Chapter 7
Major Jose Emanuel slipped his arm through Helga's and escorted her through the dining room and down a hallway to a darkened room at the end. Half of the seats were already filled and the Major hastened to pick one perfectly situated center-front of the stage that dominated the room.
"W-What's going to happen?" the gold-spangled prisoner shuddered. "I don't want to stay here!"
"But you will and you must," ordered the Major, losing patience. "And don't be silly!"
Her wide-rounded, gold mounded hips and rear wriggled undulantly as Helga submissively followed the Major into the darkened chamber and sat down next to him on a low chaise. She heard a seam rip when she bent her knees to sit down, and the Major offered her an unconcealed smirk. The heady smell of his Sangria sweet breath on her naked neck caused far more fearful tremors in her young body than a silly ripped-loose seam! Oh, God, that look on his face... I can tell he's dying to get his hands on me!
Everything in the room was garishly ornate, from the heavy burgundy and gold velvet covering the walls to the mirrors on the ceiling. Nothing in North Dakota could match it!
Helga glanced around her to see how the other prisoners were coping with these sluttish clothes and military body guards. She gulped at the sight of a girl groaning in despair behind her, deep in the arms of her lewd, breast-groping Mexican captor while a girl to the right of her slumped down miserably in her seat, her blue eyes half closed, biting a full lower lip, while her guard rummaged boldly and crudely under her chiffon skirt with his hands.
Silent as cats, the servants came in and placed a pitcher of Sangria on each table, darting out again as the lights turned low and the spot-light shone in a single beam onto the stage.
Helga's hand grasped her glass as if trying to choke it, and a lump in her throat rose when the curtains parted onto a beautiful Mexican girl with raven hair swishing to her nipped in waist. From the tips of her brown peso-sized nipples, to her jeweled belly button, she was one mass of goosebumped satin flesh, covered only by a mask and a black velvet cape. Her long tapered legs peeked out from the fishnet stockings held up by a black lace garter belt suspended around her hips.
But it was the bullwhip in her hands that caused Helga to catch her breath. The girl flicked it, and all the female prisoners, hearing that familiar crack, sat up one inch taller.
The masked girl, sneered at her audience and slowly licked her lips with the tip of her velvety pink tongue; undulantly, she rolled her hips as if on ball bearings until the petals of her pink pussy were glistening with droplets of perspiration and perverted female excitement.
"Good evening, Gringa girls. My name is Rose and I welcome you here to the General's house. You probably wonder why you have been chosen to attend this affair... you lovely young American things... You are all dressed to his General's personal liking, eating his fine food, drinking his wine. But don't forget you are still his prisoners!"
A hush fell over the audience, interrupted by a wet sniffle, moan, and a pitiful whimper, silenced immediately by the fierce crack of the lash.
Rose curled her luscious upper lip, hands poised on one out-thrust hip, feet wide apart. "Now you will see how we treat our Gringa prisoners. Welcome to the Mexican Prison Nightmare...!"
Helga watched in terror as Rose turned on her heel, bent over and wriggled her nakedly round brown buttocks. Simultaneously, a gong thundered, setting everyone on the brink of their chairs, a higher beamed light pierced through the inky darkness of the stage to illuminate a bed. Rose snarled a roaring animal sound, twirling her whip in the air and brought it down to wrap around the iron bedposts like a coiled snake.
A scream shivered from the bed and a pale, naked young woman wriggled seductively there... a girl so tenderly young, so defenselessly close to the prime of her life.
Suddenly Helga clasped her glass as if teetering on the brink of insanity. "Eeeeiikkk!" Her hands flew to her mouth. "That's Polly!"
Major Emanuel clamped his hand over hers and ordered her to be silent as the show went on. Helga's heart burned in her chest as the masked girl sashayed across the stage, her big breasts jiggling like water-filled balloons. Again her evil whip hissed through the air and crackled above the bed where Polly cowered in real fear. The third crack of the lash bit across Polly's nakedly trembling stomach, leaving an angry red welt.
