by Powerone
"Not like that Monika. We know you could never do anything like that. But just a tiny drop of a substance in his drink. Or on his cigar and he would never know what hit him. And we could have you out of the country before they knew what happened. It would look like a heart attack. All very neat and pretty. No blood and guts.” Michael watched as she was fucked, seeing it in her eyes. She was enjoying being taken while bound, in spite of not even knowing whose cock was inside her. She was rolling her hips from side to side, the cock pounding in and out of her with abandonment, sure that her pussy was gripping it with such delicious clenching.
God, the cock felt good. Her nipples and clit still ached, but nothing like before. It was just a dull ache, the cock in her pussy taking the edge off of any pain. And with Michael watching her get fucked while bound only added to the excitement. It was like with Miguel, Monika sure that El Presidente was watching, adding to the excitement, knowing that El Presidente was probably masturbating his cock as he watched Miguel fuck her mouth or masturbate her until she came. As for Michael, could she do such a thing? Yes it was what the government wanted, she had heard the stories of his brutal government. But it was different when she met him. She didn't see any of that in him. And to think that her mother sucked his cock many years ago. The cock in her was more demanding of her attention, shoving in and out, his fingers plucking at her clamped nipples. “OOOOOWWW,” she screamed out. He had slapped one clamp off of her nipple, the metal clamp falling to the floor, the blood rushing into the crushed tip with such a terrible pain. His fingers squeezed it until the pain went away, the blood pounding heavily in the abused tip. His cock continued to fuck her, Monika squeezing the thick shaft as he pulled it out. Another snap and the other one flew off, Monika almost grateful to the fingers that pinched it back to life again. Tears ran down her face as she waited for the last one, not sure if she could take the pain of the one on her clit.
Michael stood up, moving to the bars. He picked up the end of the chain, two empty clamps dangling uselessly, but the other one was still attached to her clit. He gave it a tug, Ernesto grunting in pleasure as the pain in her clit made her pussy clamp tight on is fucking cock. “Tell me when you're ready to cum,” Michael speaking to Ernesto. “I'll pull the clamp off her clit. It should give you a nice ride while her body shakes in pain.” He looked into her eyes, the big brown eyes covered in tears.
Monika could only brace for the pain she knew was inevitable, watching Michael's hand as he gripped the chain tight. She heard the voice behind her, but it could do little to have prepared her for the pain. She felt his cock spurt his cum deep inside her just as she screamed in pain, her pussy tightening up as it felt her clit was stabbed by a sharp needle. Michael's fingers rubbed it back and forth, but the pain was overpowering, even as the cock inside her spewed his hot seed in her body. He continued to pound in her pussy as he came, finally pulling out, his cum dripping down her thighs.
Michael moved behind her, his cock slipping into her pussy. He reached over and began to rub her clit, feeling her begin to respond. His cock sank easily into her wet pussy, taking her with the full measure of his cock. She squeezed his cock just as he had taught her, his fingers exciting her clit in spite of it being abused so bad. A sharp snap of his fingernail against her clit did little to dampen her enthusiasm, Monika now moaning in pleasure, not pain. “So what do you think Monika about our offer? Your government would be eternally grateful. You would never have trouble finding employment. The C.I.A. takes care of their friends.” He added the warning. “It also is not very forgiving of its enemies."
Her mind was confused, Michael fucking her hard, his finger bringing such joy to her clit, all the while bound to the cell bars only clouding her judgment. It was her chance to do something important for her country. And if Michael was a part of it, how could it be bad. “Just a drop in his drink or on his cigar?"
"Yes, that's all Monika. It would be like putting salt on your food. In just a second you could change the lives of millions of people living in this oppressed land. Now cum for me Monika.” Michael ordered her, Monika obeying like a trained dog, his finger playing with her clit until she came on his spewing cock, Michael's third orgasm tonight.
