Chapter 4
The numbness that hit as she was led back to the cell stopped every thought but the single idea of escape. Linda wanted to get away before her battered, abused body betrayed her again, but the combination of the colonel's interrogation and the post-fucking dullness of her mind scarcely left enough energy to plan. She didn't look at the walls, the side corridors, the soldiers ... she didn't look at anything but her feet and the floor in front of them.
A panicky, trapped-squirrel part of her mind tempted her to laugh. She knew she should be ashamed of her nakedness when they passed other groups in the hallways but she had a deeper, more shameful secret that made her exposed body seem positively modest.
Bitter as bile inside her was the knowledge that she'd enjoyed the whip and the furious, brutal fucking in the colonel's office. She shook her head quickly to clear her mind, but the tightened grip of hands on her arms made her stop. She walked passively behind the lieutenant until they reached her cell again.
The sun had gone down while she was in the colonel's chamber. The light from the corridor showed only the wrought-iron hook, nearly seven feet off the floor. Resigned for the moment, weary to her bones, Linda let the soldiers slip her handcuff-chain onto the hook and leave. Rest ... I just need to rest until I can think, she told herself. The heavy door closed with a doomed finality.
It was dark, but not any cooler in the dark cell then when she'd left. Linda wasn't sure if she was dozing or fainting. Once in a while she lost consciousness, which at least relieved her growing thirst and the gnawing hunger at the pit of her stomach.
The inages in her brief dreams were no relief. Tanks and jeeps and huge fireballs of explosions mingled with thoughts of Judy alive and Judy dead. Linda was water, lakes and oceans that would swallow her in cool blue-green and mountains of succulent fruits, but always the violence and pain surrounded everything. Then all would go dark, and the pain in her limbs told her that she was still alive, standing with eyes open.
How very strange, she thought. Is this what dying is like? I can only see with my eyes closed-it's pitch-dark with them open!
I have to get out of here. Maybe Maxine is s till in the city. Even if she isn't, I can wire home and....
What? No, not home! I ... no, not when they find out....
But I don't want to die! It's differentwhen it's a choice ... it's all right then. I won't let them kill me here!
Linda peered into the dark. She couldn't tell where the door was now. She tried to bend her hands toward each other, hoping to find the chain of the handcuffs. Her fingers were too numb to feel anything. Only the resistance in her wrists told her when her fingers hit one another. She went on tiptoe and threw her hands upward.
The chain rattled. Linda flicked her wrists up again. A metallic scraping came through the cuffs and grated down her arms. Was the chain about to slip off the top of the hook? She extended her arms to full height and flexed her knees. She was drawn tight as a fiddle string.
She snnalpdher knees straight. Her shoulders scraped on the wall. The cuffs were free! Linda was rejoicing, still off the ground at the peak of her jump. Pain! Pain nearly severed her right hand. The wristlet of the cuffs jerked at her arm again. The point of the wrought-iron hook had speared between her wrist and the handcuff. She dangled, caught higher than before. He left heel barely touched the floor, and the yank at her arm had drawn her right leg up in a spasm of reflexive defense.
It hurt terribly. Her whole weight had snapped onto he right shoulder. Her elbow felt as if a huge hammer had slammed against the bone. Linda tasted blood in her mouth. She stifled a grunt. She let her left arm dangle on the chain, swinging on a high diagonal arc as she went on tiptoe again.
She flopped her wrist experimentally. The heavy iron point went halfway up the back of her hand. She knew she couldn't jump far enough to free herself, not with the tiny slack in her arm when she stood on the toes of one foot.
Feeling returned to her left hand, first the pins-and-needles of restored circulation, then the dull ache of unused, swollen joints. She rested as best she could. Linda waited for her heart to stop pounding. She dredged throughts from deep in her mind, reaching for the solution. Even with stone walls and solid iron doors between her and the outside of the prison, the two inches of hook that had passed through the handcuff was the most important thing in her life. Her failure at suicide paled beside the joy and frustration that he first jump had caused. She pushed her right hand up, and the steel cuff slid further onto the hook. Her wrist was drapped higher. There was no slack in her body.
Linda rubbed the fingertips of her left hand together. She could feel them ... not well, but she could feel the pressure of skin against skin. The three inches of chain linking the cuffs allowed her to swing her left hand from slightly in front of the hook to the wall and back again. The cuff on her left wrist slipped around, recutting the raw line, but the right cuff was jammed solid. I'd better do it before I start passing out again, she decided. Linda took a deep breath.
