The Commandant's office
In the Commandants office there were eight men; his aide, two of
his immediate subordinates, the three soldiers who had escorted
her, the young guard from the previous night and the Commandant
himself. Self important behind his desk, he looked her up and
down with distain. The other men looked her up and down with a
frankly sexual interest.
The Commandant started to gabble at her in Spanish. "No speak,
speak English" Angie desperately whined. "OK, speak English" he
replied. Angie let out a sigh of relief at least here was
somebody who could understand her. "I want to speak to the
American Embassy" she blurted out. To her surprise the
Commandant broke into guffaws of laughter, followed by all the
other men in the room. "We have no American Embassy here my
dear" he replied in a soft voice. "I am your embassy."
Then in a harsh voice he added "you work with the Path to Freedom
guerillas. For this the penalty is death. You understand!"
Angie was shaken by the ferocity of his words and her body gave
an involuntarily shudder. Surely not, she had done nothing
wrong. "This man say you fuck him so he is not able to do his
duty. If he lie he die. If he tell truth you die my dear!!"
"That's not true, he raped me" Angie blurted out. "We see about
that. He say you want him kiss your breasts and you let him do
it many times." "No I would never let him do that." Angie
exclaimed." "He say he can prove you let him kiss your breasts
as he leave mark there." Angie was indignant "He did not!" "Ok
we see, show us your breasts my dear." Angie was stunned.
"What?" "Undress?" "No! not here in front of all these men"
Angie gasped shaking her head. She looked at the other men in
the room for support and saw that they were all very interested
in the conversation.
"Yes my dear. Take off your dress please." Angie looked around
her in desperation surely somebody would stop this horrible thing
happening. All she could see was the eyes of eight men on her
chest with their mouths salivating almost to the point of
dribbling. One or two of them had their hand in their pockets
and she was revolted to see that they were touching themselves.
Angie swallowed, shaking her head again in disbelief. Surely he
couldn't force her to undress in front of these men. He should
have a female officer with him. That was a silly idea; they
didn't have any women in this army. She looked appealingly at
the Commandant and said in a faint voice "I can't do that here.
Can I do it somewhere private?" He looked at her blankly "You
do not understand yet do you. You have committed a serious crime
in this country and you are subject to military law. If you fail
to prove that you are innocent you will be shot. If you do not
cooperate I shall assume that you are guilty and have you
executed tomorrow. Do you understand now?" Angie had gone
deathly pale, her jaw had dropped and she looked as though she
might faint. "Do you understand?" he repeated. Hesitantly, with
her head swimming, Angie nodded. "Show us your breasts then so
we can prove if this man is a liar."
Angie swallowed and then frowned to herself and started to undo
the top of her dress. She fumbled with the few remaining buttons
and opened it up so they could all see her bra clad breasts. As
she did, she felt a slight thrill of sexual excitement, knowing
that every man in the room was raptly looking at her chest. Then
she understood why they were gazing at her so intensely, she was
wearing a see through bra and every one of them was trying to get
a clear view of her nipples.
Then she remembered that she had no panties on and quickly tied
the remnants of her dress around her waist. "Now the bra my
dear" the Commandant murmured his eyes fixed on her breasts.
Angie let out a short almost silent moan, swallowed again and
closed her eyes in an ineffectual effort to stop the tears
running down her cheeks. She reached behind he back and undid
the clip of her bra. Immediately her breasts sagged slightly as
they lost their support. She looked around the group of watchers
pleading with them to save her or at least look away, but they
were all far too interested in the American's anatomy. She could
see bulges in some of the men's trousers.
Already they could see her breasts and nipples as the bra was
only partly covering her, so she took a deep breath and took her
bra straps off first one shoulder then the next. Then she
dropped her hands by her sides still clutching the bra and
exposing her breasts. Now they could have a good clear look at
her if they wanted to.
They did want to. There was a long silence while all the men in
the room examined her breasts. Despite herself Angie felt
herself being aroused by all this attention and she knew her
nipples would be hard and erect.
