Trained to submit

So El Presidente knew Monika better than Miguel did. He was sure that she would turn him down, yet here she was, lying back on the rack as if she were getting into her bed for a good nights sleep. He would not underestimate her again. He would push to see her far her limits were. “Arms over your head, Monika.” Miguel nodded to one of the guards, the soldier stunned as he watched the girl willingly submitted, grabbing the leather cuff and bringing it down to meet her raised arm.

She felt the guard grip her wrist in his powerful hand, pulling her arm until she felt it stretch to meet the cold leather strap. She had to stop from panicking when she felt the leather wrapped around her slim wrist, gasping as the leather tightened. She didn’t have time to think as the other soldier made short work of her other wrist, feeling the pressure in her shoulders as her arms were strung high above her head. She looked up with a panicked look on her face as she tugged on the chains, the iron chains banging noisily, but holding her secured. She took a deep breath, trying to fill her lungs, her heart racing widely. She looked down, her breasts strained by the thrust of her arms, so vulnerable, yet she couldn’t help but noticed the way her nipples protruded out, pushing out so provocatively as if begging to be touched. Or worse.

Miguel wanted the pleasure of securing her legs. He pushed a button and the table began to move up on one end.

“EEEEWWW,” panic in her shouted gasp as the table began to move, Monika afraid that her arms would be stretched. The table began to get level, actually taking some of the pressure off her shoulders. She looked at Miguel as he moved to the end of the table, readying the other straps. He was staring up between her legs, Monika afraid of how she would be in a few minutes once he secured her legs to the two corners of the table. That is when she would be most vulnerable, her legs spread wide, her short skirt would do little to protect her.

“Relax,” Miguel tried to calm her as his hand gripped one of her ankles, his large hand easily able to encircle it. He felt her muscles tighten, giving her a moment to surrender. He moved to the corner of the table, pulling one leg over with him, her other leg moving with him as she tried to keep her legs closed. He took his time as he secured the worn leather strap around her ankle, tightening it until the leather cut into her soft flesh. He released it, Monika testing the chains, the clanging of the iron chain on the hard wood table filling the room with their ominous sound.

Now the panic sent in again as Miguel grabbed her other ankle in his powerful grip. He would spread her legs so provocatively, the table wide. The two soldiers moved to the foot of the rack to get a better view. She felt her legs pulled open, unable to do anything but submit, her choices taken away when her arms were bound in the leather cuffs. She felt her legs spreading wider, her pussy getting wetter as Miguel spread her leg to the other side. It wasn’t as bad as she thought, the chain closer. She felt the leather cuffs digging into her skin until she was bound tight. Miguel stood back and feasted his eyes on his prey. Her breasts were thrust up high, her heavy breathing making them move erotically, her nipples pushing out her top. Then his eyes moved to her naked legs, spread so willingly, the leather cuffs keeping her open. He moved up to her head, looking down at her, the two soldiers standing to the side, eager to see what would happen.

“How are you doing, Monika?”

His voice almost sounded genuinely concerned, but she didn’t know how he could be since she was the one that was bound on a torture device. “How should I be?”

“Well, Monika, you are bound to a table, your arms and legs spread to the corner like a butterfly.” His hand pushed her hair from her face, feeling the sweat on her forehead. His hand moved over her cheek and traced along her lips. His fingers moved inside her lips, forcing her mouth to open wider as he pushed his finger inside. He began to move his finger in and out of her mouth. “Your mouth is open, my finger inside fucking you, but it could be just as easily my cock. Or theirs,” pointing to the two soldiers. “Or all of us.”

He was fucking her mouth, Monika wishing it was his cock instead, but the mention of the other two soldiers opened up something new. She hadn’t expected that Miguel would allow others to have her. Though she should have expected it, the soldiers standing close to her, able to see everything that Miguel might do to her. She did what was expected of her, sucking his finger as though it was his cock.

“Yes, very good, Monika.” She was sucking his finger, making his cock grow at the thought of being inside her hot, tight mouth. He pulled his finger out of her mouth, one finger trailing down over her bosom and down between the valley of her breasts. Her chest was heaving up and down, his finger tracing over the fullness of one breast, circling the nipple that grew in anticipation of his touch. “And those lovely breasts. I could make them naked, your nipples available to whatever I wish to do to them. Have you ever felt the exquisite pleasure of a clamp biting into the sensitive tips? Or nestled a cock between them until it came all over your face?”

What was going to happen to me? Miguel looked down at her, pinching her nipple until she squealed in pain, but the pain raced between her legs, igniting a lust that she had never felt before.

“And I forgot to tell you. There are four rollers instead of two on this table for a reason. Not only will they stretch you, but they will also move to the side and spread you. Especially those lovely legs. I can spread your legs until your crotch feels likes it’s on fire. And strip you naked, your pussy spread so obscenely that I could peer deep inside your body without touching you.”

That scared her more than anything else, now knowing why her legs were not spread very wide. The soldiers were looking up between her legs, her short skirt doing little to hide her treasures from them.

“That is what I am going to do now, Monika. I want those lovely legs spread wide.” Miguel pushed a button, a red light coming on the panel. “Don’t fight it, Monika, it will do no good and you could hurt yourself.” He pushed the button and the twin rollers at her feet began to move sideways, the chain pulling up.

She was afraid as the chains began to pull her legs open wider, dragging along the harsh wood, pulling out to the side. And as her legs spread, it tightened the chains on her arms. She began to feel a dull ache in her crotch as the mechanical mechanism continued, never growing tired as it split her up the middle with unyielding precision. “Please,” she begged, but Miguel’s hand did not move to push the button again, her legs continuing their obscene spread, Monika not able to see much, only to feel it. No one had ever spread her like this before.

Her legs were spread over four feet wide, and he still didn’t stop. He wanted more. The motor hummed so seductively, never hinting to its obscene act as her body began to stretch, not only her legs but her torso and arms, her back arching up, thrusting her breasts out. He finally pushed the button, her legs spread over five feet wide, her toes pointed to the corners, the muscles in her thighs taut. If he didn’t stop, there would have been the fatal popping over her joints.

She couldn’t breathe, her head spinning, her crotch aching, feeling her pussy stretched by the obscene spread of her legs. All the muscles in her body were taut, not knowing what to expect next.

“I don’t think your skirt is doing much good any more, Monika.” He looked between her legs, her panties clearly visible, the short skirt had ridden high up. His hand ran up from her knees, teasing along one tanned thigh, feeling taut muscles, his hand enjoying the silky skin. He moved all the way to her panties, his fingers teasing along the sensitive skin where her legs met her torso.