Mexican Rebel Sex Slaves

by Powerone

  Her head was thrown back, the Sergeant gripping her hair tightly, arching her head back until she was staring at the ceiling. She felt the paddle slip under her breasts, the Doctor pushing upward, her breasts feeling like they were about to be served up on a platter. She could see the belt out of the corner of her eye, gliding effortlessly through the air. She heard the sickening splat as it slammed into her thrust up breasts, the paddle making them absorb the full impact of the blow. She screamed, the sharp shrill of her voice bouncing off the walls as the intense pain registered in her brain. Her breasts felt like they were on fire. Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to suck in air. "NNNNOO!" She screamed again as she saw the belt flying through the air, this time from the other side, her breasts again its target. She felt her breasts pushed up into the air to meet the leather, the thud of the belt hitting flesh making her stomach sick, the pain following quickly. How could they do such a thing? A woman’s breasts were tender, not to be beaten and whipped. All she could feel was the throbbing and burning of her flesh.

  "The nipples, do the nipples with your belt Sergeant," the General wanting her nipples to suffer the painful touch of the thin leather belt.

  Angela trembled as they posed her breasts, the paddle used to arch them upward, her nipples prominently displayed, so vulnerable. Her tear filled eyes watched as the Sergeant swung the belt sideways to catch one of her nipples straight on, slapping the hard, swollen tip into her breast flesh. The pain was immediate and intense, the delicate nub slapped harshly with the unyielding leather. She screamed as he moved to the other side, feeling her other breast served up for the terrible belt, posed and prepared for the belt as it swung again, striking the pink tip with unbelievable force. She thought they were going to burst, the pain shooting out from the tips to run up her spine. She felt them throbbing, the pain intensifying, sure they were swollen and bruised irreparably.

  "Again," the General ordered, the Doctor using the paddle to lift them up again, the Sergeant accurate in his swing, twice more her nipples were subject to the cruel lash of the leather belt, twice more she screamed in pain as they inflicted the harsh punishment. The General moved in front of her, his hands moving up to cup her breasts almost delicately, hefting the large tits in his hands, his fingers rolling the tips, seeing her cringe in pain as he touched the red, swollen nipples. "It's a shame to ruin such lovely tits Angela. All you have to do is agree to spread your pussy for us and give us all a good fuck." He smiled, hoping that she would still not agree, his cock loving the sound of the leather hitting her young flesh.

  Even though she was in such pain she had no intention in giving in, not after what she had already suffered. She wouldn't give up her virginity to the fat General. "Never!"

  The General smiled, pleased at her response. His hands slid down her body, over her naked hips now covered with a glistening of sweat, feeling her ass cheeks, warm to the touch, the paddle effectively heating them up. He clenched them, feeling her squirm under his touch. "Give me a piece of rope," the Sergeant handing him a length of harsh rope. He began to loop the rope around her upper thigh, making sure that it was tight, seeing her skin bulge around the thick rope. "Hang it over the wooden rafter," the Sergeant throwing it over the beam and pulling the other end of the rope as it hung down.

  Angela was afraid again, her leg already beginning to tingle, the rope too tight. She saw the General smile as the Sergeant pulled on the rope, feeling her leg begin to pull up, struggling to try to stop them, fearing what they planned to do. "NNNO," she screamed as her leg rose up, her foot as high as her other knee, bent outward, her foot hanging uselessly. She could feel her crotch began to spread open, the General moving closer to her, the smell of his cigar breath overpowering.

  The General let his hand run up her sleek inner thigh, the satiny skin lightly covered with sweat as she struggled to get loose, her leg shaking, the rope effectively keeping her spread open for him. He moved higher up her thigh, seeing her pussy lips already parted by the bondage, his eyes looking up at hers. "What a beautiful pussy Angela. It would be a shame to have to whip it until you decide to fuck us. But it will make it a more enjoyable fuck, the pain from your whipped pussy lips will force you to dance on our cocks.” He stroked her pussy, running his fingers over the outer lips, pinching them, making her squirm. He gripped one lip and began to spread it back, gazing down as her pink insides were revealed to the evil men. “What a pretty pussy Angela. You liked it when the Sergeant masturbated you, didn’t you?” He let his finger slide up and down her lips, touching her silky skin, feeling the moisture grow as he touched every inch of her inner lips. “Yes, I can feel you getting wet.”

