Chapter 4
They dragged her back to cell number 5 and threw her face-down on the bunk mattress where her scalding tears soaked up the scratchy blanket, sopping right on through to the mattress. Helga whimpered pathetically, stopping only to slap at a fly or cockroach. When her tears ran dry, she relaxed a bit and stared blindly at the graffiti scrawled over the white washed wall below the barred window, streaked orange now by the dying afternoon sun. Helga was deeply concentrating on the jagged outline of a clenched fist drawn crudely over the rough wall, labeled with a: "Free American Prisoners" below... when she realized someone was speaking to her.
"I said... she's good isn't she?" Karen was speaking.
"Huh?" Helga raised her head and stroked her platinum hair back from her flushed cheeks. "What who..."
The mattress above Helga squeaked and Polly threw her legs over the side. "She's talking about that bitch Maria." Something in her voice echoed of disgust. "Knock on wood she hasn't touched me yet. I'd die if she did! Yuk!"
"You'd love it!" returned Karen nonchalantly.
"You make me sick! I've told them everything they want to know and I betcha I'm outta here in a week," blasted the green-eyed girl, tossing her curls.
"Yeah... I wouldn't get my hopes up, kid. These perverts want sex... not facts! Go ahead and use your mouth for blabbing and I'll use mine to suck my way out of this dump. See who gets back to California first..."
A little squabble ensued, but Helga remained reticently neutral, staring abysmally at the wall and wondering what would get her out of here... if anything. Suddenly, a thunderous clangor stung her ears and terrified, she raised her head to see a fat, greasy-faced woman missing two front teeth running a metal spoon over the bars, announcing dinner.
Polly jumped off of her bunk and reached out for the metal plate heaped high with an indescribably mound of what resembled a liquid version of the mess caked onto the cement floor of the questioning room. She whimpered: "Is this all I get to eat? I'm hungry... and I want an enchilada... even beans would be okay."
The warden snickered, shrugged her shoulders and from her cart picked up a cheesy plate of enchiladas, chili rellenos, rice and beans... with two hot tortillas on the side. She handed it to Karen.
"But... I..." stammered Polly.
Karen cast her green-eyed cellmate a haughty glance. "You use your tongue for eating up that slop and I'll use mine for eatin' up Maria, and we'll see who crosses that border first."
Helga hadn't the energy to eat. When the sun set the room cooled to a temperate degree and she slept, dreaming of cold milk, chocolate chip cookies and rippling wheat fields.
A fly buzzing around her ear woke Helga early the next morning, and though the sky had barely turned pink, she couldn't go back to sleep. She felt dirty, uncomfortable, hungry and very, very depressed.
With the first crow of the rooster, breakfast was served: A cup of muddy coffee and a pasty tasting dried breakfast roll. Tasting none of it, she gobbled it down, finishing off the last crumbs when Maria appeared in the same black dress, boots and perfidious grin. Instead of her whip, she carried a fluffy yellow towel and washcloth, and a bar of soap.
"Come weeth me, Señorita Helga. I run a nice hot bath for you...?"
Polly and Karen exchanged baffled glances and a knowing smirk crossed Karen's dimpled face. "Hmmm, our new cellmate is getting a bath... Guess we know where she stands... or lays!" Karen winked at Helga.
"Wh-what are you talking about?" defended Helga in a high, whiney voice, her metal cup rattling as she set it down on the tray. "Just be-because they offered me a bath doesn't mean I... I enjoyed what they did to me... how they... they ra-raped me!"
Karen tutted. "Sure, Helga..." She made an expansive gesture. "Look, kiddo, we're all human, might as well get off on it."
"You're disgusting!" spat Polly. "You have no pride, Karen!"
Maria lost her patience. "You Señorita shut up! I put you both in chains!"
They bathed her in bubble-bath before taking her to the questioning room for one last go-around.
"Wh-what do you want of me now?" whimpered Helga. "I can't tell you something I don't know!"
Manuel gave her a toothy grin, a slow, evil, menacing smile which sent shivers down the girl's perfumed back. Maria was standing in front of her now, working at the zipper of her dress, shrugging it over her shoulders and stepping free as the garment folded onto the floor. Immediately, Helga knew they were planning another sexual spectacle, once again with her body as the center attraction.
"I told you I was duped! I... I don't want any more sex with you people," she begged them sincerely, her blue eyes pleading jewels in her round Norwegian face. "Please... no more, okay?"
"Hhmpf... I thought the Señorita enjoyed our meeting yesterday. Deed not the Señorita cum.. certainly you deed not do that to make mee feel good." He touched his fingers to his chest emphatically.
