"The Cruise"

"By Curt Strap"

Chapter 2 and 3 by Powerone

From Powerone: I have always loved this story, though it isn’t written in my style. I love the details. After reading this story for many years, I finally decided to add the missing chapter. Or at least the one of the girls being questioned and the punishment for the dope in their shoes. I did make one minor change in the original story. It had said that they didn’t touch for the girls for four weeks. I thought that was a little unbelievable, so I changed it to read that they did start “questioning” them, lying to Nora that the girls were untouched.

(To be continued) Nola still has to take care of her oral chores with Curt and the children still have to be "questioned". And of course Nola gets a life sentence for her involvement in the coup. And the girls??? How long for the dope in their shoes. I could use some help if anyone is interested. This chapter probably should precede the existing chapter 10.

First published: October 24, 1993 as Pamela1.zip

Edited and Updated: March 30, 1994 as Nola28.zip "The Cruise

Chapter 1

I saw Nola the first time in early July. I had been to the book store looking for some special books that catered to my bizarre tastes. I finished my business and was walking along the path towards the pier. The air was rich with odors of tanned skin and the beach was decorated by female flesh in bikinis. I was about to turn back when I noticed a woman sitting on the low wall by the pier. She was with two preteen girls, both fair haired and fair skinned, dressed in shorts and halter tops.

I guessed that they had been on the beach and were just about to head home. The woman was tall, lithe and sexually attractive. She had a direct and determined look that suggested she thought a great deal of herself.

One of the girls called her Nola. Nola and the girls moved off along the path toward the city. She had fine features, a confident gait, and beautiful blue eyes. She was probably in her thirties.

Her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail.

As she walked slowly along the path, one girl on either side of her, several pairs of eyes followed her progress. She had a buxom figure like many of the other girls on the beach. She was wearing a very tight black sweater and a pair of well worn cut-off jeans. The jeans must have been at least a couple of sizes too small. I swear I have never seen denim that fitted a woman so tightly. Surely they would split if she tried to bend over. Her breasts were full but needed no bra under the tight clinging top. She had long and graceful thighs.

Her ass was splendid. There was no tell-tale ridge of panties.

The woman seemed to be advertising to the world that she was not wearing any. She was wearing black boots with high heels that were out of place at the beach but looked great.

Yet the young woman did not have the appearance of a girl “asking for it.” With two children that would have been impossible anyway. However the woman seemed to be tantalizing the men near the beach with a display of what they would love to have but were never going to get. I think that excited her.

I watched this beauty as she strutted. It was easy to overtake them and pause near the rail, secretly observing her from the front. My camera was fitted with a zoom lens. I held it pretending to take a shot of the pier. Watching her carefully I turned a little and brought Nola’s beauty into focus as she came towards me. When she passed I turned around and, at close range with the zoom lens, took several shots of Nola’s buttocks as she walked by. I followed her keeping the camera low, as if I was not using it, but my finger never left the shutter release. The automatic winder wound the film a dozen times.

Nola flaunted her ass along the path then stopped. She put down the shoulder bag she was carrying and began to look for something inside it. I don’t think she had any idea she was being followed. Her buttocks swelled out and parted as she bent over. I just about ejaculated in my pants.

My tongue was dry. With great enthusiasm I examined her ass in this most suggestive pose. I leered at her buttocks, the swell, the softer feminine flesh of the lower rear curves.

She led the children off again. By now she was aware I was going the same way. She looked with a mixture of unease and disdain at the camera. She may have guessed that I had been photographing her and she could well imagine what sort of pictures of her I now possessed. With the children trotting beside her she turned abruptly down one side street and then hurried down another. I walked quickly cutting through an alley and emerged behind her again. I discovered the destination of my quarry then went home to make some plans.

The dark afternoon mist gathered outside my basement window. I closed the curtains and laid out the photographs in the strong light of the desk lamp. I knew I was going to enjoy myself with this one. The perverted lust she inspired in me was overpowering. I felt no vindictiveness towards her but I would not have saved her from any sexual ordeal. She was a perfect object for gross tyranny.

Just suppose she had been abducted by some country where torment is inflicted in underground prisons. I could picture Nola bare naked and spread-eagled face down over a horizontal bar, naked tits swinging free, whips and implements of torture prepared. The two girls were bare, hanging by their wrists, hugely erect naked men spanking them and forcing deformed fingers into their bodies.

If I were given the choice of releasing them or being permitted to watch, maybe even taking part in their night long ordeal, I would have chosen to stay and participate without hesitation. My obsession with Nola and her fair skinned children was so great that I wanted to witness a brutal night for them in a torture chamber.

Certainly I wanted to see the trim young woman energetic in sexual passion. But I also wanted to see her screaming, tears staining her face, streaked by the leather whip or writhing under the red-hot irons.

My desires were a matter of extremes.

But how?....And where?...

Certainly a backward culture, defending the rites of interrogation and punishment without interference...

* * *

It was some time later that I learned that Nola had booked a cruise to South America with a stop in Peru. I had no trouble booking a first class cabin on the same ship.

Chapter 2

The trip had been a year in planning and at last Nola was going to South America to see the remains of the Inca civilization.

Nola had grown up spoiled with every luxury a rich socialite mother could buy a daughter. She had been a scrawny, homely child and her mother, fearing her daughter may not find a suitable husband, had regimented the girl’s life. She had spent thousands of dollars to straighten the girl’s teeth. And much more for special schools, medically supervised diet and exercise programs, and custom designed fashions. As Nola was near-sighted, she had tried to get her contact lenses but the girl’s eyes wouldn’t accept them, so she got her special glasses. Nola had beautiful long blonde hair, which received the finest care from experts.

Despite her shapely, poised adulthood, Nola remained single. She attended an excellent university and had a master’s degree in anthropology. She had been to Europe twice and held a deputy curator position at the museum, a job that she did not need. Nola was so spoiled that her romances always ended shortly after they began. But at nineteen and again at twenty she gave birth to a daughter, each time refusing to marry the father. Nola was self-centered and completely devoted to herself, her looks and her pleasures. And she had no intention of sharing anything with a man. Men were only playthings, disgusting pigs, and she despised them.

Preparations complete, she spent the rest of the day anticipating her trip, and of course, how she could make an impression on any stupid male she might meet. After dinner, she indulged in a vice she had picked up in college...hash.

Nola had done a lot of traveling and fancied herself somewhat of an expert smuggler. She didn’t feel she was a criminal as all she ever took with her was for her own use and she didn’t indulge very much...it was more a matter of doing something exciting and naughty and her make-up kit was so complicated, she had been through all sorts of customs checks and had never been caught. Besides, men were such dull creatures. She just had to smile sweetly at them, wiggle her ass a little, and she could get away with anything. And traveling with two cute girls helped even more.

What mother would jeopardize her children? She took advantage of any situation. She used everyone, her own children and especially men.

Chapter 3

My initial intention was to enjoy the amenities of the ship, the luxury and elegance that was provided to those of could afford to travel first-class. The oak paneled dining room, the white linen and silver on the tables, the well prepared meals, the desserts were mine to enjoy.

Nola, however, was never far from my evil thoughts as, in the early light of evening, the liner weighed anchor and slipped down the channel from the dock towards the open sea.

She was standing by the ship’s rail. She wore a loose coat over her shoulders. Then, as she turned her face towards me, I saw the faint hint of recognition in her eyes. I was a little apprehensive. What if she pointed me out and complained that I was a pervert who took pictures of her. I do not think that much would have come from her complaint but it might have been embarrassing. But I felt only excitement at the thought that I was going to be in such proximity to Nola and her children. For many hours of the voyage she would be in the next cabin to me. I would keep her under constant surveillance while planning her downfall.

The suspicion vanished from her eyes. She shook her head and turned again to stare at the darkening ocean. I smiled as I thought of her in captivity abroad. Her money and influence would not help her. Oh, the stuff of dreams and fantasy. Perhaps she would be sold into sexual bondage in some forgotten port. A terrible thought. Yes, but if you had seen Nola walking with a wiggle of lithe hips or staring with eyes oozing hatred you would know how easily she could inspire such cruel dreams.

She was not at dinner that evening. In fact, during the first few days she seldom appeared outside her cabin. Nor did the children. Nola and the kids might as well not have existed for all that the other passenger’s saw of her. And that fit well with my plans. They would not be missed.

I thought of nothing but Nola until the humid morning of our arrival off the coast of Peru. I indulged myself in vivid, horrible fantasies about the woman and children I rarely saw during the voyage. I jerked off to foul thoughts every day. I knew that I was on the verge of a secret reality.

We reached the port in the early morning. The ship docked in the inner harbor. Our stay here was to be short and we were to sail again the next morning. As usual several customs officials came on board, their tan uniforms drenched in sweat. They were polite to me as I handed them a sealed envelope.

Chapter 4

In the morning, she awoke hours before the ship was to dock. She showered and selected bright red panties and bra. She tried on her sexiest clothes and checked herself out in the mirror. She finally settled on her attire for the morning after about a dozen changes. It would be a white tailored skirt, cut just above the knee and slit on both sides about six inches. Even though she thought it might be inconvenient she elected to wear heels and a low-cut top with bare shoulders but no panty hose. Her bra and panties were just barely visible through the white material of her skirt and blouse. She brushed her long hair out and let it hang down her back.

The children, Tashia 11 and Jenny 10, dressed in snug white shorts and halter tops. Both girls wore their hair long and tied it in a pony tail. They were little images of their mother. Both were tall for their age and were blessed with bright blue eyes and trim bodies and long blonde hair.

Chapter 5

Having ensured that my luggage was unloaded, I went back to the ship and found the door to Nola’s cabin open. Nola and the children faced two obese customs agents. Nola was standing with her back to the porthole, watching the two men blankly.

“You are detained for being in possession of contraband,” the fat officer stated in broken English. “You will admit this crime?”

She shook her head. The one who had asked the questions nodded to his assistant. The younger man squeezed past him, seized Nola’s arm and twisted it up behind her back. This forced her to bend over facing her accuser. The skirt rode up at the back exposing her thighs.

Jenny rushed at the agent and beat her small fists against his back. Tashia seemed paralyzed, her eyes filled with tears, her mouth quivering as she cried. Nola did not know what to do. Her feminine beauty and her prestigious position in the academic world were lost on the crude customs inspectors. This had never happened before. Everyone treated her with courtesy. This couldn’t be happening. These terrible men had no right to question her.

The man turned to the child and pushed her hard against the bulkhead.

“Is this your first time at Port Magellan.”

“Ye...yes...yes!” she answered, panic gripping her throat.

I stood there, intrigued by the sight before me. Neither officer seemed to notice my presence.

“I do not believe you.” he grunted at the woman. Your passport is false. You know that?”

“No-o-o-o! That’s impossible. Just check with the Embassy. They will verify my identity. And this outrage will be reported to your superiors. You will be fired!” Some of her confidence returned as she attacked them verbally.

“Do you have prohibited goods concealed? Hashish?”

“No! You’ll pay dearly for harassing me. When the Embassy...”

He cut her off sharply, “We shall see.”

She knew that the disgusting pig was taunting her and enjoying her helplessness. Tears of rage and humiliation flooded her eyes. She kicked at him wildly. The man smiled crudely. That was just what he wanted. By making her resist he could arrest her and take her to the jail for searching and interrogation.

“We may have been able to make a deal with you. A few hours on a bed in the jail cell and then we let you go. But you attached a government officer. For that you go to prison. And the children, too. You will come with us.”

I stood quite still witnessing this exciting drama. The officer turned and saw me.

“You,” he said, in the tone of a man who exercises power over men. “You are a witness to her attack on the authority of the state. You will also come with us.”

I felt a growing excitement to see what would be done to Nola and her children.

“You will sign a written statement and be free to go. For the prisoners it is different. They will be locked up until the investigation and report are completed."

Chapter 6

Their luggage was off-loaded and taken away. Nola intercepted a black deck hand and tried to get him to take a message to the Embassy. He did not appear to speak very good English but with vague gestures she was assured that the message would be delivered. She sighed in relief. This mess would be sorted out very quickly and those insolent men would be adequately punished.

* * *

The crewman boarded the vessel and went about his work. He never understood anything that bitchy white woman said. She sure had nice tits and a cute ass though. He thought about the piece of paper she had given him. He wondered if the police chief would give him anything for it. It was worth a try.

* * *

We went down the gangway and across to the waterfront fence.

We were ushered through customs by grinning guards. Beyond the tall dock gates there were bars with signs advertising alcohol and nude dancers. There were carts selling silver jewelry and beer. Others were selling lottery tickets. A seagull hovered in the hot sky with the patience of a vulture. The street, lined with palm trees and unpainted cafes, was filthy with garbage and broken asphalt.

