Section 2 - The South American Connection
Chapter 1 - A Scoop For Nikki
Pretty Nikki Bauer trembled with excitement. Back home she was only a cub
reporter writing tactful obituaries about local dignitaries who had, for
example, accidentally strangled themselves during autoerotic nooseplay.
Tactfully avoiding any mention of how the Mayor's dad had been found dead,
purple faced in a closet with his dripping dick clutched tightly in his
stone-cold hand wasn't real reporting in Nikki's opinion. The Mayor owned the
paper, so any accurate reporting of the local news was out of the question. On
the other hand, her vacation in South America had possibly just given her the
scoop of the year, much bigger than her small-town newpaper. This was the big
time, national exposure.
Lovely Nikki had just witnessed a political assassination. She had taken
picture after picture from the balcony og her hotel while the bodyguards of the
leader of the opposition party fought a losing gunbattle with government troops.
Nikki happily snapped pictures of the poor man being jerked out of his
limousine, lined up against the wall and having his brains blown out next to his
dead bodyguards. She was in seventh heaven. Then one of the soldiers glanced up
at her balcony.
Hurriedly, Nikki ducked down. Quickly, she removed the film from the camera.
Feeling like a superspy, she ran out into the hall. She rushed down two flights
of stairs and hid the film behind a fire extinguisher. She figured that if she
was caught with the film in the next little while, she could kiss her pretty ass
good-by. She would come back for the film later, once everything had cooled
down. Hot footage like that would be good anytime in the next few months.
She ran back to her hotel room to grab a few things before she crept out.
She threw them into a bag and stepped once more into the hallway. The bell for
the elevator rang. Certain that the soldier who spotted her had raised the
alarm, she dived into the stairwell ... and ran right into the arms of some
soldiers charging up the self-same stairwell.
"The lovely senora is going somewhere?"
A heavily mustacioed captain pushed her, none too gently, back into the
hallway. Nikki thought fast.
"I was scared by all the noise!"
Soldiers spilled out of the elevator. The soldier who had seen her pointed
to her and spoke to the captain in rapid-fire spanish.
"He says that you took some pictures of our little military action."
Nikki went straight into denial.
"I wasn't out on the balcony. It didn't sound like a very safe place to be!"
She looked at the captain in wide-eyed innocence.
"Besides, I couldn't take any pictures! My camera has no film! I ran out
yesterday."
She continued ingenuously.
"What happened out there? It sounded like shooting!"
The captain was sceptical.
"I will have to take you to our headquarters for further questioning."
Nikki noted with satisfaction that the soldiers were ripping her hotel room
apart after discovering that, as she had said, her camera was empty. She just
had to tough it out and she'd be home free!
Her hands were handcuffed behind her and Nikki was hustled off, protesting
her innocence loudly all the way. She was confident that she could bluff her way
out.
Chapter 2 - Question Time
At headquarters, Nikki was pushed into the interrogation room. She was
seated in a hard wooden chair. Everyone, except her, put on sunglasses. They
snapped on the brilliant spotlights, shining them straight into her pretty eyes.
Nikki flinched in the harsh glare as the captain started in.
"We have learned that you work as a reporter for a newspaper, Miss Bauer!"
Nikki spoke up, knowing that a good plausible bluff was her only way out.
She looked suitably scared and put on her patented, beautifully polished, little
miss innocent act.
"I only write the obituaries! Check it out a bit more and you'll find it's
true! I'm hardly a hotshot reporter. I'm here on vacation. Do you think that
they send the rookie who writes the obits to cover the South American scene?
Hardly!"
The captain continued. He loved cat and mouse as long as he could be the
cat.
"You neighbors at the hotel report hearing the door to your hotel room open
and close twice. Where did you go, Miss Bauer?"
Nikki began to sweat in the harsh glare. She was momentarily disconcerted, a
fact that was not lost on the captain.
"Uh, it's a bit embarassing to admit but, uh, when the shooting broke outI,
uh, hid in the closet! It was me going into and, later, coming out of the closet
that those helpful neighbors heard!"
Nikki tried hard not to look pleased with herself. The captain pounced.
"Your closet has a sliding door, Miss Bauer! It doesn't make the same sound
at all! Your oh-so-helpful neighbors, good citizens all, are certain that it was
your front door. I do not appreciate being lied to! I repeat, where did you go?"
The perspiring beauty stuck to stout denial. This wasn't quite going like
the movies, where the bad guys in banana republics were always inept, bumbling
fools.
"I hid in the closet! I didn't go anywhere! Maybe it was some other room's
door opening and closing and they confused it with mine! They MUST have been
fairly distracted with all the shooting! I know that I was!"
