helmet of his cock, her tongue touching the tip, teasing his cum to leak out. “Look at me while you blow me,” he ordered her, her innocent blue eyes staring at up him, tears falling from the corner as she took his cock into her teenage mouth.

The taste was terrible, bringing back the familiar salty, thick fluid that they had dumped into her mouth while she was bound. She could only perform the evil task, her tongue running over the head, the thick fluid mixing with her saliva, feeling like lumps in her mouth. Her lips already hurt, having to stretch wide to accept the massive girth of his cock, breathing heavily through her nose. His hands began to grip her head tighter, pulling her face forward, his thick cock slowly pushing deeper into the hot confines of her mouth. She felt the cockhead push out her cheeks as he began to fuck her face, just as he did her pussy, taking her with the same brutality. It felt so huge in her mouth, filling it, her cheeks bulging as he harshly pushed it in sideways. Her hands were clenched at her sides, afraid of the whip even as it lay at his side.

It was even better then before, this time her lips running up and down his shaft tightly, like a tight pussy as he began to pump his cock in and out of her mouth. Her hot breath and tongue made his cock even harder, over ten inches of hard cock ready to fill her teenage mouth and throat. “Yes, so good Angela. You suck cock like a two-dollar whore,” laughing as tears rolled down her cheeks, her lips stretched wide, her cheeks bulging out each time he rode his cock inside her mouth. “Yes, keep your tongue fluttering along my shaft,” he ordered her. He tightened his grip on her head tighter. “Keep your hands at your side or it will be the whip on your nipples again,” he warned her, ready to stroke his cock deeper into her mouth, ready to make her choke on his cock as he throat fucked her.

She could only kneel submissively as he began to push his cock into the back of her mouth. “GGGGHH,” gagging as it hit her tonsils, her mouth opening wider as she choked, his cock breaching the opening to slide deeper inside. She felt her mouth fill with saliva, her eyes watering, opened wide as she felt her throat being stuffed with hard, pulsating flesh. His hand pushed on the back of her head, forcing her forward onto the cock. “AAAAGGG,” was the only thing that came from her stuffed mouth, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to drag in as much air as she could through her nose, her throat stuffed.

The General pulled her face forward onto his cock, each time forcing more and more of his cock into her throat as she struggled uselessly. Her choking and gagging was bringing so much pleasure to his cock, her throat muscles rippling up and down the shaft and head. He let her off of his cock for a second, her lungs suddenly filled with air, Angela spitting up as she struggled to breathe again. “Back on again slut.” He pulled her back onto his cock, her eyes pleading with him as he filled her throat again with pulsating flesh, her throat spasms bringing such delicious pleasure to his cock. He pumped her head up and down on his cock, taking such pleasure from her.

She suffered under the brutal mouth rape, her throat sore from the constant shafting of his cock, her stomach turning over and over as she continually gagged and choked from the thick cock that plugged her mouth and throat. She thought she would die first, suffocated before he would finally cum. She even tried to run her tongue up and down the shaft, anything to make his cum and stopped the mouth rape, feeling the large vein running up the shaft, hoping to feel his cum pulsating along, finally cumming.

The General could wait no longer, eager to finally dump his cum on Angela. He pulled his cock from her throat, letting her tongue eagerly play over the cockhead, hoping to make him cum and end the ordeal. He moved his hand down, one hand finding a naked breast, fingers finding a nipple and pinching it brutally, the other hand stroking the base of his cock, his helmet the only part of his cock in her mouth. “Grab my balls Angela and keep your mouth open when I cum. I’m going to cum on your face and in your mouth.”

At least it would end, the final degradation of dumping his cum on her face and in her mouth as if she was a street whore. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, Angela opening wide, her tongue out, ready to receive the bitter, salty cum. He stroked his cock in her face, Angela squeezing his balls, feeling the cum ready to shoot out. She looked at the end of his cock, the tiny slit suddenly opening, a thick ropey load of cum flying out as if in slow motion, the hot crème landing on her nose with a loud thud. She could feel it begin to run slowly down her nose before a second load of cum shot out, this time the General eager to fill her mouth, her tongue out ready to satisfy his depravity. Her nipples hurt, his fingers brutal, pulling and stretching it as he bathed her face with his cum.

The General shot the next load into her mouth, landing deep inside on her tongue, her face masking the foul taste that filled her oral cavity. He pumped harder, finally extracting a third and final load of cum, running over her lips and chin, the white, milky substance slowly running over her youthful skin. He let his finger run over her nose, scooping his cum on it. “Lick it off.” He made her take the cum from his finger, shoving it into her mouth to mix with the rest, Angela gagging, unable to swallow. “Lick it clean.” His cock found her mouth again, his shrinking cock slipping inside.

She suffered under him, bathing his cock, licking the foul tasting cum from the soft cock that sat heavily in her mouth. She felt the thick fluid finally go down her throat, into her stomach, the taste still lingering in her mouth. She felt his limp cock twitching inside her mouth wishing he would take it out.

The Judge finally let his cock slip out her mouth, leaving a trail of cum glistening on her lips as he withdrew it. “You learn quickly to please Angela. Now stand up and slowly strip off your clothes for me. Tease me and get my cock hard again. Then it’s off to bed to fuck.” He laughed at the look on her face as she stood up, her sweet innocent face now covered with a shiny glow, his cum beginning to dry already.

The General had turned on the radio, a fast Latin beat ringing out in the room. “Now strip and dance for me.” He sat back in the chair, his robe still open, his fat stomach and his limp dick clearly visible.

Angela let her hips begin to roll to the music, picking up the Latin beat, her naked breasts bouncing as she performed the strip tease for him. She pulled the blouse from her shoulders, the position thrusting her breasts out, her nipples still erect. She grabbed the end of her short skirt, letting it slide up and down her naked legs, each time showing more of her thighs until finally raising it up to show her pussy, her panties had been taken from her long ago, huddled in a ball in the corner of the room.

“Yes.” The General clapped as she performed the lewd act for him. “Turn around and let me see that nice ass.”

At least her back was to him as she let her ass sway back and forth sensuously, teasing him with her skirt, letting it slide up over her naked cheeks then back down again. She finally let it slide up to her waist, her naked ass pushed out towards him as she wagged her ass as if she was a trained dog.

“Bend over Angela and spread your legs. Let your skirt stay up high. I want to see that tiny little asshole.” He waited, slapping the riding crop on the edge of the chair, the resounding ring in the room making Angela jump, bending over quickly, getting into the provocative he required of her. “Ass up in the air and spread your legs wider.”

The sound of the whip scared her. She jumped, quickly getting into the position he wanted her in, knowing how obscenely it must look from behind, her ass thrust up, the spread of her legs allowing her cheeks to relax, sure her anus was completely exposed. She was afraid of what he might do tonight, hearing them talk of her asshole, of sodomizing her, fearful of the pain as something as large as his cock would be if shoved into her tiny anus. She arched up higher, exposing herself more to him, her legs widely spaced, the cool air of the room on her exposed sex. She looked back between her legs, seeing him on the chair, his eyes glued to her sex, his hand stroking his already hardening cock. No, she thought of him fucking her again.

The General stood up, his cock jutting out in front of him, the sight of her tiny asshole making him instantly hard. “Take off your skirt and then on the bed Angela. It’s time to fuck.” He watched as she let the skirt fall to the floor, stepping out of it, naked for his pleasure. She was so beautiful, her naked breasts standing out so firm, her nipples still hard. Her hips nestled the sweetest pussy he had ever seen, a touch of a bush highlighting it. He picked up a rope, moving towards the bed. “I’m going to tie your wrists to make sure you are in my bed all night. I often wake up with a hard-on that your lovely body will satisfy. On your back, hands over your head.” He watched as she stretched out her naked body on the bed, fighting the urge to jump between her legs and shaft her with his hard cock.

She shivered in fear as she pulled her arms over her head, holding her wrists together as he moved towards her with the cruel rope in his hand. His cock was almost in her face again as he bent over her, tying the rough rope around her wrists three times before pulling the end of the rope through the headboard, pulling it tight until her wrists were drawn tightly back. She yanked on them, no play at all in the rope; her arms were bound tightly, unable to escape. She feared him now, completely defenseless, knowing that he would soon be driving his hard cock into her young body again and she was powerless to stop him.

The General let his hands run down her body, over her heaving breasts, forcing her to spread her legs so he could draw two fingers up and down her slit, making her wet. “Get your pussy wet for me Angela or it’s going to hurt when I fuck you.” He plunged two fingers into her vagina, her ass rising up from the bed in pain, her legs spreading wide, hoping to relieve some of the pain of the brutal finger fucking. “Make your pussy crème for me Angela.”

She just couldn’t get wet, no matter how much he fingered her. She shook her head back and forth as he continued to plunge in and out of her dry vagina.

“If you wouldn’t get wet, at least make my cock hard. Raise up your ass from the bed and keep your legs spread.” His voice was demanding, his hands helping her get into the position he required.

Angela didn’t know what he was going to do, letting him move her body any way he wanted, afraid of him, bound and helpless. He spread her legs wider, making her lower body rise up from the bed, her sex now grossly exposed and the highest point of her body. She knew her pussy was exposed, afraid of what he would do to it.

He lightly tapped her inner thighs, slapping at the tender skin, seeing it turn red instantly. Each time he slapped, she was forced to spread her legs wider and wider. Finally he had her where he wanted her. He let his hand raise back and then swing forward, a loud resounding slapping of flesh ringing out in the room as his powerful palm of his hand slapped harshly against her spread pussy.

“GGGGOOODD, EEEEHH,” she screamed in pain, the sudden rush of shooting pain hitting her brain as she suddenly realized what he had done. He had spanked her pussy, his hand slapping so hard she thought she was being pushed out of the bed. She saw him swing his hand back again. She shouted, “No! No! Not again, not there!” The sharp pain returned again, her delicate inner pussy lips receiving the brunt of the slap. She was afraid of him, keeping her body in the spread position, her pussy defenseless against his spanking.

The General slapped her three more times before stopping, her sex now red, his cock now jutting out, rock hard, ready for another fuck. “On your hands and knees Angela. My cock wants your sweet pussy wrapped around it.”

Angela turned over onto her hands and knees, ashamed at how exposed she was, humiliated at being placed in the doggy position. His hands moved her body around, positioning it for her debasement.

The General let his hands slid between her thighs, pushing out on the tender flesh, shuffling her knees to spread out farther and farther until he was pleased with the way her sex and asshole began to spread open. “Good girl, I like your legs wide open like that, ready for a good fuck.” He placed his hands under her abdomen, drawing her body up into the air, arching her butt for his pleasure. “Get your ass into the air,” he ordered her. He pushed her hips side to side. “Wag your little tail doggy,” laughing as he teased her, seeing her face turn red in shame. “That’s good, that’s the way little girls should be. On their hands and knees, their plump little ass up in the air, their legs spread wide, ready for a good fucking.”

He kneeled on the bed behind, throwing his robe to the floor. He scooted forward, seeing Angela turning her head to see what he was doing, his hand on his hard cock giving her the answer. He pushed between her legs, his hands gripping her hips tightly, raising her young body up higher, her sex grossly exposed, her pussy open and waiting for his hard dick. He rubbed his cockhead up and down her slit, hoping to get some crème from her pussy, pushing apart her lips. He went all the way from the top to her asshole, feeling her shudder when his cockhead rubbed over the tiny hole. If she could only guess what he was going to do, she would be screaming now. There would be time for that later. First he would get his cock wet, ready for her asshole.

“AAAGGH,” she grunted as she felt the General place the tip of his cock against her vagina, his hands on her hips readying her for the first, painful plunge inside her once virgin pussy. The first thrust hurt, her pussy still sore from the previous rape by the three of them. . It felt like a dagger being shoved into her body, but his hands held her still, digging into her flesh.

It felt so good, her tight pussy squeezing his cock so hard he wasn’t sure he would be able to get it all inside her. But he would try, forcing his cock to plunder her treasures. “Relax your pussy, you’re going to have to take it all.” He plunged in deeper, pulling out, then thrusting back in again. Always going deeper, a grunt shoved from her lips each time, her breasts swinging back and forth as he rodded her on his steel cock.

All she could do is moan and grunt in pain as he took her brutally. Finally he shoved in deep, his fat stomach slapping against her ass cheeks, Angela knowing that he was in as deep as possible. She felt so full of cock, the pulsating member, jerking inside her as he held her submissively, using her pussy for his pleasure. She felt something wet and hot touch her asshole, looking back, seeing the General spitting on her ass. “What are you doing?” She was afraid.

The General used her confusion to take his thumb and press it against her asshole, his saliva aiding the entrance, slipping inside her rectum as her head shot up in pain, a sharp scream from her lips.

“No! NO! Not there, please no.” She pushed back on his cock, letting her pussy slide up and down his shaft. “I’ll fuck you real good.” Her hips began an urgent fucking, hoping to distract him from perverted act he was going to perform on her. His finger hurt, the thick thumb turning back and forth inside her rectum, her muscle attempting to push it back outside. She was afraid that it would be his cock next, afraid he would attempt to sodomize her.

Her pussy felt good, her sudden ardor in pleasuring him almost worthwhile, but he still wanted his cock sheathed inside her asshole. He grabbed her panties from the side of the bed, reaching over and pushing them into her mouth, his fingers pushing the soiled garment deep into her mouth. “Don’t want your screams to wake anyone up.”

His cigar stained fingers tasted bad enough, her soiled panties making it worse. He had gagged her, his intentions clear. He was going to push his cock up her backside. Both of them now knew how painful it was going to be. She shook her head back and forth, her hands tugging on the headboard, hoping to somehow persuade him from the evil task he was going to inflict on her body.

He stroked her face, his hips still sliding his cock in and out of her tight pussy, his thumb screwing painfully up her backside. “Relax Angela. It’s going to happen. Try to relax and push out with your asshole. It will make it easier.” He pulled his cock out, glistening with their juices, rock hard at the thought of being encased in her virgin asshole.

She shuddered as she felt the fleshy touch of his cock on her anus. It felt huge, her anus still wet, still throbbing from the wet thumb he had so brutally shoved inside her, opening her up for bigger things. She screamed into the panties plugged into her mouth, only a muffled sound escaped that could barely be heard outside the room. It felt like he was tearing her asshole, the burning pain as his hands pulled her onto his cock, the thick, hard cock sliding inside her, tearing and spreading apart her anal tract as it bore into her rectum. She couldn’t control her asshole, spasms making the pain worse, squeezing it tighter in pain as the thick head bore relentlessly inside her. She bucked up and down, only succeeding in driving more of his cock inside her asshole, the painful sodomy continuing.

The General fought to not cum, wanting to bury his cock inside her colon, wanting to stroke it in and out of her asshole, making her take the sodomy, pleasuring his cock like only a tight, virgin asshole could do. He pushed in, fighting her tight body, pulling her up onto his cock, sheathing it inside her anal tract. Her insides fought his cock, pressing and pushing on his cock, trying to push it out, his hard cock much more powerful, her muscles doing nothing but giving him greater pleasure. “I love your hot, tight asshole, Angela. How is your first ass fuck?” He laughed, plunging his cock in deeper, her head shooting up in pain as his cock snaked inside her colon. “Push out on your asshole; it will make it less painful.”

