Chapter 1
Jill had always prided herself on being able to get in and out of any situation. However, when they found hashish in her luggage at the Spanish port, she could not cope with what occurred.
Immediately she was hauled off to a Spanish prison. In the dark, stone cell she had plenty of time to think over her plight. She tried her very best to calm her mind down. She knew that she couldn't go on like this.
A guard opened her cell door and stepped inside. He handed her a cigarette. She took it quickly and lit it. At the same time the guard dropped to his knees. Wasting no time he pulled down her panties and gripped her hips. Pressing his mouth against her mound he started hungrily licking and lapping away.
Reaching down she gripped the guard's head. She ran her fingers through his wavy, course, black hair.
"Oh, that feels so good," she panted as she pumped her pelvis in his face.
He flipped his tongue around her clit. The guard always enjoyed having a pussy to lick. This beautiful blonde American girl was just what he enjoyed most. Being dark skinned, he liked to make it with a blonde. Jill wasted no time.
"Lick me," she panted. "Lick me, love me."
When the guard finished devouring her he pulled his tongue out and stood up. A second later he was unzipping his fly. She knew just what to do. Dropping to her knees Jill pulled his thick, long penis to her lips. Opening her mouth she licked the tip of it. His long shaft quivered.
"Suck me," he insisted. "Suck my prick."
The guard reached in, got his balls and pulled them out. Her hands went to his testicles as her mouth continued slipping back and forth on his rigid cock meat.
"Eat my pecker," he panted as she sucked smoothly.
The guard became so ignited he wanted even more.
"Pull your mouth off my cock," he suggested. "I want to take my pants and shorts down. I want you to lick my ass."
The good-looking, sun-tanned Spanish guard watched as she eased off his penis. He could tell she had given blow jobs before. She was doing it with skill and dedication.
When her mouth was off his cock he began unfastening his belt and pulling down his pants and white cotton shorts. As he pulled his shorts down and his cock and balls were visible to her view, she recognized what he expected. Soon he had removed his pants and boots completely. Now he was bare-ass naked from the waist down.
"Lie on the floor," the Spanish guard demanded.
At this point the lovely blonde American girl was willing to do anything. She knew she'd been caught red handed with the hashish. She knew that only through the efforts of some unscrupulous guard could she ever escape the fate that awaited her.
Lying on the cold cement floor was not a pleasure. Nevertheless, she calculated it was all part of what she had to endure.
Hastily she reached up and gripped his thighs. Her hot tongue swept along his round ass cheeks. The guard was ignited now.
"Faster," he told her as he felt her tongue sweeping his brown buttocks.
He was jacking off while she was licking at his ass cheeks. But he expected even more.
"Stab your tongue up my asshole," he told her eagerly.
She grasped his buttocks firmly and parted them. Getting her face ever so close to his butt she tongue fucked him. The Spanish prison guard was stimulated. Reaching for his erect male member he began pulling on it rhythmically. As his cock became more hard, he recognized how close he was to climax. Slowing the tempo of his hand action, he watched as she ate out his ass.
"That's it," he told her, "suck. Suck my butt."
When he had enough of that, he swung his sweaty balls over her face.
"Open your mouth," he told her, "and lick my nuts."
Her tongue gently lapped and licked at his testicles. This got him so horny he knew his cock would explode in a second.
"Eat my pecker," he panted.
She gripped his rigid cock. Her lips once more went around it.
"Slip your finger up my asshole," he told her. Her finger slid up his rectum. He was hot now. So hot, in fact, he could hardly stand it. "Lick my dick," he told her.
Her tongue tip caressed the head of his thick shaft. Then he jabbed his penis forcibly down her throat.
"Gobble it," he exclaimed excitedly. "Eat me."
Hot, sweet cum juice unloaded in her mouth. She gulped greedily, sucking the delicious contents of his cock.
The Spanish guard was .excited by her super-hot cock suck.
"Ohhh, baby," he told her passionately, "I've never had anyone lick my dick like you did now. You really know how to give me a good time."
It pleased her that he was so excited over her cock suck. But little did she realize what he had in mind. He got his clothes back on and then went down the hall to get another guard. The other guard came in and instantly started undressing.
"We will give you some favors if you will take care of us," he winked.
Jill hadn't enjoyed one good meal since she'd been in the Spanish prison. It would be wonderful if she could get some good food at last.
As the guard began undressing, she became nervous. He was a strong, big man and she knew he would expect plenty. When he was completely nude he forced her to undress, too.
"Take off your clothes," he demanded.
She removed her clothes quickly. Once she'd undressed he told her what he expected.
"I want you to wrap your legs around me," he told her, "and I will fuck you standing up."
Throwing her legs around him she let him insert his cock. When she felt his thick prick sliding in her rhythmically, her pussy muscles grabbed at his cock. She wanted it. Crying out in sexual ecstasy she begged for more.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she panted as she pumped back.
He was giving her a fantastic cock ride. Jill loved it. "Keep it up," she begged as he continued stabbing into her.
Her breasts brushed across his chest. The Spanish guard could feel her nipples become erect. This told him how stimulated she was, adding to the fire in his loins. His hot hands clasped her ass cheeks as he rode her.
"I really enjoy screwing you," he smiled.
