Chapter 11
Why wasn't she screaming, writhing in agony? She was too beautiful, too stunning to be some kind of perverted kook. Yet, she was acting like a real slut.
Helga's oiled white body glistened in the flood lights while The General and Manuel punished her with poking fingers and prying hands as they stuck their fingers up into her pussy... sometimes both at once, and fucked her hard, jabbing into her tender pussy flesh. Helga wriggled on the floor like some belly dancer gone mad with lust. The men's hands didn't miss an inch of her young body as they stroked over her oiled flesh. It was a wild pagan scene unmatched by the deepest of jungle tribes; only feathers and war paint was missing.
The men's muscle-rippling brown bodies were sweating profusely under the hot lights. Finally The General got a firm grip on his gringa prisoner's slippery waist and crouched over and he said in a voice that could kill: "I'm going to fuck you now, Señorita!"
The crowd roared, returning a barrage of obscenities.
The vulgar language only spurned Helga on to greater heights of degraded passion. Her ripe young oiled gringa body trembled and she spread her legs wider still, returning his threats with an open invitation to do just that. Helga shuddered with an unholy desire.
The General's two hundred and five pounds of firm, well-used muscle pushed down on top of her, slipping and sliding off, crushing her voluptuous white breasts. His throbbing brown cock still jerking from the delicious sucking she had given him, he positioned it between her hips like a freshly cut tree stump. Men and women crouched low around the slightly upraised stage to get a better look at the fucking. The General's men had heard stories about their superior's virility, and now he was showing them for the first time those stories were completely true. How could she possible take all that?
Everyone sucked in his breath as The General's purple-mushroom headed penis slipped easily into the girl's well lubricated, highly aroused cunt and shoved with an obscene, wet, slushing sound that smacked of sadism. They sighed in relief as her pink cuntal opening spread wide and her golden-hair-fringed pussy lips clutched involuntarily around the thick brown shaft as it sank out of sight like a sinking ship into her tautly rippling belly. Ahhh! She did it!
This is what they had been waiting for!
Couples, unwilling, but never-the-less highly-stimulated gringa prisoners, together with their Mexican prison-guard captors, snuggled together like lovers. The men boldly slid down the American girl's panties to their knees, forcing the subjugated young females to reach delicate white fingers into gaping zipper holes to fondle thickening brown cocks as they watched the defilement of the blonde Gringa.
The General and his prisoner began to move in savage harmony against each other. The General's bulging biceps rippled as he held the slippery naked white girl beneath him and fucked in and out of her wetly clasping pink cunt with a brutal force. His dark balls slapped wetly against her oiled white buttocks and Helga's tight little pink pussy, ravaged-but-fulfilled, rolled inward with each of his vicious, stabbing thrusts. Each time he pulled out to the blackened tip of his lust swollen cock head, the girl's delicate, coral cuntal lips clung to the dark thick shaft like a rubber glove reluctantly pulled from a surgeon's hand.
The General fought to hold onto her slippery white body while the hands of a dozen military men reached out to grab a pale white leg, a cream-white breast, or a delicate tuft of pubic curls of their respective gringa partners.
And meanwhile... Helga was fucking the Mexican General back to save her life! Her hips gyrated and pumped as if on ball bearings and she bucked and undulated with a total disregard for her dignity or chaste, Christian upbringing. Who was fucking who was only a guess. Her mouth gaped open like a beached fish and deep animal moans of pure wanton pleasure rumbled from her throat as her head thrashed from side to side, whipping her blonde hair about her sweating red face. When she did open her eyes, they were glassed over and a distant, unfocused, uncaring look lingered there.
The heat in the room was stifling and uniforms and dresses were shed like leaves in autumn. Their faces streamed with sweat, and their eyes narrowed to slits as they watched the most unbelievable fucking they had witnessed at The General's infamous Annual Military Balls. An orgy was but a few strokes away.
"Roll over now, Señorita!" It was Manuel, impatient for revenge.
Helga, lost in her wild lust, her slim waist bucking as her plump, pale hips rolled and humped up to take all of The General's hard brown cock, didn't even hear him.
