Chapter 10
The curtains swooshed open onto two bronzed men standing naked on stage. A noise, a ripple of electrical current ran through the audience and whispers filtered through the crowd up on to the stage. The General and his recently favored officer from Nuevo Laredo paraded back and forth on the stage, showing off their well-equipped masculinity in a rare show of exhibitionism. For those who had attended these annual events in the past, the message was clear. The General was about to mete out punishment to one of his prisoners. Would he mutilate her? Or would he merely beat her to within an inch of her life?
No one knew who the unfortunate victim was... until the spotlight shone on the center stage, its beams bouncing off the smooth metal iron bedframe still spattered with speckles of Polly's blood. A noise, a groan of empathy rose from the crowd as an innocent looking young woman with shimmering blonde hair, actually white under the lights, sat on the bed. Clearly, she was nervous.
What had such a beautiful young thing done to infuriate the General? She was gorgeous, pure looking as the first daisy of spring.
Dizzily, Helga stood up, her body completely covered from the neck down to her toes in the silk robe. She smiled vacantly, drunkenly, her wetly parted lips laxly open as she stared off absentmindedly with glazed eyes as if concentrated on a thought... a remembrance.
Lieutenants and Colonels leaned over their tables for a closer look at his virginal blonde Gringa... before they closed in on her. She seemed too well bred, too beautiful to fall prey to The General's nasty temperament. A collective hushhhh rolled like London fog from the audience as the naked General advanced, his heavy feet thumping on the stage floor like an angry rabbit and his heavy cum-swollen balls swaying like half-inflated water balloons between the muscular thews of his heavy brown thighs. Manuel, always one step behind The General, followed, waiting for his cue.
As she turned to the side, the audience got a provocative peek at her body beneath. A gasp of awe rose from the crowd at the satiny flesh beneath, though they could not see the goosebumps of terror prickling over her naked skin as the bullish looking General, flanked by his lewdly grinning handle-bar mustached underling, stepped to her side.
Squeezing out a scalding tear, the horrified prisoner sucked in her breath as four hands fell upon her, ripping the silken gown from her naked white body, tearing it to shreds. The General snarled, wadded it up into a red ball, tossed it to the corner and stood glaring at his prisoner, his beady lecherous black eyes boring over the naked flesh which to him had been a mere apparition on a television screen... taunting him with her wide-eyed beauty, mocking his authority by defying his rules. Now she would pay for that humiliation!
Intuition preempted inhibition, and Helga, sensing the sadistic lust flanking her naked body on both sides, remembered Manuel's evil threat. Oh, God, help me... but I have to please him! Hastily, her icy fingers crept down and tentatively felt for the half-bloated stem of The General's bulbous brown cock, dangling lewdly there in front of his dark hairy balls. Tentatively, she gave it a squeeze while her turquoise eyes squeezed out a tear. Slowly, she slipped his dark foreskin back, leaving the tip of his mushroom-shaped head naked and shiny-wet. It didn't feel cold and slimy as she thought it would, so when Manuel muttered a threatening note, Helga reached out and grabbed his penis, too.
Some of the weaker stomached men in the audience turned their heads, waiting for the screams, the chains and whips to come out... waiting to see this poor young white thing down on all fours with whip marks slashed over her gringa body. The General had been known for sticking strange objects into American prisoner's pink vaginas... bottles, dildos the size of a fence post... and there was that time with the snake? What was he waiting for?
A half sigh, half groan ran through the audience and several couples began unsnapping pants and unzipping dresses, as they stared at the blonde on stage whose hands were slowly and rhythmically pleasing the General. Greedy eyes took in her voluptuous Scandinavian beauty... the proud melonous breasts with puffy pink nipples pointing upwards. Her rib cage and waist were slender and her hips full and womanly, moving as if they were made of warm liquid and promising fluid action. Her thighs were firm and full as a mythical Viking goddess and her shimmering blonde hair accentuated her tan lusciously.
The total impression was one of unmistakable angelic innocence and pleasure, untapped sensuality and ripe curiosity. Her stomach was flat and firm, and her pubic mound jutted out as if offering its treasures below to the first explorer. Hot, half-closed eyes concentrated on her pink pussy, on her two softly pouting coral cuntal lips velvety as a baby kitten.
Manuel ground his teeth, his pulse racing out of control at the sight of this nakedly voluptuous Gringa squeezing his brown cock.
"Señorita, you had better please the General, or there won't be enough left of you to even send back across the border," he said in a deceptively charming voice.
The General said nothing; he muttered something in Spanish and bending his knees a little, ground his hips in time to Helga's pumping fist. A single drop of pre-coital fluid dribbled from the tip of his cock and Helga gave his dark penis a tug and wiped the wetness on her naked thigh. The General groaned limply.
Self-preservation her motto, she obeyed when the General opened one puffy eyelid and glaring at her, commanded her to play with her cunt.
