Mexican Rebel Sex Slaves

by Powerone

  Christy found herself being pushed into the chair, a tiny slat the only thing that kept her ass from sinking to the floor. Her arms were pulled straight up over her head, the Doctor securing them to the tall back of the chair with a pair of leather cuffs securing attached to the structure. She didn’t have time to protest, the General securing a three inch leather belt around her waist, yanking hard on the end, her stomach depressed severely as he tightened it. At least it kept her from slipping to the floor.

  The General kneeled down in front of her, his gaze at her slit. He grabbed one of her legs, his hand pushing in on her thigh as he bowed it out; edging it up until it was almost perpendicular to the arm. He pulled out the two cuffs, the first one on her ankle, securing it to the front of the armrest. He enjoyed her moan of pain as he pressed down on the inside of her knee, securing another cuff on her knee, tightening it until he was afraid of splitting her up the middle. He looked, her sex grossly exposed. He repeated the process with her other leg until she was tied like a spread chicken.

  It was starting already, the pain, her crotch felt like it was ripped, her breathing shallow, the leather strap around her stomach almost cutting off her breathing, her breasts rising and falling as she took short, shallow breaths, already getting dizzy. She felt so vulnerable, spread and bound, unable to stop them from doing anything to her body, knowing that whatever they did it would be painful. Her screams of pain seemed to make their cocks harder, each one always trying to outdo the other.

  Christy watched two soldiers enter the other room, they were young, about eighteen but both of them were tall and muscular almost as if they were football players. They looked at her, Christy realizing they were probably only admiring themselves in the mirror. She watched as they slowly took off their uniforms, seeing the huge bulge in the shorts as they stripped off their pants. Their cocks had to be as big as her arm. Both cocks were already hard anticipating something sexual was about to happen. They let their shorts slip down their legs, the huge cocks bouncing free. They must be over a foot long, Christy had never seen anything so massive. The head was almost as big as a soda can, a dark red, a thick brown ring surrounding the helmet. She could see veins popping out the side, each of the soldiers pumping the massive weapon making it harder and longer. She felt pity for the poor girl that would have to take those big cocks inside her; sure they would render her torn and bleeding.

  “Such fine specimens of soldiers, don’t you think Christy.” They both moved in front of Christy. The General pushed his fingers into the corner of Christy’s mouth, the look of distaste on her face as his cigar smelling fingers probed the hot confines of her mouth, pulling the corner of her lips out. She began to struggle as she saw the whitehead gag, though she probably didn’t know the full extent of it.

  It was shiny metal almost six inches across. It had some kind of ratchets on the ends and as it moved towards her mouth she knew its purpose, the General’s fingers slowly drawing her mouth open for the cruel instrument. She could only gurgle, her head held tight by the fingers in her mouth, her lips already aching. She felt the cold metal push into her mouth, the Doctor so methodically inserting it to the back of her mouth until she felt it lock behind her teeth. Already her mouth was open wide, fearing when the Doctor would begin to open it wider.

  “We don’t want to hear anything from you but groans of pain. And the gag will leave your mouth available.” The Doctor has such things in store for her, a refrigerator filled with cold condoms, each one used by one of his soldiers last night, each one still filled with their cum. Christy would soon love the taste of cum, her stomach filled with the protein laden sperm. And of course she would also be available for a throat fuck, the delightful pleasure of her throat convulsing on their cocks as they raped her mouth, more cum added to her stomach. It would also eliminate her from protesting what would happen to her daughter in the next room. The Doctor slowly spread the gag wider and wider, seeing the look of distress on her face as her lips spread wide, almost looking like they would tear before he stopped. He looked down, her mouth now a gaping hole, able to see all the way to the back of her throat, her tongue fluttering, drool running down her chin.

  Christy couldn’t even protest when she saw movement in the other room, the Sergeant entering the room, shocked to see her daughter follow him in meekly. She was dressed in a short black dress, her legs accented by high heels that were too tall to be comfortable. She had a look of fear on her face, heightened when she saw the two naked men with their jutting cocks. Christy couldn’t hear what was going on but she could make out the look on Angela’s face begging the men, their laughs the answer.

