Tortured French Journalist

By Shabbadew2002

Email me: ad1947@gmail.com

  CHAPTER 1

BLANCA

“What do you want me to have them do to her?  Wire her up?”

  “Yeah.  Use the picana.  This cunt needs to have it shoved up her pisshole.  Then broken off.  When she’s pissing and crying like a baby, you call me.....”

  “Yes, Senhora.  As you wish,” said General Magante.

  Blanca was furious.  A foreign reporter had dared to investigate her.  Journalists were the worst.  She knew how to handle the Philippino scribblers.   Most of them knew their place.  Not only did they know how much political power she wielded, but they knew how vindictive she could be.  Most of them avoided her, because they didn’t want to end up her enemy. 

It was the foreign journalists who could be a problem.  They thought they were invincible.  Blanca had to be careful about Western reporters chasing a story about corruption in the Philippines.  It was harder to snare them in her traps and not have it backfire in the Western press.  Still....

  This French girl from a Paris daily had been nosing around and came to her office to interview her.  Well... Blanca would take care of her.  A phone call to her close friend, General Magante, and this little cunt was headed to the barracks where she would be strapped to a table and shocked on her nipples and pussy.  ‘That will discourage her from writing her story.

  Blanca smoothed her hair and went to look in the mirror.  At 45, she was still an attractive woman.  Medium height with a fairly shapely figure, but now 25 lbs. heavier than when she was younger, her face nevertheless had a cruel edge to it.  Something about her mouth perhaps.  A hardness and the way it could turn down at the corners.  Disapproving and condemning even. 

In truth, she was a cruel, complex and, to some, a terrifying woman.  She had been the youngest woman elected to city-wide political office in Manila as the Vice-Mayor.  Even now she was a powerful member of the House of Representatives.

  Contractors, businessmen, vendors and officers in the army owed favors to Blanca Ramos.  On a personal level, she was divorced with two grown children and it was whispered that she had begun to bring her real passion out of the shadows: young European and American white women.  It was also whispered that she was a cruel “top” who loved hard, rough sadistic sex.  She was, in truth, bi-sexual, but favored women more than men; and loved to dominate both.  Having a slave at her feet was foreplay for her.  She would rub her bare, smelly feet all over their face and make them lick and kiss her toes and instep to establish her dominance. 

What she would make them do afterwards would turn some stomachs as her taste in sexual matters involved the personal humiliation of her sex partners and torture centered on their sex organs.  And Fabienne Deschanel had aroused both her wrath and her passion.  That was a dangerous combination.  She would pay a visit to the reporter from the Paris weekly in the barracks after she had been broken by the General’s men.  Then she would use her as a pussy licking toy.  

  CHAPTER 2

FABIENNE

Fabienne Deschanel had worked hard to find the story that would propel her career to the next level.  Ever since she graduated with a degree in law and political science, but gone into journalism, she had hoped that she would become a major star as a reporter. 

When she got a job working for a major Parisian newspaper she was thrilled.  But then it was mostly mundane assignments and she chafed doing the grunt work that a cub reporter must often do for years.  When she got her editor interested in human rights violations from émigrés living in Paris.... and that story attracted attention... she found herself on the fast track finally.

Before you could say alors, her editor Lessard, had her flying to a hellhole in Africa to report on the cruel treatment authorities were meting out to political dissidents.  And then she got the call from KARAPATAN, the Philippino rights group.  They told her that high-up political figures were working with the Army to abduct and torture rights activists.  So, she flew to Manila and began to research the story.  Lessard wanted a compete expose`.

  In her investigation, Fabienne repeatedly came across the name Blanca Ramos.  The more she dug, the more this rich, powerful woman seemed to be the classic conservative politician who conspired with corrupt law and order types to turn the Philippines into a modern version of Dante’s Inferno.

  She called Ramos’s office seeking an interview.  She wanted let her tell her side of the story.  Now the two women would cross paths and the result would destroy one of them...

  CHAPTER 3

THE INTERVIEW

She changed clothes twice getting ready for the interview.  She was nervous and wanted to strike just the right note.  Her small frame and doll-like features made some people treat her as if she was a child.  Fabienne, only 24, tended to stick to “power suits” to counter this.  It was hot and humid in Manila, so she had packed light clothes.

  She chose a beige silk blouse and a pleated dark brown skirt and topped it off with white pumps.  It was feminine but still exuded a crisp professional look.  At 5’ 2” with trim, shapely curves and a page boy coif, Fabienne was a very attractive young woman.  She applied dark red lipstick and adjusted her make-up.  Now she felt confident that she looked the part.  After all, it was important that she be taken seriously as a journalist, and not be thought of as a kid or a pretty face.

  When she got to Ramos’s office, she was turned off with the pomp and circumstance that politicians go for in third world countries.  Ushered into Blanca’s office she reached out her hand.... and was surprised at how strong a hand the older woman had.

  She noted that Blanca had the warm, creamy brown skin so common among Philippinas.  Her hair was curled and styled – definitely an “older” look for a woman.  But then Fabienne considered Blanca’s age and thought, ‘well, she is middle-aged’.  

  “I am so happy to meet you.  Paris is my favorite city.  After Manila or course,” Blanca offered.

“Well, Senhora Ramos, I have wanted to meet you for some time.” Fabienne responded.

  “I am sure we have much to talk about.”

  “Yes, well...hmm... before we get into...hmmm....the....questions I have ...ummm...for you, I wonder...I wondered....I ah...wanted to ask you....ummm...is it ok if I tape...uh....the conversation?”

  “You were educated at the Sorbonne.  I believe your degree was in law and political science, was it not?”

  “Yes.” 

Fabienne was surprised that she had done her homework.  She was very smooth....

  “You are a person of learning then.  And many skills I am sure.  It is only necessary for someone like you to take notes.”

“Oh....OK...”

  “Good....now, how can I help you?”

  “Well....ummm.”

  Fabienne began a long series of questions that probed into various shady deals and then Ramos’s relationship with General Magante.  Her questions and the way she asked them began to get under Blanca’s skin. 

Her line of questions was obviously leading to a conclusion that Ramos was a corrupt influence in her own country.  And the fact that Fabienne was a Western white woman only added to the pique Blanca felt. 

But, there was something else: she found the petite French girl very attractive.  She had perky breasts and a cover girl face.  He mouth was so perfect and sweet that Blanca found herself imagining those bee-stung lips between her legs kissing and licking her hot pussy!

  Feeling horny, and perverse, and because she could do such a thing, Blanca reached down under her desk to slip her hand up to the crotch of her cream silk panties.  She surreptitiously began to touch herself and continued to play with her hot pussy thru her panties as the interview went rapidly down hill - amusing herself.  This was classic Blanca. 

