Trained to submit

“Make them tits dance,” the soldier getting carried away with making them jiggle. His fingers found her nipples, yanking them out hard until she stood on her toes, the soldier pulling them up to the ceiling.

“OOOWWW,” she cried out in pain, her nipples feeling like they were crushed in a vise, standing on her toes in hope of relieving some of the pain. But it only got worse. He released her nipples, but his hands slid down over her hips. She felt the button open and then the hiss of the zipper.

“Take it off,” the soldier growing impatient when he couldn’t get it over her hips, the spread of her legs making it pull too tight. He enjoyed the view as she shimmed it down over her hips, falling to her ankles. She now only had a pair of white panties that hid her secrets from them and that wouldn’t last long. “Nice ass on this one.” He began to rub his cock on her ass again, holding her against him when she tried to pull away. “I didn’t say to put your legs together.” He slapped one of her tits, making it bounce up and down, red from where his hand had slapped it.

The two soldiers in front of her where openly rubbing their cocks through their pants as the one behind her continued to strip her naked to be ravished by them. Her breast stung where he had slapped her, the man evil to hit a woman in such a place. His hands crept around in front of her, feeling them slide over the front panel of her panties, her spread legs leaving her open and vulnerable. His hands attacked her pussy, pinching her pussy lips until she cried out in pain, finally doing the ultimate perverse act, slapping her pussy, rewarded with her ass pushing against his cock, only to slap her between her legs again. His finger shoved her panties between her pussy lips, sliding up and down as though he was trying to arouse her, but she was too scared to be aroused.

Such a hot little pussy, slapping her pussy until she rubbed sensuously against his throbbing cock. His hand slipped into her panties, finding a dense bush, his fingers tearing out errant hairs as he sought out her puffy lips. His finger slid between them, finding her dry, but not caring one way or another. He’d fuck her wet or dry, he didn’t care, just needing relief and needing it soon. He pulled his hand out as the other soldiers gathered around her.

The other soldiers got into the act, standing in front of her, yanking down her panties in lust. They slapped her naked thighs until she spread her legs for them, a dry finger shoved inside her as she gasped in pain. She was rocked between the men, her pussy pierced by a fat finger.

“Put her on the table so we can inspect her more intimately,” the soldier ordered the other two.

She felt herself thrown over onto the table, the men lifting her as if she were a bag of potatoes. She was thrown on her back, two of the men bending her knees back and to the side until her crotch felt like it was being split up the middle. The other one came over, licking his fingers, getting it wet, knowing where he would shove it. They held her arms over her head while her legs were spread wide, the other one grinning evilly as he kneeled between her legs. She felt fingers peeling back her pussy lips until they felt like he would tear them off. Then she felt a sharp finger nail prick the sensitive skin inside her pussy, slicing up into her as her body bucked on the table in pain.

“Hold her good, she’s a tight one.” He cared little for her pain, his finger corkscrewing in and out of her pussy until it met no more resistance. Then one finger became two, her body jerking painfully as she was impaled once again. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy. “She’s almost a virgin” he exclaimed with glee. He licked his finger again before sliding under her ass. “Hold her tight, she isn’t going to like this much.”

And she didn’t, the soldier rubbing his wet finger over her anus and then slipping it inside her with a brutal thrust that drove a scream from her lips. She had never felt such a thing, his finger hurting as it drove up into her bowels, twisting and turning, his nails rubbing hard against the soft passage.

“Hot, tight hole. Never been fucked there. We’ll have to teach her. Hold her down while we get ready.” He had never fucked a woman in the ass, his girlfriend indignant when he even suggested it. But this American whore would have no such choice. She would provide the perverse enjoyment he sought from fucking a tight asshole.

One of them held her pinned to the table while the other two stripped off their clothes. When they were naked, two thick cocks jutting out, ready to rape her, the third stripped naked. They moved around her like a pack of wolves around a chicken.

“We can have her all at once. One in her mouth, the other in her pussy and the last in her ass. She’ll never forget her trip to Cuba,” the soldier proudly exclaimed as he stroked his cock.

Not only were they going to rape her, but take her in her mouth and sodomize her. All at once. She prayed quietly as she waited for the inevitable.

“You men look like you are out of uniform.” The loud commanding voice boomed in the room.

“Get out of he...” his words falling off as he turned around and was confronted by the man that spoke the words. He looked foolish as he snapped to attention, still naked. “Yes, El Presidente .”

The other two men did the same, confronted by the Commander in Chief, Fidel Castro, the new head of Cuba.

“Get dressed and get out of here. This is not how we act. We revolted to stop atrocities like this. Not to commit them in revenge. Report back to your Commander. I will deal with you in the morning.” Fidel strolled over to the girl on the table as the men scrambled to grab their clothes and get out of there. They finally slammed the door behind them, Fidel picking up the girl’s clothes. He turned around so she could dress, though he couldn’t stop himself from stealing a glimpse of her naked body before he did. And she saw him looking at her.

She was saved by none other than the leader of the rebels, Fidel Castro. She had heard them shouting his name in the streets, expecting someone more dignified, not a bearded rebel. But she was relieved, saved from the inevitable rape by only seconds. She got into her clothes quickly even though he turned his back. She had seen the way he looked at her on the table, his eyes gazing lustily between her wide spread thighs. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“It is I that should be asking for your forgiveness. My men were acting like a bunch of rapists, and I am responsible for them. I am truly sorry.” He turned around as she finished dressing. She was a beautiful girl. Far too beautiful to be spoiled by the likes of his soldiers.

“I would like to go home. Can you arrange that?” She had to get out of here, not a place for a young girl alone in the middle of a revolution.

“Yes, but it will take a while before the next plane is ready to go. Can I interest you into something to eat while we are waiting?” It was the least thing he could do.

He was a gentleman, making quick work of getting her on the next plane, though it would be four hours before it boarded. They went to the small restaurant in the terminal but they were served as if they were in a five-star restaurant. He was highly educated, surprised that he wasn’t just a rebel. And interesting, her attempted rape becoming a distant memory as the new leader of Cuba began to fascinate her. And she could see it in his eyes, following her every movement, every word that came out of her month as if she was the most important person in the world. He was enamored with her.

There was only a half an hour until the plane boarding, both of them walking around the terminal to kill time. She was surprised. Here was the leader of a revolution that was only one day old, and he was spending time with her as if they were on a date. He should be running his country. They were walking down the hallway when she noticed where she was. She opened the door to where they had held her captive, pulling him into the room.