  One of the soldiers stood in front of Angela, feeling the head of his cock against her leg, jerking in pleasure as he eyed her body as if she was a piece of meat. She could see the reflections in the mirror, able to see everything that was going to happen as if she wasn’t there. His hands moved up to her breasts, her arms rising to grab them in protest. He was stronger then she was, his hands completely encircling her young breasts in his palms, his powerful hands squeezing her flesh hard.

  “So this is our little cunt. She has a nice little body. Are you going to fight us little girl? I hope so; it is so much more fun to make you obey.” His hands slid down her hips, moving around to her ass, pulling her into his hard cock. “Nice tits and ass. She been fucked much?”

  The Sergeant moved closer. “Just a few times, mostly by the General. Nobody with a real cock,” he laughed, knowing they couldn’t hear them on the other side. “She should dance nicely on our cocks. And she cums easily.”

  “Why don’t we warm her up first? Bend her over the bar and we’ll see how wet we can make her.”

  Christy could only watch as they dragged poor Angela over to a strange looking bar. It rose up from the floor, higher then her waist, the top at least six inches wide, padded leather, stretching at least four feet long. A similar smaller bar was two inches from the floor, black shining metal, the center worn.

  Angela felt the Sergeant behind her, feeling his cock pressing into her ass, remembering the last time he fucked her, making her cum as he fingered her asshole and fucked her pussy. She almost felt like pushing back onto his cock, but the thought of taking the other two men’s cock inside her after him scared her, their cocks so massive and thick.

  He slid her dress higher up her ass; the stretch of her legs would have torn it otherwise. “Put one leg over her, step up.” He helped her put one of her feet on the raised platform at the end, the wooden block at least a foot high. She had to balance on the skinny block. “Now the other, you’re going to have to spread wide to do it but I know you can do it,” lightly tapping her pussy from behind in encouragement as she obeyed, her panties stretching across her ass as she stepped up on the other block.

  She was high up on the blocks, the high heels balance precariously, her legs spread wider then she felt comfortable with, her crotch aching. She felt a hand on her back now, urging her down, making her bend over the bar. The bar was now conveniently located at her waist, her hair falling down in front of her, the blood rushing to her head as she bent submissively in two.

  “Grab the bar on the bottom and hold tightly. Yes, that’s a good girl,” patting her butt as if she were a trained dog learning a new trick. The Sergeant looked at her, pleased at the way she was presented. Her ass was arched up high; her legs spread obscenely wide, her panties barely able to hide her naked ass and pussy from behind. Soon they would flutter to the floor, leaving her naked. “Now don’t let go of the bar or you will get even more severe punishment. We’re just going to warm up your ass with a good spanking. It will make your dance on the bed more if it is a little sore. If you move, it will be the belt instead of our hands. Now tell us to spank you cute little ass.”

  Christy saw the look on Angela’s face as she turned her head back at the men, saying something, the men laughing. She looked so vulnerable, her butt uncovered, her legs spread wide, exciting the men with the peek at her s
ex. She could make out her lips of her pussy from behind, the tight panties doing little to hide, everything to accent. Even the crack of her ass was clearly visible, her panties shoved deep between her cheeks, drawing the silky material tightly over her taut flesh. She could only struggle, tugging on the leather that kept her so tightly to the heavy chair, gurgling sounds the only thing that would come from her gaping mouth.

  The General pulled his cock from his pants, waving it in front of Christy. “I think they are going to give the little girl a good spanking to warm her up, then I’m afraid they are going to fuck your lovely daughter in front of you. If she only knew that Mommy was watching her. I think you will enjoy watching. She is very tight. I enjoyed her hot little cunt last night and sodomized her this morning. She made her holes nice and tight until I came inside her. I will soon enjoy both of you in my bed, fighting over my affections. You’ll be surprised what a little pain will make you do. Now why don’t you suck my cock while we watch your daughter put through her paces? She has so many cocks to satisfy before they let her go and you will not be disappointed, we have two cocks that will make sure you receive equal treatment, though I think yours will be a little more painful.”

