Bondage / BDSM

Cuban Captive

This story is just a sexual fantasy for adult reading. If you are under 18 or it is illegal to read such stories in your area please stop now and go away.

CHAPTER ONE

At ten-thirty at night, the July air clinging around the broken-down hotel was as hot and muggy as it had been at sunset. Even the sea breeze off the Havana waterfront couldn’t stir the swampy thickness of mildew that clung around the three girls.

For Sera it was her first trip abroad, the first time she had ever been more than thirty miles from her home and the Art College in Cornwall. The tumblers of fierce local white rum that they had all been drinking mixed with Coke – less and less Coke as it happened – had barely taken the edge off her tourist excitement. It was so cool to be here in Havana, out of College and at last taking off into life.

Sera’s most striking feature, everyone said, was her hair.

Fair blonde Celtic hair with a touch of red, curling lazily past her shoulders, which betrayed her roots in her father’s family of Scottish Presbyterians. Whether she wore it up with a clasp behind her head or let it tumble loose, she knew that she would catch the eyes of the boys.

Physically she had everything that an eighteen-year-old girl could desire; beautiful green eyes, a twinkling smile, perfect legs, an athletic lithe body and her amazing 34DD breasts. It was mainly those breasts and the way that boys stared at them that made her so shy. Most of the time Sera made sure that she was as covered up and hidden as possible, dressing in long loose dresses to her ankles in Summer and wrapping herself into woolly jumpers when it grew colder. Her body still made her nervous and seemed dangerous somehow.

Right now her high, proud breasts forced the front of her mint-green night-gown up and forward. “We’d better put Maxy to bed,” she said to Judy, nodding at the sharp-faced blonde’s slumped body with her chin. Sera didn’t catch the surly, rum-soaked glare that Maxine shot back.

Sera had really only become friends with Judy and Maxy in the last two months of her final term at College. Judy was a pretty brunette, with short-cut hair and a sharp, intelligent look in her eyes. What had caught Sera’s attention was how clever and focussed Judy seemed to be. She was so strong, so certain, passionate and committed to everything. It was that steel that made Sera so desperate to be allowed to be friends with Judy. She wanted to find out how to be like her.

And anyone at the College who wanted to be friends with Judy had to be friends with Maxy too, because Judy and Maxy were always together, an inseparable couple. But Judy was clearly the leader. “Yes, Maxy’s through for the night,” Judy agreed. The striped cotton pyjamas she wore couldn’t conceal the grace of her motions or the self-assured way she tugged Maxine off the blotched rug.

Sera blushed, adjusting the strap of her night-gown which had fallen, feeling her boobs bounce. “I don’t see how you can stand those jammies in this heat,” she said, flapping the hem of her nightie. “You can’t get any air!”

Judy had a wry smile on her thin lips as they dropped Maxine on the bed. Maxine’s night-gown was up around her hips, her puffy crotch visible, filling out her panties. The icy chill of Maxine’s last unfocused glare held Sera stock-still until she staggered back against the edge of the other bed. Sera’s innate modesty made her want to cover up the girl’s half-exposed body but she was paralysed by the anger that she was sure she had seen in Maxine’s face.

Sera felt herself stagger and she sat down on the other bed, to catch herself. “Wooooo,” she muttered, “Maybe I should have stopped drinking a wee bit sooner!” Sera put on the giddy smile that she used at parties when she hoped that everyone liked her. Judy didn’t buy it. She grabbed the half-full glasses off the table and sat down next to Sera. She wait for the fair-haired girl to take another sip of the rum then dropped a bombshell that shattered what was left of Sera’s half-drunk composure.

“This isn’t a holiday for me, you know. I’m never going back to England. I’m staying in Cuba.” She waited while the words sank into Sera’s foggy mind, then went on. “I’m going to join the Revolution and change the world. I’m not going to waste my life. There’s so much that needs changing and the Revolution is the only way that won’t take thousands of years.” Judy’s voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper as she filled in the details for Sera, how she had committed herself to the Revolution on her sixteenth birthday right after her first Feminist meeting. How she had joined secret groups in London and had been recruited to bring money for food and guns for Castro’s army under the innocent cover of their holiday together. “I’m meeting a contact tomorrow – April the ninth, at noon.”

Everything from those words onwards was a blur to Sera. She remembered agreeing to distract Maxine when it was time for Judy to slip away the next day. But something hovered at the edge of Sera’s mind, a sense that she had been used. She wished that Judy had shared the truth with her earlier before they had left England. But if she had, would Sera still have come?

She could also remember the quiet, easy way Judy had stripped off when she wanted to show Sera how her body had hardened from her special training, ready now for hot, hidden marches through mountains and swamp, wherever the guerrillas ran. The words were lost, dissolved in rum, but a snapshot of Judy’s dry-skinned, lead body stayed in her mind. It was etched there permanently, from the brown-tipped cones of Judy’s breasts, across the firm, taut skin of her belly and down to the light padding of feminine fat over long, dancer’s legs. In response to Judy’s passionate excitement, Sera had rolled to the centre of the mattress, her pulse racing. She knew she was old enough and worldly enough that Judy’s easy nudity shouldn’t shock her, but the quick display struck a disturbing chord in Sera’s own body.

Sera could remember that Judy then rolled onto the mattress beside her. They had stared at each other, swimming in the bittersweet murk of too much rum. Their hands touched and strange tingles ran along Sera’s arms, then down to the centre of her belly.

The feelings weren’t completely new. Sera would say that she was very willing and eager to explore her sexuality, to join in with the others. The trouble had always been that she grew frightened when a boy tried to get close to her; she panicked and set about controlling him and then there were always arguments. Her friends told her that she always went for losers. Certainly they always ended up hurting and disappointing her. But she would always see the best in them and felt that she had a karmic task to work on with them, even if it was always painful. There had been little pleasure and fun so far and her body remained locked up, undiscovered territory.

The stifling heat and the rum and the slow, lazy rotation of the fan above them made the smooth, soft touches of Judy’s hands seem dreamy, like swimming underwater. Sera let Judy slide the long green night-gown up to her hips, her waist, then lifted her shoulders and stretched her arms out as the garment flowed over her head. She made a helpless, beckoning motion with her hands, inviting Judy to hold her and cuddle with her, but the brown-haired Lesbian was fascinated by the curves and textures of Sera’s body.

And Sera found that she could accept it, though it made her blush. The glistening look of erotic admiration in Judy’s eyes made Sera truly proud of her body for the first time in her life. A vague hint of inhibition tried to surface in Sera’s mind, but the rum and her awakening body silenced it.

Judy reached slowly with her fingertips and the long pads of her fingers traced a curving line along the outer swell of Sera’s pale breasts. The pink cast of the sheltered fair-haired girl’s skin paled slightly under the feathery touch, then coloured again. Judy’s fingernail scratched at the rim of Sera’s coral aureole and the surface of the circle crinkled and darkened. The points of Sera’s breasts were nearly an inch long, blunt-tipped and cute. Blood pulsed to them until the lush nipples looked lipsticked against the pale skin of her bosom. Even the occasional freckle on the tops of her mounds stood out more against the translucent blue of the tiny veins that meandered toward Sera’s delicious nipples. Sera felt a glow of pride as Judy’s lips opened slightly and the brunette’s tongue moved sideways against the surface of her mouth. Sera blushed. The hot, pinkish tint spread from her ears and cheekbones to her long, lovely throat, then down as far as the up-thrust tips of her wonderful DD breasts. Judy lightly squeezed Sera’s nipples in her fingers.

Sera’s expression was asking for something. She felt the hunger now all through her but she wouldn’t allow herself to know what it was. Her hips were restless, moving from side to side on the shabby bedspread. She watched Judy’s eyes moving on her skin and the centre of her groin warmed. Tentatively, afraid of a word or even a glance, she dared to touch Judy’s arm.

Judy didn’t stop her lascivious survey of the tall girl’s luscious body. Her fingers trailed from the peaks of Sera’s magnificent breasts and followed the high-arched line of her ribs. She ran a fingernail along the vulnerable hollow of Sera’s solar plexus, then into the wide, shallow cup of her navel. Sera’s stomach curved softly to a trim line just above the lovely indentation then rose in an enticing curve. The curve beside each horn of her pelvis was wide as a cradle. It tapered down into insanely long, full thighs. Judy knelt astride Sera’s narrow waist and stared lovingly into the very centre of Sera’s exquisite femininity.

A light, musky odour, like expensive perfume, had begun to rise from the ripe swell of Sera’s love-mound. The hair there was two shades darker than the curls on her head and it grew thinly enough that the crevice between her virginal pussy lips showed through. A maze of bluish veins ran just beneath the surface of the tender skin, veins that swelled the outer labia into puffy readiness as Judy watched. A glistening strip of moister, softer flesh began to peek through at the centre.

The tight, virginal shape of Sera’s pussy invited the cupping pressure of a hand or the slow, lascivious caress of a slithering tongue. Tiny beads of pussy cream clung to the bases of the hairs, gleaming like tiny diamonds. Judy’s breath stirred the hairs and Sera involuntarily rolled her hips upwards.

The rising power of the sensations in her body disturbed Sera. She’d never had to cope with feelings like the ones that emanated from her loins right now. There was a hungry hollow throbbing in Sera’s belly, like a far off bass drum beating in time to her heart. Her nipples hurt in a strangely pleasant way. The whole mound of each tit ached for some pressure, some new touch that she’d not needed before. Sera reached up like a drowning swimmer and touched Judy. The brunette turned round and each girl gathered the other close. Even in the muggy heat of the hotel room, the touch of skin on her own sweating flesh was welcome. The strange heat in her loins flared higher. Judy kissed her, both sets of lips opening slowly and meeting fully.

Sera’s tongue found its way into Judy’s mouth. Sera’s body reacted with a lewd urgency that surprised her. She hesitated for a moment, then threw herself into the shared contact. She ran her hands along Judy’s back, running her palms from Judy’s shoulders to the hot, round firmness of the brunette’s ass cheeks. Sera heard a moan, but the clinging wetness of the two girls’ mouths hid the source. She didn’t know if it was her voice or Judy’s. Judy’s hand began moving again, gliding silkily along the outer swell of Sera’s bosom, pressing the aching mounds up against Judy’s own tits. Sera’s nipples bored into the dry warmth of Judy’s skin. Judy’s titty-points pressed erotic sensations into Sera’s large, aching breasts.

A warm, slightly scratchy sensation near the base of Sera’s belly turned moist. It was as warm and soft and erogenous as the feelings in her own pussy. Sera rocked her hips upward and tautened her belly against the rubbing, sliding pressure of Judy’s vulva. Sera opened her thighs and a long, slender leg pressed against her love-mound. Sera was amazed at the erotic sensitivity of her flesh. Without the grabbing, hurried creep of a boy’s fingers there, her labia seemed to blossom open. Judy’s thigh didn’t threaten to invade her secret channel or grab and twist at the curly hairs. It simply pressed easily to and fro on her labia, spreading the slow-oozing cream from her vagina to the stiffening tension of her clitty. Sera tightened her hands on Judy’s springy ass.

“Ummmm-hmmmm,” Judy moaned, twisting her lips against Sera’s mouth. She tugged at Sera’s shoulders and the two women rolled onto their sides. Both pairs of legs opened, inviting the kneading pressure of a female thigh against the steamy warmth of exposed labia. Sera moved her hand slowly up toward Judy’s breast. She cupped the joyous, hard mound. A forbidden excitement grew, like the rising flicker of flames in a fresh-lit fireplace. Mild as it was, it was Sera’s first taste of active sexual participation. She felt her body flowing against Judy’s like the taste of liqueurs coating her palate in some smoky club. She felt the need and urgency of another person’s hungers and she wasn’t afraid. Sera melted against Judy, every nerve on the surface of her skin finding a fresh, delicious way to feel femaleness.

Sera lost track of the places her hands caressed and squeezed, moulded and kneaded. The rising roar of her pulse in her ears orchestrated the chords of musical sensation four hands drew from two ecstatic bodies. Sera looked at Judy’s smiling face, at the lips that were glossy and wet with hunger, at the eyes that were closing with sheer pleasure and nodded at the question that hung in the air between them. Sera marvelled at the firm, sweet-surfaced sway of Judy’s breasts in her hands. She caressed the whole luscious shape of each conical titty and then ran her thumbs across the rubbery nipples. Sera felt a pure, childlike joy when the tips sprang back into place, all but begging for another touch.

