Chapter 12
The price of freedom wore a heave price tag... a bill measured in human flesh and utter humiliation...
"How nice to see you, Señorita," the General greeted with a salacious smirk as his two guards escorted Helga, freshly bathed and dressed to his liking in a short, simple cotton robe with a tie belt. The chair squeaked as he reached forward and undid the knot, letting the robe slip from her naked body. "Get to your knees..."
Helga quivered nakedly, shame and fear boiling in her blood. God, he was reducing her to a simple whore. "Mr. General... I... I..." she stammered, tremblingly.
The General lost patience with her hesitation. "On your knees white whore! You seem to forget who I am. I own you, Señorita. I can kill you like that!" He snapped his fingers and grinned lopsidedly, nodding to his guards, they watched as victoriously, the tall blonde Gringa dropped submissively to her knees in supplication before him, her nose grazing past the heavy erection jutting from the wiry patch of his loins. He pumped his brown-skinned penis before her gaping blue eyes until a tiny pearl of pre-cum, no bigger than a tear, dribbled lewdly from the tip to pool on her pouting lips.
"Nooooo..." whimpered Helga, fraught with self-pity. "Oh God!"
The General entangled his brown fingers in her soft blonde hair and wrenched her head back, pressing his thumb under the soft tissue of her chin and wedging his pudgy index finger into her mouth. Helga let out a moan of pain and compliantly let her jaw relax. "Mmmmph!" He shoved his lust bloated cock between her swollen lips and sawed in and out.
"Suck, you little white bitch! Suck, you filthy white whore! From now on..." he grunted, flexing his hips so hard his cum-filled balls slapped against her dimpled chin. "...you will be my personal sex-mistress. When I want to fuck you in the ass, you will do so..."
"Mmmmffff... oh, noooo! But I'm not a whore...!" She whined and rocked on her haunches from his next punishing cock-stroke.
With Helga, already broken by this powerful man, reluctance was only a temporary condition. Knowing she could not resist him in any way, she began to pay him homage with her lips and tongue. Down on her knees, flooded with disgrace and shame, she kissed and licked at the tiny slit of his seeping penis to save her life and told herself she was letting him pinch and knead her tender white breasts for the same reason. Then, with his hot cum bulging out her cheeks and slithering down her hungry throat, she reached up to milk his hairy testicles and give them loving, caressing strokes. I've got to please him or he'll kill me... she told herself, ignoring his urging as he struggled to free his deflated cock from her still-nibbling mouth. Finally, he coaxed her to let go and with only a simple motion of his hand urging her over on her belly, she flipped submissively over on her stomach and raised her plump, pale buttocks in the air, reaching back with both hands to peel apart and separate the moist creamy clefts of her ass cheeks.
"Fuck me, my General..." she mewled. "Fuck me in the ass, my General. Make me cum!" Her cunt was a raging inferno of frustrated lust!
After several months, life became a never-ending nightmare of loveless lust, and blind obedience to her heartless captor, who relished humiliating his American slave. Helga became his sexual robot, his mechanical toy to wind up and abuse at his lustful whims...
She awoke one morning, studied her reflection in the mirror and read the signs of despair. To be stuck in the mountains with a madman acting out his sexual fantasies was worse than death.
Her father's wheat fields in North Dakota, raising their ripe heads to the August sun, rippling in tan seas as far as the eye could see... were they memories from a past life?
Loneliness fell in on her and in a desperate moment, she made herself sick by drinking three glasses of tap water, despite the strict health hazards warning printed in English above the sink.
They sent her to the Monterey hospital with a gut-wrenching case of amoebic poisoning.
In the hospital a particularly handsome young American doctor in residency took pity on her and helped smuggle her across the border... for a steep price.
The peso didn't buy much in those inflated times... even if she had them... so Helga Anderson paid him the way she knew best, with her young, nubile body.