“I see, little one that you have brought many assumptions to your investigations.  It is always wise for a young reporter to start out with a blank slate.”

  Her reference to her petite size and age caused Fabienne to bristle.

  “All the better.... for....uh... someone to...uh... write what they want on it,” Fabienne countered?

  “You have much to learn about our country.  I’m sure that you will be an excellent student.  Thank you for your time today.”

  With that, the interview was over and Fabienne was curtly dismissed.  By the time the young woman was getting into a cab, Blanca was on the phone hatching a plot that would put the young Frenchwoman in a jail cell and make her a personal slave.....

  CHAPTER 4

THE SET-UP

Fabienne left thinking how she was going to write the story.  Blanca Ramos turned out to be an evil witch.  What the little French girl didn’t know was that the machinery to implicate her in a drug deal was already in play.  And from there it was only one more step to jail and then the barracks.

  She began to type furiously on her laptop when she got back to her hotel.  That night she went out to dinner with representatives of KARAPATAN, the Alliance for the Advancement of People’s Rights, the local human rights group.

  Afterward dinner, she and Alan, the group’s Manila spokesperson went to a club to have a drink and maybe even dance.  Alan fancied her and while Fabienne wasn’t attracted to him, he was sweet.

  They had two drinks and a dance and about midnight, he shared a cab with her back to her hotel.  He kissed her on the cheek, and bid her good night.  The next morning, Fabienne went to work on her story again, with a vengeance.  It was now a race between the two women.

  Blanca had her plan and Fabienne had her story, which she felt could focus international attention on the issue of the Philippine Army’s abductions of dissident citizens and Blanca Ramos’s role.

  Fabienne got a phone call.  It was an anonymous female voice who claimed she had an incriminating email from Blanca Ramos to General Magante.  Fabienne was suspicious, but it was just the cherry on the cake she was looking for.  The tipster wouldn’t send it electronically.  ‘I’m afraid of being caught’, the voice said.  So Fabienne made a date to meet her in person.

  It was all a set-up.  When she got to the address, she was arrested.  Drugs were found and she was taken, handcuffed, to the police station.  She waited for someone from her embassy, who never came, and then she was transferred to an Army base.  This made Fabienne so frightened she almost wet her panties. 

She was fingerprinted, photographed and questioned.  No formal accusations had been leveled but now that she was at one the Northern Command’s out-of-the way ‘secret’ bases, she realized that what she was writing about was now happening to her.

One part of her – the journalist – imagined that she could write the story of a lifetime.  How she was investigating this cesspool of corruption and had been pulled down into it personally.  But fear of the unknown and what she did know quickly evaporated her enthusiasm for that scenario.

  She was kept isolated in a dark, tiny cell for three days.  Fed one spare meal a day of rice with slivers of dirty vegetables and very little water.  The cell was stifling hot.  It was like being confined to a coffin.  First she felt angry; then depressed; next feelings of hopelessness set in.  By the end of the third day, she was an emotional “basket case”.  That’s when the real interrogation began....

  She was taken to a small room with a bare light bulb in the ceiling and made to stand at attention.  She sweated in her bra and panties.  Her clothes, the ones she had worn when she had been picked up - nylon running shorts, expensive running shoes and a sleeveless nylon top – had been taken from her when they put her in the tiny cell.  She felt humiliated stripped down to her underwear.

  Standing behind her was a big moon-faced soldier in khaki.  His impassive, thuggish face made her realize she had been scooped up into a net - one that had captured so many others (more than a hundred in the Manila area alone) in the last few years.

  “Can I have some water please,” she asked plaintively?

  The young man ignored her and stared straight ahead. 

She was kept standing at attention.  If she moved at all the soldier yelled at her and threatened her with a beating.  Then the door opened and a middle-aged man and a younger man came in to the room.  The older man wore a see-thru barong, the distinctive shirt of the Philippines.  The younger man was wearing army fatigues, but with no insignia of unit or rank.

  “Hi, I’m Manny Saldana,” the older man announced to her as he stuck out his hand. He acted cheery, like he was the team coach greeting a new member.

  Fabienne was so surprised that she actually took his hand and shook it.

  “Well, we have a situation here, don’t we,” he said.

  “I’ve been framed.”

  “Framed, I see. You think someone has set you up?”

  “OF COURSE!”

  “Well, the police report is clear.  You were meeting with a known drug dealer.  You’re gonna tell me that you weren’t there to buy drugs, right?”

  “YES....”

“Hmmm.  I also have evidence you’ve been meeting with members of the CP - the Communist Party.  And that concerns the government even more than your desire to buy drugs....”

  He held up a folder....

  “It’s all right in here....”

  “Yes....of course, but it’s all a pack of lies.  I want to see someone from my embassy.”

  “You do, huh? Well, here’s my answer to that.”

  With that, he nodded to the guard who came over and punched Fabienne right in the stomach.  The blow not only surprised her, but it knocked the wind out of her and the pain shocked her like nothing else ever had.

  When he dragged her to her feet again, he whipped across a left hook that caught her lower down and more to the side, close to her liver. 

“Offfffhhhhhh,” she went and collapsed.  She was rapidly entering a state of shock.

  He pulled her up again and this time, even though she tried feebly to avoid the punch, he aimed a punch at her solar plexus and hit her so hard it made a sound like a cement bag being dropped from a second story window onto a sidewalk.

  She fell to the floor like a building that had been imploded from inside by a ton of dynamite.  She rolled around on the floor, clutching her stomach and moaning.  At a nod from Saldana, the soldier hauled her to her feet again and this time he began to slap her across the face with his open hand.  He did it until she was bleeding from the mouth and crying from the pain and humiliation.

  He dragged her over and threw her into a chair.

  “Yes, you have much to learn about my country.  And the first thing you must learn is respect.”

  Fabienne was thoroughly cowed now.  She felt the trickle of blood drooling from the corner of her mouth.  He lip was bleeding and this taste of her own blood blew her mind.  Also the pain in her stomach was awful.  She kept one hand cradling her tummy.

“I want you to show my men the proper respect.”

  With that, with a toss of his head he gestured to the goon who’d beaten her.  He was grinning now with the sadistic glee of a small boy who’d found a small animal to torture.  And then she noticed he was rubbing his crotch.  He had a bulge there.....

Fabienne’s blood ran cold.  She tried to act brave, but she looked at him and then at Saldana and recoiled.  She feared sexual assault and now she knew what they were going to do to her next.   ‘Why do they have to rape me’, she thought!

  “First, with women, we like to give them to a squad of our men.   Let them entertain them for an hour or two.  Then I can conduct a more thorough questioning.”

  “Oh God, please don’t do that to me.  I’ll cooperate.  I promise.”

