Chapter 13
The general was eager to get his rocks off now. He moved in quickly. Turning, he looked at the line-up of soldiers.
'Thank you, men, for getting her ass ready."
Crudely he reached out and gripped her breasts. He pinched the nipples roughly. His rigid cock slipped between her round ass cheeks. He shoved in hard, getting in all the way.
"Fuck," he panted as he pumped it up her ass. "Fuck."
With hard, deep strokes he continued slamming in. Debbie enjoyed the erotic sensation of his rigid cock riding her butt.
Twist it," he told her. 'Twist your ass around."
She twisted from side to side as the rigid, hard cock continued gliding into her.
"That's how it's done," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
She kept her tail twisting. She was enjoying it more every moment now.
"Ohhh," she groaned in delight as she felt the rigid, hard cock stabbing up her butt.
"Keep it going," he told her. "That's what I want. Now you're fucking. Come on, baby, fuck off."
With penetrating cock stabs he continued riding her butt. It was like riding a bucking bronco, for at this point Debbie was doing everything in her power to provide erotic excitement for the man who was jabbing it up her.
"Twist your hips," he told her emphatically. "Keep your ass grinding around."
She kept her hips swaying from side to side as the big penis plunged up her butt.
That's how it's done," he told her. "Now you're fucking. Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful. Fuck it."
With deep, hard jabs he continued slamming up her ass. Her buttocks twitched as she felt his rigid cock stimulating and pleasing her so much.
"Ohhh," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I want you to do. Come on. You've got a bitching ass, baby. Use it."
Figuring the general wanted her to do all the work, Debbie swung her hips smoothly. He loved the way she could gyrate her ass for him.
"You're a damned good fuck machine," the general panted as he went on shoving in her.
It didn't take long for his cock to unload. His balls were ready. As the hot, thick cum shot up her asshole, she twisted around.
"Ohhh," the general grunted as he finished rutting up her tight behind.
Pulling out now, he looked at her.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her, "you really know how to give a guy a good screw."
Slapping her ass cheeks, he told one soldier to reach up and unfasten her hands. She was grateful. Perhaps he would show her some decency.
However, she was wrong. He left her there.
The next day Debbie got a surprise. The general decided to bring her up to his quarters. But instead of releasing her, he locked her up in a bedroom. At least she could see something now. Glancing out the window, she observed the sugar cane fields. What a wonderful thing it would be if she could be out there harvesting the sugar cane. However, he sent a houseboy in. The houseboy had a large piece of sugar cane in his hand. He forced her to undress and then he slipped the sugar cane between her legs.
"I want to fuck you with the sugar cane," he smiled.
He got down around her ass crack and sucked on her asshole and fucked her with the sugar cane. Debbie tried her best to satisfy him. Maybe, she reasoned, he would help.
The boy shoved the sugar cane so far into her pussy it hurt her. It was a painful and torturous experience. The young houseboy continued tongue fucking her asshole as he went on slipping the sugar cane in her pussy. She twisted and turned on the bed, trying to enjoy it as best she could. Pretending she liked it, she begged him to screw her.
"Fuck me," she urged him on." Fuck me."
He kept on shoving the sugar cane deep into her pussy.
"Yes, yes," she panted passionately, "fuck. Fuck me.
The electric thrills that shot through her body carried her closer to climax.
"I want to be fucked," she whispered. "Fuck me. Fuck me."
The stimulating sensations that surged through her body carried her to a climax.
"Ohhh," she groaned, "fuck me. That's what I want. Ohhh, yes, yes."
The erotic vibrations that she experienced now had her ready to cum. The hot, young houseboy unzipped his fly and flipped his cock in her pussy hole. It didn't take him long to cum. He was almost juicing as he enjoyed fucking her with the sugar cane so much. She held him tightly now.
Once he had pulled out of her he left her alone. Debbie lay there, feeling sad and strange.
That evening the houseboy returned. He undressed quickly and got on top of her. He straddled her face and lowered his buttocks. When she observed that he was going to sit right on her face she reached up to clasp his round ass cheeks. She squeezed his buttocks and sucked on his asshole. He enjoyed this erotic sensation.
"Suck my ass," he told her. "Suck my ass."
With deep tongue stabs Debbie ate out his ass. And at the same time she could feel his sweaty balls swinging over her nose. When she'd finished giving him an ass suck, he let his balls slip in her mouth. At the same time she watched him gently stroking his cock. She knew that he was preparing to ride his thick prick in her mouth.
"Ohhh, eat me," the houseboy panted as he guided his manhood into her mouth.