  She felt the Doctor move behind her, his hands on the side of her head covering her ears, holding her head up for the cock that dangled in front of her. She couldn’t do anything as the General let his half-hard cock dangle on her lips, rubbing it back and forth, feeling it drip on her dry lips, knowing that he was already leaking pre-cum. She felt him push in, his cock sliding along her tongue, the cock growing in her mouth, the pleasure of her hot breath stimulating it to hardness, growing longer, reaching for the depths of her mouth. She felt it jump when she moved her tongue, unable to keep it still as his hot cock slid over it, throbbing and jumping in her mouth.

  “Yes, lap at it with your tongue,” the General ordered her. She hesitated, the General nodding to the Doctor. He saw him move between her widely spaced thighs, a riding crop in his hand. There was a loud slap of leather on flesh, the sudden look in Christy’s eyes as she felt the sudden shock of pain that stung her tender inner thighs. “It might be your pussy next,” another slap of the crop higher up her thigh enforcing her obedience, her tongue quickly moving over his cock, lapping at his cock as if it were a lollypop.

  Inside the other room the story was similar. One of the soldiers was behind Angela, the Sergeant whispering in her ear as the spanking commenced. “He has big hands, doesn’t he Angela, I’m sure your ass is already beginning to sting?” He stroked her face as he saw her body jerk in pain each time her cheeks were spanked, the soldier alternating between each one, the sickening sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room. “Can you feel his hand so close to your pussy? Imagine what it would feel like if he hit you on your sex?” The blows were coming faster now, the soldier eager to get on with fucking her, seeing her squirm, bent over the post making his cock throb in excitement.

  Her hands were turning white as she gripped the rail, dizzy as the blood rushed to her head, her ass beginning to get sore from the spanking. Each time he hit her she jumped, afraid of him hitting her pussy or wanting him to, not sure which, the Sergeants voice in her ear mesmerizing. He finally stopped, Angela relieved that it was over, afraid of what was next.

  “Now hold still, the other soldier wants a shot at your cute little ass.” The spanking commenced again, her body racked with the sudden rush of pain, the new soldier eager to prove that he was better then the other, hitting her harder, hitting her faster. The Sergeant let his hands fondle her breasts, gripping the hanging globes, pinching the nipples into hardness as her body shook in pain. “Maybe we should fuck you on the hard floor. It would really hurt your sore ass and make your jerk around on our cocks nicely, giving us such a nice ride.” She felt her jerk harder, a tiny scream torn from her lips. “Did he hit your pussy by mistake?”

  She nodded her head yes, his large hand slipping too low, part of his palm grazing her pussy, the powerful blast smashing her lips. She felt the soldier lift her hips up, posing her ass up higher, having to balance on her toes to keep the position. The tears ran down her face, the blows continuing, her body racked in pain, her cheeks sore and tender, each time subject to the continual barrage of slaps. She trembled each time, fearing another slap on her pussy, almost relived as the hand only punished her cheeks. He finally stopped, Angela able to let her feet go back down, her calves aching from the cruel position.

  “You’re not finished yet Angela. I still haven’t had my turn. Now you be a good girl and obey and I will get you wet for your fucking. Unless you would rather have a cock fuck you dry?”

  The thought of being masturbated, to get wet so they could rape her repulsed her, yet each time the Sergeant seemed to know exactly what to do to her, each time forcing her to cum. She knew that if she was dry, the soldiers cock would ruin her for life, tearing her vagina forever. Her only hope was to cooperate, hoping she would survive the rape of her young body. “No, please get me wet.” She begged, sobbing as the Sergeant moved behind her.

  “I know just what you need Angela. You need to have your pussy spanked.” He saw her turn towards him, the look of shock on her face. “Now raise that cute ass up higher. Just like before, on your toes.” He watched as she stretched up, arching her ass up submissively, his hands on the inside of her thighs, urging them out wider, spreading her legs in an obscene bow, her sex readily available to be spanked.

  “BBBGG, GGRR,” the sounds of Christy choking and gagging pleasing the General, his hand holding her face, using her mouth as if it were a pussy, fucking it as the mouth gag kept her opened for his deep thrusts in her throat. He felt her tongue running over his cock shaft, the Doctor enforcing her obedience with slaps of the whip to her thighs.