Helga's mouth went bone dry and her eyes squeezed out salty tears as she watched her cellmate press her legs together in a futile attempt to huddle away from Rose's whip and the shaming eyes of the audience. Helga screamed with the next lash that sizzled over Polly's snowy white thigh.
"Nooooo... noooo!" came Polly's familiar little-girl whimper from the stage. "Help me... somebody help me!" Helga closed her eyes, trying to shut out the hiss of the whip slapping over Polly's naked, whimpering little white body, and when she clapped her hands over her ears, Jose pulled them roughly away.
"Don't make a spectacle of yourself, little white whore, or you'll be next!" Opening one blue eye she watched her naked young companion's body squirm and wiggle like a worm cut in half by a spade. Polly's ripe little breasts jumped and quivered and with the next crack of the whip she screamed in agonized pain, her emerald eyes grey with fear as she lifted her head from the bed to stare at the red welt snaked across her arm and shoulder. Cowering, Polly pulled her knees up to her chest in a prenatal position and wept.
"Obey me!" Rose snarled.
Polly panted for breath, her lungs burning with fear, eyes clenched shut... reluctantly, she nodded her head quickly in acquiescence.
"Roll over on your back, Gringa!" The whip flicked through the air and snapped like a rifle shot over the bed.
Wasting no time, Polly rolled over on her back, thighs pressed together, eyes swollen shut with fear. The menacing whip bit at her legs this time, followed by the demand: "Spread your legs!"
Helga thought she might be sick. What kind of Medieval torture was this? Except for the screams and snaking whip, the room was stony silent... not totally out of empathy, however, as the girl spread her long, lithe legs, giving everyone a peek at the swollen velvety lips of her little pink cunt nestled in a wedge of brown pubic curls.
The military men in the audience sucked in their breath, in a collective hiss of lust while the female prisoners shuddered in fear... their collective conscience telling them it could be any one of them up there on the stage being humiliated and beaten.
Rose yanked off her mask, stomped on it, and kicked it toward the audience. This time the whip left a red welt on Polly's firm breasts, the tip wrapped around the rosebud of her nipple. "I said open them... open your legs wide! Knees up and open!"
Stifling her sobs, Polly obeyed, spreading her legs so far apart that the cords stood out like velvet ropes along her inner thighs. The whip hissed another warning over her pale body and she cringed and bent her knees upward. Then she lay unmoving, her naked breasts quivering like set jell-o, her legs doing an impossible split, while the tears streaming down her pain-twisted face smeared black smudges of mascara along her satin cheeks.
"You see our little Gringa loves to be treated like this!" Rose said sardonically. "Look at the Gringa's pink pussy... see how wet it is?"
Sure enough, one by one, pairs of frightened eyes faded to curious ones, and almost imperceptibly, everyone in the audience rose an inch or two off his seat and leaned forward for a better peek. A gasp emanated from the crowd as all eyes studied the erect pink clitoris-nub throbbing with excitement, the glistening dewy wetness in the delicate, splayed-open inner sex-lips.
"This is disgusting!" blasted Helga, glaring up into Jose's smirking face. "She's my friend... she doesn't deserve to be treated like this!"
Jose raised his thick eyebrows in answer to that charge. "You'll see..." was all he said.
Helga's brain refused to believe what her eyes saw. Nobody could get sexually aroused from being treated like an animal! Subconsciously, she blotted out her own experience with Maria... and the bittersweet orgasm of that lesbian coupling.
Rose flipped her black cape over her shoulder, giving the audience a healthy peek of her melonous breasts that jounced with her every wicked step. With a twisted smile she said: "Our prisoner will be forced to do many things for you tonight." Rose winked at her audience, then bent her knees, feet wide apart and tilted her pelvis up. With her blood- red lacquered fingertips, she spread apart the swollen petals of her own pussy... wide enough for everyone to see the oily marble of her clitoris, which she gave a few polishing strokes and a rub. "What you don't know..." she said throatily, tossing back her mane of raven hair, "...is that she likes it. That little innocent American bitch likes being whipped!"
