by Powerone
She was exhausted, but he finally swelled inside her, Alina not sure where all his cum came from, her insides bathed with the hot juices. And she had cum with him, humping her pussy up and down the evil device, this time it not ruining her orgasm. She was exhausted after they both came, but she used what little strength she had left to finally squeeze his cock out, a loud pop as it pushed out her abused hole. She finally felt the relief as his cum oozed out her asshole.
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Monika still had the hood on, blocking off her view. She heard voices and the sound of boots in the hallway. Fingers fondled her casually, her breast thrust out between the bars, her skin finally warming the iron bars. Her nipples were teased by calloused fingers, rubbing back and forth over them until they sprang to life. What was worse was the fingers that slid between her legs, the wide spread of her legs leaving her open and vulnerable. Large fingers slid between her lips, Monika ashamed that they found her wet.
"Puta.” The soldier teased the American, his fingers plucking at her nipples until they grew hard. His hand slid down through her bush, his fingers forcing apart her lips, not surprised to find her wet. Americans were all slut, only wanting a cock to satisfy them. Two fingers found her pussy hot and tight, sliding in and out, her body already moving in rhythm with his thrusts. He had to leave, hoping he could come back and enjoy her before they let her go. Or maybe the lovely Romanian slut they had in the cell tied face down on the cot. He would love to ride his cock up her ass.
Ernesto Lopez was the head of the Cuban resistance. His parents had been killed by Castro when he came into power, but not before they were tortured in one of Fidel's prisons. He vowed from that day to revenge them, growing up with a hatred that only intensified as he grew older and more powerful. He had connections with the American's, especially with their C.I.A. That is how he got involved with Michael. He was surprised when he was allowed into the country, clearly Castro must know that he was a C.I.A. agent. There was something that he didn't know, and that's what he intended to find out. His men had followed all of Michael's members since they arrived, shadowing Castro's spies that were doing the same. The only one that showed promise was Monika. She seemed to have connections with Castro's government, though he couldn't find out how or why she did. They had lost track of her twice, once the night of the ball, Monika disappearing into the bowels of the El Capitolio Nacional building. And strangely enough a second time in the same place, but this time she was seen with General Miguel Borges Pérez, one of Castro's most entrusted Generals. She would reappear magically later on as if nothing had happened. Ernesto rubbed his cock at the thought of the young, American girl hanging naked and spread in one of his cells, waiting for him. Not only would he interrogate her, but he would also enjoy her charms.
Ernesto walked down the long hallway, his boots clicking on the hard floors. He saw the light of the cell, a lovely naked breast peeking out from between the bars. He stood in front of her, not saying a word, his eyes raping her naked body as he checked her out. Nice tits, hard nipples, one of his men must have passed through and teased them into their erect state. A nice bush, glistening in the bright lights, the same man must have enticed her juices from her pussy. He could see the way her head moved, she sensed him, but did hot know for sure that he was here. He walked quietly into her cell, the door left open, it wasn't that she could escape. He walked behind her, a lovely ass greeting his eyes. The muscles of her legs and thighs were taut, the wide spread of her legs forcing her onto her toes to relive some of the pain in her arms, but he could see she was tiring already. Her body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat, making her look even more sensuous. Her cheeks were clenched tight as though she sensed where his eyes were staring, but could do little to protect her pussy from his gaze.
She heard the footsteps coming closer and then they stopped. She could almost feel the eyes burning into her naked body. Was it the same one that touched her not long ago? Was he back for more? She heard him moving almost silently, the hood over her head making her other senses more acute. She was sure he was behind her, Monika tightening her ass cheeks, trying to protect the final modesty of her ass. She was sure that Michael would take her last virginity from her, not wanting it to be snatched by a ruffian rebel. Her body jerked when she felt it, a light touch, almost like a feather gliding up and down her side, Monika moving to escape it but it followed her every gyration. She felt goose bumps appear on her flesh, her nipples springing to life, throbbing as they grew harder.
