Trained to submit

“Welcome to Cuba, Michael,” Captain Famosa said as Michael passed her. Her superiors would be pleased with her.

Monika was split from the other girls, each placed into separate rooms. Inside were three soldiers, an officer by the look of the bars on his shoulders and two enlisted men. There was a large table where Monika was instructed to put her carry-on bag, the two enlisted men opening it and spreading out the contents on the table. The Officer looked at her without saying a word. The men were commenting on her panties in Spanish, Monika not sure what they were saying, but sure it was something obscene by their laughter. The Officer finally stood up, looking at Monika.

“Put your arms behind your head, Senorita, lace them behind your neck.” He saw that she didn’t move fast enough. “NOW!”

She heard him, but her body froze. Were they going to search me? That would be the only reason for him to make her pose that way. His loud voice scared her, Monika lacing her hands behind her neck, feeling her breasts stick out. She watched as he walked behind her, her body tense, waiting for his hands to touch her. She could feel his breath on her neck as he moved in close against her. The other two men stopped what they were doing, turning to watch the Officer.

“Stand still, Senorita. I must check you for contraband. I’m sure you have been touched many times by strange men. All of you American’s are such whores.” He didn’t like the Americans, this one attractive and vulnerable.

His voice was harsh, his hands sliding around her waist. Her body froze as his hands slid up toward her breasts, Monika holding her breath as she waited, her body frozen in fear. His hands crushed her breasts, the air escaping from her lungs loudly. “EEEWWW,” the sudden shock hitting her, the two enlisted men watching their Officer with envy in their eyes.

“I don’t think that will be necessary, Captain,” the commanding voice booming in the room.

The Captain moved quickly away from Monika, the two enlisted men moving to the side out of the way. “Yes, General,” the Captain’s voice submissive to the General’s rank and stature.

“I must apologize for my men. Sometimes they get overly ambitious when confronted by such a beauty as you. Monika, is it not?” The General looked her over, his eyes going from her lovely face to her full breasts that were recently and rudely fondled by the Captain, all the way down her long legs. El Presidente will be pleased, much more beautiful than he had expected.

Monika was surprised that he knew her name but grateful that she was saved from further pawing by the Officer. “Apology accepted, General.” He had so many stars he must be the highest General in their army.

“Let me escort you out. The men are finished with you. Aren’t you!” The enlisted men quickly put her things back in her bag. The General grabbed it for her. “Your friends should be with you soon.” He walked her out to the big lobby of the terminal, finding a seat near the door. He put her bag down, his eyes watching her long, naked legs as she sat down. He tipped his hat. “I will see you soon, Monika.”

He walked off without any word from her, Monika dazed by his power. Here was a man that exuberated power. And he was handsome also. And he said that he would see her soon, as if it were already ordained. She would welcome meeting him again. It was a while before the other girls came out, Monika noticing their wrinkled tops and crooked skirts that they were subject to the same handling that Monika was saved from. No one said anything, the other girls looking too embarrassed.

Michael found the girls sitting in the grand lobby of the terminal, looking like they had been there for a while. They must have faired better than he did, Sandra and Joanna not looking him in the eye. “Well, that was certainly an experience that I hope we will not repeat. Must be the way Castro gets back at Americans.” That was the last thing said about it.

They were amazed by the cars, all relics of the United States’ past, but would be highly sought after by collectors back home. Chevy’s, 1955, 56 and 57, big fins and lots of shiny chrome. All makes and models ran on the street, though they looked like they were barely held together, parts gone over 20 years ago now. They weren’t sure how they managed to still run after all this time. And the buildings, the Old Havana barely standing in parts of the city, other part of a massive rejuvenation that went slowly due to costs.

The taxi pulled up in front of the Hotel Nacional de Cuba . It was located in the center of Havana, a view of the Havana Harbor and close to the sprawling downtown. It was large, over 400 rooms, reminiscent of the age when it was built, ornate and elegant in an impoverished land. Monika was not expecting anything like this. “It must be quite a grant, Michael, to afford this,” Joanna commented.

“It’s not as pricey as it looks. And yes, we are funded generously.” And by more than one benefactor for this grant, Michael thought to himself.

“We have off until tomorrow. We meet at 7 A.M. for breakfast and it’s off to get a good start. We have an important meeting with the Finance Ministry for background information and our liaisons. Now remember, they don’t particularly like Americans as you have seen. I still don’t know what made them change their mind, but this is the opportunity of a lifetime for all of us. So we might have to put up with some shit. Just grin and bear it.” Michael knew first hand this fact, his cock still sore from the fingernails that chewed it up.

Monika opened the door to a lavish one bedroom suite, much more than she had expected. Michael peered into the room.

“I think they might have put you in the wrong room. While our budget might be high, I don’t think this is what I had in mind. Stay for now and I’ll call you.” Michael moved down the hallway with the other two girls as Monika’s door closed behind them. He opened up the doors for the other girls, more modest single rooms, though still decorated with the lavishness of the prior century. His room was similar. He put his bag down and picked up the telephone. It rang four times before the front desk answered.

“This is room 424. We had four rooms reserved, but I think 401 is a mistake. That one is a suite.” Michael hated to say anything but he didn’t want to find out after three months that the bill was triple of what was expected.

“Yes, Senor, that is correct. The hotel gave Senorita Kowalska the suite at the same price as the others.” The clerk was very courteous.

“Who authorized it?” Michael wanted to know who Monika’s benefactor was, a bit of jealousy slipping in.

“It came from the government, Senor. Very high up I understand. That is all that I am allowed to give out, Senor.”

“Thank you, you have been very helpful.” He hung up. So Monika did have some connection to the Cuba government. But did she know it?

The next three days were hectic. They met someone new in the Finance Ministry almost hourly, meetings running into meetings, from early in the morning to late evening. While all of them were cordial, you could see that they strained to be civil, none of them liking Americans. But Michael was surprised by their openness, getting far more detailed briefings of the economic policies of Cuba than he had expected. Whoever had decided to allow them into the country had also allowed them unlimited access within the government. It only made Michael more leery of the whole situation.

The girls were doing remarkably well, the officials much more cordial to beautiful girls, in spite of being American. Michael watched carefully, but they didn’t seem to favor one over the other, including Monika. In fact if you had to pick one that they favored more, it would be Joanna, though Michael suspected that it was because she was blonde, most Spanish girls had dark hair.