  “Smack,” the Doctor slapping her hard on the ass with the paddle, shoving her hips forward, the General gripping her sex tightly in his hand. “Yes, again,” he ordered him, his fingers playing with her sex as her ass was beat with the paddle.

  No, she couldn’t be getting wet from the General. The paddle hurt, the metal studs felt like nails driving into her cheeks, but she felt the unmistakable feeling between her legs as the General touched her in places that only the Sergeant had been. His fingers were surprisingly gentle after the brutal beating with the belt. Maybe it was the relief that they had stopped, even though she knew it was only temporary. She could almost enjoy it if it wasn’t for his smell, the stench of his cigar and sweat overpowering. His fingers continued to explore her pussy, fat fingers pulling back her lips, sometimes too harshly, touching her vagina, pushing into the tightly clenched hole, rubbing around the opening, her juices aiding his masturbation. Now she felt the Sergeant behind her, his large hands easily gripping her cheeks tightly, pulling outward, feeling her cheeks spread open, knowing her anus was open and exposed. “Please, not there,” she begged as she felt his fingers move closer to her anus, two thick fingers at each side, pushing in and outward. “AAAAHH,” she moaned as she felt her anus spread open, feeling the burning sensation as her tiny pucker was spread open. She felt a cold, wet finger placed against the hole, feeling her anus spasm on the offending digit, her pussy clenching as she was fingered front and back. She felt so helpless, roped and whipped, her body open and exposed, two men fondling her young body, Angela unable to stop them taking whatever they wanted from her. “UUGGH,” she was suddenly impaled front and back, the General pushing a fat finger into her virgin pussy until it banged against her hymen, the Sergeant thrusting a slick finger into her rectum, massaging the clenching muscle. Her hips jerked back and forth on the duel fingers, driving one inside deeper, resisting, only succeeding in driving the other finger in deeper.

  “I think she is ready. It is so much better to get them wet and aroused. The lash of the belt is much harsher when it hits the flesh.” They both pulled from her orifices, her body fighting to keep them, tightening on them as they slid out her wet holes. “Tie up her ankle first,” the Sergeant tying a rope around her ankle, throwing it over the beam, yanking her ankle up higher then her knee, the plane of her sex now grossly exposed.

  She opened her eyes in time to see them both step back, their hands brandishing the belts again. She could feel the cool air on her wet sex, knowing that her pussy and anus was spread open wide, defenseless and exposed. She knew it was going to hurt, but she couldn’t even fathom the pain from the first lash of the belt. It almost looked like slow motion as the General swung the thick leather belt up from the floor. It seemed to glide through the air and suddenly disappear from her sight. She felt the thud of the leather hitting her directly between her legs. It seemed to push her pussy lips back, the thick leather sliding inside her lips to strike her tender pink pussy, the rough leather strap slapping at the tender skin so harshly. The pain was sudden and intense, growing dizzy, as her brain couldn’t even comprehend the feelings from her sex. It felt like she was ruined for life, a deep burning coming from deep inside her. She screamed, her throat growing hoarse. “EEEEHHHH,” her chest heaving up and down, dancing on one foot, her other foot ha
nging uselessly, her crotch so exposed.

  The Doctor grabbed the belt from the Sergeant, eager to join in. He let the slim belt slide up from the floor behind her back, Angela unprepared from the new assault on her body. It slapped in the vee of her legs, hitting the unprotected perineum, the tip of the belt moving underneath her to slap between her widespread pussy lips, the slim belt delivering a more concentrated blow to her lips, slapping harshly against one side. Her body jumped forward, her leg leaving the ground, swinging in the air as she screamed again. She turned around to confront him, only to feel the lash of the General again, this time lashing sideways, smashing her pussy lip to one side. Her lips were already beginning to swell, the skin taking on a deep red glow. She swung around again, this time the Doctor lashing downward, the tip of the belt slashing at her slightly gaping anus, the tip of the belt hitting the unprotected hole with a force that seem to drive in inside her rectum.

