Unfair Game

Unfair Game Part 2

Several hours of slogging through the hot jungle brought the captors and their captives to Raul's compound. The girls were distraught as well as being both physically and emotionally exhausted by their terrible ordeal. Once inside the walls of the camp the black guards saw to it that each of the women was tied to stakes in the ground. Looking about uneasily the girls found themselves tethered by the wrist at the portico of a ramshackle infirmary. With little diligence or compassion the guards dragged the women, one at a time into the small building were the injured girls had their scrapes and wounds treated. Two of the women remained inside the hospital where they were tied hand and foot to bunks. Here they could be easily observed treated it need be. Brandi had a difficult time breathing once she had regained consciousness, her bloodied nose and broken ribs kept her in much distress. Lauren’s torn rectum still bled freely and she had gone into shock.

The rest of the captives were taken to another small building where they were questioned individually by Raul and his two mercenary lieutenants. It took more than four hours for Raul to complete the initial questioning. Whenever a girl refused to answer or gave obviously false information she was dragged away by the black men, and shacked to the walls of the interrogation building. After the questioning all the girls who had answered cooperatively were forced to remove their garments. The women who refused to undress were attacked by the black guards who gleefully tore the clothing off their bodies.

The naked, squirming girls were then individually explored physically before being allowed to redress. Then they were each shoved into small, four foot long by four foot wide, cages that occupied the center of the camp. The cages were just over three meters in height forcing the captives crouch down or curl themselves around the edges of the cage, stuffing the girls into a bothersome stance.

The uncooperative captives numbered eleven. They were cruelly chained to the walls of the round interrogation building. Looking around the women found themselves in a building that had a dirt floor. The dirt was in some areas was very dark red and those areas appeared shiny in color and texture. Two heavy wooden tables were at the building’s center. Leather straps and lengths of chain were attached to the corners of each table. A cabinet near the entry way contained an assortment of torture instruments which included leather and metal tipped whips, riding crops, an assortment of spiked and studded prods, many types of knife, several pair of pliers, a garrote and an ice pick to name a few.

The young girls were chained by each wrist to sturdy iron hooks embedded high on the wall. When the black men chained them in place they amused themselves shredding the helpless women’s clothing exposing naked young bodies to the lusting and leering eyes of the brutal men. The young women writhed and squealed as the black men poked and prodded the fine selection of soft pink flesh. The men grinned in anticipation of the interrogation that was soon to begin. A painful and bloody experience lay just ahead for the imprisoned girls.

Raul decided to wait until the morning to begin the interrogation leaving the dangling women to await their fate. He fell asleep to the sounds of sobbing women punctuated occasionally by a cry of pain as a roving guard poked his bayoneted rifle into one of the caged beauties. By morning the eleven shackled women had sagged forward in exhaustion. The taller girls were on their knees while shorter girls hung at odd angles in some form of fitful sleep.

They were rudely awakened by two black men who sprayed their naked bodies with a blast of fetid water. The water was used to wash down the interior of the interrogation building hosing away urine, feces and blood stains from the walls and floor. The shocked-awake girls were left, wet and dangling, to dry while Raul and his men ate a hearty breakfast. An hour later the dry girls were confronted by Raul, the two white mercenaries, and four black men.

The early rising sun made promise of another hot day. Already the temperature inside the interrogation building exceeded eighty degrees. Raul and his men would see to it that these helpless women would be severely punished for not answering questions put to them the day before. They would answer those questions today and they would do much, much more than just answer questions…

The eleven unfortunates were thirty-four year old Pilot Christy Johansen, twenty-three year old Co-Pilot Dina Sweeten, thirty-one year old Stewardess Carol Young, and passengers twenty-eight year old Susan Leblanc, her sister twenty year old sister Michelle Leblanc, twenty-four year old Tracy Tompkins, three blonde and blue eyed sisters twenty-five year old Kelly Hawkins, and twenty-three year old Dawn Hawkins, and eighteen year old Lisa Hawkins, two more blonde sisters nineteen year old Melissa Ferguson and seventeen year old Crystal Ferguson.