A barely audible gasp—a mixture of sucked in breath and hot panting breathing—rippled through the dark room and the clink of crystal glasses hitting the marble table tops signaled that many were calming rapid pulses with a drink of Sangria.
"You may think we are merely torturing this young gringa girl... but remember, this is for your pleasure, too." Her grin was cold enough to freeze water. "Even though you are sitting in your seats, you are part of what goes on up here. Her humiliation is also for your pleasure."
The brilliant yellow light bathed Polly in an unearthly glow, her alabaster legs split wide as they would stretch, striped with red welts. Helga swallowed dryly, crying inside, hating the General and his camaraderie of perverts for debasing her cellmate like this... and she saw the puddle of pearly juices oozing from Polly's pink little pussy, dribbling down between her legs to dampen the sheet on the bed. Helga refused to believe the obvious.
Nobody was listening to Rose's wicked diatribe about pain and pleasure... so engrossed were they with the pretty American girl's haplessly seeping vagina and the total humiliation of her condition. Every girl in the room had more or less suffered some of the same degradation at the hands of the Mexican police... and seeing a fellow American prisoner nakedly getting excited served as a lurid reminder of that shameful defeat of their own psyche. Helga realized just that and she withered.
Rose cupped one milky breast and pulled its weight up to her mouth, then licked the pink puffy nipple until it puckered. "This is a play about life, little gringas..." she pinched and twisted her own dark nipples as she talked, "...about life in our Mexican prisons. You Gringas may think we Mexicans torture you, but we are actually giving you pleasure as well! This play is a way to give you, your..." and she hissed the word, "freedom!"
Helga sank back in her seat, withering, as if kicked in the stomach. What depths of perversion would these monsters leave untapped? After watching her innocent young cellmate being shamed to death, the answer was obvious... nothing! They would strip every American girl in the room of her decency and self respect before finally freeing them in the name of the law. In private, the ravishment of a lesbian was tolerable... well, almost acceptable... but to be humiliated in front of an audience was downright... perverted!
God, why am I getting excited at watching my cellmate being beaten? What's wrong with me? The blonde haired prisoner squirmed nervously against the cushions of the chaise and felt an electric tingle of sensation as a hard seam brushed against her vulva through the coarse lamé of her gown. God... I'm all... wet down there! she thought in self-deprecation, and somewhere in her mind she was wishing she could reach down and stick a finger up inside herself. Something about watching innocent Polly at the hands of a mad woman reminded her of Maria's convincing tactics and a hot itch snaked its way between her legs. She had to get some air or she would pass out! Her half empty glass of Sangria tumbled to the floor, spilling over her dress as she rose to her feet. Desperately, she darted for the aisle, away from the tangle of chairs and feet.
"Señorita, sit down!" hissed Jose, grabbing her arm, and giving it a twist, wrenched her back down into her seat. "You will be sorry."
Helga hid her head in her hands and sobbed, opening her blue orbs at a gasp rising from the audience. Separating her fingers, she stole a peek. A naked man ambled onto the stage. "Ohhhh," Helga sobbed, staring at the man's log-sized penis with a slit seeping with pre-coital juices dangling from the end.
Lord, it could bludgeon her to death! Right there before her eyes, close enough to touch it, his purple-veined cock pulsed, gushing with blood, growing. It pointed at the audience, and with another gush of blood, pointed at the ceiling.
The handsome young Mexican shot the audience a Cheshire grin, winked and stroked his penis with one meaty hand as he stood next to the bed and gazed down hungrily at the helpless young prisoner with her legs still spread wide. His heavily muscled back rippled with a thin coating of perspiration from the hot flood lights. Helga's eyes locked on the huge mushroom-headed cock and stared fixedly as he slowly stroked it to rock hardness, pulling the slippery foreskin back over the moist blue end until the tip flared out, scarlet red.
