by Powerone
They all began to work over his body harshly, Michael unable to do anything but stand there and take it. One of the young girls was gripping his cock like a baseball bat, bending it down until he thought she was going to break it in half. All the while the Captain was having success with his balls, her fingers searching out each individual ball and squeezing it hard until she knew it was hurting him. Still she didn't stop, his stomach turning over. And now a third one was on his other side, her fingers covered in foul tasting rubber gloves, pushed into his mouth. She had three fingers jammed in his mouth, yanking his tongue harshly to the side as they explored his teeth and gums. They were all working him over, the one in his mouth jamming a finger to the back of his mouth until he gagged on it, still not moving it away as his stomach turned. Fingernails dug into the side of his cock shaft, in spite of the gloves they felt like needles, sure that they had already pierced the rubber. He could almost feel a wetness, sure that she was cutting him as the private dragged her nails down the side of his shaft, grateful at least for now her nails stayed away from the sensitive head of his cock. And the Captain was relishing her job of squeezing his balls until he was sure they would be swollen and black and blue tomorrow. It felt like ten minutes before they stopped, Michael sure they weren't through yet. He heard the metal cap being unscrewed, looking over to see the Captain dipping three fingers in the grease.
"One more thing to check and you may go, Michael. You make a very submissive male,” teasing him. “Are all American men so docile?” She didn't wait for an answer or want one. “Privates,” ordering them to go back to the task. One grabbed his cock in her hand, yanking it out until the head was stretched to the breaking. The other gripped his twin balls and squeezed until Michael stood up on his toes to relieve some of the pain. But nothing was better than his shocked grunt of pain as she played over his asshole, lubricating the tight muscle of his ass until it glistened with the grease. She gave him no warning, flicking one finger up his asshole, fighting his muscles as she turned and twisted in into his asshole until she felt his rectal muscles grip her finger almost possessively.
His balls being crushed and his cock stretched so long that he was sure he was up to ten inches by now, and nothing could have prepared him for the finger that slid up his ass, his sphincter fighting the rude intrusion. In spite of the grease it still hurt as she fucked her finger up his ass. And she didn't stop with one, now two fingers stretched his anal ring until Michael thought she would tear it. Her fingers never stopped moving, twisting and turning as they bore into his guts like a drill bit. And the private with brutal fingernails piercing his cock until it burned, sure he was bleeding. And his balls were crushed. In spite of it, his cock stayed hard, not sure why. He couldn't stop the groan that came out his mouth, three fingers tearing up his asshole, the Captain opening them when they were deep inside his asshole, stretching his intestines deep down until his stomach churned in pain.
"Jerk him off private. Cum for me Michael, and I'll take my fingers out of your asshole.” She twisted them painfully as the private began to jerk his cock off. Not nicely, but her fingernails digging into his shaft as she slid up and down, now slick from the blood. And she discovered his displeasure when her fingernails dug into the soft, tender underside of the head of his cock, rubbing it back and forth until she dug into the sensitive flesh.
Michael had no choice, one soldier jerking him off, not in pleasure, but pain. His asshole felt like it would explode, feeling like she had both of her hands inside his asshole and was trying to open them. And his balls would never be the same.
"Release his balls, otherwise he can't cum. Maybe play with his nipples. I'm sure Michael has abused many young girls’ nipples. Let's see how he likes it.” She shoved her fingers inside him, his muscles forced into submission by her fingers.