We turned off the street and passed a deserted gas station. Near the end of this decayed avenue was a house surrounded by an eight foot fence topped with barbed wire. Over the gate was the ominous crest identifying the structure as a prison. Nola was at the mercy of the republic’s local police. The two officers led the prisoners up the stone stairs. The sour smell of stale urine assaulted my nostrils. All the doors were securely bolted. We entered a bare foyer with a vaulted ceiling and barred windows. The office of the Commandant was directly in front of us. A cell opened off it, a stifling hot room with a prison bed, a chair and a barred window overlooking the prison yard.

I waited with the officer while his assistant marched the children into that sweatbox with its steel door.

“Lie down,” the gross guard ordered sharply, “On the mattress. Give me your hands.”

There was the click of steel cuffs around the children’s slim wrists then a second metallic click as the cuffs were locked around the steel frame of the bunk.

“You’ll stay here until we are ready to question you.” he smirked lewdly. The girls were so stunned and terrified that they could do no more than gasp and squirm. Tears flowed freely.

The guard left the cell and double locked the door.

Chapter 7

Nola was taken to another room opposite the cell where she was met by the local version of the law, a sweating obese man in a wrinkled grey uniform. She still carried her purse and make-up case.

“I demand to speak to the officer in charge,” she hissed.

“I am the officer in charge,” he replied in broken English.

“I demand that you release us immediately. I am the representative of the Smith museum. Your government has given me permission to inspect the Inca burial ground. I have diplomatic immunity. Release us this instance or you’ll be very sorry. I’ll phone the Ambassador immediately and he’ll speak to your superiors!”

“You may make arrangements to leave as soon as we check your passports and you are inspected by customs. If you have done nothing against our laws there is nothing to fear.”

He pulled a cord and a bell rang. Two men entered. Nola handed the man her passport. It was warm and she was very nervous. She sweated profusely as the man at the desk said, “You will be searched thoroughly. Do as these men direct. They’re not obligated to give anyone special treatment.”

One man took her purse and make-up case and dumped them on the desk, the other stood in front of her and began the search at the top of Nola’s head. She cringed as the man’s big dirty hands probed through her hair, parting it, palpating her scalp, rumpling and disheveling the long blonde tresses, checking her ears, removing and inspecting her glasses, then putting them on the table with her purse. Next, the man’s strong hands forced her mouth open and she gagged as his slimy, dirty fingers felt around inside her mouth, under her tongue, and in the hollows of her cheeks.

Nola was now perspiring heavily. The underarms of her light jacket were soaked. She was ordered to take it off. The man unfastened the lining of the jacket with a knife and shredded the garment, then tossed it on the floor. Nola’s red underwear was clearly visible through her perspiration soaked white skirt and top and she shivered fearfully and she felt the man unzip the blouse.

“Stop, you can’t do this. This is obscene. I demand that any search be done by a female officer.”

“Shut up, or you’ll never leave this place!”

Nola was stunned.

The man behind the desk leered at her as the man removed her blouse completely and said, “It is just a formality. Why do you sweat so much? Do you have something to hide?”

“N-no. This is n-not UH...” Nola stammered as she put her hands in front of her breasts. The second man came to aid the other one, anxious to get in on the action. He grabbed her wrists and held them together at the small of the woman’s back. The one in front of her fondled her bra and noticed a little padding. He removed the bra, then slit the material and pulled out the little foam pads and threw them on the floor. Then he removed Nola’s cloth belt, unzipped the skirt and let it drop.

Nola cringed in terror. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. It has always been so easy getting checked by customs.

The man holding her wrists moved her so the other could pick up the skirt and check it over. “You sure have sexy underwear,” the man behind the desk smirked. The man behind the girl released her hands and motioned for her to remove her panties.

Nola was shocked and was ready to attack the foul creature behind the desk, but, sensing she had no choice, instead stripped off her remaining clothing and removed her shoes then stood rigidly with her arms covering her pubic mound, bare naked, wet with perspiration. Her face was scarlet with humiliation and fright.

“I-I-I have nothing to hide,” she said in a weak voice.

“We are here to determine that, woman,” the man shouted as the guards led her to an ominous looking table and bent her forward over it. One of the men put on rubber gloves and brutally probed her rectum with his fingers. Then, she was placed on her back on the table and her feet were placed in stirrups. Nola’s humiliation was complete. She was menstruating and a tampon string dangled from her open pussy. A gloved hand jerked the soaked tampon out and laid it on her belly. The man then probed and poked for a few minutes. She was let up and led back to the desk. There was a red streak on the pale skin of her belly where the tampon rested. It had fallen on the floor when she stood up.

Nola was given back her blouse, skirt and shoes. She dressed quickly, ready to leave this horrid disgusting place. She was replacing her glasses when she gasped in horror. The man at the desk discovered her stash in the handle of her make-up case. He dumped the hash on to the desk with sadistic pleasure, smiled, and said, “This is illegal! You will be punished. Justice is quick here.”

While the man wrote some notes on three papers on his desk, Nola pleaded with him, but to no avail. When he finished writing he said, “take her to the prison square and flog her. Fifty lashes. Then turn her over to the warden. Her sentence is one month. “Question her children and find out what crimes they have committed. When you have their confessions bring them to me so that I can pass sentence. Take her away!"

Chapter 8

The men pulled her out through the front entrance then into the dusty prison yard. It was now close to noon. The sun was directly overhead. She sweated heavily as the men led her by her upper arms around the building to another open area. When she saw the place where her punishment was to be carried out, she shrieked and tried to pull away from the men. They held her tight.

The square was dominated by an elevated platform with an overhead crossbar, very much like a primitive gallows. There was a small fireplace on one side of the frame. It emitted a cherry red glow. The men forced her to the platform and turned her to face the open area. Nola looked down in horror at the group of evil men and boys, all waiting to see this pale blonde woman punished.

The man on her right, the one who had brutally checked out her orifices spoke for the first time. “I get to do you,” he said, smiling wickedly at Nola’s surprise that he spoke English. “You will find this an experience you’ll never forget. Now, let’s see you spread your legs, criminal.”

“Please, no! I beg you. I didn’t hurt anybody,” Nola pleaded.

“Obey!” the guard screamed. Nola looked at the expectant crowd and spread her feet as far as her skirt would let her, only to hear the guard smirk, “Wider!” The man reached down and grabbed both ends of the straining slit in her skirt and ripped it to the waistband. The other man did the same on her left side and Nola forced her legs further apart until she was straining to keep her balance in her high heels. The men then fastened leather ankle cuffs on her and stretched the girl’s legs further apart and fastened them in place with ropes to steel eyebolts on the platform deck.

Nola was now off balance and tried to keep from falling. The men stood and spread her arms above her head and roped her wrists to the overhead beam. This hurt her shoulders horribly but the support held her from falling. The man picked up a pair of scissors and cut off all her clothing and removed her shoes and glasses, leaving her hanging, straining, glistening with sweat in the blazing sun.

Nola looked into the guard’s cruel eyes as he stood in front of her snipping the scissors in the air in front of her face. “You know what happens next,” he said, grinning into Nola’s terrified eyes. She shook her head slowly from side to side and gave the man a pathetic pleading stare.

“Criminals in our country all get convict haircuts,” the man continued as he stroked the petrified woman’s long blonde hair. “I’m going to enjoy this just as much with your cute kids.”

With that sadistic comment, he took a handful of Nola’s gleaming hair and cut it off. He continued cutting, tossing the long tresses off the platform. Nola wailed in abject despair. While he mangled her hair, the crowd scrambled for samples. Soon, he left his humiliated victim with only ugly stubble. Nola had stopped crying and whimpered nearly unheard. The other guard dumped a bucket of salt water over her and grinned in anticipation as the prison’s executioner mounted the platform, carrying a wicked looking strap and some long thin iron rods.

The guards left the platform and the horribly fat torturer stood in front of the spread-eagled white women, surveying her naked flesh. Nola was so frightened that she couldn’t scream. After a long inspection of his suspended victim, he placed the irons in the red hot coals of the fire box and took a position behind the woman.

Thirty seconds passed then the first lash landed with atrocious ferocity across her bare ass, thrusting her body forward and tearing an ear-splitting scream from her. The second lash tore into her back and shoulders. He waited about a minute, savoring her writhing flesh then laid the third lash just below the first one on her buttocks. The whip raised ugly purple welts and a trickle of blood seeped from an abrasion on her ass. He worked on his shrieking victim methodically, alternating between her back and her surging ass. Ten strokes, still forty to go. He attacked her upper thighs with four searing cuts.

Nola had stopped shrieking and now hung, staring expressionlessly into the crowd. The brute stepped in front of her and tore her belly with four strokes. She started screaming again. His yellowed, broken, rotting teeth were exposed as a terrible grin spread over his face. He aimed the lash at her trembling breasts. Again and again the leather cut into her tits drawing incoherent shrieks of pain from her distended mouth. Ten times the brutal leather cracked into her defenseless tits tearing at her nipples.

Twenty-eight. He had to be careful. He couldn’t let her find relief in unconsciousness. She was going to take every one of the fifty strokes. The insides of her thighs attracted his attention and four nerve shattering blows crashed into her. Nola uttered a frenzied shriek, her body rigid. Her toes curled and her hands clenched until the fingernails bit into her palms drawing blood. Thirty-two. Lots of time left.

* * *

I was just part of the crowd. Anonymous. There were smiles all around me as the voyeurs relished the torture that Nola was being subjected to. This white woman’s ass and tits were going to be torn and bloody when this was over. And there were other pleasures to watch after the whipping. They were going to use hot irons on her. There was no escape for her and when she was back in the prison everyone knew that the woman would be fucked in every orifice. The gang-bang would last most of the night. Some were aware that there were two little girls with her when she was arrested. They wondered when the children would be on the platform to be ravaged with cane and glowing iron. Some men were already stroking their erect cocks.

He went behind the woman again. The eighteen remaining lashes would be on her ass. Nola twisted her face toward the spectators. Her blue eyes were wide and wet with tears. Her mouth hung open and spit ran down her chin. Her gaze met the obscene smiles and eager faces of half naked boys masturbating vigorously. The torturer raised the strap high over his head. The sunlight caught the black leather as it curved downward. Then the whip landed with a hiss across the sensitive under curves of Nola’s ass. The anguish was evident in her tortured facial expression. She screamed her inability to endure this torment, but she screamed in vain. She writhed her hips and shook her tits, far beyond what she should be expected to bear. The erotic writhing of her whipped ass sent shivers of delight through those watching her torture. She would have done anything to interrupt the flogging but nothing was offered. She would have confessed to anything just for a moment’s rest. She would have condemned her daughters to the same treatment by accusing them of any criminal act her captors mentioned.

The whip snaked down again and branded her ass. The whip cracked a second time and the tip of the lash caught her between her buttocks searching for her virgin anus. Her expression of hurt at this intrusion made the torturer smile in anticipation. Having found a place where she was still so responsive, he aimed a similar stroke. The whip’s biting tip found its target, then again, and yet again. Thirteen to go.

With horrible pleasure he lashed her ass three more times in the same place then he performed a much more terrible indignity on the stripped, screeching woman. He let the end of the whip fall to the deck between her spread legs. He snapped his wrist. The leather snaked upward and attacked the sensitive lips of her gaping pussy. Whatever anyone may have thought, it was impossible to anticipate the reaction to this disgusting act. Her vocal cords were paralyzed by the intensity of the anguish. Then a wild outburst. “You have killed me!”

Her body shook uncontrolled. The hideous pain had barely subsided when the lash struck again. Nola's body twisted and turned as the leather found her most sensitive flesh again and again until ten horrid blows had been delivered between her spread legs.

Chapter 9

I went to the prison three weeks after Nola was arrested and was given access to her on the condition that I would provide information against her that would ensure that she would never be in a position to tell tales of anything that was done to her. The one month detention was nearly over and they didn’t want to let her go, nor her children. They were enjoying the young, white girls too much.

I was in an unusual situation of being able to de exactly as I wished with the woman and getting her brats into hell with her.

* * *

I made my way to the cell in which she slept. The guards opened the door quietly. The guards who supervised her that night had put her on her belly without a sheet over her. Her wrists were attached to the frame at either side of the prison bed. The light from the doorway showed me that she was asleep. Her head, covered only by the stubble that remained of her hair, lay on a pillow. I could see that her eyes were closed and her lips were parted a little. I moved forward very quietly to the bed.

The guard who had attached her face-down for the night had wedged two leather covered pillows under her loins. These emphasized the spread of her young thighs and gave a broad curve to the firm cheeks of Nola’s ass. Not only did this make her available for whatever acts the guards might inflict on her, it also made Nola appear to be offering herself in an obscene manner.

That she should be made to present herself to men whom she held in contempt added a keen spice of Nola’s humiliation to my enjoyment.

I sat silently on the edge of the bed without waking her. I paused for a moment and then lowered my head over her. I examined that area of Nola’s anatomy which interested me the most. I studied her flesh from her waist to the backs of her knees. As I studied her buttocks, I was close enough to smell her damp sweat.

Since the first day I was Nola’s hips and buttocks my thoughts of her had been tinged by sadistic desires. A bitch like her easily excited the vile instincts of men like me.

