Our First Female President

Chapter 82 – Spring Break II

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"You young people are a disgrace. I pity your poor parents. You're fortunate they can't see you now," said Colonel Wesley Mercer slowly walking around the long metal table where the four Yale pre-law students were trussed on top in what could only be described as a completely exposed and vulnerable position. The Colonel stopped at each of the four to feel their exposed sex. The casualness with which he acted emphasized his power and their helplessness.

The Colonel moved slowly. He stroked the cock of the two boys while maintaining a firm grip on their testicles. Once he felt their erection growing, he moved to the next person. The two females experienced the insertion of the Colonel's fingers in their vagina while the flicked his thumb back and forth across their clitoris.

There are times when this job is so much fun you'd think I should pay the state for letting me work here thought the Colonel savoring the experience of molesting the four attractive college students. Beautiful tan slender young bodies, big cocks, and tight pussies not to mention hungry little assholes just begging for dick, yes, this is some career you got yourself, Wesley Mercer.

I don't care what they do as long as they don't hurt me anymore thought Mandy as the Colonel's digits violated her person. I just don't want any more pain. I'll suck his dick and let him fuck my ass as long as he just doesn't hurt me. This is so bizarre. If you told the media about this, no one would believe you.

Mandy and the other three were naked with their legs widely spread. Their ankles were bound to the table's overhead bar. The arms were stretched overhead and downward. Nylon straps with Velcro fasteners bound their wrists to the bottom rung of the table. It was an unnatural position and their muscles had begun to cramp an hour ago.

Their groin area was still slick from the lubricant that Major Adele Simpson had used to assist the insertion of her fingers and fist inside what appeared to be very small openings. All four had bordering on totally losing it when the officers had first inserted their hands inside their orifices then made a fist and moved it forward and backward through the narrow tunnel of flesh.

To say that the four were terrified was an understatement. The nylon restraining straps were pulled tight affording a minimum of movement. During deep and thorough cavity searches, the four had realized they were totally immobilized unable to move more than a couple of inches. Each had learned it was possible for their bodily cavities to stretch to the point that a human arm could be inserted inside and extended to a point they would have thought impossible.

The Colonel had just arrived from an important meeting with the legislative committee responsible for approving his department's budget. He was wearing a newly tailored uniform that fit him perfectly. He was equipped with two of the brand new Hot Shot Model HS36 cattle prods. The HS36 was the most powerful cattle prod that Hot Shot Cattle Products of Spartanburg, SC had ever manufactured. The CEO of Hot Shot had presented the two cattle prods in a beautiful polished walnut case to the Colonel at a recent dinner in Charleston's most exclusive restaurant.

"My daddy's law firm will see you all go to jail for what you've done to us. Those psycho bitches raped me," said Suzanne referring to Major Simpson and Lt. Tsai who were standing nearby. The Colonel's fingers were moving slowing back and forth inside Suzanne's vagina prompting her to protest. The two female state troopers were back in uniform and feeling quite satiated having both been eaten to a climax by the two female prisoners. As Suzanne spoke, Major Simpson was reliving the feel of Suzanne's tongue on her asshole and vagina. The Major's Bartholin glands responding to her erotic reveries generated a small measure of viscous liquid that seeped into her panty.

Suzanne had been the last person the Major and Lieutenant had searched. She had gotten hysterical when the Lieutenant had inserted her well-lubricated latex gloved hand inside her rectum and vagina. Once inserted the Lieutenant formed a fist that savagely expanded the circumference of the narrow channels creating pain that would only be equaled when Suzanne delivered her first child.

As with her fellow female student Mandy, vise grip pliers applied to her nipples were required to convince Suzanne to perform oral sex on the Major's anus and vagina. The fact that the Major's sphincter wasn't the cleanest added to Suzanne's disgust at being forced to orally minister to another woman's rectum. Also like Mandy, the two troopers had created photographic evidence that Suzanne had concealed drugs in her vagina.

Stupid bitch thought Mandy listening to Suzanne's outburst. I hope the Colonel fucks you over good. I am so sick of your whining and complaining I could puke.

Jesus why can't the dumb cunt keep her mouth shut wondered Larry. The Colonel looks like one tough SOB. Michael should dump Suzanne. She's a fucking loser even if she does have a great body. Dumb shit, he's always bragging about how good she sucks cock and how much money her family has and how her dad's connections are going to get him a job at a top law firm. Enough is enough. She's a spoiled little rich bitch.