"General I have an idea. Roll the Señorita over."
They managed to roll her over, while The General continued punching into her tender pink cunt as if trying to bludgeon her to death. They rolled completely over until Helga was fully on top of his hirsute body. It was a relief having his heavy weight off of her, for she could breathe more easily now and she did just that, taking a few deep lungfuls and resting for a moment, concentrating on the hotly throbbing cock buried deep in her velvety cunt. Then she leaned down, taking some of the weight with her arms and allowing the red nipples of her oiled, ripely swaying white breasts to brush back and forth over his dark, hairy chest.
The General looked into the face of his broken and helplessly lost American prisoner and smirked lecherously. He ground his teeth with frenzied lust.
Helga deliberately pleasured him by clenching and unclenching her brutalized cuntal muscles, submissively squeezing his conquering brown cock, milking it to give her captor added enjoyment as he abused her oily passage. Then slowly, she tightened her meaty white buttocks and rocked back and forth over him, wringing groans from his rumbling chest.
The audience stared fixedly at the gringa prisoner's oil-glistening white buttocks only a scant reach away, shining like two pale full moons in May.
Suddenly all eyes were on the narcotics officer from Nuevo Laredo now crouching by the writhing couple, a cruel, depraved look in his dark moody eyes as he held in his pumping hand his angrily throbbing neglected black cock. Would the General's underling be so audacious as to preempt The General's fucking of this luscious Gringa? Everyone waited to see.
One panting red-haired female prisoner in the audience, half naked in the darkness with a Lieutenant lewdly fondling her quivering white-freckled breasts, moaned; "Ohhh, no!" She was the first to realize Manuel's intentions.
Helga was slowly spreading her oil-sheened thighs wider until she had to bend her knees to ward off cramps. She paused, a moment of depraved ecstasy as she exposed her nakedly rounded white buttocks to a room full of strangers. Murmurs—low, lewd, intent— were heard around the room, most in Spanish. "Look at that... look at that juicy pink cunt! The little white whore! She looks like she's ready to explode!"
Helga was. All eyes were glued to Helga's naked ass-cheeks as they slowly spread apart, revealing the tightly puckered entrance to her anus buried deeply and snugly in the fleshy crevice between her cream-white ass-cheeks. Her alabaster buttocks undulated and rolled tantalizingly as they moved up and down, pumping over The General's pole-like brown cock, now covered with slippery sheen of cunt-oil and buried deep up in Helga's gorgeous Anglo belly. Everyone could see how his lust-thickened hardness spread the parting lips of her little pink pussy so wide they almost folded back on themselves, reveling inside the coral-pink softness of her naked pussy.
The hapless farmer's daughter from North Dakota, completely subjugated by now to her Mexican captor's dominance, deliberately used her cuntal muscles to grip more of his brown cock. Her knees slithered slowly forward until they hugged the General's hairy armpits and her plump and quivering white ass cheeks rode high in the air, her buttoned pink anus winking invitingly at Manuel as she ground her cunt fiercely down on the stalk growing from the black hairy forest of The General's loins.
Manuel fell to his knees on all fours, slipping between the hairy widespread legs of his superior and the sleek paler ones of his prisoner until he was crouched over her upturned, oiled white ass.
Helga's sweat-soaked young body moved as if run on batteries; her full mouth hung open lewdly, her eyes were glazed with lust. It wasn't until she felt the hotly probing head of Manuel's cock pressing forcefully against her tender anus that she became aware that his threat was only one stroke away from reality.
Faces, wan with disbelief and anticipation, watched mesmerically, stunned by the audacity of the officer from Laredo. How would The General respond to this man sharing his pleasure?
