by Powerone
She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She felt the boys’ hands grabbing her breasts, hefting them as if they were grapefruit, squeezing them. Miguel's eyes were trained on hers, knowing that it was he who was subjecting her to this abuse. She felt their fingers getting more urgent now, her nipples subject to their touch. The gentleness was gone, now that their boyish lust was getting the best of them. She cringed in pain, and Miguel smiled as he saw her so obedient, despite her nipples being pinched too hard, and fingernails carelessly scratching her tender skin. She felt the sharp stubble of a beard on her right breast, scraping along the areola until it reached her nipple. It felt like sandpaper as it painfully scraped over the delicate tip.
"The boys want to suck on your pretty little tits, Elise, arch your back a little more, stick your hard nipples into their eager mouth.” He smiled, seeing the look in her eyes as she obeyed, her young breasts, now red from their finger's abuse, thrust into their open mouths, her eyes closing as she felt the touch of hot lips and tongues run over her nipples for the first time. She might hate him for forcing her to accept this, but he could tell she was getting aroused, her untrained body subject to such intense feelings. She arched her back again; knowing that one of the boys must be sucking too hard, drawing her nipple far into the back of his mouth, stretching the rubbery tip as his rough tongue ran all over the pink flesh.
She couldn't believe the feeling that ran through her chest. Her nipples felt like they must be over two inches long, as their mouths sucked painfully, pulling on the nipples as if they were babies nursing. She cringed in pain when one of them bit down too hard, crushing the tip. His hard teeth ground back and forth over the soft flesh, painfully digging into it. Their hands were busy, cupping her breasts tightly, squeezing them, sending all the blood to the tips as they gnawed on the nipples. The ache she felt before was now between her legs. She wanted desperately to push her hands into her panties and play with her pussy. She was afraid Miguel would soon know how aroused she was, certain he would soon check her pussy for wetness.
Miguel saw how aroused she was, her face very flushed. “Enough. Get me a warm washcloth.” They backed away, and Miguel saw how red her breasts were, coated in a sheen of saliva. The nipples hard and swollen, and tiny bite marks surrounded the areolas. Miguel took the washcloth and let it gently run over her breasts, washing away the scent of the boys. “Did you enjoy that, Elise, letting the boys suck on your titties?” He teased her, seeing the shame return to her face. He cupped one of her breasts, gently raising the globe, the nipple hard. He blew on it, his hot breath running over the wet tip, and saw her shudder again. He moved closer, his lips touching the pink nipple. A moan escaped from Elise's lips as he let his tongue lightly dash over the raw, swollen tip. It circle the areola, feeling tiny goose bumps appear on it. Her back arched, sticking her tit out farther. “Such a good girl, Elise. Stick your tit in my mouth, and I will suck it for you. You'd like that wouldn't you, Elise? You'd like me to suck your nipple."
God, how could he tease her so much, his hot breath on her wet nipples sending shivers up her spine? When his tongue moved around the tip she thought she would cum in her panties, the feeling so intense. She looked over, and saw the boys staring at Miguel sucking her breast. Elise finally relented, shoving her breast boldly into his mouth until she felt his lips close behind the nipple. She felt his hot breath on it, then his tongue began to flutter on her nipple. It snapped back and forth over the rubbery flesh, his teeth nipping at the base of her nipple, trapping it for his tongue to continue its ministration. If only he would touch her down there, between her legs. He moved to the other breast, his tongue and lips continuing the assault, his hand rubbing over the other nipple, keeping it hard and erect. Suddenly he stopped, pulling his head away, his hands gently cupping her globes again, pressing them up.
She was so aroused and he had stopped before giving her the relief she so desperately needed. Why was he doing this to her? What was to have been a search had changed, and she wasn't sure what he was doing now. She became angry, not just with him, but also at herself for letting this happen. “Why are you doing this to me?"
"Do you want me to show you why, Elise? Miguel quickly shot back, waiting for her response.
"Yes, tell me. Why are you doing this to me?"