The swelling flex of her ribs made the cuff tighten. The muscle in her calf ached. She exhaled, pushing all the air out of her lungs, and gained perhaps a quarter-inch. Linda turned her left hand around and grasped her right wrist. Her knees drew up as she pulled herself of the floor.
Every ounce of her strength went into the straining muscles of her arms. Linda trembled, weak as water. She wanted to stop, to gather energy for another try, but knew that her fatigued arms would never regain the strength that was ebbing so rapidly. The tremble in her arms became a shudder. She found the hook with her left hand. Both arms tightened. She turned sideways, dangling from her right hand like a Christmass-tree ornament. Reaching up and across her body with her left hand, she pushed her right arm higher.
The handcuff moved up the hook! Linda felt the wrought iron crumbling, showering scales of rust into the raw slash around her wrist. She pushed at the steel ring with her left thumb, urging it higher, higher. Her elbows were bent just less than forty degrees. Her strength faded. She felt it leaving like water pouring from a leaky bucket, but the leaverage of muscle against bone improved as she dragged herself higher. Circulation was already returning to her right hand. Agony returned with it. From the wrist to the middle of her palm was an enormous ache, a pain as heavy and dull and relentless as a hammer-smashed molar. Her left hand started slipping, scales of ancient rust tearing her soft palm. Her pulse roared in her ears. Linda didn't dare breathe. Dread of falling back onto the cruel hook hit her like the lightning lance of pain the hook had sent up her arm. A skin-chilling jolt of adrenalin helped herself upward another inch. Her arm was free. Linda exulted. She felt in a heap at the base of the wall and sobbed with exhausted joy.
Footsteps sounded in the corridor outside. Linda froze. She held her breath until the confident crunch of boots died away. When the cell was silent again, she rubbed her ankles, checking the shackles that held her legs, how can I run with these? How can I get away? she wondered. I don't even know how to get out of the building!
She wondered if she should try the door. Linda waited for her overstrained muscles to stop trembling, then stood slowly. Her skin crawled with every scrape of the leg irons on the stone floor. Linda put her cuffed hands in front of her and felt for the wall. The door was not far from the far end of the tiny cell. She slid her feet carefully along the floor. The cell seemed much larger in the dark. She moved forward further and further. A half-remembered thought nagged at her. Handcuffs, handcuffs....
She touched the wall. Linda began moving to her left, patting for the corner. It was at a carnival. The magician had handcuffs, and Daddy said ... Yes! Linda touched the corner just as she remembered. Without an instant's hesitation, the tall redhead balled her fists and swung the handcuffs against the stone wall. The steel cuff on her right hand snapped open.
The footsteps in the corridor returned. A keyring jangled. Linda swore under her breath and snapped the cuff on her wrist again. As the heavy iron door scraped open she stepped back and sat down. Lieutenant Guitierrez stepped in with a soldier and another prisoner, a middle-aged man, behind him. "Ay, estaes una bruja, una 'Oudini!"he laughed, pointing to Linda. The soldier smiled, but the prisoner's face stayed stonily immobile. The lieutenant gestured sharply. "Come, we take you to see coronet Almieda once again."
This time, with the lietuenant and the other two men watching her, Linda was more aware of her aches and pains. In her hurry, she'd tightened the right handcuff too far, and it hurt her wrist nearly as much as when she'd been left on the hook. Every bloody dot from the colonel's whip, every bruise from the lieutenant's hands, even the tight, scaly smears of semen on her thighs hurt when Linda clanked into the corridor. "Lieutenant...." Linda began.
"Silence! The colonel has asked for you. You will be interrogated until you have told us all you know," Lieutenant Guitierrez snapped. With a smirk, he added, "We find our resources sometimes meet more than one need."
Linda was scared half to death by the lieutenant's cruel smile. The glint of some obscene anticipation showed in his eyes as he led the little party along the corridors. They bypassed the door where Linda thought the office was, and went up another flight of stairs. The door they finally stopped at was centuries newer then the portal to the colonel's office. Linda hung back after the soldier and the middle-aged prisoner had stepped in. "What ... what are you going to do to me?"