  “Oh, I guarantee you you’ll cooperate a lot,” he chuckled.

  He motioned to the goon who grabbed Fabienne - hauled her out and pushed her whining and struggling down the hall.  Saldana followed behind, with a big grin on his face.

CHAPTER 5

A FOREST OF COCKS

When they got to a door at the end of the corridor, he pushed it open and that’s when Fabienne saw how many there were.... 

A dozen men were lounging around.  Some had their shirts on; some were naked to the waist.  A few were shooting dice.   They had been soldiers and marines.  But, now they wore no insignia - no name tags, no shoulder patches or stripes. They were one of the government’s goon squads.

  The man who beat her pushed her into the center of the room.  Fabienne tried to get away, but there was no where to go and they just laughed at her.

  “Let me go,” she started screaming. “LET ME GO.”

  She looked around and felt a shiver go down her spine.  These were young thugs and nothing in Fabienne’s upper middle class background had prepared her for this. 

“Let me go....Just let me go...”

  She didn’t complete her thought because she couldn’t figure out what to threaten them with.  She clutched at her throat with one hand.  And then they started to close in on her.  They began circling and moving in....

  One man reached out and put his hand on her shoulder.  She tried to push it away.  Then another man put his hand on her buttocks.  She jerked away but this sent her into the arms of two men in front of her and when then grabbed her she screamed.  That’s when all of them surrounded her and pressed in close.

  They pulled off her bra and panties.  She tried to slap or push away their hands, but there were too many of them for her and resistance was futile.  Someone grabbed her hand and then her other hand and while she wriggled and writhed, they stripped her.  When she tried biting and spitting at them, one of them began slapping her across the face. 

They pulled her up on the table and began to drop their khaki shorts.  Soon the first man got ready to rape her.  They held her down.  There were so many of them and with that many hands, she was helpless and without any ceremony the first man worked his cock into her tight pussy...

  She was not ready for it.  Her pussy was not wet and Fabienne’s vagina was not wide or deep.  It was beautiful though.  An almost picture perfect vulva.  A lover had told her that it was a “rose” - perfect in size, shape, color and aroma.  But now it was being cruelly stretched and pounded by a grunting, sweaty, compact, wiry, brown skinned thug.

  He was intent on hurting her and he rammed it in and then rotated his hips to work it side-to-side in her vagina.  Fabienne cried out as she was tight and his hot, hard cock felt like a knife in her. 

“OOOOhhhhh.....God.....Ohh....oh...oh....please....”

  He held onto her hips and began to hump her with short stabbing strokes - making his sweat drip and splash on her.  He stopped and started two or three times -  then he grunted and, with an oath, came in her pussy.  Fabienne, knowing that he was ejaculating, winced in pain and shame, as his unwanted seed felt like a defilement to her.

  Then the next man, the big hulking goon who beat her, took his place.  He was bigger than any of them and slammed his cock into her to show his pals how it should be done.  She cried out as he went to the bottom of her vagina in one thrust.  And then he began fucking the shit out of her.  Her pussy was now soaked and dripping semen....

  “OHHH....oooowwwwww..oh...oh...ahhhh....oh....oh...OH!

  He came quickly and with each succeeding rape, her vagina got wetter and looser as it was packed with cum and her pussy lubricated in self-defense.

  They turned her over and with her upper body lying on the table and her feet on the floor, they raped her from behind.  Someone held her by the wrists and with her rapist’s hips pressed up against her buttocks she felt the heat and the pressure as one after another they took their turns violating her.

  She began to sob as there was nothing she could do to stop them from raping her.  It was painful and humiliating.  She had always feared rape and this was worse than she ever imagined.  Some men grabbed her breasts and squeezed them until she wanted to scream.  Others mauled her perky nipples.  When Saldana took his turn, he had the men put her on her back on the table and pull her legs practically over her head to tighten her pussy. 

Then he worked it into her pussy and punished her with his long, thin cock.  It went in all the way and he sadistically made sure he banged her cervix as often as he could to cause her pain.

  “OH....OH...OH..OHHHHHHHHH.OH...OH....OH...OH.”

  When he came in her....he took his cock out and pointed out her sloppy pussy to the others.  He humiliated her by commenting to the others what a messy slut she was.  He picked up her panties from the floor and used them as a rag to clean her pussy.  When he was done, her panties were soaked with semen, sweat and her secretions.  He held her nose, wadded the panties and shoved them into her mouth.  They he tied a cord around her head to gag her with her soiled thong.

  CHAPTER 6

ELECTRO TORTURE

Fabienne gagged and retched with the messy panties in her mouth, as they hauled her back to the interrogation room.  She felt like throwing up.

  “Get her ready,” Saldana ordered....

  One of his men wheeled over a luggage trolley cart.  It held the Philippine version of the famous South American picana, one of the world’s most effective electro-torture devices.  Saldana opened a plastic bag containing a kitchen scrubbing pad with his teeth.  It was the kind made from copper rings.  

He squeezed some gel on it, then attached an alligator clip to it.  They held Fabienne held down on the table - a man on each limb – and Saldana worked the pad into her pussy, sloppy with semen and her own secretions.

  “Oh God....no.....no...no!”

  He got the pad in her vagina so that it went in deep - between her G-spot and her cervix.  He ignored her whining and pulled her up so she was in a sitting position with her knees drawn up against her breasts.  Next, they tied her wrists and ankles together with cord. 

Then they passed a thick wooden dowel, about 5 ½ feet long, behind her knees and over her elbows.  She grunted when two of the men grabbed the ends of the dowel and lifted her up.  She rolled on the bar, so that her head ended up hanging down.

  “OWWW!”

  They hung her over a pair of chairs - suspended between the chair backs.  This was the infamous “Boger Swing”.  The position itself was a torture.  It would soon put tremendous pressure on the backs of her knees.   Her head hanging down would soon make her feel that she was suffocating.  The position also allowed them easy access to her pussy and asshole.

  The wire was visible - dangling from her pussy.  Poor Fabienne could only whimper and moan gagged as she was.  The cart with the transformer was right in front of her and Saldana hooked up the wire in her pussy to the transformer.  Then he plugged in a slim copper rod mounted on a handle and held it up to display it to her.  This was the actual picana.  The pad in her pussy was “negative”.  The copper rod was “positive”.

  One of his men would work a knob on the machine to raise or lower the voltage as the picana was a two-man operation.  When everything was ready, Saldana wet her down.

  “This will make the electricity flow, cunt.  Now, I’m just going to give your earlobes a little tingle to let you see how it feels.”

  Fabienne whimpered, “UMPHhhhhffffhhhhh...uumm.”

  He gave each earlobe a little zap and it made Fabienne scream into her gag.  He touched them over and over and she began screaming.  Then he went to work on her toes:  the pads and the sensitive webbing in-between.  The shocks made her twitch and scream. 