Her legs were relaxed and parted a little. I was able to make a close survey of Nola’s lightly-haired sex between the rear of her thighs and my tongue ran expectantly on my lips.

I looked at the blue-veined hollows behind her knees and the pale smoothness of the backs of her calves. There was a slight humid sweat on the soft inner surfaces of her thighs and on the flesh separating her buttocks.

The effects of the whipping and the hot needle that ravaged her ass two weeks ago had faded. But there was still a hint of the savage whip. My cock responded to the erotic naked flesh. Having Nola’s ass bare for my inspection encouraged by my thoughts of torture and rape gave me a furious hard-on.

The cheeks of her ass were relaxed in sleep. I looked closely where her cheeks curved together, at the sexually suggestive cleavage of her crack. My eyes followed the dark forbidden valley hidden in shadows even in the light from the door.

To wake her, I slipped the fingers of one hand between the rear of her legs and fondled Nola’s intimate feminine flesh. At the same time, my other fingers were between her rear cheeks, probing and finding her anus. This rude fingering brought her to life. She stirred a little and then woke up with a sudden tightening of her body.

“Lie still and be quiet, Nola. I’m here to help you. But you have to be co-operative if you want to get out of this hellhole. I have a plan.”

Nola turned her head toward me. Her eyes gave me a look of defiance and hatred, tempered by unease. She recognized me.

I smiled at her, trying to gain her confidence.

“Trust me,” I said smoothly, “and you’ll be out of here today.”

I saw hesitation in her eyes. I also saw hope.

“How?” she said. Her eyes flashed excitement.

“Just tell me where the rest of the stuff is. I’ll get rid of it. I’m a lawyer. I’ll appeal the one month detention. With time off for good behavior you’ll be out of prison today.”

“What about Tashia and Jenny, are they okay?”

“The girls too, there’s no evidence against them, at least not yet! The guards are too busy with other prisoners right now. They haven’t even been questioned yet,” I lied. “By the way, what do you know about plans for a coup to overthrow President Gonzales?”

“Can I really trust you?”

“Sure,” I smiled, “but you don’t have much choice, do you?”

“I guess not.” Nola looked around, making sure they were really alone. “Only what I heard from a friend before I left. They’ve been planning it for months. I sure hope they’re successful. This stinking government should be overthrown and the perverts running it sentenced to lengthy prison terms. Especially that horrid judge.”

“What about the drugs? You must have more hidden somewhere?

What they found was only a few days supply.”

“You promise to get me out of here?” she asked. Her private thoughts were more perverse. This bastard will roast once I get home and get a few of dad’s old friends to take care of him.

“I’ll get you out, but it’ll cost you something.”

“What?” she said. “Anything.”

“The drugs?”

“There’s some in the heels of the girl’s shoes.”

There was a pause. Nola watched disdainfully while I stood up and unzipped my pants. Smiling, I held before her face my hard erection rising from its nest of grey hair, showing it to the woman with vindictive amusement. I held my penis right in front of her face, making Nola inhale the smelly, masculine odor of it.

“Have a good look at it, Nola! I’ve wanted to show it to you for a long time. When I followed you from the beach. When I took pictures of you and your kids. And you’re going to feel it too. You’ll have a hard time with it....”

“You,” she spat. “I know you. You’re the filthy pervert that used to follow me. I thought I recognized you on the boat.”

“Careful, Nola, if you want out of this prison.”

She stopped. But her venomous attack continued in her private thoughts. Filthy obscene bastard. When she was home, he would suffer, oh, how he would suffer. She had the money and resources to make sure he learned some very hard lesson. She would destroy him.

Grinning at the anger in her eyes, I showed her the swollen head. Nola gasped through clenched teeth and pulled vainly at the straps holding her wrists to the prison bed-frame.

“Have another good look at it, Nola. Close up. You’ll suck on it later. You think you’ll refuse? If you want out of here today you’ll beg for a taste of it. Do you want the guards feeding cock to you for the rest of your sentence? And to your precious little girls? That’s what they’ll do, you know.”

Still smiling at the fury in her eyes, I teased her a little longer with my erection. Then I sat down on the bed.

“Lay still, Nola. Your ass is the only thing about you that interests met. And that little treasure hidden between your cute cheeks. Your asshole, Nola. I think you understand now, don’t you? Those times I followed you, when you looked up and saw me standing behind you. Or when I was behind you with a camera. It was your fine young ass, Nola. No need to pretend any longer. It’s your ass that interested me most.”

I brushed the rear of her legs and fingered the flesh between her legs. Nola was tense, her head face down trying to hide her face, her breath exhaled through clenched teeth. I slipped my fingers along her sweaty crack. I parted the cheeks and ran my finger over the tiny entrance.

“Let me have a good look at your asshole, Nola. Don’t clench your buttocks if you know what’s good for you. You’re really tight there. Never had anything up there, Nola? I’ll have to fix that.”

She turned to stare at my vulgar outburst, gasping and struggling to avoid my attentions.

“Lie still and relax your cheeks. That’s better.”

She jammed her knees into the hard mattress as my finger prodded her asshole. There was nothing else she could do except scream for the guards and she knew the consequences of that.

She cursed me in quiet whispers.

“Cool it Nola, or I’ll call the guards. Do you want me to? Do you want Tashia and Jenny up on that platform? Do you, Nola?”

The shock of my question overcame her resistance to my searching fingers. I tickled her asshole with my finger-tip as I whispered to her.

“They’ll be whipped really sadistically, Nola,” I said softly. “And they’ll use a cane. Do you really thing they can take a real prison caning? The Arab guards will make them scream and they’ll enjoy doing it.” I had enjoyed the spectacle of the girls, the guards making them suffer, their young, immature bodies lashed while they screamed in pain.

I let my fingers feel the folds of her sex, her anus, the backs of her knees and back to her anus.

For a moment, I paused and studied my target. Nola was tensing and shifting her pale ass cheeks again and that made her look suggestively sexy. I watched her asshole twitch.

“I’ve got plenty of time to have fun before I get you out of here.” I fingered her asshole again. She gasped and tried to squirm away but I held her firmly around the waist. The prolonged and repeated fingering of her asshole told her what was going to happen.

“Do you want the guards doing this to the girl’s?” I threatened. They had done much worse than that, forcing the girls to take adult cocks in their little girl bodies.

Circumstances had changed since Nola could flick back her long hair and stare contemptuously as the men who admired her. Humiliation was a necessary part of my plan.

I displayed my penis again for her, holding it under her eyes, directing Nola to look at it, telling her to imagine how it would feel when it stretched her ass.

Nola gasped, the contemptuous eyes glaring at me in fury and her face glowing with anger. But though she tensed her buttocks, tightened her mouth in defiance and pulled vainly at the straps holding her wrists, she could not prevent what was being done to her.

I slipped two fingers into her ass.

Nola’s short uneven release of breath and the shifting of the mattress under the pressure of her knees betrayed her useless and writhing resistance.

I intended to impose submission and humiliation on the woman.

She gasped and cursed me, but I just smiled at her.

“Ask for it, Nola. Ask me to fuck your ass.”

“No,” she said. “That I won’t do, for any reason.”

“Well, Nola, I guess you can kiss freedom goodbye, then.” I said and got up and started for the door.

“Wait, please wait,” she begged.

I turned and smiled at the hysterical woman fettered to the bed. “What?” I said.

“Do it, please do it,” she said, crying.

“Do what, Nola, tell me?”

“F...fu...fuc...fuck....my...my...ass, please?”

“What else?”

“I don...don’t know, please don’t do this to me. Tell me?”

“And I’ll lick your smelly shitty cock clean.”

The shock of this brutal command silenced her. She lowered her head, hiding her face from me, and made no attempt to argue.

“Last chance.”

“I...I’ll li...lick your sme....smelly, shi..tty coc..k clean.”

I made her wait, pretending to think about her request. Her limbs wrestled in vain against the bonds that held her. As she writhed, the swelling cheeks of her ass touched and parted.

Then I knelt astride. I steadied her ass with my hands. While I adjusted the angle of my cock to her anus, she still panted and squirmed, the mattress moving under her knees.

Nola’s wrists were still firmly strapped to the metal frame but now she began to writhe her bare legs and twist her hips in final resistance. The bed creaked. My hand smacked hard on the bare flesh in front of me.

My hot cock touched the cool smoothness of her ass. Then the stiffness probed between the cheeks into the humid warmth. There were gasps and short, angry wails from Nola as she felt the raw meat enter. As she twisted her head, trying to look around desperately, I made a final effort. Nola gave a short gasp deep in her throat, a vain rejection of what was being done to her. I felt the thrilling tightness of her asshole pass over the head of my thrusting cock. I pressed full length and there was a quiet cry of alarm as she felt the size and depth of the intrusion.

Her resistance stopped. Though Nola loathed what was being done and hated the man who was doing it, her feminine instinct warned her of the havoc she might cause to her body by struggling too hard while impaled.

I looked down at the swelling cheeks. Almost the entire length of my meat had vanished and Nola’s asshole was desperately stretched around the shaft.

I put my arm around her neck and drew her head back until the pain of resistance made Nola grunt. I held her head back so that I lay with my head touching hers.

“Ready for the fun to begin, Nola?” I asked. I bit her ear, murmuring to her, “You’re really tight, I’m going to make it hard for you.

I sodomized the woman for twenty minutes. I paused from time to time because I wanted to prolong my pleasure. Nola didn’t lie quietly. Her buttocks tensed and her hips shifted as she panted.

Through clenched teeth, she spit out her revulsion and contempt for me as I pumped her ass in a rictus of struggling and frenzy. I stopped smiling and let my face stare with vindictive sadism as I rode Nola hard to climax.

I let go of her neck and watched her ass to excite myself to the maximum. Nola's asshole was stretched hard around the plunging cock. My balls exploded sending me into delirious ecstasy.

There was a sound of revulsion from Nola when I withdrew and dripped semen onto her ass.

Chapter 10

Surely against the tenets of his religion, Mohammed was watching this spectacle with a cigar in his hand. Ali was seated on a stool behind the suspended naked whipped woman making preparations for the second part of Nola’s sentence. He held, in his right hand, a long needle with a wooden handle and placed it in the glowing brazier.

Ali held the needle in the flame until it was glowing. Fixing his chosen spot with the fingers of his left hand, he touched the flesh of the flagellated ass with the needle’s tip. He held it there a second, then withdrew it.

Nola’s screech of pure agony and terror tore from her throat.

A dark spot appeared on her ass, no bigger than a pin’s head, from the needle’s unholy burn. Ali began to cover the underside of the contorting buttocks with more jabbing probes.

Nola’s limbs contracted, she jerked at her bonds. Ali dotted the whole under-side of her crimson ass with tiny blisters and worked now in between the welted cheeks.

Her body convulsed. Her head went back, her eyes went wide, no breath came from her mouth as the hot probing needle searched the crack of her ass. Finally Nola exhaled a long and hopeless groan.

* * *

Mohammed strode forward. It was his turn at the heathen white prisoner. He lifted the front of his robe. There was a pause, then another wail of despair from Nola as the man shoved, gritting his teeth. She rose on her toes, moaning and crying, “Nooooh...not there....please not there...oh..un..ooooh!”

Mohammed commenced a steady pitiless pistoning.

Nola, wailing, gasping bucked her hips frantically trying to push off her impalement. The crowd watched the spasm with amazement. It was much worse than she’d expected, more disgusting and frightening and it got much worse when he began heartlessly to piston in and out of her ravaged ass. She began to groan and sweat.

“Please...ow...oh...please, stop!”

“You bitch, sit back on me,” Mohammed grunted, “or I’ll have Ali twist your nipples with red-hot pincers.”

The penetration of the largest cock she had ever felt forced her to try to sever herself from the rod. For her body told her not only of its immense thickness but that there were several more inches to come.

“No....nugh....no!”

More of the prick ploughed into her as the man impaled her. He reached around her and twisted her nipples until she screamed.

“Nnngggh...ough...pfffff!”

Still fighting to get free, she grunted, snorted and sweated in humiliation and raw pain. She felt the jam of his hard balls against her body. Then the brute scalded his load into her, ejaculating in jets of filthy slime.

She never felt him slide out of her. She had fainted.

Chapter 2

Tashia and Jenny

The girls lay on the smelly bed, sweat clinging to their bodies in the hot cell. Tashia tugged on the cuffs that kept her locked to the steel frame of the bed, the steel cuff biting into her slim wrist. She looked over at Jenny, her younger sister, barely ten, crying on the dirty blanket. Tashia was thirteen, the older sister. She had to protect Jenny. “Jenny. Are you okay?”

Jenny looked up through tear stained eyes. “What did we do wrong?” She didn’t understand why they were cuffed to the bed in the cell.

“It’s not us, it’s Nola.” She still called her mother Nola. What had she done to get them into all this trouble?

Tashia jumped at the unexpected clanging of the cell door. It had been hours since Nola was dragged off. She looked at the door as it opened, terror etched on her face as she saw the guard that had cuffed them to the bed enter the cell.