  “GGGod,” she screamed in pain. It felt like a red hot stake was driven up her anus. The tiny hole began to spasm uncontrollably, Angela almost afraid she would have an accident, unable to control her own bodily functions. She felt a trickle of pee run down her thigh, clenching her pussy and anus tight more concerned with the humiliation then the pain of the belt. The belts came quicker now, the two men alternating between slashing at her body, the tips of the belts finding new, unprotected parts of her body each time. She could barely scream any longer, her body a mass of pain radiating from her sex, tears running down her face as she sobbed in pain. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand the pain or how much longer her sex could take the abuse before she was ruined for life. The General stopped, his fingers returning to massage her pussy, Angela jumping at the touch, her pussy too sore, even for a gentle touch. But the Doctor continued to beat her exposed anus, the tiny hole now red and swollen, clenching and unclenching uncontrollably. He even lashed out at her cheeks, red welts making them tender, Angela trembling as she waited for him to return to her anus, a fresh scream torn from her lips when he did. The General had two fat fingers in her vagina, spreading her open, the belt driving her on and off his fingers as if she was fucking them on her own accord.

  “Are you ready to consent to fucking us Angela? Will you grip our cocks with your hot, tight little virgin cunt until we cum inside you? Or would you rather we beat that pretty pussy some more?” The slap of the belt between her legs sent her body onto his fingers, almost busting her cherry.

  “Please, no more,” Angela sobbed, suddenly surrendering her virginity, unable to stand the pain any longer.

  “Tell us what you are going to do Angela,” the Judge urged her, wanting her to say it aloud. The belt lashed out at her again.

  “Fuck me!” She screamed in pain. “I’ll fuck your big cocks,” the belt lashing her pussy again. “Take my virginity!”

  “Good girl Angela. But first I think we’ll bust your cherry. The Doctor is going to beat your asshole with the strap until you drive your pussy on my fingers and bust your hymen.” The General pushed his fingers deep inside her pussy, twisting them, making her feel his hard knuckles run over her clutching insides. He banged against her hymen, feeling the thin barrier stretching as his fingernails hit it. “Whip her hard!”

  The Doctor didn’t need any encouragement, the thought of her taking her own cherry because of him almost made him cum in his pants. He put all of his strength in the next blow, swinging his arm back and then forward, the leather belt striking her asshole with his powerful strength. She screamed, her hips jumping forward, another scream followed, her virginity gone forever.

  Her pussy seemed to swallow up his fingers as she drove forward. Her hymen stretched momentarily then tore, her body shuddering, a fresh scream torn from her lips. He felt the moisture on his fingers as they pushed inside her, touching parts of her body that were pure, his fingers turning in a corkscrew motion, fucking her with the two fat fingers. He began to finger fuck her, his fingers coated with blood, the red blood mixing with her juices, her thighs covered with a tiny stream of pink fluid running down her leg. “How does it feel to be fucked with fingers Angela?”

  She sobbed, hanging like a piece of meat, her young naked body beaten and abused by the evil men, their cocks jutting out their pants, waiting to rape her. Now the worse part, fucking them as if she enjoyed it, letting them dump their cum inside her body. She was already sore, not sure how she was going to take three of them inside her, sure they wouldn’t care how much it hurt her, probably making it better for them if they could inflict some pain on her as they took her.

  The Sergeant lowered the rope, his hand around her waist holding her up, her legs unable to support her. The Doctor had untied her leg, the feelings just beginning to get back into them. “Get cleaned up. We want you nice and fresh when we fuck you.” She managed to stumble over to the sink, finding a washcloth and towel, warm water feeling good on her tortured body. She wiped the dried blood from her thighs, a reminder of her lost virginity. Her sex burned, looking down her labia was swollen and red. She squeezed her cheeks, feeling the throbbing in her anus, sure that she was ruined for life. She washed herself, the warm water doing little to stop the dull ache that the belts had inflicted on her body. She turned around, dreading what she would have to do now. She looked up, all three of them naked now. The General’s fat stomach almost hung down over his cock. It was hard and erect, the head almost purple, his hands stroking the cock up and down. The Doctor was in better shape, not fat, but nothing like the Sergeant. His body was strong and muscular, her abs flat, his butt tight. She looked down at his cock, almost embarrassed at how large and hard it was. She remembered it well, her mouth used to service it, swallowing his abundant cum as they mutually serviced each other with their mouths.