The mercenaries and black men took great pleasure poking and prodding, squeezing and pinching the assemblage of naked girl flesh displayed before them. The unwanted attention brought squeals and cries of pain from the fondled women. As the girls were approached by the lecherous men they would lash out at the assailants with their unfettered legs trying to keep the men at bay. This tactic only slowed the appraisals as men teamed up to secure a pair of thrashing legs before another man would move in to explore the defenseless girl. Raul allowed his men free reign until all of the women had been subjected to the merciless ritual. The girls were then told they had made a serious mistake the night before by not answering questions. They were to be punished for that indiscretion and then they would be interrogated again. The consequences of not answering a second time would be life threatening to any women found to be withholding information.

Raul then introduced the two mercenaries and the four blacks to the prisoners. The two white were to administer punishment and assist the black men as needed, the black were there to receive a reward for services deemed above the call of duty. The girls were the reward. Each black man would select one of the captives and he could do with her and to her as he pleased. To a murmur of discontent from the men and whimpers of despair from the women Raul selected the first of the black men to be rewarded.

Dina is chosen

The selected man stood six foot one inch and weighed two hundred-twenty pounds. He moved about the room occasionally reaching out to touch or grab a constrained body. He circled the room twice before stopping in front of young Dina Sweeten. When Raul nodded his approval the black and two mercenaries moved in on the five-foot seven-inch, one-hundred-fifteen pound brown-haired beauty. The twenty-three year old lashed out with he long slender legs as the men closed in tight around her naked body. Her blue eyes wide with fear, filled with tears and her cries of anguish started the other girls calling out for mercy for their comrade.

  

When her thrashing legs were captured and held by two of the assailants her wrists were unshackled from the wall. The frenetically squirming and squealing woman was wrestled away from the wall. One mercenary moved behind the struggling captive encircling her naked body in his arms. One arm wrapped around the brunette’s chest, his rough hand grabbing tightly to one ample breast. The man’s other arm wrapped tightly around Dina’s neck chocking off her air supply. Shoulder length brown hair swung about wildly as the long legged beauty fought to escape the grasp of the three powerful men.

Her blue eyes leaked huge tears as the men carried her to the middle of the room. Dina was carried to one of the tables at the room’s center. Leather straps tied each of her ankles to two of the heavy table’s legs. The grip around her slender neck made her struggles began to weaken as she succumbed to the loss of air in her lungs. Her hands and fingers that had clawed at the arm tight around her neck soon fell away twitching and flailing at nothing in particular. The brunette’s body went limp as she faded into semi-consciousness. Dina was bent backward onto the top to the table. Each arm was pulled above her head and her wrists tied to the corners of the table top.

  

The battered girl was close to full unconsciousness when the mercenary’s arm was pulled away from her neck. A bluish bruise across her collar bone and claret-leaking fingernail gouges along one side of her mauled breast paid visual testament to her brutal treatment. Dina’s body arched backward, the edge of the table top wedged tightly into her round buttocks, exposing her thickly haired vagina to her assailants. The tethered girl gulped in huge quantities of air as her senses started to return. With her shoulders pulled back flat against the table and her back severely arched the girl was in acute distress. Her gasps of incoming air were followed by moans and wails of pain and discomfort.

The two mercenaries stepped away from the helpless girl leaving her to the exploitation of the black guard. He began pinching her upturned breasts with one hand and poking the calloused fingers of his other hand into her vaginal slit. Dina’s moans turned to screams and shrieks as the man enthusiastically explored her soft body. Three fingers of the man’s hand were jammed deep into Dina’s vagina. While the other hand clawed mercilessly on her naked breasts. The powerful man sawed his fingers in and out of the gorgeous brunette’s vagina twisting his hand about with each inward thrust.

While his fingers ripped apart the one hundred-fifteen pound girl her calves beat against the table legs to which she was tied. Her screams of pain intensified with each thrust of the black man’s fingers. Dina’s brown hair spread from each side of her head as her face twisted from side to side. The guards clawing fingernails drew blood as they continued to rip and tear at the twin mounds of soft flesh. Streaks of red ran down her ribs and pooled between the jutting orbs before the claret stream snaked down over her flat stomach. After several minutes the black man was able to pry the tight vagina opening wider apart. He worked four of his thick fingers into her squirming body then pulled his hand away from her bloodied breasts to expose his large hard penis.

He centered his weapon between the girl’s thighs and used both thumbs to open the battered slit. With a savage thrust he impaled the screaming young woman driving his ten inch penis nearly to its hilt. The pain of the intrusion into her slender body was so great that the blue eyed captive stopped breathing. Her piercing scream died away into a shock caused silence. The girls pretty blue eyes stared straight ahead seeing nothing but the red flash of pain. Her mouth was wide open, her white teeth exposed to the gums but she made no sound.