The captain, a faceless voice behind the blinding lights, spoke sternly. He
turned more spotlights onto the flushed, blinking beauty. The bright lights
rendered her clothing transparent, giving the boys an excellent view of her bra
and panties.
"It's obvious that you are very confused, Miss Bauer! Your neighbors on both
sides and across the hall all swore, in separate statements, that they heard
your door open and close, then the sound of footsteps running to the stairwell
and the sound of the stairwell door being used. They were all terrified and
listening very carefully indeed. A few minutes later, they heard the same sounds
in reverse. How do you account for this, Miss Bauer?"
Large sweatstains appeared under Nikki's armpits and on her back. She licked
her lips very nervously indeed. She hadn't bargained on the bad guys being so
thorough and fast in coming up with information.
"I, uh, ran to the stairwell, but there was no place to hide, so I ran
back!"
The captain grinned behind the spotlights.
"Why did you lie before?"
Nikki felt fear squeeze her heart in it's icy grip.
"I-I-I thought it would be worse if I told you that I left my room."
The captain spoke softly to the trembling beauty.
"Why? Because you hid the film somewhere or gave it to a confederate
somewhere else in the hotel?"
"I don't know about any film!"
Suddenly, the spotlights went dark. Nikki blinked, unable to see anything
but spots in front of her eyes. Three female officers stepped uo to her. The
captain explained.
"We are going to leave the room while the female officers search you for the
film. When the search is over, we will return."
Nikki's handcuffs were removed while the men left the room. The three female
officers surrounded her, heavy truncheons in their none-too-ladylike fists. The
short, heavyset matron looked at her with beady black eyes set in a pitted,
acne-scarred face.
"The captain has been too gentle with you, bitch. Take off your clothes,
senorita. If you are not naked in 30 seconds, we will beat on your face until
you have no teeth left."
The matron looked at her watch and began counting out loud.
"One. Two. Three..."
Hurriedly, Nikki pulled her t-shirt off over her head. She unhooked her bra
and shrugged it off. Her big tits jiggled and quivered as she tugged off her
expensive leather boots.
"Thirteen. Fourteen..."
Frantically, Nikki unbuckled her belt, undid the button and unzipped her
blue jeans.
"Twenty. Twenty-one..."
She hooked her thumbs inside the elastic waistband of her panties and jerked
them and her jeans down to her ankles.
"Twenty-four. Twenty-five..."
Nikki sat down quickly. Desperately, she tugged at her jeans, pulling them
and her panties off.
"Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine..."
Nikki peeled off her socks just as the count hit thirty. She sat, termbling
and naked, surrounded by her discarded clothing. The matron made her sit with
her knees pulled up to her chest. Nikki's wrists were tied together in front of
her knees with a wet leather thong that would tighten brutally as it dried. A
metal bar was passed under her knees and over her arms.
The men came back in, grinning hugely. The captain smiled as everyone drank
in Nikki's glorious nakedness. He thanked the acne-scarred matron and her
heavyset helpers.
"Muchos gracias, senoritas!"
Two soldiers grabbed the ends of the bar amd hoisted Nikki into the air. The
ends of the bar were slipped into two deep slots atop two thick poles set in the
concrete floor. Nikki dangled by her knees from the bar, upside down, stark
naked and totally helpless. This position, a favourite in South American torture
chambers, is known as 'the parrot's perch'. It positions the helpless victim
perfectly for a wide variety of techniques designed to encourage the 'parrot' to
speak.
The soldiers admired her long stem nipples and superb melons, glorious ass,
wrinkled rectum and thick lipped cunt. Her shapely legs and pretty face did not
go entirely un-noticed. Nikki, a delectable morsel, flushed prettily and
squirmed uncomfortably.
"Please! Don't hurt me!"
The captain delicately teased one of her long-stemmed nipples between his
fingers. He gently stroked her cuntlips and rubbed her rectum. He ran a
fingernail over the sensitive soles of her feet. He grinned happily and spoke
softly to her, a lover addressing his fuck-toy.
"Perhaps the lovely senorita would like to tell us all about it. It would be
a shame to damage such beauty."
Nikki caved in.
"I hid the film behind a fire extinguisher two floors down from my hotel
room."
The captain held the film up before her astonished eyes.
"We know about the film, senorita. The question is whether you are working
for the C.I.A. or the rebels or both."
Nikki felt like her heart had been ripped out and stomped on as she realized
that she was in way over her head. The soldiers watched eagerly as her sweating,
naked body squirmed and wriggled delectably on the bar on the bar, as frantic
and desperate as a worm that feels the first prick of the fishhook.