Immediately, Helga let go of the rigid stalk of male flesh on her right and, brushing her blonde hair from her blue eyes, she jutted her smooth hips out at the audience, giving them a peek at her pink pussy. Encouraged by the audience's hushed groan, she smiled lewdly as her free hand slid down over her belly and her fingers played in the forest of her golden pubic curls. The spotlights blinded her, hiding from her the audience's appreciative glares.
Changes she didn't understand were coming over her. Instead of fighting with all her strength to separate herself from the debasing humiliation of these lewd movements, she turned into a groaning mass of passion. She played over her wet cuntal lips like they were piano keys. Remembering how the masked girl had struck a tempting pose, Helga spread her feet wide apart and thrust out her hips; she clenched her dimpled buttocks tightly together, creating a shadowy indentation in her ass-cheeks. Her fingers unconsciously spread the swollen pink lips of her cunt apart, opening it like a fish's mouth. And all the while she played with the General's cock, squeezing and pumping, rubbing his pre-cum onto her thighs in glistening threads of lust.
"Squeeze it, gringa bitch! Squeeze it!" he muttered, reaching down to guide her hand to the tender spot underneath his cock where the vein gushed with hot blood, bloating his cock another inch.
A gasp rose from the crowd and some of the more blood-thirsty military men were getting impatient. Where were the whips?
A snarl of cruel contempt curled Manuel's upper lip. Protocol in this situation was a delicate matter, indeed. Of course the General would have first crack at the blonde gringa bitch... but when? Disgruntled, the Nuevo Laredo narcotics officer squinted through the flooding spot lights at his superior who stood purring like a pussy cat as his prisoner played with his cock... not bellowing and charging as he should. Holy Virgin Mother... the Gringa has heem under a spell... the General hee is notheeng fierce. Manuel took the offensive:
"Señorita, there are two of us here..." With that he seized her free wrists, wrenching it away from her pink wet pussy lips and he spun her around, tearing her other hand from the General's genitals. The big man seemed confused for a moment, then fell into the action.
Four rough hands fell upon Helga's lightly tanned body, grabbing at her, forcing her down on all fours like a groveling animal. To keep her balance, she spread her legs wide, exposing her pale buttocks and the hair-lined split of her sweet little wet pussy. They fell on her at once, each seizing a creamy cheek of her ass and spreading it aside like so much white bread dough exposing the puckered little pinkish-brown button of her anus.
The audience murmured their appreciation and here and there a chanted "Fuck the Señorita!" rose like a war flag. Some yelled for blood. The girl was, after all, merely an American gringa, a prisoner... and a defiant one at that. No mercy should be shown a Gringa who had accepted the General's hospitality but refused the proper show of appreciation for Mexican cock! Amongst this begrudging lot was Jose Emanuel who sat at a back corner sipping wine and taking pain pills for his pounding head.
"Take it easy, Manuel. I want this to take a long time. The gringa bitch is gonna suffer..."
The abused prisoner was suddenly freed and she whirled around, frightened by their sudden pouncing attack. Drunkenly, she started to scamper off stage on all fours. They dragged her back by the hair and dumped her naked body directly under the spot light for all to see.
"Squeeze our cocks!" bellowed the General, growing impatient with the American's impudence. Automatically, Helga's little hands wrapped themselves around the loggish cocks, this time pulling the brown skin all the way back until the pair of mushroomed heads turned brilliant purple. They returned her gentle caresses with brutally, savage ones, pinching her pink, puffy nipples and gouging at her soft glowing flesh. Their hard hands got wilder and ran over her naked flesh, pulling and pinching and bruising her tender flesh as if trying to skin a fish.
Helga fell into a trance. Her eyelids fluttered and a pleased, dazed grin parted her wet lips as she stroked their iron-hard cocks with both hands while their dark fingers ran torturous paths over her slim rib cage, down over her naked belly, to probe in the jewel of her belly button... and straight down to the furry blonde thatch between her lithe legs. Oh, Gawd, when are they going to shove it in me?
Pliant as a rag doll, she bent one knee and lifted the leg slightly, her weight on her bare toes, giving the men a wide open crack to her dripping pussy. She grimaced half with pain, half with anticipated pleasure as the General's thick forefinger forced its way up into her wetly throbbing cunt and began to saw in and out of the lust dampened hole as if trying to cut her in half. His finger dripped with lubrication, thick and creamy as sour cream on an enchilada.
It should have pained Helga... she should have died of mortification... she should have been nauseated by these torturous foreign brown fingers probing her tender flesh... but she felt only delicious pleasure.
Everyone in the room fell silent... some with confusion. Why was the General pleasing a prisoner he would normally destroy?
The audience sucked in their breath in one long hiss as Helga jutted her pale hips forward and let them pump in time to the fingers sawing in and out of her seeping vagina. Her hands were still squeezing the two brown cocks and stroking them rhythmically as if letting go of them would mean death.
Manuel saw his chance! Grabbing her long blonde hair from behind, he pulled her head back, nearly snapping her spine. His moustache bearded her mouth like a giant cunt and he locked it there in a long wet kiss. Their hot tongues sparred, licking at each other as his big hands pawed at her naked breasts, leaving red streaks where his fingernails scraped her white flesh and raising blood in its path.