He mostly concentrated on her big toes and the space in between and the balls of each foot. Her toes curled up painfully when he pressed the picana into the balls or the instep.  Fabienne felt the urge to piss as a result of the shocks to her feet.  She groaned in agony as he tormented her sensitive feet....

  “Can you imagine how it’s going to feel on your pussy or your asshole,” he asked her – his voice dripping with malice?

  He told the corporal, “higher...higher....lower...higher....lower,” when he wanted to vary the voltage.

  General Magante had prepared everything.  A story had been written clearing Blanca Ramos.  Blaming everything on a sacrificial lamb they had chosen.  The story just needed her signature to send it on its way to Lessard, her editor. Saldana told her what it would take to get him to stop...

  “Do you want me to stop? All you have to do is sign this piece of paper.  That’s all you have to do, Fabienne.  We’re written a nice story for you.  All you have to do is sign it.”

  When she didn’t submit, he went to work on her pussy - her beautiful rose.  First, the wet surfaces of her labia.  Her whole body vibrated and twitched hanging from the bar when he did that.   When she continued to resist him, he zapped her on her anus. 

When he saw how she screamed when he touched her there, he kept shocking the tight brown rosette.  It clenched every time he touched the copper tip to it and then it relaxed.  It was something to see and the men crowding around to watch grinned when it spasmed over and over again.

  It made her howl like a lunatic.  When she didn’t submit, Saldana spread her labia to expose her urethra.  He put the tip right there and gave her a zap, pushing the tip against the opening to dilate it a bit. 

This made her writhe and vibrate in agony, like shocking her asshole did.  He kept telling the corporal to turn up the voltage,”higher.”  Bound as she was, all Fabienne could do was hang from the bar, cry and shriek in her gag.

  Her pussy got hot red and swollen from the shocks, but the worst was yet to come.  Saldana had saved her clitoris for last.  He began by holding the tip close to her nubbin and then rubbing it with it to threaten her.  Making her wait in sweaty, mind-numbing anticipation.  Only then did he shock her.  It made her go rigid in her bonds, twitching and shaking like a swarm of bees was inside her. 

By the time he’d zapped her clit three or four times, with the voltage turned to its maximum position, Fabienne was screaming like an animal having its throat cut.  She screamed herself hoarse and then lost consciousness.  They threw water on her to wake her so the torture could continue. 

“Wake up little bird,” Saldana said to her. 

He took the gag out of her mouth and Fabienne was ready to talk....

  “OH God......no more....please....no more....don’t ..........p...p...please.....I’ll sign...I’ll do whatever you want....please......no more....no more...I can’t take anymore....please.”

  They untied her and got her up.  Saldana opened her laptop, shoved it in front of her and made sure she didn’t spend too much time reading the article.  He had a copy of her signature printed out and made sure her signature matched it.  It took a moment or two for Fabienne’s hands to stop shaking before she could sign it to his satisfaction.

  Saldana snapped the laptop shut when it was done, and motioned for two of the men to take her out.  She had broken and now her real journey of degradation would begin.

  They threw her in a cell, naked and wet.  She huddled on the dirty mattress, trying to get control of her emotions.  The cockroaches and the occasional rat made it impossible for her to relax.  She was so thirsty.  A man came by and she begged him for water.  He came back with a cup.

  “Here, drink this.”

  She put the cup to her lips and began drinking it.   Then she stopped and smelled it.  She handed the cup back, sickened.  He had “flavored” the water by urinating in it!

  “You’ll drink all of it the next time,” he said to her, grinning.

  CHAPTER 7

CHOKING AND GAGGING

A few hours later, Saldana and two of his men showed up.  One man was new, the other was the moon-faced goon who beat and raped her.

  “Well, little bird, how are you doing?”

  “Can I leave?”

  “Well, you’ve taken care of your story problems, but you’re still facing a drug charge, or did you forget?”

  “Oh God...I didn’t do anything...Please let me go.”

  “That’s an opinion and you’re entitled to yours.  But, I’m here to tell you that if you want to see daylight again, little bird, you’re gonna have to do what you’re told.  Get on your knees, slut.”

  He pointed to the hulking goon standing next to him and grinning manically.  The man rubbed his crotch and then pointed to her mouth.

  “Suck his cock,” Saldana ordered her.

  “Oh....no....please...”

  “Oh...yes!  Get on your knees slut and suck his cock real nice.  And if you don’t do it good, I’m gonna whip your ass until it bleeds - understand?”

  He had a dog whip hanging on his belt.  He took it off to display it to her.  When she continued to resist, they hauled her out of the cell and tied her by her wrists and ankles to the bars of her cell door.  Then Saldana began to whip her.  He concentrated on her round butt cheeks.  He soon had her writhing like a caught fish.  Each blow made her thrust her hips into the bars in agony and groan.  She looked like she was fucking the door in her agony....shaking, sweating and groaning under the lash.

  “OH God....oh....oh...oooohhhh.”

  Whip....whap....whip....whap....

  The beating went on until she began to sob and then to beg.

  “I...I’ll do ...it...I’ll do it....please don’t beat me anymore,” she begged.

  They untied her and shoved her down to her knees.  Then the goon took out his cock.  His penis was already very hard.  He had an uncircumcised organ and he pulled back his foreskin to display the purple head to her.

  “Ohhh...”

  He took her head in his left hand and holding his cock like a weapon in his right hand he began to smack her face with it.  He was already starting to leak pre-cum and as he whipped and then rubbed her face with it, it left dribbles and snail trails everywhere.

  “You kiss it, slut,” commanded Saldana.

  Fabienne had no choice.  She had to kiss it like a lover - his balls, the shaft, and the head.  Then the goon forced it in her mouth.  He started off slow, but soon, holding her by her hair, he began to fuck her mouth.

  She gagged as he got it all the way to the back of her throat.  She was soon drooling like mad - her saliva dripping down her chin to splatter on her perky tits.  Saldana and the other man, a small private stood by and watched as big goon face-fucked her.  He took it out -  gave her a breather and then went back to ramming it to the back of her throat.

  The other man took his penis out and began jerking off as he watched.  He was small, but hard.  As the big goon pulled his cock out again, Fabienne spit up a full mouthful of saliva and his pre-cum that had flooded her mouth.  It dripped down her chin to wet her tits.

  “OHHHH....,” she groaned.

  “UUUpppphh,” she went when he rammed it back in again and made her gag and retch again.

  After a moment or two, it was clear that the goon was going to cum.  His body movements got jerkier.... 

“Swallow,” he growled at her, practically vibrating with the pleasure of his impending cum.