The Commandant broke the silence. "Bring the camera" he said in
English. "What?" Angie exclaimed. "No camera!" but already they
had not one but several cameras focusing on her. She realized
that they must have known that this would happen, why else would
they all bring cameras. She crossed her arms across her chest,
"No! No!" she protested. "We have to have the evidence." The
Commandant murmured. "What evidence?" "All over your tits my
dear." He replied. She looked down between her arms and saw the
tell-tale red love bites that the guard had inflicted on her. "Oh
no! Please don't." she pleaded with him, but he just replied in
a soft but firm voice "Put your arms down dear."
Angie gave in. She put her hands down and let them photograph
her breasts. She wasn't sure what the love bites proved, maybe
they would think that it showed that she let the guard make them,
but she didn't really, he just did it without her permission.
Then she thought, I could have screamed to stop him, but I
didn't, so did that mean that I wanted him to suck on my breasts?
They will think that either I didn't scream because I liked it
or because I didn't want to arouse the garrison, as I really was
helping the rebels.
When they had finished enjoying her breasts and taking what
seemed to be an excessive number of photos of them. Angie asked
the Commandant in an exasperated voice "can I get dressed now
please."
"Oh no my dear." he replied. We have to see if there is evidence
of recent intercourse.
Angie felt the blood draw from her face and stood ridged. Surely
they wouldn't make her show that. "Please I want to speak to an
American please." She whined.
"Please take off your dress dear." The Commandant replied.
"No I won't."
"Take it off dear or you go to the firing squad tomorrow
morning." He snapped at her.
With trembling hands, Angie undid the knot she had made with her
dress at the waist and let the torn and crumpled garment fall to
the ground. She stood before them all completely naked. She
looked straight ahead ignoring there eyes but she could see where
they were all looking straight at her pubic area. She also knew
that many of the men were actively stroking their hard penises as
they enjoyed viewing her body. She was ashamed to feel her body
responding to their sexual interest in her. She couldn't help
thinking that there were several penises in the room hard and
ready to penetrate her.
"Photos please." The Commandant directed. With considerable
enthusiasm several cameras were used to record Angie's nakedness.
"Open your legs." The Commandant growled at her harshly.
:"No I wont" she blurted out. She would never do that. Never
show them her most intimate parts. Only her ex husband had ever
seen her there and she would not let him look closely at her.
"You are the cheap whore of that rebel leader Juan Carlos;
already 3 of my men are dead because of you. If you think your
cunt is private you are wrong, before you die it will be used by
all of my men. Now open your legs American bitch or I have my
men fill your diseased cunt with the barrel of a gun!"
Angie recoiled as if he had hit her. Nobody had ever spoken to
her like that. She was American and he just some cheap
overdressed Latin. How could he? Was it true that 3 men had
been killed? What had happened to Juan? Why doesn't somebody
rescue her? They were going to hurt her. Rape her. What could
she do?
She gritted her teeth and grimaced. If she didn't do what he
said she was sure they would use a gun on her and violate her.
The thought of hard gun metal being pushed into her was horrific.
She remembered the advice that if you are being raped don't
resist it just makes it worse.
Slowly she opened her legs.
The camera's clicked as they recorded her most private parts.
The Commandant said something in Spanish and one of the
photographers came in to take a close up of her vagina.
"I can't see clearly my dear" the Commandant drooled in his most
soothing voice. He gabbled again in Spanish and an aide brought
a desk lamp and put it in front of Angie. He angled the light
towards her vagina about 3 feet away and switched it on.
There were hoarse comments from the watching men, who seemed to
have difficulty in speaking clearly, followed by crude laughter.
She had no idea what they were saying about her, and didn't want
to know.
Angie closed her eyes. Now she knew they were just trying to
humiliate her.
The secret areas of her body were spotlighted and providing
amusement for 8 men.
"We cannot see if you are raped or just fuck my man, my dear.
You must open your fuck hole for us to see if there is any sign
of forced entry. Open now!!"
Suddenly Angie was angry. She sucked her mouth and spat at him.
It was pretty feeble and just hit the desk in front of her. What
was worse was the remaining spittle dripped from her mouth onto
her breasts.
The men thought this was hilarious, and broke into loud cackles
of laughter.