Helga jumped with the next lash of the whip. "On your knees, bitch!" the female torturer commanded. Polly scrambled to her knees whimpering like a puppy, rubbing the fine welt on her leg, looking up into the black eyes of the naked man who'd just stepped into her line of vision.
The sadistic woman watched with lecherous eyes as she rotated her pelvis at the crowd, bent her knees and ran a finger over the slit of her seeping vagina. Pumping her hips at pairs of gawking eyes, Rose rubbed her cuntal lips until they parted like rose petals, then stabbed one finger into the moistened slit, threw her head back in ecstasy and hissed, "Suck it, bitch. Suck his cock!" With an obscene sluicing sound, she rammed her finger up her pussy, giving it a few hammering strokes, then withdrew it and licked at the sticky-coated finger, her eyelashes fluttering over her cheeks.
On the bed Polly quelled for an instant, cringing, eyes wide. Rose snarled and cracked the whip again, causing Polly to arch her back in an ear-piercing scream. Her breasts jutted out, nipples puckered, as the whip cut across her back.
The naked man standing by the bed, twisted his lips cruelly and grabbed Polly by the hair so that she couldn't budge. The next crack of the whip drew blood to Polly's creamy flesh and her scream was cut off by a thick cock jamming into her mouth, nearly tearing her mouth at the corners. "Mmmmmffff!" she screamed around the hunk of meat in her mouth.
The sinews of the Mexican's arms stood out like telephone cords as he grabbed her ears and held her curly hair cruelly entangled around his finger as he brutishly pumped his hips forward, ramming his throbbing cock deep into the poor prisoner's widely stretched mouth.
Helga slumped in her seat, agonizing over her friend's brutal, mouth-splitting torture... and agonizing over the lack of anything in her own seeping pussy. Yes, despite her friend's humiliation and pain, her own itching vagina was moist with lust!
Obviously, Helga was not alone in her secret passion, for the rest of the audience leaned forward for a close-up of the fellow prisoner's face as the blood-fed cock violated her soft, warm mouth. The shaft of hard male flesh was moving in and out of her tightly ovaled mouth like some great piston gradually being lubricated and glistening wet from saliva.
Polly's eyes were swollen tight from humiliated tears and her pink stretched lips slid up and down the man's golden cock in a slow rhythm that matched the grinding of her slender hips. The man held her head in place, fingers wrapped in her brown curls and slowly, with sadistic pleasure, fucked her mouth. Then Polly opened her wild eyes and Helga nearly fainted! My God, Polly is enjoying this!
Helga sat forward in her chair, truly fascinated, as Polly's little hands reached out and caressed the man's straining thighs and fluttered them over the hard muscles, snaking gradually up to the wiry patch of his loins to cradle and caress his cum-bloated balls with one hand while the fingers of the other hand tried to grip around the thick cock. Her tiny fingers didn't quite make it all the way around, so she squeezed hard, trying to make her index finger meet thumb in an obscene measurement of his virility. Her tongue twirled around the bloated head of his cock, licking at the slit like a mother cat cleaning her kittens.
The room fell silent as a tomb while onlookers gazed with fascinated eyes and open mouths. Steam seemed to rise from the carpet in a cloud of passion as the rustling of evening gowns being pulled asunder and the occasional whine of a zipper announced the effects of Polly's ravishment on the Mexican prison guards.
On stage, Rose knelt by the man's naked loins and Polly's head while she fucked herself in the pussy with the handle of her bullwhip in time to Polly's rhythmic sucking. Polly sucked on the man's bone hard flesh as if it were food for a starving man; muffled moans of ecstatic delight rumbled from her wide open mouth as her cheeks hollowed to create a vacuum. Helga didn't think she could watch any more, when Polly's fingernails dug into the tightly clenched flesh of his buttocks, goading her ravisher on... coaxing him to cum.