It felt like a sword was being shoved up her backside, ripping and tearing as it plundered her flesh. Her stomach cramped, full of hard cock, her body shaking in pain as the General held her hips tightly, keeping her in position for the maximum thrust inside her. His cock became more urgent, sliding in and out, slamming against her inner walls, sharp pains shooting through her body, the burning continuing, her anus felt like it was torn and bleeding, fitted tightly around the shaft of his cock, rubbing it up and down like a hand masturbating him.

He finally pushed his cock all the way inside her, his balls slapping against her pussy from behind. He made his cock jerk and throb inside her, ready to cum. First she would have to suffer a fucking. He pulled his cock out slowly, fighting her muscles clench tightly, almost as if she was trying to keep his cock inside.

It felt like a vacuum cleaner, her insides being pulled out as his cock pulled out. When only the thick head was keeping her anus spread for him, he plunged back in again, a muffled scream torn from her lips as he tore his way inside her again. He didn’t stop until he was deep inside her, her spasms of pain and cramps bringing him so much pleasure as they rippled along the shaft of his cock. He began to fuck her, making her take the full measure of his cock, his fat belly slapping noisily against her up thrust ass cheeks. Her body was buffeted by his powerful thrusts inside her, Angela grabbing the headboard to keep from banging her head on it. She thought he would never stop, his hands gripping her hips so tightly, pulling her back onto his hard cock, never letting it slip out, each time driving it deep inside her. His cock seemed to get bigger, the fat cock stretching her asshole, feeling like she would be torn forever.

The General couldn’t wait much longer, his cock ready to spew his semen deep inside her. His hands reached around to grasp her hanging breasts, his large hands easily encircling them, his fingers tightening on them. He thrust his cock in one last time, trying to drive it in as deep as possible, her muffled grunts of pain making his cock jerk around her colon in pleasure. “Squeeze my cock real good Angela. Or I’ll fuck your asshole all night long.” He laughed pulling his cock out again, feeling her muscles tighten on his cock. “Yes, now take it deep and make me cum.” He shoved in, his cock beginning to shoot as he tore into her colon.

It felt like a sword being shoved up her ass and now she felt him dump his hot cum in her bowels, the salty fluid burning her abraded anal tract. It felt like his cock would come out her mouth, his hips trying to drive it through her body. It continued to spurt in her bowels, throbbing and jerking, the General moaning in pleasure at her suffering. The withdrawal was just as painful. Even though his cock was already softening, it dragged slowly, finally her rectum muscle forcing it out with a loud pop. She slumped down on the bed, collapsing in a heap, exhausted from the brutal sodomy. The General lay down next to her, his wet, limp cock pressed against her ass cheeks.

“Sleep my little whore. I’ll wake you with my hard cock,” laughing as he drifted off to sleep.

Angela woke up suddenly, barely able to breathe. She felt a heavy weight on her back, strong legs pushing out on her tender thighs, spreading her legs until she thought she would split up the middle. She smelled the stale cigar breath, the night before suddenly coming back into her mind. She tried to scream, but the panties were still stuffed in her mouth, soaked with her saliva. She felt the Generals hard cock being shoved up her asshole again, relieving the painful sodomy he had inflicted on her the night before. It took him much longer this morning, over twenty minutes of thrusting in and out, tearing his cock deep into the recesses of her bowels before finally spilling his hot cum in again.


Chapter 7 - Mother sees her Daughter Taken.

Angela was at least relieved that she was allowed to shower, the door closed, the warm water running down her body. Her sex was sore, especially her butt. She ran her fingers over the hole, feeling how swollen it was, the burning continuing. The General had been harsh with her this morning, his fat body smothering her, his hips just a blur as he fucked her asshole with his hard cock. He had taken so long to cum; Angela finally forced to squeeze his cock with her asshole, anything to end the painful sodomy. The General loved it, spurring her to continue pleasuring him with her tight muscles as he fucked her. It still took twenty minutes, twenty long minutes of his stroking cock burying deep inside her bowels, finally unleashing a torrent of hot, burning cum deep in her guts. She almost vomited when he came, abused and soiled, as she became a receptacle for his foul semen, his body limp on her, her asshole finally squeezing out his limp cock with a loud pop.

She jumped, the loud banging on the door, scaring her.

“Get your ass finished and get out her. Naked!” It was the Sergeant’s voice, stern and loud, not used to waiting, especially for a female. His cock was hard, but it would have to wait, but not for long. She was to be taken to a special room this morning, her body made available to a number of men, including him. Her mother would get to watch, see how much of a whore they had turned her lovely daughter into, willing to do anything to escape the pain, easily manipulated to cum almost on command by the Sergeant.

 Angela dried herself off quickly, knowing the Sergeant was not a patient man, but she also felt a strange desire. He had made her cum, often when she fought the urges, unable to withstand the skill of the Sergeant in arousing deep lusts from within her teenage body, his long cock extracting such pleasures from her body, giving as well as taking pleasure. She opened the door, the Sergeant staring at her as she moved into the room, the bed stained with the General’s juices from fucking her body last night, embarrassing herself in spite of being raped by the fat General.

 The Sergeant rubbed his cock through his pants, watching Angela’s eyes follow his hand down to his throbbing member. “Yes, this will be for you today Angela. We are going to have so much fun fucking your lovely body.”

 “Please don’t rape me again,” she begged the Sergeant. “Let me fuck you. I’ll do it real good. I’ll make you cum. Just don’t let the others touch me, especially the General.” She began to sob, the thought being raped still fresh in her mind from last night.

 “Yes Angela. You’ll give me a good ride today with your tight little pussy. But the others want to enjoy your hot, tight little cunt too. And you’ll perform for them or I’ll make it very painful for you and your mother. Do you understand?”

 Angela could only nod her head, reconciled to the thought of another day of rape on her young body. The mere mention of her mother secured her submission.

 “Put these on,” handing Angela a pair of bra and panties, black silky garments that would cling to her body, showing off more then they would cover. A pair of high heels, four inch fuck me heels to show off her legs and ass. A short black dress would cover her up temporarily, the Sergeant sure that it wouldn’t last long.

 Angela slipped into the clothes, the bra clinging to her flesh, her nipples poking through the thin material. She pulled the panties up her legs, sliding it over her ass, the material clinging to her body like a second skin, every bump, ridge and lump in her body highlighted by the panties. She put on the heels, balancing precariously for a minute before she got used to them. She pulled the dress over her head, smothering it down over her body at least grateful that she was at least temporarily covered, even though it did only reach high up her thighs. If she bent over, it would ride up high over her ass.

 The Sergeant moved closer to her. “Such a lovely girl and a delightful body.” He moved close to her, his lips moving in and kissing her, his hand holding the back of her head, forcing her to reciprocate, his tongue entering her half open mouth as she French kissed him back. His hand roamed over her ass, squeezing one of her cheeks with his powerful hands, driving her pussy into his hard cock, grinding on her with his pulsating flesh. He moved away from her. “Let’s go, the others are waiting.”

 She let herself be led down the hall, the sound of her heels clicking on the hard floor. The Sergeant watched her body as she walked, his eyes staring at the gentle bounce of her breasts, looking lower to catch the sway of her hips accentuated by the high heels. She would have almost felt proud of her body if it wasn’t the fact that she was going to be raped.

 Christy was taken by the Doctor from her cell, ushered into communal showers and given five minutes to bath. She quickly let the water wash away the pain and torment of yesterday from her body, the Doctor waiting not so patiently, his eyes devouring her naked body as she tried to shower quickly. He threw her a towel, her allotted time reached. She tried to wrap the towel around her body, the Doctor eyes signaling his disapproval.

 The Doctor brought Christy into the room. It was larger then the others, one wall covered almost all in glass, shining directly into the connecting room. “It is one-way glass; the occupants on the other side will only see their reflection.” The other room had a variety of bondage furniture as well as a traditional bed, or more aptly, a mattress spread out on the floor. Whips, belts, dildos, clamps and chains were spread around the room, instruments of torment to use on the unwilling visitors.

 Christy looked around the room she was in, similar to the other, a room fit to inflict pain and torment on the occupants, the Doctor’s smile a dead giveaway that she was going to be sexually tortured again. She was not sure of the purpose of the other room, unwilling to even fathom the thought of them brining in Angela there, still clinging to the belief that she was not sexually abused, each day the thought more difficult to belived. She turned to see the General enter the room, his eyes quickly staring at her naked body, Christy putting one hand over her crotch, still embarrassed at being so completely exposed. She didn’t even dare to ask what was going to happen; her mind couldn’t even fathom the depths of their depravity.

 “Over here,” Doctor pulling her over to a large chair in the center of the room. It was bolted to the floor, an imposing wooden structure that was built to hold the occupant securely. It had a tall wooden back, slats lining it. The arms were made of rugged, thick wood, heavy metal brackets securing it to the chair. The seat was almost non-existent, the chair not built for comfort but availability, it left the underside of the occupant almost completely exposed and accessible. It was aimed at the glass wall, affording an impressive view of what would transpire in the next room.

 Christy found herself being pushed into the chair, a tiny slat the only thing that kept her ass from sinking to the floor. Her arms were pulled straight up over her head, the Doctor securing them to the tall back of the chair with a pair of leather cuffs securing attached to the structure. She didn’t have time to protest, the General securing a three inch leather belt around her waist, yanking hard on the end, her stomach depressed severely as he tightened it. At least it kept her from slipping to the floor.

 The General kneeled down in front of her, his gaze at her slit. He grabbed one of her legs, his hand pushing in on her thigh as he bowed it out; edging it up until it was almost perpendicular to the arm. He pulled out the two cuffs, the first one on her ankle, securing it to the front of the armrest. He enjoyed her moan of pain as he pressed down on the inside of her knee, securing another cuff on her knee, tightening it until he was afraid of splitting her up the middle. He looked, her sex grossly exposed. He repeated the process with her other leg until she was tied like a spread chicken.

 It was starting already, the pain, her crotch felt like it was ripped, her breathing shallow, the leather strap around her stomach almost cutting off her breathing, her breasts rising and falling as she took short, shallow breaths, already getting dizzy. She felt so vulnerable, spread and bound, unable to stop them from doing anything to her body, knowing that whatever they did it would be painful. Her screams of pain seemed to make their cocks harder, each one always trying to outdo the other.

 Christy watched two soldiers enter the other room, they were young, about eighteen but both of them were tall and muscular almost as if they were football players. They looked at her, Christy realizing they were probably only admiring themselves in the mirror. She watched as they slowly took off their uniforms, seeing the huge bulge in the shorts as they stripped off their pants. Their cocks had to be as big as her arm. Both cocks were already hard anticipating something sexual was about to happen. They let their shorts slip down their legs, the huge cocks bouncing free. They must be over a foot long, Christy had never seen anything so massive. The head was almost as big as a soda can, a dark red, a thick brown ring surrounding the helmet. She could see veins popping out the side, each of the soldiers pumping the massive weapon making it harder and longer. She felt pity for the poor girl that would have to take those big cocks inside her; sure they would render her torn and bleeding.

 “Such fine specimens of soldiers, don’t you think Christy.” They both moved in front of Christy. The General pushed his fingers into the corner of Christy’s mouth, the look of distaste on her face as his cigar smelling fingers probed the hot confines of her mouth, pulling the corner of her lips out. She began to struggle as she saw the whitehead gag, though she probably didn’t know the full extent of it.

 It was shiny metal almost six inches across. It had some kind of ratchets on the ends and as it moved towards her mouth she knew its purpose, the General’s fingers slowly drawing her mouth open for the cruel instrument. She could only gurgle, her head held tight by the fingers in her mouth, her lips already aching. She felt the cold metal push into her mouth, the Doctor so methodically inserting it to the back of her mouth until she felt it lock behind her teeth. Already her mouth was open wide, fearing when the Doctor would begin to open it wider.

 “We don’t want to hear anything from you but groans of pain. And the gag will leave your mouth available.” The Doctor has such things in store for her, a refrigerator filled with cold condoms, each one used by one of his soldiers last night, each one still filled with their cum. Christy would soon love the taste of cum, her stomach filled with the protein laden sperm. And of course she would also be available for a throat fuck, the delightful pleasure of her throat convulsing on their cocks as they raped her mouth, more cum added to her stomach. It would also eliminate her from protesting what would happen to her daughter in the next room. The Doctor slowly spread the gag wider and wider, seeing the look of distress on her face as her lips spread wide, almost looking like they would tear before he stopped. He looked down, her mouth now a gaping hole, able to see all the way to the back of her throat, her tongue fluttering, drool running down her chin.

 Christy couldn’t even protest when she saw movement in the other room, the Sergeant entering the room, shocked to see her daughter follow him in meekly. She was dressed in a short black dress, her legs accented by high heels that were too tall to be comfortable. She had a look of fear on her face, heightened when she saw the two naked men with their jutting cocks. Christy couldn’t hear what was going on but she could make out the look on Angela’s face begging the men, their laughs the answer.

 One of the soldiers stood in front of Angela, feeling the head of his cock against her leg, jerking in pleasure as he eyed her body as if she was a piece of meat. She could see the reflections in the mirror, able to see everything that was going to happen as if she wasn’t there. His hands moved up to her breasts, her arms rising to grab them in protest. He was stronger then she was, his hands completely encircling her young breasts in his palms, his powerful hands squeezing her flesh hard.

 “So this is our little cunt. She has a nice little body. Are you going to fight us little girl? I hope so; it is so much more fun to make you obey.” His hands slid down her hips, moving around to her ass, pulling her into his hard cock. “Nice tits and ass. She been fucked much?”

 The Sergeant moved closer. “Just a few times, mostly by the General. Nobody with a real cock,” he laughed, knowing they couldn’t hear them on the other side. “She should dance nicely on our cocks. And she cums easily.”

 “Why don’t we warm her up first? Bend her over the bar and we’ll see how wet we can make her.”

 Christy could only watch as they dragged poor Angela over to a strange looking bar. It rose up from the floor, higher then her waist, the top at least six inches wide, padded leather, stretching at least four feet long. A similar smaller bar was two inches from the floor, black shining metal, the center worn.

 Angela felt the Sergeant behind her, feeling his cock pressing into her ass, remembering the last time he fucked her, making her cum as he fingered her asshole and fucked her pussy. She almost felt like pushing back onto his cock, but the thought of taking the other two men’s cock inside her after him scared her, their cocks so massive and thick.

 He slid her dress higher up her ass; the stretch of her legs would have torn it otherwise. “Put one leg over her, step up.” He helped her put one of her feet on the raised platform at the end, the wooden block at least a foot high. She had to balance on the skinny block. “Now the other, you’re going to have to spread wide to do it but I know you can do it,” lightly tapping her pussy from behind in encouragement as she obeyed, her panties stretching across her ass as she stepped up on the other block.