He looked at the young girls, on their backs, the snug white halter-tops and shorts clinging to their body, drenched with sweat. He hadn’t seen such lovely white girls before, blue eyes, blonde hair and long, lanky legs. Their arms were pulled over their heads, attached to the bed, their little titties pushing out the front of the halter tops, the gentle swell of hips on the older one, her body just beginning to blossom. The younger one was more flat chested, just the hint of nipples pushing out the halter-top. He could almost make out the mound on both of them through the tight fitting shorts. What mother dressed their little girls like whores?

“What’s your name little one?” He knelt down next to Jenny, seeing her cringe as he moved close to her.

“Jenny,” her voice breaking up as she spoke. The guards hand stroked her face, running his fingers over her lips, Jenny tasting the foul smell of cigarettes from his hands enter her mouth.

“I’m going to release you, but don’t you move until I tell you.” He unlocked the cuffs, leaving them on her wrist, snapping the other end to her other wrist. He didn’t want any trouble from these two.

Tashia watched as he moved next to her, sitting down next to her, Tashia waiting.

“Your name?” His hand didn’t wait for an answer, moving over her face, but slipping lower, down her neck, down lower until he touched the top of her breasts. “Don’t move,” he said loudly as he saw her flinch from his touch. She stayed still as his hand slid over her breast, sure that he was the first to touch her in such a place. She had big breasts for a girl her age. He had stripped her mother, seeing her large breasts, sure this one would have them as big when she got older. If she survived that long.

“Tashia,” she cried as the man touched her breast, Tashia freezing as the man crushed her tender flesh in his clammy hands. Her mother would never allow such a thing, but where was she now? Who would protect them? At last he stopped, taking off the cuff from the bed, securing it to her other wrist until her hands were cuffed together. She lay on the bed waiting for him.

“Get up, both of you.” He watched them as they got up, the shorts molded to their mound, the cuffs not allowing them much movement to arrange their clothes. “Out in the hall. Follow the other guard.”

He watched them as they walked down the hall. Jenny didn’t have much of a body yet, no hips, just a tiny butt, tiny bumps for tits. But she still had a cunt, a mouth and an asshole, all ripe for the taking. Tashia made his cock hard. She had a plump butt, hips beginning to form and lovely tits that bounced as she walked. Her mother probably didn’t give them any underwear, but they wouldn’t need it soon enough. The Commandant and the Judge were waiting for the girls. There would be an interrogation, but first they would be searched. Searched intimately. He hoped they would let him do it. He would enjoy probing their immature bodies with his hands and fingers. And then there was the punishment, his cock hard at the thought of whipping such young girls. Especially strung up naked. Today was going to be a good day.

The interrogation room door opened, the hot air blowing out. There were fans on the ceiling, turning slowly, blowing the oppressive hot air around. Tashia looked inside, a long table in the front, and four men sitting at it, all eyes on them as they walked in. One of them was a soldier, his tan uniform clinging to his sweat drenched body, his armpits ringed with sweat. He was older, at least fifty, if not more. One was a Judge, the long black robe giving him away. He had to be at least seventy, a stern look on his face as he gazed at Tashia. The next one Tashia recognized. It was the one from the ship, the one that watched as Nola was arrested. He had a grin on his face as if he were enjoying their misery. The last one Tashia thought was probably a holy man, a long flowering robe covering his body. He had a look of reverence about him. Maybe he would protect them.

“Over there,” the Judge ordered the girls, two large, wooden straight back chairs in front of the table. There was other furniture in the room, all of it ominous. There were straps and chains hanging from the walls. Sunlight broke through the barred windows high up the walls. Tashia and Jenny sat in the chair, Jenny beginning to cry again.

“I am the Judge. Your mother has been found guilty of smuggling hash into the country. As well as resisting arrest. She has been sentenced to thirty days in jail. As well as a public whipping of fifty strokes.” The Judge said it as a matter of fact, wanting to get on with the girls. Their fate was in his hands.

The girls gasped at the fate of their mother. Whipped and sentenced to jail. What would happen to them?

“The Commandant of the Jail is here to oversee this interrogation, as well as the chief witness to your Mother’s resisting arrest charge. Our esteemed Holy Ruler, Mohammed is also here to witness this tribunal. Do you understand what is going to happen?” The Judge’s cock grew hard in his pants, in spite of his advanced age. His age would not deter him from taking his lust out on these young girls before the day was over. It wasn’t often that they got such young, white girls to ravish.

Tashia spoke up, Jenny too scared. “We didn’t do anything,” she blurted out. “I don’t know what Nola did.”

Insolent child, calling her mother by her first name. “We shall see if you are part of your mother’s smuggling. We will begin by searching both of you. One at a time.” The Judge looked at both of them, seeing the terror on the smallest one’s face. “That one first. Cuff the other one so we wouldn’t have any trouble.”

John’s hand slipped into his lap, stroking his cock as he gazed at the two young girls. His lust was originally only for Nola, but the two children bore a resemblance to her, making him eager to take his lust out on them. This would be better than Nola. Would the Judge let him slip his cock up their ass as he did to Nola? Tashia had a nice ripe body for a young girl her age.

Tashia found her arms pulled behind her, the cuffs locking her wrists to the back of the hard chair; Tashia struggled as they moved towards Jenny. “No me first,” she begged them, but they were already on Jenny, ignoring Tashia.

The two guards were so big, pulling her up in the chair as she tried to slink down to hide from them. Jenny began to wail, crying loudly. Her head was rocked by a blow to her cheek that she didn’t even see coming. Her head was thrown to one side, but before she could recover another blow hit her other cheek. She saw stars in her head, her face ablaze in pain.

“Now stop that blubbering so we can get on with this. Or would you rather I take my belt to your ass.” The guard pulled the belt out of his pants, shaking it in front of Jenny, the wide metal buckle wrapped around his hand.

“No! I’ll be good,” Jenny whimpered, tasting blood in her mouth.

“Lift up your legs and keep them up. I want your shoes.” The guard waited as Jenny lifted her legs up until they were out straight. But he didn’t take her shoes yet, forcing her to keep her legs out straight, her muscle in her skinny legs already trembling. “Keep them up,” he ordered her. It was five minutes before he took the shoes off, slipping her petite little white socks off with them.

Jenny’s legs felt like rubber, the mean guard forcing her to keep her legs up. At last she could put them down. She watched as he examined her shoes, taking out a small knife, prying off the heel of one of her shoes. She watched a small bag drop to the floor.

“What have you there?” The Judge’s voice boomed in the small room.

The guard lifted out the other heel, another bag falling to the floor. He picked them up, opening up the plastic bag, inhaling the contents. “Hashish, your honor.” He put the bags on the table.

“Like your mother. A smuggler. No mother would do such a thing to their child without them knowing it.” The Judge acted swiftly. “Let the punishment fit the crime. Twenty lashes to the bottom of her feet. Prepare her now!”

The guards seized Jenny before she knew what was happening. Her wrists were secured behind the chair, one of the guards bringing over one of the strange contraptions. It was a pillory, twin holes spaced evenly apart. It was raised up, the guards quickly securing Jenny’s tiny ankles in the pillory, closing the top until they were pinned tightly. She wiggled her toes but that was all that she could do, her naked feet sticking out the other side. NOOOO!” She saw the long slim bamboo rod the guard picked up.

“Is that twenty on each or together?” The guard was eager to begin, to make her scream in pain. He hoped he would find hash in the other ones shoe. She had a more mature body, older, more susceptible to humiliation. He would enjoy stripping her naked in front of the men.

“Each one, let her learn her lesson. She’ll be on her back or stomach most of the time, so she will not have to be on her feet much.” The Judge stroked his cock, finding it grown so hard. It had been a long time since he felt such a steely erection. He noticed the large bulge in the guard’s pants. The girls would have a lot of men to service before they went back to their cell.

The guard didn’t waste any time. He swung the bamboo rod in an arc, lashing straight across, hitting the soft center of the bottom of her left foot. The bamboo smacked loudly on the tender flesh. But the noise that shook the room was the shrill cry from Jenny as the pain lanced from her foot to her brain.

“EEEEEKKKKK!” Jenny opened her mouth, screaming at the top of her lungs, the pain unbearable as it lanced through her foot. Before she could even catch her breath, the cruel guard struck her other foot, catching it in the same spot, the bamboo tearing into the tender part of her sole. “EEEEEEWWWW!” She screamed again. She could barely breathe, the pain overtaking all of her bodily functions.

Tashia couldn’t believe that they would do such a thing, but Jenny’s cry was of pain, the sharp slap of the bamboo rod on her foot making her little body shake in agony. Tashia only hoped that Nora didn’t hide any hash in her shoes, not sure that she would survive this kind of punishment.

The guard began to lash at Jenny’s feet, alternating between each one, her screams fading as she lost her voice, tears running freely down her face. Her feet and legs jerked each time the rod struck her, the pillory bouncing noisily on the wooden floor in spite of her slight body. He started in the center of each foot, moving out to her heel, the cries of pain not so much on the calloused heel. He brought back her pain when the rod lashed at her toes, slapping hard against them, careful not to break the small appendages.

All of the men were stroking their cocks secretly as they watched the young girl scream in pain, wishing it was them that was brandishing the bamboo rod, Jenny’s little body jerking up and down as she suffered the cruel whipping. The guard finally finished, the last ten on the tender part of the bottom of her feet, the guard swinging harder to make sure that she remembered her crime. Her feet were already beginning to swell up, tiny rows of welts appearing on the bruised flesh. She would have trouble walking, but they really didn’t care. As long as she could spread her legs, that is all they were concerned with. For soon, she would be taking adult cocks in her immature body.

The Judge enjoyed the spectacle, hoping the other one committed the same indiscretion. “Check the other. See if she is a criminal like her mother and sister.”

The guard made Tashia lift up her legs, but this time she had to stick them higher up into the air than Jenny, her plump bottom exposed, her shorts sliding down in the back, her cuffed hands preventing her from adjusting her clothes. Her legs were stronger than Jenny’s so it didn’t hurt much to hold her legs up, it was just humiliating to do for a young lady, her legs up in the air as if she were a common street walker. Finally the guard pulled off her shoes and socks, Tashia’s heart stopping when the guard took out his knife and cut her heel off of her shoes. She gasped when the bags fell to the floor, quickly shouting out. “I didn’t put them in there. It must have been Nola.” How could her mother have done such a thing to them? She hated her for it.

“No mother would do that on purpose to her children,” the Judge boldly stated, but he had seen Nola, a self-centered bitch that would sell out her children the first chance she could. “Lash her feet but put them up high in the air. That way you can lace into them harder. She’s older, she can take it.”

Tashia struggled, but they moved the pillory over from Jenny to over in front of her. She struggled, but they were far stronger, one guard taking both of her slim ankles in one hand, the other adjusting the pillory until it stood up high, Tashia’s ass rising up from the chair as her ankles were secured in the twin rings of the pillory, locked in place, the hard wood holding her legs tightly. “NNNOOO!” She begged, but the guard already picked up a new bamboo rod, letting it cut through the air so Tashia could hear it whistle.

The guard wanted a new one, with more spring in it, wanting to take special pleasure in whipping Tashia’s feet. He swung the whip from high up, slamming it down onto her unprotected foot with such a force that the pillory shook and rattled as Tashia’s body jerked in pain, the guard afraid that it would tip over.

“EEEEWWW, Please sttttooppp, itttt hurtssss toooo much!” She couldn’t believe the pain the slim rod brought to her foot. It felt like a red-hot poker was placed on her flesh, the pain racing up her leg to shoot to her brain. She screamed again, the guard hitting her with such power that her body almost pulled out of the pillory, shaking uncontrollably from the immense pain. She babbled incoherently as the guard beat her feet, begging him to stop, crying loudly, gasping in pain with each new attack on her feet. She couldn’t even breathe when he finished, her sobbing was so loud, unable to catch her breath. The guard finally released her feet, and Tashia slumped in the chair.

“Now continue with the search. See if the little one has any more hash on her. Or in her. The little smuggler would hide it anywhere. You’d be surprised where females will hide dope. She’ll have to be checked intimately.” The Judge stroked his cock slowly. “Bring her forward so I may see her better.”

Jenny was scared when the two guards came for her again. They un-cuffed her from the chair, but they made her stand on her battered feet, the pain starting again as she tried to put her weight on them. She didn’t understand what they were going to do to her; all she knew was that she feared all of them. They brought her forward until she was standing in front of the four men, all of them gazing down at her, a guard standing on each side of her.

“Now you cooperate or I’ll lace into you with the rod again little one. I’m going to search you to see if you are hiding any more drugs.” He hoped that she would put up a fight. He would enjoy beating her young body some more.