Judy’s lips began to creep down Sera’s body. A thrill of shame flashed in Sera’s mind then disappeared under a flood of heat when Judy’s gluey-soft lips touched her breast. Lips gripped the tip of Sera’s nipple lightly, pulling out and away. The coral point slipped out of her mouth, setting concentric rings of rippling sensation in motion. The lusty feeling went all through the jelly-like mound of her titty and set waves running up and down her spine. That feeling of sin, half-remembered prohibition, perhaps from the Presbyterian line, grew – but the luscious beauty of Judy’s lips on her nipple overwhelmed it. Sera arched her back, offering her bosom to her friend. She felt the erogenous slide of a tongue-tip across the semicircle of aureole beneath each nipple. Sera moaned. She gripped Judy’s breasts harder, relishing the contrast of lean firm flesh under the satiny smoothness of Judy’s skin. The nuggety brown points of Judy’s nipples offered themselves to Sera’s mouth. Sera loved the way those enticing lips covered the whole sensuous ring of each aureole in turn then glided back to tug at the tips again. Sera sighed and her fingers pressed deeper into the lewd springiness of Judy’s tits.

Oily warmth flowed from Sera’s vagina, a bubbling stream of slippery juice that heated the whole trough of her loins. Sera pushed the mysteriously swampy centre of her pussy up at Judy and her thigh touched Judy’s pussy mound.

The heat in her breast had a strange, erotic connection with the crinkly moistness of the other girl’s cuntal zone. Sera rubbed her full, fairskinned thigh against the puffy warmth of Judy’s pussy and a slick, oily fluid coated her skin. It was a magical liniment that oozed soft warmth into her muscles. Sera slid her hands down the wide curve of Judy’s hips and marvelled at the youthful firmness of her ass cheeks. Sera pulled Judy to her, revelling in the flow of cream on her thigh and the grinding, rolling motions of Judy’s leg on her own pussy. “Oohhhh, Judy!” she moaned, pressing her breasts at the brunette’s face and tugging her hips. “Ohh, god!” “Yes, Sera, yes!” Judy sighed. She gave the tip of each nipple a last flashing lap of her tongue, then edged her thigh from between Sera’s legs. She rolled Sera onto her back and turned around, straddling the dazed girl’s head.

Sera looked down and saw Judy’s breast hanging enchantingly over her own belly. She opened her mouth unconsciously, licking toward the dark-brown tips of Judy’s nipples. Sera raised her knees automatically when Judy’s hands circled under her thighs. She opened her legs wider, responding to the light touch of Judy’s fingertips at the tops of her thighs, then realised what Judy was about to do. “Nooo! Judy…” Sera begged. Her knees moved together, trapping the brunette’s head between her thighs. “It’s…. I’m… No, please!” “It’s alright, Sera,” Judy whispered. “Ooooh, you’re so lovely…. I have to!” She tugged free of Sera’s loosening thighs and looked between their bellies at Sera’s face. “Please, honey, you’ll like it,” she begged.

Sera looked down through the high, wide canyon of her own cleavage, past the down-hanging delights of Judy’s breasts. She couldn’t stand to see the pleading look in Judy’s eyes. Sera shifted her gaze, looking up. There above her was a brown-furred nest that stuck in her mind like a photograph. The rich, wide aromatic centre of Judy’s gaped-open pussy looked impossibly moist and inviting. The scent of Judy’s arousal filtered into Sera’s nostrils and stopped any protest she could still have made. Sera felt soft fingers work along the sides of her labia and she let her thighs relax. A thin, soft stream of air caressed and cooled the centre of her pussy and Sera moaned. Sera couldn’t stop the silky slide of her hips on the bedspread. She stared up at the moist red centre of Judy’s pussy. That’s what I look like, with the little fold at the top and those tiny inside lips right next to a little oval button. My God, I can feel that same blush down there, the redder part that goes all the way to my back hole and out to my thighs!

The darkened edges of Judy’s pussylips moved, opening and closing. The orchid-like mouth of her vagina slowly tensed and relaxed, showing the glowing pink of the inner folds. Red heat ran from the triangular hood of the brunette’s clit to the front edge of her rectum. The whole area was slick, glistening with the clear fluid of her arousal. Sera drooled as she looked up at the easy contractions and openings of the delicate pussymouth.

Like a hypnotised dreamer, Sera raised her hands. She slid her palms along Judy’s trim waist and along the skin. Her hands reached the outside of Judy’s supple buttocks. She stopped the slight, slow motions of Judy’s hips long enough to study the enticing red of her pussy centre and the surrounding nest of wet brown hair. Sera gulped.

A warm, wet touch on her own labia made Sera shut her eyes. The

warmth, the texture, the incredible slipperiness told Sera that it had

to be Judy’s tongue. Her sphincters tightened with a chill that

flashed the whole length of her spine. The lascivious slither went up

the outer edge of one pussy lip, then down the inside of her other

thigh. The curly coarseness of her pussy hairs pressed into the

sensuous surface of her inner labia. Sera gripped Judy’s ass cheeks. The next gliding slither of tongue went right down the tight

crevice at the centre of her mound. A ripple of tension travelled straight to Sera’s brain. As the tongue passed, Sera felt her thighs opening wider, offering her secret centre openly to the lascivious motions of Judy’s tongue. The sticky slices of her inner labia parted and a second stream of exhaled air ran along the middle of the moist tissues. Sera moaned again, louder.

Judy kissed along the top of Sera’s love-mound and the girl swivelled her hips. The sensation was like nothing she’d ever known. The easy, half-teasing motions of Judy’s tongue tantalised her, making her anticipate the next touch. Judy waited just a fraction longer than Sera had thought she would and the next slithering lick took her pussy by surprise.

The next sliding rhythm of Judy’s tongue accelerated but never quite enough. The brunette’s mouth stayed a tempting step behind the pace of Sera’s arousal. Soon, Sera felt long, loving, almost constant strokes running up and down the centre of her pussy. The moves alternated at random, toying with the rise of lewd heat in the girl’s cunt zone. The hairs parted and the crevice was ready. Judy stopped licking. Sera thought she would die. Her hips rose and fell, moving in a sensuous roll. She whimpered. “Kiss me…. Kiss my pussy too,” Judy said. Her voice was a passionate growl. She lowered her hips, bringing the dripping centre of her nest almost to the tip of Sera’s nose and moved lustily back and forth.

Sera closed her eyes. Delicately, half-afraid of what might happen, she extended her tongue. The excited girl raised her face and felt the marvellous wet warmth of Judy’s pussy folds against her lips. A tentative dab at the spot where she remembered Judy’s vagina was coated her mouth with a marvellous fluid that soaked into the tissues of her palate. She swallowed then kissed the sleek wet centre of Judy’s pussy again. The tongue and lips in her own pussy began to move once more. Sera’s hands tightened on Judy’s ass, dragging down the brunette against her face. In the space of a single heartbeat, Sera thrust her hips up, grinding her cunt against Judy’s face and began slurping hungrily at the brunette’s pussy. The slow, erotic rise of feelings exploded like a thunderclap. One second Sera was gently offering her body, shyly kissing at Judy’s loins. The next instant her tongue writhed like a squirming eel in and around the brunette’s cunt. She gathered curly hairs into her mouth, swallowed spit and cunt cream and ground her crotch against Judy’s face.

Sera became like a tiger. A fist-sized knot of longings in her belly hardened and grew. She moaned, the fleshy muff of cunt on her lips stifling the sound. She twisted, rubbing her belly on Judy” tits. Sera bucked and bumped her pubic bone against Judy’s chin. The hot spike of her clit shot sparks. Sera found the pearl-hard nubbin at the top of Judy’s cunt slit and sucked it. She pulled it into her mouth. Her tongue flashed back and forth, whipping frenzy into both women’s movements.

The flailing heat on her own clit grew. Sera felt flames in her nerves. Her hips churned. Her tongue whipped back and forth. She thrust into Judy’s cunt hole, then sucked at her clit. The slick juice flooded her face. Sera wanted to jam her head into Judy’s pussy. She strained her legs wider, offering her cunt to Judy’s face. The creaking springs of the bed protested under the accelerating motions of these two drunken women. The fumes of booze and sweat and cunt juice filled the room. The cream squishing from both cunts sloshed loudly. Gasping breaths and groans of pleasure echoed off the peeling wallpaper.

The knot of feeling in Sera’s belly tightened, then exploded. Something unknown but incredibly erotic pounced from her clit to her brain. Sera sucked and licked and bucked under Judy. Judy ground down against Sera’s cunt, Sera’s face, and Sera’s tits. They rolled onto their sides.

Twisting, writhing, gasping for air, they started to come. Judy’s slim fingers dug deep into Sera’s ass. The ancient bedspread wrinkled, then ripped. Both bodies ground wetly together. The groans, the gasps, the sweaty slapping of tits on bellies sounded like a battle to the death. Sera’s long fair hair tangle around Judy’s legs. Judy’s short brown hair rumpled against the tensing surfaces of Sera’s thighs.

Sera was lost, drowning in sensation. The musky taste of cunt juice filed her mouth. The awesome force of her cuntal contractions bludgeoned her nerves. Nothing mattered but he cunt in her mouth and the mouth on her cunt.

It went on and on, reaching higher peaks with each gnawing suck against her cunt lips. Judy’s mouth assaulted Sera’s snatch. Sera ground her cunt fiercely against Judy’s face. Sweat greased them both. Their tits were as wet as their cunts. Their asses gleamed in the light from the dingy yellow bulb. The slippery sheen of their sweat emphasised every lusty motion of their bodies. Sera lost herself. She was all cunt, sucking hungrily to drag the entire world into her hole. Like a snake swallowing its tail, she shoved against Judy’s twat and felt Judy’s face grind into her crotch. The clasp of cunt flesh on her tongue reinforced the shocking strength of her own orgasm. Sera fought harder to come, fought harder to force ecstasy into Judy’s pussy.

Every part of her gathered tight before one last pulse. It held, waiting like a boulder on the edge of a cliff. She felt the waiting in Judy, the holding off, the knowledge that they would both die in the next wave of orgasmic feeling. Muscles were tight. Everything froze, then…..

Sera let herself go spinning away, riding huge crests of feeling. A part of her mind couldn’t believe the power of her awakened pussy. Her limbs slacked and Sera rolled away from Judy’s spasming body into a pit of unconsciousness.

CHAPTER TWO

Sera tried to contain her turmoil all during the morning of the ninth. Those cascades of feeling that had overwhelmed her the night before couldn’t possibly be anything but sin, could they? She was jumpy and jittery during breakfast, during the stroll she and Maxine and Judy took through the plazas, even during lunch.

She was a long way from Cornwall and a long way from the way she’d been brought up. That curly-haired nest between her thighs was private, secret, not to be touched except by the husband she would someday have.

But it had felt so good and Judy obviously wasn’t worried about the sin – if there’d been one. Maxine had become even more irritable but Sera couldn’t tell if it was from her serious hangover or if, somehow, she’d dragged herself from unconsciousness to see what Sera and Judy had done. Before Maxine had wakened, Judy and Sera were both dressed for breakfast, so it couldn’t have been the way the two women had slept, arms and legs wrapped round each other.

Judy smiled and winked secretively at Sera and tried to cheer Maxine up while they meandered through downtown Havana. She made whispered remarks at the police who drove around in jeeps with machine-guns mounted on the back and at the sweating shopkeepers. They finished an early lunch and wound back to the hotel. The streets were clearing. Even the growling jeeps and armoured carriers of the national police slowed down, then disappeared.

Right in front of the hotel was a square with three wide trees and half a dozen wrought-iron tables. Sera watched a shopkeeper roll down his wicker blinds over his windows. Across the plaza a taxi-driver turned off his motor. It was two minutes to twelve.

Sera still didn’t believe that Judy would go through with it.

The leggy brunette smiled brightly and said, a bit too loud, “Oh, Maxy, I just remembered! I have to re-register us at the hotel. Why don’t you and Sera get us a couple of those straw handbags to take back next week?” She pointed to the shop that was closing for siesta. “Oh and your mother wanted castanets!”

Sera’s throat tightened as Judy waved. She tugged Maxine’s arm, leading her toward the little shop across the plaza. “Come on, Maxy,” she said huskily. Her eyes stung.

She’s going – going now, Sera thought. She ignored the abrupt tug that snatched Maxine’s wrist out of her hand. Judy’s really, actually doing it! Sera turned away and hurried ahead of Maxine to the dark interior of the shop.