She was high up on the blocks, the high heels balance precariously, her legs spread wider then she felt comfortable with, her crotch aching. She felt a hand on her back now, urging her down, making her bend over the bar. The bar was now conveniently located at her waist, her hair falling down in front of her, the blood rushing to her head as she bent submissively in two.

“Grab the bar on the bottom and hold tightly. Yes, that’s a good girl,” patting her butt as if she were a trained dog learning a new trick. The Sergeant looked at her, pleased at the way she was presented. Her ass was arched up high; her legs spread obscenely wide, her panties barely able to hide her naked ass and pussy from behind. Soon they would flutter to the floor, leaving her naked. “Now don’t let go of the bar or you will get even more severe punishment. We’re just going to warm up your ass with a good spanking. It will make your dance on the bed more if it is a little sore. If you move, it will be the belt instead of our hands. Now tell us to spank you cute little ass.”

Christy saw the look on Angela’s face as she turned her head back at the men, saying something, the men laughing. She looked so vulnerable, her butt uncovered, her legs spread wide, exciting the men with the peek at her sex. She could make out her lips of her pussy from behind, the tight panties doing little to hide, everything to accent. Even the crack of her ass was clearly visible, her panties shoved deep between her cheeks, drawing the silky material tightly over her taut flesh. She could only struggle, tugging on the leather that kept her so tightly to the heavy chair, gurgling sounds the only thing that would come from her gaping mouth.

The General pulled his cock from his pants, waving it in front of Christy. “I think they are going to give the little girl a good spanking to warm her up, then I’m afraid they are going to fuck your lovely daughter in front of you. If she only knew that Mommy was watching her. I think you will enjoy watching. She is very tight. I enjoyed her hot little cunt last night and sodomized her this morning. She made her holes nice and tight until I came inside her. I will soon enjoy both of you in my bed, fighting over my affections. You’ll be surprised what a little pain will make you do. Now why don’t you suck my cock while we watch your daughter put through her paces? She has so many cocks to satisfy before they let her go and you will not be disappointed, we have two cocks that will make sure you receive equal treatment, though I think yours will be a little more painful.”

She felt the Doctor move behind her, his hands on the side of her head covering her ears, holding her head up for the cock that dangled in front of her. She couldn’t do anything as the General let his half-hard cock dangle on her lips, rubbing it back and forth, feeling it drip on her dry lips, knowing that he was already leaking pre-cum. She felt him push in, his cock sliding along her tongue, the cock growing in her mouth, the pleasure of her hot breath stimulating it to hardness, growing longer, reaching for the depths of her mouth. She felt it jump when she moved her tongue, unable to keep it still as his hot cock slid over it, throbbing and jumping in her mouth.

“Yes, lap at it with your tongue,” the General ordered her. She hesitated, the General nodding to the Doctor. He saw him move between her widely spaced thighs, a riding crop in his hand. There was a loud slap of leather on flesh, the sudden look in Christy’s eyes as she felt the sudden shock of pain that stung her tender inner thighs. “It might be your pussy next,” another slap of the crop higher up her thigh enforcing her obedience, her tongue quickly moving over his cock, lapping at his cock as if it were a lollypop.

Inside the other room the story was similar. One of the soldiers was behind Angela, the Sergeant whispering in her ear as the spanking commenced. “He has big hands, doesn’t he Angela, I’m sure your ass is already beginning to sting?” He stroked her face as he saw her body jerk in pain each time her cheeks were spanked, the soldier alternating between each one, the sickening sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room. “Can you feel his hand so close to your pussy? Imagine what it would feel like if he hit you on your sex?” The blows were coming faster now, the soldier eager to get on with fucking her, seeing her squirm, bent over the post making his cock throb in excitement.

Her hands were turning white as she gripped the rail, dizzy as the blood rushed to her head, her ass beginning to get sore from the spanking. Each time he hit her she jumped, afraid of him hitting her pussy or wanting him to, not sure which, the Sergeants voice in her ear mesmerizing. He finally stopped, Angela relieved that it was over, afraid of what was next.

“Now hold still, the other soldier wants a shot at your cute little ass.” The spanking commenced again, her body racked with the sudden rush of pain, the new soldier eager to prove that he was better then the other, hitting her harder, hitting her faster. The Sergeant let his hands fondle her breasts, gripping the hanging globes, pinching the nipples into hardness as her body shook in pain. “Maybe we should fuck you on the hard floor. It would really hurt your sore ass and make your jerk around on our cocks nicely, giving us such a nice ride.” She felt her jerk harder, a tiny scream torn from her lips. “Did he hit your pussy by mistake?”

She nodded her head yes, his large hand slipping too low, part of his palm grazing her pussy, the powerful blast smashing her lips. She felt the soldier lift her hips up, posing her ass up higher, having to balance on her toes to keep the position. The tears ran down her face, the blows continuing, her body racked in pain, her cheeks sore and tender, each time subject to the continual barrage of slaps. She trembled each time, fearing another slap on her pussy, almost relived as the hand only punished her cheeks. He finally stopped, Angela able to let her feet go back down, her calves aching from the cruel position.

“You’re not finished yet Angela. I still haven’t had my turn. Now you be a good girl and obey and I will get you wet for your fucking. Unless you would rather have a cock fuck you dry?”

The thought of being masturbated, to get wet so they could rape her repulsed her, yet each time the Sergeant seemed to know exactly what to do to her, each time forcing her to cum. She knew that if she was dry, the soldiers cock would ruin her for life, tearing her vagina forever. Her only hope was to cooperate, hoping she would survive the rape of her young body. “No, please get me wet.” She begged, sobbing as the Sergeant moved behind her.

“I know just what you need Angela. You need to have your pussy spanked.” He saw her turn towards him, the look of shock on her face. “Now raise that cute ass up higher. Just like before, on your toes.” He watched as she stretched up, arching her ass up submissively, his hands on the inside of her thighs, urging them out wider, spreading her legs in an obscene bow, her sex readily available to be spanked.

“BBBGG, GGRR,” the sounds of Christy choking and gagging pleasing the General, his hand holding her face, using her mouth as if it were a pussy, fucking it as the mouth gag kept her opened for his deep thrusts in her throat. He felt her tongue running over his cock shaft, the Doctor enforcing her obedience with slaps of the whip to her thighs.

She couldn’t believe what they were doing to her innocent daughter, the brutal spanking and now the Sergeant behind her, Angela arching her body up as if offering her sex to him, the Sergeant ready to spank her. She cringed when she saw the slap, the Sergeant deliberately striking her pussy from behind, how powerful hand making Angela’s body jerk in pain, his hand forcing her ass up again, forcing her to present her pussy for another slap. He slapped her pussy ten times, each time Angela’s feet moved back down, each time the Sergeant urged her back up again onto her toes, her sex a convenient target. He finally stopped, Christy at least relieved that it was over. But was it true. She could see a spot on Angela’s panties, a wet spot. Could she actually have gotten aroused from having her pussy spanked? She didn’t have time to think any longer, the General forcing her throat down on his cock, her lips pushed tightly against his flabby stomach, his balls resting on her chin. He jerked her back and forth on his cock, Christy knowing what was next. He was ready to cum, afraid of where he would.

Her throat convulsed on his cock, her muscles clenching on his throbbing member, squeezing the juices from his balls. He was ready to cum, but not in her throat. That would be too easy, quickly going into her stomach. No, he wanted her to taste his cum, his salty, thick cum would linger in her mouth for a long time, mixing with all the others that would foul her mouth. He pulled out of her throat, feeling her suck in air, her breasts rising and falling as she filled her lungs again with the valuable air. “Use your tongue on the end of my cock or I will fill your throat again. This time I will plug it until you pass out.”

She had no choice but to obey, her tongue dancing over the tip, tasting the foul cum fill her mouth as he began to cum, pumping his cock with his hand, his knuckles hitting her mouth, smashing her gums into her teeth, blood mixing with the abundant semen that filled her mouth. Her cheeks ballooned out as he came again and again, not even sure where all of it came from, warning her not to swallow until he told her, wanting her to savor the foul tasting cum. The cock was finally pulled from her mouth, glimpsing at what was happening to her little girl.

The Sergeant let his hands roam over her ass and pussy, his fingers finding the wet spot. “I knew you would get wet from getting your pussy spanked Angela. You are such a slut.” He let his fingers slide along the edges of her panties, pushing in on the material, forcing it into a tiny sliver, her ass cheeks revealed, the red skin showing the punishment she had endured. He tucked it between her cheeks, moving down to her pussy. He pulled the panties aside, her red and swollen pussy exposed, her juices glistening in the light. He let his fingers play over her lips, feeling her body tremble as her muscles strained to keep in position for his fondling.

She was drenched, his fingers barely touching her exciting her even more then if he had entered her. The others were behind her, knowing that they were watching the Sergeant masturbating her making it even more exciting. The spanking, while painful was also stimulating, the Sergeants spanking on her pussy almost making her cum, forced to arch up her body submissively for the punishment. “GODDDD,” she moaned as two fingers entered her pussy, the thick fingers finding her wet and eager, her pussy clenching tightly on the digits, drawing them deeper into her body. She began to move her hips from side to side as his fingers continued to thrust in and out, sliding effortlessly on her juices, her body tightening up on them each time they withdrew, trying to stop them from leaving, wanting them back inside her deeper.

Christy couldn’t believe Angela was pushing her ass back on the fingers that fucked her, the three men watching her being masturbated. She could see her red cheeks, knowing they must be sore, not understanding how she could be so aroused by the punishment. The fingers were wet and glistening, testament to her arousal, Angela was not even trying to mask her arousal. Christy was afraid of what would happen when she would be forced to take their large cocks inside her. Obviously she wasn’t a virgin, but her tightly clasping pussy on the fingers showed that she was still tight, too tight to take their cocks without a lot of painful stretching. The Doctors cock was thrust into her mouth, her throat quickly filled with hot, pulsating flesh, the choking and gagging that elicited so much pleasure for the men beginning again, Christy’s stomach churning. The hands holding her head squeezed tightly, feeling like her head was explode, the hot meat in her mouth thrusting in and out, reaming out her throat, forcing her throat to open each time and swallow the helmet of his cock.

“I think she’s ready,” the Sergeant removing his fingers from her pussy, slapping her ass. “Up you go, it’s time to fuck.”

Angela was dizzy when she stood up, she would have fell if the Sergeant hadn’t helped her, his hand gentle as he led her over to the mattress on the floor. She looked, the two other men stroking their cocks, their massive dicks protruding out grotesquely, heavy balls hanging down below. She at least hoped the Sergeant would be the first to fuck her, “Strip off the dress,” the Sergeant helping her pull it over her head, standing half naked in bra and panties, her panties still pulled up between her cheeks, leaving her reddened cheeks naked.

 The Sergeant began to take off his clothes, watching as the soldiers attacked Angela. One of the other soldiers pulled her bra off, yanking it off, too eager to spend much time unclasping it. Her panties were next, quickly stripped down her legs to fall at her ankles. She shivered as she was stripped naked; the two men eying her like a piece of meat, each eager to plunge their cocks into her young body. She was pushed to the thin mattress on the floor, four hands continually running over her body, moving over her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples harshly, pulling and yanking on the tender tips until she yelped in pain. She was pushed down on her back, one between her legs, pinning one leg from closing grabbing the other and pressing it back, opening Angela up like a Sunday turkey, spread open, his hands grabbing her vulva and squeezing it tightly until her ass rose up from the mattress in pain.

The Doctor was stroking his cock in Christy’s mouth with deep punishing strokes, the gag keeping her submissively open, each time jamming the head of his cock past her tonsils, choking her as her throat was forced to open to take the large head inside. She would choke, her throat would open and then the gagging would begin as her throat was slowly filled with his hot, pulsating shaft, sliding deeper and deeper with every thrust. Christy caught a glimpse of the naked soldiers attacking Angela, forcing her to the mattress, stripping her naked, her body made available to their probing fingers, seeing the anguish on her face as they hurt her. Her mind went back to the Doctor, as he pulled his cock from her throat, forcing her to run her tongue over the tip as he pumped it in her mouth until it spurt his filthy sperm, bathing the inside of her mouth with the thick, salty fluid, forced to let it linger in her mouth until he finished.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth, lifting her head back. “Now let it slide down your throat,” watching his milky cum slowly and methodically fill her stomach. “I see your lovely daughter is about to get fucked. We wouldn’t Mom to feel left out.”

The General was bringing over a strange contraption. It was a small wooden bench; barely a foot high, in the center stood a bright pink dildo screwed to the base, standing up erect. The bottom of the dildo was connected to a motor; a shiny metal shaft slid the dildo up and down, the remote in the General’s hand used to regulate the speed and the depth. The dildo had ridges every inch, tiny rings sticking out an inch wider then the shaft, ten ridges in all. When fully extended, the dildo would ride up and down, the ridges sawing in and out as it fucked, a very painful stimulation.

The Sergeant stroked his hard cock, naked now, standing over Angela as the others pinned her to the floor. “Tie her arms over her head. That will leave you free to take advantage of her lovely body as she is fucked. I think she will enjoy three men paying such nice attention to her.”

Her arms were yanked over her head, tied to straps in the floor, her breasts rising up by the pull, her tits pushed out, one of the soldiers already taking advantage of her openness, his mouth clamping down on one of her nipples, sucking it painfully deep into his mouth, drawing it out, his teeth clamping down right behind the tip, grinding back and forth over the rubbery tip as she squirmed in pain.

The Sergeant got between her legs, yanking one to the side, his knee holding her open, his hand grabbing the other and spreading her like a wishbone, her pussy lips opening up from the wide expanse of her legs. He stroked his cock, settling down between her widespread legs, the helmet of his cock rubbing up and down her lips, the fat head pushing apart her lips, lubricating his cock with her juices. “Ready to fuck?” He saw that she was already suffering the painful biting and sucking of her tits, the other soldier kneeling to the side of her head, pushing her head towards him, his cock in his hand, rubbing the leaking member all over her face, leaving a trail of glistening cum.

They were all over her, her breasts being mauled, a hot, thick cock rubbing all over face and now she felt the Sergeants hard cock being pushed against her vagina, his hips beginning to thrust his cock, breaching her tight opening as she squirmed in pain as he slowly and methodically impaled her on his rigid member. It was so big, the throbbing meat slowly pushing aside all resistance to firmly stretch her vagina and slip inside her. Luckily she was wet, the pussy spanking stimulating her natural juices, his powerful hips shoving his cock into her relentlessly. She could only moan, not sure if it was pain or the feeling of being so filled that did it, his hands spreading her legs wide, Angela unable to do anything but let them abuse her body. She opened her mouth into a large “O” as the one soldier pinched her nose shut until she relinquished and opened her mouth for his cock.

“Just take the head inside and swirl your tongue around it. I don’t want to cum yet; I just want to enjoy your hot, teenage mouth around my cock.” He pushed with his hips, her mouth stretching wide to encircle the bulbous member, the head still over three inches of dark red flesh, burying it in until she clamped her lips just under the head, trapping his throbbing member inside. “Your tongue now,” he reminded her, feeling her lap at the end with her rough tongue, drops of pre-cum were her reward for a good job.

