Trained to submit

Michael was through with her but Ernesto still had plans. He took her down from the bars, making her kneel at his feet. He tied her arms to her ankles, her mouth conveniently situated, his cock already hard again. He took her just as General Perez did, his hands guiding her head up and down his cock until she received his cum in her mouth, making her swallow it and clean his cock before he released her. Michael and Monika left a short while later, Ernesto handing Michael the small vial of poison for Monika. He would be able to control her. He was walking out of the building when he walked by the cell, the single bulb dangling from the ceiling silhouette the lovely ass of the Romanian girl that Michael had 'interrogated’. Her lovely ass still glistened from the oil that lubricated her. Michael had told him of her confession, tomorrow she would be disposed of properly. His cock grew again at the thought of Michael fucking her in the ass. He slipped into the room, the girl not even stirring as he undressed. She didn’t even cry out until his body smothered hers, his hand guiding his cock between her cheeks. He pushed into her ass without any preliminaries, sinking six inches of rigid cock into her resisting asshole as she screamed in pain. It only made him harder, beginning to pound in her asshole, her gaps of pain only igniting his lust to greater depravities. It took him ten minutes to cum inside her, by then she was only sobbing uncontrollably, her voice hoarse from the screams as he violated her asshole.

She felt the weight on her back and then the pain, thinking that it was Michael again. But this one was cruel, her ass split apart by a thick cock. It wasn’t gentle, shoving half of the thick cock into her as she screamed, her asshole splitting from the large cock. It wasn’t a gentle clenching like Michael, this one fucked her hard, eight inches of cock plunging deep inside her guts while her stomach turned in pain. Then it pulled out, sucking her guts out with it, pausing just long enough to begin again. It tore up and down her ass for long minutes, Alina crying in pain. Finally it ended, her bowels taking his cum deep inside her. He pulled out immediately, leaving her laying there, her asshole ablaze in pain, fearing he would come back for more.

Michael wasn’t sure of Monika’s acceptance of their plan. She had committed to it, but he wasn’t sure that her acceptance was genuine. They had decided to keep a close watch on her, though it was difficult, Castro’s security forces able to make her disappear right under the noses of the rebels. She didn’t say anything regarding Saturday night to Michael, acting as if the whole thing never happened. Michael got back into the project, far too important to play second fiddle, even to the demise of the Cuban President. No matter what happened with that plan, if he pulled off this study as he planned, his recognition would be greatly enhanced, and it seemed like Monika was instrumental in getting the difficult documents he needed, her connections with the government impeccable. Michael would use that to his advantage.

“I need two things, Monika, that the people that I talk to have been reluctant to give me. The first is the sugar production numbers for the last twenty years. I know they are going down, even though Castro says they increase each year. I need the real numbers. The second is the preliminary estimate of the oil reserves in waters off the Cuba coast. This is crucial to Cuba’s future. There has been speculation of up to four billion barrels of oil.” He was hoping that with her connections she could secure them.

“So what am I to offer them for this information, my body?” Michael’s demands were getting unreasonable. First the plot for her to poison El Presidente , now he wanted information that only Miguel could get her access to. He had no scruples regarding using her in any manner as long as his agenda was furthered. When she decided to seduce him, she longed to submit to him, but this was not what she had in mind. Her submission only went as far as her sexuality. She was too strong of a woman for anything else.

“Not many men can resist you, Monika. All you would have to do is tease them.” Michael could see that he wouldn’t get anything sexually from her for a while. He would have to satisfy his lust with Joanna and Sandra, a thought that was not distasteful by any amount. In fact, he thought he might do a threesome with them this weekend. He barely noticed as she slammed out the door.

She was still one hundred percent behind the study, doing what she had to do to make it a success. And if that meant using her feminine guiles to get Michael the information, then she would do it. In spite of him or maybe just to spite him.

Somehow she knew she would see Miguel this weekend, though not sure how. She dressed with that in mind, a short skirt, tight blouse, highlighting all of her “assets” though she knew that in the case of Miguel, she wouldn’t expect to stay dressed for long. On a spur of the moment idea, she decided to take a taxi into Old Havana but wasn’t surprised to see a jeep pull up in front of her, Miguel’s smiling face beaming out at her.

Miguel got out of the jeep, pulling the seat back so Monika could get into the back seat. “I hope I am not keeping you from anything, Monika.” He looked at her, his cock hardening at the sight of her long, naked legs.

“Only you,” she quipped back at him. She really wasn’t that hungry, at least not for food. She wanted something else from Miguel. She got into the back, three pairs of eyes staring at her legs as her short skirt rode up high on her legs. The two soldiers were not the same as from the other day. But it was Miguel that interested her, not them. The jeep pulled out, Monika not knowing where they were going, only hoping. She wasn’t surprised when they pulled into the back of the El Capitolio Nacional , her pussy getting wetter at the thoughts that raced through her mind. “Another tour, Miguel?”

Miguel got out of the jeep, watching as Monika tried to be as ladylike as she could getting out, but it didn’t stop him from getting a peek at the dark treasures between her legs as she tried to maneuver from the back seat. “There is so much more to see. And feel. Maybe you would like to be on the rack again, this time face down, Monika, that luscious ass open and vulnerable.” He paused for a moment before he added. “I hope the rebels saved it for me.”

So he knew, though she should have expected it. How much did he know about that night? Did he have spies in the rebels? Did he know of the plot to kill El Presidente ? She was sure that she was about to lose her last virginity today. And the thought of being bound when it happened only heightened her expectations. She could feel the eyes of the two soldiers on her ass as they followed them down the hallway to the interrogation room. She passed by the cells, a reminder of the cells she was strung to by the rebels. The door opened to the room, Monika already feeling the cuffs on her arms and legs.

They walked by the rack, Monika staring at it as if she regretted that he passed it by. He stopped at the end of the row. “Yes, this should do nicely, Monika. Don’t you think so?”

Monika looked at it, understanding the basic concept, but this was different than what she had read of in history books. Maybe she should have studied torture more, laughing to herself. “A pillory, I presume. But I don’t fully understand this one. I’m sure that you will instruct me in the more intimate uses of it.” She could feel her panties grow damp with desire. She looked at the heavy wooden beam, three holes in it, one for her head and two for her arms. They were secured to the ceiling with black chains, thick interlocking rings of steel. The floor in front of it had another thick beam of wood, this one secured to the floor with iron brackets. There were at least ten slots in it spaced along the width. Each would hold the individual, spread wider as they progressed to the edge. The farthest would surely split the individual up the middle before they could be secured.