As his thick prick shoved in her mouth, she sucked hungrily.
"Eat me," he begged her anxiously. "Suck me. Ohhh, I want it. Yes, yes."
The delicious, erotic pleasure that she felt now carried her to a climax. She was hot herself. The soldier bent over now and began eating her pussy while she sucked off his cock. In this sixty-nine position she had found great pleasure. She could reach up and clasp his bare ass cheeks. She liked to squeeze his ass cheeks as she ate his cock. And at the same time she enjoyed having his tongue flipping smoothly against her clit.
The houseboy sucked her dry.
That night, as if she hadn't had enough sex, the general came in. He wasn't able to give her anymore as he said he was too shot. But he was prepared to enjoy himself nevertheless.
A beautiful young girl with shiny black hair and dark brown eyes was offered to her. The two women were naked and rolled around the bed as the general watched.
The dark-eyed girl certainly did know how to make love. She donned a dildo and fucked Debbie up the asshole.
Debbie was becoming acclimated to all kinds of sex. She knew how to give her new-found love a good time, too.
"Fuck me," Debbie urged the girl on. "Fuck me."
The general was pleased to observe the two girls making it. Debbie reached down and gripped the other woman's body.
Once they had finished fucking, the general seemed satisfied and went to bed.
Debbie went back to her room now. She was just about asleep when the door suddenly opened. Her friend, Carla, from the brother was standing there.
Looking at her in amazement. Debbie shrugged.
"Carla, what are you doing here?" she demanded.
Carla smiled nervously.
"I've arranged for our escape," she told her.
"Escape?" Debbie asked anxiously. "What are you talking about?"
"I know how we can get out of here," she told her. "Listen to me. I've got it worked out with a fisherman. Come with me, baby. Grab your clothes and get dressed. But be quick about it."
Hope surged in Debbie's breast. She knew that now she had to act swiftly. She wasted no time. Getting dressed speedily, she joined Carla as they silently left the general's house.
Once they were outside, Carla had a taxi waiting for them. The taxi sped them to a small bus station on the outskirts of the city. While they were in the back seat of the taxi, Carla placed a wig on Debbie.
"This is as good a disguise as any," she told her. "Now just relax."
Debbie was grateful. She knew that there was hope at last.
When the taxi driver let them off at a remote bus station on the outskirts of Havana, Debbie felt safe at last.
It wasn't even dawn yet when they boarded the small, rickety bus.
"Where are we going?" Debbie asked nervously.
"Don't worry," Carla said reassuringly, placing her arm around her comfortingly. "I've figured everything out. We are going to get away from this hell hole."
A couple of hours later they pulled up to a small fishing village. Both women got out of the bus. Carla and Debbie walked hastily down the streets of the small village. Then they walked along the beach. Finally Carla found the fisherman's cottage that she was looking for.
There he was, a tall, dark-skinned man who had the leathery look of a fisherman.
"Michael," Carla introduced Debbie, "this is the other woman I was telling you about. If you can arrange our escape tonight, the money I promised you will be yours."
Michael's smoldering gaze met Debbie's beautiful young face.
"I want her, too, as part of the deal," he said, licking his lips in anticipation.
'That wasn't part of the deal," Carla said, getting angry.
It was obvious to Debbie that Carla did care for her. And she cared for her so much she hesitated to let Michael have his way with her.
"It's part of the deal now, Carla."
From the way that Michael was looking at Debbie, Carla realized she had to give in.
"All right," she agreed reluctantly.
It almost tore her apart inside to think of Debbie's body being loved by anyone but herself. She had gone to such great lengths to arrange for their escape.
They went into Michael's small sea-side cottage. All of the shades were pulled.
"I hope no one followed you here," Michael told her nervously. "I don't care to get killed over this escape of yours."
Carla tried to shrug it all off.
"Don't you worry. I have my tracks well covered. I have paid everyone off along the line. It's just lucky I have the money to do it."
They hadn't been there five minutes before Michael insisted on taking Debbie off to the bedroom by himself.
"All right," Carla agreed.
When the leathery fisherman got in the bedroom with the young American prisoner, he asked her point blank, "Why did they capture you?"
Debbie recited her story as best she could.
"I really don't know. I wrote something to my parents about what was going on here. Originally I came here to work in the sugar cane fields. But when they figured I was working for the underground against them, they locked me up."
Michael looked at her sadly.
"Some of my countrymen have gone crazy," he confessed. "It won't last forever. Someday Havana will be a beautiful city again."
The fisherman was slowly undressing. Debbie did what was expected of her. She undressed, too. Once Michael had stripped totally, he got on the bed. He lay there on his stomach.