The other soldier was busy with her breasts, releasing her nipple with his mouth, but his fingers continued to press the hardened buds, running sharp nails around the areolas as she shuddered beneath the Sergeants pounding of her pussy.

The Sergeant had buried half of his cock inside her now, feeling like her pussy was going to skin him alive. He forced it in, dragged it out, her pussy clinging to it like a second skin. Her ass kept raising up from the mattress, her sore cheeks scraping painfully on the rough material, forcing her to fuck on his hard cock, each time dragging it deeper and deeper into her tight body. With a grunt he began to fuck her, fuck her hard, making her take long painful thrusts into her body, pulling out until her pussy gripped his cock just behind the head then thrust back in again, gasps forced from her muffled mouth.

Angela was taking the full measure of his cock with each stroke now, the thick member bottoming out in her pussy, banging painfully against her cervix as if he was trying to drive a wedge through her body. Her ass hurt, the painful spanking ignited each time her ass dragged across the rough mattress, her body arching up to avoid the pain on her cheeks only succeeding in driving her pussy deeper onto his cock. At least one soldier had abandoned her breasts; the Sergeant’s fucking making her breasts bounce up and down on her chest. Instead of one on her face, there were now two cocks, one always in her mouth, the other waiting for its turn spanking her cheeks with it while he waited, the men alternated using her mouth to keep them aroused, Angela realizing that she was just keeping them hard for when they would fuck her, making her take the giant weapons inside her.

The buzzing of the pink dildo filled the room, the Doctor lining up the fake cock to her vagina, sliding Vaseline over the top of the fake head, rubbing it in as he placed it against the opening. “We’ll start slow until you get wet then we’ll speed it up.” He pressed the button, the dildo slowly expanding upward, the greased head entering her pussy unopposed, sliding in to bury two inches inside her. Another button set the speed, the dildo moving in and out slowly, the first of the ten rings sliding through her opening, back out, then back in.

Christy couldn’t do anything as the dildo slid into her pussy, shoving aside all resistance, the greased fake cock beginning to ream out her pussy. They had bound her tight, unable to move, the Doctor beginning to make her take deeper and deeper strokes. The rings of the dildo began to bust through her vagina, slowly expanding, shrinking then expanding as it passed, five of the rings now passing back and forth inside her in and uneven movement. She looked through the glass, her precious daughter was now being fucked by the Sergeant, her ass rising up from the floor with each stroke, not sure if from the pain or the pleasure, her pussy clinging passionately to the cock as it sped in and out her tight pussy. Her mouth was continually filled with a cock, each of the soldiers alternating, Angela’s mouth was always filled with hot flesh, her lips stretched wide around it.

The General moved between Christy’s legs, kneeling down, watching the dildo move in and out with each powerful thrust, her pussy clinging to the rings as they passed through. She now was taking seven inches of the pink dildo, the speed increasing, her body shaking as she was reamed by the mechanical cock. He let his fingers play over her pussy lips, peeling back her clit hood to reveal the harden bud, swollen with lust. She seemed to be enjoying the mechanical fucking more then she cared to admit. “Speed it up and give her the full measure, all ten inches of it. Let’s see if we can make her cum.” He let his fingers play over her clit as he saw the look in her eyes as the dildo expanded deeper inside her, the rings now just a blur as the speed increased, sending the shaft in and out every two seconds. He slapped at her clit, feeling it swell up in arousal, her juices coating the fake cock as it pushed in and out.

God it felt so good, her pussy full of the Sergeant’s thick cock, reaming her out as she lay their bound for his pleasure, her mouth forced to service the giant cocks of the other men, each one tasting different as they plunged the head of their cocks into her mouth, her tongue forced to lap at them like a trained dog. The Sergeant’s hands lifted her ass up high, forcing his cock in a different angles, reaming out new places deep in her body each time, his thick head rasping along her walls as he dragged it in and out her tightly clenching pussy. She tried to move, but the Sergeant’s hands held her ass tight, his fingers searching out her anus, a thick finger suddenly forced into her tight anal ring, burrowing its way deep into her rectum, the finger curling in and massaging her muscle. That was all she needed, she came all over his cock, drenching his hot flesh as his finger forced her pussy deep onto his cock. He began to cum at the same time, burying his cock deep into her pussy, feeling like he was trying to drive it straight through her cervix, shooting her full of his hot crème.

The soldier slapped the side of her face, “keep your tongue going cunt, I don’t care if you are cumming. It’s my cock that you will have inside you next.” He laughed as her body bounced on the Sergeant’s cock in pleasure, but her tongue began to bath his cock again.

Christy saw the expression on Angela’s face as she came. She knew it well, the Doctor’s fingers on her clit, the unrelenting fake cock inside her was extracting the same pleasure from her body even though she fought to prevent it, fought to keep her body from betraying herself. It was too late, her pussy clenching on the rubbery dildo, her clit pinched by the Doctor throwing her over the edge, cumming as her daughter did, both of them bound and forced to cum.

The Sergeant pulled out of Angela, cum dripping from her pussy, her mouth still stuffed with the soldiers cock. He quickly pulled out, eager to feel the young girl’s hot, tight pussy wrapped around his cock. He untied her hands first, wanting her in a different position. He grabbed her wrists, binding them behind her, flipping her over. “Get on your hands and knees, I want you doggy style with your cute red ass waving up in the air,” grabbing her hips and drawing her up to the position he wanted. He slapped her ass, “up in the air cunt,” he ordered her, his hand under her abdomen, pulling her ass up, pushing down on her back until she was arched up the way he wanted her. He pressed out on her inner thighs. “Spread real wide, your pussy is going to have to stretch real wide to take my cock inside you.” He kept pushing until she groaned in pain, the Sergeant in front of her.

“This will keep you quiet,” letting his wet cock slip into her mouth, seeing the expression on her face as she had to clean hers and his juices from his semi-hard cock. He saw her eyes open wide, knowing the eager soldier behind her was already trying to squeeze his giant cock into her small hole. Even though she had just been fucked and he was sliding in on a river of cum it still was tight fit. His hands grabbed her hips, keeping her in position as he forced his incredibly giant cock inside her, hearing her moans of pain rippling over his cock in her mouth as if she was giving him a hummer.

No matter how much she spread her legs it wasn’t enough, the soldiers cock feeling like a giant log was being shoved between her legs. His hands held her in position, arched up, her pussy served up to his cock. It felt like he was tearing her apart as he slowly began to shove it inside her, his physical strength enabling him to force his plundering weapon inside her. Inch by inch she suffered the slow painful fucking, each time his cock reaching deeper inside her, sawing back out, then back in again. He seemed to find places inside her that were never touched, his cock expanding her pussy to accommodate the thick cock. He huffed and puffed for five minutes before he was finally encased in her pussy, five painful minutes, her screams of pain muffled by the cock that continued to grow in her mouth, her pain exciting the Sergeant back to hardness.

“Didn’t believe your lovely daughter could take such a large cock? Maybe you would enjoy having it inside you, maybe up your asshole. I think we should keep you amused while your daughter gets her pussy reamed out. How about a nice dildo sliding in and out of your ass?” The General laughed.

The Doctor was already busy underneath the chair. The pink dildo was still busy in her pussy, sliding in and out in short strokes but continual like clockwork. He adjusted the slim dildo along side it, aiming it up underneath her. He spread some lubricant on it, making the entire length of the anal probe slick. “Smell that. Peppermint. Thought it might feel good in your asshole. It has a tendency to make your grip the probe inside you. And it stings something terrible.”

She felt something tapping at her anus, the Doctors fingers pressuring each side of her tiny hole until she felt him opening her up, something hard pressing into the hole. She felt the slick probe begin to slide in, her rectum clenching, trying to force it out. A buzzing started, the anal probe slid out, then back in, sliding against her clenching rectum and sliding along the muscle. She felt the stinging of the peppermint, clenched her asshole tight to try to stop the pain, only succeeding in making it more painful. She felt a ridge slide through her anus, stretching it wide then shrinking back down as it slowly sank into her anal tract. She knew it wouldn’t be just a slender probe, knowing the Doctor liked irregular shapes, feeling like tiny balls passing through her anus. The strokes became longer and deeper, bigger balls passing through her anus, her tiny hole burning as it was forced wide to allow entrance to the cruel balls before it was allowed to shrink back down. She felt cramping as it slowly sank inside her, boring into her like a drill, moving deeper and deeper into her colon, the rigid probe straightening out bends in her colon painfully, banging hard into the sides of her guts.

Angela was suffering under the fucking, the soldier behind her forcing his giant cock in and out of her pussy, each time it felt like she was tearing, each time he would push in, filling her to overflowing. If that wasn‘t enough, he had seen her tiny anus, his fingers playing with her hole, spasms making it pucker, his finger curling inside her anus, stretching it as he fucked her. He lasted for ten minutes, ten hard minutes of fucking before he finally could cum. The entrance to her vagina was sliding over his cock as he fucked in and out like a stretched rubber band, sliding up and down the shaft, pleasuring him. She even tried to squeeze on his cock, anything to stop the terrible fullness inside her. He finally shoved deep inside her, holding still, Angela feeling the cock grow in size as he began to cum. She could almost feel the cum shooting up the shaft before finally bathing her pussy with the soothing juices, his fucking drying out her inner walls.

The Sergeant was getting hard again, Angela’s mouth giving him so much pleasure. There was still one soldier to go. “I think I know a new way. Lay down on your back,” he told the other soldier. Eager to get inside Angela, he complied. The Sergeant pulled his cock out of her mouth and pulled her over to him. “Climb on him and impale yourself on his cock,” he ordered her. He pushed her over him, her legs going to the side.

It was bad enough when they fucked her, having to suffer the painful stretching as they tore into her. Now the Sergeant expected her to shove her pussy onto the giant cock, a painful process. He gripped her and shoved her around, placing her with her knees on each side of his hips. The soldier gripped his cock, standing up the giant weapon, over ten inches of steel cock perched up into the air, the bulbous head swollen with lust. She reached down, gripping the hard cock and placed it against her vagina. It least she was wet, her pussy hosed down twice with the cum of the men. She slowly lowered herself onto the cock, the Sergeants hands on her shoulders, forcing her down, forcing her obedience. She began to fuck it, her tits bouncing on her chest as she pumped up and down on the thick cock, burrowing deep inside her with each thrust.

The General brought over a tray of the condoms from the refrigerator. He moved towards Christy. The anal probe was now fully extended, over eighteen inches of probe inside her asshole, ten balls of varying size running along the shaft, opening and closing her anus with each stroke. He could see her suffer the painful cramping as the bore into her guts, the peppermint inflaming her already abused asshole. He pulled her head up, the gag still making her mouth a gaping hole.

“I wouldn’t want you to dehydrate so my men saved up their cum from last night. I will feed it to you one at a time. I must have at least thirty of them, sure I can satisfy your thirst.” He smiled as he picked up the first condom, holding it over her open mouth, the Doctor holding her head steady. He began to fold the condom inside out, seeing her eyes stare as the cum inside slowly began to slide out in long ropey drips that seemed to take forever to fall into her mouth.

She tasted the first one, the cold salty cum falling on her tongue, gagging as the thick fluid slowly began to slide down her tongue to move down her throat. She had no choice but to swallow it, the General already ready with another. It took five minutes before he emptied the first ten in her mouth, the foul cum permeating her oral cavity, unable to do anything but swallow their swill, feeling the thick fluid filling her stomach.

The Sergeant got behind Angela, pushing down on her back, hearing her groan as the cock inside her bent and stretched places inside her not meant to stretch that way. The soldier inside her gripped her around the middle, her tits pressed into her chest, his hips humping up and down, sliding his cock in and out her clenching pussy. She felt the Sergeant behind her, suddenly realizing what he was going to do. Before she could protest, the other soldier stuck his slimy cock in her mouth, her tongue forced to clean his cum from it. She felt the Sergeant nudge her asshole with his cock, feeling the thick head bang against her backdoor. She still hurt back there, the burning of the General’s sodomy had not gone away, sure that she was forever ruined. She couldn’t protest, the soldiers cock in her mouth suddenly getting hard again, the thought of the three of them taking her at once exciting him to hardness again. He began to push in, his cock expanding in her mouth with no place to go except down her throat. She gagged as it passed her tonsils, she screamed as her anus was stretched wide to take the thick cock passing into her rectum, her crotch feeling like they were shoving up baseball bats between her legs.

Christy could only watch as the three of them took her lovely daughter brutally, the pain etched on her face as the three thick cocks filled all of her orifices. They ignored her muffled cries of pain, their only desire it to seek the pleasure that her tight, young body could afford them. Five minutes and they were still not finished, the General making the pink dildo inside her go faster and deeper, the twin mechanical cocks inside her shoving in at the same time, similar to what Angela was suffering as she was sandwiched between the men. Ten minutes, still pumping away, their bodies abused beyond reason, the men seeking their pleasures. The Doctor returned with more condoms, her mouth filled with the remaining twenty, slowly sliding down as she coughed and choked on the thick semen, the men laughing as she drank the juices of all of his soldiers. Finally they came, the three men filling Angela’s body with their cum, hosing her mouth, pussy and asshole with their hot cum. She slumped over, physically and emotionally exhausted as the men plucked their cocks from her holes, cum dripping down all over the mattress, Angela turning her head as the cum slowly dribbled out of the corner of her mouth. A slap on her ass the only acknowledgment she received as they left her alone in the room.

Christy was finally released from the chair, unable to stand, her asshole and pussy reamed out, her stomach gurgling from the abundance of cum they poured down her throat. Both of them were brought back to their cells, neither one had enough strength to bath, Christy vomiting up the cum into the corner of her room.



Chapter 8 - The Punishment.

She got up off of the floor, moving slowly to the shower; despite the pain she was eager to wash their filth from her body. She could barely walk, her pussy and asshole swollen and abused from their hard cock, Angela still didn’t understand how her body managed to take them both between her legs, the pain of the tearing as they did still fresh in her mind. She shut her eyes as she softly washed her body, running the rough washcloth over her sensitive breasts, her nipples still sore from the one soldier that seemed to enjoy chewing on them, almost biting them off, forcing her to ride his cock energetically almost as if she were enjoying it. She could feel her nipples harden, the rough texture of the washcloth bringing about a masochistic sensation that raced down between her legs.

She let the washcloth slip down over her abdomen to touch her swollen pubes, spreading her legs to allow it to slip between her lips. “No, don’t” she taunted herself as she ran it harshly up and down her slit, her eyes closed as she imagined how she looked, three thick hard cocks tearing into her body as her mother watched her debasement. At least they didn’t make her cum, Angela having to fight the urge when they sprayed her body with their cum, jet after jet of cum filling her mouth, pussy and deep into her colon, burning as it filled her to overflowing. She spread her legs wider, her other hand reaching down between her cheeks to feel her swollen anus, sore to the touch as her soapy finger circled it. The cock in her ass was so big, forcing her insides to stretch and tear to take it deep inside, Angela unable to do anything to stop him from burying deep inside her until she felt the terrible cramps. Her insides had clenched onto the large cock, bringing him so much pleasure at her expense, each painful cramp making her tighten on his cock, spurring him onto greater degradation of her body. Only eighteen and her young body sodomized by so many cocks had taught that her pain only increased their pleasure.