He released her breasts, his hands moving down her waist to stop at the top of her panties. He slid one hand in the top, sliding it over her bush, pleased to feel it was full, not trimmed like most young girls. A natural blonde, pulling her panties out so he could see the bushy blonde hair. “Spread your legs apart and I will show you,” he ordered her, his hand moving lower until he cupped her vulva, his palm filled with her puffy labia.
She almost came when he touched her lips down there. His hand felt so hot, as his fingers curled up and clutched her sex. She let her legs part, not sure why, only because he ordered her to. She felt two fingers search between her lips until they pressed in deeper, her labia parting. She knew why he did this.
Miguel let his fingers rub up and down her slit, feeling her juices soak his fingers before he pulled them out of her panties, letting the silky material snap loudly against her stomach. He looked at his fingers, both glistening in her juices. He pushed them toward her mouth. “Taste them. That is why I am doing it. Because you want me to. You get aroused when I force you, and if you are a good girl, I will let you cum before you go. Would you like that, Elise, would you like me to masturbate you in front of the privates and let them see you cum all over my fingers? Now lick my fingers and see how good you taste.” He slipped his fingers into her partly opened lips, and her mouth closed over the two digits. Her tongue instantly lapped at them, licking the juices off them. The privates watched in awe as Elise licked the Captains fingers, licking her own juices.
He was right, she was aroused by the power he had over her, the power to force her to do whatever he required. She didn't even care if the others saw her cumming for Miguel, as long as she was allowed to cum.
"But first we have some unfinished business. Lie on the desk. On your back, Elise.” He watched as she obeyed, her legs drawn up, her thighs tightly together. “Raise up your ass Elise so I can slip those lovely panties off you. I'm sure you want to show us that lovely naked pussy."
She raised up, not sure why, feeling the last article of clothing slide from her body, submitting to the forced stripping, while the young privates watched as her sex was exposed. She felt Miguel's strong hands on her inner thighs, pushing outward, her legs slowly spreading out wide again. The position gave Miguel complete access to her sex, her labia pulled back, the pink insides of her virgin pussy exposed for the entire world to see.
"You can see how wet she is already,” Miguel talking to the two young privates, their eyes gawking at the naked girl spread so submissively before them. “Let's make sure she is a virgin.” Moving between her legs, his fingers pulled her lips farther apart, one finger pushing hard against her vagina. Even with only one finger, she was tight, her walls grasping at the unfamiliar flesh inside her.
She gasped when she felt the strangeness of a finger inside her. She hadn't even done that herself, the vibrator her sister gave her was used only to arouse her clit. It felt strange, wondering how a cock would fit inside when even the finger fit so snugly. She looked at them, staring between her legs. Elise turned red when she realized how exposed and obscene she looked.
"Yes, a virgin, nothing that tight could have had a cock before, but no hymen. She is also very wet. It seems our little Elise likes our attention. Now turn over Elise, one last hole to inspect.
She looked at him, astonished he would even consider such a thing. Why did men have such a fascination with her anus? Bill, her mother's ex-boyfriend was always touching her back there. “No, not there,” but she already felt hands turning her over onto the desk, her breasts flattened into the cold wood of the desk, hands at her ankles, spreading them out to the corners, gripped tightly to prevent her from closing them. She co
uld feel the cool air room on her anus, knowing that with her legs spread like this, her cheeks were pulled back, exposing her. She put her head down on the desk, humiliation overcoming her. She would rather suffer the probing then see their faces as she fought to stop them.
"Relax, Elise, it's just my finger. Are you a virgin here also?” He put his finger in his mouth, wetting it and pressed it against her anus, the tiny wrinkled opening just a spot.
"No, I've never been sodomized,” she cried out in protest. “It's filthy that anyone would want to do such a thing."
"Nonsense, Elise, a girl's asshole is very tight, and fights a large cock shoved up it. The contractions are quite pleasurable and the tiny squeals elicited from the girl are quite exciting.” He pressed with his fingers, watching as her anus slowly stretched to accept his finger. “See how she opens like a flower,” his finger finally pushed in up to the first knuckle, her rectum fighting to push it out.