Lieutenant Guitierrez took the naked redhead's arm and pushed her into the room. He shoved her at the soldier, who tripped her. The shackles on her feet loosened. "Walk to the table," Guitierrez comannded.
It looked like a doctor's examining table without upholstery. The top was a single slab of stained wood growing out of a heavy metal base. "Lie down."
Linda lay down, her head turning from side to side. The lieutenant prodded her with his swagger stick. "On your face, Miss Martin." She rolled over reluctantly. Her heart was already pounding like a triphammer. She wanted nothing more than to disappear, to sink right through the stained wood and melt through the floor. Hands grasped her ankles and pulled. With the cuffs still on her wrists, Linda tried grabbing the top edge of the table, but it was useless. She bent over the edge of the table, her asscheeks presented lewdly. A metallic click at each side trapped her ankles in looser clamps than she'd worn before, but there was no chance of escape. Her feet were nearly a yard apart. The lieutenant barked an order. The soldier undid the left handcuff and pulled it under the table. He pulled Linda's right hand down and relocked the cuffs. Now she hugged the table like a huge life preserver. "Please, this isn't funny," Linda said. "I didn't do anything!"
Colonel Almieda strolled in from the next room. A huge mirror covered all but the doorway in that wall, and Linda saw how abject, yet somehow erotic, her position was. "Ahhh, but you did! You conspired to aid the Marxists who are trying to take over Cuba. You worked to enslave our people, Miss Martin!"
"Please, Colonel this isn't fair! The lieutenant won't listen to me! I don't know who told you what, but I ... I'm just a tourist! Please, plesse let me go! I'll go straight back to Key West and fly home if you just let me go!"
"Prepare the man," Almieda said. Linda folowed his image in the mirror as Guitierrez and the soldier stripped the other prisoner naked. The colonel drew a tube from the breast pocket of his tunic. Linda felt a vulgar revulsion crawl along her flesh as a thick, greasy finger smeared a jelly-like lubricant along her asscleft. The colonel slipped two fingers into her vagina and massaged the dry hole with obscene lasciviousness.
Linda gritted her teeth. She willed her body not to respond. That heavy, gluey slime on the colonel's finger felt much thicker, more revolting than cunt juice. Her pussy began to lubricate around the sliding fingers in spite of her wishes. Linda tried clenching her asscheeks together, but the colonel's thumb eased into the cleft with a slippery motion, then pressed against the ring of her anus.
Linda wanted to gag. At first when the lieutenant, then the colonel, had handled her pussy, she'd been afraid. Her virginity was gone now, along with most of her modesty, but having a thumb writhing so degradingly into her ass was the ultimate indignity. She felt defiled, filthy, as if there were no reason in the world to live now. The burden of her shame crushed her down onto the table until she involuntarily let her buttocks go slack. That obscene fullness in her rectum disapperared. Linda heayed a sigh of relief.
Guitierrez and the soldier led the prisoner to the head of the table. The colonel spoke for them, but the sadistic gleam in the lieutenant's eyes told Linda that he'd had a hand in planning whatever was about to happen. She looked at the tight thong of leather knotted at the base of the man's cock and her pussy hurt in sympathy.
"You see this man in front of you, Miss Martin?" Almieda asked. "He will not lose his erection for a long time, not with that cord around him. I want you to see him and realize how he is tied. You see how the cord disappears between his legs? It is attached to his handcuffs. He must bend backward to relieve the strangulation of his penis. If you answer us, we will let him go. If you do not ... well, his wife can prostitute herself to feed the children." Almieda smiled broadly. "She is not very attractive. Who knows what could happen to such a one?"
Linda closed her eyes tight, but the image f the naked frightened-looking man, and especially his swollen, blood-gorged cock, stayed in her vison. "What do you want to know?" she quavered.
"You already know the questions. Just answer them," the colonel said. "Tell us here you were to meet the rebel contact, and who he is."
Linda thought, I'll lie ... they won't know. I'll tell them something, and they'll let him go. She cast about in her memory, trying to remember a Cuban-sounding name. Her mind was blank!
Linda got panicky. "Uuhh ... His name ... I don't know his real name, but he said his name was ... Frank." Damn! That doesn't sound good!
With a whistling roar, heavy strap lashed across the backs of Linda's thighs. "Aiee!" she screamed. The bound man in front of her looked ready to pass out.