"Suzanne, calm down. You're making things worse," said Michael wishing that his significant other wasn't such a drama queen.

"Referring to female members of my staff as bitches is not acceptable," said Colonel Mercer lingering in front of Suzanne. "You know what these are?" asked the Colonel holding up the two black plastic batons he retrieved from their holster.

"No, and I don't give a shit," said Suzanne defiantly.

"No respect for authority, using profane language with an officer of the law. Major Simpson, after I'm done here I want you to educate. What's her name?" said the Colonel.

"Suzanne York Compton," said Major Simpson referring to a clipboard.

"Ms. Compton, you will learn to respect men in uniform before you leave the state of South Carolina. These are cattle prods manufactured right her in South Carolina by the Hot Shot Corporation. They are American made, not that cheap crap from China. After I'm done with you, the Major will see that you regain your respect for those in authority," said the Colonel. "Right, Major."

"Yes, sir," said the Major pleased the Colonel tasked her to break the pretty coed's will.

"Motherfucker, I don't care what you do to me. You're nothing but a stupid redneck piece of shit," spat Suzanne at the Colonel.

"Jesus Christ, Suzanne shut the fuck up. You'll make it worse for all of us," screamed Larry.

"Ms. Compton, I assure you we can make you care a great deal," said the Colonel as he placed the end of the plastic baton on Suzanne's thigh and swirled it around coating the surface with lubricant.

"Don't you dare stick that in me. My daddy will sue you for everything you got. We'll own this state and everything in it by the time we're done," threatened Suzanne.

Colonel Mercer smiled as the worked the tip of the prod into Suzanne's opening. He had already noticed that Suzanne's labia were large folds of flesh just like he preferred. Big Lips was the term the Colonel wife, Debbie, applied to the thick double layers that framed her own vaginal opening. The Colonel had a love of sucking those pussy lips and teasing them with his teeth and tongue.

Once past Suzanne's entrance, the Colonel pushed the cattle prod slowly forward until it reached the point that only the handle with the embedded trigger was outside her vagina. Several times the prod encounter resistance from Suzanne's cervix and the Colonel was forced to twist and angle the Hot Shot until it reached the maximum possible depth. During the act of penetration, Suzanne's cries of pain caused the Colonel's cock to harden.

"Get that out of me, you bastard," screamed Suzanne tears readily flowing as she began to appreciate how once more her big mouth and rich girl arrogance had gotten her into trouble.

Shit why did I lose control again thought Suzanne feeling a dull ache deep inside her abdomen. What the fuck is a cattle prod? That fucking thing must be all the way in my uterus that is already aching from when that Chinese slut stuck her fist in me. This is not my fault. I inherited a bad temper from my mother. But Michael says that comes from me always getting my way. He says I totally lose it when someone won't let me do what I want.

"What would you say, Major, ten inches, maybe twelve?" said the Colonel holding up the other cattle prod for comparison.

"Twelve at least, you are inside her uterus, tickling her ovaries" answered the Major enjoying watching Suzanne squirm in pain. Suzanne had broken out in a sweat.

"Hear that, Ms. Compton. I have a 9,000-volt cattle prod inside your womb, nestled up against your ovaries, ready to scramble your baby eggs. I'm going to place the tip of the other Hot Shot against your clitoris and pull both triggers at one. Are you afraid?" said Colonel Mercer.

"Shit no, I'm not afraid of a redneck like you," said Suzanne but the Colonel could plainly see the fear in her eyes.

This is making me so fucking hot thought Major Simpson. The stupid little bitch deserves what's about to happen. I wish I could just drop my trousers and jerk off while the Colonel makes her scream.

The Colonel placed the tip of the other prod hard against Suzanne's clit and pulled both triggers. It took a second for Suzanne's body to rise up off the table in a spine bending contortion. Her mouth was wide open but it took several more seconds for her to scream.

Hot Shot makes one fine product thought Colonel Mercer as he watched Suzanne's reaction. Damn, she almost snapped her spine.

As soon as Suzanne started to recover, the Colonel moved both prods slightly then pressed the triggers again. He repeated the procedure several times.

"How about you, miss?" said Colonel Mercer looking toward Mandy as he pulled the cattle prod from Suzanne vagina. "How's your respect for authority?"

"Amanda Potter, Sir, I respect your authority completely," said Mandy quickly responding to the Colonel.

"How do you feel about what I am doing to your friend, Ms Potter?" asked the Colonel.

"Whatever the Colonel thinks is right, I'm for," said Mandy.