  He rammed it in deep and then his hips did a little jig.  He held her head with both hands.  It was in her mouth and as he began ejaculating, her eyes flew open as his load was more than she expected. 

She gulped and gagged as she tried to take it all.  Some oozed from the corner of her mouth and as he came, grunting and moaning in pleasure.  He pulled out a little and a cloud of cum erupted in a halo from around the shaft of his cock.  He pushed it back in and when the tip reached the entrance to her throat, Fabienne gagged again.

  Then he pulled it out and held up his finger - warning her not to spit his semen out.  He held her by her chin and made her open her mouth to show him the load. Her mouth was full of his slimy semen. 

“Swallow,” he growled at her.....

  She grimaced and gulped, swallowing the slimy load.  He wiped the head of his cock up against her lips as she gulped and swallowed what was in her mouth.  He smeared the semen on her chin all over.  Fabienne felt totally violated.

  Then he shook it off on her face to get the last drop to fall.  Fabienne, who had been balling her hands into fists as he fucked her mouth, or using her hands to push against his hips to discourage him from invading her throat, now put her hands on her knees and just sagged.  She felt totally degraded.  She had been made to suck cock and hated it.

  She looked up and saw Saldana grinning evilly at her.  She closed her eyes as he told her to get ready for the private.  This man then got his penis in her mouth and he was not as rough with her. 

She held his balls in one hand and sucked him.  She put her tongue on the underside of his slim penis and clasping him tightly with her lips and tongue,  soon made him spurt.  He came noisily and not as much as the first man.  But she had to swallow his load too.

  Then Saldana took out his long, thin penis.  He was a true sadist and his rape of her mouth was a work of art.  He made her kiss it like the first man had done.  She had to kiss, lick and suck him as if he were her long lost lover.   His self control was very strong and when he got it in her mouth, he fucked her face for the longest time. 

He got it to the back of her throat - and his slim penis was like a snake.  He would get it right there where her gag reflex was located and then, over and over again, he pushed it in a little further until it bent slightly and entered her throat.  Fabienne had to do everything in her power to control her desire to throw up.

  Fabienne couldn’t take it for very long.  After a few torturous invasions of her throat, she began to gag and retch - and then she vomited.  She was sick at having to swallow the first two men’s loads, and this rape of her throat pushed her over the edge.  So, she found herself throwing up all over the floor.

  “You clean it up or I’ll whip your ass until it bleeds. UNDERSTAND?”

  He made her lap it up like a dog. Poor Fabienne had no choice.  She bent down and tried to put her mouth to the foamy mess on the dirty floor.  This only made her retch even more.  Saldana kept her doing it until he tired of the game.  Then he grabbed her by her hair and slapped her face hard.  He had not cum yet....

  “You better make me cum - and real good too,” he threatened her.

  He went back to raping her mouth again.  After vomiting and being forced to lick up the mess, Fabienne found it easier this time to suck him the way he wanted. When he came in her mouth, it wasn’t a lot, but it tasted bitter. 

She drooled and gagged, but kneeling obediently, took his discharge fully into her mouth.  Then she swallowed when he wanted.  She grabbed her stomach when he was done, sobbing like a little girl.  Saldana pushed her over with the tip of his boot and locked her in again.

  CHAPTER 8

THE VISITOR

Fabienne was lying on the dirty mattress in a fetal position, holding herself and rocking gently.  She felt someone staring at her, looked up and realized she had a visitor.  It was Blanca Ramos.  She had a young man, a Philippino boy with her – late teen or perhaps 20 and medium in height.

  “Are you smarter now,” Blanca asked?

  “I told you that you didn’t understand how things were.  Have you learned something since then.”

  Fabienne didn’t answer.  She was sick to her stomach.  She just grunted.

  “Hmmumph...”

“You’re still facing drug charges.  Would you like to avoid spending the next three years in jail?”

  Fabienne sat up.  She hugged her knees and looked at the older woman.

  “If you’re interested in getting out of here, speak up.”

  “OK.”

  “All you have to do is obey me.”

“Obey you?”

Blanca reached her hand back in a theatrical way and in that moment, the young man behind her put a key in her open hand.  The boy took a position just outside the door, standing guard. 

Blanca unlocked the cell door.  She came in and standing over the younger woman crouched on the bed, pulled up her skirt to expose her crotch.  She was wearing thong panties and the thin crotch was already a little wet.  She pulled aside the crotch and grabbed Fabienne by her hair.

Fabienne didn’t offer any resistance.  She was hypnotized by Blanca.  She had been intimidated by her in her office, but turned on by her as well.  She had always found strong women sexually desirable. 

“I’m going to teach you a new trick, girl.  You’re going to open your mouth and I’m going to sit on your face.   Use your mouth and please me.  You’d better do a good job on Mommy’s pussy and make me cum,” she said.

She pushed Fabienne down on her back.  Then Blanca pulled her panties down to her knees - letting them slide down to her ankles.   Fabienne whimpered and whined, but feeling more submissive with each new indignity, just let herself be manipulated.    

  Blanca straddled her face and positioned herself.  She got her crotch right over the French girl’s face. Her shaved pussy glistened.  The older woman had a strong musky odor.  She had a hairy pussy, but all her fairly straight pubic hair had been removed by waxing, leaving only a little patch at the top of her slit.  She had a plump mons, full outer labia, a normal little pea-sized clit, but her inner sex lips gave her pussy the appearance of an exotic orchid. 

Dark- lipped, almost black at the edges, but hot pink elsewhere, her inner sex lips were long, thin and symmetrical.  Her creamy skin elsewhere was a contrast to the darker grove between her legs and her ass crack.  She was excited and very wet, and her sex lips glistened in the dim light of the cell.

She sat down fully on Fabienne’s face to make her gag, and then lifted herself up slightly to adjust her position.  The she began to “ride” back and forth, using the French girl’s nose, mouth and chin to rub her labia, vaginal opening and clitoris.

  She found a rhythm and soon was sweating and grunting as she worked her hips back and forth.   Poor Fabienne - she could barely breathe.  She had her mouth open and her tongue out to lick the hot, wet pussy that threatened to smother her.  Blanca used Fabienne’s nose to rub her clit on the upstroke. 

It was like Blanca’s pussy was going to eat her.   The pussy seemed to have a life of its own.  The labia had swelled and thickened and her pussy was now so juicy that the French girl was wet from her cheekbones to her chin.  She felt like she was drowning.  And then Blanca began to jerk back and forth in a way on her face that let Fabienne know she was about to cum.  Jerky coital movements of her hips that said, ‘I’m going to cum’.

  She went, “ohhhh....oh....oh.....ohhhhhh...OH....OH....OH....OHHH!”