As she sat completely engrossed in her cellmate's perverted pleasure on stage, Helga suddenly realized that she was breathing harder and her mouth felt very dry. As if reading her mind, Jose filled her Sangria glass from the pitcher and held it to her lips. Without thinking, she downed the liquid, attempting to cool some of the warmth the salacious images on stage was transmitting to her body.
Completely fascinated, Helga stared at Polly who, under the hands of her ravisher, seemed to be going mad as she sucked madly on the man's cock. Helga squirmed her hips down on the cushion again, not caring if Jose observed her movements. She could feel the wetness spreading between her thighs and she wriggled to gain greater contact with the cushion. The warm fabric rubbed excitingly against her tiny rising pink clitoris through the material of her dress.
With a sudden burst of shame, Helga stopped herself in mid-grind. How can I get excited by watching my friend being tortured? Still, she leaned back on the chaise, still careful not to break contact with the edge of the cushion pressed into the damp crevice between her fevered young thighs and found herself leaning into Jose's muscular arm. Too distraught to even think about what she was doing, she allowed herself to relax against it and again directed her attention to the figures on the stage. She barely noticed it when Jose's hand dropped down to the rising swell of her breast.
On stage, Rose laughed cruelly and sprawled her half naked body lewdly beside Polly on the bed, her hand massaging her sizzling cunt, spreading the coral-red lips wide open as she looked hungrily at the young captive's welted back. Particularly attentive was she of Polly's perfectly rounded buttocks pumping and churning rhythmically as she sucked on the Mexican's bloated cock.
The caped vixen grinned obscenely and reached out to caress Polly's sensuous ass-cheeks. This all looked too familiar to Helga who watched her young cellmate arch her back and thrust her buttocks out, widening a path to her puckered little anus. With a sadistic grunt, Rose spread the girl's ass-cheeks, exposing her swollen, wet pussy.
Helga felt a moan growing in her own throat as two thumbs moved downward and slowly pulled apart the wet flesh of Polly's glistening pink pussy. Rose winked at the audience and licked her lips and, with a sudden movement, her head shot forward and her tongue curled right up into Polly's defenseless cuntal hole!
The effect on Polly was nothing short of cataclysmic! She went wild, swallowing as much of the blue-veined cock as possible, sucking with a voracious appetite as her hips rolled and pumped against Rose's mouth. Rose slid further under Polly's churning buttocks, holding onto the girl's hips tightly while her tongue lashed and darted up into her seeping hole.
Helga stiffened as she saw one outstretched finger probe for the elastic ring of Polly's tiny anus and finding it, plunging brutally and wildly inside the hot, buttery depths.
The effect was all too real as Polly struggled to scream around the cock jammed in her mouth; her eyes were tightly shut against the pain of Rose's invading finger mercilessly rammed into her nether ring, twisting around. Deeper it went... up to the first knuckle... then the second, before sawing in and out to the rhythm of her red hot tongue fucking in the captive girl's clasping pussy. Rose's finger sunk clear to the palm of her hand as it fucked into Polly's rectum, matched now in brutality by the man's redoubled efforts to stuff all of his eleven inches past Polly's tonsils.
Helga's rampaging heart seemed to thump in time to Polly's double fucking, and bolts of unwanted lust coursed through, thrilling her in an unholy manner. She was so wet down there between her legs, she was sure it had stained her dress! The shock of her response to her friend's rape brought Helga back to reality and only Jose's tight grasping of her now tingling breasts kept her from leaping to her feet and running from the room. Helga was witnessing a reenactment of her own rape back there on the grimy floor of the Laredo prison and all this was simply too much to accept at once. She wanted to get away, but that was unthinkable!
A second glass of wine was held to her open, wet mouth by Jose, forcing past her panting lips, it shot down her throat and relaxed her body... but did nothing to ward off Jose's snaking fingers that had reached inside the bodice of her dress to cup the trembling, sensitive breast he had been fondling so intimately through her clothing. He trapped its already puckered nipple between his thumb and forefinger and she was amazed at how good it felt. Her nipples were already hard from the excitement. Just once, she thought, it would be thrilling to be treated like a whore without feeling any guilt. Just once would be enough... and that once was now! Helga struggled to maintain control of her breathing. Glassy-eyed, she gazed in abject fascination at the strange drama being enacted before her eyes.