They watched the conflicting emotions ripple across her pretty face as she
tried to come up with something to say that would magically extricate her from
her desperate predicament. The captain was sympathetic.
"Having trouble thinking up a convincing lie, senorita?"
"NO!!"
The captain groped and fondled her intimately. The grinning soldiers watched
as she vainly tried to flinch away from his large squeezing hands and strong,
probing fingers. She gasped out the truth, hot and flushed.
"P-Please! I'm just a rookie reporter! I write obituaries. I'm on vacation.
I'm not with the C.I.A. or the rebels. I was just really stupid and took some
dumb pictures. You keep them and I've got nothing. Deport me and I'll cause you
no trouble. I'll have no evidence anyway. Nobody would believe me if I did say
anything. I'll never come back or bother you again. I promise. Please believe
me."
It's seldom that the truth will set you free. The truth alone is seldom good
enough. It must always be accompanied by low cunning and an appeal to everyone's
self-interest before it commands more than a passing glance.
The watching soldiers smirked as the captain parted Nikki's thick cuntlips
and delicately gripped her little red nubbin of a clit between his dirty
fingernails. Poor naked Nikki whimpered and shuddered uncontrollably.
"Senorita, you lied to us before. Repeatedly. You are probably lying now,
playing Little Miss Innocent. We would be neglecting our duty if we didn't
squeeze you dry of information in C.I.A. and rebel activities. Matron, prepare
her!"
The acne-scarred matron stepped forward with her two cruel-eyed, amazonian
helpers. Nikki knew that these women were far more pitiless than the men.
One of the helpers put on plastic gloves as if she were about to handle
garbage. She reached between Nikki's legs and spread her cuntlips painfully
wide, exposing lots of pink.
The matron pulled a thick stainless steel rod out of a bucket of ice water,
attached a wire from the electroshock apparatus to one end and slowly,
painfully, inch-by-inch began insinuating it into Nikki's trembling vagina.
The acne-scarred matron worked it in, brutally twisting and turning the
ice-cold rod while a white faced Nikki shreiked, blubbered and begged. When it
had been inserted as far as possible, the matron pumped it in and out briskly,
to give the pretty American beauty that well-reamed out feeling.
The cruel-eyed helpers parted Nikki's buttocks to expose her wrinkled brown
rectum. The matron withdrew a nicely chilled, stainless steel rod, slimmer than
the first one, from the bucket of ice water. Nikki shuddered as the matron
rested one icy end of the rod against her anus while she attached a wire to the
other end. She shreiked hysterically as the matron rammed it in.
Nikki whimpered in terror as her slim gold earrings were removed from her
pierced ears and two copper wires were threaded through in their place. The
matron twisted and pinched each of Nikki's cherry red, long stem nipples
cruelly. Once they were nicely bruised and swollen, she clamped heavy duty,
alligator-clip electrodes to each one, squeezing hard to make sure that the tiny
teeth bit in deep. A copper wire was attached to the big toe of each of Nikki's
slim shapely feet.
The captain adjusted the dials of the Zap-Tek Super Shocker 6000,
controlling the voltage, amperage, duration and wave pattern of the shocks. He
had heard that Zap-Tek now marketted a Super Shocker 60,000. He looked forward
to seeing a demo in Hamburg soon.
Nikki, naked and glistening with sweat, begged and pleaded. The captain
grinned and gave Nikki a series of short, sharp excruciating jolts, ripping
scream after scream from Nikki's bare, bucking body.
The electro-shock interrogation continued for hours. Nikki's bloodshot eyes
bulged. Her entire body flushed brick red. She shreiked dementedly.
At last, it stopped.
Nikki looked like a madwoman, hair on end, staring insanely, shaking
violently, uncontollably. Foam flecked her luscious lips. Her muscles twitched
and shuddered in painful spasms.
The acne-scarred matron, deeply satisfied with the experience of sweating a
pretty American, extracted the electrodes with some difficulty from Nikki's
tightly clamped orifices. The wires were removed from her pierced ears. Her
nipples were unclamped from the alligator clips. Her blood-starved hands had
turned dark blue. She sobbed in relief as the leather thong holding them was cut
and then screamed in anguish as feeling returned with a vengeance.
Nikki's trembling naked body was strapped onto a gurney. She was wheeled to
the infirmary where a helpful Doctor injected her with a muscle relaxant and a
sedative, not from any humanitarian considerations, but merely to keep her alive
for further abuse.
Chapter 3 - Team Creamed
Nikki awoke from her sedated, dreamless sleep still strapped to the gurney,
stark naked. She felt like she had been beaten from head to toe. Every muscle in
her young body screamed in agony. The acne scarred matron looked down at her and
smiled gently. She loved sweating the lovely ones.
