Becky is sobbing with the throbbing of her pussy on fire, and at last the General seems to notice.
"Brunette fucktoy wants some relief, eh?"
The private follows the general's orders, taking Becky off the horse. He then forces her kneeling and binds her wrists and ankles in dark shackles behind her. He moves back to stand watch.
The General points at me. "Get on the floor and put your face between your friend's legs. You will clean the sauce from her cunt!"
Grabbing me by the back of my neck, the General thrusts my head on the floor in front of Becky. "I said lick!"
But somewhere I find some audacity, and the prospect of hot sauce burning my mouth fans it to life. "I won't... please let us go, General" I mewl, face pressed to the floor with his hand on my neck.
The Venezuelan's face contorts, purpled with rage.
"How dare you defy me after all I've done for you! I am your MASTER... do you know what that means, girl? You are my plaything to fuck and flay as I will!"
He turns to the private. "Come here and drop your pants, soldier. If she ever lets up licking her brunette friend's cunt, take her ass!"
Meanwhile he chains my ankles in dark shackles as my tongue makes the first tentative pokes into Becky's snatch. I taste the sauce, but I must lick through the heat. Tears roll down my soft cheeks but I keep slurping and laving her pussy with determination... groaning all the while.
Becky lets out the slightest sigh of relief. I'm glad I can help my friend, even in this degrading fashion -- but my motives are still primarily self-interested. The private begins to spread my ass cheeks, his cock poised to take me in the most inviolate of places.
The General nods his approval. "Good, I see puta is properly motivated. Do not stop until you have cleaned out your friend's pussy thoroughly!"
The disappointed soldier finally has to back off, but the General allows him to pump his cock to climax and spray his spooge all over my hair.
At last, having lapped up the hot sauce, my tongue explores outward and caresses Becky's nerve bundle with the tenderness of a teammate and friend. I assume that I'm supposed to keep licking until told otherwise, and so I lick.
The General watches keenly although I cannot see his gaze with my head buried between Becky's legs. Finally I hear Becky's heart begin to race as mine did only a little while ago. I hear her little pants as the volleyball star starts to blush. Still no encouragement of discouragement from the General, and so I lick. My tongue wraps around that nub with the agility of an Olympic gymnast and squeezes in rhythmic caresses to drive Becky wild. It takes a while, but the work pays off! I can taste the first tiny rivulets of juice as she gets wet for my tongue.
Becky doesn't say a word. The moans are approval enough. When she finally comes, the fluid douses my face. My whole visage is covered now with a sticky sheen and meanwhile thick lumps of the private's cum cling to my golden cascades.
"You insolent whore! Did I say you could help your friend get off???! I should slice off your nipples and sew up that tiny cunt!!"
"Please no!" I cringe as he brandishes a large combat knife. His hand closes about my neck, pinning me to the floor. He poses the knife just above my firm, little breasts as I scream at the top of my lungs "Have mercy General!"
The ring of the General's cell phone saves me. He slowly withdraws and barks for the private to watch us closely.
Meanwhile:
[Spanish] What the fuck is it, Sergeant? I told you I was not to be disturbed!"
[Spanish] Forgive me, General, but I have the President on the other line. Shall I patch him through now or put him on hold?
[Spanish] Patch him through.
[Spanish] Good day, General. I trust you have gleaned something of value from the Americans?
[Spanish] Lord Chavez, for the sake of our great country I have thoroughly interrogated these clever and unassuming American spies. It will take some time, however.
[Spanish] I'm not very lenient when it comes to time... you should know this.
[Spanish] Forgive me, Great President, but I swear to you that I will work to find out the truth. This blonde chica has begun to talk, but she's feeding me garbage. I will torture the truth out of this bitch yet.
[Spanish] Do it however you please, but know this -- your position is not irreplaceable. If you can't ensure my security, then I'll find someone who can. Is that clear, General Delgado?
[Spanish] Crystal, Sir.
[Spanish] Alright, let me know if something develops.
* * * * *
The General calls in his soldiers and gestures at Becky and I.
"Alright, take these whores to Raze to be thoroughly washed along with the others."
Becky and I are led into a large rectangular cell. Barred windows let the stagnant air ooze inside. Walls of cold granite stand oddly juxtaposed against a lavish red carpet and the glass cases that line the longer walls, their contents unspeakable. We are taken to the far end of the room -- they chain us up and leave us to dangle a foot off the ground. The only way out is the door we were just dragged through -- solid metal with a slot so a jailer can do his rounds.
Lisa, Laurie, and Val are there too. We all wear the distinctive black collars and have our ankles shackled with just enough slack to keep them a few inches apart.
The knob turns and a large shirtless man enters the room. He's wearing fatigues below the waist, but far more noticeable is the black man's glistening brawn. In different circumstances, I would have flirted with this hunk of maleness...
He has deep brown eyes that seem almost thoughtful. Equally deep is a sense of brooding about him, of rage under a tight a leash. Something makes him seem different from the General.
"Hello ladies. I am Raze, the General's housekeeper. I am here to clean you."
We squirm as he uses his hose and its powerful nozzle to clean out the most intimate parts of our bodies. But not all of it is so unpleasant. He shampoos our hair. His big hands massage my scalp. Soon he is done, drying us off and looking us over. To my surprise he ties my hair back into its original ponytail
"Please help us!" Becky entreats. But the impassive servant inserts a ballgag into Becky's mouth -- "Mpph!" and then mine and the others. We hang there for what seems like eternity, the weight of our bodies a terrible strain on numb hands and aching wrists. Day becomes sunset. Sunset becomes early evening.
At last the cell door is unlocked. In walks the dark-skinned servant with his impetuous chain-smoking master and the sadistic masked man, Master Max.
Twenty soldiers follow them, all of them stripped to the waist. Their bodies, whether flabby or lean, glisten in the submerging humidity.
The General takes the cigarette between blackened fingers.
"Hello spying sluts! You know why you are here? Because you have been too stubborn to be reasonable! Well, I have ways of making you see reason."
He strides up to Laurie. She closes her eyes tight and turns away.
In a flash the General draws a giant combat knife from its sheath and touches the flat of the cold blade across Laurie's clit. Her eyes snap open and she begins to plead through her gag.
"Aahh, a quick learner. Maybe you have something to say about your mission, slut?
Laurie shakes her head, trembling.
The General shakes his head in disappointment. "Max here thought that electricity had made you a good girl, but it looks like you need another lesson!"
Laurie starts sobbing and shaking her head like panicked prey.
Surprisingly the General moves on to the next girl, forgetting about Laurie for the time being.
He looks at Becky.
"What about you, little puta? You have not yet had your pussy raped by a real cock. It would please me greatly if you refused to talk." He yanks the ballgag POP out of the girl's mouth.
"Uggh... General have mercy."
"I did not ask for your pathetic pleas -- I asked for your cooperation. Are you ready to tell us of your government's plans, of your clandestine activities on Venezuelan soil?"
Becky spits in his face, her face flushed with defiance. "We're not spies you sick bastard! Let us go or our government will send you to hell!"
The General very slowly wipes the saliva from his nose and smiles at his men.
