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PART 6
The days that followed were an easy time. The prisoners, who had become useful participants in the national defense effort, were treated better than ever and even allowed a small measure of freedom. They ate well, took long hot showers, slept when they wanted. Physical work was no longer required of them; there was nothing to do but to rest and relax.
Most girls agreed that occasional mass gang-bang was not such a high price to pay for these luxuries. To be sure, there was some suffering. Patricia Abril’s ass had hurt for days. Anabela Cervantes and Francisca Pons got upset stomachs from all the sperm they had to swallow. Silvia Munoz got all teared up one morning, claiming emotional damage from rape and abuse. She was better by breakfast.
On the opposite end of the spectrum was a small group of girl who couldn’t wait for the soldiers’ next visit. The chief among those was, naturally, Estela Garrido. The wacky woman spent all her time reminiscing about, as she put it, "the night of glorious buttfucking." She would tell and retell every episode with all its gory details to anyone who would listen. During especially piquant moments her eyes would mist over and her pussy visibly moisten.
Katia Jimenez was another enthusiastic member. She wasn’t as talkative about it, but Nadia knew how much her friend was looking forward to the soldiers’ return. This was not surprising. In the course of that night Katia had no less than four of those remarkable near-death orgasmic experiences. She was understandably eager to repeat them.
Nadia’s own feelings were somewhere between the two extremes. Taking hundreds of cocks down the throat and up the ass was unpleasant, humiliating experience. On the other hand, Nadia found that she already missed the taste of sperm on her tongue. And the anal penetrations, aside from the painful first hour, were not all that uncomfortable. Nadia learned that with a right stimulation they could even give pleasure. As for humiliation, Nadia cared little about it. Prison life had stripped her long ago of any possible dignity.
The best part about this situation, though, was the halt in arbitrary executions. Even those who complained about mistreatment had welcomed this new sense of security. A girl of Santa Margarita could be a mere sex toys whose mouth and asshole belonged to the state; on the other hand, she could no longer be strung up like a dog for no reason at all. She was somebody; she was needed; she had a role to play. She could not be killed at a drop of a head. No matter how badly she was abused and humiliated by horny soldiers, still it wasn’t as painful or as degrading —or as deadly!—as the slow asphyxiation in the noose. A night of submission and occasional rough treatment was worth not having to wonder if you’d end the day dangling by the neck.
Even a rather blatant display of Lesbianism no longer seemed to be the sufficient grounds for punishment. This point was brought home by an incident in the showers that happened about a week after the soldiers’ visit. It started when Alita Lopez asked Francisca Pons to help her wash her hair. Alita had a gorgeous mane of long black hair that she was justly proud of. It was so long that it was hard for her to wash it alone, so she had to ask her friend Francisca to come to her aid. In return to helping her wash the hair Alita scrubbed Francisca’s back. Chatting happily, the girls continued to bathe each other. Francisca rubbed soap on Alita’s belly and tits and in her turn Alita lathered Francisca’s butt. The friends were carried away by their discussion and did not think what they were doing. Only when Alita pushed her soapy hand between Francisca thighs and started to wash her down there, did the girls realize that they had crossed a line. Alita instantly pulled her hand but by then it was too late. They were seen. Ines Santana, who sat in a chair near the door, got up and left the steamy room, clearly to bring the Commandant down on them. Alita and Francisca started to weep, overwhelmed by the enormity of their error. They knew that what they’ve done was a hanging offense. Other girls shifted uncomfortably in their stalls. Everyone fully expected to see Francisca and Alita hoisted up right here in the showers, before they even had a chance to dry off. A minute later the door opened again, and the girls braced for an invasion of guards, led as usual in such cases by Captain De La Peña himself. But to everybody’s surprise, it was only Ines Santana, alone and looking unhappy. Grumbling, she plopped into her chair and gestured to the girls to finish their bath. This was the clearest demonstration to date that the days of willy-nilly hangings were truly over.
The prisoners were ecstatic about their newfound freedom. That night Nadia was tempted to make love to Katia like in the old days. She could see in her friend’s eyes that Katia wouldn’t mind resuming the affair. Driven by a powerful impulse, Nadia came very close to crawling over to Katia’s bed and diving into her expectant arms; but an inborn cautiousness prevented her from going through with this.
Next morning, right after breakfast, the guards started distributing enemas. The time has come for the prisoners to fulfill their duty once again.