 She rubbed her pussy harder with the washcloth, moving it up and down her slit, rubbing it over her sensitive clit, the rough material feeling like sandpaper, but also bringing about a surprising arousal in her body. What had they taught her? Did she really enjoy the humiliation and pain as they took her without regard for her pain or pleasure? She pushed one finger into her asshole, feeling her rectum gripping on it tightly, the finger slipper with soap. It still burned, the familiar ache in her backside returning. She thought of the General’s cock inside her, sodomizing her for the first time while bound, unable to stop him from plunging deep into her colon while his flabby stomach banged against her tight cheeks.

She was ready to cum, unable to understand why, but not caring, only wanting to satisfy the arousal they had instilled in her. She rubbed harder, the pain increasing, her finger dug painfully into her rectum, scratching her inside with her nail as she rubbed her clit harshly. “God, don’t make me do this,” she screamed as she came all over her finger, twisting her finger into her asshole, forcing her to stand on her toes to escape the cruel scraping inside her. She came hard, bathing her finger with her juices, letting the shower quickly wash away her shame as she came from the thoughts of them taking her so harshly.

CLAP, CLAP, the noise rang out in the shower, Angela turning quickly to see where it was coming from. The Sergeant stood in the doorway, a big shit eating grin on his face, Angela quickly turning red in shame at being caught masturbating.

“It seems our Angela likes being raped. You like taking all of the big cocks in all of your holes, especially when your mother is watching you?” He laughed at her shame. “I’m sure we can make you cum many more times today. The General has such plans for your body again. Yours and your mothers. Now get your ass dry and in some clothes. Bra and panties I think this time. You look so sexy in them.”

She saw him watching her as she quickly dried out, slipping her panties up her legs, his eyes glued to her pussy as she slipped them up over her hips. She arched her back to put her bra on, the bulge in the Sergeants pants getting larger as her young tits stood out so proudly, her nipples still swollen and aroused. “Where are we going?” She was almost afraid of an answer, the unknown being better then the truth.

“You don’t want to know. It is much better to imagine it. Now get your cute ass going,” watching as she walked in front of him, her firm ass snuggled so tightly in the brief panties, her crack highlighted, the gentle swing of her cheeks as she walked making his cock grow in his pants. They moved down the halls to the large double doors at the end, the sound of voices coming from behind them. “In there, they’re waiting for you.”

Christy was allowed to put on panties and bra, a pair of high heels making the muscles in her legs taut. The soldier had cuffed her arms behind her back, the metal digging into her wrists.

“Stick your tits out,” he ordered her, punching her into the stomach when she didn’t instantly respond. “I said stick your tits out,” this time smiling as she arched her back, her breasts thrust out as she tried to breathe, his punch knocking the air from her lungs. “Much better. It will be a lot less painful if you obey the first time.” His hands slid up her stomach to cup her bra encased breasts in his large hands. “Nice tits,” moving up against her until he felt his cock rubbing against her pussy. “You like cock?”

She felt him molesting her breasts, his hands gripping them harshly, rubbing his cock against her pussy, his rough pants harsh, even through the panties. “Yes,” she lied.

He reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling her into his cock, humping her dryly. “They say you’re a good fuck. I’m going to try you out when they are finished with you. Maybe your cute little daughter too,” laughing as he humped her. He slapped her ass hard. “They’re waiting for us. I’ll have time for you later.”

Christy saw Angela just in front of them, clad in her underwear, just as she was. At least her wrists weren’t cuffed. They both saw the double door, the ominous sounds from behind it. The door opened into a room, filled with at least twenty men. Many were officers like the General, balding and flabby. But there was at least a sprinkling of young enlisted men.

“Ah, her is our victims,” the General teased. “Girls, you are here to entertain our men and today they would like to watch you being punished. Put Christy in the punishment bench for now. We will work on her lovely daughter Angela first.”

Three men quickly grabbed Christy, dragging her over to the punishment bench, Christy fighting, already fearing the position she would be placed in. It was a large wooden structure, the base consisting of a hard wood board, large enough to hold the body of a female on her back. What quickly caught Christy’s attention were the leather straps, two next to the board, one on each side but the other two were high up, attached to a wooden board in the wall with chains about three inches long. Each one was spread wide, the excess chain allowing only limited movement, more to entertain the men. They would like the way she would try to escape, her legs jerking about with no chance of doing anything but make her more open. The bench was made for up to four females side by side, today only Angela would join her mother later.

Christy tried to struggle but the men were too powerful and with her wrists already cuffed behind her back they tossed her about like a toy. Her bra was the first thing to go, ripped from her body, the straps straining until they popped leaving red welts in her skin. Her breasts bounced free, one of the men making them bounce even more to the amusement of the others. Hands at her waist held her still as her panties were slowly drawn down her body until they fell to her ankles. Hands grabbed her ankles and pulled them up, her panties tossed into the corner. Now that she was naked again, they backed her up to the bench, one of them guiding her onto the board, her legs grabbed at the ankles and quickly drawn off of the floor, Christy slumping hard against the wood.

The soldiers secured her wrists into the leather cuffs, Christy able to move them somewhat, the chains longer then the other set, but effective at keeping her bound. She could only struggle as two of the soldiers guided her legs up into the air, Christy sliding back onto the wood on her back until she was pushed against the wall, the men making sure that she would be able to see forward and they would be able to see her face. She was half sitting, half reclining on the wood board as they began to draw her legs over her head, higher and higher up until she felt them strapping her ankles into the leather cuffs. They had spread her legs wide, real wide. She could feel the air rushing over her pussy and her asshole, knowing that she was completely exposed and open. That is what she feared the most. Her legs were pulled up so high; none of her ass was even touching the wooden bench.

The General moved in front of her, his cock bulging out his pants as he saw her open sex, her pussy lips pulled so far apart you could almost see inside her. Even her asshole was pulled open, still red and swollen from the rape, but already shrinking back to size. He smiled at Christy as his hand reached down to run over her pussy and asshole, seeing Christy squirm as he did. “I don’t think you are going anywhere Christy. I have some whips and canes that I’m going to use on that lovely ass and pussy. Angela will join you but I want to pay special attention to her. Then I’ll get you to sing for us. Meanwhile one of my soldiers will masturbate you while you watch your lovely daughter being punished.” He laughed as one of the soldiers moved closed to her.

 Christy could only struggle as the soldier, a young boy barely eighteen stared at her wide open sex as if he were the only child in a candy store. She felt his touch on her ass cheeks, rubbing over them in ever widening circles, the palm of his hand running over her exposed anus and pussy.

 The soldier couldn’t believe his good luck, the chance to masturbate one of the female prisoners. He hoped that the General would allow him to fuck her, maybe even up her ass if he did a good job. He had never had anal sex before, his girlfriends refusing to even discuss what they considered a loathsome act. His thoughts went back to the task at hand. She was the mother of the young girl but she had a nice body, even after the numerous rapes she had been through. “You gonna get wet for me Christy?” His fingers moved to her slit, pulling apart both of her lips to exposed her inner lips, a darker red from the fucking she had endured. He let his fingers play up and down her inner lips, touching her intimately was she squirmed under his probing fingers. He could feel the moisture. “Yes, I can feel you juicing up for me,” he teased her, the General standing nearby, smiling at Christy’s ardor.

 She hated the way that they forced her, bound and spread, her body made available to them. No matter how much she tried, she could avoid the soldiers fingers from making her get wet, his fingers gentle after the harsh rapes they had subjected her to. Her ass when up higher when she felt a finger poised at the entrance to her vagina, still sore from the hard cock that had pierced her painfully before. It gently pushed in, his other hand moving up to her clit, lightly tapping at the bud that pushed out from beneath its hood. She felt her vagina slowly open, the finger moving in and out up to the first knuckle as she rocked on it back and forth.

 “Such a nice hot cunt,” he whispered to her, moving his finger around inside her. “Maybe two fingers to fill you,” moving one finger out before pushing in two fingers together, feeling her flower open for him, sucking his fingers into her hot insides. “Yes, you like that, I can feel it.” He pushed his fingers deeper inside her, feeling her ass arching up to allow him access to the depths of her vagina.

 God, how could she let him do this to her. But she couldn’t deny the feeling between her legs, the soldier’s gentle masturbation arousing her body to a fever pitch. The two fingers began to fuck her like a small prick, moving inside her, in and out in a gentle fucking motion that she rode, tightening her muscles on them as they pushed in and out. She closed her eyes to block out the cruelty around her, concentrating on the pleasure between her legs. The fingers seemed to reach deep inside her, touching places that she didn’t even know existed, his other hand continuing to tease her clit. She didn’t think she could last much longer, not wanting to, wanting to cum from the pleasure, blocking out the painful rapes.

 The soldier pushed three fingers into her vagina, now slick with her juices as she moved up and down on his fucking fingers, hearing her gasp as she slowly spread to allow the fingers to push inside her. “Yes, cum for me Christy,” tapping at her clit with his fingertip, almost as if he were slapping it with his nail, back and forth over the swollen tip. He pushed in deep, a throaty groan from her lips that she was ready. He pinched her clit with two fingers, pulling the engorged bud out as he fucked his fingers deep inside her clenching pussy, spreading his fingers as he did, making her feel them crawling around inside her as if they were tiny animals.

 She felt her clit pulled and stretched, the fingers gripping it tightly, her pussy now filled with fingers that moved around inside her, stretching and twisting in her pussy. His voices, urging her to cum, aroused an animalistic urge in her as she was bound and masturbated, forced to be pleasured, an act that she was now more then willing to succumb to. “Yes, make me cum,” she whispered, the fingers taking the pleasure from her body.

The soldier smiled as she came, bucking up and down in her bondage as she humped his fingers, twisting her hips to the sides, pulling her own clit out, muffled screams of ecstasy as she couldn’t contain her emotions any longer. He felt his fingers soaked by her juices as she came on him. His other girlfriends had never cum like this, Christy almost cumming as if she were a man, squiring out onto his hand. “Yes, cum Christy, cum hard.” He pinched her clit harder, her ass rising up as she came again, the sudden pain on her clit sending another orgasm through her body.

The fingers stayed inside her, unmoving as she slumped down, her body satisfied. The finger left her clit, Christy grateful, her swollen bud now so sensitive. She was afraid to open her eyes, ashamed at how easily she had succumbed to the boy’s masturbation.

“Make her cum again soldier,” the General ordered him. “See how many times you can make her cum for us. Do a good job and I will let you have your choice, mother or daughter. Or maybe you would rather have both?”

Christy’s eyes shot opened, embarrassed as she saw all of the eyes staring at her, knowing that had all witnessed her cumming. Even Angela seemed to be ashamed at her mother’s exhibition. “No more,” she shot back, but she already felt the fingers begin to move inside her again, the leather cuffs leaving her so naked and vulnerable.

Eyes turned towards Angela, the Sergeant moving along side of her, his hands already reaching out to touch her. “I’ll make you cum like your mother, but first a little pain before the pleasure.” His hands moved over her body, enjoying the touch as she shivered in fear. He moved his hands up to cup her tits, hefting the bra encased flesh in his large hands, molding them as he gripped them tighter. “It’s going to hurt when I whip these, but it will make our cocks so hard. You’ll enjoy the ride later when you take our cocks inside your hot, tight pussy.” His hands slipped around to her back, expertly unsnapping the bra and slipping it off her shoulders before Angela even realized that she was partially stripped again.

Angela was suddenly naked from the waist up, her firm, high breasts proudly thrust up, the nipples already hard as they eyes on them men were glued to them. The Sergeants hands returned, this time her naked flesh feeling the calloused hands on them, his fingertips searching out and finding her pinpoint nipples and squeezing them in his powerful fingers until he extracted a squeal from her lips. She arched her back as he pulled her up by her tits, yanking her nipples up until she had to stand arched up on her toes, her hands hanging uselessly at her side, knowing it wouldn’t do any good to defy him.

The General loved the way the Sergeant could control Angela. He had to do it more by physical force and restraint, the Sergeant seemed to have a mental control over her, forcing her to submit to him. Was it because Angela was willing to trade her pain for a bit of pleasure that he always seemed to bring to her, forcing her to cum under his expert cockmanship?

 The Sergeant stared into Angela’s tear stained eyes, seeing the pain he was inflicting on her delicate nipples. He saw her nipples pinched between his fingertips, almost able to feel the pulse in them, twisting them, enjoying seeing the look on Angela’s face as he increased her pain. He finally released them, her lovely breasts bouncing, the tips now red from his cruel fingers. He let his hand slip down her front, Angela already spreading her legs for him, learning quickly what was required of her to please him. His hand gripped her between the legs, fat fingers pressed against her pussy, feeling the wet spot on her panties. “Already wet for me Angela?” He made sure that all could hear it. He squeezed tighter, almost goosing her with his powerful hand. “I asked you a question,” he demanded of her.

She saw all of them staring at her humiliation. “Yes,” she murmured.

“I didn’t hear you Angela. Tell me your pussy is wet for me,” he ordered her, wanting to complete her submission to him.

“You made my pussy wet,” she blurted out, seeing her mother staring at her as she confessed. What could she say; she just came in front of all of them?

The Sergeant stepped back. “Remove your panties Angela. Slowly.”

She bent over slightly and slowly eased her panties down, her eyes down, not wanting to see them staring at her. She felt them easing over her ass and bent over deeper to let them fall down at her ankles, quickly lifting each leg and kicking the tiny garment over to the side. She stood back up, looking at the Sergeant again, this time completely naked. His eyes told her, Angela quickly spreading her legs for him, each time staring back into his eyes, each time wider the stance between them until they were widely spaced.

“Turn around and spread your cheeks apart Angela. Show us that lovely asshole. I’m going to start with your ass, a good spanking and then maybe a paddle to get it nice and red. You’d like that, wouldn’t you Angela? You’ll get wet when I beat your ass, wouldn’t you?”

She turned her back to them; at least she wouldn’t have to see their faces as she suffered the humiliation of showing off her anus to them, her fingers pulling apart her cheeks, stretching the wide until she knew her anus was slightly agape. “I like it when you spank me,” she lied, not sure if she was lying to the Sergeant or to herself. It felt like hours, bent over submissively, holding her cheeks apart, her legs spread wide as she could feel the eyes of all the men on her ass and pussy. She waited and waited until finally she heard his voice.

“Bring the bench over her. It’s time for Angela’s punishment.” Two soldiers slid the heavy wooden bench over near Angela, the Sergeant getting the leather straps ready.

The fingers were fucking her Christy again, three fat fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, another finger rubbing her anus as she watched her daughter humiliate herself in front of all of the men, spread open for their inspection. Even the finger that circled her anus felt good, teasing at the clenching hole, running around it as it pushed in with each revolution, slowly sliding into the opening as her muscle fought the intrusion. She arched up as high as she could but the finger only followed breaching her tight asshole and slid into her rectum.