"Sleeping Beauty awakes! There are some gentleman who said they wanted to
see you as soon as you woke up. Perhaps your prince has come!"
Nikki somehow doubted this as she was wheeled over to the barracks. It
looked, actually, like a lot of princes were going to cum as the soldiers
unstrapped her nubile young body from the gurney. An invasive army of hands
delved in the moistness between her legs, squeezing her tits and fondling her
bum as she was carried, screaming and squirming, to the bed. She was pinned on
her back, spread-eagled and fully exposed.
Knowing, invasive fingers worked cooking oil into her cunt to make her wet
and much more rape-able. A smirking line-up of soldiers waited by the bed for
their crack at the American nookie. Lovely Nikki whimpered in horror as the
first soldier dropped his drawers. She emitted a sharp shreik when he dived
between her legs, burrowing like a rabid weasel as he rammed eight inches of
stiff gristle into her well-oiled cunt and bunny-fucked her, humping fast and
hard.
The gang bang continued, brutally fast and furious. As soon as one finished
reaming her, the next dived on top to replace him.
Well-oiled or not, Nikki's fuck hole soon burned from all the friction. When
it got too bad, a filthy towel was scrubbed between her legs to clean up some of
the sticky mess as she was pumped full of scum by one soldier after another.
Nobody likes fucking a zoned out zombie. A few simple techniques sufficed to
keep lovely Nikki lively during the entire gang bang. Periodically, a fist would
be hammered into her diaphragm. For the next few rapes, she would be gasping for
air, her lovely torso heaving delightfully, bare breasts scrubbing exciteingly
against her rapists chests. Her nipples were jerked and twisted. Her breasts
were bruised and swollen where strong, brutal fingers had dug in, squeezing and
crushing.
Lovely Nikki was slapped hard in the face and flipped onto her belly. Her
bouncing bare bum was pinched , slapped and spanked. Intrusive, well-greased
fingers were pumped in and out of her rectum. Too weak to put up any effective
resistance, Nikki opened her ass-hole wide for the greek culture enthusiasts.
Chapter 4 - Nikki Gets Some Quiet Time
The Warden of the Felice Navidad Women's Prison, despite a lot of
evidence to the contrary, liked thinking of himself as a warm-hearted
humanitarian, firm but fair.
"Let's see how our newest prisoner is handling her time-out before being
accepted into the prison population. It's important for them to have some quiet
time to calm down and contemplate after the excitement of their capture."
The acne scarred matron nodded agreeably as she opened the door to Nikki's
closet size cell. Stark naked, suspended by her long flowing hair, slim wrists
taped together behind her, dainty ankles taped togetehr, Nikki's beautifully
pedicured toenails just scraped the floor. A broad black elastic band around her
head served as a very effective blindfold. Her lips were wrapped around a ball
gag.
The small cell smelt strongly of chicken noodle soup, which was simmering on
a hot plate in the corner. Nikki hadn't eaten in a day and a half, but the acne
scarred matron graciously allowed her to smell the soup. A water tap dribbled
noisily into an overflowing can set in a small sink. Nikki had drunk nothing in
a day and a half, but she was graciously allowed to hear the sound of running
water. All she had been allowed to do was hang by her hair in the cell,
blindfolded and gagged, stark naked in the cool cell, shivering and listening to
the water and smelling the delicious soup.
Goose bumps covered her shivering skin. The luscious lips wrapped around the
ball gag were blue.
Nikki had tried to hold it in but, at last, had been force to piss herself,
the dark yellow urin running down her shapely legs and forming a puddle at her
feet. Two turds lying on the floor behind her proved that her attempt at bowel
control was no more successful than her attempt at bladder control.
Nikki whimpered and quivered continuously, a whipped dog. The Warden turned
to the matron as he squeezed Nikki's firm buttocks.
"Physically, she's a fine specimen! Nice big tits, shapely legs, tight ass,
pretty face. As we can see, the elctroshock hasn't affected her ability to empty
her bowels or bladder, although it may be a bit painful for her. Her nipples are
OK too - nice and erect with the cold. Are you ready to take her down and
indoctrinate her in the firm, but fair ways of our little community of sinners?"
The acne scarred matron grinned evilly and nodded.
Chapter 5 - Matron Helps Nikki to Understand
Strapped spread-eagled on her belly to the spanking table, Nikki's bare
buttocks were raised and positioned nicely for the kiss of the strap. She was
still blindfolded so that she would never know when the strap was about to give
her naked, exposed ass a lick. The matron grabbed Nikki's hair and jerked her
head upright.
