by Tessa Valmur
The men chorused their approval and Tanya could only watch, as Julietta was cut down then dragged across to the table. Forced down onto her back the soldiers spreadeagled her arms and legs and bound them with ropes to the corners of the table.
The Sergeant walked across to where he could stand beside the table and look down at Julietta who in turn glared contemptuously at him.
We have been planning the ambush and arrest of your father for many weeks and for many months before that my men knew they were chosen for this task and they knew that although there were risks there would be rewards: you and your older sister. In a few days’ time you’ll be taken to the district Governor but until then the men know that they can enjoy your company as their reward for their good work. They have all been eagerly awaiting your arrival and a couple of willing local girls have helped them to prepare a welcome drink for you.’
‘What do you mean?’ Julietta looked nervously around her as the men encircled the table. One of them held a plastic funnel, another a bottle and a third a jug.
‘Let’s just say that every evening every man has fantasised about taking your body. Can you image how exciting that prospect must be to them? Well, it was not difficult to find a couple of local girls to help the men relieve their pent up desire for you and every last drop has been saved so that you can savour its taste.’
The Sergeant laughed and so did the men and Tanya watched spellbound as one of the men now held Julietta’s upturned head still whilst another forced her mouth open and a third man forced the spout of the funnel past her lips and teeth and into her mouth.
Struggle as she might Julietta could do nothing to stop the men carrying on with what they had planned for her. Tanya watched as Julietta struggled helplessly against the ropes that held her arms and legs outstretched. Several men kept her head held still and the man with the bottle moved forward.
‘A little brandy to relax you,’ announced the Sergeant and he nodded affirmatively to the men. A firm hand tightened around Julietta’s chin to keep her still and Tanya watched a stream of amber liquid spill from the bottle into the funnel.
Julietta’s young body arched and twisted but her head remained firmly held still and Tanya watched as a she was forced to swallow the brandy. After a few seconds the man with the bottle stepped aside and he was replaced by the man with the jug. When he tipped the earthenware vessel over the funnel Tanya saw a viscous milky fluid dribble into the funnel. The man upended the jar and a steady stream of the mixture poured into the funnel.
‘We decided that you’d as likely bite any man who was foolhardy enough to force his cock in your pretty mouth so the men decided it would be better to save as much as the local girls could milk from them during the last few weeks and you would be given it to drink this way instead!’
Tanya could see Julietta desperately trying to escape what she was being subject to but her position was hopeless. Even when she refused to swallow, the men had only to pinch her nostrils closed and soon enough she was forced to gulp down the men’s come, knowing that until she’d swallowed it all she would be starved of breath. A moment later, the jug empty and the funnel removed, the men stood back. Julietta turned her head sideways and coughed repeatedly then she was panting hard as she recovered her breath. A little milky come dribbled from the side of her mouth. She looked exhausted, shaken and bitterly humiliated.
‘Now she must be nicely refreshed, I am sure she’s ready and willing to service you all.’
‘You bastards, you’re never going to get away with this!’ Catherina shouted from where she hung tethered to the roof beam.
‘Be quiet or else you’ll regret it,’ the Sergeant warned.
‘You’re going to rot in hell for this, when my father gets free he’s going to hunt down every last one of you who touched either of us!’
‘Someone silence the bitch and teach her some manners,’ ordered the Sergeant.
Tanya watched silently as two of the soldiers strode across to where Catherina was dangling from her outstretched arms. One of the men forced a rag into Catherina’s protesting mouth and the other man drew a scarf across her mouth and tied it tight at her nape. The men then took two long canes and took it in turns to deliver stinging blows against Catherina’s thighs and buttocks. At first the defiant girl tried to kick the men as they stepped forward to deliver the punishment but the men simply kept to opposite sides of her and one would feint, drawing Julietta’s attention and the other would then step in, deliver a blow and step back before the feisty girl could try to deliver a kick. After a dozen blows, her thighs were criss-crossed with red lines and Catherina was no longer trying to defend herself. She was gazing despairingly at the scene before her, her eyes moist with tears and each time a fresh blow was delivered she gave a gag muffled cry of anguish.