Now his jaw hung slack as a lust-glazed look swept over his eyes. All at once she could feel him exploding in her.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed passionately. "Milk my dick."
Once she'd finished the guard off, he pulled his cock from her as she stepped to the floor. She dressed and so did he. A short time later he brought her back a hot plate of delicious food. He watched her enjoying it.
"Perhaps if you will reveal the member of the hashish ring for smuggling drugs into Spain, I will help you."
Jill's mind spun around. She knew that she hadn't been smuggling it for anybody. But she also recognized he would find that difficult to believe.
A short time later a guard ushered her down to the main office. A detective looked at her nervously.
"What have you to say for yourself, young lady?" he demanded.
"I have told you the truth," she insisted.
"That's the problem," the dark-haired detective shook his head. "You haven't told us anything."
Jill repeated what she said when they first arraigned her.
"I was not smuggling it for anybody. I'm not part of a dope-smuggling ring. I was using it myself."
Shaking his head, the detective said sadly, "It is a pity you are so fearful. I understand. You are afraid of what we will do to you. But you are more afraid of what they will do to you if you talk."
No matter how she tried to make him understand, it seemed as if he wouldn't listen to her.
"I'm telling you the truth," she looked in his eyes.
She could tell by the expression in his eyes how little he believed her.
Suddenly the detective became impatient.
"We don't play games here," he said menacingly. "If you can't tell us the truth, we will have to help you."
The threatening way he said "help" indicated to her he was speaking of torture.
"Please, don't hurt me," she begged.
Looking at her as if he sincerely wanted to help her, he shook his head grimly.
"We will have to get the truth one way or another. I'll call a guard to take you down to our truth room."
Instantly Jill understood what he was talking about.
"Truth room?" she stammered nervously. "What do you mean?"
"I think you know what I mean," he told her emphatically.
When the smooth-skinned, Spanish guard came to the detective's office, he quickly ushered Jill down to the truth room. As she walked in she was amazed at the various devices she saw in the place.
"This looks like a Spanish prison torture chamber," she exploded angrily.
"You might call it that," the guard snapped. "Now take off your clothes. It's been my assignment to get you to talk."
Jill decided she would use some persuasion.
"I could be very nice to a man who would be nice to me," she tried to get him to compromise.
"I am going to punish you," he said angrily. "Don't try to tease me. Take your clothes off. We will begin with the whips."
He pointed toward the wall where three evil-looking whips were placed.
"Get your clothes off," the guard exclaimed when he noticed she didn't instantly strip.
Jill was a spoiled American girl. She'd had her way all of her life. Taking drugs was just another kick to her. But in Spain she was discovering how the government looked at drugs. If she had been in America, her father could buy a fast-talking lawyer who could get her off with a light sentence. Here it didn't work that way. The Spanish government had to know where she obtained the drugs and where she was taking them. It was true, she didn't want to tell them her connection to buy the drugs. It was also true she planned to sell them in the underground market in New York City. However, if she told them everything she thought it would go worse with her. That was why she clung to the idea she was innocent. Nevertheless, she knew the ugly facts. She was far from innocent. She was guilty of trying to smuggle hashish.
As she slipped out of her panties and removed her bra, she tried to see if she could entice the brown-skinned guard. She glanced at his crotch to determine whether or not she could see a telltale bulge. When she didn't a quiver of fear ran through her heart. She had always been able to count on her nudity to bring her the results she desired in most men. This troubled her. The guard looked at her without feeling.
Coldly, he told her, "Stand over there. And place your hands against the wall. That's it. Bend over a little."
Obviously he was angling to get her in a position where he could find it easy to whip her. Soon he began letting the whip lash across her bare back and behind. Jill figured the best way to stop him was to shriek. Perhaps she could alert or alarm someone else in the prison about her pain. But she suddenly discovered her pain and torture over the whipping was producing a reverse effect.
Suddenly she noticed the guard was pulling on his cock. He began jerking on his throbbing penis. It amazed her to see how his face reddened. Obviously he was deriving an enormous amount of pleasure out of jacking off. And at the same time he went on lashing her body.
"I like to see you suffer," the guard told her.
He continued pulling on his thick, long penis. This frightened her. She wondered how much longer it would be. If only he would get his cock off. Finally he dropped the whip and came over to her.
"Kneel before me," he commanded her, "and take my prick in your mouth."
Dropping to her knees Jill pulled the Spanish guard's cock to her lips. It was a huge thing that jutted out between his legs. It frightened her. When she hesitated he slapped at her face.
"Do as you are told," he ordered her.
Closing her eyes, her mouth slipped over the head of his shaft. Even though it was very difficult for her she kept her mouth moving slowly over his cock head.
"Eat my pecker," he panted as he pumped it to her. "Suck my prick. Suck it."
She knew how to stimulate and please him.
"That's the way," he told her passionately. "Suck my cock. Suck it."
Jill felt the head of his shaft sliding against the back of her throat. It wasn't an easy thing to take all of that cock meat in her mouth. Nevertheless, she determined she was going to give him a super-hot suck.
"Suck it," he commanded. "Suck my big prick."
Jill went on licking and sucking on the head of his shaft. All at once he exploded.
Just as she finished blowing him a man walked in the door.