Mexican Rebel Sex Slaves

by Powerone

  "Grab the other end," the Sergeant on one end of the pole, the Doctor moving over to grab the other.

  She suddenly was lifted up, her legs drawn up when the bar was raised her head and back still on the floor. She struggled uselessly, her arms bound to the end of the bar. She now understood the term parrots perch. She was bound to the pole, like a parrot, her feet not on the perch, but her knees. The blood rushed to her head as she was pulled upside down, her upper body hanging down to the floor, her hair dragging on the ground. Her skirt flipped up, her panties revealed. She felt them tug her over to the wooden stand, grunting as they lifted up high to place the two ends of the pole into the metal grooves at the top.

  "Now to get you in position," the Sergeant moving to the straps binding her wrists, tugging on the leather straps, pulling them until her arms were stretched out. Tightening the other side made her groan in pain as her arms were spread too wide. "Help me with her knees," he asked the Doctor.

  She felt them pulling out on the ends of the pole, feeling her knees begin to spread apart. The pole screeched as it separated, her knees beginning to spread wider until her crotch began to ache. She was getting dizzy, the blood rushing to her brain, looking at everything upside making her dizzy.

  The General looked at Christy. Her legs were wrapped around the pole, effectively pinning her to it. Upside down, her head hung down to the floor, her skirt uncovering her panties, her arms trapped to the ends of the pole. She looked just like a parrot on a perch that had fallen upside down. He let his hands reach down, eager to touch her beautiful body again. He started at her knees, sliding his hands along her inner thighs, the silky skin spread open for his inspection. He moved to the vee of her legs, able to make out her pussy lips pushing out her panties, his hands quickly following his eyes, feeling her body jerk at his touch. He squeezed her lips tightly, a small groan escaping from her lips. He stuck his finger between her lips, pushing her panties in, feeling the wetness already forming. "Christy seems to be getting wet from being bound. Let's see how she reacts to having electricity shot through her sex. Strip her naked and get her ready Doctor."

  Christy could only look up as the Doctor began to strip her naked again, noticing the bulge in his pants as she gazed upside down from her perch. Her skirt was first, torn from her body, the Doctor too eager to do anything but rip the material. He looked at her, her panties clinging to her body, the tight panties digging into her slit, her lips prominently display beneath the fabric. He moved down to her blouse, teasing himself, leaving her panties still on. He unbuttoned the blouse, her naked breasts spilling out, the blouse torn from her arms. "I love your tits Christy. I can't wait to work on them, going to love to work on those big, pink nipples." He got a knife from the table, Christy's eyes opened wide in terror. "There just to cut off your panties," laughing at her.

  She felt the knife prick her skin, knowing the Doctor did it on purpose, the blade slipping under the side band of her panties, the sharp blade quickly cutting the material. She felt it slip down in the front, the crotch still covering her crotch. She felt his hands on her, her panties sliding through her crotch, rubbing along her pussy lips as he tore them off. She was now naked, her legs spread wide, the bar keeping her knees obscenely wide, her sex open, her pussy lips pulled back. Now the painful part would begin.

  The Doctor moved back over to her, a large black ring in his hand. He stuck his fingers in the corner of her mouth, pulling her lips wide, his other hand pushing the large ring gag in her mouth.

  "MMGGH, MMHGG," was the only noise she could make, as her lips were pulled wide. She tasted the awful rubbery taste of the gag, the ridge on the inside of the gag pushing into her mouth, pursing her lips into a giant O. She could feel her drool begin to run out of her mouth, flowing down her face. She shut her eyes to keep it from them, the upside position letting the drool roll quickly.

  The Doctor stuck his fingers inside her mouth, grabbing at her tongue and pulling it out. The ring gag had a clamp on it, securing her tongue outside of her mouth. "We wouldn't want you biting your tongue."

