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  She felt repulsed by the General, his fingers fucking inside her, her juices having disappeared. She felt his fingers pull out, relieved. His hands moved to her hips, turning her around.

  “Bend over the desk Christy. Then reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart, I want to see your asshole.” His hands pushed her around, one hand on the small of her back, forcing her down onto the desk.

  This was the final indignity, forced to show them her anus, knowing that they would not be content with just seeing it, she expected fingers would be shoved inside her, something she had always discourage her lovers from doing to her.

  The doctor stood in front of her on the other side of the desk. “All the way down Christy, put your face down on the desk,” his hands pushing her down.

  She felt her breasts touch the cold desk, her nipples turning hard from the cold surface. She turned her head to the side, her cheek pushed on the desk, looking to the side. She let her hands move behind, sliding down her cheeks before she moved lower to her split, gripping each cheek and pulling them apart. She could feel the cool air of the room on her anus, knowing how exposed she was, ashamed at the indignities they continued to heap upon her.

  “Such a lovely, wrinkled opening doctor. I’m sure that no one has ever been up her before.” The General let his fingers touch her asshole, watching as Christy kept her cheeks spread for him, the tiny hole begin to clench and unclench as he pushed with his finger harder into the tiny hole. “It opens up nicely,” he commented, feeling her asshole begin to expand as his finger became more insistent, pushing deeper inside her, the hole gripping his fingertip. He pushed deeper, feeling her hot, tight asshole slowly spread open, her sphincter fighting his finger as he entered her rectum, trying to push it out.

  “EEEHHH,” she screamed out, the doctor holding her down as her head rose up from the desk in pain. The finger hurt as it dug inside her, pushing deeper and deeper as her muscle fought a losing battle in trying to keep it out. She could feel it moving around inside her, the General bending his fingertip inside her, forcing her anal tract to expand, twisting and turning his finger as he began to finger fuck her asshole.

  The General pulled his finger from her asshole, feeling her sphincter clasping onto it as he pulled out, watching her tiny anus clenching to the finger as it pops out. “Tie her hands to the front of the desk,” the General ordered the two guards in the room.

  Angela heard the clicking of the door. She looked up, seeing the Sergeant entering again, so unfulfilled from his first visit. He looked down at her, Angela seeing his cock already hard pushing out the front of his pants. It seemed like hours since her left her aroused.

  “Just as lovely as I left you,” looking down at her naked body spread out on the bed. “Turn over onto your stomach again Angela.”

  She had hoped he would eat her pussy again, this time making her climax. Her hopes were dashed with his order, Angela rolling over as he required of her. Was he going to spank her again?

  He sat down on the bed beside her, her face turned up towards him. He put his hand on her lower back and let it slide down over the gentle swell of her buttocks. “Spread your legs for me Angela.” He saw her legs part, pleased at how submissive she had become with so little training. He doubted she would be so willing when the General had her in his bed tonight. “Ten on your ass again.” He began to spank her, moving from one cheek to the other, seeing her lips clench tight in pain as he spanked her harder this time.

  She kept still and quiet, holding back as her ass hurt from his powerful hands spanking her as if she was a bad girl. She saw him take a tube of lubricant from his pocket, knowing what was next.

  “This will make it easier for you Angela and I will be able to go deeper inside your asshole. Now relax your cheeks for me.” His finger traced along her crack, slowly pushing his finger between her cheeks. “Legs apart so more,” watching as she obeyed, her pussy peeking out from between her spread legs, her cheeks peeling apart, her tiny anus, now pink from his fingering before, spread open for him. He put some lubricant on his finger, sliding it up and down his fat finger, going slowly as Angela watched him get ready to finger her asshole.

  “EEEEHHH,” she screamed, unable to contain herself as his finger slid suddenly into her asshole, the lubricant making it easy, her sphincter unable to stop it from plunging deep inside her in one thrust, his knuckles banging against her anus, his finger embedded deep inside her.