"Please my dear." He lisped.
She couldn't stand this anymore. If they wanted to humiliate her
they could. It was they who were wrong and cruel. She was not a
slut.
Hesitantly, she put her hands to her labia. She grimaced as she
pulled the lips apart to display the pink flesh of her vulva.
She had never even looked closely at this herself, let alone her
ex-husband and now she was displaying it to all these men who she
knew wanted to use that part of her for there own sexual
gratification.
Of course they all loved this and the cameras clicked over and
over again as she exposed herself to them.
The Commandant looked closely into her vagina then said abruptly
"I can see no evidence of rape. He looked at the young guard and
spoke to him in Spanish. He immediately saluted and left the
room. He turned to Angie and spoke in English. I told him that
I am satisfied that he did not rape you and that you deliberately
seduced him to allow the rebels to gain entry to the arms dump."
"I have total authority in this Province and I sentence you to
death by firing squad, the punishment will be carried out
tomorrow at dawn."
Angie gasped, this couldn't be true. She was an American
citizen.
"However," he continued slyly, "you have a good body and if you
like you can entertain my men instead." He broke into a broad
smile. "You understand?"
Angie felt totally bewildered, she was being given the choice of
dying tomorrow, being shot to death or being raped by over a
whole garrison of soldiers, this couldn't be true. She stated to
shiver uncontrollably. "Do you understand?" he growled.
Reluctantly, Angie nodded. This was like a dream. More like a
nightmare.
Slowly he added "Do you want to give pleasure to my men? Or let
them shoot you tomorrow morning?"
"I'll do anything you want." She blurted out.
"Good!!"
He spoke to the men in Spanish and they all saluted and left the
room, except for the aide who appeared to be the chief
photographer.
Blow job
After they had gone, he gestured to Angie. Walk around the room
my dear; I want to see your tits bounce." He giggled excitedly
in anticipation. Angie did as she was told and walked around
while the photographer clicked his flash.
"Run dear. Jog as you Americans like to do! Let me see your
tits jiggle." Tears ran down her face as Angie did as she was
told, feeling her unsupported breasts flapping up and down.
He stood up and for the first time came out from behind his desk.
He was not the imposing figure he had seemed but short fat and
middle aged.
"Stop!" he commanded.
"Now kneel before me!"
Too confused to do anything else, Angie knelt.
"Now unzip me and suck my cock!"
"If you hurt me I shall have him shoot you in the head." He took
his hand gun from its holster and put it on the desk to reinforce
his point.
"If you do it well I shall be kind with you."
"Oh no" Angie groaned, "I can't do that."
"Oh yes you can my dear. I not use your other holes as they are
probably full of disease but I expect my men will not be so
careful. I think your mouth will be clean though."
The Commandant's crutch was only inches from her face and Angie
looked at it with dismay. Tears poured down her face and
dripping off her chin on to her naked breasts. She gave a great
sob and reached out with trembling hands to undo his zip. She
could see the bulge of his penis through his white underclothing,
which was stained with yellow spots.
With her face grimacing she put her right hand inside the
undergarment and touched his cock. She had to use both hands to
get it out and there it was right in front of her face. It
wasn't even hard. It looked small and shriveled and smelt foul
like rotting cheese.
Hesitantly, she lifted it up. "Kiss it." A voice commanded from
above. As she reached forward to kiss it Angie became aware that
her every action was being photographed. How many men would get
to see the abomination she was being forced to perform, she
thought. She pressed her lips to it in a half hearted kiss.
"Now lick it." The voice said.
Still holding it in both hands she put out her tongue and licked
the shaft of his penis. The smell was making her want to retch
and it tasted salty. Angie continued to lick it until the voice
commanded that she should suck his testicles.
Angie felt so ashamed as she put her head on one side and bent
further down to take one of his hairy smelly sweaty testicles in
her mouth, It was totally repugnant to her, she had never done
such a foul thing for her husband and to be forced to do it with
this man was vile. She considered biting it off but knew that
the moment she did the hand gun on the table would blow her
brains out.
He made her suck both of his testicles before he commanded her to
put his cock in her mouth.