The big room had been tidied up since the last week. Most of the stains on the carpet had been removed, and there was a faint lemony smell in the air left behind by the cleaning solution. Otherwise, the place looked much like a week ago: empty, except for the gallows, which crouched in the background, still sinister but abandoned and impotent.
The prisoners, arranged in rows, waited apprehensively. Before long, noises from outside announced the arrival of today’s party. Rumbling of engines; screeching of brakes; slamming of doors; a male voice barking something incomprehensible and being answered with booming laughter. The sound of engines was mostly subdued growl rather than thunderous roar, which suggested that this time the majority of the incoming vehicles were cars rather than trucks or buses.
Commandant De La Peña entered the room in the company with the familiar Colonel. Behind them trailed a mob of naked young men. The Colonel and the Captain conversed in quiet tones, as the boys massed in front of the room. In a few minutes everyone was inside.
The soldiers were far fewer than a week ago—they all fit within without anyone remaining in the corridors. When the men saw the girls they whistled and smacked their lips in appreciation. Nadia felt a number of them ogling her body. Embarrassed, and yet basking in their attention, she studied them in turn. These soldiers had a different quality about them. They were more uniform in age; largely in their early twenties. They knew each other well. In general, they looked a bit more refined than the riff-raff than filled the room last week. Nadia easily recognized the type. These were the guys she used to date before she was arrested: cadets and junior officers just out of the academy.
The Colonel in charge ordered his troops to get ready. There was no need; the men were more then ready. Each of them already sported a beautiful hard-on. The Colonel approached the first row of prisoners and stopped in front of the rightmost girl, Barbara Alvarez. He made a gesture and Barbara went down on her hands and knees. Two young lieutenants at once separated from the crowd and jogged toward Barbara. Without delay, they mounted her on either end. In the meantime, the Colonel ordered down the second prisoner, Isabela Aguirre. The next two men were already at his side. Even before Isabela’s knees touched the floor she was impaled by two cocks.
The Colonel stopped before the third girl, whose name was Violeta Barcelo. Before the man had time to give a signal, Violeta went to her knees. The Colonel shook his head, lifted the girl by the arm, and ordered her to wait. A moment later Wardens Vea and Santana took Violeta out of formation and ushered her out of the room. The Colonel carried on with inspection. As he strolled along the front row, several more girls were selected to taken outside, leaving behind gaps among the prisoners. Monica Cubero was chosen…then Alita Lopez of the beautiful long hair…and the little shy Sara Gomez… and Juana Diaz who was right in front of Nadia. Eventually the Colonel came to the end of the first row and continued to the second—Nadia’s row.
Before long the he reached Nadia’s immediate neighbor, the dark-skinned Patricia Abril with her sensitive ass. He paused to think, then shrugged and gestured her to get down. After only a moment of delay she did as she was told. A baby-faced cadet materialized behind her; and, without losing any time, drove his thick member into her open asshole. Patricia cursed and angrily slapped the young man’s leg. Oblivious to her reaction, he only thrust deeper. Tears sprayed out of Patricia’s eyes. She started to howl in pain; but before she actually got a chance to get out a sound, her open mouth was plugged by another cock.
All this took place during the Colonel’s short walk toward Nadia. A moment later he was in front of her, and Nadia could no longer pay attention to Patricia Abril. The Colonel studied Nadia’s face for a few seconds. Then he visually examined her breasts, stomach, and legs. Deep in thought, he stared at her crotch. Finally, having arrived at a decision, he nodded to himself. He looked past Nadia at someone behind her back and made a beckoning gesture. One of the waiting Wardens promptly appeared from behind. She took Nadia by the shoulder and escorted her out of the door.
Nadia found herself in the dimly lit corridor outside the gym. The prisoners selected by the Colonel sat in a row along the wall, their bare asses resting on dusty linoleum. Three silent guards stood watch over them. The Warden led Nadia to the end of the row and made her sit down. She returned to the room but reappeared a moment later with Estela Garrido in tow. The Warden deposited Estela next to Nadia and retreated back where she came from. As time went by, more prisoners were added to the lineup. Every time the door opened to admit another prisoner, one could hear muffled male grunts and female moans coming from the other side. Estela Garrido listened hungrily to the noises, licking her lips or sometimes rubbing her cunt. Then the door would be shut and the sounds would fade. Estela would sigh and hang her head, dejected at having been left out of the fun.