Everyone sucked in his breath as Manuel held his thick jerking dark cock in one hand, guiding it to where it nudged against Helga's tightly clenched little pink anus. Helga's eyes sprang open as if on springs when she realized what was about to happen! She froze in her obscene humping position, too frightened to move away now for fear of displeasing The General who was grunting underneath her, reaching up to pinch at her puckered red nipples. She panicked. Her blonde head snapped around and her wide blue eyes starred blankly at the dark figures hovering up close to the stage. She tried to move but both men held her securely in place, their hard hands slipping slowly over her glistening white flesh. "Nooooooooooo! Ooooh! Oh! Nooooooooo!" It was a long lost wail that bubbled in her throat. The look in her fearful blue eyes was desperate. She was helpless... a poor American prisoner sandwiched in between two lustful, vengeful Mexican men and there was nothing she could do about it but hope to God they didn't kill her!
The silence in the suddenly-stilled room frightened her even more. The crowd watched, silently fondling and pawing at each other as Manuel used the thumb of his hand to spread her pale slippery ass cheeks apart.
The crowd's eyes fell on Helga who quivered with dread as Manuel's brown hands brutally wedged open her tightly clenched white buttocks, drawing them apart like a steaming Parker House roll. Tears suddenly rolled from her wide blue eyes and wet her blushing cheeks. The crowd hissed a gasp of anticipation as the Nuevo Laredo officer used his knobby brown middle finger to tease at her tiny rectal opening.
Every young American woman there knew it could just as easily be her up there being ravished and ripples of empathy charged through the female part of the audience... ineffectual though it was.
Sharply, Manuel rammed his oil-coated finger into her puckered anal hole, driving it to the first knobby knuckle joint. The plump round muscles of Helga's meaty white buttocks clenched automatically and her anal passage gripped defensively at his invading brown finger like a tiny, clenching fist. The pain was reflected in her twisted, tormented face and a low hoarse moan came from deep in her milky, bosomy chest.
"Pllllleeeez, noooo!"
Oh, Gawd, he wasn't kidding! He s really going to do it to me there... he's going to put it in my rectum! I'll die... I know I'll die!
Manuel's face was a study of sadism. As if in answer to her panic, he reamed and sawed in and out of the warm buttery depths of her rectum, ramming a second finger into her, causing the poor young American prisoner to groan dreadfully, her pretty, refined Anglo features twisted in pain and incredulity. Carelessly, he finger-fucked her like a madman, obscenely stretching the white girl's velvety nether passage in preparation for bigger things to follow. And that bigger thing was throbbing, dripping with pre-cum right now!
Helga closed her eyes and tried to be still, concentrating, trying not to think, only wishing this were over with. She could imagine seeing her ravaged, bleeding white body left on the stage once Manuel had finished with her. A woman couldn't live through such torture, could she?
Helga crouched on her stomach on top of the groaning General, her thighs spread wide, her knees tucked under. She was defenseless, impaled on the General's long hard brown cock that was throbbing like another heart deep in her cunt and she felt Manuel's thick worming fingers stabbing through her rectum. Tears scalded in her eyes and she found herself sobbing, like a baby, begging for mercy.
It did no good. Rather, her pleading and crying seemed only to make the situation worse. In the audience, relishing the ravishment of this luscious blonde prisoner, Major Jose Emanuel smirked and nibbled at the butt end of his cigar. Slowly, his fingers reached toward his forehead and traced the outline of the bandage covering his gash. The little gringa bitch deserves it! he thought sadistically. "Fuck her in the ass!" he screamed, standing up and breaking his own rules by causing a stir. He bellowed it again, this time waving his clenched fist in the air like a battle cry.
Manuel pulled his fingers from Helga's tight little anal button with a moist, sucking sound that reminded one of a champagne cork exploding. He aimed the lust bloated head of his aching brown cock directly at that cringing puckered hole and flexed his hips.
Again, with difficulty, his hands slipping in the smooth oil, he spread the squirming young woman's milky, meaty buttocks wide with his fingers, then slowly pressed the huge blackened head of his angrily pulsating penis directly at the cringing little mouth of her most secret part.
All eyes fell on Helga's pain-contorted face, saw her blue eyes gape as the brutally stiffened cock suddenly popped like a cock through her tightly resisting sphincter muscle.
"AAAGGGHHHAAA!!! GAAAWWWD!!!"
