Chapter 2
Moments later the chief dressed and ushered Debbie into a room he designated as the "truth room."
'The truth room?" she asked. "Why do you call it that?"
Smiling knowingly, the beady-eyed man explained, "Because we wring the truth out of the prisoners. That is why we call it the truth room. Pain helps the tongue speak the truth."
He brought out a naked young man. That is, naked except for his big, black boots.
"This is your duty to help the young lady," the chief explained. "Perhaps if you kick her a few times she will tell the truth."
It was obvious the sadistic young man who was assigned the task of being a one-man truth squad delighted in his duties. He immediately walked over to her and spat on her.
"Now tell the truth to the chief," he exclaimed, "and I won't be forced to kick you. You know what pain that will cause me."
His lips curled in a sadistic smile as he began kicking her.
"No, no," she cried anxiously, "don't do that. Please, please!"
Her cries brought no response. He was hell bent to do his thing.
"Now I'll beat you," he smiled as he began kicking her rear end.
"You can have her to fuck after you do your best to make her talk," the chief assured him.
The naked, young man nodded. His cock was getting hard. Debbie looked up at him and then she saw he had a belt in his hand. He brought the belt down with stinging resound over her back.
"Talk, damn it," he exclaimed, "Talk. Tell the truth. Help yourself."
She was writhing and twisting in pain and anguish. Debbie knew that she didn't dare say a word to object. It would only whet the appetite of the sadistic animal that was beating her up..
"Let me hear you," he exclaimed excitedly. "Let me hear you talk!"
She wept bitter tears as she controlled herself. But her tears were to no avail. For her captor delighted in her torture.
This'll teach you," he lashed out at her. 'This will teach you plenty."
He went on letting the whip sting across her ass cheeks.
"Kneel before me," he demanded.
As she went over to him, clutching at his black boots, she begged for mercy.
"Please, leave me alone," she pleaded. "I don't know anything. I have no secrets. I can't tell you lies."
Bringing the whip down with a resounding lash across her back, he laughed.
"If you can't tell me lies, why are you lying now?" he shrieked.
He continued lashing her until she was sobbing hysterically.
Now his cock was very hard. All of her cries only made him more stimulated.
"Now," he told her, "lick my boots."
She licked his dusty, black leather boots. He seemed to obtain a certain kind of erotic satisfaction from her tongue laps on his leather boots.
"Now lick my thighs," he smiled as he squatted down in front of her.
Debbie could see his gigantic cock aiming at her mouth. She licked his inner thighs. Then she brought her mouth right to his penis head.
"Suck my cock," he commanded.
Grasping his giant-sized cock, she licked and sucked on the tip of it. But that wasn't enough.
"Pull your mouth off my pecker," he ordered her, "and get down underneath me. Whip your tongue around my asshole."
She got down underneath him, letting her tongue slide back and forth across his balls. Finally she slid her tongue along his ass crack.
"Up my asshole," he told her.
Her tongue swung up his rectum.
"Ohhh," he groaned, "tongue fuck my butt."
Debbie's tongue swung into action. She plunged it right up his rectum rhythmically.
"Eat my ass," he demanded. "Suck my asshole."
Even though she hated him, she was forced to lick his hot, tight asshole. The cruel, vicious man who had beaten her unmercifully now demanded that she suck on his hot balls.
"Open your mouth and let me feed you my nuts," he insisted.
Opening her mouth she let him drop his balls inside. Her tongue gently caressed his testicles.
"Now," he whispered enticingly, "I'm gonna slip my prick in your mouth. You are going to suck my dick."
Grasping his huge cock she began licking nervously around the tip of it. "Eat me," he demanded.
Her mouth moved from the head of his shaft to the base. Her fingers swung to his ass crack. Letting one finger ride up his asshole pleased and stimulated him.
"I want you to swallow my load," he demanded as he gripped her head firmly, holding her there planted over his crotch. "Eat it," he panted as he jabbed it down her throat.
The chief jailer looked on approvingly.
"Very good," he told her. "You are giving him a great cock suck."
She continued sucking on his penis. Finally the hot, white cum exploded in her mouth.
"Swallow it," the man who had beaten her commanded.
Finishing him off, she collapsed in a heap.
"You should thank me," he told her.