"I suppose if we let you go, you will write up your experiences for your
newspaper!"
Nikki protested earnestly.
"No! No! I won't say anything!"
Nikki jerked and grunted as the strap sliced into her bare bum.
"Bobody believes that lie, newswoman."
"Please! I'll do anything you want!"
Nikki jerked and grunted as the strap licked at her naked thighs.
Nikki kept trying.
"W-W-What do you want from me? I've told you everything! You've got the
film, my evidence! What do you want?"
The matron's response was chilling.
"I want to hear you scream, newswoman."
Nikki swallowed hard.
"OK! You want to hear me scream? I'll scream!"
Nikki screamed loud.
"Not good enough!"
The strap shellacked the cringing soles of her bare feet. Nikki screamed
higher, longer and louder. She screamed with every fibre of her being.
"Much better, bitch!"
A shotglass of nice cool water was poured from a pitcher and held to Nikki's
parched lips. Nikki gulped it down eagerly. The matron licked Nikki's ear and
whispered into it.
"I washed my tampon out in that water."
Nikki felt sick, but her water-deprived body encouraged her to keep the
filthy water down. She didn't altogether believe her charming hostess either.
"You want another drink of tampon water?"
Nikki was parched. She was beaten, raped out and totally exhausted. The
shotglass of water had merely whetted her deep and obsessive thirst, firing it
to new levels. She spoke with pathetically polite eagerness.
"Yes, please, ma'am!"
"You don't mind if I spit in it first?"
Nikki was as completely broken as a bitch could be.
"I would be honoured if you spat in my drink first, ma'am!"
Nikki heard the sound of a nice phlegmy gob spat into water. She eagerly
gulped down the shotglass of sticky wetness.
Nikki felt strong fingers delving between her legs, opening her bruised and
swollen cuntlips wide to expose the depths of her pink passage.
"I find that a well-greased broomstick handle helps to loosen up the
haughtiest, snottiest bitch. It rams home the realization that she's just a
piece of dog vomit."
Nikki gasped as the broomstick handle penetrated her quivering quim as
deeply as possible. Nikki cursed, swore and struggled futilely as she
experienced rape at the hands of a knowledgeable woman. The acne scarred matron
kept pumping it in and out, twisting it around inside her until Nikki began
sobbing brokenly. She jerked it from Nikki's fuckhole, which was burning
fiercely between her legs once more.
The matron spoke softly, evilly to the blubbering bare-assed beauty.
"Now for lesson number two!"
Cool strong hands were laid on Nikki bare buttocks, parting her cheeks and
exposing her wrinkled rectum. The matron rested the end of the greased
broomstick handle against her shit chute. Nikki screamed and begged for mercy.
The pressure on the brromstick was increased gradually until it slid
smoothly inside her. Nikki bawled hard as she was ass-raped enthusiastically by
the brutal matron.
Chapter 6 - Warden's Pet
Dressed in gleaming black high heels, black stockings, black elbow length
gloves with the fingers removed and nothing else, Nikki stood in one of a row of
steel cages mounted on the wall of the Warden's office. She masturbated and
fingered herself continuously, groaning in ecstacy as she had been trained to
do. She slipped her fingers in and out of her wet, young cunt and her asshole
shamelessly, licking her lips and smiling prettily, eyes glazed in pleasure.
The Warden, the matron and the captain of the guard watched her sweating,
writhing nakedness idly as they discussed prison business. The other cages were
filled with groaning, masturbating muffins as well. The Warden called this his
"bird collection". The cream of the quims in the prison population had been
skimmed off and 'persuaded' to perform shamelessly for him and his friends.
Their families had been informed of their premature 'deaths' due to a variety of
'accidents'. They were completely disposable.
Their every waking moment was taken up with some sexually oriented training
or performance. Their minds were kept firmly focussed on what was between their
shapely legs. They wrote diaries of their erotic experiences, analysed their
performances with a view to improving them, made obscene little videos. They
practised in front of mirrors and with dildoes.
"Feeding time!"
The lewdly performing songbirds were released from their cages. The bitches
dropped to their knees in front of the row of doggy bowls They parted their
thighs and, with eager fingers, masturbated naked on their knees, fingering
their nipples lewdly while they licked their yummy gruel from the bowls. The
Captain grinned.
"The Pussy Maru has just come through the Panama canal. We should be able to
ship these songbirds to Hamburg in time for the Frauleinschlachtfest!"
The matron grinned evilly as they watched the lewdly squirming row of
slurping sluts and smelt the sweat and cuntjuice.
"We work hard! We deserve a little vacation in Hamburg! So much to see! So
much to learn!"