‘That will do, she’ll not be any more trouble now.’
The caning stopped and the men all turned their attention back to Julietta who was untied from the bench and rolled over onto her belly. The men then pulled her by her thrashing legs down the table until the edge of the bench was against her slim waist. Once more her arms were drawn to full stretch and the ropes around her wrists pulled tight and the other ends fastened again to the table legs at the far end.
Tanya looked at the plight the young girl was in and knew that she was in for a merciless couple of hours at the hands of the dozen men that filled the hut. It occurred to her that if all twelve men took it in turns with her, it would probably be more than Julietta could cope with and coupled with this Tanya realised that she actually envied Julietta for what she was about to experience. Tanya had experienced Miles and his two colleagues mercilessly subjecting her to an anal shafting that had lasted an hour or more. She felt certain she could take anything these men could subject her to and if she could persuade them to use her body as well as Julietta’s it might save the young girl from such a protracted suffering. At the back of Tanya’s mind too was that if she could be seen to be trying to help the girls then if they did ever get rescued by Ricardo or his men, she might be rewarded in some way.
‘Wait!’ Tanya called out. ‘That table’s long enough for you to tie down two girls at a time, why don’t you tie me down as well?’
The men were stunned by her suggestion. It was a moment before the Sergeant spoke.
‘You little slut, you want to get shafted too, don’t you? Is that what you want?’
‘She’ll not last if you all try to take a turn with her and what fun will it be if she faints half way through?’ Tanya asked.
‘The English girl has a point. Untie her and get her over here. If she wants to suffer alongside the Rueda girl, then let her!’
A handful of the soldiers untied Tanya and dragged her across to the table and taking to her the opposite end to where Julietta was tied down they forced Tanya to bend from the waist over the table. Tanya’s arms were jerked out in front of her and she found she was facing Julietta, only a few feet of the long table separating them and their arms in fact drawn parallel to each others’.
‘Tie their arms together as well,’ ordered the Sergeant. ‘They obviously want to be as close to each other as possible, let each of them feel the other struggling as we use them.’
More ropes were wound around the girls’ arms drawing them together and then the ropes were pulled tight and knotted so that Tanya’s own hands were almost against Julietta’s shoulders and Tanya could feel Julietta’s fingertips brushing her own biceps.
The red briefs that Tanya wore were torn from her and she felt someone run their hands appreciatively down her bare thighs. Looking ahead past Julietta’s nervous face she could see one of the soldiers move behind the girl and dropping his combat fatigues without any preamble he drove his cock into Julietta’s trembling body making her jerk and writhe against the ropes that held her down. A moment later and Tanya felt her own legs forcibly spre
ad and a cock was speared into her sex.
‘It’ll be interesting to see which of them begs for us to stop first; though I think we all know which it‘ll be,’ the Sergeant smiled cruelly at Julietta. The young girl was already struggling as the first man to take her was deliberately shafting her with as much force as he could, his hands firmly on the girl’s waist as she writhed helplessly under him. Two of the other soldiers held the girl’s thighs apart and pressed against the edge of the table and they had each of Julietta’s slender legs trapped between their own so her struggling amount to nothing.
By the time the girls had each been fucked by three men they were both desperate to be given a respite. The soldiers were cruelly ruthless and delighted in seeing the girls struggle as they assaulted their defenceless bodies. They gave them no pause between each man taking his turn and when Julietta begged the men not to be so hard on her they only laughed with relish at her sobbing and pleading. As she struggled more desperately as a fourth man took his turn with her, her reward was to have a stout wooden stick forced lengthways between her jaws. Lengths of slender rope were bound around each end and these were pulled behind her head and wound together. The man who had just started to fuck her took hold of the rope as if it were the rein of a horse and with it he forced Julietta’s head back, dragging a groan from her. Julietta looked pitifully at Tanya but there was nothing either girl could do now to help the other.