Having nothing better to do, Nadia counted the girls. Eleven…twelve…The door opened again and now there were thirteen… Nadia could not help but notice that the selected girls tended to be young and pretty, or else unusually proficient or passionate in sex. Nadia was flattered to be included in such company, and at the same time nervous as hell.
The door was slammed open once more, as the fourteenth girl was marched out of the gym. Nadia was alarmed to see that the newcomer had been none other than her friend Katia Jimenez. Alarmed but not surprised; in Nadia’s (possibly biased) opinion Katia was the most beautiful woman in Santa Margarita. And, given Katia’s newfound fame as the orgasm queen, it made sense that she was chosen.
"This is the last one," declared Ines Santana as she pushed forward the disoriented Katia. She scowled at the sitting girls. "Quit relaxing! Get up and get going."
The prisoners were herded through a normally off-limits passageway, beyond which lay long sterile corridors with numerous, regularly spaced doorways along one side. Nadia alone knew where they were. She had been here before; the only prisoner to have done so—or at least the only one to have done so without ending up in the noose. When Santa Margarita was still a school this was the study quarters; the doorways along the walls led into disused classrooms. Now this area was a part of the prison’s administrative wing; Nadia had passed here many times on her way to the Commandant’s office somewhere on the floor above.
For one wild moment Nadia wished to be taken there once again. She fervently desired to be used by the Captain as he used her before, even if she had to share him this time with thirteen other girls. But De La Peña’s office was not their destination. Instead of going up the stairs the girls were made to go down.
The prisoners heard the voices even before they see their owners. A group of men was coming up the stairway, their conversation preceding them. The voices drew nearer, and a moment later the men stepped onto a landing. The girls stopped, watching the newcomers warily.
These men were different from those that prisoners saw before. They were hard-faced, tough looking gentlemen ranging in age between twenty five and forty-five. They were not naked at all, but fully dressed in gorgeous parade uniforms. The Colonel in charge came to the front and saluted the newcomers warmly: those were his fellow officers.
The men ceased talking when they saw the women; some chuckled in approval of bare female flesh but most just stared intently; a very different reaction from the raucous welcome the girls got from the younger soldiers. Nadia counted the men. There were only nineteen of them, or slightly more than one man per girl. At first blush it sounded as a better situation compared to being pounded all night by hundreds of cocks. Nadia wasn’t so sure about that. These were officers—men who were used to being obeyed. Also, they were older and more experienced, which could mean perverted in some particularly unpleasant ways.
The familiar Colonel was the most senior officer here. In addition to him, there were a couple of Lieutenant Colonels, a handful of Majors, and a dozen or so of Captains. Nadia hadn’t seen any of them before. Most officers were Army but some were Navy or Military Police.
One Captain was staring straight at Nadia. She glanced toward him in return—and froze with fear. The man’s face was terrifyingly cruel, but the scariest thing about him were his eyes. They were colorless, dead, and unblinking; and they were fixed right on Nadia. He was watching her as predator watches his dinner. Nadia promptly averted her eyes and tried hard not to look in that direction. But even without looking she could feel the man’s icy stare on her skin.
The Colonel dismissed Warden Santana and the guards. Nadia naively assumed that the officers would immediately undress and start fucking the girls right here in the stairwell. Instead, the prisoners were taken to a dead-end corridor with doors on either side. They were given to understand that fucking itself would transpire behind closed doors: unlike the lower ranks, officers were entitled to privacy. But first, the available pussy would have to be distributed among the men.
Since he outranked everyone else here, the Colonel had the right to the first pick. And what’s more, he was so important that he got to pick not one but two girls all for himself. He promptly selected two top beauties of the flock, Alita Lopez and Katia Jimenez, then yielded his place to the next officer. The second in line was a Navy officer with the rank of Frigate Captain, which was just a shade below the rank of Colonel, as Nadia understood such things. Apparently he was important as well and also entitled to two girls. Without hesitation he chose Monica Cubero, then paused in thought, looking back and forth between Nadia and Juana Diaz.
Suddenly another officer stepped forward. He firmly pushed the Navy man aside and said, pointing at Nadia, "I’ll take that one." Nadia’s stomach lurched: this was the same scary Captain whose eyes all this time drilled holes in her skin. His voice a flat raspy monotone, sinister like the rest of him. There was nothing in the world Nadia wanted less than being taken by this man. But wait a minute, wasn’t this man only a Captain, the most junior rank here? Who did he think he was, jumping the line like that?