Ernesto teased his finger along her side, up and down from her hip, all the way up to her armpit, sliding over the sensitive skin as her body shook in the tight bondage, her breasts doing a lovely dance as they bounced so provocatively. He moved to the other side, repeating the process until her body moved back and forth.
The touch was soft, not what she was expecting. The last one touched her with the finesse of a gorilla, this one was actually making her excited, though Monika hated to admit it. His touch teased along the soft swell of her breast, sliding back and forth, Monika pushing her breast out farther, trying to thrust her nipple into the path of the teasing touch. She felt a delicious pain, it must be a finger with a very sharp nail, sliding back and forth around her breast as it moved in close to her areola. She could only imagine how she must look, offering up her breast to his touch like a whore in heat. But Miguel had unleashed something dark from inside her, the tight bondage exciting her more than she cared to admit.
Ernesto's fingers slid lightly beneath her breasts, his body only inches from hers, not wanting her to feel him yet. His fingers glided over the firm flesh of her breasts, hefting them up. His fingers teased close to her areola, taking one ragged nail and tracing it around the dark flesh until bumps appeared, but he refused to touch her nipples in spite of how much she tried to move her tits against his fingers, moving out of the way each time. He had something better than his fingers. He picked up one of the toys he had brought with him. The shiny metal clamp shone brightly, the long chain hanging down to a two more clamps with chains attached in a Y. He opened the clamp, the serrated edges meant to bite deep, making it almost impossible to pull off, but also very painful. After the initial sharp pain wore off, it would still leave a dull ache that would only worsen with just the slightest touch. He walked around in front of the cell, wanting to enjoy the way her body reacted when he put the jewelry on her body. He looked at her nipples, the tips so hard and pointed they looked as though they were begging for the clamps, Ernesto more than accommodating.
She heard him moving, the sound getting distant, then closer again. She could almost feel his breath on her breasts. He was in front of her. She wanted so much for him to touch her nipples, thrusting out her bare breasts into his face. A hand touched one breast, almost as if holding it, Monika's holding her breath, hoping for his touch. “EEEEWWWWW!” It was a far cry from what she was expecting. It felt like her nipple was crushed in a vise, sharp, burning pain racing through her breast and shooting to her brain. She shook her breasts but that only aggravated the pain, stopping, even a deep breath made it hurt more. “It hurts!"
Ernesto opened the clamp wide, placing it around her hard nipple without touching it. He released the clamp, the serrated edge biting into the brown flesh of her nipple, pinching down, the flesh crushed beneath the unyielding metal. He loved her scream and the way she shook her breasts as if she could somehow throw it off. Her breathing was ragged as she stopped moving, finally coming to the realization that any movement only made it worse. “Of course it does Monika. And now for the other."
He spoke to her. And she felt his hand on her other breast, her body taut as she waited for the pain. It took only a second, another scream tore from her lips as the terrible pain in her nipple raced through her body. She couldn't even breathe just the rise and fall of her breasts from this simple task made the pain ignite one hundred times. “No more,” she begged him, but she couldn't even see his face. She felt the tug on her nipples, pushing her breasts out i
n hope of relieving some of the pain. But the more she arched her back, the more the strain on whatever was biting into her nipple flesh.
"Do I have your attention Monika?” He tugged on the chains one more time, a gasp from her lips each time the clamps dug deeper into her flesh.
Each time she felt some relief, she would feel a tug and then the pain would intensify. She wasn't sure what was on her nipples, all she knew was the pain. “Yeees,” she stammered from the pain. “What do you want?"
"I have two clamps on your nipples Monika. Very sharp clamps as you can feel. They are all connected by a lovely chain. One tug and it sets them all into motion, and you know what that feels like. And I have one more before we will talk. That way I will have your full cooperation."
