Trained to submit

“You know what to do with him. Take this one to a cell. Strip her and hang her from the cell bars. You know the way I like them. Put a blindfold on her, we don’t want her identifying any of us if she makes it out of here. Then we’ll see if she will talk.”

She bounced on the wide shoulder of the man, his hand on her ass holding her tight. She could smell the damp rank of a cellar, the air getting cooler as they moved down a hallway. It became quieter, the men talking in the distant growing faint until she could hear them no more. She was alone with this one, to be stripped and strung up like a piece of meat and she couldn’t do anything about it. What did they want from me and Michael? Did I have some secret that I didn’t even know about? Of course, they must be rebels, somehow knowing about her strange relationship with Miguel and El Presidente .

“I’m going to untie you. Don’t move a muscle or even try to take the hood off.” His English was much better, having learned at a young age by his mother. He pricked the skin of her back with his knife. “That’s what will happen to you if you disobey.”

“Eeehhh,” the sharp prick in her back feeling like a dagger stabbing her. She froze as her hands were untied. She could only stand there as the man began to make short work of her clothes. First was her blouse, his hands large as they pressed against her breasts as he fumbled with her buttons before she heard two of them flying off in his frustration. He yanked it over her shoulders and down her arms, yanking it from her hands. She felt the chill of the air on her half-naked skin. His calloused hands touched her naked back, spinning her around, Monika knowing her bra would be the next garment stripped from her body. His hands were cold as they managed to unsnap the bra, his hands slowly sliding the straps down her shoulders. She could feel him behind her, a thick cock pushed against her ass as the bra slipped down off of her breasts. A shiver ran through her body as the bra cups rubbed over her nipples, the buds hardening in the cold and anticipation of the cellar. It fluttered over her legs and landed on one of her feet. Even though she knew what he would do, it was still unexpected, two large hands cradled her breasts, hefting them up as though he was weighing them. Her nipples sprang to life as the calloused fingers rubbed over them, the fear overcome by the arousal of his gentle touch. His fingers snapped back and forth over the tips, Monika arching her back as if she were offering them up to him, ashamed that he was arousing her.

“ América zorra ,” feeling her begin to respond. He squeezed her breasts harder, his powerful fingers compressing the firm flesh until her nipples popped through his fingertips.

Her skirt was next, falling to the ground, Monika wishing she hadn’t worn a thong tonight, her ass cheeks rubbing against the rough pants of the man behind her, feeling more vulnerable with little to protect her from his cock. He didn’t even bother to pull her thong down, the sound of the fragile fabric ripping filling the room. She had to spread her legs to release the thong, the man caring little for her discomfort as he pulled the dry fabric up between her pussy lips. She stood shivering, naked in the cold, damp air.

He turned her body around until she was facing the tall, black metal bars that ran from the floor to the ceiling. The leather cuffs were conveniently located, worn from years of use. “Hands up,” his hands grabbing her wrists and putting them up into the air until each was conveniently placed near the cuffs. He didn’t have to tell her, making short work of securing each of her arms in the cuffs, both of them forcing her almost up onto her toes, each one spread wide to the opposite sides. He slid his hands down her side, taking a detour to run his hands over her full, naked breasts. He kneeled down at her feet, gripping one ankle and yanking her leg wide to one side, another cuff, this one cold, hard steel snapped around her slim ankle and shut with a loud clank as the lock snapped into place. He moved to the other side, staring up at her naked crotch as he pulled her open like the wishbone of a chicken, her cheeks parting, her pussy lips pulling back. He heard her grunt but cared little for her discomfort. She was just another slut to interrogate. He had to hold her leg tight, slipping the steel cuff shut.

Her nipples pressed against the cold steel of the bars, Monika moving to the side, her breasts pushing between the bars. Her toes already ached as she stood on them, her feet straining to keep her shoulders from pulling out of place. She already ached and she was only bound for a second. She felt his hot breath blowing on her ass cheeks, his hands grabbing her ankle and pulling her open as if she were a toy to play with. The cuffs on her ankles hurt, not like the ones on her wrists. It was hard and cold, probably steel or iron. She felt her skin pinched between the metal before she heard the sound of the lock clicking in place. The finality of being bound. Her other leg was quickly secured, her crotch spread wide, just as Miguel had done to her on the rack. Hands left her and then there was silence, only the sound of her breathing in the room.

Michael took off his clothes outside the cell. “Punch me. Make it look good, a little blood goes a long way.” He hit Michael, his head rocked to the side, his lip split, a trickle of blood running down his chin.

They shoved him in the cell, the lovely Romanian girl just as they promised.

“Tie him to the bed with the slut. We’ll get to them later. Let them enjoy each other’s misery for the night.”

Michael looked at the girl. She was barely twenty. They suspected she was a spy for Castro at the American base, getting a job with her girlish good looks and charm. And he could see why, the girl naked, bound face down on the bed, her arms tied to the head of the bed, one in each corner, her legs similarly secured, spread wide. Her cheeks were parted, a tiny anus barely visible, a pink slit revealed from behind. Her ass glistened, the guard pouring olive oil all over her cheeks, the girl panting indignantly when his fingers rubbed the slippery oil up and down her defenseless crack and over her tiny anus. She had panicked at the time, but since they left her alone since then she felt more secure. A fatal flaw. She looked up at him, her eyes going down to his cock, his organ rigid, jutting out in front of him. Her eyes moved away in feigned shame.

“Lay on top of her,” the guard threatening Michael with the butt of his rifle.

“I’m sorry,” he pleaded with her as he lay down on top of her, his large body easily covering her.

“Put your cock between her cheeks. Let her feel your manhood all night long.”

Again he apologized to her, his cock jerking in pleasure as he placed it between her cheeks, sliding easily along her oiled ass crack. They tied his arms and legs just like hers. They turned off the lights, plunging them into darkness, but not before one of them put something beneath her, the girl protesting indignantly, her ass pushing up and staying up high, pushing sensuously against his hard cock.

“I’m Michael.”

“Alina.” She felt his cock move, pushing between her cheeks, feeling the hot hard flesh of his organ in such a perverse place. “Don’t move. Please!” She begged as she felt his cock shudder.

“I can’t help it, Alina. You are a very sexy girl. And we are both naked. If you don’t move I think my cock will go down.”

“Yes, I will be very still.” She could almost feel it growing, not shrinking. Her body froze. After a few minutes it seemed to be working. While his cock was not soft, it wasn’t as hard and demanding as before.

Michael used all his willpower to concentrate on something else, though it was difficult since he knew what would happen tonight with the lovely girl beneath him.