The man drew back from the girl and then drove himself into her again and again and again… The black man grabbed handfuls of her long brown hair to gain extra leverage then rammed his weapon even harder into the helpless girl. Dina’s neck was snapped and her head yanked forward with each brutal plunge. The brutalized girl’s wide blue eyes sprayed her ravaged breasts with copious tears. The violent rapist manhandled her body repeatedly hammering his huge penis into her twenty-three year old body. Many more horrible minutes passed before the rapist satisfied his lust. Pulling his spent weapon out of the battered girl he finally released her hair allowing Dina’s head to snap back falling to the table top with a vicious thud.

The knock stunned her back to reality. She felt the terrible pain between her thighs remain even as the man pulled out of her bruised vagina. Her labored breathing returned as she choked and sobbed in anguish and despair. A trail of pink colored sperm and blood oozed from between her thighs splattering the dirt floor near her feet.

Carol and Christy are targeted

Raul nodded to the second black man. He was a much larger than the man who had raped Dina. He stood six foot three inches and weighed more than two hundred-fifty pounds. Following the same procedure the earlier rapist had used the large black guard circled the room testing various girls with his calloused hands until he came to stop in front of nineteen-year-old Stewardess Carol Young. With a nod of approval from Raul the two mercenaries moved in to help with the mauling of the young redheaded girl. Carol’s beautiful face contorted into a mask of fear. The five foot six inch one hundred-twenty pound girl yelled at her attackers to leave her alone.

As they had done with Dina, when the girls freckled legs kicked out at them the black man captured her ankles while one mercenary wrapped his arms around her flailing thighs. The second mercenary unshackled the girl’s wrists from the wall and tied them together behind her back. The three men carried the twisting and thrashing teenager to the center of the room. Her cries for mercy fell upon deaf ears.

Pilot Christy Johansen could stand the brutality no longer. “Let her go”, she yelled at Raul. “I will tell you what you want to know, just please leave us alone,” she cried. The men wrestling Carol to the middle of the room stopped where two rings, about eighteen inches apart, were imbedded into the floor. One mercenary held the writhing nineteen-year-old by her red pony tail while the other men tied her ankles to the rings. Raul watched the tethering of the redheaded beauty and then went to confront Christy.

“Please, please don’t do this”, pleaded the blonde airline captain. “I will answer any question you ask. I am Christy Johansen, I’m thirty-four, and I am the pilot of the aircraft that crashed. Dina Sweeten is my co-pilot, I think she is twenty-three or twenty-four and Carol Young is a stewardess with our airline. How old are you Carol? Tell them what they want to know, it’s okay” “So you think its okay to talk now”, said Raul menacingly. “I see it bothers you to see your friends being punished. Let’s arrange you so you won’t have to watch.”

Raul motioned for the mercenaries to assist him. As they approached Christy she pleaded with them to stop assaulting the helpless women. All three men laughed as they grabbed for the writhing blonde, blocking her kicks with their powerful arms. Quickly the five foot five inch one-hundred-eighteen-pound woman was captured, unshackled, and then re-shackled so that she faced the wall. When Christy continued to plead for mercy Raul silenced her by grabbing one leg at the calf and pulling her body away from the wall. When the hapless blonde had been pulled several feet from the wall, suspended by her wrists Raul released her leg and she slammed, chest first, back into the side of the building.

Watery green eyes showed the pain of the blow as Christy hit the wall breasts first. After a truncated yelp of pain the partially stunned blonde fell silent as blood dripped from lacerations to her breasts and belly. “Now you will not have to watch the punishment of your friend Miss Johansen”, said Raul as he began to fondle her smooth round buttocks. “I think I have found a suitable target for you punishment as well,” growled Raul as he worked his large hand between her thighs and then up to probe her light brown vaginal pelt. The blonde twisted her body to the side trying to escape Raul’s probing hand.

Her moans of discomfort were replicated by Carol as the black man poked and prodded her tethered body. Raul motioned for the two white mercenaries to replace him attending to Christy’s punishment. Each man detached the twenty-four inch assault baton he carried on his belt. These hardwood batons were one and one-half inches in diameter with a five inch long cross shaft that was six inches from one end of the baton. One end of the cross shaft bulged with a two inch wide rounded ball. When the mercenaries were in position at both sides of the one-hundred-eighteen pound blonde and the black man poised beside the ankle-tethered redhead, Raul nodded for the brutality to begin.