"Frank what?" Guitierrez asked. He popped the strap in the air.
Linda looked wildly toward the mirror and saw the lieutenant's arm already cocked for the next blow. "Pie .. pie something, Frank Pie-"
Slash! Another double-handed stroke of the strap set fire to the whole of her left asscheek. Linda jerked at her bonds in a spasm of pain. She got just far enough off the table to pinch her breasts cruelly when she fell forward again. Her nipples were trapped, and pointing up toward her shoulders.
"Don't lie, Miss Martin," Colonel Almieda said softly. "Frank Pais has been dead a long while."
Yes, and no one but a leftist would know his name," Guitierrez added He laid four harsh strokes of the strap across Linda's ass, covering half of one cheek with each slap. Even the soft indentation of her cuntmouth felt the heat and pain of the blows.
Linda gasped for air. Tears ran down her cheeks. The whole area from her thighs to the small of her back felt like it was on fire. The smaller cuts and welts of the buggy whip awakened and added their own clamoring pain to the heat of her skin. "He said it was his name," Linda wept. "That's what he told me!" She stared up at the colonel, then at the throbbing purple head of the other prisoner's trapped cock.
"At least she admits to having a contact," the soldier volunteered. "What about this one?"
Linda turned her head to the side. She closed her eyes. An exact stroke down the center of her asscleft stung, and she bolted upright as far as she could. "Watch the prisoner," the lieutenant said. "You're killing him by lying to us."
The pain in her pussy and her ass was incredible. The last blow of the strap had caught the rim of her asshole and pulled it downward, almost tearing the little ring away. The grease on her rectum and pussylips seemed to amplify the sting, smothering the skin that needed a bath of cool air. Linda felt her cuntlips swelling up after the impact. She begged silently for relief.
"Yes, this one might be of some help," the colonel mused. "Take him around behind her." , At least he's not watching my face, Linda thought. The resigned sadness of the man's eyes made her feel guilty, as if she truly were responsible for his arrest and his bondage. He looks like he expects to die here! Linda marveled. He's not even fighting back!
"Now, Miss Martin, would you like to tell us the real name of your contact?" the colonel asked. Almieda stared down at Linda for a moment, then grabbed a fistful of long red hair and pulled her head up.
Linda's scalp and neck crawled with agonizing pain. It felt like the colonel wanted to tear her head off. "He said Frank ... Frank Pais!" she whimpered. The colonel yanked her hair forward, chopping off Linda's next words. The impact of her chin against the table nearly knocked her out. Linda bit a shred of flesh out of her cheek, and the chewed portion swelled from the chin-blow, and when that faded, tears blurred everything in the room ... everything but Almieda's voice and the next slashing stroke of the lash.
"Where? Where were you to meet?" the colonel asked. His raspy voice was growing louder, with th same breathy overtones he'd showed when he began torturing her with the limber silk buggy whip. He gestured, and Guitierrez swung the strap.
The red heat of pain in her crotch merged with the heavy sound of a wounded moan. Linda didn't realize i hadn't been hers until she saw the reflection of the prisoner. The man hobbled back and forth. A raw welt along the side of his glossy-hard cock showed where the strap had hit. Every time he convulsively tried to grab for his prick, the cord around the base tightened Every tug on the cord made him bend backward, and his injured cock stood out further and straighter from his belly. A weepy line of blood oozed from the side of his shaft. The strap had barely broken the skin over one of the swollen veins, and the fresh blood was bright against the darkening reddish-purple of his cock.
Empathy for the other prisoner's pain made Linda's pussy ache. The heat from the blows of the strap made the ache heighten until she felt the unmistakable trickle of cuntcream moistening her labia. She felt shame and self-hatred Linda wished they would kill her. Even lying to the Cuban officers didn't help ... they went on punishing her and the terrified prisoner anyway.
"Well, Miss Martin?" the colonel asked. "Don't think we will grow tired enough to kill either of you. I have rested and eaten since we saw one another last. Where were you to join the rebels?"
Linda watched Guitierrez raise the strap high, ready to slash down across the rigid spear of the prisoner's cock. "The taxi! The taxidriver was going to take me to them!"
The colonel nodded and Guitierrez slashed two more strokes down the exact center of Linda's ass. She jerked and sobbed. "Please! Oh, God, please, Colonel! I told you! It was the taxi driver!"