“I don’t have any more,” she begged, but the guard was already running his hands over her bare midriff, his clammy hand moving up to her halter. Then she realized it, he was going to take her clothes off. In front of all of them. Until she was naked. “NNNOOO!” It was so humiliating for a young girl to be naked in front of strangers, especially when her body was still immature. Jenny was envious of her sister’s larger breasts and fuller hips. They would all see that she was just a little girl. The guard’s other hand dug into her arm. Jenny sure that he would leave a bruise.

“Hold still or it’s the belt on your ass,” he threatened, enjoying the pained look on her face as his hand dug into her skinny arm. Her hands went to her side in surrender. “Much better, now let’s see what you have under your halter.” He grinned down at her as his hand slid over her bare skin, pushing the halter up as he explored her flesh. With both hands he pushed the halter up out of the way, exposing both of her bare breasts. Or at least what there was of them. Barely a bump on her chest, they had not even begun to grow. But that couldn’t be said for her nipples. They were big and stuck out prominently as if they belong to someone else. “No titties, but big fat nipples,” the guard shouted out loudly. His hand gripped each of her nipples and pinched them and yanked them until they pulled out. “Nice for punishment though.”

Jenny tried to put her hands up when the guard grabbed her nipples, his fingers pinching hard as if he were trying to tear them from her chest. The other guard was nearby, and he slapped her hands down. Jenny clenched her fists as she gritted her teeth in pain. She screamed, standing on her toes as the guard yanked her nipples high up into the air.

The guard’s cock grew hard as his fingers twisted and turned her nipples, yanking them harshly into the air until she stood high on her tiptoes trying to relieve the pressure. He would love putting clamps on them, or even putting them in a vise. Yes, having her bent over, her nipples trapped in a vise while he stood behind her, taking her from behind for the first time. Each time her screams would die down, he only had to tighten the vise more.

“EEEWWW,” she cried, looking down at her nipples as the guard finally released them, the tips an angry red, swollen from the abuse. Her feet went back onto the ground, her chest still tingling in pain. She looked up at all of the men staring at her naked chest. Jenny was ashamed to be half naked in front of them.

“Continue, take off the shorts. They are so tight I can make out her cunt in them. She must be a whore, just like her mother. We’ll soon find out if she’s a virgin or not. She can’t hide her innocence from us.” The Judge was going to be the one to check her, imaging how small and tight she would be as his fingers probed her.

Jenny struggled again when they talked of taking off her shorts. She couldn’t let them see her naked. Her arms were yanked behind her back by one of the guards, his large hands easily able to overpower her.

“Leave her alone, she’s just a little girl.” Tashia cried out, trying to defend her sister. Everything suddenly went dark, as her head was slapped to one side so hard that her neck hurt. She looked over, the guard standing over her, his hand outstretched.

“Shut up or I’ll gag you with my smelly underwear,” he threatened her. That would fix her, he thought, putting his sweat and pissed stained shorts in her mouth.

The guard bent down in front of Jenny, his hands sliding up her immature hips to find the waistband of the tight shorts. He gripped them tightly and began to pull them down, yanking them hard until they finally started to slip down. She actually did wear underwear, a pair of white, virginal panties exposed as he pulled her shorts down until they fell to her feet. “Lift your legs and kick them off.” He slapped her ass when she didn’t move fast enough. The shorts were kicked to the side.

She was down to her underwear, the thin material glued to her skin with sweat. She couldn’t do anything to straighten them; they felt uncomfortable, stuck between the cheeks of her ass. She looked down; the guard was on his knees in front of her, staring between her legs. Jenny felt ashamed. She struggled again when the guard touched her, his fingers gripping her between the legs. Nola told her no one should ever touch her there. “NNOOO!” She protested loudly, but the other guard held her with ease as the one at her feet fondled her sex.

“Just a little cunt, barely a mound, sure she’s bald.” He squeezed her lips until they bulged out, his fingers digging deep into her flesh. He pushed them out until her slit was highlighted, one fat finger rubbing up and down it, pushing the soft underwear between her lips. Her slit was clearly visible as the guard moved aside so all could see.

“Take off her panties and make her spread her legs. I want to see her naked. Then I’ll examine her for more drugs. Probably got some shoved up her cunt.” The Judge couldn’t wait to get his fingers inside her tight little hole.

The guard wasted no more time, yanking hard on the thin panties, not even bothering to pull them off. The fabric shredded in his powerful hands. Her body was jerked until the panties fell to the floor in front of her. Jenny shivered as she stood naked in front of all the strange men.

Jenny clenched her legs together, trying to hide her naked body from the probing eyes that stared at her so obscenely. . “NNNOOO,” she struggled when they pulled her legs apart, the guard’s hands leaving bruises on her thighs as he spread her legs until they were at least two feet apart.

The guard looked at her cunt, the lips starting to pull apart by the spreading of her legs. She was as bald as a baby. “Should I check inside her?” he asked the Judge, despite the latter’s insistence of doing it. He wanted so much to stick his fingers in her tight little hole and see if she were a virgin.

The Judge got up from his chair. “No, I’ll do it. Bring over the table. Put her on it.”

They released Jenny long enough to bring over the table. But it wasn’t an ordinary table, it had four large posts in each corner, posts that could be used to secure limbs or used to keep legs spread. Jenny’s hands covered her sex and her breasts, but they yanked her hard, throwing her onto the table as if she were a rag doll. The guards pushed down on her chest until she was flat on her back, one at her head, the other at her feet.

The guard spread her legs like a Thanksgiving turkey, yanking her body down until her legs were on both sides of the posts. He continued to pull her down towards him, her legs able to do only one thing, spread wider and wider until they were almost at a right angle. Her cunt opened up like a flower. The one at her head held her upper body down. The posts were too high for her to pull her legs over them, and Jenny was trapped with her legs spread wide, the Judge standing between her legs gazing at her tiny pussy.

Jenny struggled when the Judge’s hands slid between her legs, but the wooden posts kept her spread open. His fingers touched her between her legs, the first time anyone had ever done that. His hands were cold and clammy, making her skin crawl. It was terrible to be touched by such an old man. Especially when all the other men were watching. “EEEEEWWWWW,” she cried out when one finger slipped inside her, her insides clamping down on the invader.

The Judge’s cock grew harder as he felt her tight pussy grip on his finger. He could only imagine his cock inside her. He moved his finger around inside her, seeing her struggle as he continued to press deeper into her until he felt her hymen. So she was a virgin. Her ass rose up as he pushed his finger harder, stretching the thin hymen. He grinned evilly and shoved his finger deep inside her, breaking her hymen.

“OOOWWW,” her head shot up in pain as his finger took her innocence from her. “AAAAAGGH,” she couldn’t believe the sharp pain, and felt the wetness from the blood. She had lost her virginity forever. The finger pushed deeper inside her, twisting and turning, and Jenny was unable to stop him from impaling her further.

The Judge pulled his finger from her pussy, holding it up into the air, coated with pink blood. “A cherry no longer,” he boasted proudly. “Nothing in there, but there is still another hole to check.” He nodded to the guard.

Jenny found her legs pulled up higher until her butt was almost raised up from the table. She didn’t understand, the pain between her legs distracted her.

The Judge took his finger, the blood still wet and pressed it against the tiny anus exposed by her upraised legs. He felt her muscles go into spasms from the intimate touch.

He wouldn’t do that, touching her in such a filthy place, his finger pushing against her backside. Her butt clenched as she tried to push his finger out. “What are you doing?” She began to cry loudly, ashamed and abused by the Judge.

With a snap of his wrist he flicked his finger into her anus, brutally pushing in until her rectum clenched tight on his finger, stopping it. Her screams were louder now, but all the Judge could feel were her hot, tight insides clinging to his finger. He pressed hard against the inside of her rectum, pushing against the muscles that tried to push his finger out. He twisted and turned his finger inside her, and Jenny groaned in pain, her muscles trying vainly to push his finger out. His finger barely fit inside her, what would she be like when a cock fucked inside her asshole? “Small, tight little hole.” His finger pressed deeper, and Jenny struggled, the guards holding her little body tightly to the table.

It hurt, his finger was dry, burning as he pressed hard against her muscles, her insides cramping on the fat finger that stretched her. Why would anyone want to put their finger in such a dirty place? It seemed like hours before he finally pulled his finger out of her, the spasms still continuing around her burning hole.

Tashia tried to protest what they were doing to Jenny, but before she opened her mouth she found it filled with dry cloth. Her taste buds were instantly assaulted with the foul taste of urine, and Tashia fought the urge to throw up. She was afraid they would let her choke to death. She gulped and gulped, her stomach turning, breathing heavily through her nose as she struggled to fill her lungs with the precious air.

The Judge stood back from Jenny, eager to enjoy her body. He turned to the guards. “String her upside down by her ankles. So her head is waist high. Put the ring gag in her mouth. I’m going to enjoy making her suck my cock.” His hand went down to stroke his hard cock, his balls aching from the need to cum. It had been a long time since he had a hard-on like this one. While his cock wasn’t very thick, it was long. The ring gag would keep her mouth submissively open, so the Judge would be able to fuck her mouth, pumping it down her throat until he came inside her. The first of many mouthfuls of cum she would be forced to swallow.

Jenny struggled as much as she could, afraid of being tied upside down, naked. But the guards overpowered her easily, finding the cuffs taken off her wrists replaced with thick rope that dug into her wrists. She looked at Tashia, her mouth gagged, unable to help her. She was thrown to the ground, one guard holding her down, his clammy hand on her chest, and an evil grin on his face as the other guard made short work of tying her ankles together. They released her, her little body tossing around the floor like a fish out of water as she tried to escape.

The guard picked up one of the ring gags, the shiny metal ring still covered with dried spit from the last wearer. The girl had a small mouth, he would have to force her lips open wide to accommodate the wide ring, but he cared little, his cock jerking in pleasure at the thought of his turn with the young girl. He stuck his fingers in her mouth, prying open the corners until her lips split wide. He shoved the gag in, the girl struggling as he finally seated the ring behind her front teeth. He pulled the strap around her head, buckling it securely. He released her, smiling proudly at his work.

It felt like her mouth was tearing open, the guard sticking his filthy fingers in her mouth, forcing her mouth open so wide that she could almost feel the corners tearing. She felt the hard metal rubbing harshly against her teeth as the guard struggled to shove it in deep, Jenny shaking her head as she tried to dodge the guard’s hands. Her teeth hurt when the metal pushed behind them, feeling the pressure as it pushed her teeth outward. Drool ran down her chin, her tongue hanging uselessly in her mouth. She couldn’t do anything, barely able to make a sound. She began to struggle again when she felt a rope tied around her ankles, thrown over a beam in the ceiling, her world turning upside down as they strung her up by her feet. She banged her head on the hard floor when she rose up high, finally rising up above the floor, higher and higher, her head dizzy as the blood rushed to her brain. Her body began to sway back and forth, the guard making her spin.

The guard tied off the rope, the girl’s naked body strung up, her mouth at his waist. He turned her until her face rubbed against his crotch, his hard cock jerking in pleasure as her nose and open mouth rubbed against the front of his trousers. He held her head still as he rubbed his cock against her, wishing it were his turn.

She felt a large bulge in the guard’s pants rubbing against her. Was that his penis? Why did they keep her mouth open with the cruel device? Were they going to shove their dirty underwear in her mouth like they did to Tashia? She could hear Tashia still gagging on the dirty shorts, Jenny not sure if she would be able to survive such a filthy thing. She grew dizzy, her eyes trying to concentrate, but being upside down made it difficult. She saw the Judge moving closer to her, the guard gone from her sight.

The Judge stood in front of the naked girl, his hand holding her hips, keeping her still, his hips moving forward until he felt her face rubbing against the front of his robe. He was naked underneath the robe, knowing that he was going to enjoy the favors of the girls. The front of his robe tented out as if searching out her face and mouth. “Did your mother teach you to suck cock?” His hands went to his robe as he pulled the long zipper down all the way down. He stood back, the robe pulling to the side, his hand holding his erect cock in front of her face. He held her tighter as she began to struggle when she saw his cock.

She couldn’t believe it, his penis thrusting in front of her face, wagging up and down as if it had a mind of its own. It suddenly dawned on her, and Jenny panicked at the thought. He was going to stick his thing in her mouth. She struggled but the Judge held her tight, suddenly feeling the heat from his thing rubbing against her cheek. It jerked and throbbed when it touched her, and she felt burning, as if hot water landed on her cheek. It was wet, sliding over her silky cheek, leaving a trail on her skin.

Tashia couldn’t believe what the Judge was going to do, half naked in front of her sister, his penis out, rubbing it on Jenny’s face as she hung naked upside down, and her mouth open. He was going to put his penis in her mouth. Her friends had talked of such things, but all of them agreed they would never do such a foul thing. But with the gag in Jenny’s mouth, there was no way she could stop them. Or would Tashia be able to stop them if they wanted to do it to her? What had Nora got them into?

Jenny felt the hot flesh rubbing around the rim of her mouth, the Judge’s hands pinning her head between them, pushing hard on her ears. Her mouth was filled with a salty taste, assaulting her taste buds. She could feel something in her mouth, something thick that wouldn’t even mix with her spit. What had he done?