Every eye turned to her nakedly upraised buttocks as she froze, screaming. Every eye watched the grotesquely stretched hole give more, spreading, slipping like a tight glove over the probing tip of his thick, rampaging cock. Manuel grinned in triumph and thrust his hips heavily downward, burying half of the hardened fleshy pole into the soft velvety channel with one vicious thrust of his powerful hips.
Her groans choked back into her throat as, automatically, Helga fought for freedom from this agonizing assault, but her every move only served to impale her deeper because with each jerk and twist of her tortured body, Manuel's massive penis sunk that much deeper into her futilely resisting anal hole. Beneath her, the General grunted and rammed his penis into Helga's cunt until his cock smashed into her tender cervix, doing his sadistic best to pin her in place.
The room fell quiet as Manuel leaned over the defenselessly upthrust pale buttocks and fucked his bloated penis through the last remaining resistance... going deep up into her tight little rectum, right up to his sperm-bloated black balls.
They fell into a maniacal fury of fucking the blonde prisoner, buffeting her creamy body between them as if she were a sack of beans.
"AAAAGGGHAAA!"
The scream sluiced through the air, piercing the ears of every onlooker. Some of the more empathetic female prisoners in the crowd rose to their feet, wanting to help their sister in despair, but there was no stopping the sadistic men... and the threat of reprisal made them sink quickly back to their seats, only to feel the brown hands and dark fingers of their own Mexican partners lewdly invading their pink passages and fondling their milky breasts.
"OHHHH GOD!" Helga screamed piteously as she felt Manuel's hotly throbbing cock fucking deep up into her cunt from below, joining the other thick skewering penis stuck so deep in her rectum. She whimpered like a hurt puppy, both in the throb of pain and humiliation, sandwiched like a white whore between the hulkish Mexican men who treated her like the lowest common prostitute who'd ever walked the streets of Mexico.
Only that thin blood-fed membrane separated Manuel's plunging cock from the General's thundering one. Helga felt everything intensely as if looking through a magnifying glass. In and out they thrust in unison, pumping into her, punching into her hot belly and anus at the same time.
The scene in the hot darkened theatre was close to riotous. Couples were stripping naked. In the back, unseen by most, a muscular Mexican man sprawled naked in his seat while a young American prisoner crouched submissively between his dark legs and sucked his brown-skinned virility while he watched the blonde Gringa being fucked half to death on stage. Another American girl somewhere in the back hung over the edge of the chair, her alabaster buttocks waving in the air while her guard guided his thick fingers toward the hairy split of her pink cunt and played there. He held her by the hips as he slowly began fucking in and out of her seeping pussy, but his eyes were irrevocably focused on Helga on the stage, in the brightly lighted spot with the two sex-crazed officers.
Both Manuel and the General fell into a smooth rhythmic cadence that pounded the oil glistening body between them like the fists of an angry child punching a rag doll. Streams of cum—male and female spurt out onto the velvet covered chaises, drying in lewd puddles. More than one dress zipper was broken in a mad attempt to get the garment off and high-heeled shoes littered the floor like crumpled newspapers in a gutter. The sound of wet brown cocks ramming into wide-stretched pink genital openings like high powered drills slapped over the room and people sprawled on the floor as they watched the pink frayed edges of Helga's pussy flesh pulling out with the General's penis on the outstroke and disappeared back inside her cunt as he plunged again deep into her quivering little belly. But it was Manuel's thick cock pulling out of her backside, drawing the tight ridges of her tightly clenched anus with it, then wetly ramming back up into her until his cum-filled balls were wedged hard up into her softly yielding white buttocks, that everyone watched.
Something unexplainable happened to Helga. Perhaps it was the savage reality of being brutally fucked by two Mexican men at the same time that opened up the masochistic bent in her.
Couples stopped fucking and sucking to watch this miraculous transformation. A strange look came over the naked female prisoner's face and a low ecstatic moan trembled from her lips. Involuntarily, her oil gleaming buttocks began to undulate and from the pleased expressions on the men's faces, she obviously was clenching fist-like with her cuntal and anal muscles, milking them.