Behind her a motor started. Something was wrong! Just as Maxine followed her into the shop, Sera realised what it was. It wasn’t the taxi! The pebbly banging of a heavy diesel roared louder.

Sera spun round. The shopkeeper grabbed her arm and threw her to the floor. A flashing glimpse of the taxi driver pulling a pistol from his shirt stopped Sera for an instant. Judy ran across the square. A clattering, rust-smeared tank roared into the plaza. The taxi driver dodged behind his cab and the tank’s machine guns opened up.

Dust flew. Chips of stone from the cobbles and powdered plaster from the fronts of the buildings filled the air. The dreadful hammering of the heavy machine guns went silent as the turret cannon belched. With a huge “BAA-RUMMPHH!” the taxi-cab caved in. The machine guns rattled again, dimmer in the echoes of the gun. Rifle shots mingled with the chaotic screams and shouts of dead and dying Cubans. Pieces of taxi-cab rained down, smashing wrought-iron tables, tearing limbs from trees.

Someone beat on Sera’s head. She rolled over, kicking and yelling. The image of Judy, a third eyehole in the middle of her forehead, blinded her in the dark of the curio shop. Sera didn’t recognise Maxine until the soldiers pulled them apart. The general uprising against Batista’s government had begun.

Sera had no idea of where she was. The twists and turns the truck had taken had lost her completely. Barricades in the streets were on fire. Gunshots and ricochets rattled and whined around them, sometimes ringing the side of the closed truck like a huge, mismade bell.

The handcuffs cut into her wrists. Sera tried to think, tried to reason her way out of the nightmare but all she could think of was Judy’s twitching body on the cobblestones of the plaza. “Why, Maxy, why?” she sobbed.

The soldier in the back of the paddy wagon never answered. He sat with his rifle across his knees, watching the half-dozen prisoners as if he didn’t care one way or the other about shooting them. All but one of the Cubans sat as stolidly as the guard, waiting for the journey to end at the prison barracks. The exception, an old, sweating, mulatto man lolled his head back against the steel side of the truck and chuckled every time her looked at Sera. “Ay, guapa,” he half-whispered, “Ay, ay, pobrecita guapa.”

Sera didn’t care that she was a poor little cutie, or even know what he was calling her. She only knew her friend was dead and that Maxine had shouted hysterical Spanish at the police before they led her away. Oh, poor Judy, she thought, poor, pretty Judy!

Nightmares never end as easily as Sera would have liked. The thick stone walls of the Moncada barracks were clammy, dank inside, even though the afternoon was half over. It was no place to be stripped naked by leering guards and no place to be stood against a wall while soldiers and their prisoners marched past. Sera, her hands cuffed behind her, her legs chained, tried to shrink through the massive stone blocks of the wall but the slimy-cold touch of the clammy blocks made her flesh creep. The statuesque girl didn’t know which was worse, the mouldy nastiness of the hewn boulders or the lewd sniggers of the soldiers.

It took her hours to decide that this couldn’t be an ordinary day at Moncada. The fat, greasy-eyed corporal who’d ordered Sera’s original captor to leave her in the entryway had scarcely had time to leer at her since she was brought in. Soldiers brought in blocks of prisoners, some bleeding from the wounds of bayonets, bullets or cobblestones, some dragging unconscious comrades. It seemed as if half the population of Havana was rounding up the other half for instigating the battle that had started at noon.

And there Sera stood, her long blonde hair hanging loose.

She’d tried to shake strands around to cover her breasts, but the rich pink of her nipples still poked through. She shifted from one foot to the other, trying to hide her cuntal vee with one tight-pressed thigh but that only accented the tapering slimness of her legs and the outrageously lewd shape of her hips. She had never less wished to be beautiful.

She couldn’t even tell if the street fighting had subsided.

The heavy steps of the soldiers’ boots and the slamming of metal doors drowned out any sound that could have filtered down through the stone walls. Moncada barracks is on the outskirts of Havana and the strike was confined mostly to the middle of the city where the Twenty-Sixth of July Movement and its allies were being crushed by Batista’s army.

Only the gunshots inside the prison walls were audible, the pistol shots that killed any sympathiser that an officer or non-com recognised or held a grudge against. There were more and more bullets fired within the prison as the day wore on. Unit commanders came in from the streets, swaggering with boasts of routing the disorganised rabble outside. Sera stood naked and numb while prisoners came in and bodies went out. She at last slid down the wall and let her forehead rest on her knees, utterly despairing of ever seeing the outside of the prison again.

Decisive footsteps halted in front of her. Sera became aware of shiny black cavalry boots reflecting her forlorn image. Her eyes travelled up the long tops. The flare of well-worn beige jodhpurs ballooned out, then a shining black holster at the left side of an equally shining military harness. A strange hope rose in Sera’s heart. She recognised the passport cover her mother had bought. She looked up at the man’s face.

“Miss Sera Hogarth,” the officer said. “I am Lieutenant Guitierrez.” His blue-black hair was slicked back in a helmet-like pompadour as glossy as his leather equipment. His eyes were off-black, set deep under his brow, glittering like the eyes of an animal in a cave. He gave Sera a thin-lipped smile. The wings of his large, hawkish nose flared.

Sera looked uncomfortably around. She pressed her knees tighter against her breasts. “My …my clothes?” she asked hopefully. “When will the British Consul be here?”

The Lieutenant carefully put Sera’s passport in his tunic’s breast pocket. “Ah, yes …..the consul.” His eyes glittered like wet rocks. He made a sad pout with his lips. “The general strike has ….. impeded, yes, impeded communications. For now, we would like to ask you some questions.” He whipped a small, thin baton from under his left arm and gestured sharply.

“Mendoza! Villareal!”

The two soldiers could have been twins, save for the smashed lump of the first one’s nose. They grabbed Sera by the arms, their expressions blank, and hauled her to her feet.

“Hey!” she protested. Straight-nose dug his fingers painfully into her arm while lump-nose shook her other shoulder.

“AHHH!” Sera gasped. One of them had found a cord of nerves in her biceps and pressed it into the bone. “Where are you taking me?”

The Lieutenant’s lips stretched bloodlessly in that knife-edge smirk again. “A British citizen so lovely as yourself deserves more privacy.” He turned sharply away from the sergeant’s desk to lead Sera and the bookend soldiers down a corridor.

The heavy clanking chains on her ankles hobbled Sera. She took two or three hurried steps for every long stride of the soldiers. She tripped. Mendoza or Villareal merely tightened their grip on her upper arms and dragged her, letting the smooth-worn stone of the ancient corridor scrape the ends of her toes.

The Lieutenant tapped his swagger stick on the seam of his

pants, never looking back, until they reached a heavy iron door set

deep in a wall. He stood aside while lump-nose found a wrist-thickand swung the ancient portal open.

The soldiers thrust her through the narrow door. Sera fell heavily on her right side, unable to catch herself. “I – I’m a British citizen! You can’t keep me here!” she said, her voice rising hysterically. Sera rolled onto her back and stared wildly up at the Lieutenant. The brief flicker of hope that had risen when she’d seen her passport in his hands had fallen in the corridor outside.

The only light in the bare cell came from a tiny window then feet off the floor. A square of brightness illuminated the officer’s crotch, showing the distinct lump of his hidden prick. “You are suspected of treason against the people and government of Cuba,” he intoned heavily. He stopped tapping his baton and reversed it smartly into the crook of his elbow.

Sera couldn’t believe her ears. “No! I … I just came for a holiday! My friends and I…..” The image of Judy dying in the cobbled street hit her like a medicine ball. “Find Maxine! She’ll tell you! We …we were shopping and …” She crept away as best she could, pushing her shackled feet against the floor, spider walking her fingers beneath the small of her back. She moved halfway up the wall behind her, trying to press through the stone into whatever sunlight showed outside.

“Shopping for heroin, perhaps?” the Lieutenant sneered. He moved closer and the square of light rose to his face. “Or was it guns, guns for those barbudos, those bearded swine in the mountains?”

The world caved in around Sera. The light on the officer’s face locked her eyes to him as surely as the handcuffs locked her wrists. His hard glittering eyes seemed to bore into her face, reading Judy’s words of the night before like a string of ticker-tape running in her mind. His nostrils flared again, but this time his hawk-beak nose was like a bloodhound’s on a hot scent. “What was the name of your contact?” he snapped.

Sera shook her head numbly.

“No …. no,” she mumbled. There was no way the Cuban

lieutenant could mistake it for anything but abject misery. She was limp all over, held up only by the light reflected from those burning black eyes.

Sera was losing everything outside the band of light across his face. When he snapped a string of orders, she thought her mind was gone. Sera couldn’t even recognise the sounds as Spanish.

Hands grabbed her. The cuffs on her wrists were released for an instant, then snapped shut again, catching her hands in front of her this time. With a twist of her torso and a heavy, almost brutal shove between her shoulder-blades, Sera was propelled to a side wall. A soldier yanked her hands over her head. Something snapped metallically. The cuffs held her wrists fully extended over her head.

“How were you to get to the mountains?” the officer rasped.

Sera stared at him dumbly.

“How were you to get to the mountains?” he repeated, a dangerous undertone in his voice.

Sera felt her moods swinging like a pendulum, moving from ox-like numbness to panic. “No, I’m going home next week! I never wanted to join Castro! It wasn’t me! It wasn’t!” Her voice rose to a shrill scream.

Quick and deadly as a viper the baton whirled from the crook of the lieutenant’s elbow to slash across the tips of her breasts. A knife of pain speared into her tits, then a hot throb replaced it. Sera stopped protesting, her eyes and mouth opening at the shock as much as the pain. She cringed against the wall, trying to pull herself up, out of the officer’s reach. The chains rattled on her ankles.

“Who was the taxi driver?”

Sera shook her head again. This time she was ready for the quick slash of the swagger stick, but it didn’t come. “Who gave you the money?” the officer demanded.

“I didn’t have money …… just for shopping, a few dollars,” Sera said.

The baton ripped up and in, across her left breast, then the backhand stroke slashed down and across her right nipple. Her nipples felt as if they’d been burned with a branding iron. The points oozed pulses of throbbing fire outward until the whole round swell of each tit glowed from within. Tears of pain and shame at her nakedness welled up in Sera’s eyes.

“Please, I’d tell you if I knew,” she whimpered, gnawing at her lower lip.

The whistle of the stick speeding through the dank air warned her – too late. The tip sliced across her left cheekbone. A strip of skin felt torn away. Sera turned her face to the side, leaving the stinging red brand showing full-on to the lieutenant. “I don’t know,” she whined.

The whole front of her body felt hot, as if the fiery pain of lacerations was spreading. Sera sagged, dangling from the handcuffs. Her knees bent and the strain on her arms lifted her blazing breasts higher, flattening the rich globes. The officer gestured with his baton and stepped closer.

The hard, heavy grab of his left hand on her cunt flesh straightened her like an electric shock. “Is this why you won’t talk? You want me to fuck it out of you?” the lieutenant hissed. He twisted the fistful of flesh cruelly, tearing the hairs at the edges of her cunt.

Sera tried to close her legs but the officer’s fist was locked to her twat. “AHHH!” she grunted. “Oww, oh, please!” She tried to squirm away but that only tortured her tight-griped gash more brutally.

She could feel every one of his fingers gouging into the outer pad of her left cunt lip. The ragged nail of his thumb dug up and down the other side of her vee, bruising the inner folds against the stiffening pellet of her clit and ripping still more hairs from her pussy.

The kneading, twisting, tearing pressure around her pussy slowed, became gentler. The new series of grasping touches was somehow more abusive, more an invasion than the officer’s first violent grab at her twat. Sera felt moisture ooze from her vagina dn grease his palm. He worked the cunt juice against her labia with degrading voluptuousness, slimily coercing her body to respond.

A fingertip found the mouth of her pussy and wriggled in. The insidious violation of her body made Sera want to gag. “No-ooo,” she moaned, twisting her arms, galling her wrists on the handcuffs. “Oh, God, please, Mister Guitierrez,” Sera whimpered and begged.

With a mixture of pain, disgust and self-hatred, Sera felt her clitty erecting. The burning of her nipples telegraphed along her nerves and the three hot spots grew hotter and harder together.

“Yess, ah, yess,” the lieutenant whispered. ” A British slut, a whore for me to find answers from! Excellent! Ay, si, puta colorada! Venga por me verga, puta!”