The Judge couldn’t contain himself, tightening his sphincter muscles as her hot breath blew on the head of his cock. He fought the urge to cum, unable to stop a short blast of cum to shoot out into her waiting mouth. He saw the look of disgust on her face as he unloaded a small amount of his cum onto her tongue, smiling. What would she think when he finally came in her mouth, making her cheeks bulge from his abundant cum? He couldn’t wait any longer, his cock sliding along her tongue to enter the hot depths of her mouth. He began to pull her onto his cock as if she were a sock, her mouth sliding over his cock, his flesh jerking and jumping as it rubbed over her wet tongue. “Yeeesss,” the Judge groaning in pleasure.

She struggled as her mouth was impaled on his penis. The foul taste permeated every corner of her mouth. Had he peed in her mouth? Is that what it was? She didn’t have time to think about it, her cheeks bulging out as his penis began to fill her small mouth with his flesh. It was hot, her tongue pushed down by the thick shaft that seemed to fill every nook and cranny in her mouth. She felt her chin tickled, ashamed, as she knew it was the hairs around his penis that was rubbing her skin. His hips began to move back and forth, each time his penis sliding farther into her mouth, his hands on her head holding her still. The ring gag kept her mouth open, and Jenny was unable to do anything but keep her tongue out of the way as his penis slid in and out. She could barely see him, her face covered by his abdomen as he pumped his penis in and out. It was long, too long, and she felt it bang against the back of her mouth. “EEEEGGH,” her muffled cry was the only thing that came out of her mouth. She felt his penis jammed against the back of her small mouth, and Jenny choked from it.

The Judge struggled to contain his lust, her hot breath and wet tongue on his cock making his balls tingle with the need to cum. He wouldn’t last long before he dumped his cum into her unwilling mouth. He began to hump her face, driving more and more of his long cock into her small mouth. His cock jerked when he heard her choke, his hands gripping her head tighter. He thrust his hips forward, driving the head of his cock into her tight throat, feeling the tremendous pressure as his flesh was forced into the tight passage. She struggled, gasping and choking as he began to force his cock down her throat, enjoying the way her muscles clenched on the thick head. He began to fuck her throat, driving the head of his cock in and out of her restraining throat, her gags opening up her throat for a more powerful thrust until the head of his cock was buried deep in her throat. He looked down at the pained look on her face, her eyes opened wide in amazement, her nostrils flaring as she tried to suck in precious air to fill her lungs.

Her throat burned as his flesh forced into the tiny hole, Jenny panicking as she could no longer breathe through her nose. He was pumping his filthy penis in and out, her mouth filled with the foul taste of the salty fluids that leaked from its end. Now it lay in her throat, choking and gagging her as he used her like she was a doll, her head thrust back and forth until she found his prickly hairs pushed against her chin. She wished it would end, almost wishing for the darkness to flood over her head, hoping she would pass out and be relieved of this terrible ordeal. But she wasn’t that lucky, forced to take his penis, the thick flesh sawing back and forth in her mouth and down her throat, her stomach turning as she choked on the flesh. The Judge suddenly bellowed loudly, thrusting forward until his penis impaled her throat, Jenny forced to swallow as if she was swallowing a sword. She found relief when he pulled it from her throat, but suddenly her mouth was filled with thick crème, her cheeks billowing. She couldn’t believe it, sure that he peed in her mouth, but the fluid was thick and salty, the smell wafting up to her nostrils. His hands pumped his penis, sending a second load of his fluids into her mouth, her head shoved back, Jenny had no choice but to swallow it. It tasted terrible and the Judge was still not finished. It took three times until she felt his penis shrinking in her mouth.

The Judge couldn’t last any longer, pumping it down her throat, her muscles rippling up and down his shaft, pulling the cum from his balls. She struggled, but he held her still, fucking her mouth until he finally unloaded his cum into her unwilling mouth. His balls ached as he came in her mouth, her cheeks swelling under the onslaught of his abundant crème. He held her head up until she had no choice but to swallow, masturbating his cock into her waiting mouth, his thick cum spewing into an arc to land on her tongue. He had never cum so much, at least not for ten years or longer, the young girl sucking the cum from deep in his balls. He finally pulled his shrinking cock from her mouth, his cum dripping down her face. “You can all take her mouth.” The Judge stepped back.

“After you’re finished with her mouth I want her.” Mohammed stroked his cock. “She has the body of a boy so I will take her as I would a boy. Prepare her, clean her insides with punishment enemas. She is going to have to be loose to take my cock in her ass.” The others were already taking their turn with Jenny, her mouth filled again with a cock, this one hard and thick, the Commandant eagerly making her suck his cock, a slap to the side of her head making her work her tongue over his shaft. Jenny was used by all of the men, her mouth just a hole for them to stick their cocks into, forced to swallow gallons of cum before they released her, her body slumped to the floor. The guards scooped up her naked body.

“On the table. She can suck more cock while she holds in the enemas. Mohammed wants her insides slick and clean for his cock. She’s going to have to stretch to take something that big in such a tiny hole. The guard’s cock was already growing hard as he hung up the large enema bag above her, filled with hot, soapy water. A touch of hot sauce to make her asshole pucker.

Chapter 3

Jenny-Sodomized

Jenny’s mouth was filled with the foul taste of their cum, unable to swallow it all, the white, milky substance dribbling down her chin. But that was not her latest problem because they had taken her naked body and thrown her harshly on the cold metal table, Jenny fearful as she saw the drain at the end, large hoses and nozzles hanging down from the ceiling. They had talked of cleansing her. What did they mean to do to her?

They made short work of tying her up. A rubber bolster was shoved under her loins to keep her ass up into the air, her hands pulled out in front of her and tied to the metal rail on the front of the table. She groaned as they spread her legs, tying her slim ankles with harsh straps to the corners until her crotch ached. When they were finished they stood in back of her, Jenny unable to understand what they were saying, their language strange to her, but she felt their eyes burning on her flesh as they stared between her naked legs. It was so shameful for a young girl to be naked and exposed to adults like this, especially bound as she was.

“I am the Holy Ruler of this land. Your fate is in my hands. Cooperate and I can make it easier on you, little one.” Mohammed’s hand went down to the front of his robe, his hard cock jutting the front of the robe out, his cock unencumbered beneath it.

“Please, don’t hurt me anymore. I’ll do what you want. Please,” tears falling down her cheeks as she begged. Her knees hurt on the hard metal table and the straps bit into her flesh. She tried to move but she was pinned, the bolster underneath her thrusting her butt back obscenely.

Mohammed pulled down the hose from the red bag hanging from the ceiling, the bag bulging from the gallon of hot, soapy water it held. He put on a small enema tube, let her get used to that first, then he would gradually increase the length and diameter of the enema nozzle. He put his finger in the oil, making sure it was slippery. He moved behind her, his hand caressing her immature butt, her crack parted by the wide spread of her legs, leaving the tiny anus exposed and vulnerable. He looked down, her hairless cunt hidden by her lips in spite of her spread legs. Virgins tended to be that way, but that would soon be remedied. She wouldn’t be a virgin long anywhere. Her mouth was first, now her asshole. “Relax,” he warned her as his finger slid up and down her crack, passing over her trembling anus. She looked back at him, her eyes opened wide in terror, not knowing what to expect. She could never have fathomed what was in store for her.

He was touching her in such a filthy place, just as they did when they searched her. It hurt when they fingered her backside, but she could do little to stop him when she felt a slick finger pressing against her puckered anus. She felt the pressure and then a sudden pop that shoved her body forward, the straps holding her tight as she felt something enter her. It didn’t hurt like last time, just felt uncomfortable as it slid in. It was his finger, Jenny feeling it bend and twist inside her until she felt a cramp as it pressed against her muscles. Muscles inside her that were not meant to be touched from the outside. She whimpered, but could do little else.

“Ah, such a tight hole little one. Grip my finger.” When she didn’t instantly obey, he slapped one cheek hard, the white flesh turning pink immediately. It also forced her to clench on his finger, the blood almost pushed out of his finger by her tight asshole. “Again.” This time she obeyed without the slap, learning quickly that disobedience meant punishment and pain. “Yes, nice tight asshole.” He pulled his finger out, the tiny hole staying open for a moment before it closed. It was now pink, abused from his probing. He picked up the nozzle from the enema tube. While it was three inches long, it was thin, tapered just enough to be trapped by her sphincter. And Mohammed would make sure that he held it in. He pushed it in, watching as her anal ring spread out the plastic nozzle, welcoming it in as he pushed it in. She groaned as he fed her the three inches of plastic nozzle into her asshole.

It wasn’t his finger, this thing harder and cold, more demanding as it pushed past her rectum into her guts, cinching her muscles tight. She breathed heavily, not understanding, but fearful. “EEEEWWWWW.” She felt it, the water rushing into her guts, hot water filling her stomach. “TTTTAKKEE it out!” She protested, pushing with her muscles, but he was holding it inside her. “What are you doing?” She panicked as the water flooded her guts, feeling her stomach begin to swell. She looked over, seeing the large red bag slowly get smaller. It was so big, she could never take that much inside her.

Her stomach was gurgling as the water filled her. “I’m going to cleanse your insides. Make sure you have no drugs in there. Girls have been known to hide drugs up their ass. This will wash everything out.” He began to stroke her face, the hot water already beginning to make her sweat. “Relax and it will go easier. You have a lot of water to take inside. Then you’re going to have to hold it.”

She felt the painful cramp, Jenny wishing she could curl up into a ball, but the strict bondage kept her pinned in position. The hot water was stretching her inside. She didn’t think she could take any more but it kept coming, a cramp, then the water flooding deeper into her colon. She had never felt such pain before, the water so hot that her skin turned flush and she began to sweat. Her small hands clenched in fists as the water made her muscles cramp in pain. Why were they doing such evil things to her? All because of Nola.

Mohammed compressed the bag, sending the rest of the water into Jenny with a powerful jet, the little girl gasping in pain as her stomach swelled. She almost looked pregnant now. He pulled the nozzle from her asshole, the water already beginning to leak out. He shoved two fingers into her tight hole, sealing it, his fingers pressed deep into her rectum. “I’ll help you hold it, but you must keep your asshole muscles tight or I’ll have to punish you.”

Jenny was crying, her stomach gurgling, the shooting pain deep in her guts getting worse. The hot water was oozing through her intestines, swelling them painfully. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand it. Even the fingers didn’t hurt any longer, the water doing much more damage to her. Her body was covered in sweat, her hair stuck to her forehead. She felt a cramp, wanting to let lose the water inside her, but she clenched her asshole, tightening on the fingers that sealed the water inside her. She waited as the clock in front of her slowly went round and round, finally begging after ten minutes. “Please. Let me up to go to the bathroom.” She was sobbing loudly now, feeling like her stomach would explode.

“I will let you release it. You’ve been a good girl.” Mohammed pulled his fingers from her asshole, seeing Jenny’s hole tighten as she tried to contain the water that threatened to release.

“Let me up. Hurry!” Jenny didn’t think she could keep it in much longer.

“Release it now.” Mohammed’s finger probed her asshole, testing the tightened hole until the water began to flow. She wouldn’t be able to hold it any longer, Mohammed pulling his finger away.

How shameful, his finger probing her anus until she couldn’t contain the water any longer. It began to seep out, her hole finally succumbing and opening, Jenny humiliated as the water poured out of her anus in a torrent, the foul smelling water shooting noisily behind her onto the metal table. Her anus clamped shut, stopping the flow of water, but another cramp released a second torrent of water, finally stopping with a loud fart that shamed Jenny.

“Push one more time. Get it all.” Mohammed watched as her tiny hole strained to open, another rush of dirty water shooting down her thighs and falling into the drain beneath her. “Good girl.” He picked up the sprayer that hung down from the ceiling and washed her ass with warm water, playing the sprayer up and down her crack, even shooting directly into her pussy from behind. He rinsed all the dirty water down the drain. He picked up a large, fluffy towel and wiped her skin dry.

She hated that he had seen her foul herself that way, but she felt better as the cramps left her and she was cleaned up. She was surprised how gentle he was in wiping her clean. She felt his finger return to her anus, this time her backside entered without trouble, her muscles loose from the enema. She was almost thankful that his finger was in her, at least she wasn’t filled with water. She almost purred as the finger massaged her rectum.

Mohammed pulled his finger from her asshole, her muscles almost reluctantly letting lose of it. He pulled down the nozzle from the next enema, this one longer, over six inches of plastic nozzle, the tip over an inch wide. It would stretch her open, but that would be the least of her problem. He pushed it against her anus, Jenny soothed into a relaxed state. He watched her anal ring stretch, Jenny’s head turning towards him, her eyes opened wide in shock as she saw the hose hanging down from the new red bag go behind her ass.

