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Part 3—The Interview
‘Molly, let me do the talking with the General', Mr. Harris said. ‘Men in South America respond better to other men and I have been here a number of times for business and pleasure. We will see what is going on and what we can do for sara .'
‘Of course Mr. Harris, you have been so kind and considerate to me and sara and I cannot believe she did this to you after all the effort you have put forth for us. So often nowadays I cannot get her to do the correct thing' lamented Molly.
Rebecca had repinned her hair into her typical tight bun in the back of her head after the search of sara and had reapplied her precise makeup such that neither Molly nor Mr. Harris could tell the intensity of the recent search. ‘Come right in, the General will see you now', smiled Rebecca.
The General's office was on the 3 rd floor, shaped in a triangle in the corner of the airport building with the door in the wall opposite the General's desk and the other 2 walls being sheer plates of glass. It made for a wonderful view of the landing strips and the air traffic. The glass must have been thick because the sound in the office was minimal even with a slate floor. Faint strains of a Mozart waltz wafted through the air as well. It gave the office a busy, yet serene feel which Molly thought could be quite pleasant.
The General came around his desk and warmly greeted Mr. Harris and then Molly. He pulled a chair out for Molly facing the desk on the right side and Mr. Harris went to the one on the left. Molly, however, was amazed that neither Mr. Harris nor the General commented or spoke about the disheveled, naked girl standing to the left of Mr. Harris' chair with the 4-inch red-heeled mules and the red round object wedged into her mouth. It was obvious it was sara , but neither spoke about her. In fact neither acted as if she was even there. she could have been a sculpture or a piece of furniture for the limited amount of attention that they gave the naked girl.
From Molly's seat, she directly looked at sara and although Molly had entered the office with only the desire to rescue sara , now she looked at the naked girl before her with equal parts: awe at the eroticism of the restrained and gagged girl in the intense sunlight in front of the plate glass windows, pity for the state the girl was in, and disgust that this whore was her daughter.
‘I understand Mr. Harris you and your group are here in our country to shoot palomas ,' the General began.
‘Yes, General, I have arranged many trips here to shoot them and rid the farmers of the doves they view as pests,' Mr. Harris replied.
And have you found your prior trips to be pleasurable and entertaining?
Why, yes, General, and I think this trip is shaping up to be the best yet.
Best yet, thought sara … best yet, thought Molly…what was he thinking…this was the worst yet, they felt.
You see General, the reports I have received from the ranchers indicate the hatch to have been excellent and the shooting so far to be superb. It is interesting that in my country, doves are viewed as prized game birds and in your country they are viewed as scavengers and pests.
Yes, Mr. Harris our cultures are similar in many ways, but in some ways there are marked differences.
‘And often,' Mr. Harris volunteered, ‘When there is a difference, I wish my country followed your path more often. We have become a soft and overly tolerant culture and do not know how to deal with destructive and dangerous behavior.'
Molly watched as the men freely talked and she occasionally stole a glance at sara who stood there, naked, hair draped in her face, with the red gag in her mouth. It further shocked Molly to see that the handsome Lieutenant who was in–charge of the custom stations was holding a leather tether that was attached to a collar around sara's neck and that sara's hands were handcuffed behind her back. But when had sara gotten such huge titties Molly wondered. Titties that size just screamed …slut! And then Molly became aware that not only was sara naked, gagged and handcuffed, but she also had no hair below her head. She had shaved everywhere, including her pussy. Maybe, Molly thought, there was a lot about sara that she didn't know about.
What were these men talking about? sara thought. Why isn't Mr. Harris explaining what happened and that it was a mistake and that if they paid a fine it would all be cleared up? Why was she still naked, and still handcuffed and now had a gag in her mouth and a collar around her neck and a leash on, like a dog or something? Why didn't the men or her Mommy look over at her? Why was the beautiful lady, whose hand she had made her cum, sitting there taking notes? Why...why …why…? Sara was just so humiliated that Mr. Harris and her Mommy had seen her like this.