"So what part of Ms. Compton's torso should I apply my little toys to next?" asked the Colonel.

"Her nipples," said Mandy without hesitating.

"Jesus, Mandy," said Michael.

"And who are you, her boyfriend?" asked the Colonel to Michael.

"Yes, we live together," answered Michael.

"Without benefit of matrimony?" asked the Colonel.

"Yes, we're not married," said Michael.

"Living in sin like Sodom and Gomorrah, so you care for her, even love her?" said the Colonel.

"Yes, we plan to get married when we graduate law school," said Michael.

"So if I offered you the opportunity to substitute your cock and balls in place of her nipples, you'd agree?" said the Colonel.

"I don't understand," said Michael.

"For someone who attends a fancy Northern college, you're slow on the uptake. I'm offering you the chance to be a hero. Instead of applying these two prods to your girlfriend's big titties, I put one prod under your nut sack like this and the other on the tip of your pecker like so," said the Colonel placing the prods as he spoke. "Now, should I pull the triggers now or put them back on her?"

"No, don't do that to me, please," said Michael tears forming in his eyes.

"Chivalry is definitely dead, right Major?" said the Colonel moving the prods back to Suzanne's breasts.

"Especially up north," said the Major her words cut short by Suzanne's screams as the voltage surged through her breasts.

"Now, Ms. Compton, do you care what happens?" asked the Colonel minutes later when he finished torturing Suzanne. In addition to her vagina and breasts, he had applied the twin cattle prods to her ear lobes and the back of her knees. Suzanne had not known such pain was possible. When the Colonel finished with her, she was babbling hysterically begging him not to hurt her anymore.

"I leave her to you, Major," said the Colonel finished with Suzanne.

"Go get the horse, Lieutenant. We'll take Ms. Compton for a ride," said the Major. Lt. Tsai quickly left the room. The Major stepped forward and began removing Suzanne's restraints.

"Fetch me a coat hanger, Major. There's one in the other room," said the Major beginning to undress. Major Simpson ceased her effort to untie Suzanne and quickly left the room only to return in seconds dragging a coat rack with several hangers. The Colonel handed the Major his uniform blouse and she carefully placed it on the hanger along with the wide leather belt and holster containing his 9MM Glock semi-automatic. The trousers and boxer shorts came next leaving the Colonel clad only in his regulation knee high black boots.

Oh my God thought Mandy. Now he's going to fuck me. I don't want to be hurt anymore. Getting fucked is way better than having that cattle prod stuck in my pussy. I thought Suzanne was going catatonic when he did her.

"The sight of all this young pussy and ass has got me horny. While the Major and Lieutenant educate Ms. Compton, I need to satisfy my needs. I'll give each of you a choice, my cock or one of the cattle prods. What do you say, Miss?" said the Colonel stepping to where he could rest his hardening cock on Mandy's forehead.

"Your cock," said Mandy looking cross eyes that the penis reaching half way to her nose.

Nearby Major Simpson was holding a sobbing Suzanne erect as Lt. Tsai wheeled in a clanking odd-looking contraption. It was originally a hospital gurney that had been modified by a local metal worker to resemble a horse. Someone with talent with a blowtorch had cut out a stylized horse's head and tail and welded them to the respective ends of the gurney. The wild eye of a stallion had been painted on the two dimensional head. Two slabs of steel had been welded to the top of the gurney creating a sharply pointed pyramid on top. Another artist with a paintbrush had painted a saddle down the side of the slanted metal sheet. Lt. Tsai positioned the strange device and set the stops on the wheels.

You are going to get yours Suzanne realized Mandy looking sideways at the instrument of torture. I've read about the effect of mounting people on a narrow ridge of metal where all their weight is resting on that tender strip of flesh between your pussy and your asshole. It's supposed to be the worst possible torture. I hope they leave Suzanne on that until her brains turn to shit.

"And you lover boy?' asked the Colonel moving over to Michael and resting his cock on the boy's forehead.

"Cock," said Michael.

"And how about you?" asked the Colonel repeating the same action.

"Your cock," said Larry conscious of the warmth of the Colonel's cock upon his forehead.