“NOOO! NOT AGAIN!” She fought the nozzle pushing against her anus but the first enema had lulled her into a relaxed feeling, the had plastic pushing inside her, her anus having to stretch wide, the nozzle much bigger then the last one. She felt it shoved inside her, a cramp as it hit a kink inside her, this one going in deeper than the last one. It finally stopped moving inside her, Jenny feeling like an iron rod was inside her. She couldn’t breathe, waiting for the water to flow and the painful cramping to begin again.

“I have to make sure you are clean.” He stroked her head again. “Relax little one, here it comes.” He released the water, the flood of water racing through the hose, able to shoot faster inside her, the nozzle much larger, more holes to dissipate the water.

It hurt, Jenny sobbing loudly as the water filled her so quickly. She shivered, not hot water this time, but ice cold water filling her guts. He was stroking her head, but all she could think about was the pain as her stomach cramped and grew bloated with the large amount of water entering her. “OOOOWW,” the first cramp making her want to double over, the water continuing to go deeper into her intestines, far into her bowels.

Goose bumps appeared all over her body from the ice cold water, her little nipples swelling until they stood out. His finger went to one, slapping at the hardened bud, Jenny gasping from the unexpected touch. He pinched them until her heard her groan in pain.

“Pleassseee!” Her stomach swelled much bigger then last time, the cold water hurting more as the cramps raced through her body. To make it worse, Mohammed was pinching one of her nipples, Jenny unable to stop it from hardening from the cold water, his other hand tapping the nozzle deep into her intestines, pushing painfully against the soft sides of her guts. “EEEEEHHH!” He had clenched the bag tight, the rush of water filling her stomach until she thought it would come out her mouth. She held her breath as he pulled the nozzle out, her anus gripping the plastic as it pulled out, stretching her tiny hole as the large nozzle passed through it. She tightened her muscles until she felt his fingers return, relaxing as much as she could until they entered her. It felt like more of them, stretching her wide as they pushed inside her rectum. Her anal ring was stretched wide, burning as it clung to the fat fingers inside her.

He had three fingers inside her, barely a groan from her. She was stretching nicely. Soon she would be ready for his cock, Mohammed to enjoy sodomizing the young girl. Even relaxed she would have trouble taking his massive prick inside her. He had made her mother scream when he fucked her in the ass; Jenny’s immature asshole would have to stretch wide for his cock. He would enjoy her screams. He twisted and turned his fingers inside her, his knuckles pushing harshly against the clenching walls of her guts. And her asshole clung to his fingers as if she didn’t want him to pull them out. He enjoyed the way her body jerked in pain from each cramp, Jenny crying loudly as she tried to hold the cold water.

The clock ticked away slowly, Jenny painfully aware as the cramps raced through her body. She knew it would be ten minutes, it feeling like hours before the clock moved the required distance. She felt the fingers leave her asshole, Jenny making no attempt to stop the flood of water shoot from her asshole, farting, another burst of water spraying out noisily onto the metal table. Mohammed probed her anus once to make her force more out, Jenny straining to push out the remainder until she felt the warm water bathe her bottom gently. She felt the soft towel blot her skin dry. And then the fingers returned. They stretched her, but she could do little except take the anal probing, the fingers twisting and turning until they were deep inside her. And then she heard his order.

He had three fingers in her tiny asshole with barely a cry of protest from Jenny. He shoved them all the way inside her, her hot, tight hole encasing his fingers in a warm blanket of guts. “Show me how tight you can make your asshole on my fingers.” She obeyed instantly, the blood rushed from his fingers as her asshole clenched tight. Anything to please him. He made her do it three times before he pulled his fingers out.

She waited, unable to breathe, not sure what would happen next. She cried when she felt the plastic nozzle pressed against her backside, a new red bag hanging above her. It felt huge as it passed through her anal ring, the thick nozzle pressing through her rectum to bury deep into her bowels. It kept going in, feeling like a bat was shoved up her butt. He would stop it when it hit a kink, her stomach cramping. But then he would push again, the nozzle straightening out her intestines as it pushed in so deep. It finally stopped, Jenny’s muscles fighting to shove the invader out, but her sphincter reluctantly gripped the nozzle, trapping it inside her. The water rushed inside her, hot water filling her stomach up, the nozzle so deep in her guts that it bloated her bowels.

She was shaking her ass without knowing it, the hard nozzle looking so erotic as it stuck out her asshole, the long hose pulsating with the hot water that flowed into her bowels. It was a huge enema, much larger then the last two, Mohammed finally clenching the bag tight to make sure she took ever drop of it. He pulled the nozzle out, but did it slowly, making sure that her insides swelled as the large nozzle passed through on the way out. He popped it out, replacing it with his fingers, this time four of them pinned together. His cock jerked in pleasure from her groan of pain. Soon it would be his cock that would feel her gentle clenching.

The cramps were constant, her body sweating profusely, Jenny sure that she would die. Her head was pounding and her butt hurt from the fingers that stretched her open from the inside. They continued to move inside her, twisting and turning, making her guts turn even more. It felt like hours until he pulled them out, Jenny spraying out the water behind her in noisy torrents. She couldn’t hold back her tears of shame as she humiliated herself as she shot the hot water out her abused asshole.

The water was almost clear as it pushed out her asshole, the tiny hole now opening wide to allow the torrent of pent up water to shoot out. He waited until she finished, bathing her clean. His finger probed her, finding her loose as four fingers stretched her asshole open wide. “She’s ready. Put her on the floor on her hands and knees. I’ll take her there.”

The other men released Jenny, the little girl stretching her naked body in spite of being naked in front of them. Her muscles were cramped from the enforced bondage. She was forced to her knees, hands pushing down on her back until she was on her hands and knees like a dog. She looked over, one of them with rope in his hands, Jenny finding her wrists grabbed and dragged between her spread legs until they were behind her almost to her ankles. She felt the ropes tightened on her wrists and then each wrist tied to the corresponding ankle. Her head bowed down as she was pulled backwards, her ass thrust up into the air. They left her, Jenny’s body already exhausted from the enforced enemas. Her head lay on the cold floor, turned back as she waited for the unexpected.

* * *

Michael entered the cell, Nola thrust up for him just as before. He looked over, the television set in front of her face. His cock was hard as he took in the lavish sight of her naked body. Her wrists were bound to the front of the metal frame of the prison bed. She was face-down, two pillows wedged underneath her loins, her ankles tied and spread to the two back corners of the metal bed. Her lovely white thighs were spread wide, her cheeks pulled back to reveal the asshole he desired so much, now pink and abused from the constant sodomy she had endured. She looked at me with the same contempt as she did before, spewing out vile threats.

“You bastard. You said you would free me and my daughters,” Nola spit out her revulsion for him.

“I lied,” he readily admitted. “Anything to get inside your lovely asshole. And I did enjoy the sodomy, your asshole just as tight and hot as I expected. But now, others have violated you in the same way so I will have to find new ones to keep you tight and clenching for my cock.” Michael moved over to the television set, turning it on, the screen turning bright. He pushed a button, the closed circuit camera coming alive in the room where Jenny was bound on the metal table. Mohammed was readying the first of the enemas. “Enjoy, while I prepare for you.”

Nola couldn’t believe it. There was her precious ten year old Jenny, naked and bound on a metal table, an Arab standing over her, looking obscenely at her naked body. She shrieked when she saw him take down an enema tube, a large red enema bad hanging over the table. He heard Jenny pleading with him as he fingered her backside, just as Michael had done to her. She looked over at Michael, half naked now, down to his shorts, his cock pushing out the front of them. “Make them let her go. I’ll give you a nice ride in my asshole,” Nola willing to do anything to protect her young daughter.

Michael pushed down his shorts, his hand stroking his cock as he watched the monitor. “I’ll take your asshole and I can assure you that you will give me a nice fuck. Now watch as Jenny gets her first enema. Look at the way Mohammed fingers her tiny asshole.”

She tried to pull on her bondage, but the metal bed just groaned noisily, her ass shaking as she struggled to get free. The Arab on the screen had a finger in Jenny, her face twisted in pain as she suffered the indignation of being touched in such a place. Nola shouted out her revulsion as the Arab replaced his finger with the long, tapered nozzle of an enema tube, shoving it in Jenny, the tube pulsating as the water raced into the stomach of Jenny. She cried out as her stomach swelled from the water. Nola never had an enema before but knew they could be painful. And from the size of the bag, it was large. Too large for a little girl. And now she had her own problem, Michael standing next to her, his finger probing between her wide spread cheeks.

“It’s only fitting that you feel the same as Jenny. After all, it is your fault they are here.” Michael took his oiled finger, running it up and down her crack, passing over the clenching hole. “While I don’t have an enema bag, I do have a lot of fingers to shove up your ass and open you up for me.” Michael’s finger pressed against her asshole, her puckered hole fighting the intrusion. He pressed harder, snapping it inside her, Nola gasping in revulsion, though her eyes never left the monitor in front of her. Her asshole was still tight, despite the constant ass fucking she endured. His finger played inside her asshole, twisting and turning it, enjoying her gasps of pain each time he pressed his fingers hard against the soft insides or against the muscles in her rectum.

Michael’s fingers never left her for more then a few seconds, following the obscene acts committed on her young daughter by the Arab. Poor Jenny was forced to take larger enemas with bigger nozzles, each time followed by the large Arab shoving his dirty fingers up her backside while she cried out in pain from the terrible cramps that ripped through her body. Michael’s fingers followed the Arab’s, more and more of them stretching Nola open, her anus stretched wide around at least four fingers, Jenny crying openly as she suffered under the third enema. The nozzle was as big as a cock, Nola afraid what they were preparing her for. She felt some relief when she felt Michael’s fingers pull from her asshole, relieved as her muscles tried to relax. She saw the men on the monitor untie Jenny, but quickly tie her down on the floor, her arms pulled behind and tied to her ankles, her head lying on the floor, her cheeks stained with her tears as she waited, Nola sure that she could not fathom what was to happen to her. But Nola looked at Michael, oiling up his cock, Nola knowing that the Arab was doing the same. Jenny and Nola would soon be sodomized by thick cocks, neither of them able to do anything to stop the brutal ass rape.

Michael got on the bed, between Nola’s thighs, his slick cock poised to enter her. “Watch Jenny. You remember Mohammed. He is the one that made you sit on his cock and fuck your asshole. Remember how big it was. Little Jenny will have to stretch painfully to take it in her immature asshole, but that wouldn’t stop Mohammed from taking her fully, burying his thick cock deep into her bowels. She’ll scream for him, just as you did.”

She looked over at Michael, the first time she took her eyes off of the monitor. She knew she was in trouble just as much as Jenny. Not only would he fuck her in the ass, but his prick had a strange condom on it. Not a smooth condom, but covered with bumps, ridges, and plastic nodules that looked hard and menacing. This wasn’t a French tickler meant to enhance enjoyment, this was meant for pain. The head of his cock was free of the condom, Nola would be forced to take his foul cum deep into her guts. She gave Michael a look of disgust, but her eyes were drawn back to the monitor as the Arab came into view. He was naked, his menacing cock sticking out in front of him, glistening with oil. He stroked it as he gazed at Nola’s young daughter’s asshole.

Michael knew the condom would rub her asshole raw, just the right combination to make her muscles clench tight in pain, making his sodomy that much more enjoyable as she uncontrollably gripped his cock with her asshole. Michael looked at the monitor, readying his cock on her hot asshole, waiting for Mohammed to enter Jenny for the first time. Michael wished he was the one taking her for the first time, but she would still be hot and tight for a while, his chance would come soon. He would enjoy telling Nola of his conquest of her daughter’s assholes.

* * *

Mohammed shed his robe, standing naked as the other men left him and Jenny alone. He greased his cock with holy oil until it glistened in the light. While Jenny was stretched by the enema nozzles and her insides relaxed by the numerous enemas, it was still going to be painful for a little girl to take an adult cock up her asshole. Mohammed was hoping on that, enjoying the screams as he ass fucked her virgin hole. He already had her mother, now Jenny, only Tashia remaining an anal virgin. He would soon remedy that. He looked down at Jenny, her face scared, but she still did not fathom the situation.

“NO! Please NO! I’m a virgin. And I’m too young!” Jenny cried out when she saw the big cock bouncing in front of her. She knew how cruel they were, taking her mouth as if it were her vagina, thrusting it into her throat until they shot their foul seed in her mouth, Jenny forced to swallow the thick, bad tasting crème. He was going to take her innocence, Jenny struggling on the floor, but they had bound her well. All she could do was slide forward an inch at a time, her knees scraped as she moved.

“I love virgins. And love making them scream. You’ll give me great pleasure, little one, with your tight hole.” But Mohammed had a different hole in mind, Jenny never suspecting that a man would want to violate her in such a place. That is what made it so tempting, the shame they felt when a large cock was shoved up their asshole. He saw her body trembling as he kneeled behind her, fisting his large cock, rubbing it up and down her hairless cunt. His cock was so big next to her, making it jerk in pleasure as the head of his cock rubbed up and down her hot slit. His hands went to her hips, steadying her as he took his cockhead and moved it up her crack until it pushed against her puckered asshole. No matter how much stretching he had done, it looked almost impossible that her tiny hole could take his massive cock inside her asshole. Not without tearing. But Mohammed cared little for Jenny’s pain, only concerned with his own pleasure.