Molly wanted to speak, but had told Mr. Harris he could do the talking. Molly then studied the General's assistant seated to her right facing everyone and taking notes. The lady was beautiful to the point of being striking and was turned out in an elegant manner: a statement of class. Whereas sara , her daughter, well her adopted daughter, was a statement of…what…trash…a whore…she was not sure, but Molly knew she did not like it and was beginning to not like sara .
The General continued, ‘One of the differences in our cultures was experienced this morning in our customs area. It appears that a girl traveling with your party tried to smuggle drugs into our country. As you know this is a very serious offense.'
‘Yes, I am aware and apologize for her behavior. I am not her father, but Molly here is her mother and her father was my former business partner. He died recently and sara and Molly came along on this trip. I have tried to assist them in many of the details surrounding his death, but cannot seem to overcome some of their deeply entrenched permissive ways, especially towards the girl.'
What was he saying…thought sara …how could he make this judgment.. what did he know about anything…he had been helpful , but….
Mr. Harris continued, ‘Her father used to tell me that he highly suspected sara of very early promiscuous activity. You see, she is adopted, and her real mother was a whore in Texas. Apparently the apple does not fall far from the tree, eh, General.
‘I have seen it quite often,' the General chuckled. ‘For her, there will be a trial, or perhaps a guilty plea can be arranged with a steep fine to avoid prison time. You see the prisons in our country are not like yours, we do not coddle them the prisoners…although this girl needs to learn a lesson, our prisons are no place for a 15-year-old girl, even a slut like this one,' the General stated.
With this sara became more optimistic… Mr. Harris was going to get her out of this…get her cute sexy clothes back…get this ball out of her mouth…. get this collar off her neck… and this dog thing off her…
‘You see, Mr. Harris although the smuggling of drugs is a serious offense, the amount in question is small enough that something might be arranged. There could be a moderate bond set and then she could be released into your custody for the duration of the trip.'
Sara was almost free…this was great…soon she would have her luggage back, would get dressed and they would be on there way to the ranch and although this had been humiliating, she would get over it and somehow she liked Mr. Harris' seeing her naked…he seemed to be liking Mommy in a romantic way, but sara liked Mr. Harris and when sara liked someone she would do anything to get him, no matter which other girl liked him…but sara thought…maybe she was really becoming a slut…she wondered if Mr.. Harris was telling the truth about her real mother…
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, ‘Enter' said the General. ‘Sir' said the soldier, ‘the search of her luggage did not uncover any more drugs.' ‘Alright' thought sara this should be over quickly. ‘But General in the gun case there were 4 boxes of these' said the soldier as he thunked 4 boxes of shotgun shells on the General's desk.'
What did this mean?…thought sara … these were just a few cheap shotgun shells from a dove hunt she went on in South Texas with her Daddy last year…what's the big deal. Then she realized that the General was looking at her and smiling and her Mommy was looking at her with her hand over her mouth shocked and Mr. Harris' eyes were twinkling with the biggest grin she had ever seen on his face.
‘I am afraid, Senor Harris, that it is illegal to bring in ammunition into our country. It is one of our leading industries and is one we are very protective of. Therefore, for each shell there is a 10-day prison term and since there are 4 boxes of 25 each that makes 1,000 days or about 3 years…so as you can see it is a different story now.'
Sara twisted at the leash. The Lieutenant held it taut. All eyes were on her.
‘Sara…how could you…first the drugs and now this…I gave you the list of things to bring and not to bring that Mr. Harris gave me. Did you not read it? I am so fed up with you, whatever happens to you, you deserve,' Mommy shouted..
The General interrupted, ‘I can understand how you would be upset… ahhmm …Rebecca, please bring us some coffee. There are a few concluding details Mr. Harris and I must work out.'
Rebecca brought in coffee for the General, Mr. Harris and Molly. Rebecca poured and the General came around the desk to join the other two. Mr. Harris, I believe we can still release the slut to your custody, but there in all likelihood will be a trial. Also there are a few additional conditions. Molly did not speak and sara could not believe this was happening. She had almost been free and now this.