After each girl had been forced to submit to six soldiers there only remained the Sergeant and he chose to use Julietta’s exhausted and aching body to slake his sexual appetites. Tanya was forced to watch whilst once again Julietta was subjected to a cruelly hard shafting. This completed, the girls were then untied and dragged back across the room to below the beam from which they had been earlier strung up. Tanya’s poor breasts throbbed painfully because they had not untied the ropes that constricted them and so when she was forced down against the bench, her already aching tits were painfully trapped and squashed underneath her. By the time the ordeal was at an end her breasts ached more than her pussy but worse was yet to come.
‘Crotch rope the Rueda girl but run the rope ends over the beam and tie them off nice and tight to the ropes binding the English girl’s tits,’ the Sergeant ordered. ‘Bind the English girl’s hair with a cord and pull it over the beam and tie it around the other girl’s tits. Lets see which of them gives in first!’
Five minutes later and Tanya was tethered, her back against Julietta’s, each girl’s arms outstretched above them and roped to the beam. Worse though were the Sergeant’s instructions, which had been executed with cruel pleasure by his men.
Tanya’s long blonde hair had been gathered into a ponytail and separated into two lengths. Plaited together the men had woven a cord into her hair and tossed the cord over the beam. The other end was drawn painfully tight around first one of Julietta’s breasts and then the other. Where the rope sank into her crotch the men had tied it into knots and one of these was sunk against her vulva making her squirm feverishly. The rope that pulled tightly up under her legs was, as the Sergeant instructed, pulled over the beam then each end was knotted to the rope that bound Tanya’s breasts. Both girls’ feet barely touched the floorboards. Desperate to relieve the acute pain of the cord pulling her hair and the rope pulling her breasts, Tanya struggled desperately against the ropes but the more she eased the pain she was in the more Julietta was made to suffer and the more pain she was subjected to the more urgently she struggled and in turn subjected Tanya to more distress. Eventually Julietta’s strength proved greater and Tanya, exhausted from the whole ordeal, was subjected to the relentless pull of the rope against her throbbing breasts and the equally painful sensation of having her hair pulled upwards.
After perhaps half an hour of such torment, the soldiers cut the girls ropes and both tumbled exhausted to the floor where they lay dazed and tearful.
‘Get me some palm oil and get the Rueda girl back over the bench,’ the Sergeant ordered.
From where Tanya lay she watched as two men caught hold of Julietta’s slender arms and dragged her across to the table. Once more she was forced up against the edge of it and made to lie face down against the bare wood. Two men held her arms outstretched and a third pulled a sack over her head. With the belt from his combat fatigues the man drew the sackcloth snug around the girls head and he buckled the belt close around her neck. Tanya looked on horrified, hoping that the material was loosely woven enough to allow Julietta to breathe once she’d used up what air was trapped inside the hood that completely enveloped her now thrashing head.
Standing behind Julietta, the Sergeant poured some palm oil over the base of the struggling girl’s back and watched it trickle down between the firm globes of her buttocks. He then used his hands to draw them apart and, rubbing his cock against the oil slick skin, he then drove his shaft into Julietta’s anus. Tanya heard Julietta give a cry and her whole body convulsed and writhed. The Sergeant grasped her narrow waist, eased his cock almost completely from her rear passage than rammed it back home. Tanya watched from where she lay on the floor whilst the man calmly sodomised the defenceless girl who soon seemed to stop struggling. When it was over and the man pulled his spent cock from her body the belt that was around Julietta’s neck was loosened and the sack pulled from around her head. Julietta was unconscious but when the men let go of her arms and she dropped to the floor, Tanya was relieved to see the girl still had life in her body as she struggled weakly to move. Not wanting to risk suffocating the girl the Sergeant had previously cut a few small holes in the sack.