Michael felt the relief as she released his balls, but she attacked his nipples with equal cruelty, twisting and turning them, her fingers digging into the flesh. He had to end this quickly, his asshole, cock and nipples abused painfully. At the same time Michael felt the masochistic pleasure tingling in his newly released balls. The pain began to mix with the pleasure, her fingernails on his cock more pleasure than pain. He came painfully, his sperm splattering against the wall in front of him. Just as he shot out a second ropey load of cum the door opened wide, an Army Officer staring into the room, Sandra and Joanna strolling by almost casually. They heard the commotion in the room, turning to watch him as he shot a final load of cum against the wall, the Captain still twisting and turning her fingers in his asshole. They moved down the hall, Michael hearing their voices receding, finally feeling some relief as the Captain pulled her fingers from his asshole with a loud pop. They let him go, but not before one of the privates scooped up a blob of his cum from the wall and shoved it into his mouth, the Captain daring him one last time to defy her. Michael licked his lips in defiance, swallowing his thick, pasty cum. They let him dress, Michael walking a little funny, his cock and balls still sore.
"Welcome to Cuba, Michael,” Captain Famosa said as Michael passed her. Her superiors would be pleased with her.
* * * *
Monika was split from the other girls, each placed into separate rooms. Inside were three soldiers, an officer by the look of the bars on his shoulders and two enlisted men. There was a large table where Monika was instructed to put her carry-on bag, the two enlisted men opening it and spreading out the contents on the table. The Officer looked at her without saying a word. The men were commenting on her panties in Spanish, Monika not sure what they were saying, but sure it was something obscene by their laughter. The Officer finally stood up, looking at Monika.
"Put your arms behind your head, Senorita, lace them behind your neck.” He saw that she didn't move fast enough. “NOW!"
She heard him, but her body froze. Were they going to search me? That would be the only reason for him to make her pose that way. His loud voice scared her, Monika lacing her hands behind her neck, feeling her breasts stick out. She watched as he walked behind her, her body tense, waiting for his hands to touch her. She could feel his breath on her neck as he moved in close against her. The other two men stopped what they were doing, turning to watch the Officer.
"Stand still, Senorita. I must check you for contraband. I'm sure you have been touched many times by strange men. All of you American's are such whores.” He didn't like the Americans, this one attractive and vulnerable.
His voice was harsh, his hands sliding around her waist. Her body froze as his hands slid up toward her breasts, Monika holding her breath as she waited, her body frozen in fear. His hands crushed her breasts, the air escaping from her lungs loudly. “EEEWWW,” the sudden shock hitting her, the two enlisted men watching their Officer with envy in their eyes.
"I don't think that will be necessary, Captain,” the commanding voice booming in the room.
The Captain moved quickly away from Monika, the two enlisted men moving to the side out of the way. “Yes, General,” the Captain's voice submissive to the General's rank and stature.
"I must apologize for my men. Sometimes they get overly ambitious when confronted by such a beauty as you. Monika, is it not?” The General looked her over, his eyes going from her lovely face to her full breasts that were recently and rudely fondled by the Captain, all the way down her long legs. El Presidente will be pleased, much more beautiful than he had expected.
Monika was surprised that he knew her name but grateful that she was saved from further pawing by the Officer. “Apology accepted, General.” He had so many stars he must be the highest General in their army.
"Let me escort you out. The men are finished with you. Aren't you!” The enlisted men quickly put her things back in her bag. The General grabbed it for her. “Your friends should be with you soon.” He walked her out to the big lobby of the terminal, finding a seat near the door. He put her bag down, his eyes watching her long, naked legs as she sat down. He tipped his hat. “I will see you soon,
Monika."
He walked off without any word from her, Monika dazed by his power. Here was a man that exuberated power. And he was handsome also. And he said that he would see her soon, as if it were already ordained. She would welcome meeting him again. It was a while before the other girls came out, Monika noticing their wrinkled tops and crooked skirts that they were subject to the same handling that Monika was saved from. No one said anything, the other girls looking too embarrassed.
Michael found the girls sitting in the grand lobby of the terminal, looking like they had been there for a while. They must have faired better than he did, Sandra and Joanna not looking him in the eye. “Well, that was certainly an experience that I hope we will not repeat. Must be the way Castro gets back at Americans.” That was the last thing said about it.
