Trained to submit

She was ready when he was, but Michael pulled his cock out of her mouth, Monika opening her mouth wide as he stroked it in front of her face. She stared at the one eye of his cock, watching as the tiny hole opened wide as the first rope of cum shot out in and arc and landed on her nose with a loud thud. She felt it sear her flesh, the hot cum slowly dripping down as Michael continued to stroke his cock, her hand clenching on his balls to urge another load of cum onto her waiting face. His next blast of cum was on target, shooting into her open mouth and landing on her tongue and lips, the heavy, salty cum quickly filling her mouth with his crème.

Michael watched his white, milky cum drip down her face slowly, her mouth opened wide as he shot a second load on her tongue. She scooped it up into her mouth. “Open wide, Monika,” slipping the head of his wet cock into her mouth, her lips glistening brightly from his cum. Her tongue licked lovingly on his cockhead as she cleaned it, Michael finally pulling it from her lips.

It didn’t take him long to get hard again, Monika finding herself in the middle of the bed on her hands and knees, Michael behind her, his cock already deep inside her as his hands circled her waist and slid between her legs to tease at her clit as his cock reamed out her pussy. He hammered into her for twenty minutes, his hands keeping her ass high up into the air, his cock flying in and out with abandonment. She rotated her hips, his cock touching everywhere inside her with deep strokes that finally brought her to an explosive orgasm, his fingers pinching and pulling at her clit while her insides nibbled at his cock until he blew a second load of cum inside her, mixing with her juices. He left her with neither of them barely saying a word, Monika quickly falling asleep, his cock taking the edge off. But she still had erotic dreams of Miguel.

Monika was off for the afternoon to do some research that Michael wanted and had been unable to obtain. He hoped that a lovely female would have better luck in convincing a man to give it to her. She was just about to enter the office when she heard a familiar voice that made her pussy wet.

“Come with me, Monika.” Miguel was flanked by two soldiers, young enlisted men that were part of his detail, El Presidente forcing Miguel to have them, weary of the rebels. And they did come in handy at time, this being one of them. He didn’t wait for an answer, hustling her off to the waiting jeep.

She felt secure with Miguel’s hand around her waist as he led her off to the jeep that was waiting outside as if he knew exactly where she would be. Come to think of it, he probably knew her every move and that of the others. She looked at the two soldiers with him, young men barely her age, both of them snapping to attention each time Miguel spoke. Both of them were also handsome, their bodies tight from the vigorous training. She knew better than to ask where they were going, just hoping she would have time to get Michael’s information without him knowing that she had disappeared again. She liked keeping this secret from him, making her feel so naughty.

The jeep pulled past the El Capitolio Nacional , but drove around back, pulling into a dark alley that was barely visible from the street, two guards at the gate as though it contained top military secrets, the men saluting sharply as the jeep pulled up to the gate. It opened, the jeep pulling into the bowels of the building, stopping at a large loading dock. It was strange, all the windows had bars on them, almost as if it were a prison, not a public building.

Miguel helped her out of the back seat, his eyes feasting on her naked legs as Monika struggled vainly with her short skirt, but could do little to stop it from sliding high up her legs. She was glad she wore the short, silky skirt that clung to her ass and hips, almost as if she knew today would be the day she would see Miguel. The other soldiers eyed her body as well, Monika no stranger to the looks of lust men gave her. They walked up onto the loading dock and to a thick, double door, another guard opening it with a loud click of the lock. Whatever was inside was well shielded from the public. The fear of what was inside only added to the erotic excitement.

The two soldiers followed them, Miguel’s hand around her waist possessively. “This used to be a prison for political prisoners before El Presidente took command of the county. Many that entered through that door never left it standing up.”

They were going down a long hall, cells opened to the hallway, no privacy afforded, even to the small sink and toilet that was placed in the corner of the rooms. There was a cot in each room, conveniently placed in the center, some still with leather straps placed in all four corners. “Is it still used?” She wasn’t sure if she should ask that, still trying to figure out where she stood with Miguel.

“Officially no,” Miguel skirting the issue.

“Should I worry?” Monika’s voice trembled slightly.

“Fear is just as much an aphrodisiac as arousal.” They went to the end of the hall, two large doors looking so imposing. “This is the interrogation room.”

Monika felt her fear increasing as she walked into the room. It was large, filled with various pieces of furniture, if that is what you could call them. Most of them looked like they dated back to medieval times, heavy wood, iron and chains. They all had one express purpose. To keep the individual secured in them, immobile, unable to stop the atrocities that would be committed on their bodies.

Miguel led Monika over to his favorite. “This is the rack. I’m sure you have heard of it. It can literally pull a body apart by its limbs. And can be slow and painful or quick and deadly, depending on the inquisitors’ desires. Most inquisitors achieve sexual pleasure from torturing their victim. And, if done correctly, the victim can also achieve the same pleasure, their choices taken from them by the tight bondage, free to focus all their attention on what is being done to their unwilling bodies. Unable to stop the most perverse acts committed on them.”

Monika looked at the rack. It was made of thick, hewn wood, rectangular, over seven feet long. On each corner was a wooden roller, a chain connected to a thick leather cuff rolled around the roller. The cuffs lay opened on the table, beckoning to its next victim. The rack wood was stained from years of use. It was wider than she would have expected, almost more square than rectangular. And the ones she saw in history books only had two rollers, one at each end, this one more sinister, though she was not going to ask many questions.

“It can be lowered or raised, one end higher than the other, all to make the victim easily assessable to whatever the inquisitors’ desired. It was a favorite for female victims, leaving them helpless and open.” He looked at Monika, a hint of fear in her eyes. He liked that. Now he would see how willing she would be.

“Very interesting,” Monika wanting to move on. She watched as Miguel flipped a switch, the gentle hum of a motor beginning. He pushed a button and the rack at one end lowered to the ground, the other end moving higher. She suddenly got the feeling they weren’t going to move on yet. Miguel still had more to tell. This one had been updated with modern technology, motors replacing the manual cranks of the past.

“Would you like to try it out, Monika?” He waited, seeing the look in her eyes when he said it.

Now she understood what El Presidente had meant, though she didn’t understand how she would enjoy being tortured. It was a moment of decision. She had already been afraid of being restrained, even panicking when her own blouse held her arms pinned. Now she was to entrust her safety to a military general in the bowels of a building that housed a torture chamber and maybe still used for that purpose. To be tied to a device that would literally tear the limbs from her body. And three men that would be able to do anything to her body while she was incapacitated. It normally wouldn’t have been a hard decision to turn him down flat. Except. Her pussy was soaked at the thought of Miguel having such control over her body. She had been dreaming of him demanding her submission as Michael does. No, more than what Michael does. And that excited her more than she feared. She didn’t say a word, moving to the foot of the rack. She laid back on the steep incline until her back hit the hard wood, her feet on the ground. She waited for his instructions.