"Don't want you to fall off and hurt that pretty head," said the Major to Suzanne as they strapped a special version of a riding safety helmet on her head. Lt. Tsai bucked the chin strap tightly as the Major pulled the elastic strap down from the hat brim and placed the two hooks in Suzanne's nostrils then released the attached elastic. The short elastic band painfully jerked upward the retrousse nose her parents had paid thousands of dollars to make perfect. Next, the Major placed an O-shaped ring onto the front of Suzanne mouth before tightening the attendant buckles to where it forced her mouth wide open. Suzanne was moaning as she began to recover from the Colonel's electrical torture and became aware of her surroundings. She became instantly awake when the two females lifted her up on the horse/gurney and she realized her saddle was a narrow metal edge that forced all her weight to rest on five inches of her being located between her legs. The pain grew exponentially from the first second. By the end of the first minute, Suzanne was cursing her parents for giving her birth.

Her misery was increased when she sensed the bright light of camera flashes as the Lieutenant and Major captured images of her perched on the evil device.

"Whose car is it with all those Williams for President bumper stickers?' asked the Colonel.

"Mine," said Larry. "We're all member of the campus group that supports her election. I worked in her campaign this past summer."

"Being interested in politics is important for the young and it's important to democracy," said the Colonel as he moved one of the stools beside Larry's head. "But of course, you are backing a losing candidate."

"Losing, I believe the Senator has a good chance to win. She's ahead in the polls even here in South Carolina," said Larry who was keenly interested in politics and planned to run for office after a few years of working in the district attorney's office back in his hometown of Trenton, New Jersey.

"Lot can happen on election day here in South Carolina. Voters can't make it to the polls. Voting machines fail to work. These new electronic touch screen machines can go haywire and produce an incorrect tally," said the Colonel as he slowly lowered his cock into Larry's open mouth.

Christ, I haven't sucked a cock since I got drunk that night when I was a freshman thought Larry using a combination of limited head motion and tongue on the Colonel's cock. But sucking cock is like riding a bicycle. Once you learn, you know for life. Who would have thought that something like this could happen to the four of us? It's like we're in a bad B movie. First those two female officers under the guise of a cavity search sexually assault us then this crypto Nazi Colonel makes me suck his dick. Judging from her screams, I'd say that our resident bitch, Suzanne Compton is getting hers.

I want to die thought Suzanne as the sharp metal edge bit into the flesh between her vagina and her butthole. Oh please God, let me die. I can't stand this. Oh shit, she's going to put that horrible thing on my boobs.

Lt. Tsai let the razor sharp teeth of the large alligator clamp snap shut on the base of Suzanne nipple. She watched as Major Simpson finished sucking the other tit to a sharp point then allowed the clamps mouth to bite into several inches of flesh. The Lieutenant looked into Suzanne's pain glazed eyes and smiled as she released the elastic bands connecting the clamps to the horse's head as if they were reins. Suzanne responded with a guttural scream as the bands instantly stretched taunt pulling her breasts toward the metal beast's front. Narrow rivulets of blood quickly appeared along the clamp edges. A contra set of bands attached to her wrists stretched behind her back pulled her in the opposite direction. Heavy weights attached to her ankles added immeasurably to the pain she was experiencing at the centerline between her legs.

My God these people know how to torture the life out of someone concluded Mandy as she watched Suzanne suffer. Well at least someone is getting what they deserve. Those clamps are practically ripping off the ends of the boobs she's always showing off, rubbing them on every guy she meets. Hell, we all know that her daddy's money bought her those tits and the nose and the rest of her body.

With the background sound of Suzanne's stifled cries of agony, the Colonel moved his cock from Larry's mouth to Michael's and then Mandy's. After several moments of oral ministrations by the pretty coed, he penetrated Larry's rectum before slamming his pecker up Michael's shithole.

"My cock has been up your boy friend's assholes and I want you to suck it," said the Colonel before lowering his cock once again into Mandy's open mouth. The fact that Mandy didn't protest convinced the Colonel the time was right for him to make his offer. He delayed a little while longer fucking each of the three in their mouth and ass plus vagina in Mandy's case until he reached a climax in Larry's mouth who he had deemed a first rate cocksucker.

"Take her down, Major," said the Colonel satisfied that Larry had drained every ounce of semen from his ball sack. "Young man you suck dick better than a Charleston street whore. This wasn't the first time you've have a pecker in your mouth. Is it?"

"No sir," said Larry.

"You're pretty good too," said the Colonel to Michael. "I wasn't your first."

"I've sucked cock before, Sir," said Michael.

Suzanne was sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. Her hands were cradling her sore crotch as she quietly cried.

"And of course, the little lady here has done her share of playing the skin flute. At what age, did you first wrap those pretty lips around a roll of tube steak?" the Colonel asked Mandy.