* * * *
They were amazed by the cars, all relics of the United States’ past, but would be highly sought after by collectors back home. Chevy's, 1955, 56 and 57, big fins and lots of shiny chrome. All makes and models ran on the street, though they looked like they were barely held together, parts gone over 20 years ago now. They weren't sure how they managed to still run after all this time. And the buildings, the Old Havana barely standing in parts of the city, other part of a massive rejuvenation that went slowly due to costs.
The taxi pulled up in front of the Hotel Nacional de Cuba. It was located in the center of Havana, a view of the Havana Harbor and close to the sprawling downtown. It was large, over 400 rooms, reminiscent of the age when it was built, ornate and elegant in an impoverished land. Monika was not expecting anything like this. “It must be quite a grant, Michael, to afford this,” Joanna commented.
"It's not as pricey as it looks. And yes, we are funded generously.” And by more than one benefactor for this grant, Michael thought to himself.
"We have off until tomorrow. We meet at 7 A.M. for breakfast and it's off to get a good start. We have an important meeting with the Finance Ministry for background information and our liaisons. Now remember, they don't particularly like Americans as you have seen. I still don't know what made them change their mind, but this is the opportunity of a lifetime for all of us. So we might have to put up with some shit. Just grin and bear it.” Michael knew first hand this fact, his cock still sore from the fingernails that chewed it up.
Monika opened the door to a lavish one bedroom suite, much more than she had expected. Michael peered into the room.
"I think they might have put you in the wrong room. While our budget might be high, I don't think this is what I had in mind. Stay for now and I'll call you.” Michael moved down the hallway with the other two girls as Monika's door closed behind them. He opened up the doors for the other girls, more modest single rooms, though still decorated with the lavishness of the prior century. His room was similar. He put his bag down and picked up the telephone. It rang four times before the front desk answered.
"This is room 424. We had four rooms reserved, but I think 401 is a mistake. That one is a suite.” Michael hated to say anything but he didn't want to find out after three months that the bill was triple of what was expected.
"Yes, Senor, that is correct. The hotel gave Senorita Kowalska the suite at the same price as the others.” The clerk was very courteous.
"Who authorized it?” Michael wanted to know who Monika's benefactor was, a bit of jealousy slipping in.
"It came from the government, Senor. Very high up I understand. That is all that I am allowed to give out, Senor."
"Thank you, you have been very helpful.” He hung up. So Monika did have some connection to the Cuba government. But did she know it?
* * * *
The next three days were hectic. They met someone new in the Finance Ministry almost hourly, meetings running into meetings, from early in the morning to late evening. While all of them were cordial, you could see that they strained to be civil, none of them liking Americans. But Michael was surprised by their openness, getting far more detailed briefings of the economic policies of Cuba than he had expected. Whoever had decided to allow them into the country had also allowed them unlimited access within the government. It only made Michael more leery of the whole situation.
The girls were doing remarkably well, the officials much more cordial to beautiful girls, in spite of being American. Michael watched carefully, but they didn't seem to favor one over the other, including Monika. In fact if you had to pick one that they favored more, it would be Joanna, though Michael suspected that it was because she was blonde, most Spanish girls had dark hair.
On Friday morning, they all woke up with a small envelope slipped under their doors sometime during the night. It was a personal invitation. Personal in that it was signed by Fidel Castro himself, or at least it was his signature that graced the bottom of the gold printed invitation. It was for Saturday night at the El Capitolio Nacional. The building was the former head of the government, patterned after the White House. It now housed several museums, but still maintained grand ballrooms for state dinners. The girls were all excited, having worked so hard during the week with little time to do anything else but go to bed at night. They had all brought formal dress, as well as Michael bringing his black tuxedo, hoping for an opportunity like this. None more excited than Michael, for he hoped for this opportunity to meet Fidel Castro first hand.