 

The screams of pain from the unfortunate women were deafening. Even the cracking sound made by the batons as they struck Christy’s buttocks and upper thighs could not be heard over the pitiful shrieks of anguish. Christy’s buttocks and the back of her thighs were soon cross-crossed with a labyrinth of multi-colored wheals. At the same instant Christy’s beating began the huge black man next to Carol had looped his hand behind her head and grabbed a tight grip on her red pony-tailed hair. His other hand closed on her round buttocks causing her to arch forward at the hips to avoid his probing fingers. With a sudden powerful jerk of one massive leg the black drove his knee into the auburn haired vee between the one hundred-twenty pound girl’s thighs

The force of the blow would have driven her across the room except that her ankles were anchored to the floor. Her shriek of pain rose in volume as she shot up into the air until neither the girl nor her timbre could climb any higher. Using the red pony tail as a handle the man pulled the crying girl forward so that she was forced to bend at the waist. Unleashing a second, even more powerful blow, the black drove his knee up into the nineteen year old girl’s abdomen. As the knee penetrated into her soft belly, Carol’s breath was knocked from her lungs. Her shriek gave way to a sudden gasp that quickly faded away to a faint moan.

   

The redhead’s gorgeous face took on a look of surprise as green eyes opened wide then quickly filled with tears as the pain of the blows to her lower body reached her brain. The sudden loss of breath and the extreme pain caused Carol’s freckled knees to buckle. Holding firm to the red pony with one hand the huge black man drove the thumb of his other hand sharply between the teenager’s pink outer labium. As the coarse digit penetrated deep into the girl, the thumb’s nail ripped into her vagina’s soft inner lining. This new pain was more extreme than the earlier blows. The newly suffered pain and the upward force of the penetrating thumb straightened Carol’s wobbling knees as the youngster was again lifted off the ground. Her tethered ankles kept her from being thrown across the room.

   

The impaled girl’s mouth was wide open but her oxygen deprived lungs kept her from making any sound of protest or agony. The black held the wildly twisting redhead with one hand wedged between her legs and the other twisted tight around her long hair. His fat thumb was fully embedded in the hapless girl and he wriggled it around inside her tight slit scraping gouges into tender pink flesh. With her hands tied behind her back she arched her back trying to pull herself away from the pain between her legs and began to regain her breath. Slowly and softly at first and then more rapidly and loudly came squeals and heart wrenching cries of pain that gushed from between her luscious lips.

Dark red blood splattered the black man’s hand as he withdrew his thumb from the screaming redhead leaving behind thin streaks of crimson that trailed down the

  freckled girl’s inner thighs. The guard’s bloodied free hand exposed his large and fully inflated penis and began pushing it between the teen’s thighs. The man succeeded in forcing its tip into the bleeding slit, lowering his body by bending his knees. With his penis head centered within the girl the man placed both of his hands atop her trembling shoulders. With a powerful upward thrust the rapist straightened his knees and forced his huge member deep into the helpless victim.

The first thrust forced the large penis well past the girl’s thumbnail damaged inner vaginal walls. The second thrust nearly reached full penetration. On the third powerful shove into the wildly shrieking redhead the large penis penetrated its full length and the black mans pelvis smashed into the soft freckled pelvis with a brutally painful collision. The dual pain of the penis intrusion and bruised labia brought Carol’s cries of pain to a new peak.

Her head was thrown back, wide open green eyes filled with tears, and a final intense yelp of pain escaped her beautiful lips before she fainted and her screams faded away. The red pony tail danced across her naked back as the black kept hammering his manhood into the unconscious girl. With each upward thrust her tiny feet were lifted off the floor, pulled to the end of their tether and abraded by the coarse rope that tied them to the floor. As each lunge reached its high point a moan or faint yelp escaped the upturned mouth and the tear streaked green eyes fluttered. After a three full minutes of pummeling the young girl, the rapist reached his climax.

The man used one hand to hold the nineteen-year-old by her pony tail to keep her standing while he pulled is deflating penis from her battered body. Carol’s freckled inner thighs were smeared with a pink mixture of blood and sperm that dripped to the floor between her bound feet. When she was released from his grip Carol slowly sank to her knees and then fell backward onto her back. The raped girl’s battered vagina sagged open and continued to ooze its pink spunk as Carol’s head struck the floor and turned to one side. The ravaged girl made no more noise as she lay slumped on the floor.