First, we must keep the girl's luggage and all possessions she brought into the country as evidence. Second you must check in with each field office along the way to and and from the ranch. Third, a new collar will be placed on her neck. Fourth until she arrives at the ranch she will have to remain handcuffed except when she is only the truck when she will be locked in a dog kennel. And finally upon your return, you will report back to me. Mr. Harris, do you agree to all this/
I do not find anything-objectionable…do you Molly?
‘No' said Molly. Well, I sure as hell do thought sara …what about me… don't I get to say if I agree. I do not want to be handcuffed and in a kennel..But she was gagged and standing to the side naked in her mules, handcuffs and collar/leash.
‘Well then it is all settled', said the General. ‘Isn't the coffee excellent? We grow it here…handpicked by prisoners. Now in these types of negotiations, before a prisoner is turned over, an officer can exercise a perk of the office; one perk which I like, especially with young American girls. Would it bother anyone if the slut showed off her talents by giving me a blowjob?
‘General', said Mr. Harris,' I think you have been more than fair. If after such an ordeal you would like to sample her talents, I think it is only befitting. And you Molly what do you say?'
Getting up, Molly said, ‘I said earlier she deserves what she gets, so if that is what you want General, I am OK with it. I will just excuse myself.'
‘No…no….I would think nothing of spoiling your coffee, please stay and we can all observe her talents.'
‘But Mr. Harris…General…I would really rather…'
‘Perhaps, Madam, you would like to hear more about the prison your lil slut will get to stay in,' the General said as Molly took her seat.
Rebecca, release her gag and direct her into position. Rebecca took the tether and pulled sara over in front of the General. ‘Do not move until told to and eyes on the General,' said Rebecca. She went over to a cabinet on the wall, opened it and removed a long, thin riding crop.
sara was in the middle of the coffee gathering now. she was in front of the general and Mr. Harris and Mommy were on either side. sara knew what was about to happen and that Mommy and Mr. Harries would see her. she was humiliated. How could it have gotten this far. she had almost been freee . And on top of this Mommy said she deserved it and Mr. Harris almost offered her to the General. This was so gross…at least her friends at school would never know or would never see this….naked in red heels…. titties sticking out…a shaved pussy…a red ball gag in her mouth and her hand cuffed behind her…
Molly looked at sara …she certainly looked like a whore…far advanced beyond her 15 years…her titties were huge….all the girls Molly knew with titties that size were true sluts…..and a shaved pussy…why would a 15 year old girl do that…completely shaved…wow…and the high heels..Molly tried to remember when sara began wearing them…she was once again drawn back to those huge titties …and not only huge titties but huge erect nipples like what was happening here turned sara on…and Molly knew all about sara's real mother…a whore…Mr. Harris was correct about that… the girl had sara when she was 16, sara's age now…she had been a part-time receptionist at the company and Mr. Harris had arranged the adoption for Molly since Molly could not have a child. Molly had seen the girl at the company a number of times when she went to visit her husband. The girl was short, like sara , with huge titties also… she wore very short skirts, and low cut tops and high heels shoes. In fact come to think about it, she looked and acted a lot like sara . After she had sara and Molly adopted sara , the girl sort of disappeared. People rarely spoke about her after that.
Whooossh …the crop cut through the air and struck sara on her right side of her bottom…'On your knees, whore' barked Rebecca. ‘Eyes on the General…. on his crotch…'… sara followed orders and immediately sank to her knees…Rebecca unzipped the General and pulled out what was the largest cock sara had ever seen….then Rebecca took the gag off of sara and …whoosh…now suck whore….'Won't you take the cuffs off me ‘ sara cried…. whoooosh …'No whore…suck now'… whoooossh …. sara crawled forward as the General's cock hardened….although sara had sucked a number of men before none were this large and she had always been able to use her hands before…As she crawled into place and raised up so her mouth would go over the tip, Rebecca kept up the spanking… sara started bobbing her head like she had done the boys in the Tahoe last night and fell into a rhythm…The General squeezed her titties …'what nice udders this American cow has' laughed the General…then a pinch, a heft, a twist, he kept up the rough treatment as sara winched and Rebecca kept up the crop on sara's protruding and inviting ass..