  “On the bed Angela. I’m first in that young pussy,” the General moving towards the bed, Angela’s pink ass swaying so seductively before him. He saw her kneel on the bed, her pussy peeking out from behind, her ass thrust up, her anus barely hidden from his gaze. “Turn over Angela,” watching as she lay down on her back, one hand over her sex, her eyes closed tightly, dreading what was about to happen to her. Her body was striped by the belts, red welts on her breasts and between her legs. Her nipples were still swollen from the abuse, perpetually hard and erect. “Hands over your head Angela, show us that lovely body.”

  She felt her breasts push up as her arms stretched over her head. She opened her eyes, greeted by the sight of the three lecherous, naked men over the bed, staring at her body, three large cocks bobbing in the air, each eager to enter her tight pussy.

  “Spread your legs open for us Angela, let us see that pink pussy.”

  She cringed at the command, but obeyed, her legs slowly parting, feeling her lips begin to open, embarrassed at how exposed she was.

  “More Angela, spread those pretty little thighs apart more,” the Doctor urged her.

  Her legs were almost to the edge of the bed, the men not yet satisfied until her feet hung over the edge, her legs spread wide.

  “Spread your pussy open with your fingers Angela, let’s see that pretty virgin pussy.” They didn’t wait, the General’s hands slapping her hard between the legs, his large palm hitting her directly on her spread pussy.

  “EEEEH,” she screamed in pain, her pussy already sore from the belts, his hand bringing back the pain. She quickly moved her hands down to her sex, gripped her pussy lips and pulled them back in spite of the pain, the delicate lips sore from the cruel leather belt.

  “Wider, spread them wider,” forcing her to pull them back until they were stretched wide, a groan escaping from her lips as she exposed herself for them. “Now your vagina. It’s going to have to stretch to take my cock inside. Use your fingers to fuck yourself. Get wet for my cock.” He raised his hand, Angela fearing another slap to her pussy, pushed a finger inside her pussy. “AAHH,” her finger painful, the tiny hole sore from losing her cherry. She felt her insides clench on her fingers, pushing harder, forcing her pussy
to open up, sure that his cock would tear her for life.

  They watched her as she finger-fucked herself, their cocks bouncing in pleasure as she masturbated for them, seeing her pussy began to glisten with her juices, getting her ready for her first fucking. The General moved down on the bed, grabbing one of her ankles, pulling it outward, his other hand on the inside of her knee, spreading her out and back. He repeated the procedure with her other leg, her pussy opening up nicely, her legs spread wide, her vagina slightly agape, ready for his cock. “Open your eyes, I want to see you as you get fucked for the first time.” He began to lower his body onto hers, his hands between their bodies, gripping his cock. He began to rub his huge cock up and down her slit, gathering up her juices, his cock leaking as it rubbed on her silky inside, lubricating the head as their juices mixed.

  She felt his flabby stomach touch her skin, cringing at the thought of what was about to happen. She shuddered when she felt his hands fumbling between them, feeling the thick rubbery head of his cock rubbing up and down her pussy. God, how would she stand it, being fucked by a pot-bellied man three times her age, her virgin pussy forever taken from her, forced to fuck him as if he were a lover that she craved. She felt the head pushed against her vagina, the throbbing flesh felt huge, trying to shrink into the bed to escape the inevitable tearing that she knew was coming. She felt hands slide under her ass, gripping her cheeks, drawing her up to meet the incoming thrusts of his cock as his fat body began to settle down on hers, his hairy chest rubbing against her sensitive nipples painfully, the air pushed from her lungs as his weight sank down on her. She saw his face move towards her, moving her head sideways to escape, the Doctor moving over to push her face back up, the General’s lips smashing down into hers. The smell of his cigar filled her mouth, his tongue moving around inside, his bad breath making her choke as she was French kissed against her will. She could feel his hips begin to hump against her, the thick cock battering at the entrance to her vagina. His hands gripped her ass cheeks tighter, feeling his fingernails digging painfully into her flesh, forced to push her hips up higher, feeling his cockhead begin to breach the opening of her vagina. His body continued to crush hers, moaning as his cock slowly pushed her vagina open, his hips pushing in and out, each time with more force, each time the head slowly sinking into her virgin hole.