  “So hot and tight Angela.” He bent his finger inside her, seeing the look of distress on her face as she suffered the fingering of an orifice that she would never had imagined would be used in such a way. “Now be a good girl and tighten up on my finger. Show me how you can make it so much tighter.” He saw her cheeks clench, his finger squeezed by her inner muscles. “Good, now tighten again but this time hold it longer.”

  She squeezed his finger, holding it as long as she could, clenching her muscles. He made her do it again, five time in all before he pulled his finger out, wiping the lubrication off on her cheeks before turning her over again.

  Her legs were pulled up to the top of the bed again; spread wide, her body bent in two, her sex so fully exposed. She closed her eyes as she felt his breath on her pussy, trying to image it was different, a lover was doing this to her. It felt so good, the tongue bringing back the same feelings as before, lapping at her juices that immediately began to flow, moving from the top of her slit, slapping at her clit before moving down. His rigid tongue stopped at her vagina, slowly entering her virgin hole, fluttering up and down inside her tight hole. She trembled as his tongue moved to her anus, touching her in the same place that his finger had visited, his tongue finding nerve endings in places that she never expected to find. His tongue on her anus gave her shivers.

  The Sergeant ate her pussy for five minutes, each time stopping when he felt her ready to cum, moving back as she settled down. Each time he did this, the time between them shortened, knowing that if he continued, she would cum on his tongue, not ready to let her yet. No, the General would be the one to do that. She begged him to finish her off before leaving, but he only laughed and untied her legs, this time tying her legs to the other end of the bed, not wanting to give her any way to rub her pussy on the bed.

  Three times more he entered the room, each time an hour in between. By time it was the fourth time, she turned over onto her stomach as soon as her legs were released, her ass pushing up higher, presenting it to his hand. He spanked her harder and longer, the fifth time she was up to 30 and her asshole was well lubricated and easily took two fingers inside, her moans of pain doing little to stop him. Three times more he ate her pussy, now only able to do it for three minutes, Angela ready to cum to fast.

  Christy’s arms were tied to the front legs of the table, her body pinned down. The doctor held one of her legs, one of the guards the other. She looked back in shock at the General, his sleeve rolled up, rubbing oil all over his fist and lower arm, the oil glistening in the bright lights. “Spread her legs and hold them tight. I don’t think she is going to like this too much.”

  “What are you going to do?” She trembled as he approached, his hand moving between her legs. She was afraid of the answer.

  “I’m going to see how much you can take up that pussy. You already passed a kid through there, my fist and arm should be easy,” he laughed. Three slick fingers entered her with ease; her legs spread wider, her pussy opening up to him. In and out he fucked with his fingers. “Now another,” pushing his other finger along the three, four fingers pushing aside all resistance, her vagina stretching to take them in.

  “NNNOO,” she cried out in pain, his fingernails scratching her tender pussy walls, his fat fingers pushing aside all resistance, her muscles clamping onto them. “NNNO more,” she screamed as the four fingers were pulled out, then pushed back in again, knowing that his thumb was tucked with them, trying to bow her legs out, anything to stop the terrible pressure inside her pussy.

  The General’s cock jerk
ed in his pants, he would need relief soon, hoping that the Sergeant had done a good job of keeping Angela on the edge. He pushed his hand in deeper, a grunt from Christy pleasing him. “Now hold still,” slowly bending his fingers inside her, stretching her pussy wider then it ever had been except during childbirth until his fingers clenched in a fist.

  Christy couldn’t stand the pain. The General would punch his fist in and out of her pussy, her vagina clinging to his wrists as she was fucked by his arm painfully, her legs held wide apart. Her body was bounced up and down on the table as she was fist fucked.

  The withdrawal of his fist was even more painful then the penetration, her vagina slowly stretched wider and wider to allow the heel of his hand to pass through the stretched opening, feeling like he was tearing her up. She panted, her body unable to comprehend that much pain, wishing she would pass out in pain, but she stayed awake, conscious of every painful inch of fist that passed through her vagina.