The room seemed to grow ten degrees hotter, humid, too, from the steam of lust rising from the stage. Everyone pressed closer to the stage to witness the ravishment of this innocent angel turned devil. Low animal moans rippled from the crowd and more than one delicate hand reached inside of unzipped pants to draw out a hard length of dark male flesh, comparing it to the one-eyed monster dangling between the General's legs. Nipples, like so many winking eyes, peeked out from gown bodices.
A thud sounded as Helga fell to the stage floor, a mass of quivering satiny white flesh. The finger was yanked from her sucking hole far up between her gorgeous legs as the General forced his prisoner down to her knees.
Actually, to force Helga was silly. Willingly, slowly, tantalizingly, she knelt on the floor between the two dark men, her blonde-white hair cascading from her head like a satin pillow. Still stroking their bludgeoning brown cocks, she gazed with hungry eyes at the General's erect, brutally steel-hard penis waggling in front of her face.
Please... them... I must please them... Three weeks ago, no man could have tempted her to do what she did now with relish! With an expression of lustful bliss, Helga pulled the General's pulsating cock down to her half open mouth and let her tongue flick out and lick at its hugely swollen head. Nobody needed whips to coax her into it. She did it not for love, but for simple fear and unwanted lust.
Opening her pouty lips wide, she slowly guided the hot shaft of dark male flesh into her greedy mouth as if it were her first food in days. Her full lips closed down around the blunted head and her cheeks hollowed and expanded in a lewd sucking motion. The General's long pulsating brown cock glistened with her saliva and shone in the overhead spotlight as the big man fucked brutally in and out of her mouth. With a lewd snarl, his hands reached down to tangle in her long platinum locks and hold her head steady as he began to jolt her with the force of his strokes.
Manuel, meanwhile, contented himself with caressing her nakedly quivering white breasts as she sucked baby-like on the General's raging penis. The entertainment room was thick now with heady smoke and the musky scent of couples' rising passions.
On stage, Helga reluctantly pulled the General's lust-bloated penis from her mouth. She wanted to, but she couldn't suck two at once, could she? Her lips clung to the shiny flesh, her tongue licking its vein-heavy underside before she snapped her head around and opened her mouth wide to Manuel's long thickness. Her free hand groped behind her until she found the saliva-cum sticky length of the General's penis. She fondled its hot length as her mouth slid back and forth like an oil rig over the narcotic officer's male flesh with ecstatic intensity.
The two men were beside themselves with lust. To beat her would only break the spell and they crowded around her nakedly kneeling body, their hands roughly digging into her tender gringa flesh, massaging, caressing, pinching, poking. They seemed determined to touch every millimeter of her naked flesh, to leave their marks everywhere they could. As a final insult, they forced her to spread her mouth wide enough to allow both of their stabbing cocks into her mouth at once.
And the prisoner was loving it! Like a caged animal, she was irresponsible, reacting only out of self-preservation. Purging... strangely purging.
They held her head tilted back, holding her brutally in place by her long blonde hair as they stood side by side, fucking into her beautiful white face, punching at her. The audience went wild, but they knew better than to approach the stage... or the General's acid rancor would sour on them.
Her head was pinned back and her mouth wedged open grotesquely as both loggish brown penises crammed into her hot oral cavern. Wildly, insanely, she sucked at both of them, her hands reaching out to cup their big brown-skinned buttocks and pull them closer into her. Her hardened pink nipples rubbed against the wiry hair of their dark thighs, thrilling her to the bone with masochistic joy. Women gringa prisoners panted with disbelief and Mexican men gaped with open mouths at the sight of this voluptuous blonde haired gringa angel sinking to the true depths of depravity.
The white girl lay sprawled obscenely on the stage, her legs opening onto the lustful picture of her blonde, hair-fringed pussy with its glistening, dewed pink petals. A sexual heat was gripping everyone.
The General gritted his teeth in animal lust and Manuel's face showed the sadistic thrill of punishing this young Gringa for her insubordination. The General started to crawl up and down on his knees. and reaching under the nearby bed, he grabbed a bottle, unscrewed it and tipped the bottle above Helga's pale breasts, splashing her with oil. The big oily blobs dribbled over Helga's magnificent white breasts, poo1ing on her milky cleavage.
Grinning, he watched as Helga lewdly used her hands to smear the glistening oil all over her stomach while Manuel got into the action by rubbing it all along her curving thighs and buttocks. He devoted considerable attention to the deep, shadowy crevice between her ass-cheeks, his mustache twitching lewdly with anticipation.
Helga Anderson was lost in a private narcissistic world as she caressed herself, massaging in the oil. She tucked her chin in and bent her head as both hands tried hard to hold one slippery mound in place while her tongue licked at the nipple.
Helga was lost in a world of pure fantasy... none of this is real, she kept telling herself. Only the feeling is real.. only the feeling is real... for to think would be her undoing... her damning!