"I like to have a body massage," he told her. "Use that oil over there to rub my back."
Debbie hoped that would be all that Michael would expect. She got the oil from the nearby end table. Pouring some of the oil into her hands she began gently massaging his firm, muscular back.
"Feel of me," he told her. "Down around my ass."
Just as she expected, he wanted more than a mere back rub. Debbie's hot hands began gripping his curving ass cheeks. She massaged his buttocks, caressing them dramatically. Michael parted his legs, letting her get right in there so she could feel of the back of his balls.
"Put some of that oil on your tits," he told her, "and swing your breasts over my butt."
Applying oil to her bosoms, she swung them right over his backside. This did get him ignited.
"Ohhh, yes," he told her, "this is what I would like. Come on, baby, love it."
She was getting more aroused now than ever.
Play with my ass," he told her. "Come on, baby, I want you to lick my asshole."
Debbie finished caressing his buttocks with her bosoms and bent over. She let her tongue slide between Michael's ass crack. This aroused and stimulated him. At the same time she used her finger tips to manipulate his testicles.
As her tongue pumped up his asshole, he wiggled on the bed excitedly.
"Oh, wow!" he told her. "That really feels fantastic. Suck my asshole. Suck my butt out."
The hot tongue stabs up Michael's asshole had his head spinning. His balls tensed. It wouldn't be much longer until he was ready to be sucked off.
As he looked over his shoulder and watched the willing way the young girl ate out his ass, he couldn't help but wish he had her all the time. Finally, his balls became so hot he had to roll over.
"Pull your tongue out," he told her.
Slowly Debbie eased her tongue from his rectum. She moved off him so he could roll over quickly. Grasping his rigid, long cock, he pressed it to her mouth. Debbie's lips opened wide. She let him place his male member in her mouth.
"Suck me," he begged.
He didn't have to beg Debbie long, for she enjoyed giving head. Her mouth moved up and down the length of his shiny shaft.
"Eat me," he cried anxiously. "Suck my prick off. Suck me."
Her mouth traveled the length of his cock. At the same time her fingers played around his balls.
"Manipulate me," he asked her anxiously. "Finger me. Ohhh, baby, that's how I want you to do it. Play with me."
She knew just how to expertly play with it. Her fingers continued flipping around his testicles. Her mouth moved smoothly up and down the length of his shiny, slippery shaft.
"Suck my cock off," he told her anxiously. "Suck me.
Debbie's head bobbed up and down as she ate him. Her finger continued gliding up his asshole. This got him more excited than ever.
"Eat me," he exclaimed feverishly. "Suck my prick off. Suck my cock off."
Debbie could feel the head of Michael's cock caressing the back of her throat.
"Eat it," he exclaimed eagerly. "Suck me off."
As his hot cock exploded, she gulped anxiously.
"Yes, yes," he panted as he came in her mouth.
Swallowing his cum load, she had pleased him.
When he pulled out his now limp cock, she rested her head on his thigh. She caressed his ass cheeks and massaged his balls.
Carla couldn't take it anymore. She finally burst in the bedroom.
"You've had long enough," she quipped.
Michael smiled at her jealousy.
"Maybe you two should make out now," he told her.
Carla shook her head.
"We're hungry," she complained. "We didn't dare stop anywhere. We thought they might try to trace us. I hope you've got something to eat."
Michael gave them some food a few moments later. He walked about the house naked and this bothered Carla. She didn't think it was very dignified.
Finally after they had spent all day there, they made their escape at night. Michael had radioed for a boat to take them to Miami.
Once they had gotten out on the sea, Carla felt sick. She was fearful they would never make it alive. She began lacerating Debbie.
"I'm doing all of this for you," she fumed.
Debbie was silent. She knew that Carla was nervous and fearful.
Finally they did find the small yacht. First Carla had to pay Michael. Michael thanked her as she boarded the yacht. The yacht-man immediately wanted his cut.
"How do I know you will take us to Miami?" she demanded.
The yacht-man was angry.
"You doubt my word?" he scowled at her.
Carla shook her head and tried to laugh it off.
Finally they did arrive in Miami and Debbie had found her freedom at last. She immediately phoned her parents. However, she got the shock of her life. For her mother told her the terrible events that had happened since she had been in prison.
"Your father got so depressed he committed suicide," her mother complained. "All because of you wanting to help those poor Cubans. I wish you had stayed at home and helped me with the washing instead of rushing off to Havana to help them cut sugar cane."
Debbie was crying and sobbing.
"Oh, honey, I need you," her mother told her.
"Yes, mom, yes," she replied.