The glossy diagonal strap of his harness pressed Sera’s right nipple into the throbbing ache of her tit. Her ass cheeks flexed and clenched against the stone wall. The helpless girl tried to stifle the part of her mind that was enjoying the arousal, the relief from the questions and slashes of the swagger stick.

The futile attempt only made her cunt mouth kiss against his fingertip. Sera felt the sensitive walls of her vagina milking at his straining digit. She turned her head away in shame, tossing her long hair across the lieutenant’s face.

A hand fumbled at her belly. Sera squeezed her eyes shut. His lips pressed against her ear, muttering Spanish words she’d never heard in an oily intonation that was too, too familiar. She caught words like “carne” and verbs that sounded as gluey as a boot sucking out of thigh-deep mud. Her flesh crawled.

The two soldiers left the cell. Sera felt the lieutenant’s hand creeping on her skin, roaming degradingly from her hip to her breast. The end of the swagger stick scraped her, stuck between his thumb and the pad of his palm, reminding her of the whiplash blows he’s already given her. There was just enough slack in the chain between the handcuffs for Sera to sway from side to side as his hips forced her to the wall.

The heavy buckle of his belt flopped against her thigh. Sera felt a length of hard heat against her lower belly. An ancient, suppressed curiosity melded with her pain and fear. She knew it was his cock touching her and a part of her wanted to grind her belly against it. Sera tried to move toward his prick and away from the finger stabbing into her cunt hole.

She moaned, torn between terror, revulsion and the high, heady feelings of arousal.

A hand grabbed her ass cheek, pawing and kneading the firm flesh. It was a cruel parody of Judy’s gently, unhurried touch, moulding her flesh lasciviously. Sera sobbed huge defeated tears, drowning even the continual murmur of the lieutenant’s voice.

The officer’s fly was fully open now. His pants had fallen away from his cock and the wiry, sweaty clumps of his brush. He took his intrusive finger out of her cunt and held her ass cheeks away from the wall. His prick ground steadily up and down on her pussy mound, tugging the hairs back and forth. Lieutenant Guitierrez took half a step backward, still revelling in the lush textures of her ass cheeks.

Sera arched forward like a hood ornament, her legs dangling, her arms up and back, still imprisoned by the handcuffs. The stripes of the baton glowed on her skin, reddening as the officer pulled her farther from the wall. She went higher, higher until his cock head slipped down the centre of her muff and wedged between her cunt and her asshole. Her arms ached as if her shoulder sockets would break. Sera felt a huge gush of cunt juice flood from her vagina as the lieutenant rubbed his knob back and forth in her crotch. She wanted to die from the sheer debasing shame of her body’s reaction, but a part of her mind made her watch his face as the moment of penetration came nearer.

Guitierrez’ face was twisted into a look between a sneer and a lusty leer. His eyes ran over her body, taking in the cunt hairs, the smooth flatness of her belly and the amazing swell of her tits.

“Ay! Que clara! Su cula es clara, y grande, y ….” He stopped, then the curl of his upper lip exaggerated into a contemptuous snarl. “Your ass, Miss Hogarth! I’m talking about your ass, your bright, beautiful big ass!” His fingers gouged deeper into the sensitive flesh every time he hissed “ass”.

“It’s wide and soft and perfect for a man to slap his balls against! This ass, this pale white English ass of yours used to be my breakfast, my lunch, my dinner and my bed at night when I had to suck the bullshit from your fat mother and your stinking father! I’m going to fuck your beautiful English ass until you tell me about the barbudos, until you tell me about the money, until you tell me everything you know!” Flecks of foam spattered from his lips as he sprayed hatred at her. His fingers never stopped the ceaseless massage of her ass cheeks.

Sera was terrified. Only the middle link of the chain between her ankles touched the floor. She tried to writhe away but his fingers had turned to claws.

The head of his prick found the tiny oval of her virgin cunt and stabbed up at it. She squealed.

Guitierrez held her in his left hand and brought the baton around to the front of her body. He shook it at her, then, jabbing two stiff fingertips against the very top of her muff, said “I’m going to start with your cunt, Miss Hogarth, this passionate red cunt! I’m not going to talk about your TITS -” he backhanded her across her breasts, making both aching mounds vibrate with agony, “because your tits -” he slapped her again and the base of the swagger stick cut a groove in the underswell of her breast that immediately oozed blood – “won’t hurt you as much as your ass and your cunt!”

With the last word, he shoved savagely up into her vagina, tearing the membrane of her hymen.

Sera gasped. The assaulting lance of pain seared her vitals.

Guitierrez slapped her face, knocking her head half off her shoulders.

The knob of his prick was lodged in her cunt now and he pushed deeper.

“We Cubanos love fucking stuck-up Brits and Yankees and other decadent cunts,” he growled, working his prick further into her torn channel. “We love them too much. That’s why your fat sugar daddies don’t want you to come close to Cubanos.” He took her hips in his hands and pulled her down onto the base of his prick.

Sera felt the hard arch of his public bone grind her pussy flesh against her clitty and a fuller, hotter excitement than ever Judy’s tongue had given her filled her belly. The end of the lieutenant’s prick circled around, levering deep in her belly and she opened her mouth soundlessly, shocked at the variety of lusty feelings in her body. Her tits pulsed with an aching, throbbing fire. Her cunt lips burned from his fingernails. Her ass had the dull, tender feeling of bruised muscle everywhere his hand touched. The hot-test, most sensuous part of her cunt channel was on fire with the stretching pain of her ruptured cherry. Sera spread her knees wide and clasped her thighs around his hips.

“Yes, I know you whores,” Guitierrez grunted. “You stole the other bitch’s lover and she told us about your plans.” His fingers gouged into her ass cheeks like claws of a nursing cheetah, dragging her close, then letting her swing away on the chain that held her hands so high above her head. “You come here, to my county, and perform your perverted acts on each other!”

Sera felt a huge thrust of his cock ram her womb up and forward. “Unh!” she grunted, automatically tightening her long legs round his twisting hips.

“No – I -” she began, shaking her head. Her downcast eyes caught the moving bulge of his prick-knob where it pressed her belly obscenely forward.

Lieutenant Guitierrez lifted her ass high, pulling his prick back and away. “Yes!” he shouted and jammed Sera’s twat down the full length of his prick. “Bitch, cunt, whore! You think Castro will let you work your filth into his camps?” With every second word, as if he were reciting a violent chant, the officer rammed meat into her cunt and stroked back out.

Sera gave up. She wept, not even trying to disagree with the officer. She wept for Judy, she wept for Maxine, but mostly she wept for herself. The brutal slam of his pubic bone against her pelvis made her legs and arms tighten in spasms. She jerked herself up and down, back and forth on the handcuffs until blood seeped down her wrists. She quit listening, trying only to let her body go slack against the battering-ram assaults of the lieutenant’s prick.

It was worse than vile, worse than degrading. He still wore his tunic, his pistol and his boots. Sera felt the crumpled top of his pants brushing her chained ankles with every thrust of his cock. Sera tried to make her disgust rise again, tried to form a wall of hatred that would stop his throbbing cock strokes, but it wouldn’t work. She stopped resisting everything but the rising heat of the sensations in her cunt.

She couldn’t help herself. The force-fucking compelled her body to respond to his prick. The slashed heat of her titties, the mauled mounds of her ass, the puffy bruised slices of her cunt lips, all worked to arouse that secret centre of tension in her belly. Sera let her head loll back. Her long hair brushed the wall whenever the officer loosened his grip on her ass. She split herself off from the feeling, staring at the ceiling until her cunt seemed miles away.

But each jabbing stroke of the cock brought that whirling hunger in her cunt closer. She felt the muscles of her thighs knotting. Her ass cheeks flexed and relaxed in time to his grip. Her tits rolled on her chest – the twisting motions of her shoulders encouraged them. Her hips began moving in time to his strokes!

Sera knew the feeling was just like the magical excitement she’d felt with Judy. She laughed hysterically and the officer snarled. His words were no longer distinct enough to hear. He redoubled the savage intensity of his fuck strokes.

His prick jabbed and whirled, throbbing into every corner of her cunt flesh. Sera’s rage and disgust and hysterical panic merged and she threw her cunt at his rampaging prick.

Over and over, she corkscrewed her hips around the plunging piston of rigid meat. The sweaty slapping sounds of his belly against her crotch filled the dank air of the cell. She battled with the lieutenant, her cunt working furiously against his cock. Sera tried to rip the invasive prick away from his body. With her feet shackled in heavy chains and her hands cuffed high overhead, Sera could fight back only with her raped, ruined, bleeding cunt. She growled like a tigress.

Gripping, milking, rotating her hips, Sera discovered more about the frenzied skills of her pussy than she’d thought possible. She straightened her neck and glared back at the sweating officer. She saw the oily perspiration on his face, the swampy patches darkening the armpits of his tunic, the bulging cords in his neck. Knowing she looked at least as wild and abandoned as the furiously hunching lieutenant, she grinned savagely.

Sera looked carnivorous. She showed her teeth in a grimace of lust and revulsion. She churned her hips like the dasher in an overloaded washing machine. She squeezed the base of his prick with a vicelike cuntal grip. The girl whipped her long hair back from her face with a flick of her neck. “Ahhhrghhh!” she snarled and accelerated.

Even the brutal fury of the lieutenant’s cock thrusts was nothing compared to the sloshing, churning, hip-swinging speed of Sera’s cunty contortions. The chain between her angles flogged against the shins of his high boots. The sweat-slick surfaces of her ass made her fingers skid. Her tits bounced and jiggled like jelly creatures trying to break free of her body. The coral-pink tips of her tits were only a widening blur. Sera whipped her ass up, down, sideways, like a dervish. She felt his cock tense. The slap-slap-slap of his balls against her ass stopped. His nuts drew up into a tight mass at the base of his prick.

Sera felt victory, a victory as cruel and painful as the first cherry-rupturing stab of his prick into her twat. She fought on, the glove-soft walls of her cunt stripping the nerves in his prick. The lieutenant’s eyes went wide, then squeezed shut. He grunted like a feeding bear.

The assaulting stabs of his rape tool slowed. Sera speeded her hips. Two frothing rotations of her ass whirled cunt flesh around each shuddering stroke of his prick. Three …. four swampy movements to his one. Sera’s chains clanked like a hundred maltuned bells. Her shoulders were ripping. The skin at her wrists sliced to ribbons. Pain and hate and anger filled her, rising on the crest of tension in her cunt.

With a blast like a ton of dynamite, a fantastic explosion hit her cunt. The thrust of the lieutenant’s cock blasted past the end of her womb. Sera knew his seed was spewing deep in her cunt.

The gut-wrenching power of her own orgasm numbed her. The hot trail of slime on her thigh couldn’t be anything but his jizz. Sera didn’t care. The fury in her mind fuelled the incredible bursts of energy in her cunt and shattering waves of orgasm flashed through her body.

Her vision blurred. Sera forgot the lieutenant, forgot the prison and forgot the cock that still pumped sperm into her cunt hole. She felt the marvellous release of her cuntal tension and that was all that mattered in the end. She rode the pulses for long, long seconds and everything was peaceful with her at last.

A horrible suction dragged at her guts. Sera moaned and then realised it was Lieutenant Guitierrez’ prick head sliding down the come-clenched walls of her cunt.

The meaty section of her cunt walls around his glans was pulling her inside out. “Oohhhaughhh!” she groaned, her mouth falling open. The wide flare of his knob popped sickeningly through the slick band of muscle at the mouth of her pussy. He released her hips. Sera dropped away from his groin, her bruised buttocks slapping wetly against the clammy stone wall. Warm semen spilled down her abused thighs. Sera was too weak to stand. She dangled, her long hair cascading across her face. Her eyes were glazed, barely focussing on the lieutenant’s face.

Lieutenant Guitierrez hitched up his jodhpurs, stuffing his wilting prick away. “Now you will tell me,” he said, drawing himself up into parade-rest. “You have seen only the smallest beginning of what can happen if you do not reveal your contact.”

The handcuffs felt like razors digging into the outside edge of her palms. Sera tried to control her legs, pulling herself upright with her chained hands. Her knees felt like weak soup. She got just enough control of her body to stand her feet six inches apart. The ache in her shoulders, the searing, slicing pain in her wrists eased. She stared mutely at the lieutenant.

His question couldn’t sink into her numbed brain. Sera saw the cavalry boots, the sun-bleached uniform, the relaxed stance of the man and could not comprehend why he still stood before her. Semen was turning sticky on her thigh. She felt the raw, torn nerves and tissues at the mouth of her vagina and the red heat of blood all through her crotch. She took a long, shaky breath.