  The General finally pulled his fist out, her vagina now a gaping hole, slowly shrinking in size. “Why don’t you fuck her? I have some other business to attend to. I’ll be back in a while and we can get on with the interrogation and find out who her contacts are.” He wiped his hand and fingers off on a towel and moved down to the other end of the building, moving towards Angela’s cell. It was time for her to service him. He turned around to see the doctor lowering his pants, his large, hard cock popping free. He climbed onto the table, inching up Christy’s back. His hand reached down between their bodies, fumbling with his cock as he lined it up to her pussy. He settled down on her ass as he slowly forced his cock inside her as she moaned in pain. He began to hump her, using jack rabbit punches with his hips to take her hard and fast. He could see her fingers digging into the wooden table, almost breaking as she suffered the painful rape.

  The General opened the door, the Sergeant doing a good job of presenting Angela for him. She was on her stomach on the bed. She was hog tied, her arms pulled back and tied to each ankle, her legs bent back, bowing her body up. A rope was attached to her hair, yanking her head upright, her face forward, her breasts available for him to touch. A ring gag held her mouth open, drool running down her cheeks, her eyes wide open in fear and disgust as he entered, the smell of his cigar preceding his entrance.

  He sat down on the bed next to her, his hand beginning to run over her taut buttocks. “The Sergeant tells me you are enjoying your spankings. I see your cheeks are already pink. And he tells me he has trained your asshole to tighten on his finger. Are you going to perform as well for me?”

  Chapter 3 - Christy’s Torture

  It was so humiliating when the General came into the room, the smell of his cigar preceding his entrance. She almost hoped for the Sergeant again, though frustrated and aroused by him, but unfulfilled. He left her bound last time in the stringent hog-tie, her limbs straining, her muscles taut. Her hair bound to her ankles, her face painfully pressing forward; her body in a bow forcing her breasts off of the bed, thrusting out as if she were offering them to whomever entered. Her nipples were still hard from the Sergeant’s constant masturbation of her body. But, the most painful was the ring gag forcing her lips to stretch wide, almost tearing the corners, the thick strap wrapping tightly around her head, her mouth a gaping hole. Drool ran down her chin, her tongue hanging out like a panting dog. The tears on her cheeks reflected her suffering in the tight bondage, her naked body displayed so obscenely—especially for an eighteen year old girl who was quite sexually naive.

  She saw the General looking at her, his cigar hanging from his lips, the tip a bright red as he puffed the acrid smoke into the room. His stomach hung over his pants, sweat soaking the material of his shirt, the foul odor from his unwashed body permeating her senses. She feared him the most, a powerful man who could do anything to her, the position and bondage of her body giving him ample opportunity, Angela unable to even comprehend the perverse thoughts in his mind.

  The General stood looking at the lovely girl on the bed. While his position allowed him access to many young beautiful girls, never had he had an American blonde. The thought of Angela servicing his cock with her virgin holes made him hard, the thought of mother and daughter in bed with him at night, the two of them forced to compete for his sexual attention delighted him. Her mother’s pussy was still tight in spite of having to take his fist inside her. Her muffled screams made his cock so hard that he had to have relief. If she only knew that her daughter would be the one to pay the price, her virgin mouth forced to bring his hard cock to an explosive orgasm, filling her oral cavity with his hot cum.

  His hand caressed her butt, the hog-tie forcing it up, the twin cheeks a light pink, the Sergeant’s spanking bringing out the lovely color to her skin. He reveled in her shudder when his hands touched her smooth, satiny skin, her cheeks tightening in response, “Yes, the Sergeant was right; you have an ass made for spanking.”

  She began struggling as soon the General touched her body so intimately, squirming on the bed, her pussy rubbing on the harsh blanket. She tightened her cheeks, not wanting to allow him access to the hole that the Sergeant had so intimately explored with his fingers, hoping that the Sergeant hadn’t mentioned her arousal from the anal probing with his fat fingers. It was humiliating to allow his hand the freedom to so casually run over her naked hips and back up to her cheeks, a finger sliding up and down her clenched crack, smiling at her feeble attempt to stop him. “Mmmm,” her muffled cries as his hand pushed between her thighs, the wide spread of her legs allowing him to caress the soft, tender flesh between her legs. His fingers sliding up, stroking her thighs, moving up towards the vee of her legs, her body trembling at the thought of his grubby hands touching her sex. Grabbing one of her thighs, squeezing the tender inner flesh harshly, started Angela struggling to stop the pain.