Jenny looked back at him, feeling the hot weapon rubbing up and down her bare sex. She couldn’t do anything but whimper as she felt the hot flesh jerk in pleasure as he rubbed her intimately. She braced herself for the rape, but she felt his cock move back, up between her widely spaced cheeks, rubbing up and down her crack and over her clenching anus. Then he stopped, Jenny staring back at him in disbelief as his cock pushed against her puckered hole. No, he couldn’t be thinking of doing such a foul thing. Why would he want to put his cock in her ass instead of her vagina? She couldn’t fathom such a thing until it finally dawned on her. That was why he gave her the enemas. He wanted her clean. Clean so he could stick his cock up her ass. It was bad enough to think that she could take his cock in her vagina, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to take it up her ass, sure that he would render her ruined if he succeeded. His hands gripped her hips tighter, his hips more urgent as he pressed his cock against her anus, pushing, grunting as he tried to force it in her virgin hole.

Nola felt Michael’s cock entering her, unable to do anything but swear at him in contempt as the head of his cock probed her rectum, Nola gasping in pain as the slick head of his cock was swallowed by her anal ring. At the same time Mohammed was having just as much success with Jenny, her scream ringing out from the monitor as she was breached for the first time, an adult cock entering her immature hole.

“EEEEEEGGHHHH,” Jenny crying out inhumanly as she felt the tearing of her anus as the head of his cock shoved into her tiny hole with a painful thrust that sent the shooting pain from her backside to her brain. She couldn’t take the pain, her anal ring feeling as it was ripped open, the thick flesh moving inside her, her muscles making it more painful as they tried to force out the intruder. “Take it out! Take it out, it’s too big!”

Mohammed felt the pleasure of her tightness as her asshole slid over the head of his cock, her muscles clinging so possessively onto his flesh as he shoved the head into her hot depths of her young, virgin asshole. Her screams and pleading only inspired him to take her deeper, pulling out just a millimeter, then thrusting his hips forward, his hands on her hips pulling her asshole back onto his cock as one would do with a sock on a foot.

Agony pierced her backside as the thick flesh tore into her, stretching her as he grunted in pleasure behind her, his hands cruelly pulling her onto the raping cock. She felt the hands move down, pulling apart her ass cheeks, feeling his eyes raping her asshole as he exposed her. His hips shot forward, stretching her as the blunt head of his cock entered deeper into her, passing through her sphincter and deeper into her virgin hole. The pressure was relentless, Jenny clenching her muscles, trying to force it out.

Mohammed grunted in pleasure as her insides gripped his cock so tight that her muscles forced the blood from his organ. He moved his hips from side to side as he tried to open up her up, his cockhead pressing hard against the soft insides of her intestines. He had never had a girl so young in the ass before, fighting every inch of the way into her bowels while she screamed in pain, her little body bouncing up and down in the forced bondage. He had only two inches of cock inside of her, much more to go. He grunted, forcing more of his cock into her tight hole, her inner muscles fighting his cock every inch of the way. She was crying loudly now, her head turned back at him, tears racing down her cheeks, her lips clenched tight in pain.

It felt like she was being torn up the middle by a giant metal stake. His hands on her hips hurt as they dug painfully into her skin, pulling her back as his hips jerked forward, the blunt head of his cock opening up her inner passage painfully. She saw how long his cock was, knowing that she would have to take a foot of hot flesh in her backside before he finished. Each time he shoved with his hips, her knees would scrape painfully on the rough floor, her little body propelled forward by his powerful thrusts. “Please no, take it out!” She cried out in pain, but the cock continued to churn her guts as it tore into her intestines. It was much worse then the enema’s, the painful cramping starting as the thick cock filled her guts, stretching her open from the inside, her muscles uncontrollably rippling up and down in pain.

“Bastard, die in hell!” She swore her revulsion at Michael in spite of the pain in her ass. His cock continued to bore deep into her, Nola feeling the harsh nodules of the tickler pressing against the sides of her soft tube. It felt like it was at least three inches wide, tearing and stretching her anal tube. No matter how much she tried to relax her muscles and accommodate his cock, the nodules painfully forced her body to tighten in pain, making the gradual insertion a painful task. And she hated what they were doing to her little girl, Jenny crying loudly as she was forced to take the massive adult cock up her small ass. Mohammed was shoving her along the rough floor with his cock, each time succeeding to shove more and more of his massive cock up her ass, looking so obscene to see her precious Jenny with a thick cock splitting her ass.

It felt like a giant log up her ass, her stomach cramping each time the thick head hit a bend in her intestine, Mohammed pausing only to gather up his strength for another powerful thrust, burying more and more of the hot flesh in her ass. No one should be forced to take such a formidable weapon, not up their ass, not a young girl like Jenny. But Mohammed grunted and groaned behind her, his hands holding her, his hips shoving his cock in and out with jerking motion, her insides feeling like they were being sucked out when he withdrew. And then he thrust back in, Jenny screaming as his cock reentered, always going deeper, always drawing out another painful cramp as he tried to bury his cock deep in her bowels. Jenny could barely breathe, feeling like the cock was filling her lungs, the long weapon so deep that she was sure he punctured her stomach, feeling as if it was going to come out her throat.

His cock was compressed so tight by her clenching asshole, her muscles rippling up and down his shaft, squeezing the blood from the hard, punishing prick. He had never felt such pleasure, not from her mother, not from other girls he had taken in such a manner. He only hoped that Tashia would be just as accommodating. Instead of enemas, he would use electricity on her, tickling the inside of her asshole with jolts of electricity until she pissed on herself. After a while she would do anything to stop the terrible electricity from frying her insides, willing to accommodate Mohammed’s large cock in her asshole and clench her asshole until he filled her bowels with his cum. But for now he concentrated on Jenny, fucking in and out until his hands went under her, feeling his cock pressing on her stomach, but from the inside. He made his cock dance in her asshole, jerking back and forth as her insides cradled his cock in a warm blanket of her intestines. “Are you ready to fuck now, Jenny? I’m going to enjoy this. Give me a good ride and I will cum quickly. Clench your muscles as I pull out, relax them when I shove them back in.” He slapped her ass, feeling her asshole clench so deliciously on his cock.

It felt like an iron bar was keeping her back straight, the cock straightening out her guts. The pain was terrible, not only her insides, but her anal ring, stretched to unbelievable proportions to handle the thick shaft of cock that shoved deep inside her. And it only got worse. Mohammed began to pull his cock out, Jenny feeling like her guts were being sucked out with it, her insides collapsing behind the thick head. He pulled it half the way out, then suddenly shoved back in again, Jenny’s head thrown back as she screamed in pain. “EEEEEWWWW!” It went in so ruthlessly, shoving aside her muscles to plunge so deep in her guts, painful cramping following the thrust. He didn’t wait, pulling out again, this time farther, Jenny holding her breath as she waited for the painful thrust. No matter how much she tried to prepare herself, it couldn’t match the pain as the raping cock buried deep inside her guts again, her anal ring feeling like it was tearing as it rippled along the shaft as it plunged in. Mohammed began to fuck her ass, sodomizing her ruthlessly, using her young, immature body to satisfy his perverted lust. And all she could do was scrape along the floor, each thrust sending her bound, naked body along the rough floor until his cock was buried hard against her insides. Her throat grew hoarse from screaming, her cheeks stained with tears, the pain in her ass unbelievable. It felt like one big hole between her legs as she was raped in the ass. Damn Nola for making her submit to this!

Michael leaned over Nola’s back, his cock buried deep into her bowels. “Look at Jenny taking that lovely ass fuck. It’s all your fault Nola. Now you must suffer as she does.” His cock jerked in pleasure inside her tightly clenching asshole. He watched as Mohammed fucked his cock in and out of her tight asshole, Jenny’s scream only inspiring Mohammed to take her harder, his hatred for Americans taken out on the lovely females that graced his prisons. Especially the young girls. Michael began to pull his cock out of her asshole, slowly, making sure that Nola felt every nodule and ridge on the tickler, rubbing her insides raw. After a few thrusts in and out her asshole would be rubbed raw, making her tighten her muscles in pain, Michael the recipient of her reluctant tightened asshole.

She hated what Mohammed was doing to Jenny, remembering her own sodomy by the ruthless leader, forcing her to sit on his cock as he pinched her nipples with pliers until she complied with his perverse demands. But now she had Michael to deal with, the tickler feeling like sandpaper as his cock pulled out, the nodules and ridges rubbing hard against her soft insides. She knew she wouldn’t be able to stand much of this until she was rubbed raw, sure that his cock would feel ten times as big. Her insides were dragged out behind his cock, only to have Michael thrust back in, the tickler painfully tearing at her flesh until she felt the pain in her guts as the head of his cock buried deep into her bowels. “Fucker,” she screamed out when he pulled out until only the head of his cock was gripped by her rectum, then thrusting back in, the tickler racing down her smooth passage, irritating it with the hard nodules. He began to fuck her hard, his hips a blur as they shoved his cock in and out in frenzied movements.

The scene on the monitor corresponded to the scene in Nola’s cell, only the sound of lust by the men that fucked the girls and the screams of pain from Jenny and Nola as they were sodomized painfully by the thick cocks that continued to buffet their assholes. Jenny and Nola could do little except accept the pain, praying that the men would fill their bowels with their foul cum, ending the brutal ass rape. But Michael and Mohammed held out as long as they could, both of them showing remarkable willpower, their cocks staying hard as they tried to contain the orgasm that their ass fucking was causing.

Jenny was shoved all the way across the room, her asshole speared painfully each time, her young body thrust in fitful shoves, Mohammed watching her anal ring as it spread painfully tight over his shaft as he fucked her asshole. His cock was pink from the blood of the ass rape, lubricating his cock so he could fuck harder. He leaned over her, whispering into her ear. “Tighten up that lovely asshole on my cock and I’ll fill your asshole with my precious seed. End the pain with my pleasure.” He gave her a couple of hard thrusts, finally feeling her comply with his wishes, the gentle clutching of her asshole on his cock setting the stage for the orgasm that was building in his balls. He let it go, his hot cum jetting out of his cock and spilling into her virgin asshole.

She tightened on his cock even though it was more painful. She had to end this, the pain overwhelming her body, sure that her ass was torn and battered. She felt his cock grow bigger inside her, not realizing that it would swell when he came, only comprehending the increased pain. And then she cried in shame when she felt him cum in her, bathing her insides with his hot cum, filling her as he continued to fuck her. At least his cock slid easier, lubricated by the thick crème that lined her asshole. His body finally slumped over hers, his breathing heavy, his softening cock still filling her. She squeezed his cock until she felt it moving out, burning as it popped out of her asshole noisily, a flood of cum following it out and dripping down her thighs.

“I love taking you in the ass Nola. Ever since I saw you the first day on the beach with your lovely daughters. Such a delicious ass you have, built to be sodomized. And so tight, in spite of all the cocks that took you. But I imagine it must be quite painful by now, your insides abraded by my lovely tickler. I hope it hurts as much as Jenny. I’m ready to cum inside you, just as Mohammed is cumming inside your lovely ten year old daughter’s asshole. Look at the surprised look on her face as he fills her bowels with his cum. Now tighten up and make me cum or I’ll fuck you until you bleed.” He gave her a couple of quick, punishing thrusts in her asshole until he felt her complying with his perverse demand. “Yes, like that.”

It was painful every time he moved in and out of her asshole, sure that her asshole was bleeding. Jenny was sobbing as Mohammed rode her to climax, his head thrown back in pleasure as he unloaded his cum inside Jenny’s once virgin body. She remembered the same feeling when Mohammed did the same to her. She gripped Michael’s cock almost lovingly in spite of the pain, anything to end the painful ass rape. Her insides couldn’t take much more. He shoved in and out until she felt the hot wetness inside her, her bowels filled with his cum as he unloaded his cum inside her.

Michael lay on top of her as his cock began to soften. “Tomorrow I will enjoy Jenny’s asshole. She will lie on the bed, her legs spread wide, her little hands holding her cheeks open so I can place my cock inside her. I will enjoy my large body covering hers, my hips fucking her so hard, Jenny barely able to breathe from my heavy weight on her little body. I will hold out as long as I can, making her relieve the painful rape of today. And Mohammed will visit Tashia. He will make her a woman.” Michael laughed loudly as the monitor went black, his cock finally spit out by her clenching muscles. “Not so fast.” He shoved his semi-rigid cock back in her asshole, grunting as he pushed in deep. He held it there, straining.

Michael did the unthinkable. He shoved his cock back in again. She felt him deep inside her, then she cried out in shame as her bowels were flooded. Flooded with his piss, the hot, salty fluid burning as her stomach swelled from the massive amount of piss that he filled her with. He finally left her, her insides filled with his cum and piss, sobbing in humiliation.

The End