The motion made her shrinking clitty tingle. The single trickle of sensation was enough to remind her of the obscene fullness, the totally abasing violation of her body. She closed her eyes tightly and turned her head to the side, trying to wipe the lieutenant’s image from her mind and body. “Aowww,” she whimpered.

“You choose not to answer?” Lieutenant Guitierrez said. “Very well, Miss Hogarth, I shall return shortly.” He turned sharply as only a petty tyrant can and stomped out of the cell. The footsteps of Mendoza and Villareal joined him in the corridor, leaving Sera alone with her shame.

Death and fear and self-disgust dominated her thoughts as surely as the Cuban chains dominated her body. Sera willed her heart to stop beating. She wept and screamed like a madwoman, cursing furiously at the walls of her cell. She was worse than useless – she was depraved. Sera thought of her parents, brother and sister, her College friends, everyone who’d ever trusted or believed in her. She could never face any of them again.

In many of her ‘past life sessions’ back home with her friend Ann, trying to make sense of another disappointing, miserable relationship disaster with an inadequate boyfriend, Sera had often imagined previous lives full of rape and torture. Of course – all girls had to have had those sorts of lives, didn’t they? But they had always been in her mind, memories and traces of past karma. She found that she was totally unprepared for it to be happening to her now, right here.

Sera tried to kill herself. It was the only way out.

Sometime during the furious fucking Guitierrez had forced her into she’d begun to enjoy it and that made her unfit to live. Sera knew she was lower than any human could be and survive. She felt the drying slime on her thighs and knew she was slimier than the semen that glued her cunt hairs together. She held her breath until spots obscured her vision. Her limbs went slack. At last, she thought, sinking into a buzzing haze of red-black.

The knife-edge pain in her wrists brought her back. It hadn’t worked. When she fainted her breathing began again, foiling her plan. There had to be another way.

Sera pressed her back to the clammy stone blocks. The sunlit square had crept across the floor to the front of the cell. The cell was bare, blank save for another hook in the opposite wall and the ancient steel plate of the door. Sera felt a curious calm, like the calm of total fatigue, come over her. Even though she knew it was useless, she searched the floor of the cell for anything that could help her die.

Yes, Sera thought, it happened when I started fighting back, when I worked at tearing him apart. I let my body betray me. He forced me but I wound up trying to force him. I acted like an animal, like I’m no better than Guitierrez. That’s why I have to die. Sera nodded as if there were someone there to agree with her. The frantic struggle at the end of the fucking came back to her and she involuntarily arched her hips forward. Her head lolled back again as it had when her passivity ended. She knew how to kill herself. Sera grinned, gritting her teeth at the pain in her wrists. It was simple really. She drew her knees up and forward. She planted her feet solidly against the wall. She strained back until the vulnerable column of her throat was stretched to the fullest. Even the ache in her arms eased. She smiled, serene as some Buddha, and kicked off from the wall.

Her luscious breasts stretched further, flattening until the tips were like pink towers. Sera swung forward and up, her hair streaming behind her. She dragged her chained ankles up into a tight tuck and fell back towards the wall. She would end the shame, the abuse and the pain in one second. The satisfying rush as her body accelerated towards the stone blocks relaxed her completely. Her grin widened. Limp, her head fell forward onto her chest. The blocks slammed into her shoulders. The back of Sera’s head bounced off the wall.

The bitter shame of frustration and failure overwhelmed her.

Metal scraped. Sera looked up. Light and the sound of Lieutenant Guitierrez’ voice hit her simultaneously.

“Miss Hogarth?” the lieutenant asked. “You are ready for more questioning?” He gestured to the soldiers behind him. They materialised in the cell and plucked her from the wall.

Sera wanted to buckle like a wet piece of cardboard but she struggled to her feet. She let herself be frog marched through the corridor, watching the shifting shadows of her and her captors grow and shrink on the ill-lit walls.

They stopped on another level, half a flight of stairs and several hundred yards from her cell. The door in front of her was so old that the hand-hewn timbers had blackened. Lieutenant Guitierrez stepped in front of her and unlocked the cuffs and leg irons before opening the door. Sera rubbed her hands together, trying to make her arms work at her command again. The two soldiers took positions on either side of the door. The lieutenant opened the door and ushered her in.

Sera was shamefully aware of her nakedness as she stepped onto the heavy Oriental rug. She tried to hand back, crossing her hands in front of her. Lieutenant Guitierrez pulled her into the room, bringing her face to face with a jowly, much-decorated officer behind a huge desk. The senior officer’s lizard-like eyes blinked twice, lazily, before the lieutenant spoke. “Mi Coronel, esta es la rebelde.”

“Bueno,” the colonel said, raising his hand in a perfunctory fraction of a salute. His eyes followed Guitierrez out of the room before returning to Sera’s dishevelled, still-erotic form. His expression never changed as she took in the bruises, the cuts, the bloodstains on her fair skin. At least thirty seconds passed. He opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it again. He finally looked away.

Sera hadn’t realised she held her breath until she let out a gusting sigh of relief. “I want to se the Brit-“, she began.

The colonel slammed his hand on the desktop with a pistol-crack sharpness. “Silence!” He glared across the few feet separating him from Sera. “You are not entitled to speak!”

Sera cringed back, raising her hands in protection. For the first time she saw the glass-fronted rack of guns on the wall behind the colonel. A snakelike coil of black leather on the desk caught her eye. She gulped. A five-foot length of slender darkness stood in the corner, a black cord trailing from its tip. Sera swivelled her head. The room was dark and bare behind her. Heavy manacles and iron devices that looked old enough to have been used by the conquistadors lay on a low table near the edge of the rug. She wanted to back away from the colonel but whatever unseen horror might lurk behind kept her in place.

“Look at me.” The colonel’s voice was as flat and deadly as his dispassionate eyes. “I am considered skilful. You will tell me whatever I ask.” His bulky shoulders and scarred moon-like face filled Sera’s vision. Goosepimples stood up all over Sera. She nodded.

“Who was your contact?” The colonel didn’t look at Sera after he asked the question. He slowly stood up and hefted the coils of the black snake whip.

“I …. I came with my friends on holiday. I didn’t know -” Sera stammered. The whip curled out in a long line and flicked her naked belly with a loud “CRACK!” The sound alone made her jump back. Only the tip had touched her skin and a flash of fire on her belly blossomed in pain.

The colonel coiled the whip again. “Ten thousand American dollars is too much for tourists to carry.” He stretched his lips in a travesty of a smile. “What can a poor simple Cuban think except that you were going to join the rebels?”

The colonel walked round the desk. He stared down at the table of torture implements and asked “What do you know about the owner of the shop where you took cover?” He nearly made a choice, like a plump matron debating over a box of chocolates, then moved away from the table. “He turned for us less than a week ago. Los Castristos found out this evening. He probably saved your life today but your Communist friends murdered him. What is the point of protecting such ones?”

Sera’s mind raced. She knew Judy was dead but that was all she knew. Loyalty to her lover-friend made her resolved to tell Batista’s officers nothing. She thought of the places they’d been that morning (was it only a day ago?) and wondered if she could pinpoint one, any one, and bargain for her own freedom. She shook her head.

The colonel took the long, thin buggy whip from the corner.

He watched the frayed end of the silk cord pop softly as he made fly-casting motions with the long handle. “A strange coincidence that you should pick that particular hotel. Your own government has told us about the owner, about his long stay in Mexico. Why were you and your … friends staying there?”

Sera shrugged, trying to keep the fear from her face. That little thing can’t possibly hurt like the bullwhip, she told herself. “My …. My parents recommended it. They stayed there one their honeymoon,” she lied.

The tip of the limber steel rod whistled. The silk popped against Sera’s cheekbone. “UNHHH!” she grunted. The eye on that side filled with tears. It’s not that bad, she thought, biting her lower lip.

“Please, Miss Hogarth,” the colonel said softly. His voice was becoming breathy. “I am a lie detector. You mustn’t try to fool me.”

“They stayed there, they did,” she protested. The limber little whip flicked again, the tip moving only a few inches. The end of the cord slashed from the edge of her labia to the outside of her thigh.

An angry welt was already rising. It felt like liquid fire painted carefully along her skin, touching her pussy. She looked up at the colonel again. The first sign of interest showed on his face. The pencil-thin butt of the whip rested between his thumb and two blunt fingertips. The silk cord trailed along the floor from where the shaft rested on the rug. “I’m not a rebel….I don’t know anything about Castro …. about anything in Cuba!” Sera whimpered. “Please, please, colonel, just let me go home!” Her face, her whole body, pleaded with him. Her hands rose in a half-prayer and Sera took a step towards him.

So fast she hardly saw it, the whip slashed up from the rug.

The end of the cord popped softly just at the top of her cuntal crease. “AIEE!” Sera screamed, throwing her shoulders back reflexively. Her hips snapped forward in an instantaneous pelvic thrust, offering her cunt to the searing touch of the whip. She held the position for a split-second, then covered her pussy with both hands and tried to shrink away. “Oh, God, please! No, colonel, please!”

The heavy-set colonel smiled for the first time, an oily, sinister smirk that promised more pain. Chills ran along Sera’s skin even as heat in her loins followed the stinging pain in her pussy.

“Tell me who, tell me when, tell me where,” he hissed.

“I can’t! I don’t know!” Sera wailed. She shook with deep,

gut-twisting terror. The rising heat in her pussy scared her almost as much as the slow, step-by-step advance of the colonel – and the colonel scared her witless.

Flick! Flick! Flick! Three short, sharp movements of the colonel’s hand tweaked her nipples, her hands, her belly with the end of the whip. Sera’s arms moved a fraction of a second behind each shocking slash, too slow to shield her from the bite of the innocent-looking silk cord. It was like a bombardment of flaming match-heads on her most sensitive spots.

“Who?” Flick! The corner of her mouth blazed with pain.

“When?” Flick! The left side of her pussy stung.

“Where!” Flick-flick! The top and bottom of her left breast

were sliced into.

Sera turned and ran but the room was only twenty feet long.

The snake-tongue slashes of the whip criss-crossed her buttocks, her thighs, her back. The icy sweat of terror dripped onto her welts, fuelling the fires that ate into her skin. She reached the wall and huddled into a foetal crouch.

It was useless. The strokes became deliberate, moving here and there with graduated intensity. Sera jerked and quivered under the skinny braid. The back of her neck, her shoulders, her buttocks felt the white-hot caress of the whip again and again. Sera knew without looking that the colonel stood over her, picking each spot before lazily laying a razor-thin line of pain along her body. She pulled herself tighter into her defensive ball, pressing her forehead and knees against the stone wall. Sera gasped and whimpered, squealing at each touch of the whip.

It seemed haphazard at first but Sera soon saw the gruesome method. Each fresh stripe on her skin was planned to surprise her. No two strokes landed on the same spot. Once the tip would pop a flower of red pain onto her ribs. Next the whole braid would wrap cruelly round her ankle or thigh, leaving a line of bare peeled blood and muscle and raw nerve ends. Her ass cheeks were a lattice of blazing red lines. The tip of the narrow cord could insinuate itself around her arm and bite her titty or pop numbing pain into the quivering ring of her asshole. Sera choked on tears.

The plan changed slowly. The strokes of the whip strayed less. The tip of that obscenely nimble silk cord kept finding new routes across her skin to the base of her pussy. Sera clenched her ass cheeks. Was that blood flowing from the welts on her labia or was it juice bubbling fresh from her abused cunt? Sera shouted furiously.

Sera writhed under the whip like a woman possessed. She felt the fiery stimulation forcing her blood to rush faster in her loins. The whole wide cradle of her pelvis was congested, full of cunt cream and heat and the incredible steamy simmering of her cunt. She rocked back onto her shoulders and the end of the flailing whip sliced ribbons of torchy heat along her ass. Even the ring of her rectum ripped with the lashing. She had to turn her head to the side as the colonel stepped closer. The cord sliced up between her thighs, branding her belly with vertical stripes.

The colonel tore at his pants with his left hand and flogged furiously at her cunt with his right. A bloated, purple-tipped length of cock appeared, jutting out like a howitzer. The knob looked as brutal and as evil as the colonel’s snarling face. Spit flecked his lips, spraying onto Sera’s ass and thighs as he spattered her with curses.