Closing her eyes she put the horrible thing in her mouth and
started to suck on it. If only he would get hard and cum, she
just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. She
started using both hands as well as her mouth moving her head
back and forwards in an effort to stimulate this man's disgusting
old cock.
At last it started to get hard and soon filled her mouth. Then
the Commandant made her pull it out and rub it over her breasts.
He forced her to wipe the small amount of pre-cum from the tip of
his penis on to both her nipples and laughed loudly at the look
on her face. The photographer laughed as well as he recorded her
actions.
Then he shoved his cock brutally back in her mouth and began to
fuck her mouth as though it were a whore's cunt. He held the
back of her head with both hands so she could not retreat from
his cock as he thrust it into the delicate tissues of her palate.
It hurt the back of her throat and she couldn't breathe when he
pressed himself against her. She could feel his balls flopping
backwards and forwards against her chin.
Then at last she could feel him reaching a climax, and hot cum
started to spray into the back of her mouth. She desperately
tried to get the thing out but he held her firmly saying "Eat my
cum, American bitch whore, it will be good for you."
So she took it all and swallowed it all, something she had never
done before, as she found the idea of eating cum revolting. She
wanted to be sick but couldn't even do that with the thing in her
mouth.
Then he withdrew and grunted at her "Open eyes bitch." Angie
opened her eyes to see the penis which had used her shining wet
with her saliva and with cum still dripping in long strands from
its tip. "Lick up my cum like the cheap hooker you are."
By now Angie felt completely ashamed and screwed up her face in
self disgust as put out her tongue and licked the cum from his
penis. She could hear the photographer chuckling to himself as
he got the shots that he wanted of the total humiliation of the
American girl. Oh how the men would enjoy seeing these photos
and the video. Later they would all get a chance at her and he
was sure that he his own cock would enter that delightful body in
many ways over the next week or so. Of course there would be
many others but he would get his turn.
Then the Commandant made her put his penis back into his
underclothing and zip him up before he went back to his desk and
spoke into his phone. Angie was left kneeling in front of his
desk naked with her hair hanging over her face many strands
matted to it by her tears and his sweat. "Get dressed slut." He
instructed her. Wearily she got up and retrieved the scattered
remnants of her clothes from the floor. She put on her bra, very
aware that the photographer was still recording everything she
did. Then she put on what was left of her dress.
There was a knock on the door and a soldier came in carrying
Angie's suitcase. "Dear lady, we have your clothes and makeup
from your house, I want you to look pretty for my men tomorrow so
that they will enjoy you more. Be aware that if you look pretty
they take their time with you; if you are ugly they treat you
like a sow in a pig pen. So better you make yourself look good.
Understand?"
Angie nodded. She had to make herself into a prostitute for his
men. What did that mean? This was a big place and there could
be many men wanting to use her. "How many men do you have?" She
asked almost in a tremulous whisper. His reply was harsh and
coarse. "Not too many for a hooker like you. Two hundred and
thirty one men of all ages, but mostly young."
They have little experience of women you understand except for a
few whores in the town. An American woman is greatly desired and
I think that you will give them great pleasure for many weeks.
When they have finished with you, there will be nothing left for
a man to enjoy except for the worst scum. So then I give you to
the cheapest bordello in town. They will not charge for you but
just give you free to the poor men who cannot afford a hooker. I
think you will last two maybe three years." He laughed at the
thought of what this bitch will be like in three years.
He leaned towards Angie and said in a quiet voice. "There is any
alternative my dear. We need to find your lover Juan Carlos. We
killed four of his men but unfortunately he escaped. If you can
lead us to him, as a reward I will keep my men from you and maybe
even put you on a bus to go home. You can think of that tonight
for tomorrow you start your new job entertaining my men."
He snapped something in Spanish. The soldier took her firmly by
the arm and with her case in the other hand escorted her from the
room. As they left the Commandant gave further instructions to
the soldier and she could hear him laughing as the door closed.
Dressing to order
They left the room and made their way outside into the brilliant
sunshine. He took Angie across the main exercise yard in the
centre of the garrison, where there were many soldiers carrying
out different tasks and 20 or so men being drilled. As soon as
they saw Angie all the men in the area stopped to stare at her.