Michael was through with her but Ernesto still had plans. He took her down from the bars, making her kneel at his feet. He tied her arms to her ankles, her mouth conveniently situated, his cock already hard again. He took her just as General Perez did, his hands guiding her head up and down his cock until she received his cum in her mouth, making her swallow it and clean his cock before he released her. Michael and Monika left a short while later, Ernesto handing Michael the small vial of poison for Monika. He would be able to control her. He was walking out of the building when he walked by the cell, the single bulb dangling from the ceiling silhouette the lovely ass of the Romanian girl that Michael had ‘interrogated'. Her lovely ass still glistened from the oil that lubricated her. Michael had told him of her confession, tomorrow she would be disposed of properly. His cock grew again at the thought of Michael fucking her in the ass. He slipped into the room, the girl not even stirring as he undressed. She didn't even cry out until his body smothered hers, his hand guiding his cock between her cheeks. He pushed into her ass without any preliminaries, sinking six inches of rigid cock into her resisting asshole as she screamed in pain. It only made him harder, beginning to pound in her asshole, her gaps of pain only igniting his lust to greater depravities. It took him ten minutes to cum inside her, by then she was only sobbing uncontrollably, her voice hoarse from the screams as he violated her asshole.
She felt the weight on her back and then the pain, thinking that it was Michael again. But this one was cruel, her ass split apart by a thick cock. It wasn't gentle, shoving half of the thick cock into her as she screamed, her asshole splitting from the large cock. It wasn't a gentle clenching like Michael, this one fucked her hard, eight inches of cock plunging deep inside her guts while her stomach turned in pain. Then it pulled out, sucking her guts out with it, pausing just long enough to begin again. It tore up and down her ass for long minutes, Alina crying in pain. Finally it ended, her bowels taking his cum deep inside her. He pulled out immediately, leaving her laying there, her asshole ablaze in pain, fearing he would come back for more.
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CHAPTER 9—The Plan
Michael wasn't sure of Monika's acceptance of their plan. She had committed to it, but he wasn't sure that her acceptance was genuine. They had decided to keep a close watch on her, though it was difficult, Castro's security forces able to make her disappear right under the noses of the rebels. She didn't say anything regarding Saturday night to Michael, acting as if the whole thing never happened. Michael got back into the project, far too important to play second fiddle, even to the demise of the Cuban President. No matter what happened with that plan, if he pulled off this study as he planned, his recognition would be greatly enhanced, and it seemed like Monika was instrumental in getting the difficult documents he needed, her connections with the government impeccable. Michael would use that to his advantage.
"I need two things, Monika, that the people that I talk to have been reluctant to give me. The first is the sugar production numbers for the last twenty years. I know they are going down, even though Castro says they increase each year. I need the real numbers. The second is the preliminary estimate of the oil reserves in waters off the Cuba coast. This is crucial to Cuba's future. There has been speculation of up to four billion barrels of oil.” He was hoping that with her connections she could secure them.
"So what am I to offer them for this information, my body?” Michael's demands were getting unreasonable. First the plot for her to poison El Presidente, now he wanted information that only Miguel could get her access to. He had no scruples regarding using her in any manner as long as his agenda was furthered. When she decided to seduce him, she longed to submit to him, but this was not what she had in mind. Her submission only went as far as her
sexuality. She was too strong of a woman for anything else.
"Not many men can resist you, Monika. All you would have to do is tease them.” Michael could see that he wouldn't get anything sexually from her for a while. He would have to satisfy his lust with Joanna and Sandra, a thought that was not distasteful by any amount. In fact, he thought he might do a threesome with them this weekend. He barely noticed as she slammed out the door.
She was still one hundred percent behind the study, doing what she had to do to make it a success. And if that meant using her feminine guiles to get Michael the information, then she would do it. In spite of him or maybe just to spite him.
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Somehow she knew she would see Miguel this weekend, though not sure how. She dressed with that in mind, a short skirt, tight blouse, highlighting all of her “assets” though she knew that in the case of Miguel, she wouldn't expect to stay dressed for long. On a spur of the moment idea, she decided to take a taxi into Old Havana but wasn't surprised to see a jeep pull up in front of her, Miguel's smiling face beaming out at her.
Miguel got out of the jeep, pulling the seat back so Monika could get into the back seat. “I hope I am not keeping you from anything, Monika.” He looked at her, his cock hardening at the sight of her long, naked legs.