Then she became aware that her cruel escort had dropped his free hand down on her dimpled knee, slipping it upwards toward the fullness of her bare upper thigh. Startled by the unexpected contact, she tried to squirm away, but Jose's other arm clamped tightly around her shoulders and she could only slide her damp buttocks a short ways on the seat. Even in her distress, the friction of the cushion and the moist silk of her panties against her feverishly excited young cunt sent flashes of electrifying sensations up her spine. The lecherous military man was lifting the hem of her slithery tight dress, sliding his hand along the naked flesh of her inner thighs. Helga uttered a low, helpless groan of despair as his other hand gave a sudden, vicious pinch to one distended nipple, sending a shock of exquisite pleasure shooting through her body. Her eyes remained glued on the lascivious, unnatural activities taking place on the stage as she clenched her teeth together... fighting with all her remaining strength to control the unwanted, but high state of passionate arousal that was threatening to devour her.
On stage, Rose pulled her finger and face free from Polly's violated little cunt and anus and sat up. A trickle of female juices trickled from her upper lip onto her chin and she wiped it off with her hand. Polly was beyond herself with lust now, her buttocks churning frantically trying to recapture the delicious tongue and wild finger in the wet centers of her passion. Obviously, new thrilling perverted delights were about to happen, for Rose pulled herself off the bed... one hunk of goosebumped aroused flesh.
The audience followed Rose's gaze to the curtain behind which a second naked, and equally brown-skinned Mexican man appeared, coolly appraising the efforts of the curly headed gringa girl as her pale buttocks twitched lecherously for attention. Though slightly shorter than the first man, this one had a penis to match the one fucking into Polly's pretty little mouth.
Face tight with passion, the second man crawled in behind the young American prisoner's alabaster buttocks. In one swift motion, he seized her nakedly grinding hips with strong dark hands and dug his fingers in hard to the soft white flesh, holding her cruelly in place.
Before Helga's awe-widened eyes, her innocent cellmate, who earlier had all but gotten sick at the thought of having another female touch her body, now arched her back, thrusting her hips and buttocks, rotating her pelvis, squirming and spreading her legs further apart. The jewel of her reddened clitoris seemed to wink at him in invitation.
With a viciously quick thrust, the man snapped his hips forward and slammed his aching cock into her seeping cunt hole with a loud smack. He fell into a fucking rhythmic beat, matching that of the purple veined cock ramming into Polly's stuffed mouth.
Helga's forehead beaded with sweat and she felt wetness covering her hot young body from her armpits to the crying slit of her pussy. On stage, Polly was sweating profusely too... glistening droplets that ran over her cream-white breasts made them seem to glow as they swayed deliciously beneath her bucking torso as the two men pounded and slammed into her with a brutal, bed-rocking force that nearly made Helga dizzy.
Poor Polly... she's being savagely raped and she's loving it. They must have drugged her! This can't be my cellmate Polly... it can't be!!!
Rose crawled on hands and knees back onto the bed, whip in hand; the smug grin on her evil face was purely sadistic. For the first time in minutes she spoke:
"Our prisoner is a prisoner only onto herself now... for she loves being whipped! Watch and realize what pain and pleasure is all about."
People nearly crawled onto the stage to get a better look as Rose toyed with the whip while casting evil glances down at the threesome on the bed, with Polly sandwiched in between being fucked in the cunt and mouth so hard, Helga swore those cocks had to meet somewhere in the middle! Rose's fingers trailed down over her naked stomach, over the lacey garter belt and down to her cunt to spread wide the dewed petals, showing the glistening coral hue of her soft cuntal walls.