"Ehh,” she moaned in pain, remembering what Miguel said about the squeals, not wanting to encourage any further actions. It felt strange, his finger moving around inside her, rubbing her muscle, her anus beginning to spasm. Elise was unable to control the strange feeling that resulted from his probing. She didn't think she would experience such feelings coming from her anus. Any movement of his finger inside her, ignited strange tremors through her body.
"She is very tight, my finger barely able to get inside. She will have to be stretched first before she would be able to take a cock up her backside. Someone will be lucky enough to train her asshole to take a cock.” He pulled his finger from her asshole, slapping her hard on her ass cheek, her head shooting up in surprise. “You're free to go now, Elise. Keep it quiet about what happened in here or it will be your mother and sister who will be next. Get dressed. They are waiting for you."
Elise was glad it was over. Miguel and the two soldiers left, allowing her privacy to dress. She dressed quickly, wanting to put it behind her, but she did feel let down. The captain had told her he was going to make her cum. The thought of being masturbated so openly in front of the soldiers excited her. She felt unfulfilled. She left the room, and found her mother and sister having lunch, with no idea of what she had gone through.
"Hello, Elise, the nice Captain Miguel told us about all the questioning they had for you. He is such a gentleman. Sit down, have some lunch, the plane is still not fixed.” Lisa barely looked up from her lunch.
"How was it?” Christina asked, more in passing then interested. Elise's life was always too boring for her.
"Okay,” ashamed at what happened, not wanting to dwell on it. “How's the food?"
"Average for airport food, especially down here,” but she ate eagerly.
Elise ordered quickly. The three of them finished their meal when they heard the announcement. “Will the passengers on Flight 58 to Rio please proceed to Boarding Area C immediately. Flight 58 passengers to Boarding Area C."
"Let's go girls.” They rushed to the boarding area, only to find the other passengers sitting down, not boarding the plane as expected.
"Attention, please. The plane will not be fixed for two days,” the attendant stated, the loud groans of the passengers blocking her out. “The parts are being flown in and will be installed as soon as they arrive, but I'm afraid that it will take at least two days. Your fares will be refunded and for those that can extend their stays in Rio, the company will pick up your additional two days. While in Bocus Del Toro, the company will provide you with suitable accommodation and pick up your food expense.” The grumbling grew louder, some passengers pushing forward to see if they could get flights out.
"What are we going to do, Mom?” Christina asked, not wanting to stay here, preferring Rio.
"We are just going to make the best of it. I'm sure there are things to do here, just like in Rio. Same deal as before. We can all go our own way. I trust you girls to check in each day. Okay?"
"Yes, Mom,” Christina relented, not wanting to spoil the trip for her mother.
"Okay by me. It might be an interesting place.” It was already very interesting—if they only knew, Elise thought.
Lisa got in line to get hotel and food vouchers. When it was her turn, the attendant turned to her. “You are going to a different hotel than the others. It is more of a local hotel, not really for the tourists, but it is much better. The food and rooms are better and the guests are interesting, usually wealthy individuals who need short term accommodations. Someone must like you to get you into that hotel. Have an enjoyable time."
Christina was surprised as well, when Lisa told them of their good fortune. Elise smiled, suspecting something. “I'm going to the ladies room, I'll be right back.” Elise walking off, hoping to find what she was looking for. She got around the corner and there was, Captain Miguel. Elise smiled at him.
"Sorry, Senorita for your misfortune, but you did get a lovely hotel."
"Did you have something to do with that?"
"I couldn't bear to think of you spending two days with a hotel filled with babbling tourists. You and your family will enjoy the clientele at that hotel."
"You will find some clothes to wear tonight in your room. Put on only those I give you, nothing else. I will pick you up at seven. I don't like to wait."