"Only you,” she quipped back at him. She really wasn't that hungry, at least not for food. She wanted something else from Miguel. She got into the back, three pairs of eyes staring at her legs as her short skirt rode up high on her legs. The two soldiers were not the same as from the other day. But it was Miguel that interested her, not them. The jeep pulled out, Monika not knowing where they were going, only hoping. She wasn't surprised when they pulled into the back of the El Capitolio Nacional, her pussy getting wetter at the thoughts that raced through her mind. “Another tour, Miguel?"
Miguel got out of the jeep, watching as Monika tried to be as ladylike as she could getting out, but it didn't stop him from getting a peek at the dark treasures between her legs as she tried to maneuver from the back seat. “There is so much more to see. And feel. Maybe you would like to be on the rack again, this time face down, Monika, that luscious ass open and vulnerable.” He paused for a moment before he added. “I hope the rebels saved it for me."
So he knew, though she should have expected it. How much did he know about that night? Did he have spies in the rebels? Did he know of the plot to kill El Presidente? She was sure that she was about to lose her last virginity today. And the thought of being bound when it happened only heightened her expectations. She could feel the eyes of the two soldiers on her ass as they followed them down the hallway to the interrogation room. She passed by the cells, a reminder of the cells she was strung to by the rebels. The door opened to the room, Monika already feeling the cuffs on her arms and legs.
They walked by the rack, Monika staring at it as if she regretted that he passed it by. He stopped at the end of the row. “Yes, this should do nicely, Monika. Don't you think so?"
Monika looked at it, understanding the basic concept, but this was different than what she had read of in history books. Maybe she should have studied torture more, laughing to herself. “A pillory, I presume. But I don't fully understand this one. I'm sure that you will instruct me in the more intimate uses of it.” She could feel her panties grow damp with desire. She looked at the heavy wooden beam, three holes in it, one for her head and two for her arms. They were secured to the ceiling with black chains, thick interlocking rings of steel. The floor in front of it had another thick beam of wood, this one secured to the floor with iron brackets. There were at least ten slots in it spaced along the width. Each would hold the individual, spread wider as they progressed to the edge. The farthest would surely split the individual up the middle before they could be secured.
"I think you have too many clothes for this, Monika.” Miguel instructed the two soldiers. “Strip her naked."
"I'll do it,” Monika surrendering to the inevitable.
"No, let them, they will enjoy it much better.” The two soldiers almost pounced on her, both of them eager to strip the lovely American girl naked, her submission surprising them.
She could only stand there as they manhandled her body, the fingers of the one young soldier hastily attacking the buttons of her blouse, the other already slipping one hand in and cupping her bra-encased breast. Miguel watched as he fondled her with impunity, Monika unable or unwilling to stop them. She felt the blouse slip off her shoulders, both of her breasts grasped harshly by the young soldiers. They spun her around, an inexperienced soldier fumbling with her bra catch, finally succeeding. He slipped the straps down her arms until her breasts bounced free of their restraints, hands quickly finding the soft, firm flesh. She felt her nipples come alive beneath their touch.
The soldiers were too eager, no finesse in them, jumping her body the moment they stripped it naked. Monika's breasts already showed their harsh fingers, red grooves left by their touch. Miguel watched as they made short work of her skirt, the flimsy garment falling at her feet. One kneeled down to pull her panties down, yanking them down fast instead of savoring the moment. He pulled them off her feet, his fingers moving up the inside of her thighs, Monika forced to spread her legs as he moved higher. He was about to touch her pussy when Miguel's voice rang out in the room. “That's enough. For now."
They both moved back away from her, the General's voice demanding their obedience in spite of the excitement of the naked American girl standing in front of them. They only hoped that the General would share her with them.