“What a hot, tight asshole. I hope the General lets me stick my cock up there,” the soldier teased Christy. He plunged his finger in deeper, twisting and turning it inside her hot passage. “You ready to cum again Christy?” He pulled his finger from her asshole, using the thumb from the hand that was already fingering her pussy and impaled her asshole in one quick thrust that forced a groan from Christy’s lips. His other hand reached up and began to play with her clit again, pulling and twisting while Christy danced on his fingers, feeling her muscles clench on his fingers.

“Down you go Angela,” the Sergeant forcing her down on the narrow wooden bench. He could see the fear in her eyes as she saw the ropes that would secure her tightly to it. She was pushed down on her stomach, her head and chest pulled up from the bench, resting on her elbows. The soldiers quickly tied her wrists to the bench, coiling the rope around and around the bench and her wrists until she was securely bound. The Sergeant was ready with the next rope, quickly looping it around her waist, under the bench and back up again four times before he tied it, pulling it tight, Angela pinned to the bench as a butterfly pinned to the table for inspection.

“Each of you grab an ankle and spread her legs,” the Sergeant urged the two men. They eagerly obeyed, standing behind her and slowly opening her up as if she were the wishbone on a Thanksgiving turkey. Her asshole and pussy began to open up again for their inspection, this time they would also be punished, the Sergeant very good at hitting the exact spot he was aiming for.

All of the men’s attention was turned towards Christy, her cries of ecstasy as she came again, the young soldier so proud to be able to make her cum again. He resorted to pain again, his fingers fucking her bringing her to the edge of an orgasm, his fingernails digging into her clit throwing her over the edge as she bucked and came on the fingers that bore into her pussy and asshole.

Angela didn’t even try to look, her body bound, the two soldiers that had spread and pinned her legs open wide were taking liberties with her body, sliding their hands up and down her silky inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her pussy and asshole. She tried to squirm but it only drove the rough wood back and forth over her pussy, her lips pushing apart, her tender insides rubbing painfully against the wood. She saw the Sergeant moved to her side, all of them other men returning to her as her mother finally calmed down, her orgasm over again. She braced herself for the pain of a spanking, not having to wait long.

CRACK, the Sergeant hitting her white cheek with his large hand, the skin turning red instantly as Angela was pushed harshly into the wooden bench. A scream was torn from her lips. Even she couldn’t fathom the pain she felt, the sudden shock wave of pain shooting up her spine. She barely had time to take a breath before her other cheek was given the same treatment, his hand punishing her tender skin.

The Sergeant didn’t stop, alternating back and forth her twin cheeks, the skin rapidly turning pink and then red as he continued to spank her with a gusto that made his cock hard. He liked the screams he tore from her lips, the way her hips tried to dance away from the next blow, ineffective as the thick rope kept her body positioned exactly the way he wanted her presented for her punishment. The other soldiers joined in, spreading her legs wider, Angela groaning in pain as they tried to split her up the middle. The Sergeant didn’t miss the opportunity, letting his hand slide down between her legs and slap harshly against her asshole, her cries of protest sparking even greater punishment. He rained at least fifty blows to her ass and asshole, almost thirty minutes of painful spanking without letup. Her cries had turned to sobbing now, tears running out of her eyes and down her cheeks as she suffered the painful spanking.

Her ass was ablaze in pain, the Sergeant continuing to pummel her tender body, determined to make her feel the maximum amount of pain. There was no pleasure in this spanking, only pain. But she saw the bulge in the Sergeants pants, knowing that her pain was giving him such pleasure. He finally stopped, sitting next to her, the soldiers still keeping her legs spread, feeling as if she was being split up the middle. He ran his hands over her asscheeks, igniting the pain again.

“Hurts don’t it Angela? Your ass is so nice and hot now.” He let his hand slide up between her wide stretched crease, running his finger over her swollen anus, the tiny hole receiving the brunt of at least ten strokes of his hand. He pushed his finger against her asshole and pierced her quickly with his thick finger, a scream torn from her lips as his finger shoved dryly up inside her rectum. He let his finger move inside her, fingering her as she tried to escape the fingering of her asshole.

Christy was suffering a similar fate. After her last orgasm, the relentless soldier started again, but this time it was her asshole that received his fingers, her cries of protest only encouraging him further. She bounced around as two fat fingers slid in and out of her asshole, twisting and turning, her juices taken from her pussy on his fingers used to lubricate her backside for the anal probing. She felt bad for Angela as the Sergeant fingered her backside, feeling the same fate as the men continued to abuse their asshole for their pleasure.

“Now for the front side Angela.” The Sergeant pulled the ropes from her body, untying her. She sat up but the Sergeant wasn’t finished, pushing her down on her back this time. “We wouldn’t need ropes this time.” The two soldiers quickly joined the Sergeant. “One of you take her hands.”

Her arms were quickly pulled behind her, stretching the out, the soldier’s strong hands tightening on her wrists. She tried to struggle, but the soldiers strength was overpowering, Angela only able to put up token resistance. The other soldier didn’t need directions, quickly grabbing her ankles and pulling her legs up high into the air, spreading them out as he did.

“No,” she cried out when she saw the whip in the Sergeant’s hands. It was a viper tongue slapper, twin twenty-four inch leather straps that tapered to a point, made for the delicious bite it would inflict on the tender skin that it touched. She didn’t even have time to scream before the Sergeant swung the whip, the hands on her wrist pulling them tight, the other soldier spreading her legs, opening her up to the cruel lash of the whip.

 “OOOOH, GGGGODDD,” she cried out in pain, the lash hitting her on the tender inside of one of her thighs, the leather hitting her skin with a sickening sound as it beat her. The pain was instantaneous and intense, far worse then the spanking she had received. She felt her body twisted the other way by the soldier, the Sergeant catching her other inner thigh, this time higher up, almost touching her pussy as the whip beat her flesh again. She screamed again, felt her body yanked up higher into the air, her back almost all the way off of the bench, her legs spread wide as the soldier positioned her to receive another blow of the whip.

The soldier almost knew what the Sergeant wanted, each time exposing Angela’s body so that the whip could reach the tender and delicate spots that the Sergeant wanted to beat. Her body was pulled up high allowing the whip to tear at her asshole, an inhuman scream torn from her lips. Back down again, this time her legs split almost up the middle, the whip able to seek out her pubes, slapping harshly against her vulva with a loud smack that shook her body. Even her breasts were not spared, a hand under her back forcing her to arch up, her delicate nipples receiving the brunt of the whip. The whip danced across her body, new screams torn from her hoarse voice each time, her body subject to the cruel lash of the Sergeant, enjoying the ways the lash striped her body.

The pain was terrible, Angela wishing she would faint, anything to escape the pain of the leather lash. But the Sergeant wouldn’t let her, making her wait for the next one, the soldier arranging her body for the maximum exposure to the whip, each time the whip hitting new spots, more intimate spots, finally pushing through her pussy lips to attack the opening to her vagina, feeling like the twin leather straps were being shoved painfully inside her.

Christy couldn’t do anything to help her daughter, seeing her cries of pain as the Sergeant beat her, knowing that it would be her turn soon, sure that the General would be administering the punishment. The soldier continued to masturbate her, a vibrating egg shoved deep inside her asshole, buzzing away as another vibrator rubbed back and forth over her clit provoking the most intense orgasm she ever had, her body shuttering as she came over and over again. The egg was pulled from her asshole with a pop, buzzing uselessly on the floor as a long anal probe, a least eight inches of vibrating probe was shoved into her asshole, cramps beginning as it shoved into her colon. A twin vibrator, one buzzing away on her clit, the main shaft shoved deep inside her pussy continued to stimulate her, regardless of how many times she had cum already. It took ten minutes, but the soldier made her cum again, between her legs stuffed with vibrating probes that sent her over the edge. He finally pulled out, the General moving to take her place, Christy afraid of what would happen now.

The Sergeant finally stopped beating Angela, her sobbing continuing as she rolled over onto her side, curling up into a painful ball. He crouched down next to her. “I enjoyed making you scream Angela. Now it is your mothers turn. But I think these soldiers deserve some reward for their efforts. Turn over, let the nice soldiers enjoy your mouth.”

She had no choice, her body a maze of pain, unwilling to even try to defy him. She rolled over onto her back again, one of the soldiers pulling her head back until he stood over her, his cock already out.

“Can I whip her pussy while she sucks cock?” The other soldier was eager to join in.

“Of course, it will inspire Angela to do a good job.” The Sergeant moved over to Christy, her spread body ready to receive his punishment.

All Angela could do was open her mouth, the soldier quickly filling it to overflowing with his rock hard cock, Angela gagging as he already pushed it to deep inside her. She felt her legs being spread again, letting them hang over the edge, bracing for the intense pain she knew was coming. She choked on the cock as it shoved down her throat, at the same time the soldier slapped her pussy with a cat-o-nine whip, the leather straps finding all the hidden places between her legs, her screams muffled by the cock that plugged her throat.

The Sergeant lashed at Christy’s ass and pussy, a leather paddle used to maximize the pain, making sure that he hit her pussy lips with each swing, her screams mixing with the muffled screams of her daughter filling the room. He used the leather paddle, then moved onto the studded paddle when her screams began to die down, the studs inflicting a new intense pain in her sex. He ran the studs up and down her slit, making her feel the harsh metal studs rubbing her delicate sex. He returned to paddling her, the sickening thud as it made contact with her body ringing out in the room.

Angela suffered under the whipping of her pussy until the soldier finally unleashed his load of cum into her waiting mouth, filling her cheeks to overflowing with his hot cum, the other soldier stopping the whipping long enough to strip naked. As soon as one cock was pulled from her mouth, the other assumed the position, shoving his thick cock into her throat without any preliminaries, the other soldier eager to whip her pussy to keep her compliant. For two long minutes, the young soldier couldn’t wait any longer she suffered under the whipping and oral rape until she was filled with another load of hot cum, quickly joining the first to fill her stomach with the vile load.

Christy almost passed out, the Sergeant taking a whip to her now, slicing her with it up and down, making sure that the whip lashed between her lips to strike her most tender skin, even slapping the whip against her asshole. She didn’t think she would last much longer, her body now a mass of pain. He finally stopped, seeing them bring her daughter over to the punishment bench, securing her into it along side of her. She didn’t fare much better, cum still dripping from her mouth, her body a mass of red welts. She looked up, two lines formed in front of them, the Sergeant in front of Angela.



“Time to service the men,” he laughed. He hefted his giant cock and placed it against Angela’s swollen asshole, feeling her cringe in pain as he did. “Grip my cock with your asshole real tight or it will be back to the bench with the both of you.” He shoved in, tearing a scream from Angela’s lips as he buried his cock inside her swollen asshole in a single plunge, feeling her colon gripping his huge member.

The General spurred on by the Sergeant, fucked his cock into Christy’s asshole, hoping to make her scream as Angela did, successful as her whipped asshole suffered the painful sodomy.

It took an hour before they had serviced all of the men, a few including the Sergeant taking them twice, cum dripping from all of the orifices, their pussies and asshole swollen and red from the repeated rapes. They could barely stand as they were led away to their cells, the General laughing. “Tomorrow you will both fight for my cock in bed or it will be the bench for you.”


Chapter Nine - Rescued.

Christy and Angela were put into separate cells, allowed to bathe, washing the cum and sweat from their bodies before sinking into a sleep, exhausted from the rape by the soldiers. They were allowed to sleep during the day, a welcome reprieve from the rape and torture of the previous days and nights. They were surprised when they were given a good meal, and the men keeping clear of them. It was already getting dark when the soldiers came for them finally, Angela first, the Sergeant doing the duty.

 “The General wants you and your mother in his bed tonight. If you fulfill his wishes and please him, you won’t need to be put back on the bench for a pussy whipping.” He smiled, his cock already hardening at the sight of her almost naked body, clad in only a pair of panties and bra, her body fresh and rested. “I will be assisting him and I’m sure that I will be taking advantage of your lovely body again.” He let his hand roam down the front of his trousers, watching her eyes as they followed, grasping his hard cock, rubbing it up and down. “Yes, this will be for you and your mother. I think you’ve learned to love my cock,” he laughed.

 She stood before him, half naked as he stroked the throbbing cock that bulged out his pants. Yes, she hated to admit it, but she had learned to love his cock, even loving it when he hurt her. It seemed to arouse her, to make her wet. It was the power he had over her, forcing her to perform sexually for him, to pleasure him. It was the General that she could not fathom, the fat, smelly General that disgusted her and the things that he made her do to him. Tonight would be the worst, forced to service his cock, forced into acts of perversion with her mother there watching, forced to do it with her mother joining in. She held her head down in shame and embarrassment.

 “Let’s go. Put on those high heels. They make you look so fuckable.” He watched as she put them on, her breasts hanging down as she bent over, the twin globes trying to bust free of the bra. He watched her walk down the hall, her ass moving so sensuously, her panties clinging to her flesh, her luscious globes lightly jiggling as she moved. He almost felt like stopping her in the hall, pushing her against the wall and taking her from behind. But he knew the General was waiting and General’s were always impatient.

 It was as bad as she expected, entering the General‘s bedroom, the vision of him sodomizing her bound body for the first time, the pain as his large cock was shoved up her intimate hole, forced to squeeze his cock for his pleasure until he filled her with his filthy seed came rushing back into her mind. She saw him sitting in the same chair, the same bathrobe hiding the hard cock that tented out the front as when she was forced to perform fellatio on him, his foul tasting cum filling her mouth.

 “Ravishing as usual Angela. Your body is as fresh as the first time I fucked you. You still make my cock throb in excitement. Why don’t you sit down Sergeant? Angela, you remain standing. I want you to slowly undress for us. Show us that lovely naked teenage body.”

 She watched the Sergeant sit beside the General, his hand already in his lap, gripping his cock. Their eyes seemed to burn through her clothes; even before she was naked she knew they were already imagining her that way. Her only thought was to get it over as quickly as possible. At least her mother wasn’t here yet. She tried to smile, hoping to please the General, hoping that he would just fuck her and let her go, his lust sated for her body. She let her hips begin to sway from side to side, doing a slow dance, their eyes pinned to her body. She reached back and unhooked her bra, her hands returning to the front to push it against her chest as she let slip down a bit, a generous portion of cleavage displayed. She saw their hands begin to stroke their cocks in excitement, Angela’s eyes pinned to the Sergeants cock, hoping that he would take her tonight. Even hoping he would tie her up and fuck her defenseless body, her pussy already dripping in pleasure at the thought of being forced to perform sexually for him.

 “Very good Angela, you’ve learned quickly to become a whore. Let’s see those titties. Play with them, make the tips hard.” The General slipped his hand inside his robe, fisting his cock as he pulled it out, the hard flesh jutting up almost eight inches, the thick helmet almost purple in lust.