"Jesus Christ!" a man's heavily accented voice whispered. "She likes it!" These and other obscenities intensified the wild sensations charging through her belly. Winces of pain on her sweat-streaked young face were being replaced by rapturous moans. "Oh Gawd. Fuck it, fuck it... plleezz!" she grunted thickly to each thrust that bored into her anus and cunt. Indeed, the lurid words coming from one so innocent-looking and beautiful were doubly arousing. Everyone—including her fellow inmates—wanted to see this elegant white girl humiliated.
That included Jose Emanuel who, in the back of the room, zipped open his pants and drew out his aching cock. The gringa beetch theenks she is feelled now... huh? He charged to his feet, shedding his clothes as he went toward the stage. The room was going wild! Jose had to fight his way through the crowd of voyeurs cramped around the stage trying to get a better look at this incredible white woman. Hungry brown hands reached out to touch her oil slicked body, letting their hands dance over her pale breasts, her stomach, her navel... wherever they could touch her.
"Ahhhh! God, yes! I can feel your cocks fucking me! Splitting me open! Hurt meeee! Fuck me! FFFUUUCCCKKK MEEEE!" she coaxed them on.
They worked in unison, sweating and pounding into her body numbed to pain and open to pleasure.
Jose shoved aside a Lieutenant and jumped up on stage, his pants down to his knees, one shoe off. With a snarl, he ripped off the rest of his clothes and dropped to the side of Helga's thrashing head. He watched as the General fucked in and out of her cunt in a sadistic, punishing way and Manuel pumped his hips, slapping up against Helga's rectum. Helga was battered and jerked and pummeled and twitched about, her blonde head flying back and forth until her screams turned to moans and her mons to groans and, finally, to wild animal sounds of sheer delight as her body found the rhythm and she began moving in unison with their two men, building her lust and desire.
"That's it! Fuck the beetch!" Jose screamed in a queer falsetto as he yanked at his rock hard cock. He caught hold of Helga's thrashing head and held it viselike between his strong hands and, with his thumbs forced her parched lips open. Brutally, he guided his cock toward her lips and shoved the full nine inches into her mouth for her to suck on.
This was the final lewd thrill, the ultimate humiliation and debasement: Sucking the blood-bloated cock of her guard while the man who had arrested her and the one who determined whether she lived or died fucked into her brutally!
Jose began jerking his hips back and forth as Manuel and the General fucked and bucked, and Helga let her body ripple and undulate while she ovaled her lips and licked submissively at Jose's dripping penis, tasting the bittersweetness of his arousal. She sucked like a new vacuum cleaner, drawing the sperm from his testicles that beat against her chin, and she closed her glassy eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering over her cheekbones, flushed from her shameful arousal. She sucked hard as they beat into her from all directions.
The current created between the four pummeling bodies completed its circuit, and Jose was the first to scream his release. His body stiffened while he gritted his teeth and shot white-hot sperm into her mouth, bulging and hollowing her cheeks as she gulped and swallowed and sucked for more, her tongue twirling around the slitted end madly. When it deflated like a stuck balloon, she contented herself by licking the spattered cum from his hairy brown testicles.
The General was the next to cum, exploding his thick cum into her cunt with a wild roar that threatened to bring the roof down. Helga felt the tempo increase, and she was up in the heavens counting stars as her own searing sweet orgasm blinded her for a moment. She felt as though her insides were coming out when it hit and she let out a wild cry.
"Fuck meeee! Fuck my assss! Hurt meeee!"
Manuel was quick to comply. White hot pain coursed through the prisoner's rectum and mingled with her orgasm, making it wilder, sweeter, more intense and prolonged. It seemed as though she were falling through space, through an endless void of pleasure and pain as she saw Manuel's moustache twitch and heard his guttural animal yell. His cock swelled against the walls of her tender, ravished rectum and then began to pump hot oily cum into her, filling her up until it dribbled down between her tanned thighs.
A roar sounded in the room as everyone watched the blonde haired prisoner collapse and lose consciousness. Most unbelievable, Helga Anderson was still alive...