Now the jailor left her alone with the guard. When the guard had her along, he began licking all over Debbie's body. She was amazed at what an expert tongue artist he was. He licked from one bosom now to the other. He made a gently licking, lapping trail down to her crotch. Grasping at her pussy lips and pulling them apart, he gazed at her moist, pink vagina. Flipping his tongue generously around inside of her now, he had her so stimulated she was pumping her pelvis back to meet his driving tongue stabs. He got right in there and ate her.
"Beautiful," she panted. "That's what we should be doing. You should be eating beaver, instead of whipping me. Ohhh, suck my box. Suck me."
Swinging her legs over his shoulders she urged him on. The delicious aroma of her crotch as well as the taste of her pussy juice, triggered his tongue into wild action. He kept it sliding in her sweet, juicy vagina until she came. Holding his lips suction cup tight over her pussy, he ate her.
"Eat me," she gasped. "Suck my pussy. Ohhh, suck me."
The delicious taste of her pussy had him trembling.
"Eat me," she groaned in delight. "Suck me."
When he had finished sucking her off, he was hard again. Now straddling her he guided his manhood into her mound. She thrilled to the sensation of his giant-sized cock stabbing into her. Once his penis was inserted, she reached up and gripped his shoulders. Perhaps, she calculated, if she could get him to really enjoy having sex with her, he would be more compassionate.
Her hands massaged from his shoulders down to his round, flexing ass cheeks.
"Fuck me," he told her. "Shove back. I want you to put some life back into it."
She pushed back. Her thighs embraced him. Her breath came fast now as she felt him jabbing in. Finally she massaged his ass cheeks. Anything she could do to help get him on her side, she knew she would do.
Realizing he might enjoy it if she massaged his prostate gland, she parted his buttocks. Slipping a finger up his asshole, she began finger fucking him. He enjoyed this erotic sensation and he told her so.
"Good," he grunted as he continued pounding his penis into her.
It was amazing how much energy he was pouring into his fuck. She loved watching him. His eyes glistened as his jaw hung slack. He was riding her to a juicy climax.
"Fuck me," she begged frantically, "fuck me."
Their bodies were sweating. Finally she felt herself juicing. Seconds later, the sadistic man who had whipped her got his rocks off, too. A surge of hot cum flooded her pussy.
"Yes, yes," she whispered, "fuck, fuck."
She thrilled to the delicious sensation of his jabbing cock stabbing in her.
When he pulled his penis out of her he was like a different man. He was cold and forceful.
"Maybe you'll talk now," he told her, "or you will have worse happen to you. I warn you."
He turned away now and naked walked out of the room. She was left alone at this point. The original prison guard who had brought her into the truth room returned. He looked at her lying there naked and fearful.
"Get up," he told her abruptly. "You cause me much trouble.
She got to her feet. She put on her prison rags and walked down the hall after the guard. She was led to her lonely, desolate cell. How she wished she'd never gotten involved in this orgy of hate and lust and vengeance. If only she had listened to some of her friends who had warned her and told her she was making a big mistake. But it was too late now.
Returning to her cell was a relief. At least she wouldn't be tortured or bothered. The guard brought her some water, for which she thanked him. He never said a word as he turned away.
The next morning Debbie's heart leapt with joy.
For there was a stunning-looking Cuban female guard bringing her breakfast.
"Maybe you could help me," she told the female guard. "I'm guilty of nothing."
The female guard smiled at her.
"I will try to, Debbie. My name is Irene. You can trust me."
She spoke in a strange way that had Debbie fearful. Nevertheless, she listened to her. "All right," she agreed."
After breakfast she was allowed a short period of free time.
"You are going to be assigned to me when you take your shower," Irene explained.
Debbie was ushered down to a private room where there was a shower. To her amazement, Irene undressed, too. The two women got in the shower together. Irene seemed to obtain great delight in letting the soap slide around her crotch. Before she knew what was happening, Irene was slipping the soap in her pussy.
Delighted, Debbie was surprised that it did feel good to have the soap sliding in her pussy hole. When Irene had finished there, she told her to turn around. She washed off her back and then slipped the soap between her ass cheeks.
Once they came out into the small room adjoining the shower, Irene strapped on a dildo.
"Stretch out over there," she said, pointing to a small massage table.
Nervously, the young prisoner got to the massage table.
"I.. . I'm not a lesbian," Debbie mumbled.
"You don't have to be," Irene told her
She lay there now and nervously noticed the other woman getting on top of her. Irene overpowered her as she pumped the plastic penis into her vagina.
Shoving back, she felt the penis gliding in her smoothly.
"Fuck," she exclaimed. "Fuck me. Ohhh, yes, fuck."