Almieda jerked his head. Linda watched the mirror in fascinated revulsion. Guitierrez pushed the prisoner up against the table, shoving his shoulders with the heel of his hand. The man winced, then arched his back reflexively. Linda felt the hard heat of his strangling prick jab against her tailbone. She hugged the table closer.
The grease in her ass cleft made the touch loathsome. A chill went up her spine, and Linda felt her nipples begin to throb. No! Not with them looking on! My God, they will! They're going to watch! "Colonel! I can't! Please, for the love of Christ, Colonel!" she sobbed. Linda squeezed her eyelids together until her nose and forehead wrinkled with the effort. The trickle of juice in her pussy became a river. The degraded notion of having the prisoner fuck her while her captors looked on aroused her body incredibly. Linda shook her head.
Guitierrez was gesturing and whispering to the prisoner. Linda felt the colonel grab her hair again. She opened her eyes. Her head twisted painfully toward the mirror. They were going to do it, there was no doubt. She tried to move her ass from side to side, evading the approach of the prisoner's prick, but Guitierrez stopped her with a painful gouge of fingers into the soft glove of her left asscheek.
The knob of the prisoner's cock felt horribly hard, like a stone helmet at the end of his meat. Linda felt it stab against her pussy. Her vagina gushed warmth. The knob slid up to the narrow slot between her holes, then pushed against the whip-bruised oval of her rectum. Linda picked herself higher on the table. The cockhead moved up with her. The realization hit.
"NO-OOOO!" she wailed, squirming back and forth like a trapped animal. "GAWD, NOOOOO!" Linda jerked her hips until her belly slapped up and down on the tabletop. She broke free of the lieutenant's ass-grip. The soldier moved down, blocking her view in the mirror, and held her. Both of his elbows dug into the small of her back.
She was imprisoned, with the dull ache of arms gouging into the muscles next to her spine. Linda kicked against the fixed shackles on the floor. She tried to hammer her handcuffs against the bottom of the table. The colonel grabbed her head in both hands. She tried to bite him. He wrestled until her face was toward the mirror again.
Guitierrez stood behind the prisoner, one hand on the man's shoulders. The lieutenant's other hand was at the small of the man's back. Linda couldn't stop watching. Guitierrez pulled the slack out of the cock-tying cord and pushed the prisoner forward. The enlisted man braced Linda's hips.
With a sudden lance of pain that pierced to her guts, the head of the prisoner's cock found her asshole again and shoved against it. Linda screamed.
The laughter of Colonel Alieda and the muttered curses of the lieutenant assaulted her ears. Linda was on fire, a fire of agony that started in her asshole and tore clear up to her brain.
"Take it, Miss Martin! Maybe you will stop giving us your shitty lies when this peasant's cock rams your shit back in you!" Almieda laughed again and released her head.
Linda screamed louder. The whole tight ring of her rectum was being driven up into her guts. The tearing, ripping, utterly horrendous pain was all around her asshole, inside and out. It felt like a dull chisel was carving the band of muscle out. The pressure on her back added to the pain when the enlisted man bore down, leaning to watch the penetration.
The pressure against her asshole eased for a moment. Linda relaxed the agonized tightness of her sphincter. She pushed futilely outward, as if she could shove the prisoner's cock away by an act of will.
Guitierrez reached around the prisoner with one hand and put his fingers in her asscleft. Linda wept at the abusive touch. He spread the tissues of her rectum wider. She saw that his knee was braced against the prisoner's buttocks. She let her ass-forcing push against the cockhead slacken for an instant.
Rock-hard cockmeat shoved against her asshole. Before Linda could even think to loosen the automatic grip of her ass, half the blunt knob was already shoved into her ass. The top and bottom edges of her rectum were ripping wide open. Her cunt ached with frustration, drooling wetness while the prisoner's prick invaded the wrong hole. She almost cried out, "No, not there, please ... I need it in my pussy!"
The sensitive ring of her asshole felt an obscene slickness. It was the man's foreskin peeling back. The shoulders of the head felt slipperier when the hood retracted. Another fraction of cock slipped into her ass. Trying to ease the pain, Linda loosened her asshole. She pressed outward to let him enter more easily.
Guitierrez slipped his hand down until his forefinger was against one side of her asshole and his thumb against the other. He spread her further. Linda moaned.