  "Start with her tits," the General urged him, watching the Doctor pick up the shiny alligator clips, long black wires hanging from the end. "Let me get her nipples hard," eager to play with her body, his cock hard. He wet his fingers, bending down, her lovely breasts hanging down, gravity pulling them down towards her face. He saw her shaking her head, knowing the bite of the clips on her tender breasts. He gripped her nipples, his wet fingers stimulating them, blowing on them, feeling them begin to swell in arousal. "She can't help it, her nipples get hard even though she knows they will suffer the pain." He began to pull on them, twisting his fingers as he did, seeing the pink flesh crushed. He pulled them, the brown areolas stretching along with the nipple, the flesh pulled into a cone over three inches long. He let them snap back, watching her lovely breast flesh bounce before he gripped them again, a muffled gasp from her mouth testifying to his tight grip. "They're ready," watching as the Doctor let the clamp move in front of her face, seeing the terror in her eyes as he open and closed them in front of her.

  She braced herself for the pain, knowing in advance how it would feel like, the Doctors previous use of clips and weights stretching her beautiful breasts out obscenely and painfully. She knew it would be worse, not only the clip, but also the electricity, afraid of the unknown. She shook her head in pain as he clamp one on her nipple, pulling on it to make sure it was tight, her flesh crushed beneath the powerful clip. It was worse then the other clip, this one pinching her flesh cruelly. She didn't have time to think, the other clip already let loose, her flesh trapped beneath the serrated edges, igniting tiny cuts on her tender flesh, the sensitive tip crushed painfully. The pain ran through her body, her eyes tearing up, her head shaking uselessly, her body banging up and down on the perch, the bondage preventing everything but some useless shaking.

  "Step back a bit," the Doctor warned the others, the machine beginning to hum louder as he began to increase the voltage, ready to throw the switch. He hit the switch, Christy's head popping up, her eyes looking like they going to pop out her mouth. The drool began to run out of her mouth as her body began to shake, the electricity running through her nipples and through her body, the charge exiting on the metal bar. Her breasts bounced up and down as if an invisible hand was molesting them, the clips having a hard time staying on as they shook. He turned the dial down, seeing her body slump down, her skin covered with a sheen of sweat. "Again," switching the electricity back on, this time higher, her breasts doing a lovely dance for them again.

  She thought she would die, her body racked in pain, the electricity turning her muscles to jelly, pee running down over her stomach onto her breasts, the crackling of electricity as the wetness hit the clamps. Her breasts jumped up and down uncontrollably, Christy unable to control her own bodily functions. She slumped down, the electricity stopped, only the pain of the clips reminding her of their torture. "MMGGGH," she screamed again, the shock of the electricity beginning again, the sounds in her head overpowering the sound of the steady hum of the equipment. It was more intense then before, the electricity ripping through her breasts, feeling like her internal organs were being torn apart. She peed again, the warm fluid running down her body the electricity following the fluid down to her sex, giving her a feel of what it was going to be like when they shocked her sex.

  "Very good Doctor," the Generals cock straining his trousers as her body danced to the electricity. "You'll tell us everything we want to know soon. How about her pussy now? I'm going to enjoy this Christy," he whispered into her ear. "It will feel like a giant cock is tearing through your pussy."

  She could only shudder in fear as the Doctor began to work on her sex. With the spread of her legs by the bar, she was unprotected, the Doctor pulling her lips out, attaching the alligator clip to one lip at a time, pinching the puffy flesh, releasing it, the powerful clip snapping tight onto her flesh, the serrated edges biting harshly into her tender sex. She cr
ied again as they other clip was attached, the Doctor pulling them both outward, stretching them painfully.

  "Now for your clit Christy." The General smiled as he pushed back her clit hood for the Doctor. "Such a lovely swollen bud Christy. Are you excited?" His finger snapped at her clit, arousing it, knowing that the more aroused she became, the more painful the clip would be when it snapped on it.

  She braced her body again for the pain, even what they had done to her before was no match for the pain as the clip attached to her clit. It felt like they tore her clit from her body, the tender flesh crushed beneath the sharp teeth, her head shaking back and forth as she tried to block the pain from her mind. It was no use, her sex feeling as if they were stabbing sharp pins in the most intimate parts of her body.

  "Doctor, let's give her a feel of the electricity on her sex. Then we can move onto shocking her internally." He smiled down at her, her pussy clamped tightly by the shiny metal clips, the wires running up to the machine as it hummed, charging itself.