One close look and Nadia had the answer. The man wore a little golden shield on his sleeve, the insignia of the dreaded Internal Security Forces. This Captain, though formally inferior in rank, was the most powerful man in the room. With a snap of a finger he could end careers and ruin lives; no wonder he felt free to do whatever he wished.
Fortunately, the old sailor was not so easily intimidated. He defiantly stepped in front of the security man and growled, "No! She is mine!" He grabbed Nadia by the wrist and forcibly pulled her to himself, almost dislocating her shoulder. Never in her life was Nadia so grateful to a man who treated her so rudely.
The security Captain narrowed his eyes at the adversary. Nadia had a distinct impression that he was about to pull a gun and shoot both the sailor and her. Just then, the Colonel intervened. "Let it be, Adrian," he said placatingly. "General Vilareal will be very unhappy if we quarrel over some whore."
The Captain appeared to be deep in thought. The Colonel licked his lips nervously. Even he, a senior officer, was afraid of the security man. The Frigate Captain was silent too, looking truculently from underneath his bushy eyebrows. Only Nadia knew just how tense he was: he was gripping her shoulder so powerfully that he stopped the circulation in her arm. At last the Captain spoke. "Fine," he said in a voice marginally more grating than usual. "He can keep her. But I choose the next two." The Colonel breathed easily. This compromise was acceptable.
The Security Captain named Adrian picked Juana Diaz and Sara Gomez. The distribution of the other women among the rest of the officers went smoothly enough. Every Lieutenant Colonel, every Major, and a few especially favored Captains got one girl each. After they were finished, there were only three girls were left, and the remaining Captains had to share them. But there was no need to feel badly for these men. One of the three women was the insatiable Estela Garrido who alone was more than a match for a whole regiment.
The gallant mariner led Nadia and Monica to one of the empty classrooms. Nadia looked around. Faded portraits of classical writers hung on the walls—the kids must’ve studied literature here. Three or four broken chairs stood forlornly toward the back of the room. That was it: desks, bookcases, and any other usable furniture was looted long ago. However, very recently, no earlier than last week, someone brought here a large mattress. It lay in the middle of the room like a rectangular beached whale. Nadia was relieved to see that it was covered with threadbare but clean quilt blanket.
The old seawolf lost no time; he undressed himself in seconds, military-style. Nadia and Monica did not need to undress as they were naked to begin with. The man placed them side by side on the mattress, on their hands and knees, facing the wall. He started with a session of painful but invigorating hard spanking. One girl, then the other jerked and whimpered every time a horny, calloused hand connected with her bottom. For a while, the room was filled with the sound of slaps and high female yelps.
By the time spanking stopped Nadia’s ass was the color of strawberries and as hot to the touch as a stove. On the positive side, her circulation was definitely restored. Now the man took to poking his fingers into the girl’s random holes, which wasn’t as much painful as it was jarring. He mainly worked on widening the sphincters; but sometimes his finger brushed a clit or stumbled upon the G-spot, which felt very nice. Eventually Nadia sensed his cock pushing against the entrance to her asshole. That was a relief, she was starting to think it would never happen. So, Nadia relaxed and let him in.
His cock slowly moved forward, stretching Nadia’s hole, filling her with the familiar sensation of fullness and warmth. For a moment all was well with the world. But just when Nadia was skewered the deepest he abruptly withdrew, leaving her ass empty and gaping. Nadia cried out in disappointment—and was shortly seconded by Monica, who was making sounds because the man was forcing himself between her cheeks.
For the next ten minutes the sailor took turns dunking his cock into the two available holes. A quick penetration, a few thrusts, and suddenly he was off to dip his shaft into the next girl’s waiting ass. Nadia hated these abrupt extractions that left her so empty and frustrated. But he was always back, violating her, filling her, tormenting her anew with the exquisite pleasure of anal entry.
In the end he decided to stay with Nadia. Nadia’s mood soared when she realized that he was not going away. Like a powerful ship engine he pounded her willing ass until he worked them into a lather. At the point of the deepest penetration he stopped, and all of a sudden Monica’s face was between Nadia’s thighs. Monica sucked his balls, and Nadia’s could feel the girl’s chin rubbing rhythmically against her pussy. The man withdrew his cock out of Nadia’s ass. She heard slurping sounds, and then the cock was driven back into its place.