  The gush of her discharge just flooded Fabienne’s face and mouth.   As fast as she gulped, she didn’t get all of the strong smelling, slippery pussy juice.  After Blanca had cum, she just sat down with all her weight on Fabienne’s face, causing her to beat her hands on the older woman’s thighs and try to scream as she felt herself being smothered. 

Fabienne was overpowered by the scent of the musky pussy covering her face and this made her more submissive.  Blanca’s weight on her face and her scent overpowered her.  It made it difficult to breathe, but feeling totally submissive at this point, Fabienne stuck her tongue out and thrust it as far as she could into the older woman’s cunt hole.  She suddenly needed to be inside her.  She lapped her tongue deep inside the older Philippina’s pussy.

“That’s a good girl.  Do it nice for Mommy.”

  Fabienne sucked and swallowed everything the older woman gave her.  As Blanca let her know she was doing good, this only increased the young French girl’s overwhelming desire to have more musky Philippina pussy, so she hungrily lapped up the copious, musky juices.  She was not surprised that as she squeezed her legs together she had an orgasm.

Fabienne surrendered totally as Blanca took full control of her.  She was hardly aware of the boy watching her.  Blanca pushed and pulled her face this way and that, extracting every ounce of pleasure she could from having a pretty, young girl’s face and mouth as a masturbation tool.  

  Then Blanca rolled her ass over and around the French girl’s face and made her eat her asshole as well.  Finally Blanca was done.  She got up, pulled up her panties, smoothed her skirt and headed for the door.  All business again....

  Blanca loved Euro trash girls.   She had been attracted to the French reporter as soon as she entered her office.  When Fabienne pissed her off, she was salivating with hot desire for her.  She sprang into action as soon as she left.  She had been waiting for this moment, and used it to her best advantage.   ‘The first time is so good’, she thought to herself.

“Take care of everything,” she said to Raymundo, the young man.  His job would be to get Fabienne released and bring her to Blanca’s villa overlooking Manila bay.  He did and later that night, Fabienne was in her own clothes and standing in front of Blanca in her garden.

  “Are you ready to obey me,” Blanca asked her? “Good, you call me Mistress or Mommy from now on, understand?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

  “Good girl.  Now take off your clothes and follow me.”

  CHAPTER 9

SLAVE’S FIRST NIGHT

So began Fabienne’s journey into sexual slavery.  Officially she was “in custody” on drug charges.  Lessard, her editor in Paris, didn’t believe the story she submitted, especially when he discovered that she had been arrested.  The people from the French Embassy were in a fog as to where Fabienne actually was being kept.

  But for the young French reporter this was all far away and of no mind.  For she had fallen under the spell of this cruel woman.  That first night, Blanca taught Fabienne the routine, the basic “worship” session.  Trailing along like a puppy dog, Fabienne, with her clothes under her arm, followed her mistress upstairs into her bedroom.

  “Drop the clothes and get on your knees, girl,” Blanca ordered her.

  Once in her boudoir, Blanca took off her silk blouse and wiped under her sweaty underarms with a small washcloth.  Then she took the cloth and stuffed it into Fabienne’s mouth, giving her the flavor of her sweat and making sure she got a powerful dose of her powerful pheromones. 

Making her wait on her knees, Blanca stripped down to her panties and stood in front of her new slave.  Blanca had fairly large breasts capped with big, brown nipples and aureoles as big across as the mouth of a coffee cup. 

“Come here, girl.”

  She made Fabienne crawl to her.  She took the wash rag from her mouth and bent over to put her tits right in her face.

  “Kiss and suck on Mommy’s titties,” she cooed at her as she pulled her to her breasts.

Fabienne began nursing.  After a moment, Blanca pulled away and sat down in a chair in front of her make-up table.  She crooked her finger and Fabienne dutifully shuffled over on her knees until she was in the V of the older woman’s thighs.

Blanca pulled her to her tits again and had her nurse on her big nipples.  After awhile, she pulled her face up and kissed her on the lips.

“You’re so beautiful.  Mommy thinks you’re so beautiful, baby.  And Mommy is going to be so very hard on you.....”

  Fabienne whimpered and allowed herself to surrender to Blanca’s kiss.  Blanca sucked on her lower lip and then thrust her tongue deep into the younger woman’s mouth to lick and suck on her tongue.  The passionate kiss went on for the longest time.  Blanca broke it off. 

“Now, fetch that over there,” she said as she pointed to a strange looking chair over by the window.

  Fabienne got it and Blanca had the French girl lie on her back at her feet, as she sat in the chair.  After a long day in a hot, humid office, her feet were hot, sweaty and smelly.

“Mommy’s feet stink, baby girl,” she said to her.  “You suck them clean or I’ll whip your ass.”

  She then rubbed them all over Fabienne’s face, mostly her nose and mouth.  There are so many scent glands between the toes and Blanca wanted to make sure that Fabienne got hooked on her bodily odors.  She made her kiss her feet and use her tongue to lick between the toes, all over the ball and the arch of each foot.  Finally, Fabienne had to suck on Blanca’s toes, each of them in turn.  

  By the time that Fabienne had spent a half-hour worshipping those feet, Blanca’s pussy was very juicy.  Blanca had a little chair with frame underneath that had a place for a slave to rest their head and neck.  She put Fabienne on it; then she sat down.  She rolled her pussy and ass over and around the French girl’s face and made her eat her pussy and ass.

That night Blanca’s menstrual cycle had her close to her period where her vaginal mucus was thick and sticky.  The taste and the odor were a little overpowering for Fabienne.   When Blanca felt that her new slave wasn’t quick enough to obey her, she got her up on her hands and knees and used her hairbrush to spank Fabienne’s beautiful round buttocks.   She smacked both cheeks until they glowed.

When she was done, she grabbed Fabienne by the chin and tilted her face up and looked deeply into her eyes.  Fabienne felt like she was falling down a deep well.  She felt a mixture of attraction, repulsion and something else.....she couldn’t put her finger on.  She licked her lips, whimpered and said, “I’m sorry Mommy.”

Blanca sat on her face again and this time, she rode her hard until she came.  When she was done, Fabienne was soaked and exhausted.  But Blanca was just getting started.  She made her get on the bed on her belly.  She rummaged around in a closet and brought out a big strap-on.  Not a big artificial cock.  It was a huge faux cock!

  When Fabienne saw it, she groaned.  It was big, black and covered with bumps.  It was a nightmare.  Blanca liked to fuck her female slaves with a very big dick and this with the most outrageous of artificial penises.  Big, black, knobby and laced with outlandish veins.

Fabienne had never been penetrated by anything that big.  Blanca started off by playing with her pussy to get her ready.  She knew just where to touch her.  She rubbed her labia and her clitoris and when she put her fingers inside Fabienne’s tight little vagina, she felt around for her G-spot, and the urethral sponge and the epicenter just in front of her cervix.  She patted and pressed on these spots and soon Fabienne was groaning and wriggling her ass like a slut.