  Her sweat drenched naked body shook as the first shock hit her sex. Her pussy lips shook as the electricity raced through her body. Her clit felt like it was being torn from her body, the electricity racing through the pinched flesh. Her body slumped when they cut the power, the machine going back to the gentle hum. She thought she would die, the silence broken only by her muffled sobbing, her body still shaking on the perch. She felt the electricity race through her sex again, this time more powerful, her insides cramping, her mind groggy with pain. It felt like hours before they stopped, her body still shaking.

  The Doctor moved closer to her. "Are you ready to tell us all?” He didn't wait for an answer, her gagged mouth preventing her response, even if she was willing to give it. First he wanted to explore her body further. He had a nice vaginal probe and also an anal probe that would send the power inside her body.

  The General moved to her head, his hard cock out of his pants, lifting her head up into her mouth was lined up with his cock. "Use your tongue on it Christy. Your pain gives me so much pleasure.” He thrust his cock in her widespread mouth, feeling her tongue begin to flutter around the head, knowing she would do anything to stop the further electroshock of her body. "Yes, very good Christy, you learn well. Deeper now," pushing his cock to the back of her mouth, her choking bringing such pleasure to him.

  The Doctor picked up the shiny metal dildo. A large helmet on the top of it, shaped like a giant prick, over three inches wide at the head. Even realistic veins ran up and down the shaft. Tiny metal tabs stuck out the side, each capable of conducting electricity up and down the delicate linings of a tight pussy. Even the end of the dildo had a pair of shiny metal balls, beneath them the black wires that ran up to the machine. He let his fingers push back her labia, the darkness of her vagina opening up. He knew that the electricity would make her pussy tighten up, pain doing such delightful things to a females body. He put the head of the faux cock against her tiny opening, not using any lubrication, her bodies sweat more then sufficient.

  Her throat was stuffed with the General cocks, her tongue tiring from running up and down the shaft, but knowing that as long as his cock was in her mouth or throat, they wouldn't shock her. Now she had a new pain to contend with. She felt something hard and cold pressed against her vagina. The pressure increased as it slowly began to spread her tight opening, afraid of how large it was. She gagged as the General shoved his cock in deeper into her throat, the terrible feeling of her vagina tearing as the large, unyielding object was not to be denied entrance into her vagina. She could only gurgle and choke on the thick cock that blocked her throat, the burning in her vagina continuing. A powerful push sent the end of the object inside her, feeling her vagina clenching around the thick metal. She felt so full, her throat and now her sex stretched wide.

  The General pulled his cock out of her mouth, seeing the disappointment in her eyes as she knew that her torture would begin again. "The Doctor has a lovely shiny faux cock inside you. It is very big as you can feel, but it is also very long. He is going to push it deep inside you until he bangs it against your cervix. Only then will he send the shocks through it, rippling through your tight pussy. If you thought having a baby was painful, it will be nothing like this." He laughed as he stroked her face. "In it goes Doctor," watching as the Doctor slowly pushed the thick metal cock inside her.

  She felt her pussy stretching wider, the metal unyielding, her pussy shoved aside, forced to stretch to accept the dildo. It kept going, deeper and deeper, more painful as it slowly sank in, pushing aside all resistance. She could feel the thick head inside her, the Doctor twisting it, making her feel all the ridges, bumps and tabs on it as it plowed inside her sensitive pussy walls. She jerked as it hit bottom, the hard head banging painfully into her cervix.

  "Stroke her a bit with it, see if you can get her wet. It will make it so much easier for the electricity to ripple along her cunt," the General encouraging the Doctor.

  He needed no further encouragement, pulling the metal dildo from her pussy, the bulbous head dragging her insides as he withdrew. When only the head was gripped by her stretched vagina did he send it back in with more force until the head was smashed against her cervix with a thud that shook her body. The Doctor stroked her over ten times, each time her body jerked back and forth as the monstrous metal dildo reamed out her pussy. "She's ready now," pushing the dildo in tight against her cervix, putting on a glove so he might stroke her with it as the electricity raced through her body.