The metal rod itself beat against her cunt and Sera started to come. The silk cord was tattered from slashing at her skin, frayed larger than a half-dollar at the tip. The handle was as limber as a fly casting rod and it bent to deliver a stinging slash from her clit to her rectum with each frenzied motion of the colonel’s arm.

Sera was coming harder with every second of the beating. Her hips rolled like a stormy ocean. Her cleavage was scarlet from the thrashing of the lash. Her cunt mouth winked open and shut with each shattering pulse of her orgasm. The merciless rise and fall of the whip slowed then stopped and Sera faced the colonel again.

The whip flew across the room as he ripped the buckle of his gunbelt open. The holster hit the floor like a lead weight. High boots, tunic, necktie and all, the colonel knelt on the floor between her legs.

Sera felt hot, sweating hands on her ass. She tried to control the pulsating convulsions of her cunt. He raised her ass higher. She rested on her shoulders and the back of her head. With a hammering, pile-driver impact, his cock head burst past her cunt mouth and plumbed her depths.

Sera screamed with shock, terror and ecstasy. She squirmed, milking hot, simmering cunt flesh around his prick. The barrelling momentum of his first fuck thrust carried his engorged knob towards her womb like a bludgeon. The numb shock at the centre of her snatch stopped her for the space of one frantic heartbeat, then her hips rotated in a faster frenzy than she’d ever felt.

The colonel’s belly battered her cunt mound. His prick sloshed back and forth like a stallion’s, reaming her hole wider. The constant mind-warping waves of Sera’s orgasm kept her cunt clamped down around his meaty rod like a vice. She wailed and babbled, begging him in English. He cursed and foamed back at her in Spanish.

They rolled across the floor, battling with the fury of Sera’s come and the colonel’s inflamed balls. The sweaty, hairy mass of his sac flogged against the whip-stripes on her ass and the sweat burned. The scratchy bush at the base of his massive cock scraped her raw clit like sandpaper. Pain and gasping, grasping, groaning cuntal pleasure racked her. Sera knew her shoulders were bruising, her cunt was aching but her ongoing come blotted the fear out. She wrestled with the colonel, daring him to stop and daring him to continue. The whole world was nothing but a huge cock wrapped in a boiling cunt. The colonel grunted. He went stiff all over. Sera worked her cunt feverishly against him. She rolled and swivelled. She pounded her fists against his back. She dug her fingernails into his ass. That bulky belly against her cunt was hard as a rock. She refused to let him slow down.

Bouncing, jiggling, straining with the blurring speed of a totally released woman, she stripped the nerves from his prick. Sera kept moving when his tension slacked, then milked his prick harder when a pulse went through him again. She worked three viciously hard spurts of come from his cock, then lost count. Sera slowed enough to match his remaining thrusts. She threw her cunt up at him, then ground her belly into his. With a superhuman effort she pulled back until only that massive knob was still in her cunt.

She hung there, dead to everything but the swelling flange of his cock head and waited. Every nerve in her body screamed. “FFFUYUCKK!!!” she wailed and slammed against the colonel again. The delayed waves of her orgasm came harder, harder, harder. She couldn’t stop. The colonel was dead weight above her. He let her slide down. Her ass touched the floor again. Still Sera went on fucking back at his prick. She rolled and rippled, scratched and clawed, until the darkness at the bare end of the torture room swallowed her up. Even though she’d passed out from the sheer intensity of her orgasm, her body went on and on until the colonel’s prick had faded to a limber ghost of its former size and slipped greasily out of her drooling pussy.

After a long while, Sera woke again in the corridor outside the office. “Back to the cell,” Lieutenant Guitierrez smirked, snapping the cuffs on her wrists again. The soldiers picked her up and Sera’s heart sank. I’ve got to get out of here…. But how? How?

CHAPTER FOUR

The numbness that hit as she was led back to the cell stopped every thought but the single idea of escape. Sera wanted to get away before her battered, abused body betrayed her again, but the combination of the colonel’s interrogation and the post-fucking dullness of her mind scarcely left enough energy to plan. She didn’t look at the walls, the side corridors, the soldiers …… she didn’t look at anything but her feet and the floor in front of them.

A panicky, trapped part of her mind tempted her to laugh. She knew she should be ashamed of her nakedness when they passed other groups in the hallways but she had a deeper, more shameful secret now that made her exposed body seem positively modest. She was ready for the punishment that she deserved. Bitter as bile inside her was the knowledge that she’d enjoyed the whip and the furious, brutal fucking in the colonel’s office. She shook her head quickly to clear her mind but the tightened grip of hands on her arms made her stop. She walked passively behind the lieutenant until the reached her cell again.

The sun had gone down while she was in the colonel’s chamber.

The light from the corridor showed only the wrought-iron hook, nearly seven feet off the floor.

Resigned for the moment, weary to her bones, Sera let the soldiers slip her handcuff chain onto the hook and leave. Rest ….. I just need to rest until I can think, she told herself. The heavy door closed with a doomed finality.

It was dark but not any cooler in the dark cell than when she’d left. Sera wasn’t sure if she was dozing or fainting. Once in a while she lost consciousness which at least relieved her growing thirst and the gnawing hunger at the pit of her stomach.

The images in her brief dreams were no relief. Tanks, jeeps and huge fireballs of explosions mingled with thoughts of Judy alive and Judy dead. Sera could see herself sailing in the blue sea off Cornwall, walked the familiar streets of Plymouth but always there was a sense of violence and pain surrounding everything, at the edge of the vision. Then everything would go dark and the pain in her limbs told her that she was still alive, standing in her cell with her eyes open.

How weird, she thought, to only be able to see when my eyes are closed – it’s pitch dark when they’re open!

I have to get out of here. Maybe Maxy is still in the city.

Even if she isn’t I can call home and ….. No! Not home! I ….. what… when they find out….

Sera peered into the dark. All her instincts to be proud and independent, to show everyone that she could take care of herself now, made her want to take action – not to wait passively. She couldn’t tell where the door was now. She tried to bend her hands towards each other , hoping to find the chain of the handcuffs. Her fingers were too numb to feel anything. Only the resistance in her wrists told her when the fingers hit one another. She went on tiptoe and threw her hands upwards.

The chain rattled. Sera flicked her wrists again. A metallic scraping came through the cuffs and grated down her arms. Was the chain about to slip off the top of the hook? She extended her arms to full height and flexed her knees. She was drawn as tight as a fiddle.

She snapped her knees straight. Her shoulders scraped on the wall. The cuffs were free! Sera was triumphant, still off the ground at the peak of her jump. Pain! Pain nearly severed her right hand. The wrist of the cuffs jerked violently at her arm again. The point of the wrought-iron hook had speared between her wrist and the handcuff. She dangled, caught higher than before. Her left heel now barely touched the floor and the yank at her arm had drawn her right leg up in a spasm of reflexive defence. Knowing that she had just made things worse suddenly made Sera feel very small and want to cry.

It hurt terribly. Her whole weight had snapped onto her right shoulder. Her elbow felt as if a huge hammer had slammed against the bone. Sera tasted blood in her mouth. She let her left arm dangle on the chain, swinging on a high diagonal arc as she went onto tiptoe again.

She flopped her wrist experimentally. The heavy iron point went halfway up the back of her hand. She knew she couldn’t jump far enough to free herself, not with the tiny slack in her arm when she stood on the toes of one foot.

Feeling returned to her left hand – first the pins-and-needles of restored circulation, then the dull ache of swollen joints. She rested as best she could.

Sera waited for her heart to stop pounding. She dredged thoughts from deep in her mind, commanding herself to find a solution. There had to be a way. Even with the stone walls and solid iron doors between her and the outside of the prison, the two inches of hook that had passed through the handcuff was now the most important thing in her life. Her failure at suicide paled beside the joy and frustration that her first jump had caused. She pushed her right hand and the steel cuff slid further onto the hook. Her wrist was draped higher. There was no slack in her body.

Sera rubbed the fingertips of her left hand together. She could feel them … not well but she could feel the pressure of skin against skin. The three inches of chain linking the cuffs allowed her to swing her left hand from slightly in front of the hook to the wall and back again. The cuff on her left wrist slipped around, re-cutting the raw line, but the right cuff was jammed solid. I’d better do it before I start passing out again, she decided. Sera took a deep breath.

The swelling flex of her ribs made the cuff tighten. The muscles in her calf ached. She exhaled, pushing all the air out of her lungs and gained perhaps a quarter-inch. Sera turned her left hand around and grasped her right wrist. Her knees drew up as she pulled herself off the floor.

Every ounce of her strength went into the straining muscles of her arms. Sera trembled, weak as water. She wanted to stop, to gather energy for another try, but knew that her fatigued arms would never regain the strength that was ebbing so rapidly. The tremble in her arms became a shudder. She found the hook with her left hand. Both arms tightened. She turned sideways, dangling from her right hand like a Christmas-tree ornament. Reaching up and across her body with her left hand, she pushed her right hand higher.

The handcuff moved up the hook! Sera felt the wrought-iron crumbling, showering scales of rust into the raw slash around her wrist. She pushed at the steel ring with her left thumb, urging it higher, higher. Her elbows were bent just less than forty degrees. Her strength faded. She felt it leaving like water pouring from a leaky bucket, but the leverage of muscle against bone improved as she dragged herself higher. Circulation was already returning to her right hand. Agony returned with it. From the wrist to the middle of her palm was an enormous ache, a pain as heavy and dull and relentless as a hammer smashed molar. Her left hand started slipping, scales of ancient rust tearing her soft palm. Her pulse roared in her ears.

Sera didn’t dare breathe. Dread of falling back onto the cruel hook hit her like the lightning lance of pain the hook had sent up her arm. A skin-chilling jolt of adrenaline helped her upward another inch. Her arm was free. Sera exulted! She fell in a heap at the base of the wall and sobbed with exhausted joy.

Footsteps sounded in the corridor outside. Sera froze. She held her breath until the confident crunch of boots died away. When the cell was silent again she rubbed her ankles, checking the shackles that held her legs. How can I run with these? How can I get away? she wondered. I don’t even know how to get out of the building. Suddenly it all seemed immensely daunting.

She wondered if she should try the door. Sera waited for her overstrained muscles to stop trembling then stood slowly. Her skin crawled with every scrape of the leg irons on the stone floor. Sera put her cuffed hands in front of her and felt for the wall. She knew that the door was not far from the far end of the tiny cell. The cell seemed much larger in the dark. She moved forward further and further.

A half-remembered thought nagged at her. Handcuffs, handcuffs…

She touched the wall. Sera began moving to her left, patting

for the corner. A memory – a carnival – the magician had handcuffs andsaid…. Yes!

Sera touched the corner as she remembered.

Without any hesitation she balled her fists and swung the

handcuffs against the stone wall. The steel cuff on her right hand snapped open.

The footsteps in the corridor returned. A key-ring jangled.

Sera cursed under her breath and snapped the cuff on her wrist again.

As the heavy iron door scraped open she stepped back and sat down. Lieutenant Guitierrez stepped in with a soldier and another prisoner, a middle-aged man, behind him.

“Ay, esta es una bruj, una ‘Oudini!” he laughed, pointing down at Sera. The soldier smiled too but the prisoner’s face stayed stonily immobile. The lieutenant gestured sharply. “Come, we take you to see Coronel Almieda again.”

This time, with the lieutenant and the other two men watching her, Sera was more aware of her aches and pains. In her hurry she’d tightened the right handcuff too far and it hurt her wrist nearly as much as when she’d been left on the hook. Every bloody dot from the colonel’s whip, every bruise from the lieutenant’s hands, even the tight scaly smears of semen on her thighs hurt when Sera clanked into the corridor.

“Lieutenant …” Sera began.

“Silence! The colonel has asked for you. You will be

interrogated until you have told us all you know,” Lieutenant Guitierrez snapped. With a smirk her added “We find our resources sometimes meet more than one need.”

Sera was scared half to death by the lieutenant’s cruel smile.

The glint of some obscene anticipation showed in his eyes as he led the little party along the corridors. They bypassed the door where Sera thought the office was and went on up another flight of stairs. The door they finally stopped at was centuries newer than that portal to the colonel’s office. Sera hung back after the soldier and the middle-aged prisoner had stepped in. “What… what are you going to do to me?”

Lieutenant Guitierrez took the naked fair-haired girl’s arm and pushed her hard into the room. He shoved her at the soldier who tripped her. The shackles on her feet loosened. “Walk to the table,” Guitierrez commanded.

It looked like a doctor’s examining table without upholstery.