  “Get up on your elbows and knees, baby girl,” Blanca urged her.

  Blanca turned her hand down so that her palm was facing down and with two fingers she began to frig the French girl’s hot spots until she had her wriggling her ass like a whore.

  Fabienne grunted and groaned and soon as Blanca frigged her harder, she came in a gush – spurting all over Blanca’s hand.  The older woman didn’t miss a beat.  She turned Fabienne over onto her back and made her pull her thighs up against her breasts.  Then she inserted those two fingers back in her pussy and frigged her in this position, making more juice spurt and cry out as she came.

  “That’s it cum for me baby girl....cum for me...”

  When she was done, she shoved her fingers into Fabienne’s mouth to make her suck them clean.

Blanca began buckling on the strap on.  Fabienne looked over dreamy eyed after being so skillfully masturbated.  Her eyes went wide as she took in the dildo again.  She had seen artificial penises that were 6 or 7 inches in size.  But, this monsters was 9, maybe 10 inches long.  And thick?  It was bigger around than her wrist.  She began to beg Blanca.

  “Oh God....no.....I can’t take that.  Please don’t put that in me.....please Mistress.”

  “You’re gonna take it, or I’ll whip your ass until it bleeds.  You better get your mind right, whore.  You’ll take my dick and like it.....or else.”

  This contrast, between “Mommy” and the “monster” was what made Blanca attractive to the women and men that had become her slaves.  She was a complex and cruel woman, to be sure.

  She lubricated the dildo with hot oil and proceeded to work it into Fabienne’s tight vagina.  Fabienne felt like she was being raped by a baseball bat!  Blanca got about ¾ of it into her pussy, and then she just fucked the shit out of her.  It was so agonizing that Fabienne screamed into the pillow and beat her fists on the bed. 

“Take it whore.....filthy dirty whore.  Take it ...take it...”

  To Fabienne it like she was being raped by a horse and her sex hole was not built for that kind of sex.  Actually, her vagina could have accommodated it better if she had been more of a mind to accept it and Blanca willing to be more gentle.

But the Philippina liked to hurt her girl slaves with this big dick and Fabienne’s screams and cries that night were music to her ears.  She was like a caricature of a teen-aged boy when it came to fucking - obsessed with size and making sure the girl was thoroughly intimidated by her “cock”. 

Blanca was only satisfied when she made Fabienne beg to be fucked deep and hard, like a whore.  When the session was over, Fabienne was allowed to sleep at the foot of the bed.  Exhausted, she fell into a deep sleep and dreamed that she was being hunted by wolves....

  CHAPTER 10

LIFE UNDER BLANCA

The second night, when Blanca got home from the office, Fabienne got the whip after a long face sitting session.  Actually, there was the paddle, the whip and the bundle of twigs tied with a ribbon.  Blanca used all of them to beat Fabienne on her buttocks and thighs, her belly, her tits and her pussy.  She liked to beat the French girl’s nipples with a flat paddle that made her perky nips swell up, burn and ache so that wearing a bra became impossible.  

  Then Blanca took used a small, thin whip on her anus she called the “cobra”.  She made Fabienne kneel before her with her head between her legs.

  “Hold onto my ankles,” she said, “.....and feel the cobra’s bite.”

  Then she whipped Fabienne’s asshole until it was so inflamed, swollen and sore that Fabienne begged for something soothing. 

“Mistress, ohhh....it hurts,” she cried.

“You want some hemorrhoid cream, whore,” she baited her?

  That night Fabienne learned about service in the bathroom.  Blanca went into the toilet and began to defecate.  She had left Fabienne on the floor groaning in pain from the whipping on her asshole.  When Blanca was done having her bowel movement, she called the French girl into the toilet. 

She stood up and showed her some hemorrhoid cream.   After she flushed the bowl, she bent over slightly and pulled her cheeks apart and said, “If you want some of this to soothe your asshole, then you lick my shithole clean, slut.”

  Fearing another whipping with the “cobra”,  and wanting the cream, Fabienne bent to the disgusting task.  She stuck out her tongue and touched it to her mistress’s anus.  The smell and the taste was unpleasant, but somehow she felt waves of humiliation surging thru her as she began to lick dirty orifice clean of all traces of her feces.

  By the time she was done, she knelt with her eyes closed and waited submissively for her mistress to tell her what she wanted next.  Blanca wanted a hot oil massage and Fabienne bent to the task of rubbing her mistress’s back, shoulders, buttocks and thighs.  She gloried in the smooth silkiness of the older Philippina’s skin.  Then, after that, Blanca wanted a tongue bath and she had to lick the woman from her neck to her feet, worshipping her with her lips and tongue.

  The next morning, when Blanca emerged from the shower, she crooked her finger at Fabienne and said, “Lie down, baby girl.”

Fabienne looked up as Blanca brought out a funnel -  squatted over her and held the wide mouth of the funnel up against her crotch.  She made Fabienne take the drain end in her mouth.  The hole was very small.  Blanca concentrated, making the lines in her forehead more pronounced as she contracted her muscles to start pissing.

  Then, she began urinating into the funnel.  The sound of her urine filling the vessel seemed, to Fabienne, at that moment, to be the loudest sound in the universe.  It was her task to suck on the drain end until the funnel was empty.  She was rewarded with mouthfuls of her mistress’s pee.  Blanca told her to swallow it.

  “Drink it, or Mommy will whip your ass,” Blanca warned her.  “That’s it, suck it....suck it down....all of it.”

  She kept her at it until she had emptied the funnel. 

Blanca was moderately unconcerned about Fabienne’s orgasms -  whether Fabienne came or not.  In fact, most of her orgasms when she was a slave at Blanca’s villa came from her own hand.  Blanca liked to make her masturbate in front of her or Raymundo - or guests for additional humiliation.  She had to strip at more than one dinner party and frig herself to a wet cum to please her mistress.

  Blanca also liked to sodomize her too.  She liked to hurt her there with a long thin red dildo that looked like a dog’s penis.  Most sessions where she penetrated Fabienne anally, the French girl would find her next bowel movement a torment.  Her anus was so stretched, swollen and sore that she could not touch it without eliciting groans. 

“Dirty shit-hole slut....I’ll fuck you till you can’t walk,” Blanca cursed at her as she sodomized her. 

And she was true to her word.  Cruel and unusual was what Blanca liked.  She liked to humiliate Fabienne and took her down to the Army barracks one night.  A call to the General had set things up so that a platoon of Philippine marines was available. 