 She tried to imagine that it was only the Sergeant as she let the bra slip to the floor, her breasts pushed into her hands as she continued the slow, gentle fucking motion of her hips. She could feel her nipples harden as she closed her eyes, imaging the Sergeant watching her in the privacy of her bedroom. She let her hands slowly slide down, her naked breasts free, the tips hardening in response. She let her fingers move back up, pinching the tips, almost doing it too hard, just like the Sergeant did to her, a tiny squeal coming from her lips when she pinched too hard. She pulled on them, stretching them out, arching her back as she did, her pussy drenched in pleasure. She was suddenly jolted back to reality by the General’s harsh voice.

 “Make them dance for me Angela. Make your titties jiggle.” He loved her breasts. Tonight he would feed his cock between them, making her masturbate his cock with her luscious tits pushed tightly around his throbbing organ.

 She began to shake her shoulders, her breasts gently moving back and forth, her fingers still running over the tips, feeling the tips get as hard as rocks. She wished the Sergeant would clamp his mouth on them again, sucking on them as he did before. She didn’t wait for his orders, knowing what was required of her next, her hands slipping down the front of her panties, gripping the waist and letting it slide down slowly. She felt a shudder run through her body as the waistband ran through her bush, stimulating the tiny nerve endings in each hair as she closed her eyes again, letting her panties slide down lower until they began to slide down over her shapely hips.

 “Yes, what a lovely cunt,” the General crudely yelled out, his hand stroking his cock with broad strokes. “Let them slip to the floor and kick them over here,” he ordered her, her aim amazingly accurate, the General catching the tiny wisp of a garment in the air. He moved it to his face, inhaling the sweet smell of her. “They are already wet Angela, wet with your delicious scent. Turn around and show me that lovely ass again. Spread your legs and part your cheeks. I want to see the asshole that has encased my hard cock and given me so much pleasure.”

 She hated it when they touched her asshole, even the Sergeant. It was such a loathsome act, sodomy. And painful, being forced to take their hard cocks up her backside, cramping her stomach as she was forced to tighten her muscles on the throbbing flesh that filled her insides until they came inside her, bathing her colon with their foul, hot semen. At least she wouldn’t have to look at them as she turned her back to them, spreading her legs, feeling her cheeks separate. She reached back, her fingers pushed between her cheeks, gripping her buns and pulling them apart until it was almost painful, her cheeks parted wide, the cool air blowing on her exposed anus. She stood their for long minutes as she felt their eyes on her backside, hearing the sound of their hands stroking their cocks as they imagined unspeakable acts that they desired to commit on her young body. Finally the General allowed her to turn around, faced with two men stroking their naked cocks as they watched her naked body.

 “Play with your pussy now Angela. Spread your lips apart then masturbate for us.” The General let his fingers slide up and down his thick shaft as he watched Angela’s face turn red in shame. But it didn’t stop her from letting her fingers slide down her stomach, her legs slowly spreading wider as she did. “Keep your eyes open Angela. I want you to see us watching as you play with your pussy.” He wanted to add to her humiliation.

 She stood there, her eighteen year old body naked, legs spread as she played with her pussy as if she were in her own bedroom, privately masturbating to orgasm. She tried to ignore them but it was difficult, their eyes searching out her most intimate parts of her body as they stroked their cocks. Her fingers pulled back her labia, the puffy lips still sore from the gang rape when they had bound to the bench; the soldier’s harsh bodies had rubbed painfully on her open sex. She felt some of her juices begin to flow, still not fully understanding her own desires, the Sergeant opening up so many avenues of fulfilling her sexual cravings. Each time they heaped upon the vilest perversions, she responded, getting wet and even cumming. She let her finger slide up and down her inner slit, running over the silky, moist flesh, her eyes on the Sergeant’s giant cock as he stroked it up and down, remembering the fullness she felt when he fucked her, her tight pussy stretched wide to take them massive member, almost forgetting that only days ago she was a virgin.

 “Finger yourself Angela. Finger fuck yourself.”

The Sergeant’s voice brought back the reality of the situation, letting her finger slide down to the tight opening of her vagina, rubbing over the abused hole until she had enough juices to allow entrance. She bowed her legs out as one slim finger slid inside, feeling her tight muscles grip the finger as if it were a tiny cock. One finger became two, the digits slick with her juices as she pushed them in and out in a gentle fucking motion, her hips joining in, moving gracefully back and forth. She licked her lips as she saw the sheen of cum on the Sergeant’s cock, glistening in the light, the familiar taste of his cum returning. She only wished it was the Sergeant, not the General that she would have to sexually service. If only it was the firm, muscular body of the Sergeant, instead of the cigar smelling, fat, sweaty body of the General.

 The door suddenly opened, her mother was pushed into the room by a soldier, a surprised look on her face when she saw the sight before her. Christy saw her young daughter, naked, legs spread, masturbating while the General and Sergeant openly masturbated their cocks, smiles on their faces showing the enjoyment they were getting from seeing her young daughter openly masturbating for them. If that wasn’t bad enough, she recognized the look of lust on Angela’s face as if she was enjoying it, enjoying degrading herself before the men.

 “Welcome Christy. Your daughter is already here, getting ready to service my cock. You are to join her. I see that your lovely body is already naked.” He looked her up and down, the ripe tits, the broad hips, the perfect ass, all made for sex. More experienced then her daughter, easier to manage; the mere mention of hurting her daughter would force her into the vilest perversions. Tonight she would be put to the test, forced to compete against her own daughter, fighting over the General’s cock, fighting over the chance to swallow his cum. And that would go to the winner, the loser suffering a more painful and degrading fate. “Join your daughter. Masturbate for us.”

 Angela looked over at her mother, her face red, but her fingers continued to slide noisily in and out of her pussy as she finger fucked herself for the enjoyment of the Sergeant and General. She hung her head in shame.

 Christy had no choice, the painful rapes and beatings on the bench earlier convinced her that ultimately she would have to submit to the perversities of the General; only more pain would await any refusal. She let her legs part, one hand moving to her breast, two fingers pinching her nipple to hardness, the other hand sliding up and down her pussy slit. She looked over at the General, his eyes glued to her hand that masturbated her pussy.

 “Turn around Angela. Use your wet finger and slip it up your asshole,” he ordered her, seeing the humiliation spread across her body as she heard the command.

 She turned her back, letting her hand slide down over her cheeks, her fingers still wet from finger fucking her pussy. She let it slide down her crease, a tremor running through her body when it touched her sore and swollen anus, the harsh reality of yesterday’s anal rape fresh in her mind. She hated touching herself there, but she knew it wouldn’t do any good to protest. She brushed her finger against the opening and pushed, straining out on her anus to allow her wet finger entry to the tight passage, feeling her clenching rectum grip the tip of her finger as she twisted it in and out. It felt uncomfortable, but at least it was better then the thick cocks that sodomized her there, the General was the worst. He enjoyed making her take his cock hard and deep, her stomach cramping from the thick flesh shoved inside her. She began a gentle fucking of her asshole, her rectum beginning to spasm from the unnatural act. She bent over deeper, shoving her ass out, imaging the Sergeant watching her, his hand stroking his cock faster, wishing it was his finger instead of hers. Calm down Angela. Get back to reality. You are being forced to masturbate for the pleasure of the soldiers watching you. They aren’t lovers! You’re as bad as your daughter.

 The General got up and moved over to the bed, reclining on it, his head propped up with a pillow. He pulled out a cigar, lighting the dark stogie, the foul smelling, acrid smoke moving slowly up into the air. He pushed open his robe, spreading his legs, his heavy, swollen balls laden with sperm; one of these lucky ladies would soon be gifted with the privilege of swallowing his load. He stroked his cock, propping it up with his hand, the tip glistening with pre-cum. “Come over her girls. It is time for you to show me how well you can suck my cock. The winner who makes me orgasm will have the privilege of swallowing my cum. The loser will be bound and ass-fucked. Since I will have just cum, it will be a long and painful fuck that I will enjoy; hearing your cries of pain will only make me fuck you harder. You will each have two minutes, then it will be the other’s turn. The Sergeant will be in back of you with a riding crop to keep up your enthusiasm. When you are not sucking my cock you will suck my balls or tongue my asshole. Either that or the whip.” He smiled as the two naked girls approached his bed. The thought of their hot mouths on his cock almost made him cum. He wasn’t even sure which he would like to sodomize. Christy was more submissive, but Angela had more fight in her, sodomizing her more enjoyable by the way her body fought his intrusion up her ass with his hard cock. “You first Angela. Wrap your hot little lips around my cock and suck.”

 Angela gagged at the sight of his cock. It was so big, the head almost purple, the ridge around the helmet like head pronounced. A large, blue vein ran up the side, a pair of heavy, hairy balls hanging down. Her brain registered the taste of his cock, relieving the mouth rape she had suffered under him before, the thick cock that had split her lips, the choking and gagging as he forced his giant weapon down her throat. She crawled on the bed, knowing the view she was giving the Sergeant, her legs spreading as she crawled on her knees, her ass thrust up. She shivered when she saw the riding crop in his hand, her pussy wet at the thought of him slashing at her body, forcing her to do the General’s sexual bidding. How had she come so depraved, relishing, even welcoming the perversities they had come to expect from her? Did she always have these deep seeded desires, the General and Sergeant just awakening them? She climbed up next to the General, the smoke from his cigar almost choking her. She reached for his cock, wetting her lips, hoping to make entry into the hot confines of her mouth easier for the large cock. She felt it shudder and jerk when her hand gripped the massive shaft, squeezing it tightly, her small hand wrapped around it tightly.

 His cock almost spewed its load as her soft hand gripped the shaft, her tongue licking her lips, those sweet, young lips that would soon be wrapped tightly around his cock sending it into spasms of pleasure. He tried to contain his ardor, wanting to dump his load in her mother’s mouth, planning on using Angela’s asshole for his second load of cum. He would enjoy her bound on the bed, her mother behind him, tonguing his asshole as he ass-fucked her bound daughter. He waited patiently as Angela’s head slowly moved towards his cock, her mouth opening, her hot breath blowing lightly on his cockhead, a tiny drop of pre-cum leaking out. Her mouth opened wider, only inches from his cock, her hand bringing it up straight, ready to engulf. “MMMMM,” the only thing he could murmur as her soft, wet lips slid over the head to grasp it just under the edge of the helmet, her lips pursed tightly around it like a stretched rubber band, tightly clinging to his pulsating flesh. He shuddered again as her rough tongue rasped over the tip, lapping at the piss hole, dripping his hot pre-cum into her mouth in appreciation. “God, you were made for cock sucking,” he complimented her. “Make your tongue dance on my cock.”

 She turned red in shame as her mouth engulfed the thick cock, the foul taste permeating all of the corners of her mouth. The thick, salty taste of his cum mixed with her saliva, the thick fluid overpowering all of the other tastes. His moans of pleasure embarrassed her, his compliments humiliating, her mother watching as she sucked his cock as if she were a whore, or worse, his lover. Her lips slowly engulfed the head, the thick flesh stretching her lips, her tongue lashing at the tip as she began the loathsome fellatio that was required of her. She raised her ass up in the air for the Sergeant, spreading her knees slightly; not wanting to be so obvious but any attention the Sergeant paid to her would make the forced fellatio more bearable. If it only was the Sergeant’s hard cock, not the half-limp cock of the fat General that was in her mouth, the thought making her pussy wet of servicing his massive cock with her mouth. She slowly let her head slide forward, her ass rising up as her lips slid down the shaft of his cock, her tongue bathing the thick shaft, making entry into the confines of her mouth easier. She began to move her mouth up and down his cock, fucking the flesh with her mouth, her tongue continually running over and around the hot flesh, sucking his cock.

 The Sergeant’s cock jumped at the sight of Angela sucking the General’s cock, her pussy and asshole peeking out. He noticed her ass rising up, her legs spreading, her hips beginning a gentle fucking motion as she sucked the General’s cock. Her asshole peeked out from between her cheeks, still red from the abuse of the anal rapes. Her pussy glistened in the light, her juices giving her away. She was aroused. He was sure that it wasn’t the General doing it. Her ass wagged at him as if she was offering her posterior up to the whip. She seemed to want the attention of him, or at least the riding crop. He didn’t want to disappoint her. He let the crop fly in the air, the whistle breaking the silence of the room, shattered by the thud as it struck the white flesh of her ass, slashing across the broad expanse of her cheeks with a resounding thud.

 “EEEH,” she screamed, her mouth pushed down on the General’s cock, bashing at her throat as she felt the sharp lash of the crop on her ass. God, it hurt. Her hips twisted to the sides as the pain radiated in her sensitive flesh. She felt a gush of juices in her pussy. She pressed her ass up into the air again, her legs spreading wantonly now, leaving all of her sex available to the lash of the Sergeant, begging for more.

 The General though she was going to swallow his cock, her muffled scream massaging his cock as her head was forced down on his member. He felt the head of his cock bang at the opening of her throat, a gag gripping the tip pleasurably. Her head began to bob up and down on his cock, eagerly sucking his cock. He nodded to the Sergeant, the crop slashing down on her up raised ass, this time the crop ripping down her narrow crease. He grabbed her head just at the time of impact, pulling her face down on his cock, choking her with his cock. She screamed when his cock hit her throat, opening up, allowing access to the bulbous head of his cock to breach the tight opening.

 His hands on her head felt like a vice, pulling her down onto the thick cock that split her lips. She understood when the sudden pain of the crop hit her, the leather beating a painful path down her crease, the tip ending on her delicate and abused anus with a powerful punch that seem to tear her anus open. She screamed, her throat left vulnerable, his cock punching into the clenching throat, her muscles massaging the thick member from the brutal invasion. She felt a sudden relief when he pulled her off of his cock, drool running down her cheeks, tears in her eyes as his cock popped from her throat and out of her mouth for a temporary relief. Her asshole burned, the tiny hole opening and closing in spasms of pain.

 “Your turn Christy. Show Angela how to suck cock.” He watched as her mother pushed her out of the way, her head slipping quickly down over his cock, her throat opening as she gagged, swallowing his cock as if she were a sword swallower. Her tongue lashed out at his cock, her eagerness more to save her daughter from this loathsome task then a desire to please.

 Christy hated the task she was being forced to perform, but she was trying to save her daughter from it. If she could bring him to the edge of cumming, then allow Angela the task of swallowing his seed, at least Angela would be spared the painful sodomy that would be next.

 “My balls now Angela. Use your tongue on my balls and asshole.” He pushed her underneath him, forcing her head lower until he felt her wet tongue begin to lap at his balls as if she were a dog. “My asshole. Tongue fuck my asshole.” He saw the look of revulsion on her face but she obeyed, the General almost cumming when he felt her hot, wet tongue lick around his anal opening, lapping at her submissively. Christy was eagerly sucking his cock, as a two dollar whore would do, taking his member deep into her mouth and eventually into her throat after much gagging and choking, her throat muscles working up and down the shaft.

 Another slap of the crop hit Angela, her ass raised up submissively, her knees widely parted. This time her pussy received the brunt of the strike, the leather slapping between her lips, the leather crop pulling back, its tip wet from her juices. She screamed, pushing her tongue into the General’s rectum, feeling his muscles clench on her tongue, her disgust overpowered by her desire for the lash of the crop. She almost came when he sliced the leather along her slit, pushing the lips back forcefully to strike at her sensitive inner lips with the powerful force of the Sergeant arm.