Minutes passed. Now the man was ready to cum. Before he did he grabbed a fistful of Nadia’s hair and pulled it back, forcing her to raise her head. On the wall above her she caught sight of a row of men in old-fashioned costumes watching with distaste the orgy below. She recognized them. These were classical writers—Cervantes, Lope De Vega, and others—whose portraits adorned the classroom. Nadia mentally apologized to them. At this very moment the man who was fucking her gave her a mighty smack on the ass. Nadia’s anal muscles contracted involuntarily, pushing him over the edge. Nadia felt her ass being filled with rivers of cum, as she gazed guiltily into Don Cervantes’ disapproving eyes.
The sailor let go of Nadia’s hair and retreated from her butt. Some of his jizz dripped out. Naturally, Monica was obliged to lick it off. This gave the man an idea. With his cock out of commission for a while, he ordered a session of girl-on-girl action.
Nadia didn’t even like Monica Cubero all that much. But prisoners do what they are told, so Nadia obediently pressed her lips against Monica’s mouth and gave her a French kiss. Monica promptly pushed her tongue, still coated in cum, deep down Nadia’s throat. The officer gave another command, and Nadia found herself kissing Monica’s other lips. Even though Nadia enjoyed this very little, she honestly tried; but despite her best efforts Monica was as responsive as a sack of potatoes. The girls simply didn’t click.
Still, the job had to be done; so to try and inflame a missing enthusiasm Nadia imagined she was making love to Katia. But Monica’s pussy was nothing like Katia’s. The lips were too meaty; the clit too small; the snatch was the wrong shape and tasted oddly, too. All Nadia achieved was getting upset. She wished her friend was really here.
Unbeknownst to Nadia, Katia was having a similar experience. After the Colonel came into Alita Lopez’s mouth, he put her on top of Katia in the 69 position and made them eat each other’s twats. They had to do it for over an hour. All that time Alita kept making little disgusted sounds, pushing Katia, pinching and biting her on vulnerable parts; and in general expressing her revulsion every chance she got. The only escape for Katia was her imagination; just like Nadia pictured Katia in place of another girl, Katia was thinking about Nadia. One thought, one cherished hope sustained the separated lovers as they went through the motions of sex. They dreamed that the next time the Colonel, or the Frigate Captain, or some other important officer, will choose both of them together and let them fulfill their most intimate desire—make love to each other without the fear of punishment…
Nadia had to wake up from her pleasant dreams because the man said something. Apparently it was a command to switch places. Nadia lied down on her back and spread her legs. Monica turned around and slid down Nadia’s body; then, with a marked lack of enthusiasm, stuck her tongue into Nadia’s cunt. Laboring hard to simulate passion, Nadia emitted several fake moans. Monica responded in kind. Meanwhile, the old seawolf pulled on his cock and at the same time regaled the girls with tales of naval derring-do, emphasizing high points by slapping Monica’s rump.
These reminiscences, more than anything else, had gradually brought the sailor’s mast back to life. The girls were too busy to notice that at first; but the man wasn’t shy about letting his wishes known. Once he was ready he gave a clear hint of what he wanted to do next. Nadia lay on her back, eyes closed, receiving Monica’s desultory attention, when something hard and meaty pushed against her lips. She opened her mouth and was instantly forced to swallow the full length of a fresh erection. From this Nadia gathered that the man wanted to fuck her face.
And a serious fucking it was—the sailor pumped Nadia’s throat as though it was vagina. No one ever did it to her, not even Captain De La Peña. On the conscious level, she didn’t like this much. She kept gagging, which made her short of breath; her vision swam for the lack of oxygen; and, on top of that, her tonsils were bruised with constant pummeling. And yet her pussy was dripping with juice, to Monica’s total disgust. Orgasmic waves went up and down Nadia’s stomach. Despite all the discomfort, her body responded to sex—any form of sex. Even if it was as brutal as this.
Suffering badly but helpless with desire for more, Nadia remembered De La Peña’s words. "She worships cock," he said on that fateful night when he almost hanged her. Now Nadia understood the depth of his insight. She loved cocks. She welcomed anything done to her with a cock. No matter how many of them there were; no matter which hole and how deep; no matter if it was killing her.