She stood in front of them, naked except for the high heels, making her feel even more naked with them on. Miguel had a device in his hand, pushing a button, the soft hum of motors in the ceiling breaking the silence of the room. The pillory began to move up until it was the same height as Monika. She shivered in lust at the thought of being secured in it. Miguel took his time fitting the bottom of the pillory around her neck, Monika raising up her arms and fitting them into the two slots. Then she felt the top of the pillory slide over, Monika gulping at the rough, hewn wood pushed against her throat. She felt the snap, as the two pieces of wood were locked together, Monika testing it, tugging on her hands verifying her wrists couldn't pull through. She was trapped. And that excited her more than anything else. Except when she felt Miguel's hands on one of her ankles. She didn't fight him as he pulled it wide to one side, panic setting in when she realized that he might pull it too far. Spread her too wide. He pushed her foot into the round hole, the top piece slipping around her slim ankle and then the sharp snap as it locked in place. The rough wood rubbed harshly against her tender skin. She waited until he moved to the other side, unable to look down at him as he grabbed her other leg and began to spread her. Just as he did to her before. She felt her wet pussy lips pull apart as he continued to yank her legs wide before finally putting her other foot into the waiting hole. Another snap and this one was locked, her legs immobilized, spread wide, her crotch aching only adding to the heightened arousal of her body. She could feel their eyes staring at her sex, Monika looking down to see how exposed she was. And wet, her pussy juices glistening in the bright lights.
Miguel was pleased with his handiwork, Monika naked and spread for his pleasure. Now to get her in the right position. “You might want to bend your knees. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself.” He pushed the top button, the motors coming to life. The chains began to nosily move, first parallel to the floor, moving away, taking Monika with them as the pillory moved out, her feet trapped in place. He stopped the forward movement, pushing the button below it, the two chains on the end of the pillory slowly lowering.
She felt her body pulled away, her feet trapped in place. The gentle rumbling finally stopped, her legs stretching out. What did he mean that I should bend my knees? When it moved again she knew instantly. It was lowering toward the ground, forcing Monika's back to bend, at the same time it was applying pressure to her legs, forcing her to bend her knees or th
ey would break. Miguel was standing behind her, as she felt her ass rising up, bowing out her legs, Monika knowing she must be quite a spectacle from behind. And the soldiers realized the same thing, moving behind her to catch a glimpse. Her head went lower and lower, Miguel finally stopping. Her head was almost lower than her waist, her hair hanging down. Her legs were not only spread, but bowed. She felt her cheeks part a long time ago, knowing she was fully exposed by the position. And it was her last vestige of virginity that was exposed, her anus. Michael had touched her there, but for some reason had spared her. Now he would lose the chance to be first inside her, for Miguel would be claiming that prize.
Even with her cheeks parted and her crack barely visible, her anus was still small. A tiny, brown wrinkled hole in a sea of tanned flesh. He slowly undressed, nodding for the other soldiers to do the same. With her head bowed down, her mouth would be at a convenient height, Miguel willing to share his good fortune with his men. And he didn't think Monika would mind it. She did a good job of sucking cock before, not knowing who was in her mouth yet she performed admirably.
Monika couldn't look behind her, but she heard the sound of zippers and the rustle of clothes and knew they were getting naked. And not only Miguel, but the others as well. Would they all take me in the ass? Monika nervous but excited at the same time?
Miguel picked up the bottle of oil, rubbing some on his hands before he coated his cock with it until it glistened in the bright lights. He tipped the bottle over her ass, watching as the thick oil ran down the groove of her ass, slowly passing over her anus before coating her pussy with its thick coating. “Relax, Monika. There is nothing you can do about it, so try to take it with as little discomfort as possible. Such a tiny hole.” Miguel's fingers circled the tiny brown hole, rubbing the oil all over her brown hole. He felt her pucker tremble as he touched her so intimately, his finger pressing hard as it circled the tiny hole. Miguel's cock swelled to erection at the sight of her ass, the fullness of her cheeks, the sharp crack parted so provocatively by the wide spread of her legs. His fingers played around the tiny hole, feeling the tiny hairs growing around the edge, his finger sliding easily over the oiled flesh. His finger trailed down her crack, teasing along her perineum, the tiny patch of skin separated her ass from her pussy, feeling her body begin to move from his gentle touch. He couldn't resist from clenching her firm cheeks in his hands, pulling them apart as her tiny anal ring slowly parted wider. He couldn't stop, his fingers finding the fleshy folds of her pussy, fingering the soft folds of her femininity until he felt her wetness. Her hips began to rotate as his fingers explored her pussy from behind, tiny gasps from her lips as he intimately explored her slick inner lips with the tip of his fingers. His finger moved back up, back to lubricating her sufficiently for his cock, his prick straining to be snuggled into the hot, tight hole presented for his pleasure.