Christy’s screams were unrelenting as the mercenaries continued to whip and beat her round ass cheeks and thighs. The first blows had raised dark blue and vivid scarlet inflammations on the blonde woman’s posterior. As more and more of the baton strikes affected a localized area the intersections of the criss-crossing weals began to tear open, leaking thin lines of blood onto Christy’s wildly thrashing thighs. With each cudgel strike the thirty-four-year old blonde cried out in pain. She twisted her head away from the wall and pleaded with her attackers to stop.

Her appeals were ignored as the mercenaries began striking the writhing green eyed beauty higher and higher up her naked back. Another dozen blows and the men were blasting their weapons into her bloodied shoulders and upper back. Christy’s plump breasts were being mutilated by the rough walls of the building as her body twisted and thrashed about with each of the merciless truncheon blows. By this time the sounds of pain from both Dina and Carol had faded and a queue of black guards were hammering away at their unconscious forms. Only the sharp cries from Christy’s lips as each baton struck her bruised and bloodied back could be heard in the room.

Even those cries were growing softer as Christy faded towards unconsciousness herself. Her tear filled green eyes fluttered as the pain of the brutal attack seemed to fade. One of the mercenaries had stopped beating the girl. He grabbed the blood stained end of his baton and began working its “T” crossed handle between her limply twitching thighs. Placing the two-inch thick handle knob at the entrance to Christy’s curly brown haired vagina the mercenary forced the five inch long handle into her body with a sudden savage thrust. The action caused Christy to return instantly to full consciousness.

Her green eyes and red lips flew open and a sharp shriek of pain echoed across the room as the baton handle was pushed entirely into the blonde victim. Christy’s painful cries continued as the mercenary used the vagina embedded baton to pull her body away from the wall. The batons two inch knob pressed tightly against the walls of her vagina tugging and abrading the tender flesh apart from within. The stricken woman groaned in anguish as her body was pulled at the waist more than two feet away from the wall. Christy’s tear filled eyes only then saw that the second mercenary was preparing to assault the now exposed front of her naked body.

She cringed as she watched the second mercenary as her brought his baton up to between her body and the wall. With a sudden snap of his wrist the mercenary smacked the baton into her flat belly. Christy let out a yip in pain but soon discovered that any movement she made caused her great discomfort between her legs. She tried to remain as still as possible as the baton smacked repeatedly into her belly and abdomen. Only feeble yips and slight twitching contortions accompanied each baton strike causing the mercenary to change his method of attack.

The man moved his blood smeared assault baton down near the suspended blonde’s knees and then with a violent upward blow he slammed it into the underside of her lacerated breasts. The blow caused poor Christy severe pain. She reacted snapping her head back sending her blonde hair flying as she attested to the sadism with a lingering anguished scream. Not waiting for the scream to fade the mercenary repeated his action driving his baton again into the girl’s battered breasts. Christy stopped her scream only long enough to refill her lungs when her assailant started his third upward stroke aimed at the newly bloodied globes. Seeing the blow coming the green eyed girl twisted her body to the side to avoid the baton.

The trajectory of the weapon carried it into the tip of one breast tearing tender nipple flesh apart as it punched passed and then continued upward before slamming into the blonde’s neck and cheek. The tip of the cudgel came to rest just below Christy’s temple. Where the baton struck the thirty-four-year-old in the face a bruise began to swell and purple. The scream she had interrupted to re-fill her lungs did not re-start. The only sound she made was a gasp of air gushing past her opened lips.

When Christy’s battered head slumped forward her blonde hair was streaked with crimson leaking from her wounds. The unconscious blonde felt no pain as the mercenary behind her wrenched the truncheon handle from between her limp thighs. The one hundred-eighteen pound woman slammed back into the wall. Her head fell backward away from the wall, her long blonde hair, streaked with blood, hung far down her back.

Except for some soft sobbing, all was quiet in the interrogation building. The eight, as yet, un-touched girls hung against the walls in various degrees of shock. Raul motioned toward the door and six guards appeared. At Raul’s command these men untied the unconscious women and carried them from the room. The injured women were taken to the infirmary were their wounds were treated. Once they regained consciousness they were permitted to re-dress in their torn Airline uniforms. Without further regard to the battered women’s physical condition or psyche Raul’s black guards dragged them out of the small hospital and threw them into individual bamboo slatted cages at the center of the compound.

To be continued;