  She didn't believe the pain that shot through her body. It felt like her internal organs were bursting, the metal dildo forced in and out by the evil Doctor, the electricity running up and down her pussy, forcing her to unnaturally clamp down on the rigid tool inside her, increasing the pain. It was worse when he shoved it in deep, the end banging painfully against her cervix, the electricity feeling as if it was shooting out the end, deep inside her like a sword. Her body shook on the metal perch, unable to control her own muscles, her mouth drooling, snot running from her nose as she suffered the electroshock torture. She finally passed out, slumping down.

  "Wake her up," the General instructing the Doctor. "We still have her asshole to ream out."

  The Doctor ran the smelling salts under her nose, Christy waking up, her body feeling like jelly. At least her pussy felt empty, her vagina no longer stretched out wide. A thick cock was plugged back into her throat, Christy tasting the all too familiar taste of the General's cock. She ran her tongue around it again, eagerly doing anything to try to please him.

  The Doctor moved back in front of her again, this time with the anal probe in his hand. It was slimmer then the vaginal probe, but considerably longer and more flexible, made to be able to slip deep into the colon, yet still conduct electricity. To add to the discomfort of the insertion, raised ridges every two inches circled the probe, each different in height and depths, built to stroke the inner anal tract painfully as it pushed inside. He looked at her anus, still a tiny hole, slightly red and inflamed but nothing like it would be when he finished with her. He pushed his fingers on each side of the hole, the probe centered on the tiny star. He began to push, the hole pushing inward, fighting to stop the entry. He pushed harder until her anus finally relented, the metal probe slowly engulfed by her anus, the tiny hole stretched wide to accept the brutal insertion. "Yes, very good Christy." He began to push in, watching as the metal probe began to get slowly swallowed by her asshole, inch by inch of the metal probe sinking in.

  It burned, the probe unyielding, her asshole having no other alternative but to stretch and take it in. She felt her rectum fight the invasion of her backside, tightening up on the thick, hard object, trying to force it out. The Doctor continued to push, the ribs slowly exploring her anal tract, the thick ridges riding up and down her sensitive walls, pushing out, then back in, each time the probe pushing in deeper. She felt the cramping begin, the probe straightening out her colon where it shouldn't, the fullness in her stomach due to the pr
obes presence inside her. It continued to pass inside her, too far inside her, Christy afraid she would be torn internally, snaking along her colon, expanding her asshole to accept the hard probe.

  The Doctor began to stroke her with the probe, fucking her as if it was his cock, making her take it deep, feeling her body jerk in pain as she was slowly raped by the cruel probe. He pushed it deep inside her bowels, hearing her muffled groans of pain as the probe bore deep into her. "Ready General," waiting for the General to pluck his cock from her throat, the loud gasping sound coming from her as she sucked in as much air as possible. He flipped the switch on the panel, the red lights growing brighter, the gentle hum of the machine increasing. He hit the button, the gauge moving higher, pushing the probe deep inside her with his gloved hand.

  It felt like her insides were being ripped apart by the electricity. She gurgled and spit as her bowels felt like they were being burned up from inside, her muscles clenching and unclenching on the steel probe, Christy unable to control her own body any longer. She shook and rattled on the perch, her insides slowly being fried.

  "Switch on the clips on her pussy and the dildo," the General ordered, watching as her pussy also received the electroshock. "Now here tits Doctor, make them dance for us," her breasts quivering and jumping as the electricity ran from her nipples into her breast meat. They all watched as Christy's body was devastated by the electroshock treatment. She didn't last long, her mind finally succumbing to the extreme pain and shutting down, unconsciousness settling over her.

  The General was sitting on the large chair in his room, the television in front of him showing the video of Christy's electroshock treatment. The muffled sobbing of the girl on his lap made his cock even harder, his bathrobe barely able to contain the large cock.

  "If you don't obey, that will be you Angela." He let his hands stroke her body as she trembled. She had her in the schoolgirl outfit, the short plaid skirt riding high up her legs as his hands fondled her smooth skin. Her braless breasts strained the button down blouse, his fingers eager to make her nipples hard again. "Such smooth skin," his hands moving up and down her inner thighs, pinching her tender skin, making her jump around on his lap, her tight ass bringing such joy to his cock as she squirmed against him.