He was mocking her cruelly and she knew it, and there was nothing she could do but sit there and take it. Helga drew a deep breath and began again.
"I—I'm only human... but it should be saved for people who love each other."
"Now, now, now..." tutted Manuel, crossing his arms over his chest and watching as Maria stripped the panties off, leaving only her stockings and black lace garter belt for modesty. "Een our country we love to see women enjoy each other. Lie down, Maria while our friend here with the bad memory takes off her dress."
At that moment, Helga wished to God she was guilty of the accused crime... at least then she could confess, cooperate and take the punishment. The psychological games they played with her now sizzled with sadism.
The submissive warden was visibly trembling with perverted lesbian emotion as she stretched languidly out on the mattress, waiting for the tall blonde to strip naked and join her in a brunch of lust.
With a withering glance, Helga noticed immediately that Maria's brown-oversized nipples were distended and rigid, and the woman's triangular shaped pussy was already moist. What kind of pervert did they take her for? Should she fight or would it be better to save herself the trouble and give in immediately? Maria arranged herself so that she was upside down next to Helga, and Manuel pushed the young blonde coed down on her side with the kick of his boot, so that Helga was looking directly at Maria's wetly gaping pussy lips.
"Perhaps thees weell help the Señorita's memory come back?"
Her head whirling with doubt and confusion, Helga felt Maria pushing her unresisting thighs apart, and her body jerked as the lesbian tongue speared lewdly into the sensitive inner flesh of her cunt. They had been all through this once before, and Helga knew precisely where it was going to take them. Despite the fact that it was a wicked, homosexual act—something that would make her mother weep for shame and make her father topple over in a heart attack—she knew control would flit away from her like a bird in the hand. These people—perhaps out of practice—had discovered a deeply buried masochistic streak in her, something hidden far beneath the surface of her consciousness which desperately needed to be tortured and hurt. And they were going to exploit that perversion to the fullest, changing her from a high-spirited young adventurer into a sordid sex slave who could turn on for men or women indiscriminately.
As Maria's hungry tongue tantalized her throbbing vaginal flesh, Helga looked at the moistly dilated pussy only a few inches from her face. The scent from Maria's body was warm and smelled of cheap perfume, and the lips of her cunt were swollen and visibly trembling with twisted sexual need. Watching the sensuous outlines of that darkly inviting pussy slit and knowing that Manuel would make her go through with it whether she begged or screamed, the girl bent slightly forward and ran her lips over the tiny pink button of Maria's clitoris and tasted the honeyed sweetness of the older woman's cunt.
"Aaaaahhhh!" The universal cry of pleasure hit Helga's ears as Maria paused long enough to express her gratitude for this obscene caress.
"Maria has been good to you, Señorita. You make her cum or I screw you een the ass!"
It was clear enough! Yesterday he had threatened to assault her virginal anus and the tone of his voice made it clear it was no idle threat. Certainly he was capable of it... so she hesitated no longer. If avoiding an invasion of her rectum meant performing oral sex with another woman... then suck she would! But that didn't mean she had to enjoy it.
Besides, the other woman's wetly glistening cunt was beginning to fascinate her. Biology classes at the University of North Dakota was the closest she'd come to a live human vagina, other than her own, and this was one lab session of very relevant information. Helga pushed her fingers exploringly into the rich dark pubic hair, caressing Maria's oversized clitoris. It felt warm and soft and she could hear the Mexican woman sigh with happiness every time she touched it. Getting her courage up, she pushed Maria's satiny thighs apart and pushed her blonde head in between her outstretched legs, running her tongue lewdly over the quivering pinkness of the throbbing vaginal lips. Then she clamped her lips firmly around the sexually-sensitive tip of her clitoris and began to suck, tasting the succulent flesh of another woman's cunt for the first time.
It was not as hard as she would have imagined, for Maria was furiously tongue-lashing her own widely dilated pussy, and the orgiastic scent emanating from the lesbian's body seemed to drive her higher and higher into a red mist of wild carnal excitement. She knew in some sane portion of her mind that they were getting through to her once again, that this surrender would make it that much harder for her to resist them in the future... but at this point the logic involved seemed to have changed. If they ordered her to eat a woman's cunt, she would eat cunt! Anything but anal sodomy!
She threw herself into the perversion, like a diver plunging into unknown waters, almost reveling in the wickedness and obscenity of what she was doing. Inching forward, she slid her long flickering tongue deeply into Maria's naked vagina, feeling the delicately trembling walls of the brunette's cuntal passage quivering with unnatural excitement. The taste was pungent but not unpleasant, and she began to suck and lick with all the power she could summon up, driving her tongue repeatedly into the lesbian's clasping cuntal opening and simultaneously brushing her lower lip over the pulsating organ of her clitoris.
