I don't even register the mass of male bodies sweeping into our chamber. I am just aware that for every fleshy snake that empties its venom, a new one is there soon to take its place.
I am no longer aware of myself, only vaguely sensing insertions, discharges... more insertions, more discharges, until my pussy and ass are dripping and my belly feels noxious with the cum of more than a dozen soldiers. Cum, traces of blood, and sweat mingle across my fleshy landscape as the gangbang continues. Prodigious flows of cum tinged in red gush from my overused holes down my young thighs to soak the carpet in a disgusting pool.
At last it seems I have satisfied my captors, for suddenly there are no more cocks in me, and I lie aching fiercely, strange liquids congealing into a sticky mat beneath my battered and naked form. The General undoes my handcuffs as I puke up whitish fluid.
Then I feel the sting of a whip like a bolt of lightning zigzagging across my back. General Delgado towers over me. He lashes me again and again with cruel zeal. A network of seeping red stripes begin to form. Soon my back, buttocks and the backs of my thighs have become a crisscrossing crimson pattern. I barely maintain consciousness.
"Please no more..." my pleas are no longer squeals but whispers. It takes every remaining ounce of strength to speak up. "You'll kill me, General. Have mercy please! Have mercy!"
The lashing stops and he sits in the metal chair where Becky was shocked.
"What have you not told me about your spying mission?"
At this I break down -- I don't have the will or strength to try to manipulate him or avoid my fate... only the truth will come from my lips.
"I'm a girl in college. I've lied to try to please you, but I don't know what you want from me... we came here on vacation as a volleyball team and as far as I know we're just volleyball players!... please General... please stop... I don't want to die!"
"Kneel in your friend's piss and place your head on my lap." I crawl on all fours and do as the General bids.
"Now lick and suck my cock slowly. Suck well and I let you live!"
My tongue bounds along his cock like a dancer, but soon I realize I must slow down. Even after all of this fucking the incredible man has a cock that won't rest! It grows strong and rigid as I lick.
"Uhh... you lick good, chica. Your own father would get a hard dick if he could see you now!"
I stroke his many-veined rod with my little tongue. It grows and soon -- as the pre-cum dribbles out, it glistens too. I wonder how this man can exist.
He groans, a twinge of pain in the sound. "Uhhh chica. You are skilled. My cock has cum hard many times. You make it ache and hurt, but I will cum one more time for blondie."
He strokes my hair and jaw softly while my tongue hugs the bulbous head of his penis, my fingers caressing the General's hairy scrotum.
"Chica gets her reward," he sighs, painting my nose and lips in his warmth. He ties my wrists in front of me and stands up. I sag to the floor on my belly, finally aware that the other girls are also dazed on the cum-soaked carpet.
Like them, I just lie there.
As if in a dream, I hear a voice -- General Delgado's.
[Spanish] "President, I assure you I have thoroughly interrogated the Americans. The one with the alias Shannon was the only spy. I have questioned the other girls to their limits and I do not believe them to be a threat to your security."
[Spanish] "Against my better instincts, I will defer to your judgment, General. What will you do with them?"
[Spanish] "My will is yours always, President Chavez. What would you have me do?"
[Spanish] "Sell them, fuck them for your own amusement, let them go -- it matters little to me. However, you mentioned that there is one that you did not torture or rape -- what was her name?"
[Spanish] "Sara, Sir."
[Spanish] "You must have special plans for her."
[Spanish] She is the youngest of them, just turned 18, and a beautiful blonde virgin. She would fetch a high price -- but I offer her to you as a gift."
[Spanish] President Chavez is silent for a moment. "You know I have a weakness for cute little blondes. You said you had another similar to her?"
[Spanish] Yes, she has two older sisters. The younger of the two, Jessica, is also a cute little American -- though I am afraid we have handled her roughly. I know you do not like damaged goods.
[Spanish] In this case I will make an exception. Have Slave Jessica ready for my arrival by the end of the week.
[Spanish] My will shall serve.
[Spanish] You have done well. Until then, General, adios.
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I awake sore. There's a threadbare blanket over me and I realize the cuffs and shackles are gone. My wrists and ankles are red and raw from the restraints, but it feels good just to be free. Even the dark collar has been removed, though in its place I notice a small silver thread. Hanging below my collarbone is the focal point of the necklace, the symbol of Amnesty International -- a candle surrounded by barbed wire.
Have I been saved? I wonder, and look around the room for clues. The windowless room is bare save for the white carpet and the sheetless bed.
I run to the door and try to open it, but it won't budge. Suddenly it does open -- Raze towering above.
I stagger back.
"Slave Jessica, sit." He motions toward the bed and I do as he says.
He sits beside me, his eyes neutral.
"The General has asked me to check in on you. Your wounds are healing nicely."
"How-how long have I been sleeping M-master?"
"Many days... the wounds were grievous, but now they have healed and you are almost ready to meet your new Master."
"N-new Master?"
"He does you great honor. He is the President of our great country."
"P-president Chavez??" I ask incredulously.
"One and the same."
"Please Sir, tell me what happened to my sister!"
"Don't you mean SISTERS?" Raze corrects.
My heart drops through the floor. My little sis, Sara, hadn't been with the volleyball team when we'd been captured. Lisa and I had let her tag along on the trip just because we wanted to be good big sisters, but she'd ended up staying back at the hotel while we and the rest of the team had gone to the beach. I had hoped and dared to let myself assume that she had been spared from the dragnet that had captured me and coach and my teammates. Now my heart aches before flying into a million pieces.
"Lisa will stay and serve the General." Oh no! "Sara will join you in serving Master Chavez."
"What happened to Sara while Lisa and I were..."
"She has not been touched... we have saved her virginity for the President."
That is some consolation for me, to know that she was not tortured or beaten. I am grateful that Raze has answered my questions... he seems kinder than the others.
"Thank you, Sir."
"You're welcome, Slave. Now I suggest you get some rest. You will need it."