The top was a single slab of stained wood growing out of a heavy metal base. “Lie down.”

Sera lay down, her head turning from side to side, trying to understand what was about to happen to her.

The lieutenant prodded her with his swagger stick.

“On your face, Miss Hogarth.” She rolled over reluctantly as

somehow it made her feel more vulnerable. Her heart was already pounding. She wanted nothing more than to disappear, magically to sink right through the stained wood and then through the floor. Hands grasped her ankles and pulled. With the cuffs still on her wrists, Sera tried grabbing the top edge of the table but it was useless. She bent over the edge of the table, her ass cheeks presented lewdly. A metallic click at each side trapped her ankles in looser clamps than she’d worn before but there was no chance of escape. Her feet were nearly a yard apart. The lieutenant barked an order. The soldier undid the left handcuff and pulled it under the table. He pulled Sera’s right hand down and re-locked the cuffs. Now she hugged the table like a huge surfboard. “Please, this isn’t funny,” Sera pleaded. “I didn’t do anything!”

Colonel Almieda strolled in from the next room. A huge mirror covered all but the doorway in that wall and Sera could see how abject, yet somehow erotic, her position was. “Aahhhh but you did, Miss Hogarth! You conspired to aid the Marxists who are trying to take over Cuba. You worked to enslave our people, Miss Hogarth!”

“Please, Colonel, this isn’t fair! The lieutenant won’t listen to me! I don’t know who told you what but I … I’m just a tourist! Please, please let me go! I’ll go straight back to England and won’t say anything to anyone, if you will let me!”

“Prepare the man,” Almieda ordered. Sera followed his image in the mirror as Guitierrez and the soldier stripped the prisoner naked. The colonel drew a tube from the breast pocket of his tunic. Sera felt a vulgar revulsion crawl along her flesh as a thick, greasy finger smeared a jelly-like lubricant along her ass cleft. The colonel slipped two fingers into her vagina and massaged the dry hole with obscene lasciviousness.

Sera gritted her teeth. She willed her body not to respond.

That heavy, gluey slime on the colonel’s finger felt much thicker, more revolting that cunt juice – almost like motor grease. In spite of her wishes, her pussy began to lubricate around the sliding fingers. Sera tried clenching her ass cheeks together but the colonel’s thumb eased easily into the cleft with a slippery movement and then pressed against the ring of her anus.

Sera wanted to throw up. At first when the lieutenant, then the colonel had handled her pussy she had been frightened. Her virginity was gone now, along with most of her modesty, but having a thumb writhing so degradingly into her ass seemed the ultimate indignity. She felt defiled, filthy as if there were no reason in the world left to live now. The burden of her shame crushed her down onto the table until she involuntarily allowed her buttocks to go slack. That obscene fullness in her rectum disappeared. Sera heaved a sigh of relief.

Guitierrez and the soldier led the prisoner to the head of the table. The colonel spoke for them but the sadistic gleam in the lieutenant’s eyes told Sera that he must have had a hand in planning whatever was about to happen. She looked at the tight thong of leather knotted at the base of the man’s cock and her pussy hurt in sympathy.

“You see this man in front of you, Miss Hogarth?” Almieda asked. “He will not lose his erection for a long time, not with that cord around him. I want you to see him and realise how he is tied. You see how the cord disappears between his legs? It is attached to his handcuffs. He must bend backwards to relieve the strangulation of his penis. If you answer yes, we will let him go. If you do not…. Well, his wife can prostitute herself to feed the children.! Almieda smiled broadly. “She is not very attractive, as it happens. Who knows what could happen to such a one, eh?”

Sera closed her eyes tight but the image of the naked frightened looking man and especially his swollen, engorged, cock stayed in her vision. “What do you want to know?” she asked hopelessly.

“You already know the questions. Just answer them,” the colonel said. “Tell us how you were to meet the rebel contact and who he is.”

Sera thought to herself – I’ll lie …. How will they know? I’ll tell them something and they’ll let him go. She cast about in her memory trying to remember a Cuban-sounding name but her mind was blank!”

Sera got panicky. “Uuhh… His name…. I don’t know his real name but he said his name was… Frank.” Damn! That doesn’t sound right! With a whistling roar a heavy strap lashed across the backs of Sera’s thighs. “Aiee!” she screamed. The bound man in front of her looked ready to pass out.

“Frank who?” Guitierrez asked. He popped the strap in the air.

Sera looked wildly toward the mirror and saw the lieutenant’s arm already cocked for the next blow. “Pie.. pie something, Frank Pie-”

Slash! Another double-handed stroke of the strap set fire to the whole of her left ass cheek. Sera jerked at her bonds in a spasm of pain. She got just far enough off the table to pinch her breasts cruelly when she fell forward again. Her nipples were trapped and pointed up towards her shoulders.

“Don’t lie to me, Miss Hogarth,” Colonel Almieda said softly.

“Frank Pais has been dead a long while.”

“Yes and no one but a leftist who know his name,” Lieutenant Guitierrez added. He laid four harsh strokes of the strap across Sera’s ass, covering half of one cheek with each slap. Even the soft indentation of her cunt mouth felt the heat and pain of the blows.

Sera gasped for air. Tears ran down her cheeks. The whole area from her thighs to the small of her back felt like it was on fire. The smaller cuts and welts of the buggy whip awakened and added their own clamouring pain to the heat of her skin. “He said it was his name,” Sera wept. “That’s what he told me!” She stared up at the colonel then at the throbbing purple head of the prisoner’s trapped cock.

“At least she admits to having a contact,” the soldier volunteered.

Sera turned her head to the side. She closed her eyes. An exact stroke down the centre of her ass cleft stung and she bolted upright as far as she could.

“Watch the prisoner,” the lieutenant said. “You’re killing him by lying to us.”

The pain in her pussy and her ass was incredible. The last blow of the strap had caught the rim of her asshole and pulled it downwards almost tearing the little ring away. The grease on her rectum and pussy lips seemed to amplify the sting, smothering the skin that needed a bath of cool air. Sera felt her cunt lips swelling after the impact. She begged silently for relief.

Yes, this one might be of some help,” the colonel mused. “Take him around behind her.”

At least he’s not watching my face, Sera thought. The resigned sadness of the man’s eyes made her feel guilty as if she truly were responsible for his arrest and his bondage. He looks as if he expects to die here, Sera thought. He’s not even trying to fight back!

“Now, Miss Hogarth, would you like to tell us the real name of your contact?” the colonel asked. Almieda stared down at Sera for a moment, then grabbed a fistful of her long, beautiful hair and pulled her head up.

Sera’s scalp and neck crawled with agonising pain. It felt like the colonel wanted to tear her head off. “He said Frank …. Frank Pais!” she whimpered. The colonel yanked her hair forward, chopping off Sera’s next words. The impact of her chin against the table nearly knocked her out. Sera bit a shred of flesh out of her cheek and the chewed portion swelled from the blow – and when that faded tears blurred everything in the room. Everything but Almieda’s voice and the next slashing stroke of the lash.

“Where? Where were you to meet?” the colonel demanded. His raspy voice was growing louder, with the same breathy overtones he’d showed when he began torturing her with the silk buggy whip. He gestured and Guitierrez swung the strap.

The red heat of pain in her snatch merged with the heavy sound of a wounded moan. Sera didn’t realise it hadn’t been hers until she saw the reflection of the prisoner. The man hobbled back and forth. A raw welt along the side of his glossy-hard cock showed where the strap had hit. Every time he convulsively tried to grab for his prick the cord around the base tightened. Every tug on the cord made him bend backward and his injured cock stood out further and straighter from his belly. A weepy line of blood oozed from the side of his shaft. The strap had barely broken the skin over one of the swollen veins and the fresh blood was bright against the darkening reddish-purple of his prick.

Empathy for the other prisoner’s pain made Sera’s pussy ache.

The heat from the blows of the strap made the ache heighten until she felt the unmistakable trickle of cunt cream moistening her labia. She felt shame and self-hatred. Sera wished they would kill her. Even lying to the Cuban officers didn’t help. They went on punishing her and the terrified prisoner anyway.

“Well, Miss Hogarth?” the colonel asked. “Don’t think we will grow tired enough to kill either of you. I have rested and eaten since we last saw one another. Where we you to join the rebels?”

Sera watched as Guitierrez slashed two more strokes down the precise centre of Sera’s ass. She jerked and sobbed. “Please! Oh, God, please, Colonel! I told you! It was the taxi driver!”

Almieda jerked his head. Sera watched the mirror in fascinated revulsion. Guitierrez pushed the prisoner up against the table, shoving his shoulders with the heel of his hand. The man winced then arched his back reflexively. Sera felt the hard heat of his strangling prick jab against her tailbone. She hugged the table closer.

The grease in her ass cleft made the touch hateful. A chill went up her spine and Sera felt her nipples begin to throb. No! Not with them looking on! My God, they will! They’re going to watch! “Colonel, I can’t! Please, for the love of Christ, Colonel!” she sobbed. Sera squeezed her eyelids together until her nose and forehead wrinkled with the effort. The trickle of juice in her pussy became a river. The degraded notion of having the prisoner fuck her while her captors looked on aroused her body incredibly. Sera shook her head.

Guitierrez was gesturing and whispering to the prisoner. Sera felt the colonel grab her hair again. She opened her eyes. Her head twisted painfully towards the mirror. They were going to do it, there was no doubt. She tried to move her ass from side to side, evading the approach of the prisoner’s prick but Guitierrez stopped her with a painful gouge of fingers into the soft glove of her left ass cheek.

The knob of the prisoner’s cock felt horribly hard, like a stone helmet at the end of his meat. Sera felt it stab against her pussy. Her vagina gushed warmth.

The knob slid up the narrow slot between her holes, then pushed against the whip-bruised oval of her rectum. Sera picked herself higher on the table. The cock head moved up with her. The realisation hit.

“NO-OOO!” she wailed, squirming back and forth like a trapped animal. “GAWD, NOOOO!” Sera jerked her hips until her belly slapped up and down on the tabletop. She broke free of the lieutenant’s ass grip. The soldier moved down, blocking her view in the mirror and held her.

Both of his elbows dug into the small of her back.

She was imprisoned with the dull ache of arms gouging into the muscles next to her spine. Sera kicked against the fixed shackles on the floor. She tried to hammer her handcuffs against the bottom of the table. The colonel grabbed her head in both hands. She tried to bite him. He wrestled until her face was towards the mirror again.

Guitierrez stood behind the prisoner, one hand on the man’s shoulders. The lieutenant’s other hand was at the small of the man’s back. Sera couldn’t stop watching. Guitierrez pulled the slack out of the cock-tying cord and pushed the prisoner forward. The soldier pinned Sera’s hips.

With a sudden lance of pain that pierced her to her guts the head of the prisoner’s cock found her asshole again and shoved against it. Sera screamed.

The laughter of Colonel Almieda and the muttered curses of the lieutenant assaulted her ears. Sera was on fire, a fire of agony that started in her asshole and tore right up into her brain.

“Take it, Miss Hogarth!” Maybe then you will stop giving us your shitty lies when this peasant’s prick rams your shit back into you!” Almieda laughed again and released her head.

Sera screamed louder. The whole tight ring of her rectum was being driven up into her guts. The tearing, ripping, utterly horrendous pain was all around her asshole – inside and out. It felt as if a dull chisel was carving the band of muscle out. The pressure on her back added to the pain when the soldier bore down, leaning across her to watch the progress of the penetration.

The pressure against her asshole eased for a moment. Sera relaxed the agonised tightness of her sphincter. She pushed futilely outward, as if she could shove the prisoner’s cock away by an act of her will.

Guitierrez reached around the prisoner with one hand and put his fingers into her ass cleft. Sera wept at the abusive touch that she was helpless to prevent. He spread the tissue of her rectum wider. She saw that his knee was braced against the prisoner’s buttocks. She let her own pushing back against the cock head slacken for an instant.

Rock firm cock meat shoved against her asshole.

Before Sera could even think to loosen the automatic grip of her ass, half of the blunt knob was already shoved into her ass. The top and bottom edges of her rectum were ripping wide open. Her cunt ached with frustration, drooling wetness while the prisoner’s prick invaded the wrong hole. She almost cried out “No, not there, please… I need it in my pussy!”

The sensitive ring of her asshole felt an obscene slickness.

It was the man’s foreskin pealing back. The shoulders of the head felt slipperier when the hood retracted. Another fraction of cock slipped into her ass. Trying to ease the pain, Sera loosened her asshole. She pressed outward to let him enter more easily.