For a mercy, the sailor stopped fucking Nadia before she threw up or passed out. But he did not do it to give Nadia a break, he simply remembered Monica. Now it was the other girl’s turn to wheeze and gag. Nadia’s job was easy: she was giving the man’s balls a tongue bath. The sailor started to sing his favorite war songs. After a moment he ordered Monica to sing with him; but, of course, all she could manage was "mmm-mm" and "glug-glug". The man found this incredibly hilarious.
Another switch. The officer decided that he wanted to fuck Nadia’s face once again; so she lay on her back with her head hanging off the mattress’s edge and accepted a shaft up her throat. There were noises coming from the next room; but Nadia was too busy trying to catch a breath to pay them any heed. She knew that the cock in her mouth was about to explode. So many men squirted their loads down her throat that by now she could easily predict the exact moment. The trick was to prepare in time. Most men liked to stick their rods all the way in as they shot their wad. Nadia took a deep breath through her nose and braced herself. Sure enough: the next second the sailor, using his own weight as the leverage, drove himself half way down Nadia’s stomach. The root of his cock throbbed between her jaws; she could already taste a faint flavor of pre-cum. "Here it comes," she thought.
Just then a woman screamed. It was a high, hysterical shriek full of fear, and it came from behind the wall. There were more sounds: a patter of bare feet, a stomp of a boot, an enraged male voice. Something fell, somebody cursed… The sailor reacted with lightning speed. Before Monica or Nadia were even able to move a muscle, he was ready and moving. One moment he was on the threshold of coming; the next, his dick popped out of Nadia’s mouth like a cork out of a Champaign bottle. He ejaculated anyway; he was too far gone not to. But even as his dick spewed semen all over Nadia’s face, his mind was already elsewhere. In a true military fashion he went for his weapon first. Then, stark naked, with his cock still erect and dripping, he ran out of the door.
Nadia and Monica looked at each other. Monica shrugged, then turned around and followed the officer. Nadia wiped a gob of sperm out of her eye and followed Monica.
The corridor was already filled with men and women. They all looked in one direction. Prevented by wide backs of the officers in front of her, Nadia couldn’t see what everyone was staring at. She squeezed between the men, brushing past their hairy nude bodies. Once in front of the circle of spectators, Nadia finally saw the object of the scrutiny. It was a girl, alone and not looking so well. It took Nadia a second to recognize her: this was Juana Diaz.
Juana showed no awareness of being the center of attention. She leaned against the wall, pressing herself into it as though trying to become a part of plaster. She was shaking all over. Her eyes were wild and unseeing; her hair disheveled. Her lips were moving but no sound escaped.
Captain De La Peña pushed through the crowd with Ines Santana and Bianca Vea on his heels. "Prisoner Diaz," he asked in a level tone. "What is the meaning of this?" Hearing his voice Juana broke down. She emitted a kind of muffled wail and slowly slid to the floor. Hiding her face in her hands, she started to weep.
"Women," said one of the officers. "They always cry for no reason." The men laughed. Commandant De La Peña didn’t even smile. He took a step toward the sobbing girl and lifted her by the elbow. "Was it you who screamed just now?" he asked her. She gave a slight nod. "Report," said the Commandant.
Juana tried to speak. "I…We…It’s" She gave a loud sob, then took control of herself. Haltingly, she continued. "Captain Martinez," she said. Martinez must have been the name of the scary Internal Security Captain who chose Juana Diaz and Sara Gomez as his fuck toys. "He tied Sara up and told her to wait. Then he told me to suck him off. I started sucking. He put a rope around my neck. For teasing, he said. Be a good girl, he said. I sucked for a long time. Then I got tired. He said I was a bad girl. Very bad. And then he squeezed the rope."
Without thinking Juana touched her throat. Her hand parted the curtain of her hair, and Nadia saw an angry red welt going all the way around her neck. "I didn’t expect he would do that." the girl said. "I couldn’t breathe. He squeezed more. It hurt. I was seeing stars and colors. Then…" She blinked in confusion. "I don’t know what happened then. Next thing I remember I was running from the room…I don’t remember screaming." Suddenly Juana’s eyes went wide. "Sara! He’s got Sara!"
De La Peña scratched the side of his nose. "Yes, I suppose so."
"Should we go and see?" asked the Colonel.