She had never felt such a thing. If she didn't move the pain went to a dull ache, her nipples throbbing beneath the metal that kept them imprisoned. And he had one more, Monika afraid where that would go. Then she felt his fingers between her legs, the bondage keeping her open and vulnerable, none more than now, his fingers touching her intimately, Monika not knowing where he would clamp, though Monika was afraid of any of the possibilities. “NOOOO!” She felt his fingers coaxing her clit from its protective hood, his fingertip squeezing it at the base until it popped out, his finger rubbing it until it grew erect like a tiny cock. He couldn't do it to her clit, that was her pleasure button. “Not there. I'll do anything,” she begged.
"Yes, you will do anything once I clamp it. But that way I will have your undivided attention. Such a big clit you have Monika. So much better for the clamp. It will bite deep in it.” He opened the jaws of the clamp wide and placed it over her exposed clit. He let the jaws slowly close, feeling her body jerk from the first touch of the cold metal on her sensitive organ. Her inhuman scream rang out in the cell, bouncing off the hard walls. Her body shook as she struggled under the terrible pain, Ernesto enjoying her pain.
She felt her clit swell when the cold metal touched it, her body betraying her. The pain was horrific, Monika screaming as the clamp felt like it was tearing into her clit. It hurt so much she almost threw up, shaking as the pain laced up her spine to her brain. She could only hope that the pain would die down to the terrible ache in her nipples, anything better than what she felt now. “No more, please."
"Now we can talk.” Ernesto grabbed the end of the chains, pulling the slack from them until the clamps danced to attention. “Now that's not so bad, is it? If you hold real still it wouldn't hurt much."
She felt the tension in the clamps increase, sure he was pulling the chains. She braced for the pain, relieved when it didn't come.
"Now tell me who you know in Castro's government. For such a young girl, never having been to Cuba before you have a wide circle of friends."
"I don't know anyone. I was never here before.” She answered quickly.
Ernesto yanked the chains hard, a shrill scream filling the air of the damp cells, her nipples and clit dancing like a doll in the hand of a puppeteer. “I don't believe you Monika. Maybe you want to tell me the truth this time.” He yanked the chain one more time for effect.
It felt like he was tearing her clit and nipples off, the pain lacing through her body. A second time he tugged only made it worse. She couldn't take much of this, afraid he would tear her clit off. “I met El Presidente,” she blurted out.
"You met Fidel Castro?” He released the tension in the chain.
"Yes,” her body trembling, waiting for him to tug on the chain again.
"When?” What was special about this girl?
"The night of the ball. He sent for me and I met in him a private room. We smoked a cigar together.” She didn't tell him anymore.
"What interest does Fidel have in you Monika?” He tugged the chains until the slack went out of them.
"My mother. He knew my mother many years ago. Before I was born. I guess he just wanted to meet me.” She felt the chain grow taut again, afraid of not answering truthfully.
"And have you met him again?’ He tugged harder on the chain until he felt it pull on her clit and nipple, a gasp coming from Monika's lips.
"No,” she answered truthfully, though she was sure that he watched her when she was chained to the rack by Miguel.
"And General Perez. Did he know your mother also?"
"He saved me for a strip search at the airport. And he brought me to meet El Presidente."
Ernesto gave the chains a good tug, especially the one attached to her clit. He watched the tiny bud yanked harshly out of shape, Monika screaming in pain. “Is that all?"
She was ashamed to answer, but her clit felt like it was being torn off. “He took me to the dungeons below El Capitolio Nacional." She didn't want to say anymore.
"So the most important General of the Castro regime is a tour director for visiting American girls. You better start telling me all the truth before you lose your clit forever.” He tugged a bit harder, watching the tiny organ straining, the hard metal biting painfully into the red organ.
"He chained me in the rack.” She paused while she got the courage to say the rest. “Then he masturbated me."
"So the General likes the young body of the American. And what did you do for the General? He is not known for being denied his pleasure. Especially when he has a captive audience."
"A cock was forced into my mouth.” Or three, though she didn't mention the others that might have been in her mouth.
"So the General took you in your mouth. I hope you were very accommodating.” He released the tension in the chains. “Are you going to see El President or the General again soon?"
She ignored his other comment. “Probably,” or at least Monika hoped she would.