At this point in time the young girl was calculating that everyone who cared for her in the least might be a potential person to help her out of her predicament. Figuring that Irene would be delighted if she pretended she was excited, she put on quite an act. Wrapping her legs around her, she pumped her pelvis back to meet her driving dildo jabs.
"I love it," she exclaimed passionately. "Fuck me."
Reaching down she groped Irene's ass cheeks. Irene loved all of the attention. Finally she was juicing. Irene juiced seconds later.
Irene pressed her lips against Debbie's lips. Debbie opened her mouth. Irene's hot tongue found its way inside of her mouth.
When she finished Frenching her, she pulled away. She got up off her and then spread her legs wide. Crouching over her crotch, the bold female began licking the prisoner. Debbie let out small moans of pleasure, continuing her act.
"Ohhh," she groaned, "suck me. Eat me."
The passionate sensations she was experiencing now had her almost there.
"Yes, yes," she cried earnestly, "love me."
The delicious pleasure that rippled through her being now had her cuming.
"Ohhh," she gasped, as she juiced some more.
Irene lapped her up hungrily.
When she had finished sucking her, she demanded the same thing be done on her body.
"Lick my pussy," she panted anxiously.
The two women exchanged positions. It was difficult for Debbie to do what she had to at first. Closing her eyes so she could blot out the realization of the act she was performing, she let her tongue slide along Irene's vagina. Irene observed her eyes shut and didn't like it.
"Open your eyes so you can see how beautiful it is to eat pussy," she smiled.
Opening her eyes, she tried her best to do it. Irene gave her instructions.
"With your finger tips, love," she told her, "pull my pussy apart. Then you lick it. That's how."
Parting her vagina, she let her tongue slide along her slit. Suddenly she tongue fucked her.
Irene wrapped her legs lovingly around her.
"Eat it," she whispered. "Eat my pussy. Beaver's good, baby. Suck!"
She was doing what Irene had done to her. She let her tongue slide along her love button. Debbie licked the velvety vagina walls and could see how stimulated it got Irene. Irene was pumping now as if she was going to explode any moment.
"Suck," she panted. "Suck my pussy. Yes, baby, yes."
Lapping her up when she finally did cum in multiple climaxes, Debbie was discovering a whole new way of approaching the sex act.
When she pulled out, Irene told her gratefully, "You were very good at it. I don't think I will have to torture you."
This pleased her. For if there was anything Debbie deplored, it was pain.
"Why do you say such a dreadful thing?" she finally asked her boldly.
"I'll tell you why," she explained. "You are a danger to our country. I must pry your secrets loose some way."
It was amazing the transformation that swept over Irene's face as she looked at her now. Suddenly she was demanding, "Tell me. Tell me the truth."
When she couldn't find the words to answer, she felt the sting of Irene's hand across her cheek.
"Don't do a thing like this," Debbie begged her. "You're not evil and cruel."
Obviously brainwashed to do her duty, Irene answered, "I must do what I do. You have sent secrets to the enemy. That is why you must pay."
Realizing that she had better think of something quickly to quiet Irene's questioning mind, she explained, "I was just writing my parents. They're not spies."
Irene smiled with heavy sarcasm.
"Your parents would report it to someone else," she told her frankly. "Don't pretend with me. You will find it is better to tell the truth."
Once more the woman viciously slapped her. Reaching out finally she pinched her nipples until they hurt. Then lighting a cigarette she came over and pressed the cigarette butt against her left breast nipple.
'Tell!" she demanded. "Tell me what you know."
The girl wept now. For she knew that if she made up a lie and was later found out to be telling a lie, she would be in deeper trouble.
"You don't understand," Irene smiled. "You have no choice. You must talk now."
Irene was dreadful. All of a sudden she brought the burning cigarette close to Debbie's crotch.
"You wouldn't want me to burn your pussy, baby, would you?"
Frozen with fear, Debbie found it impossible to answer. She was motionless.
Her lips forming in a sarcastic smile, Irene's eyes glanced down at her pussy. The cigarette butt was coming closer and closer to her.
"I'll snuff my cigarette out in your pussy," she smiled.
Gulping nervously Debbie exclaimed, "My cunt's not an ashtray."
"It is for me, honey," Irene said as she actually placed the lit cigarette butt right on her vagina.
At this point Debbie leaped from her.
Now the two women were chasing each other around the small room. It was a terrible experience for Debbie. She was petrified of what the older woman would do to her.