He walked off before Elise could answer him. The thought of him so intimately examining her popped into her head. She must be crazy, going out with a strange man twice her age, a man who didn't take no for an answer, who had already forced her sexually. The thought of him made her desires run rampant, eager to further explore the side of herself that was beginning to emerge, the side Miguel seemed to know how to bring out. She knew she would go with him tonight. She would be ready at seven, her pussy wet with the thoughts of what he might do to her.
* * * *
They went to the hotel by taxi. As evening approached, the humidity remained high. The taxi stopped in front of the hotel, a quaint building on the quieter side of town. The inside was impressive, the furnishings expensive and luxurious. There was a fancy restaurant on the other side of the lobby. A small bar nestled in the corner, was already inhabited by a large group of people. Dinner was a late affair in this part of the word. Drinks and appetizers allowing people the time to socialize. Most of the patrons of the bar were impeccably dressed older men, with just a splattering of young men, a small bevy of girls keeping them company.
They checked in, and the clerk smiled at the pretty Americans. “Good evening Señora, welcome to Casa del Placerto."
Lisa looked at him, puzzled, “I don't understand Spanish,” smiling, the clerk rather charming.
"I am sorry Señora; I just welcomed you and your lovely daughters. It is not very often we get such beautiful American women at our hotel. It is usually occupied by the locals. I'm sure our guests will enjoy the change. You must have a drink in our bar before you go up to your room. Our guests are very friendly, especially to such a lovely woman as you are. I will have the Bell Captain take your bags and escort your lovely daughters to your rooms. You will have two rooms, one for you and one for your daughters. I hope your stay will be enjoyable."
Lisa turned to Christina and Elise, “You don't mind if I have a drink in the bar, do you girls?"
Christina looked over at the bar, seeing a group of young men her age. “Can I join you, Mother?” Christina asked boldly. “After all, there is no drinking age here, and you did say we could make our own decisions."
"I can take care of the rooms,” Elise chimed in, hoping to get some time alone without Christina, wanting so badly to masturbate. Captain Miguel had left her unfulfilled.
"Well, my daughters seem to have grown up.” Lisa looking over at the bar, and seeing the younger boys inside, knew Christina would like to meet some of them. With her looks and personality, she would have no trouble. “Of course you may, you're also welcome Elise."
"No, that's okay, I have some things to do. I am going to go out and see what the town has to offer, don't worry if I'm
not in the room when you return. Have fun.” Elise laughed nervously, hoping no one would catch her uneasiness about her date with Miguel at seven.
Lisa was a little disappointed, figuring Elise would be going out to check out the sights and cultural aspects of the town. Elise wasn't as vivacious as her sister. “Have fun, we'll see you later. Just remember the rules, always leave a message so I know you're safe.” She expected Elise would be in bed early.
Elise watched them walk over to the bar, and saw most of the men were looking up. It seemed the clerk had already alerted them of the Americans. She went up to the room, the bell captain carrying the bags. She tipped him, then he smiled and left her, alone. She opened the package Miguel had left in the room, a large box and a small bag. In the box was a lovely black dress, holding it up she saw it would fit her perfectly. It should, Miguel having seen and felt her body so intimately, he would easily know her size. There was no bra, none was needed, the dress would afford a wide expanse of cleavage. The strange part was no panties. Elise searched the box and bag, but found none. The bag contained a pair of three inch heels and a lovely pair of black nylons with matching garter belt. She had seen a garter belt before, but had never owned one. It took her a minute to figure it out. It would be very sexy, her pussy already wet.
She quickly stripped off her clothes, wishing she had the nerve to bring the vibrator Christina had given her, but too afraid of customs. She now regretted it. Having been strip searched, the intimate body cavity search was far more humiliating then having someone finding a vibrator in her luggage. She lay on the bed and spreading her legs. Her hands found her slit as she closed her eyes and thought of what Miguel had subjected her to in the room, forcing her to strip in front of the soldiers. It didn't take her long to cum. Her fingers were soaked with her juices as her mind drifted to what would happen when Miguel picked her up at seven.