Michael nodded to Ernesto to put on his hood. He did, Ernesto moving behind Monika. He slipped the hood off of her head, a lovely face greeting him, a luscious set of lips reminding him of what she did for the General.
She felt the chains falling, tugging on her clip and nipples as they swung back and forth before they stopped. At least no one was at the end of them. She felt the hood slipping over her head, the bright lights leaving her temporarily blinded until she adjusted to the lights. Then she saw him, Michael standing in front of her. Naked. And he wasn't bound like she was. She turned to see someone behind her, his face covered with a hood like the one that came off of her head, now curled up on the floor. “Michael. Help me."
Ernesto put his hands on her hips, pushing his hips forward until his cock rubbed against her naked ass cheeks. “Such a nice ass on this one Michael. Have you had her there yet?” He moved his hips from side to side, his cock throbbing for relief.
"No, she's still a virgin there. I think. Monika did the General take the virginity of your asshole. Or did you just suck his cock?” He couldn't believe what had come out of her mouth. She had met Castro. And General Perez. And he tied her up and masturbated her, making her take his cock in her mouth. And by the sound of her voice, it sounded like she enjoyed it all. This was not the Monika that he thought he knew. Was there a dark desire that he knew little of?
She was offended by Michael's comment, but she was more offended that it seemed like Michael was part of the rebels. While she suspected that the U.S. government supported the rebels, she didn't know how Michael was mixed up in this whole thing. “No, he didn't touch me there,” she said curtly.
"Maybe I should let my cock snuggle deep in that virgin hole,” Ernesto pushing his cock hard against her cheeks, feeling her futile attempt to keep her cheeks clenched tight. As if that would protect her virgin asshole. His hands slid around her waist and up to cup her tits, making the clamps come alive as they bounced up and down, her ass pushing back against his hard cock as he ignited pain in her body.
"You're a patriot, aren't you Monika?"
It was a strange question, but she was trying to ignore the man behind her. “I guess. I don't support everything the government does, but I do enjoy living in a country that is free.” Her nipples hurt as he bo
unced her breasts, but at least he wasn't touching her clit clamp. “Do you work for the government?” That is not what she meant, she knew he had worked for the government on and off for years. “I mean the C.I.A or F.B.I, or wherever the spies work for."
"Yes, though I will deny that I ever said it. And Ernesto is a friend of our government."
She heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down and feared for the loss of the virginity of her ass. She felt him snuggle up against her as if they were lovers, this time Monika feeling hot flesh pushed against her ass cheeks, only making Monika clench her cheeks even tighter. “Are you spying here?” Could General Miguel have known this and was just using her to get to Michael?
"A much more complex mission Monika. And much more important. Castro has run this country for too long, his people suffering under his rule. We have tried to liberate his people many times, none successful. The power in Washington know the only way to overthrow Castro is with his death.” He paused for a moment, letting the truth sink in.
"And you can help us Monika. For some unknown reason, you have access to the very man we despise so much. You could help us eliminate this ruthless despot.” Ernesto's hands went down to her hips, sliding her ass back, his cock jutting out in front. He gripped his cock, sliding it between her spread legs until he found her wet pussy. “See if you can be as accommodating to me as you were to General Perez.” He pushed with his cock until he found her pussy, the head of his cock entering the tight hole. She was drenched, maybe the General had found her secret.
They were talking about killing a leader of a country all the while the one behind her was readying to fuck her. She felt a thick cock splitting her pussy lips apart, finding her pussy and beginning to enter her. She was ashamed at how wet she was, his cock finding entrance too easy. She bowed out her thighs as she found her pussy impaled on a hard and demanding cock, pushing deep into her body until she could say words again. He began to fuck her immediately. “You want me to kill someone? Are you crazy? What am I to do, pull a gun on him and pull the trigger? What kind of a person do you think I am?” She could never do such a thing, even for her country. She was being distracted by the cock that was fucking her, the time with Miguel when she was bound reliving in her brain, tugging on the chains that kept her spread open to be fucked from behind only exciting her.