Blanca and Raymundo brought Fabienne to the barracks.  She was marched out to the latrine, made to strip and kneel obediently.  There were thirty young, virile infantrymen there.  Being given access to the kneeling naked girl, some men jerked off on her face, but most made her suck their cocks. 

Blanca called her a slut and a whore when it was over and she was sloppy with the cum from all thirty men.  There was semen in her hair and all over her face.  She hated that.  Blanca made Raymundo lick her face clean in the car on the way home to punish him for something he did or didn’t do.

Fabienne wondered about Raymundo.  She had contact with him, but Blanca discouraged her from talking to him.  Raymundo was a slave too, but more of a personal servant and companion than just a slave.  He lived in Blanca’s shadow and would do anything to serve her.  In fact, his greatest punishment was craving her pussy and being denied it. 

He craved the opportunity to be put in the face sitting chair all the time.  Even when Blanca was menstruating!  She knew how much he craved this submission and used it to reward him.  He was in heaven when she put the funnel in his mouth and pissed.  For Raymundo, not being able to serve her this way was his punishment.

  Blanca had found him as a stray when he was just a kid and when he was 16 she turned him into a pussy licking slave.  Not her first, but perhaps her most loyal. 

If Fabienne displeased Blanca in any way there would be hell to pay.  It meant a whipping on her buttocks or tits, at least.  Being violated by the marines was hateful to the French girl, but she was growing more dependent on earning her mistress’s approval.  Or not incurring her wrath.  Sometimes, it didn’t matter what she did.  Blanca liked using her in the most degrading and obscene ways.  Like the time she used the eels on her...

  CHAPTER 11

THE EELS

Raymundo served her as an assistant torturer too.  He was there that day when Fabienne had her first session with the eels.

  Blanca had a gynecological examination table in one corner of her bedroom.  She liked to strap her slaves onto it – incline the back to elevate and spread their legs wide apart.  It put them into the classical torture position.  Both men and women had been strapped to Blanca’s table.

  That Saturday afternoon, Raymundo strapped Fabienne down tight by her knees, wrist and waist.  Following this, he fitted clamps to her labia that opened her pussy petals wide.  After this, he taped the clamps to her thighs.  Then, he forced a ball gag in her mouth.  He went out and came back with a large covered  plastic bucket, which he placed on the table’s shelf.  Blanca strode into the room in her bra and panties and sat on a stool between Fabienne’s outspread legs. 

Blanca liked to crush a slave with increasingly intolerable levels of pain and pleasure.  And she liked to make them wait for both.  Strapped to the table, Fabienne wondered what Blanca was going to do to her.  She had gotten juicy waiting and watching.  

  She went into shock when Blanca took the top off the bucket and held up an eel.  The creature was about five or six inches long.  They had been making croaking sounds in the bucket.  Fabienne wondered what that noise was, but couldn’t ask because of the gag.  Blanca held up the squiggly, slimy fish to show her. 

“Guess where this one is going, baby girl,” she asked her sadistically?

Then she started stroking the fish’s head up and down Fabienne’s wet labia, who began to struggle, but without being able to make any real sounds because of the gag.  Raymundo, smiling, watched as his mistress worked the eel into Fabienne’s waiting pussy.

The sensation as the slimy fish slipped inside made the French girl arch up from the table and strain at the straps holding her.  All she could do was mumble; the gag prevented her from saying anything.  Blanca let it disappear into her.  When it tried to wriggle back out, Raymundo came over with a “violet wand”. 

The glass tube glowed purple and shot sparks when he pushed a button on the handle.  As soon as he put the tip by Fabienne’s vaginal opening and pressed the button, the eel wriggled about and headed deeper into her cunt trying to get away.

  The sensation of it twisting and squirming deeper into her sexhole made Fabienne scream into the gag.  Then, Blanca inserted a second eel, a bigger one, into her pussy.  This really stretched her sex-hole.   

  And now that there were two of them, the feeling of having them slithering and squirming around inside her vagina was so repulsive that she began to wriggle and writhe on the table like she had a live wire up her ass!  It was something to see.  Next Blanca inserted a speculum into her ass to spread her tight brown rosette wide. 

She held up another eel, a smaller one and said, “Shall we give this one a nice home too?”

Fabienne screamed into the gag as Blanca inserted the live eel into her shit-hole.  She nearly ripped the straps as the horrid feeling of the live eel wriggling its way up her back passage overwhelmed her.  The horror of having living things inside her body was mind-bending.  She had to do everything in her power to hold herself together. 

“Getting full, baby,” Blanca teased her?

  This was said as she picked up a third eel and got it to squeeze itself into her vagina.  Then she coaxed a second eel into her asshole and took the speculum out of her hole.  Now, she was packed full.  Raymundo put the tip of the wand just inside the opening of Fabienne’s vagina and after that, he carefully pressed the glass tube up against Fabienne’s anus to shock her there. 

This made the eels go crazy inside her - bouncing off her vaginal and rectal walls like demented torpedoes.  And this made Fabienne spasm and thrash around on the table like a madwoman.  Every time he shocked her, it sent both the eels and Fabienne into convulsions.  The wet, slimy fish, a wet pussy and an electrified rod were a hellish combination.

The eels slithered into the deepest corner of her cunt and shit hole to get away from the current.  Blanca started working her clit.  She got the tip of her index finger under the hood and just kept rubbing the nubbin.  Then Raymundo would apply more shocks to drive both her and the fish crazier.  After this, Blanca would go back to manipulating her clit.  

  Blanca and Raymundo tormented her this way for a half-hour.  The eels would lie quietly, then Raymundo work the wand and the fish and Fabienne went into frenzied convulsions.  Afterwards, Blanca rubbed Fabienne’s clit.

  ‘Get them out....PLEASE........GET THEM OUT.....TAKE THEM OUT.....OH GOD.....OHHHHH...OH...OH...OHHHHH’, Fabienne screamed into the gag, but what came out was gibberish.

When Fabienne got close to cumming, Blanca would stop and Raymundo would bring the wand close to her clit.  He would press the button and electricity would arc from the glass to her nubbin to shock the wet, swollen bud.  Then he would touch it directly – pressing the glass tip right up against the most sensitive place in her body. 

The combination of pain and pleasure was too much.  Soon, the French girl was cumming continuously and shrieking into the gag like a lunatic.   She shuddered with muscular spasms that left her trembling.  She continued to twitch even after the eels were removed from her holes. 

Fabienne remained a slave at Blanca’s villa for four months.  She grew to love what Blanca did to her.  She came to crave being used as a urinal, a fuck toy and a human footrest.  But Blanca tired of her and kicked her out.  Fabienne returned to France, older and wiser.  Once at home she went on the hunt for a dominant older woman with a nasty cruel streak and a musky pussy.

  ©2008 Shabbadew2002