‘Take the older sister to the Lieutenant, he’ll be ready for her now,’ the Sergeant ordered, ‘the younger one can be tied up and left to rest. As for the English girl, she can be treated to whatever torture amuses any of you, but she’s not expendable so make sure you don’t get too carried away.’
Tanya watched the Sergeant turn and walk out of the hut. Once he was gone a couple of the soldiers came and stood over her. One of them crouched down and fingered the rope that was still bound in a figure of eight around Tanya’s painfully swollen and now purple breasts.
‘Please...untie the rope...hurts so much,’ Tanya looked sorrowfully wide-eyed, begging the soldier who smiled sympathetically at her before turning to one of the other men and saying something which Tanya couldn’t of course understand.
‘Please... what are you going to do to me?’ Tanya asked nervously as two of the soldiers lifted her by the arms and marched her across to one wall. Binding each of her wrists with slender cords that dug painfully tight into her skin the men fed the loose ends of the cords through old iron hooks that hung from the wall and pulling on the cords they forced Tanya’s arms a little above her head and spread-eagled with her back pressed up against the wall. The cords were knotted securely fast, leaving Tanya with her arms dragged almost to full stretch out to each side of her. Meanwhile some of the soldiers had cut down Catherina from where she had been tied throughout the other girls’ ordeals and they marched her out of the hut. Julietta had her arms bound behind her back and her ankles tied together and she was left on a pile of stale straw in one corner of the hut.
The majority of the soldiers now gathered before where Tanya was tied up against the wall. She gazed down dispiritedly at her poor breasts bound by the cruelly tight rope and then she looked up at the men stood before her. Whilst she’d learnt to enjoy playing the sexual submissive since she’d first gone to work at Scawder Lodge, she was now feeling pushed beyond what she imagined she could normally endure and secretly enjoy. This was no game these men were indulging in with her and now as she realised that despite the pain she was in from the rope that had remained tightly binding her breasts for too long now, she knew that the men had no intention of relieving her of her suffering but were in fact about to torment her still further.
Chapter Nineteen
Miles looked with satisfaction at Becky as she lay
spread-eagle on his bed. She was wearing short white socks and a lacy white bra and matching briefs. Her tanned arms were extended above her head and drawn to the top corners of his double bed. Her slim wrists were bound with leather cuffs and these were tied to the tubular metal frame of the bed head. The young girl’s legs were also drawn to the bottom corners of the bed and secured with similar leather cuffs. The symmetry of her slender limbs reminded Miles of a starfish. Becky lifted her head a little, straining to work out where he was. As well as having tied her down, Miles had blindfolded her.
‘What are you going to do to me?’ she asked, her tone, rather than sounding anxious, betrayed her eagerness.
‘I can’t tell you that, it would spoil then fun,’ Miles answered.
Becky wiggled her bottom against the crisp cotton of the sheet expectantly. Miles stood for a moment just savouring the sight of the now helpless young girl and reflecting on how fortunate he had been to win her and how eager she had been to surrender herself so completely to him. Just like Tanya before her, Becky was a natural submissive and he marvelled at how she could actually seemingly savour such pain as he meted out to her.
He recalled the time he and Sturmberger had her in his friend’s basement; strapped into Frederick’s gynaecologist’s chair she had been utterly at their mercy and isolated from any possible help in the soundproof basement, the men could have done anything to her. As it was having softened her up with a whipping to her thighs and giving her a good shafting, Becky had been subjected only to some measured pussy torture. Miles had been content at this point simply to watch his friend at work. Sturmberger had a penchant for such things and had refined the sexual torture of young women down to quite an art form. Miles had watched Becky, strapped firmly down in the big leather chair, writhe as best she could as she was made to suffer. Sturmberger had fastened metal clasps to the labia and from fine metal chains attached to the clasps he had hung some weights. He had allowed Miles to test the weight of the little metal spheres before telling him to let go of them. With the weights dangling freely, the chains had snapped taut and the men watched as the clasps pulled the girls’ labia, making her cry out in distress.