It was not lost on Mr. Harris that sara appeared to be an expert cocksucker and that her bobbing up and down was in perfect rhythm to Rebecca's swats…he looked over at Molly and she was trying not to look…Molly's mouth was open in a small ‘O' in amazement…Mr. Harris thought…sort of like the ‘O' which sara is maintaining now..
The General placed his hands in sara's hair and forced her head up and down in double time and Rebecca fell in, alternating from on ass cheek to another in this quickened pace….then the General crushed sara's head to his groin… he forced his entire cock into her mouth, gritted his teeth and stood up obviously shooting an enormous load down sara's throat…the spanking stopped on cue as well…. sara drank down each drop…Mr. Harris was smiling and Mommy was staring at the thing that she thought was once her daughter..
‘Should I clean her up for the trip General,' Rebecca asked. ‘ No..no …not quite yet' said the General. ‘Mr. Harris, she really is remarkable for a 15 year old girl, even an American. I judge that she has had many men for a number of years although her youth would suggest otherwise. As a result I would like to give you a gift of a blowjob from her before you depart on the remainder of your trip.'
‘General, in all due regard I think it would be best to not further test this little slut, but in your country I understand that it is a showing of disrespect to turn down a gift, so I most graciously accept.'
I am so horoed Mr. Harris, now Rebecca, please reposition the slut.
Whooosh ….move over in front of Mr. Harris, whore. Sara crawled quickly to avoid any more swats.
Rebecca, then expertly zipped Mr. Harris' fly down and withdrew his cock.
‘We have a saying in Texas General, I do not think this is Rebecca's first rodeo.' To this the General just laughed. ‘I also would suggest something General, as sara began to rise up and initially slide her mouth down Mr. Harris' cock,. Rebecca has worked very hard today, I think perhaps Molly should wield the crop this time.'
Molly looked shocked as Rebecca handed her the crop. ‘what do I do? she asked. Rebecca said ‘you saw me, do as I did, if she needs a few extra I have gotten another crop to assist. Just first hit one cheek, then the other, then the first again and so on. Perhaps if you had done this to her enough at an earlier age she would not be a drug whore now.'
With this Molly started right..left … right..left..right …and sara started up…down…up…down…up… sara thought…how could this be happening…first the General…now Mr. Harris and although Mr. Harris protested, I think he wanted this all along…and he is so thick...so thick I cannot take it all the way in…thicker than even the General…and it is Mommy that is spanking me…Mr. Harris is squeezing my titties …even harder and rougher than the General and Mommy is spanking about as hard as Rebecca…and as sara raised her eyes to see Mr. Harris..there was that twinkle in his eyes again…the General was saying for Mr. Harris to milk her udders like a cow…and then there were two crops on her ass…Rebecca must have started again..and sara could hear Mommy laughing and saying she should have done this to sara all the time at an early age and Mr. Harris grabbed her hair and pumped her mouth and stood like the general and the crops were flying so fast it seemed constant and then Mr. Harris buried his cock into sara's mouth and a flood of hot thick sticky semen flowed down sara's throat…and at the same time sara came and came, jerking her lil shaved pussy up and down as she continued to drink down every last drop of Mr. Harris' cum.
sara was exhausted…Rebecca led her away and as she started to crawl on her knees with her hands still cuffed behind her..Rebecca tugged her to get up and she stood…her legs weak…then she heard Mr. Harris say…that lil slut was the best cocksucked I have ever had… there was one a while back who might be as good, but I think sara could be the best…and the General say…look at the floor beneath where she was kneeling…her juices flowed so much it puddled like a puppy…Mommy laughed, 'a slut puppy… sara , the slut puppy'
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