 The General’s hands gripped Christy’s head tightly, pushing her face up against his flabby abdomen, her mouth forced to take the long cock deep into her throat. She tried to struggle when she felt him shudder, knowing that he was ready to cum, wanting to force Angela’s mouth over his cock. How could it have come to this? Hoping to make her own young daughter suck the General’s cock and cum in her mouth. The General would have none of it, his hands gripping her head, holding her in place. He let her pull back, his cock popping from her throat. But she knew it was only because he was ready to cum and he wanted her waiting mouth to receive his full load, filling her with his thick cum.

 Angela’s hot tongue up his asshole was all that he needed, his balls ready to empty his cum, two beautiful girls, a mother and her daughter servicing his cock as if they were his concubines. He let his cock sit on Christy’s tongue, feeling her lapping at it as if she was a kitten licking a bowl of milk. He nodded to the Sergeant; his riding crop sliding up to slap at the vee of Angela’s widely spread legs with such a powerful stroke that her body was jerked up into the air. She screamed into the General’s ass, his cock letting loose thick, ropey cum into the mouth of her mother. He watched her cheeks bulge out as he filled her mouth, her throat swallowing, another load ready to take its place. He shot again, the Sergeant wielding the crop over Angela’s sex, slashing it back and forth, punishing her lips. The General shot three loads of cum into Christy’s mouth, seeing her throat bobbing up and down, thick cum dripping out the corner of her mouth, unable to swallow the massive amounts of cum.

 Christy couldn’t believe all of the hot cum that filled her mouth. The thick, salty fluid went into every corner of her mouth, unable to swallow fast enough before another load shot out the end of his cock, splashing onto her tongue. She heard the slap of the riding crop on her daughters backside, seeing her body shoot up in pain. But she also saw her get back into position again, presenting her sex again for another lash of the crop as if she were inviting the whipping of her body. His balls were finally drained in her mouth, cum dripping out the corner, unable to contain all of the thick fluid. She let the limp cock sit in her mouth, her tongue rubbing over the head, washing his cock clean, knowing that the General required it. She finally let it slip from her lips, the taste still lingering in her mouth.

 “It seems your mother won, Angela. She sucks cock like a two dollar whore, a skill that you are already acquiring. But you have lost. You will be the one that is sodomized for my pleasure. After just cumming, I’ll be able to fuck your hot, tight asshole for a long time. It will be a hard, punishment fuck for you. I think you should be bound for it. Sergeant, you know the position I like. Get her ready. I will use her mouth first to get me hard.”

 “No, please, do me in the ass.” Christy begged the General, but she already knew the answer. He purposely forced her to make him cum, holding her mouth tight against his cock until he unloaded his cum in her mouth. He wanted to sodomize Angela and he wanted Christy to see it.

 The Sergeant was already placing Angela in position, but not before he played with her body a bit. She stood before him, her legs slightly spread, her hands at her sides as the Sergeant let his hand slide down her belly until he found her wet pussy. “You liked the whip on your pussy, didn’t you?” He could feel her drenched pussy.

 She could only nod her head, bowing her legs out as his fingers slid between her lips to find her vagina. Two fingers quickly slid up inside her, lifting her up onto her toes as he drilled them in harshly, a sharp intake of her breathe showing how much she loved his brutal touch. If it only was his cock instead of his fingers, twisting and turning inside her.

 “On your hand and knees,” he ordered her, watching her cute ass wag back and forth as she got into the center of the bed. “Spread your legs wider,” his hands between her silky thighs, pushing outward until her knees slide wider and wider, her cheeks parting, her pussy lips pulled back. “Yes, that’s a good girl.” His hands ran over her ass, clenching on her tight cheeks, two fingers sliding up and down her sweaty crease until he touched her anus, feeling her body shudder at the touch. “The General is going to love your hot, buttery asshole again. I’m going to masturbate you while he sodomizes you. I want you to squeeze his cock and give him a good fuck. If you do, I will make you cum. You’d like that wouldn’t you Angela? You can show your mother how you cum while being ass fucked by a fat General.” He laughed.

 Her legs were spread wide, the Sergeant pulling her hands back between her legs, tying each wrist to her ankle, pulling her body back, forcing her ass to rise up higher and higher. Her head was on the bed, her back arched up, her sex so high and available. When the General fucked her, she would be unable to move away, forced to take his hard strokes, knowing that the General would not be happy until he made her cry out in pain. Hopefully the Sergeant masturbating her would help.

 The General’s cock had already begun to stir when he saw Angela. Her young body was forced into the doggy position; her ass rose up high as if she were asking to be sodomized. The tight bondage would make sure that she would receive each punishing fuck, taking the full measure of his cock up her asshole. “Why don’t you let Christy give you a good fuck? Let her sit on your cock. Let her do all the work. You can lie next to Angela so she can see how well her mother fucks.” He laughed.

 The Sergeant moved next to Christy. “Over on the bed.” He lay down next to Angela, making sure her head was facing him. “Mount me,” pushing his cock up into the air with his fist. “I’ll play with your lovely daughter’s pussy while you fuck me. Show her how to fuck. She’s tight, but not very experienced.” He watched as Christy slowly swung her leg over his hips, her pussy opening up for him, sitting high up on her knees as she poised over his cock. His hands reached up to her tits, gripping her nipples, using them to guide her body onto his.

 Angela was jealous, watching her mother mount the Sergeant’s cock. It was her pussy that should be sliding onto it, not hers. She felt the bed move as the General got behind her, his cock already hard. At least she wouldn’t have to suck it again. His dry, gnarly hands touched her ass, Angela cringing again as they began to caress her ass cheeks as if he were her lover, not the one that was going to ass rape her. She tried to move away, but the tight bondage prevented almost all movement, forced to accept one fat finger sliding over her anus. “EEEEH,” suddenly impaled on the fat finger, sliding into her rectum, rubbing her muscles as she tried to twist away. She watched her mother, her pussy slowly sliding up and down the Sergeants magnificent cock, her pussy gripping it as she gently moved up and down, fucking him. Her hips began a gentle fucking, her tits bouncing gently, the Sergeants fingers pinching tightly on the tips, forcing her up and down. Two fingers now twisted inside her asshole, her anus stretching wide around them, forcing them open, getting her ready for his cock. His other hand stroked his cock to greater hardness, the head already swelling in desire.

 Even the General was surprised at how hard his cock got again. The sight of her defenseless asshole, her legs spread wide, her hands tied to her ankles did it. He loved taking young girls in the ass, knowing how their assholes would fight the intrusion, clenching on and off of his cock, giving him such a delicious fuck in spite of their revulsion to the act. He fisted his cock, spitting on the tip, wetting it for the initial breach of her asshole. He pressed it against her anus, his hands gripping her hips. “Are you ready Angela?” He didn’t wait for an answer, sliding his cock into her anus. He felt his cock bend before he finally breached the opening, the plum like head of his cock snuggled tightly into her rectum, her anal ring clinging to the shaft of his cock.

 “AAAGGGHH,” Angela screamed in pain as her asshole felt like it was tearing. It burned as his cock pushed inside her, reliving the previous ass rapes she suffered before. She felt the fullness again, the burning as the throbbing flesh was buried inside her asshole. She tried to struggle against the bondage but did little except provide a delicious tightening on the cock snuggled inside her.

 Christy looked over at her daughter, tears running down her face as she saw the thick cock of the General shoved inside her asshole. She continued to bounce up and down on the Sergeant’s cock, the friction of his cock arousing her, his fingers pinching and pulling her nipples. She could see why her daughter was always so aroused by the Sergeant, even when he committed unspeakable and painful acts on her body. His cock was magnificent. She sank down on his cock, feeling as it was going to come out her mouth. She fucked him hard, his fingers inflicting pain in her nipples showing her what he liked. He enjoyed pain, inflicting sexual pain. She hoped to accommodate his perverted lust and make her cum at the same time.

 Angela wasn’t doing as well as her mother. The General began to fuck her in the ass, her anal spasms clenching and unclenching on the thick cock that threatened to split her up the middle. It seemed to never end. He would pull out until only the head was gripped by her anal ring then plunge back in, each time going deeper, each time reopening the wounds of the previous anal rapes she had endured. Her body was buffeted by his flabby stomach, slapping noisily into her tightened and up-thrust ass cheeks. His hands dug into her hips too tightly, guiding her back and forth onto his raping weapon, his ragged breathing as he huffed and puffed reflecting the physical energy he threw behind each deep thrust into the depths of her colon. His cock seemed to never end, the thick long member seemed harder then she could have imagined, a spear that pierced, sending cramps into her stomach each time it banged against her anal tract, cramps each time it hit a bend in her colon, forced to straighten to take the rigid member. She hated her mother, the look of ecstasy on her face as she rode the Sergeant’s cock, the cock that should be inside her, not the filthy organ of the General.

 The General fucked her for over twenty minutes. Christy had already cum twice from the Sergeants cock, his hands keeping her pumping up and down on his rigid member. The Sergeant had begun to masturbate Angela, his fingers sliding to run up and down her slit as her anal rape continued. Her look of disgust at the perverted act of the General on her teenage body changed to desire, the Sergeant an expert at arousing her flesh to a fever pitch. She even began to push back and squeeze the General’s cock, massaging the thick member in spite of the pain that she was experiencing. He grunted and moaned as he fucked her, deep, powerful thrusts, making her take the full measure of his cock with each stroke, his cock jerking in pleasure when he would force a scream from her lips when she would receive a particularly brutal thrust inside her asshole.

 She felt the cock in her asshole get bigger, stretching her clenching muscles as the thick head plunged deep into her bowels, sending shooting pains in her stomach. She knew he was ready to cum, his thrusts more urgent, his cock more demanding. She tightened her asshole on his cock, hoping to extract the cum from his balls and end the painful sodomy, her body cramped by the tight bondage, her asshole burning and torn from the long, brutal ass rape. He seemed to push his cock in so deep it felt as if it were coming out her mouth. She felt it shudder and jerk inside her and suddenly a torrid of hot, burning cum filled her bowels, her asshole rubbed raw by the constant fucking, the salty cum burning as it filled her. Three times he came inside her, the Sergeant’s fingers finally extracting the orgasm from her body, his fingers tugging and pinching her clit painfully until the pain mixed with the pleasure to mix into one overpowering orgasm that shook her body.

 The sound of sudden gunfire and busting wood and glass filled the room, the Sergeant pushing Christy quickly off of him, the General pulling his cock painfully from Angela’s asshole, his last load of cum shooting out into the air, the thick fluid landing on Angela’s ass cheeks. The door burst open, five Mexican soldiers; guns drawn entered the room, the Sergeant and the General quickly raising their hands over their head, looking ridiculous and so vulnerable, naked, with their limp cocks dangling from between their legs. They were quickly cuffed and shuffled out of the room, a Mexican officer coming in when they departed.

 “Christy and Angela I presume. We have been looking for you since your unexplained disappearance. He handed a blanket to Christy. “Go with the Lieutenant, he will take you back to our base. You will have a chance to bath and put on some clothes. We will need to interrogate you about this incident before you can leave. It is important that we learn as much about these rebels as possible. You are the only ones that have lived more then a few hours after being captured. Your information will be invaluable.”

 “What about Angela?” Christy felt the cum drip down her thighs as she huddled there, the blanket wrapped tightly around her body.

 “I will untie her and she will meet you back at the base. I will take care of her for you. You must go quickly, we are not sure of the strength of the rebels and they might be back any moment to attempt to rescue their General. We must clear out of the camp as soon as possible. We are deep in rebel territory; even the civilians are for the rebels. You aren’t safe here.”

 Christy was quickly hustled out of the room, barely looking back, afraid of the rebels. The Captain looked down at Angela, cum dripping down from her ass cheeks, her teenage body thrust up, her legs spread, so open and available. His cock was straining his trousers, pushing the front of them out like a tent. “Are you okay little girl?” His hands ran down her back, sliding along her hips to, pausing for seconds on her ass before moving down her legs to her wrists. He began to untie her. The ropes had cut into her flesh, difficult to take them off, his hands fumbling as his eyes stared at her naked sex and abused asshole. He could see the spasms of her asshole, the hole agape, blinking open and closed as if it was still suffering the anal rape.

 She felt the hands on her body, unable to do anything, immune to the fondling of her flesh, days of rapes taking their toll. She slumped to the bed when her wrists were untied, too tired and cramped to even attempt to cover up her naked body, her legs slightly spread, face down on the bed. The Captain sat next to her, his hands lightly stroking her naked back. She did nothing, letting him touch her.

 He let his hands move down lower, running gently over her ass cheeks, Angela making no protest to his fondling. “You will go in my private car little one. It will be a few hours back to the base. I will make the ride enjoyable for both of us.” He picked her up, carrying her naked body, feeling her curl up in his arms as he carried her to his waiting auto. The driver opened the door, not surprised to see a naked girl in the Captains arms, the Officers always having more then enough opportunity to take advantage of the young girls in the village. This one was special though, an American. He shut the door of the car, jumping into the driver’s seat, closing the window connecting the front of the car to the back, sure that the Captain wanted the privacy. He drove off, driving slowly, wanting to make sure that the Captain had more then enough time with the young, naked girl before they reached the base. Two hours should do it, knowing the Captain would indulge in many of his fantasies with the American girl.

 She felt comfortable and safe with the Captain, not even caring that she was naked. He cradled her gently, laying her carefully down on the cold, leather seat of the car, her nipples hardening with the sudden rush of cold from the seat. He let her recline slightly next to him his hand moving around her shoulder to pull him close to him. She snuggled into his arm, resting her head on his chest. She didn’t even protest as his hand swung down from her shoulder to gently cradle her breast, his finger toying with her hard nipple. She only moaned quietly, content to be safe. She let her legs spread when his other hand reached down to rest on her smooth inner thighs, feeling his gentle touch move up and down.

 This was going to be an enjoyable trip back, the Captain quickly taking advantage of the young, naked girl next to him. He took one of her hands, placing it on his cock, feeling her fingers instantly grip in it his pants. “Take it out of my pants,” he ordered her, more of a request then an order, his voice low and gentle. He let his finger stroke up and down her slit, her legs parting wider, allowing him free access to her sex. “I want to feel you mouth around my cock,” his hand pushing her head down towards his cock, now naked and surrounded by her tiny hands. He groaned in pleasure when he felt her hot lips wrap tightly around his cock, her tongue already lathering his cock.

 Angela quickly relented to the Captain, his powerful hands already arousing her. She allowed him to force her head into his lap, her hands freeing the hard cock, as magnificent as the Sergeant’s cock, her mouth quickly enveloping the pounding flesh. She hoped it took a long time to get back to the base. Her body craved the attention of the Captain’s powerful hands, his fingers already making her pussy drenched in her juices. She hoped her mother was doing as well, still jealous of her taking the Sergeant’s cock inside her. 

The End 