  She couldn’t believe what they were doing to her innocent daughter, the brutal spanking and now the Sergeant behind her, Angela arching her body up as if offering her sex to him, the Sergeant ready to spank her. She cringed when she saw the slap, the Sergeant deliberately striking her pussy from behind, how powerful hand making Angela’s body jerk in pain, his hand forcing her ass up again, forcing her to present her pussy for another slap. He slapped her pussy ten times, each time Angela’s feet moved back down, each time the Sergeant urged her back up again onto her toes, her sex a convenient target. He finally stopped, Christy at least relieved that it was over. But was it true. She could see a spot on Angela’s panties, a wet spot. Could she actually have gotten aroused from having her pussy spanked? She didn’t have time to think any longer, the General forcing her throat down on his cock, her lips pushed tightly against his flabby stomach, his balls resting on her chin. He jerked her back and forth on his cock, Christy knowing what was next. He was ready to cum, afraid of where he would.

  Her throat convulsed on his cock, her muscles clenching on his throbbing member, squeezing the juices from his balls. He was ready to cum, but not in her throat. That would be too easy, quickly going into her stomach. No, he wanted her to taste his cum, his salty, thick cum would linger in her mouth for a long time, mixing with all the others that would foul her mouth. He pulled out of her throat, feeling her suck in air, her breasts rising and falling as she filled her lungs again with the valuable air. “Use your tongue on the end of my cock or I will fill your throat again. This time I will plug it until you pass out.”

  She had no choice but to obey, her tongue dancing over the tip, tasting the foul cum fill her mouth as he began to cum, pumping his cock with his hand, his knuckles hitting her mouth, smashing her gums into her teeth, blood mixing with the abundant semen that filled her mouth. Her cheeks ballooned out as he came again and again, not even sure where all of it came from, warning her not to swallow until he told her, wanting her to savor the foul tasting cum. The cock was finally pulled from her mouth, glimpsing at what was happening to her little girl.

  The Sergeant let his hands roam over her ass and pussy, his fingers finding the wet spot. “I knew you would get wet f
rom getting your pussy spanked Angela. You are such a slut.” He let his fingers slide along the edges of her panties, pushing in on the material, forcing it into a tiny sliver, her ass cheeks revealed, the red skin showing the punishment she had endured. He tucked it between her cheeks, moving down to her pussy. He pulled the panties aside, her red and swollen pussy exposed, her juices glistening in the light. He let his fingers play over her lips, feeling her body tremble as her muscles strained to keep in position for his fondling.

  She was drenched, his fingers barely touching her exciting her even more then if he had entered her. The others were behind her, knowing that they were watching the Sergeant masturbating her making it even more exciting. The spanking, while painful was also stimulating, the Sergeants spanking on her pussy almost making her cum, forced to arch up her body submissively for the punishment. “GODDDD,” she moaned as two fingers entered her pussy, the thick fingers finding her wet and eager, her pussy clenching tightly on the digits, drawing them deeper into her body. She began to move her hips from side to side as his fingers continued to thrust in and out, sliding effortlessly on her juices, her body tightening up on them each time they withdrew, trying to stop them from leaving, wanting them back inside her deeper.

  Christy couldn’t believe Angela was pushing her ass back on the fingers that fucked her, the three men watching her being masturbated. She could see her red cheeks, knowing they must be sore, not understanding how she could be so aroused by the punishment. The fingers were wet and glistening, testament to her arousal, Angela was not even trying to mask her arousal. Christy was afraid of what would happen when she would be forced to take their large cocks inside her. Obviously she wasn’t a virgin, but her tightly clasping pussy on the fingers showed that she was still tight, too tight to take their cocks without a lot of painful stretching. The Doctors cock was thrust into her mouth, her throat quickly filled with hot, pulsating flesh, the choking and gagging that elicited so much pleasure for the men beginning again, Christy’s stomach churning. The hands holding her head squeezed tightly, feeling like her head was explode, the hot meat in her mouth thrusting in and out, reaming out her throat, forcing her throat to open each time and swallow the helmet of his cock.