Guitierrez slipped his hand down until his forefinger was against one side of her asshole and his thumb against the other. He spread her further. Sera moaned.

The colonel wasn’t content just to watch. He reached down the front of Sera’s torso and captured the end of one of her squashed tits. His sweaty hand found the bruised, beaten mound and twisted her nipple. Sera gasped with the sharp pain. She tried to squirm away from the throbbing ache of her hurt nipple and her ass pressed back towards the prisoner.

The hard intrusion of prick meat into her ass hurt terribly.

Sera tried to move as sensuously, as erotically as she could. Maybe, she thought, maybe I can make him move gently… maybe Guitierrez won’t make him push quite so hard. Or maybe I could get my pussy up to him… She wriggled and another portion of cock head slipped into her rear.

It was splitting her ass wide open. Sera felt the pain of the insertion reaching higher into her ass, spreading clear to the outer edges of her buttocks. Even Almieda’s brutal fucking had been easier on her than this. At least he used an orifice that Sera wanted filled…. Even if he did have to whip them both into a frenzy first.

The widening head of the prisoner’s cock seemed to go on forever. Sera wept and the salty tears burned her cracked, parched lips. She couldn’t even lever her ass around properly, not with the weight of the ogling solder holding her belly to the table. She wondered if a faster piercing would hurt less…. If she could stop the pain by ramming her ass back against his cock head.

It was hard to think, hard even to control her body with the lieutenant stretching her asshole with his fingertips and the colonel torturing her nipples. He’s managed to capture both of her titty-tips in one hand now and he pulled them cruelly. He twisted and pinched, relishing the pain he inflicted on her. His fingernails left furrows of fire on the sensitive rims. Sera wished they’d leave her alone, stop tormenting so many erotic nerves, at least until the prisoner’s cock was lodged in her ass. She moaned low in her confused overload of sensation.

Sera was positive her nipples gushed blood over the colonel’s hands. The mauling in her tits hurt so badly that she almost forgot about her ass.

But Guitierrez and the prisoner hadn’t forgotten. The lieutenant shifted his footing and shoved. With a sickening pop the head of the prisoner’s cock squirted the rest of the way into her ass. Sera felt the tearing agony of the penetration. She jerked spasmodically. Every muscle in her body went limp. The pressure eased at last. Now she was only stretched around the neck of his prick. It was at rest inside her.

Her arms and legs tightened as if she’d been blasted with a cattle prod. Sera felt a horrible suction, like a vacuum pulling at her guts. Guitierrez pulled the prisoner back and the reversed pressure seemed to tug all the way to Sera’s throat. The vulgar feeling sent flashed of lewdness up her spine. Sera didn’t know any more whether to revel in the relief or weep at the thought of losing that knob in her ass. She bit down on her lip.

Sera couldn’t even sob now, not with the insistent motions of the prisoner’s cock up her asshole. She pushed her buttocks back towards him, seeking his prick again, knowing it could stop the wrenching vacuum in her bowels.

The prisoner paused then shoved further in. Sera squeaked. The movement sent her pussy into tremors of lusty need. The folding, slippery ring of his foreskin massaged the sensuous nerves of her asshole like a tiny mouth. It felt like a kiss between the hard bar of prick and the stretching attack of the lieutenant’s fingers.

Sera was torn, both in her mind and in her ass. She twisted her shoulders against the colonel’s marauding hand. The pain from the tortured buttons of her nipples added to the heat in her crotch. The firm, round globes of her ass flexed back toward the prisoner’s cord-tied prick, seeking more of that fullness. Sera looked at the mirror again, wishing the soldier would move and give her a proper view.

The sliding of the prick sent shivery thrills up and down her spine as it moved deeper into her guts. Sera felt her ass filling with the man’s cock. It was like a load of lusty iron-hard heat moving in her. She thought his prick surely had to stop…. There couldn’t possibly be as much meat there as her asshole seemed to feel.

But after the head and the foreskin entered her ass the prick slid in further and further. Sera’s rectal nerves were so sensitive that it felt like a freight train of cock coming into her ass. She imagined the angry red bar of meat with her split around it like a ripe melon. She had flashing images of a tree-trunk forcing its way into her.

The steady slide of the prisoner’s cock eased. Sera felt his belly on her ass cheeks. That must be all of it, she thought. He has to be all the way in now. Sera sighed gustily.

The prisoner’s cock started withdrawing again. Sera thought at least a foot of prick emerged from her ass. The nerves of her asshole protested every inch.

He started forward again. Sera pressed back against him. Her hips rose. The strange erogenous fullness in her bowels began to excite her. It wasn’t like the heat that rose in her belly when her cunt was full of prick, but it was somehow connected to similar nerve endings. It was a sensation all its own with the sheer ungodly evil of the perversion and the leers of the three spectators adding a lusty spice to the feelings.

The prisoner’s cock went deeper. It passed the zone where the last stroke had stopped. Sera inhaled. Her breath filled her torso and pressed her insides down against the diving cock head. The knob went up and up, filling her until she felt waves of heat reach right up to her breasts. The incredible stretching of her ass tube made her belly feel full for the first time since she had been jailed.

It was like gorging at a feast, a perversely lusty feast of cock flesh. Sera thought her belly would swell to bursting. The heat in her asshole echoed against the stuffed-full feelings in her belly. Streamers of weird need filled her mind. In spite of the stretching pain, Sera wanted more of his cock inside her. She wished it really were a tree trunk impaling her.

He pulled back again, with Sera’s insides trying to follow.

Sera again felt the lewd suction in her ass. It was about to drive her insane.

The speed of the ass reaming strokes increased. Sera squeezed down around the cock. She wanted to feel it more, drag more lusty sensuality out of the contact. She didn’t care about the pain now, the tearing sensation, the elbows in her back, the mauling at her tits. All she wanted was that cock, that massively stiff bar of meat inside her. Sera needed to feel it drive into her, deeper and deeper. A spinning ball of heat in her ass joined the prick-jammed fullness. She moaned.

The leather-tied prick had unnatural stamina. The prisoner, aided by Guitierrez’ shoves, thrust back and forth faster. Sera met his eyes in the mirror. Her mouth dropped open, pleading for him to flog more cock into her.

Behind her the lieutenant let go of the prisoner. He found the strap again. Sera felt awe and horror as the prisoner, unaided, kept his pile-driver rhythm going. The tissues of her chute were on fire, ready to melt around his meat. The hot friction was like sale in an open wound. Sera writhed, letting the pain excite her more. The prisoner’s balls began slapping against the fevered gash of her drooling pussy and Sera knew she would come.

Her cunt lips dragged back and forth on her clit. Heat sliced into the whip-welts on her pussy. The cunty tension built rapidly. Her clit was as important now as the ramming motion of cock in her asshole.

The meaty slap of his sac on her cunt made Sera gargle with confused lust. Every nerve in her snatch was on fire. It was all she could do to keep up with his strokes. Sera tried timing the frantic spasms of her hips to the sound of the strap on the prisoner’s ass but it was no good. Her pussy and her asshole dominated her completely.

The mirror showed flashes of Guitierrez winding up with the strap, then lashing down across the prisoner’s ass. Every blow of the heavy leather strap drove the man’s cock harder. The leather thong was buried in the swollen flesh at the base of his prick. Guitierrez flogged mercilessly and the prisoner fucked to save his life.

And Sera started to come. She felt the fiery scald of his ball-sweat on her pussy, the enflaming friction of his cock in her asshole. The ridges of bony stiffness along the sides of his shaft washboarded along her asshole. The whole hot, sloshing zone of her cunt and ass vibrated to the heavy thrumming of his meat.

Slap! Slap! The sound of the strap and the swing of the prisoner’s balls against her cunt merged. Sera felt the orgasm in her asshole increase. Her cunt sucked air, winking open and closing again like a red-lined camera shutter. The peak approached, then threw waves of release along her nerves – but still the prisoner fucked at her asshole.

Sera wanted to scream but she couldn’t even breathe. The ramming fuck strokes of the prisoner’s cock bounced her pelvis against the edge of the table. The soldier’s weight mashed her down onto the wood. The colonel was tearing her nipples off. Guitierrez lashed the prisoner faster and harder.

The big empty room echoed with the constant slap, slap, slap of leather on the man’s ass and the man’s belly on Sera. His balls flogged cream out of her cunt, spattering the oily juice along her thighs, spraying dribbling fluid onto the floor.

Between sweat, ass-grease and cuntal cream, Sera’s whole body was slick as a seal’s. She squirmed and the tabletop was wet. She bucked and the meaty sound of the prisoner’s belly on her ass slapped like a fish on water. Sera panted and she sounded like a chugging loco. She twisted like a worm on a hook, milking sensation from his cock and balls as if her life depended on it.

In spite of the slashing blows of the strap, the prisoner slowed. The meaty bar of captive prick in her ass swelled even larger. The velvety walls of her ass tube felt his glans flare wider. With another slap of his belly on her ass, Sera felt the lining of her ass stretch obscenely towards her lungs. It pulled from the mouth of her asshole upward. The tearing in her guts accelerated her second charge of orgasmic feeling. Sera wanted it all to crest at once – the pain in her tits, the juicy ball-slapping sliding of her cunt lips on her clit, the piercing, reaming, ramming thrusts of the prick in her ass.

The prisoner grunted. The load of heat in his prick forced him to slow. Not even the two-handed slashes of the lieutenant’s strap could make him move faster. His prick pulled outward. Sera’s guts sucked down behind the knob. Only the head of his cock stayed in her asshole. The flaring wings of his glans pulled against the inside of his rectum, urging her innards out. Sera hunched her ass back and forth in hurried, fluttering strokes. Every tug against the mouth of her asshole made the tension in her belly increase.

With a bestial grunt, the prisoner shoved more cock deep into her ass. The lining tore deep inside Sera’s belly. The prick head smashed into her like a freight train hitting the side of a mountain. Sera screamed with the cataclysmic force of the explosion in her ass.

Thick, spurting masses of come conquered the thong around the man’s prick. They hit the tortured lining of Sera’s asshole like jets of liquid fire. Sera’s cunt spasmed shut, clenching down on aching emptiness. Her asshole wrung at the pounding mass of the prisoner’s cock. Sera went into cunty convulsions, twisting and writhing like a madwoman under the weight of the soldier. The prisoner still rammed at her flailing ass.

The lightning jolts of heat in her cunt amplified the fury in her ass. Sera’s mind centred on the three hot spots of her crotch. Her clit shot rockets of heat along her nerves. Her cunt hole screamed for prick. Her ass wrenched around the hard, hot jerks of the prisoner’s cock.

With a whistling underhand slash, the strap curled under her belly. The wide leather band mashed her cunt lips against her clit. Stars burst in Sera’s brain. The shattering addition to her orgasm made sure that she was dead. No body could stand the excess of pained pleasure that her loins quivered against. She tried to curl away from the table. The cuffs dug into her wrists. Her bruised tits showed and the colonel slapped at the mounds. The prisoner’s cock started to pull out.

“Nooooo!” Sera wailed. Too soon! She needed that prick, needed the fullness in her ass, at least until the awesome waves of her come let her go. The whole unnatural process was wasted if she couldn’t squeeze her ass tube round the still-dribbling prick.

The outward movement stopped. Just for a moment a last drop of sperm forced the prisoner to shove forward again. The ringing slap of the whip against her cunt and the prisoner’s balls made him fall away.

Sera screamed and wailed. Rage and frustration filled her. She kept coming. The smashing rhythms of her orgasm were broken. The signals overloaded her system. Her brain rebelled.

The wide flare of the knob had tugged her asshole outwards.

She tried to keep the lascivious heat of that instant in her mind. Sera spat curses at the colonel, at the prisoner, at everyone and everything that came to mind. Her asshole still fluttered as empty now as her cunt. She jerked uselessly. Guitierrez pulled the man away. Sera pounded her body against the table.

Slowly her shackled legs relaxed. Her arms straightened, dangling into the handcuffs. Her whole body sagged, stretched by gravity into a puddle of sweaty, come-filled flesh. The angry red faded from her pussy mouth and the sides of her rectum. When at last the colonel unhanded her tits, Sera was deserted. A bubble of air escaped from her cunt. Semen trickles to fill her clit-fold. Sera’s sobs faded and she passed into the deep sleep of total exhaustion. She never felt the handcuffs loosen or the hands that carried her back to her cell.

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