Shauna wore a pearl-white bikini suit that contrasted nicely against her smooth and silken almond-hued skin. The 19-year-old had the physique of an African goddess, her busty chest swelling beneath a dainty bra designed for maximum cleavage. The girl played volleyball for the Colorado State Wildcats... or at least had, until joining a fun-filled vacation to Venezuela with the team.
Over her bikini she wore a brown Army T-shirt, which was matched perfectly by a camouflage baseball cap. Shauna's light, tawny hair was somewhere between brown and gold, and although it was naturally curly, she had disciplined it with a sleek ponytail.
She sat on the plush couch watching a bank of monitors -- of her teammates being raped and tortured. She grinned with satisfaction as the girls that had excluded her all year long suffered so deservingly; the high school cliquishness had always made her feel like an outsider. This was just too damn sweet. All of the humiliation was coming back on her tormentors twofold. When she had heard about the plans to take a trip to Venezuela, she had started making plans of her own. Shauna Caldezqa's father was a Brazilian official with close ties to General Delgado. Delgado was like an uncle to her, but more than that, Shauna knew he was a sick rapist that liked to get his hands on hot young girls. All Shauna needed was a trumped-up pretext to have them secretly detained -- though the spies-out-to-assassinate-Chavez plot was a little far-fetched. They had arranged for Delgado to let them go eventually... only after he was satisfied, of course.
Shauna looked up as the ornate doors swept open before none other than General Delgado himself, the short-in-stature yet iron-muscled commander of the Venezuelan Armed Forces. As usual, a cigarette dangled imperiously from his lips, and he wore his favorite green-tinted sunglasses. That little mustache and grizzled 5 o'clock shadow made him look more sloppy than sinister.
"Is my dark chica enjoying the show?" Delgado asked slyly.
Shauna smiled ear-to-ear and leaned back, stretching her arms languidly over her slender torso. "It's been entertaining. I have to admit, your performance will be... hard to forget."
The general chuckled, but his eyes remained flinty and aloof.
"And yet after all I do for your viewing pleasure, Shauna, you repay me with incompetence and give me problems I don't need."
Shauna shot him a curious look. "What's that supposed to mean? I told you everything I knew."
"You did not tell me that the dean of your college and his daughter were also in my country, and that they were to meet up with you and your friends later today."
Shauna bit her lip. "Crap. That was a total accident. They had already planned to be out this way, and Coach just ran into them this morning. Why make a big deal about it? So what? It's not like they're going to find anything."
The general shook his head. "No, no, silly Shauna. That dean has already been snooping, asking too many questions. He would have discovered this little installation of mine. Lucky for us I have them in custody before this Dean Roberts can talk. Now I have to decide what the fuck to do with these annoying Americans!" he growled.
Shauna thought about Dean Roberts. The man had been nice to her. He didn't deserve to be beaten or worse. Vaguely Shauna remembered eating at the Roberts household with other honors students. His daughter Emma was what, 18 years old but taking a year off before attending college? No, the General had to let them go. They were good people. They hadn't ever been anything except kind to Shauna.
"Just let them go, General... there's no need to keep them. What can they prove anyway?"
"This is bad for business, black chica. Making this dean shut up is going to take a lot of creative persuasion, and I don't like having surprises thrown at me. It makes me mad, chica. You think that just because your father helps me smuggle a few kilos of coke into his country that I will just let you off easy for fucking up?"
"W-what the hell do you mean?" Shauna replied, eyes narrowing. "Listen, General, you're making a big deal out of nothing. Just let them go, okay? Relax! They're not a threat."
The General shook his head as two soldiers entered the room.
"What do you think you're doing!?"
"You and me going to do a nice show for the dean's little girl. She gonna learn from me and you how to fuck while Daddy watches from his cell."
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A short man in an officer's uniform grins at her. Shauna comes to groggily only to realize that rope binds her ankles to two giant metal ringlets anchored to the concrete floor. Her wrists are bound with rope and tied to a chain that hangs from the ceiling, forcing her arms to extend so high above her head that she feels like her entire, slender figure is stretched taut like a rubber band.
In the corner kneels a teenage girl. She's a lot smaller than Shauna. The 18-year-old brunette is Emma Roberts. Her wrists are bound in front of her and she's completely naked. Trembling, she sits with downcast, tear-brimmed eyes.
"You fucker, you better not have done anything to her!" shouts Shauna.
The General smiles. "Calm yourself, my black chica. Little white chica only have her clothes pulled off -- not so bad, compared to what my soldiers wanted to do..."
The man begins to strip off all his clothes, revealing a surprisingly muscular if short-stature body.
"W-what the hell are you doing?" Shauna quivers, aware of the dank humidity forming sweat on her beautiful torso.
"Chica asks a good and relevant question," the man replies as he strips off his shirt and pants, standing naked before her, wearing only combat boots with a cigarette dangling from his grizzled-with-mustache visage.
"I am interrogating a sweet, young American pussy."
"Interrogating?" Shauna exclaims, bewildered. "You know I've done nothing wrong! Stop this!" she cries as the man walks toward her, cock hopefully saluting.
"This is most intriguing. I have had many Latina pussies and many white pussies, but it has been too long time since I have busted a good black pussy on my big, nasty cock!"
"Please, you can't do this! I haven't done anything. Please put your clothes on, General. OK, OK, I'm sorry I fucked up, alright? Just let them go! Please!!" pleads the scantily clad black teenager. By now she is already covered in perspiration in the sweltering heat of the unventilated basement cell.
"Whether you feel my cock sink deep into your tight pussy depends on much, black chica. Like how much you are willing to talk about the drugs you and your friends smuggle into my country... or about your plot to assassinate our good President Chavez."