De La Peña shrugged. "May as well." Without hurry he walked toward Captain Martinez’s room at the opposite end of the corridor. After a pause everyone followed. Nadia happened to be the closest, so when the Commandant opened the door she could see everything inside.
Sara Gomez lay spread-eagled on the floor, face down. Her hands and feet, tied to various pieces of furniture, were flung far apart. Her hair was a tangled mess, which covered her head and shoulders like a haystack. Captain Adrian Martinez was on top of Sara, fucking her hard. He paid no attention to the newcomers.
There was something odd about the way the Captain fucked the girl. Something unusual but at the same time so right, so…natural. After a moment Nadia realized what it was. The man was fucking Sara’s pussy! Nadia’s own vagina tingled; she felt warmth between her legs. She so wanted to have a cock down there, too! Hypnotized by these unexpected desires, Nadia watched Captain Martinez’s glistening rod move in and out between Sara’s lips.
The girl bounced with each thrust but made no other moves and emitted no sound. The Captain slowed down gradually, stopped, then raised a hand. A woman behind Nadia gasped. The man was holding a piece of rope, a simple white nylon cord. The other end of that cord was looped around Sara’s neck. As he tugged on the rope, Sara’s head was forced off the floor. It was as though he held her on a leash. He lifted his arm even higher, making Sara throw her head back at a painfully uncomfortable angle.
The same woman gasped again. Sara’s face was still covered by thick hair; but everyone got a glimpse of her throat and the rope wrapped around it. The rope was coiled so tight that the girl’s neck was deeply pinched. There was no way she could breathe. If anyone had any doubts that Sara was dead, this put them to rest.
Holding his arm high, the man resumed the pumping motions. He didn’t seem to mind the onlookers as he fucked the body of a girl he strangled. After a short time he pushed himself deep inside her and with a final grunt finished his business. He remained still for a few seconds, then rolled off and got to his feet.
Sara remained still forever.
Turning at last toward the witnesses, Captain Martinez gave them one of his disturbing smiles. "I hope you liked the show."
"Did you have to go ahead and kill her?" interjected the Colonel, "We don’t have enough of them as it is!"
Captain Martinez paid no attention to the man who was formally in charge. Instead he chose to acknowledge the prison Commandant. "Andres."
Captain De La Peña inclined his head. "Adrian."
The two Internal Security Captains regarded each other silently. Some sort of non-verbal communication passed between them. "So when are they coming?" asked De La Peña. "One in the afternoon tomorrow," replied Martinez.
After this enigmatic exchange, Captain Martinez turned back to Sara’s body. He took a small knife from his pocket and cut the bonds that held her legs. He dragged the legs far in the opposite directions until the dead girl appeared to be doing a side split. The man pointed at her gaping vaginal entrance. "The muscles don’t work anymore so the cunt will stay open no matter what. Now watch this."
He placed a foot on top of the Sara’s ass and pushed. A stream of sticky white liquid poured out of her vagina and collected in a puddle below. "Very good! But there should be more in there." He stepped harder. Sara’s buttocks were flattened under the boot. A living person would howl in pain but Sara showed no reaction. The Captain was right: more semen oozed from the girl’s hole. This wasn’t enough for him. He increased pressure to the limit by transferring all his weight to the foot and managed to squeeze out several more drops. The last few of these drops were tinted with blood.
"This is my favorite part," the Captain explained to the spectators. "I enjoy squeezing my cum out even more than I enjoy pumping it in…" Just then he noticed Juana Diaz, who was hiding in the crowd trying to make herself invisible. "Hey, that’s the one who’s got away! Give her to me."
"Adrian, no." said Captain De La Peña, "You had your fun."
Captain Martinez clicked his tongue. "No, no, I don’t need her for fun but only to administer a proper punishment. She scratched me." He pointed at a faint red line traced on his chest. "This is assault on an officer of the law."
"I’ll make a note of an assault. If this prisoner deserves punishment we will administer it here. You can’t have her. Sorry, but one is enough for you today."
Captain Martinez scowled, then shrugged. "Fine. You owe me. Besides, I still have the other one." He gave Sara a light kick on the ear; her head rolled to the side, revealing the face. Before she looked away, Nadia had a glimpse of wide-open eyes, blue lips, and an enormous burgundy-red tongue. "Come on, my dear dead doll!" called Captain Martinez, "Let’s try your other holes…"
Captain De La Peña closed the door.
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