Trained to submit

He spoke to her. And she felt his hand on her other breast, her body taut as she waited for the pain. It took only a second, another scream tore from her lips as the terrible pain in her nipple raced through her body. She couldn’t even breathe just the rise and fall of her breasts from this simple task made the pain ignite one hundred times. “No more,” she begged him, but she couldn’t even see his face. She felt the tug on her nipples, pushing her breasts out in hope of relieving some of the pain. But the more she arched her back, the more the strain on whatever was biting into her nipple flesh.

“Do I have your attention Monika?” He tugged on the chains one more time, a gasp from her lips each time the clamps dug deeper into her flesh.

Each time she felt some relief, she would feel a tug and then the pain would intensify. She wasn’t sure what was on her nipples, all she knew was the pain. “Yeees,” she stammered from the pain. “What do you want?”

“I have two clamps on your nipples Monika. Very sharp clamps as you can feel. They are all connected by a lovely chain. One tug and it sets them all into motion, and you know what that feels like. And I have one more before we will talk. That way I will have your full cooperation.”

She had never felt such a thing. If she didn’t move the pain went to a dull ache, her nipples throbbing beneath the metal that kept them imprisoned. And he had one more, Monika afraid where that would go. Then she felt his fingers between her legs, the bondage keeping her open and vulnerable, none more than now, his fingers touching her intimately, Monika not knowing where he would clamp, though Monika was afraid of any of the possibilities. “NOOOO!” She felt his fingers coaxing her clit from its protective hood, his fingertip squeezing it at the base until it popped out, his finger rubbing it until it grew erect like a tiny cock. He couldn’t do it to her clit, that was her pleasure button. “Not there. I’ll do anything,” she begged.

“Yes, you will do anything once I clamp it. But that way I will have your undivided attention. Such a big clit you have Monika. So much better for the clamp. It will bite deep in it.” He opened the jaws of the clamp wide and placed it over her exposed clit. He let the jaws slowly close, feeling her body jerk from the first touch of the cold metal on her sensitive organ. Her inhuman scream rang out in the cell, bouncing off the hard walls. Her body shook as she struggled under the terrible pain, Ernesto enjoying her pain.

She felt her clit swell when the cold metal touched it, her body betraying her. The pain was horrific, Monika screaming as the clamp felt like it was tearing into her clit. It hurt so much she almost threw up, shaking as the pain laced up her spine to her brain. She could only hope that the pain would die down to the terrible ache in her nipples, anything better than what she felt now. “No more, please.”

“Now we can talk.” Ernesto grabbed the end of the chains, pulling the slack from them until the clamps danced to attention. “Now that’s not so bad, is it? If you hold real still it wouldn’t hurt much.”

She felt the tension in the clamps increase, sure he was pulling the chains. She braced for the pain, relieved when it didn’t come.

“Now tell me who you know in Castro’s government. For such a young girl, never having been to Cuba before you have a wide circle of friends.”

“I don’t know anyone. I was never here before.” She answered quickly.

Ernesto yanked the chains hard, a shrill scream filling the air of the damp cells, her nipples and clit dancing like a doll in the hand of a puppeteer. “I don’t believe you Monika. Maybe you want to tell me the truth this time.” He yanked the chain one more time for effect.

It felt like he was tearing her clit and nipples off, the pain lacing through her body. A second time he tugged only made it worse. She couldn’t take much of this, afraid he would tear her clit off. “I met El Presidente ,” she blurted out.

“You met Fidel Castro?” He released the tension in the chain.

“Yes,” her body trembling, waiting for him to tug on the chain again.

“When?” What was special about this girl?

“The night of the ball. He sent for me and I met in him a private room. We smoked a cigar together.” She didn’t tell him anymore.

“What interest does Fidel have in you Monika?” He tugged the chains until the slack went out of them.

“My mother. He knew my mother many years ago. Before I was born. I guess he just wanted to meet me.” She felt the chain grow taut again, afraid of not answering truthfully.

“And have you met him again?' He tugged harder on the chain until he felt it pull on her clit and nipple, a gasp coming from Monika’s lips.

“No,” she answered truthfully, though she was sure that he watched her when she was chained to the rack by Miguel.

“And General Perez. Did he know your mother also?”

“He saved me for a strip search at the airport. And he brought me to meet El Presidente .”

Ernesto gave the chains a good tug, especially the one attached to her clit. He watched the tiny bud yanked harshly out of shape, Monika screaming in pain. “Is that all?”

She was ashamed to answer, but her clit felt like it was being torn off. “He took me to the dungeons below El Capitolio Nacional .” She didn’t want to say anymore.

“So the most important General of the Castro regime is a tour director for visiting American girls. You better start telling me all the truth before you lose your clit forever.” He tugged a bit harder, watching the tiny organ straining, the hard metal biting painfully into the red organ.

“He chained me in the rack.” She paused while she got the courage to say the rest. “Then he masturbated me.”

“So the General likes the young body of the American. And what did you do for the General? He is not known for being denied his pleasure. Especially when he has a captive audience.”

“A cock was forced into my mouth.” Or three, though she didn’t mention the others that might have been in her mouth.

“So the General took you in your mouth. I hope you were very accommodating.” He released the tension in the chains. “Are you going to see El President or the General again soon?”

She ignored his other comment. “Probably,” or at least Monika hoped she would.

Michael nodded to Ernesto to put on his hood. He did, Ernesto moving behind Monika. He slipped the hood off of her head, a lovely face greeting him, a luscious set of lips reminding him of what she did for the General.

She felt the chains falling, tugging on her clip and nipples as they swung back and forth before they stopped. At least no one was at the end of them. She felt the hood slipping over her head, the bright lights leaving her temporarily blinded until she adjusted to the lights. Then she saw him, Michael standing in front of her. Naked. And he wasn’t bound like she was. She turned to see someone behind her, his face covered with a hood like the one that came off of her head, now curled up on the floor. “Michael. Help me.”

Ernesto put his hands on her hips, pushing his hips forward until his cock rubbed against her naked ass cheeks. “Such a nice ass on this one Michael. Have you had her there yet?” He moved his hips from side to side, his cock throbbing for relief.

“No, she’s still a virgin there. I think. Monika did the General take the virginity of your asshole. Or did you just suck his cock?” He couldn’t believe what had come out of her mouth. She had met Castro. And General Perez. And he tied her up and masturbated her, making her take his cock in her mouth. And by the sound of her voice, it sounded like she enjoyed it all. This was not the Monika that he thought he knew. Was there a dark desire that he knew little of?