The colonel wasn't content just to watch. He reached down the front of Linda's torso and captured the end of one of her tits. His sweaty hand found the bruised, beaten mound, then twisted the nipple. Linda gasped. She tried to squirm away from the throbbing ache of her tweaked nipple, and her ass moved back toward the prisoner.
The hard intrusion of prickmeat into her ass hurt terribly. Linda tried to move as sensuously, as erotically as she could. Maybe, she thought, maybe I can make him move gently ... maybe Guitierrez won't make him push quite so hard. Or maybe I could get my pussy up to him ... She wriggled, and another portion of cockhead slipped into her shitter.
It was splitting her ass wide open. Linda felt the pain of the insertion reaching higher in her ass, spreading clear to the outer edges of her buttocks. Even Almieda's brutal fucking had been easier on her than this. At least he used an orifice that Linda wanted filled ... even if he did have to whip them both into a frenzy first....
The widening head of the prisoner's cock seemed to go on forever. Linda wept, and the salty tears burned her cracked, parched lips. She couldn't even lever her ass around properly, not with the weight of the ogling enlisted man holding her belly to the table. She wondered if a faster piercing would hurt less ... if she could stop the pain by ramming her ass back against his cockhead.
It was hard to think, hard even to control her body with the lieutenant stretching her asshole with his fingertips and the colonel torturing her nipples. He'd managed to capture both of her titty-tips in one hand now, and he pulled them cruelly. He twisted and pinched. His fingernails traced furrows of fire on the sensitive rims. Linda wished they'd leave her alone, stop tormenting so many erotic nerves, at least until the prisoner's cock was lodged in her asshole. She moaned low in her confused overload of sensation. Linda was positive that her nipples gushed blood over the colonel's hands. The mauling in her tits hurt so badly that she almost forgot about her ass.
But Guitierrez and the prisoner hadn't forgotten. The lieutenant shifted his foot and shoved. With a sickening pop, the head of the prisoner's cock squirted the rest of the way into her ass. Linda felt the tearing agony of the penetration. She jerked spasmodically. Every muscle in her body went limp. The pressure eased at last. Now she was only stretched around the neck of his prick. It was at rest in her rectum.
Her arms and legs tightened as if she'd been blasted with a cattle prod. Linda felt a horrible suction, like a vacuum pulling at her guts. Guitierrez pulled the prisoner back, and the reversed pressure seemed to tug all the way to Linda's throat. The vulgar feeling sent flashes of repelled lewdness up her spine. Linda didn't know whether to revel in the relief or weep at the thought of losing that ass-filling knob. She bit her lip.
Linda couldn't even sob now, not with the insistent motions of the prisoner's cock up her asshole. She pushed her buttocks back toward him, seeking his prick again, knowing it could stop the wrenching vacuum in her bowels.
The prisoner paused, then shoved further in. Linda squeaked. The motion sent her pussy into tremors of lusty need. The folding, slippery ring of his foreskin massaged the sensuous nerves of her asshole like a tiny mouth. It felt like a lascivious kiss between the hard bar of prick and the stretching attack of the lieutenant's fingers.
Linda was torn, both in her mind and her assflesh. She twisted her shoulders against the colonel's marauding hand. The pain from the tortured buttons of her nipples added to the heat in her crotch. The firm, round globes of her ass flexed back toward the prisoner's string-wrapped prick, seeking more of that lewd fullness. Linda looked at the mirror again, wishing the enlisted soldier would move and give her a better view.
The sliding of the prisoner's prick sent shivery thrills up and down Linda's spine as it moved deeper into her guts. Linda felt her ass filling with the man's prick. It was like a load of lusty, iron-hard heat growing in her. She thought his prick surely had to stop ... there couldn't possibly be as much meat there as her asshole seemed to feel.
But after the head and the foreskin entered her ass, the prick slid further and further. Linda's rectal nerves were so sensitive that it felt like a freight train of cock coming into her ass. She imagined the angry-red bar of meat growing until she split around it like a ripe melon. She had flashing images of a tree trunk impaling her.
The steady slide of the prisoner's cock eased. Linda felt his belly on her asscheeks. That must be all of it. He has to be all the way into me now. Linda sighed gustily.
The prisoner's cock started withdrawing again. Linda thought at least a foot of prick emerged from her ass. The nerves of her asshole protested every inch.
