Trained to submit

She was exhausted, but he finally swelled inside her, Alina not sure where all his cum came from, her insides bathed with the hot juices. And she had cum with him, humping her pussy up and down the evil device, this time it not ruining her orgasm. She was exhausted after they both came, but she used what little strength she had left to finally squeeze his cock out, a loud pop as it pushed out her abused hole. She finally felt the relief as his cum oozed out her asshole.

Monika still had the hood on, blocking off her view. She heard voices and the sound of boots in the hallway. Fingers fondled her casually, her breast thrust out between the bars, her skin finally warming the iron bars. Her nipples were teased by calloused fingers, rubbing back and forth over them until they sprang to life. What was worse was the fingers that slid between her legs, the wide spread of her legs leaving her open and vulnerable. Large fingers slid between her lips, Monika ashamed that they found her wet.

“Puta.” The soldier teased the American, his fingers plucking at her nipples until they grew hard. His hand slid down through her bush, his fingers forcing apart her lips, not surprised to find her wet. Americans were all slut, only wanting a cock to satisfy them. Two fingers found her pussy hot and tight, sliding in and out, her body already moving in rhythm with his thrusts. He had to leave, hoping he could come back and enjoy her before they let her go. Or maybe the lovely Romanian slut they had in the cell tied face down on the cot. He would love to ride his cock up her ass.

Ernesto Lopez was the head of the Cuban resistance. His parents had been killed by Castro when he came into power, but not before they were tortured in one of Fidel’s prisons. He vowed from that day to revenge them, growing up with a hatred that only intensified as he grew older and more powerful. He had connections with the American’s, especially with their C.I.A. That is how he got involved with Michael. He was surprised when he was allowed into the country, clearly Castro must know that he was a C.I.A. agent. There was something that he didn’t know, and that’s what he intended to find out. His men had followed all of Michael’s members since they arrived, shadowing Castro’s spies that were doing the same. The only one that showed promise was Monika. She seemed to have connections with Castro’s government, though he couldn’t find out how or why she did. They had lost track of her twice, once the night of the ball, Monika disappearing into the bowels of the El Capitolio Nacional building. And strangely enough a second time in the same place, but this time she was seen with General Miguel Borges Pérez, one of Castro’s most entrusted Generals. She would reappear magically later on as if nothing had happened. Ernesto rubbed his cock at the thought of the young, American girl hanging naked and spread in one of his cells, waiting for him. Not only would he interrogate her, but he would also enjoy her charms.

Ernesto walked down the long hallway, his boots clicking on the hard floors. He saw the light of the cell, a lovely naked breast peeking out from between the bars. He stood in front of her, not saying a word, his eyes raping her naked body as he checked her out. Nice tits, hard nipples, one of his men must have passed through and teased them into their erect state. A nice bush, glistening in the bright lights, the same man must have enticed her juices from her pussy. He could see the way her head moved, she sensed him, but did hot know for sure that he was here. He walked quietly into her cell, the door left open, it wasn’t that she could escape. He walked behind her, a lovely ass greeting his eyes. The muscles of her legs and thighs were taut, the wide spread of her legs forcing her onto her toes to relive some of the pain in her arms, but he could see she was tiring already. Her body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat, making her look even more sensuous. Her cheeks were clenched tight as though she sensed where his eyes were staring, but could do little to protect her pussy from his gaze.

She heard the footsteps coming closer and then they stopped. She could almost feel the eyes burning into her naked body. Was it the same one that touched her not long ago? Was he back for more? She heard him moving almost silently, the hood over her head making her other senses more acute. She was sure he was behind her, Monika tightening her ass cheeks, trying to protect the final modesty of her ass. She was sure that Michael would take her last virginity from her, not wanting it to be snatched by a ruffian rebel. Her body jerked when she felt it, a light touch, almost like a feather gliding up and down her side, Monika moving to escape it but it followed her every gyration. She felt goose bumps appear on her flesh, her nipples springing to life, throbbing as they grew harder.

Ernesto teased his finger along her side, up and down from her hip, all the way up to her armpit, sliding over the sensitive skin as her body shook in the tight bondage, her breasts doing a lovely dance as they bounced so provocatively. He moved to the other side, repeating the process until her body moved back and forth.

The touch was soft, not what she was expecting. The last one touched her with the finesse of a gorilla, this one was actually making her excited, though Monika hated to admit it. His touch teased along the soft swell of her breast, sliding back and forth, Monika pushing her breast out farther, trying to thrust her nipple into the path of the teasing touch. She felt a delicious pain, it must be a finger with a very sharp nail, sliding back and forth around her breast as it moved in close to her areola. She could only imagine how she must look, offering up her breast to his touch like a whore in heat. But Miguel had unleashed something dark from inside her, the tight bondage exciting her more than she cared to admit.

Ernesto’s fingers slid lightly beneath her breasts, his body only inches from hers, not wanting her to feel him yet. His fingers glided over the firm flesh of her breasts, hefting them up. His fingers teased close to her areola, taking one ragged nail and tracing it around the dark flesh until bumps appeared, but he refused to touch her nipples in spite of how much she tried to move her tits against his fingers, moving out of the way each time. He had something better than his fingers. He picked up one of the toys he had brought with him. The shiny metal clamp shone brightly, the long chain hanging down to a two more clamps with chains attached in a Y. He opened the clamp, the serrated edges meant to bite deep, making it almost impossible to pull off, but also very painful. After the initial sharp pain wore off, it would still leave a dull ache that would only worsen with just the slightest touch. He walked around in front of the cell, wanting to enjoy the way her body reacted when he put the jewelry on her body. He looked at her nipples, the tips so hard and pointed they looked as though they were begging for the clamps, Ernesto more than accommodating.

She heard him moving, the sound getting distant, then closer again. She could almost feel his breath on her breasts. He was in front of her. She wanted so much for him to touch her nipples, thrusting out her bare breasts into his face. A hand touched one breast, almost as if holding it, Monika’s holding her breath, hoping for his touch. “EEEEWWWWW!” It was a far cry from what she was expecting. It felt like her nipple was crushed in a vise, sharp, burning pain racing through her breast and shooting to her brain. She shook her breasts but that only aggravated the pain, stopping, even a deep breath made it hurt more. “It hurts!”

Ernesto opened the clamp wide, placing it around her hard nipple without touching it. He released the clamp, the serrated edge biting into the brown flesh of her nipple, pinching down, the flesh crushed beneath the unyielding metal. He loved her scream and the way she shook her breasts as if she could somehow throw it off. Her breathing was ragged as she stopped moving, finally coming to the realization that any movement only made it worse. “Of course it does Monika. And now for the other.”