I have no sense of time anymore. How long I have been hanging by wrists and ankles from the ceiling I have not even a vague idea anymore. Becky, dear Becky... her straining feet arch as the hot sauced doom beckons, eager to impale her un-raped pussy.
Neither of us is gagged, but it is too dangerous to talk, for we are not alone. The General looks thoughtfully up at me.
"Well, chica, have you had time to think about your behavior? Are you ready to be my eager slave, puta?
"Yes General!" I lick my lips. "And I will tell you all I know about our mission!"
The General's eyebrows rise. Becky says nothing, though I imagine questions twirl through her head.
"Wait, chica, I bring you down first... then we have a nice, pleasant conversation."
He lowers me down and disengages the shackles, but re-cuffs my hands in front of me and drags me to the sofa. He looks down at the cushions, once light blue but now dark as midnight.
"Damn, Chu was too generous to your friend I see. Well I am not so generous. Lie down on the floor! We can talk while I fuck you hard!"
I lie down on the floor and put my cuffed hands above my head as he positions himself near my precious snatch. My abused cunt has been fucked three times already. The skin feels raw and tender -- and I can still feel all the excess cum that has dripped back out of my pussy and dried along my inner thighs.
"Bah you have a very sloppy pussy. We will need to give you a good washing after this. Maybe I give you a bath if you tell me the truth!"
Suddenly he seems to think of something. "Wait -- I know how we make this more fun." He calls over the private.
"Go get my favorite lube and hurry the fuck up!!"
The soldier returns promptly. Becky and I look with keen interest and notice that he has a gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
"This is nice and cool. Blonde chica will like the sensation. If blonde chica is very good I may even give some to poor brunette puta as relief from Big Red." The General's forefinger and index finger dip into the ice cream.
"So begin talking slave. I'm listening."
I wracked my brain for a good yarn. It had to have enough wrinkles to be believable -- it couldn't be too perfect. Above all, I had to make sure I didn't sound like I was just telling him what he wanted to hear.
"Not all of us are spies. We were inserted into the volleyball team."
"Who?" He applied the first cool, creamy swirls to my overused cunt.
"Aahhh," god that does feel good. "Coach, Laurie (I remembered what she had done to my sister), Kira (what else could he do to her), and me." By only implicating a few teammates, I hope that I can spare the others from the General's wrath.
"Haha. Chica forgets to mention her sister. No doubt she is involved but you are trying to protect her. I am touched. Go on!"
I let that pass. If I vehemently deny it, I realize he will only believe it more fervently.
"We were told to reconnoiter the coastline -- posing as college girls just out for some sun on the beach or swimming would provide an easy cover. We were to provide intelligence for American agents seeking a secluded place to land."
The General proffers a swath of ice cream on the tip of his fingers to my lips. "It's ok. Lick, Slave."
I do, gladly.
"Go on. What were the objectives of these American agents?"
"We weren't told. It's the policy of the CIA to give each agent or group of agents only as much information as they need to know to complete their mission" -- the General's expression darkens "but given the type of information they wanted I can make a very good guess," I hurry.
The General positions his prick at my pussy and thrusts in, moaning as the melted ice cream in my snatch also coats his piston. Soon he's thrusting in and out of my slimy pussy with a uniform rhythm. The friction spreads the ice cream farther throughout my cunt. Ohhh the relief! I'm the happiest I have been since this rapist general took me captive.
"You like that, huh? I fuck, you talk."
"I think the agents were to assassinate President Chavez."
The General's eyes narrow at me, but he seems to buy it.
"That all you know??!" He sounds displeased. He grabs me by the throat as he fucks me.
"Please, wait! The Coach was the leader of our mission. She would be able to tell you more!"
Later I am ashamed that I give up Coach to save my own skin, but in the moment I am too fearful to feel regret.
The General plunges in to the hilt once more. My pussy aches, but it doesn't feel too bad. He picks up the pace a little. Each time his cock slams home I feel as if my very soul has been pierced. I lose myself in his rhythmic penetrations, the feel of my body squeezing his cock like a sheath with no other purpose but to embrace the fleshy swords of men.
He notices my eyes rolling up into my head, a sign of pleasure.
"You like my hard cock deep in your pussy, eh chica? But I'm not done asking questions. Listen carefully and answer good or I fuck you hard in your ass next!