He started forward again. Linda pressed back against him. Her hips rose. The strange, erogenous fullness in her bowels began to excite her. It wasn't like the heat that rose in her belly when her cunt was full of prick, but it was somehow connected to similar nerves. It was a sensation all its own, with the sheer ungodly evil of the perversion and the leers of the three spectators adding a lusty spice to the feelings.
The prisoner's cock went deeper. It passed the zone where the last stroke had stopped. Linda inhaled. Her breath filled her torso and pressed her insides down against the deep-diving cockhead. The knob went up and up, filling her until she felt rigid heat sliding clear to her breasts. The incredible distension of her asstube made her belly feel full for the first time since she'd been jailed.
It was like gorging at a feast, a perversely lusty feast of cockflesh. Linda thought her belly would swell to bursting. The heat in her asshole echoed against the stuffed-full feelings in her belly. Streamers of weird need filled her mind. In spite of the stretching pain, Linda wanted more of his cock in her ass. She wished it really were a tree trunk impaling her.
He pulled back again, with Linda's insides trying to follow his cockhead. Linda felt the lewd suction in her ass. It was about to drive her insane.
The speed of the ass-reaming strokes increased. Linda squeezed down onto the prisoner's cock. She wanted to feel it more, drag more lusty sensuality out of the contact. She didn't care about the pain now, the tearing sensation, the elbows in her back, the torturous mauling of her tits. All she wanted was that cock, that massively stiff bar of meat. Linda needed to feel it drive in, deeper, deeper. A spinning ball of heat in her assguts joined the prick-jammed fullness. She moaned.
The leather-tied prickmeat had unnatural stamina. The prisoner, aided by Guitierrez' shoves, thrust back and forth faster. Linda met his eyes in the mirror. Her mouth dropped open, pleading for him to flog more cock into her.
The lieutenant let go of the prisoner. He found the strap again. Linda felt awe and horror as the prisoner, unaided, kept his piledriver rhythm going in her asshole. The tissues of her asschute were on fire, ready to melt around his meat. The hot friction was like salt in an open wound. Linda writhed, letting the pain excite her more. The prisoner's balls began slapping against the fevered slash of her drooling pussy, and Linda knew she would come.
Her cuntlips dragged back and forth on her clit. Heat sliced into the whipwelts on her pussy. The cunty tension built rapidly. Her clit was as important now as the ramming piston of cock in her asshole.
The meaty slap of his sac on her cunt made Linda gargle with confused lust. Every nerve in her crotch was on fire. It was all she could do to keep up with his strokes. Linda tried timing the frantic spasms of her hips to the sound of the strap on the prisoner's ass, but it was no good. Her pussy and her asshole dominated her completely.
The mirror showed flashes of Guitierrez winding up with the strap, then lashing down across the prisoner's ass. Every blow of the heavy leather drove the man's cock forward into her asshole. Every jerk of his body made his cock harder. The leather thong was buried in the swollen flesh at the base of his prick. Guitierrez flogged mercilessly, and the prisoner fucked to save his life.
And Linda started to come. She felt the fiery scald of his ballsweat on her pussy, the flaming friction of his cock in her asshole. The ridges of bony stiffness along the sides of his shaft washboarded along her asshole. The whole hot, sloshing zone of her cunt and ass vibrated to the heavy thrumming of his meat.
Slap! Slap! The sound of the strap and the swing of the prisoner's balls against her cunt merged. Linda felt the orgasm in her asshole increase. Her cunt sucked air, winking open and closing again like a red-lined camera shutter. The peak approached, then threw waves of release along her nerves, but still the prisoner fucked at her asshole.
Linda wanted to scream, but she couldn't even breathe. The ramming fuckstrokes of the prisoner's cock bounced her pelvis against the edge of the table. The enlisted man's weight mashed her down onto the wood. The colonel was tearing her nipples off. Guitierrez whipped the prisoner faster and harder. The big empty room echoed with the constant slap, slap, slap of leather on the man's ass and the man's belly on Linda. His balls flogged cream out of her cunt, spattering the oily juice along her thighs, spraying dribbling fluid onto the floor.