"Well, it seems our good fortunes continue,” Michael commenting to the girls over dinner on Friday night. This will be a good chance to meet many others outside the Finance Ministry. And I hope we have a chance to meet Fidel.” Michael had not spent time with any of the girls since arriving in Cuba, all of them too busy and tired by day's end. He was hoping that by the weekend he would enjoy one of them, his balls and cock recovering from the inspection. And Joanna had been hinting the same thing since yesterday. He always loved a blonde bush, but not as much as a red-haired one.
* * * *
A limousine was waiting for them, another mystery that Michael could not solve. Maybe tonight something would be revealed. They pulled up in front of the El Capitolio Nacional. While they had seen lots of old cars before, tonight the front of the building was lined with black limousines, all dropping off lavishly dressed men and women, many wearing formal dress military uniforms, their chests filled with brightly colored ribbons.
"This is a magnificent building,” passing through the Capitolio salon-des-pas-per. They entered the ballroom, armed security guards checking the credentials and invitations before allowing entrance. Monika was impressed by the ballroom, filled with tables set with splendor she had never seen, a small band playing softly in the background. They were ushered to a table of twenty, the seats half filled around, the guests still streaming in.
They were more gracious to them, Michael suspecting the ones in the Finance Ministry were warned of them beforehand. Not so with the guests sitting around the table, probably seated with them by chance. All were connected with the government in one way or another, capitalism non-existent in Fidel's country, the government having their hands in every aspect of the country. Including most employment.
Dinner was elegant, seven courses, Monika hoping to catch a glimpse of Fidel Castro, though she secretly sought out the General that had saved her. They were having desert, Monika asking one of the women seated next to her. “Does the President attend?"
"El Presidente has many dinners and cannot attend any more than a few moments. He greets the important guests in private, preferring one-to-one tête-à-têtes. It is an honor to meet him.” The woman was in her mid-thirties, her husband looking like a General, but not as many stars as the one Monika met.
"You must have met him many times,” Monika impressed by the woman.
"No, I haven't had the honor, though we have only been attending these in the last three years.” She still sounded impressed.
The music began to play, Michael asking Joanna to dance, Monika a bit jealous as she watched him holding her so close, almost able to feel his cock against her. A young Cap
tain asked Sandra to dance, leaving Monika feeling left out. The song ended, but Michael and Joanna didn't not return, Monika sure that he found a quiet place away from peering eyes to go to. Sandra was standing near the bar, a drink in her hand, the young Captain talking to her. The music started again, Monika startled as a hand touched her naked shoulder gently. She looked up into the big brown eyes of the General, her pussy getting wet from just his touch.
"Monika, I promised I would see you soon. May I have this dance?” He took her hand, not waiting for or expecting an answer. She got up, seeing the woman she had talked to surprised by her companion. Obviously he was very important by the way her husband sat more rigid in front of his superior.
Miguel looked at her, even more beautiful in the red dress. His hand slid around her waist, feeling the satin cloth beneath his fingers. The crossover bodice clung tightly to her breasts, Miguel eyes feasting on the gentle bounce as she walked, unrestrained beneath the sensuous material. His hand slid around her back until he found her bare skin, the back open to way below her waist, his fingers sliding over the tiny hairs on her lower back.
Her nipples burst to life when his hands touched the bare skin on her back, pushing out the smooth fabric, every step rubbing the hardening tips back and forth over the satin material. His hands felt so hot on her skin, wishing they would slide down more, over the gentle swell of her buttocks. God, he was doing such things to her body and he had barely touched her. What would it be like if I let him have his way with me?
She was mesmerized by the way he moved, his hands gliding her body back and forth over the dance floor with such ease, Monika not expecting such grace from him. There was only the gentle swish of her dress and her breathing as he pressed closer to her as the music slowed down. She felt his cock pushing against her, Monika welcoming the intimate touch. His hands guided her hips as though he was masturbating her body against him, all the while hundreds of people watched. One hand slid lower down her back, a finger slowly tracing circles in her skin as it moved down below the edge of her dress until she felt it touch her crack. She almost lost it then, her body shuddering, afraid of cumming.