  “Lay still, Angela. This can be as painless or as painful as you desire. You have a lovely body that I am going to explore. Then, you are going to take my cock in your sweet little mouth and suck me until I cum, draining my balls into your mouth, swallowing my thick cum. There is not much you can do to stop me; the bondage leaves your pretty body unprotected. Now lie still and I will tickle your pussy. The Sergeant says you get wet easily.” He slid his hand between her legs, feeling her jump when it touched her pussy, his fingers stroking her labia from behind, pinching the twin puffy lips, gripping it harshly. He felt her body shake, not used to be treated so harshly. He squeezed tightly, pulling her lips out, pinching again, before he let go of her labia, letting one finger slide between her lips, feeling her juices on her silky inner pussy. He laughed, “such an American slut. You cry when I pinch your cunt, but you get wet.”

  She began sobbing, his harsh treatment coupled with the way her body was betraying herself was too much for her. Her hips humped up and down, his finger sliding along her slit bringing an unexpected pleasure that shamed her. His other hand suddenly and brutally slapped hard on her unprotected right buttock, her skin exploding in pain. Rubbing casually over the tingling skin, his other finger continued the casual masturbation of her pussy. “Aaahh!” she cried into the ring gag, his hand slapping her other buttock, the skin burning, her hips still humping up and down on his finger.

  “Beating your ass seems to get your pussy hot, Angela.” He felt his finger wet with her pussy juice flow. He slapped her ass four times in rapid succession, each time striking her skin harder, her pussy clenching as his palm connected with her naked cheek, trapping his finger between her lips. He slipped in two fingers, moving them up and down, staying away from her clit and her vagina, except to play over the small hole. No, she wouldn‘t be allowed to cum yet.

  How could he be so right? It was so humiliating, first the Sergeant and now the General forcing her to get wet from spankings, her mind confused. She had no time to think, the General beating her ass again, this time ten powerful strokes to her cheeks, the sounds of her naked flesh being slapped, stifled screams escaping through the ring gag. She felt the Ge
neral rise from the bed, thankful as he withdrew his hand from between her legs, breathing rapidly from the harsh treatment, her sex tingling.

  He walked in front of her, a big smile on his face, his finger glistening. He pushed it in her face; the familiar smell of her juices wafting through her nose, his finger rubbing her juices on her tongue. “Such a sweet taste, I will have to eat your pussy later.” His laughter when he saw the expression of disgust on her face was mortifying.

  She cringed when he moved in front of her again, his flabby, sweat-drenched body disgusting her. She braced for the moment when his hands would touch her naked breasts as they moved in slow motion towards them. The hog-tie had left her breasts unfettered, pushing them up high, her nipples sticking out, offering them. She had only recently allowed boys to touch them, and only over her blouse or bra, none ever having touched her naked flesh. The Sergeant and now the General molested her youthful breasts, Angela unable to stop their fondling. She cringed when his clammy hands cradled her hanging breasts, cupping them in his large, calloused hands. His fingers tightened, squeezing her resilient flesh, his fingers digging deep, such harsh treatment, clenching and unclenching, testing the resiliency of them.

  The General’s cock strained his trousers while manhandling the lovely pair of tits on Angela. His fingers touched tips that were already hard as if anticipating his caress. She seemed to enjoy his touch; reaching for the pink, hard tips, two fingers gripping each. He tightened his fingers, watching as he clamped down on her rubbery nipples, enjoying her expression as he increased her pain. He savored her squirms, squeezing tighter, pulling; watched the skin stretch outward, molding her tits into sharp cones. His cock jerked at her muffled moans of pain.