Between sweat and assgrease and cuntal cream, Linda's whole body was slick as a seal's. She squirmed, and the tabletop was wet. She bucked, and the meaty sound of the prisoner's belly on her ass slapped like a fish on water. Linda panted, and she sounded like a chugging locomotive. She twisted like a worm on a hook, milking sensation from his cock and balls as if her life depended on it.
In spite of the slashing blows of the strap, the prisoner slowed. The meaty bar of captive prick in her asshole swelled even larger. The velvety walls of her asstube felt his glans flare wider. With another slap of his belly on her ass, Linda felt the knob hit something deep inside her bowels. The kink at the top of the tube felt like a dozen knives carved into it. The lining of her ass stretched obscenely toward her lungs. It pulled from the mouth of her asshole upward. It was lost in her middle. The tearing in her guts accelerated her second charge of orgasmic feeling. Linda wanted it all to crest at once, the pain in her tits, the juicy, ball-slapped sliding of her cuntlips on her clit, the piercing, reaming, ramming thrusts of the prick in her ass.
The prisoner grunted. The load of heat in his prick forced him to slow. Not even the two-handed slashes of the lieutenant's strap could make him move faster. His prick pulled outward. Linda's guts sucked down behind the knob. Only the head of the prisoner's cock stayed in her asshole. The flaring wings of his glans pulled against the inside of her rectum, urging her innards out. Linda hunched her ass back and forth in hurried, fluttering strokes. Every tug against the mouth of her asshole made the tension in her belly increase.
With a bestial grunt, the prisoner shoved more cock deep into her ass. The lining tore deep inside Linda's belly. The prickhead hit the kink inside like a freight train smashing into the side of a mountain. Linda screamed with the cataclysmic force of the explosion in her ass.
Thick, spurting masses of come conquered the thong around the man's prick. They hit the tortured lining of Linda's asshole like jets of liquid fire. Linda's cunt spasmed shut, clenching down on aching emptiness. Her asshole wrung at the pounding mass of the prisoner's cock. Linda went into cunty convulsions, twisting and writhing like a madwoman under the weight of the enlisted soldier. The prisoner still rammed at her flailing ass.
And the colonel still tortured her tits. His fingers dug into the sides of the mounds, bruising the tender tissues. Linda beat her head against the table. She felt bruises rising, but they were nothing compared to the heat in her ass and the spasming hunger in her cunt.
The lightning jolts of heat in her cunt amplified the fury in her ass. Linda's mind centered in the three hot spots of her crotch. Her clit shot rockets of heat along her nerves. Her cunthole screamed for prick. Her ass wrenched around the hard, hot jerks of the prisoner's cock.
With a whistling underhand slash, the strap curled under her belly. The wide leather band mashed her cuntlips around her clit. Stars burst in Linda's brain. The shattering addition to her orgasm made her sure she was dead. No body could stand the excess of pained pleasure that her loins quivered against. She curled away from the table. The cuffs dug into her wrists. Her bruised tits showed, and the colonel slapped at the mounds. The prisoner's cock started to pull out.
"Nooooo!" Linda wailed. She needed that prick, needed the fullness in her ass, at least until the awesome waves of her come let her go. The whole unnatural process was wasted if she couldn't squeeze her asstube around the still-dribbling meat.
The outward motion stopped. Just for a moment, a last drop of sperm forced the prisoner to shove forward again. The ringing slap of the whip against her cunt and the prisoner's balls made him fall away.
Linda screamed and wailed. Rage and frustration filled her. She kept coming. The smashing rhythms of her orgasm were broken. The hot signals overloaded her system. Her brain rebelled.
The wide flare of the knob had tugged her asshole outward. She tried to keep the lascivious heat of that instant in her mind. Linda spat curses at the colonel, at the prisoner, at everyone and everything that came to mind. Her asshole still fluttered, as empty now as her cunt. She jerked uselessly. Guitierrez pulled the man away. Linda pounded her chained body against the table.
Slowly, her shackled legs relaxed. Her arms straightened, dangling in the handcuffs. Her whole body sagged, stretched by gravity into a puddle of sweaty, come-filled flesh. The angry red faded from her pussymouth and the sides of her rectum. When at last the colonel unhanded her tits, Linda was deserted. A bubble of air escaped from her cunt. Semen trickled to fill her clit-fold. Linda's sobs faded and she passed into the sleep of total exhaustion. She never felt the handcuffs loosen or the hands that carried her back to her cell.