From Manuel's point of view, both women had gone loco, and the man felt his penis beginning to resent confinement behind his uniform zipper. The Mexican policeman considered himself fortunate to have a warden such as Maria working for him— someone to do the bulwark of getting his prisoners helplessly and hopelessly aroused while he sat back and excited himself by watching. When the moment seemed right, he would move in with his ten-inch erection and finish the job. Helga would be ready any minute now, and Manuel marveled at the hot streak that fairly sizzled under the skin of these hot-blooded Gringas who said one thing and did quite another. And, of course, it took only a nod in Maria's direction to get her going; but the two of them were sucking and licking at each other as if they had been born Siamese twins in that position.
Maria was starting to quiver violently, and Manuel knew from experience that she was about to explode into one of her teeth chattering climaxes. Maria could cum faster and harder than any man he had ever seen, and sometimes Manuel found himself envying her for that reason. Sometimes he wondered who was the better policeperson, he or Maria. Everything turned her on from men to women to boys to girls, and of course there had been— that memorable experience with that German shepherd. The woman was a walking orgasm looking for a place to cum, and Manuel smiled with pleasure as he watched his companion's long slender body suddenly go rigid as the spasm swept over her.
"Mio Dios... mio Dios... mio Dios..." she murmured in her moment of ecstasy, reverting unconsciously to her native tongue. Manuel felt his iron-hard cock throbbing with avid desire, and he suddenly decided to give one last crack at getting a testimony from Helga. Her smooth, tempting buttocks waggled right in front of him, and he felt an overwhelming lecherous desire overtake him. Dammit, he would go ahead and take her right there in the rectum! Why should he hold back? She was his prisoner to do with as he pleased, and there was nothing in Mexican law that stated a policeman could not resort to sodomy... if it would solve the case.
The two women were still tongue-fucking each other like a pair of maniacs, but Manuel levered himself up next to Helga and ripped down his zipper to free his restlessly pulsing penis. The scarlet tip of his glans had bloated to an awesome size and he rammed it quickly between Helga's soft, warm buttocks, wanting to catch her off guard before she had a chance to offer any serious resistance. It was going to be tough enough fighting his way into that tight little asshole without having to arm wrestle with her at the same time. Manuel knew that this blue-eyed blonde feared anal impalement worse than death... and she would struggle.
Helga was trembling on the brink of a lesbian orgasm when she felt Manuel's warmly pulsating hardness slide lecherously between her ass-cheeks. The potential orgasm passed immediately as fear stuck its icy hand into her body. He was going to do it anyway! He had instructed her to make Maria cum, and she had accomplished that because the woman was still squirming and moaning her way through a soul-shattering orgasm. And now the bastard was going to double-cross her! God, she had to fight him!
Helga whirled on the bed, flailing out with her elbows and striking Manuel as hard as her tiny clenched fist could in the side of his neck. Foolish it was for her to believe she could fight him off, but her only hope was to struggle and make such a fuss he'd think it more trouble than it was worth. Nobody was going to fuck her virginal anus without a fight.
"No!!!" she screamed hysterically, raking her long fingernails through the hairy patch of his chest, leaving red streaks of oozing blood in its wake.
"Maria! Get her!" Manuel ordered, thrown temporarily off-balance by the sudden fury of Helga's attack and then a sudden dizziness. Still confused by this violent interruption of the sweetest orgasm she could ever recall, Maria slid off the bed onto the floor. Manuel rose unsteadily to his feet, confronting the outraged girl and tried to throw his heavy body on top of her, but she reacted with the brute Viking instinct of a cornered warrior, lashing out with one foot against the desire-tautened sac of his hairy balls.
"Ahhhhh!" he screamed in pain as the ball of her boot slammed into his unprotected genitals, doubling him over in a blasphemous groan of agony Manuel had been quite unprepared for this outburst of violence, but he had not climbed his way to the top of the law enforcement profession by being soft and surrendering to initial threats. With a grunt of rage, he intercepted Helga as she sprinted for the door, slamming her ruthlessly to the floor with one powerful sweep of his arms.
"Motherfucker!" he said distinctly as the girl writhed on the floor, by this point so far out of her mind that she would fight to the death. "Maria, get the handcuffs... we weell show thees Americano how we treat leettle beetches!" Then to Helga: "Too bad, my sweet, but you leave us no choice. Tomorrow you weel go to veeseet the General and he weell show you a lesson you weell never forget!"