The tip of one outstretched red-tipped finger played with her button-sized clitoris as she snapped the whip back. It hissed through the air like a striking snake, then cracked down around Polly's slender waist. The taste of the whip only drove Polly onto greater frenzy. She screwed her creamy buttocks up higher to take more of the dark bludgeoning cock slamming into her crying cunt from behind while gluttonously, her head bobbed, taking in another two inches of the penis before a regurgitating gagging slowed her enthusiasm.
Again the whip whistled, slapping down on the sweaty writhing white body of the once innocent young prisoner. The two brown-skinned Mexican males, mindlessly lost to an ancient lust brought on by the sight of the conquered white slave, so helpless before them, fucked the squirming gringa girl with no mercy. They ravaged the subjugated white flesh until the audience could literally hear their hard pelvic bones slap wetly and brutally against poor Polly's button nose and her soft fleshy thighs, smashing them with loud smacking sounds that filled the room.
The man fucking into her from behind, dug his dirty nails cruelly and tightly into the soft flesh of her white-mooned ass and fucked her until his dark balls slapped against the backs of her pale thighs. At her other ravished end, the man held Polly's head vise-like, by her hair, gripping so hard she couldn't move a single hair on her head without his approval. A muffled mewling, animal sound of passion gurgled from Polly's stuffed mouth even as she struggled to catch her breath. Polly was reduced to one quivering mass of aroused white flesh.
With a roar, the man in front let out a snarl and thrashed his head from side to side, head thrown back, eyes shut, mouth open. He fucked upward with all his might, thrusting so deep into her constricted throat that Polly rose two full inches off the mattress. He was cumming, shooting his scalding Mexican cum down her white throat to bathe her tonsils in sticky ball-fluid. Polly sucked and swallowed frantically, but despite her efforts, dribbles of sperm trickled down her chin and out of the corners of her impossibly stretched mouth.
Helga gasped as the man pulled his wildly jerking penis free from Polly's mouth that lingered in a desperate pucker, struggling to hold onto the hot dark pole of tantalizing brown flesh. He held her pale face in place as his whole body shuddered and tensed a second time. "Aaaaaaaaagghhhhaaaa!!!" he roared. His eyes closed tightly as his second load of hot, Mexican cum splattered all over Polly's sweet little white face, pouring into her dimples and bubbling right up her straining nostrils. Some ran into her ears and some soaked into her lashes and eyebrows.
Helga's jaw fell slack as the tender young girl, no longer innocent, struggled frantically to catch some of the shooting sperm, licking her lips and swallowing whatever she could, crying out in mindless lust for him to poke his cock back into her hungering mouth-hole.
Seconds later, the man charging into her from behind, bellowed out his triumph and, his face twisting, he pulled his blood-fed penis free of her fucked-open red cunt at the last minute, and Helga shuddered as a thick stream of white hot sperm shot out across Polly's welted back, criss-crossing the crimson whip marks. The sticky, yellow-white streams glistened in the flood lights like so much puss from an infected wound.
And then it was over. The two men let go of Polly's slumped over white body, left bruised, welted and covered with an obscene layer of their sticky sperm. Helga had never seen anything so pathetic as her friend lying up there, pale and naked, splayed out for all to see in the shameful aftermath of her lust. Would Polly burst into tears?
Rose answered that question for her. Viciously, she yanked Polly by her curls and held up the girl's baby white face for all to see. "Did you enjoy that? Tell your fellow prisoners if I hurt you, or if you enjoyed it."
The look on Polly's still sweet, innocent white face was a ghostly apparition, the dark side of her lost innocence. "Yes!" Polly hissed through clenched teeth. Her eyes were half swollen from her earlier crying, almost sealed shut with the yellow coatings of sperm, and she smiled lewdly, licking the cum around her mouth. "I loved it! Oh, God, I loved it!"
Rose let the gringa's head drop like a bag of discarded garbage... and the lights went out, followed by a swoosh of the closing curtain. Gone was the musky scent of lingering sex... and gone forever was Polly's wide-eyed innocence.