"I was thirteen when I gave my brother, Ted who was eleven, a blowjob," said Mandy revealing a long held secret that she had never shared with anybody.

"How you doing, Ms. Compton?" asked the Colonel.

"Please don't hurt me anymore? I'll do anything you say. And I'm sorry I called you names. Please forgive me," said Suzanne breaking into loud sobs as she threw herself on the Colonel's boots.

"Oh now sweetheart, don't cry," said the Colonel crossing the room and sitting down on a stool beside Suzanne. He pulled the distressed girl up off the floor and sat her down in his lap. The sight of the forty-year-old bald Colonel cradling the sobbing distressed twenty three year old coed in his arms would have struck most viewers as bizarre. The Colonel put his arms around her and hugged her to his breast. Suzanne buried her face in the hairy chest and sobbed as the Colonel consoled her. Both her hands were still clutching her throbbing crotch.

The two made an odd sight. The Colonel naked except for the black boots seated on the tile floor beside the buxom blonde coed whose breasts were showing the jagged bloody punctures of the alligator clamp.

"Listen up you four miscreants, I'm going to make you a generous offer allowing you to avoid prosecution on drug-related felonies that would send you to prison for several decades at a minimum," said the Colonel before tilting Suzanne's head up and kissing her on the lips.

"I'm listening, Colonel. Please tell us," said Mandy. Michael and Larry immediately seconded her response. Even Suzanne mumbled her ascent.

"As you have no doubt deduced, my staff and I are given to acts of eroticism that have their origin in the orgies of the ancient Romans. It is a little know fact that the founder of the South Carolina Highway Patrol was a gentleman named Joshua Cantrell who was classically educated and spoke perfect Latin. Colonel Cantrell believed public service should be rewarded by the periodic exploitation of the citizenry for the sexual pleasure of his staff and their families. When not keeping the state free of lawbreakers, he organized large parties at remote sites where he could realize his desires for recreating the rites of the ancient Romans. These affairs were patterned after accounts by Pliny, Suetonius and others detailing the orgies of the Emperor Hadrian on the Isle of Capri and of course, later, the Emperors Caligula and Nero. Do you four understand me so far?" said the Colonel.

The four including Suzanne voiced her agreement. Suzanne remained nuzzled up against the Colonel's bare chest occasionally planting kisses on his nipples and neck. The two exchanged more kisses causing the Colonel to delay the explanation of his offer.

"Good, it makes me proud that my staff and I have added to you sense of duty and discipline. To continue, I am the proud inheritor and maintainer of the traditions began by Colonel Cantrell. Tomorrow night on a private lake my wife is planning a graduation party, to be truthful an orgy, in honor of the fifty new graduates of our state highway patrol academy. They will all be in attendance. Dress and behavior will be patterned after that of ancient Rome. If you agree to enthusiastically assist in the entertainment of guests, I agree to putting the four of you back on Interstate 95 the next day and forgetting all about those drugs. All records and associated paperwork of your arrest will be destroyed."

"You'll let us go, asked Mandy?

"Yes, put you back in your SUV with a full tank of gas and wave good bye. As for the party, there will be exotic food, stimulating conversation and a limitless number of sexual partners. I suppose I should mention that Colonel Cantrell also established the tradition of a bisexual police force. Another tradition I have obviously upheld both with my male and female officers. Simply put, agreement to attend means agreement to have sex with anyone that asks. Major Simpson and Lt. Tsai will monitor your behavior and any hesitation or bad faith on the part of any of the four of you will result in the continued imprisonment of all of you. It will be a no attitude party and your own preferences as to gender, age, fat, thin, light, dark, etc are to be forgotten. Understood?" said the Colonel.

"I agree. I'll go and fuck anyone that asks, male, female, young or old," said Mandy with certainty in her voice.

"How do we know you'll do what you say and let us go?" asked Michael.

"You don't other than you have the word of a Southern gentleman who has nothing to gain by putting you in our state's already overcrowded prison system," said the Colonel. "It cost the state $35,000 per annum per prisoner. I'd prefer you come to the orgy, have the experience of a lifetime, and depart happy. But its' your choice."

"I'll go," said Larry.

"I'm in," said Michael.

"How about you, darling?" asked the Colonel gently tilting up Suzanne chin to look her in the face.

"Yes, if you'll be my Daddy at the party?" asked Suzanne as she gently kissed the Colonel.

"It will be my pleasure to act as your Daddy. And my wife, Debbie, she'll be your Mama," said the Colonel before leaning down to kiss Suzanne on the lips.