She tried to cover herself to stop them raping her with their
eyes.
Instead of taking Angie directly to her cell he took her to a
reviewing platform at one side of the yard. She was confused as
he took her up the steps to stand on the platform. From this
location she could be seen from everywhere in the yard. As she
looked around she could also see many faces watching her from
windows, and there was the Commandant standing on the balcony
outside his office looking down on her. Her heart sank as she saw
the photographer busy capturing the moment. She knew this would
be more sexual humiliation.
Her guard opened her case and started sorting through her
clothes. Then he straightened up and said in halting English.
"Please change clothes now." Not here in front of all these men
she thought. They don't expect me to dress in public like this.
"Now!" he commanded peremptorily. Angie looked at him shaking
her head with tears in her eyes "No please don't do this to me."
His only reply was to reach out and rip her dress from her
shoulders. With two hands he tore the dress apart and threw it
on to the ground. Angie was too frightened to move and just
stared at him with open eyes. Then he reached out and ripped her
black bra from her breasts leaving her naked. He kicked her
clothes off the platform to be eagerly retrieved by some of the
watching soldiers hungry or souvenirs of the American girl.
By now there were about 40 men gathered around to enjoy Angie's
nakedness. She tried to cover herself with one arm across her
breasts and her hand covering her crutch. "Please give me my
clothes." She whined to the soldier. He responded by reaching
into the case and holding up 3 of her bras to the audience. He
displayed them one by one to the men, who wolf whistled, cheered
and shouted at him in Spanish. The greatest cheer was for a very
skimpy white completely transparent lace bra that Angie had
bought hoping that she would wear it for Juan some day. He held
it out to her and gestured that she should put it on. She had
never worn it and couldn't believe that she would be putting it
on for the first time in front of an audience of sex starved
men.
She dropped her hands to her sides. These men were all going to
see her nude anyway and most of them would have sex with her,
what difference did it make if they saw her now. Despite
herself, she felt her body respond to being viewed by a crowd of
horny males. The men were silent now as they feasted their eyes
on the American girl's big tits. Her nipples were very puckered
and pointed so that they could all see that she was sexually
aroused and knew that she would be a good fuck. They strained
their eyes to see through her black pubic hairs to the place
where they would put their cocks tomorrow.
Angie put her hands through the straps of the bra and put it over
her breasts, then she reached behind her and did up the hooks.
Her breasts were not comfortably in the bra cups so she reached
down to pull the cups out a bit and pulled her breasts into
place. The men loved watching this intimate action of a woman
dressing. Most of them had never seen a woman put on a bra before
and certainly not a woman with such breasts and big nipples.
She had to go through the same performance with her panties. The
men chose the panties that matched the bra and were very brief
and totally transparent. Angie was already aware that the bra
she had on was worse than no bra as it concealed nothing and just
made her look more of a slut. The panties would be worse.
She took the flimsy clothing and stepped into them trying not to
open her legs to her audience, unsuccessfully judging from the
sighs and ribald comments.
The soldier showed the audience several items of clothing for
Angie to wear on top and then to her dismay held up a transparent
nightie, that she had bought from the same shop that the
underclothing had come from, planning to wear it on her first
night with Juan. Instead it would be defiled by being used to
provide sexual entertainment for these men.
She put it on. She knew she looked like a Playboy model or a
cheap prostitute in this outfit. Angie swallowed and let out a
trembling sigh as she thought of the way in which her skimpy
clothing was displaying her sex in broad daylight to over 40 men
who would assume that she was inviting them to be intimate with
her. She was being made to look like a hooker but she had no
choice, and in any case from what the Commandant had told her she
would get used to being a white slave. The thought was strangely
thrilling to her.
They made her put on high heels and then the guard led her down
the steps and took her across the yard. As she went past them
many of the men reached out and touched her breasts or felt her
bottom. Again there were many cameras making sure that this
moment lived on in the filthy minds of the onlookers and their
friends. Fortunately for Angie, at that time she had no idea
just how many men would enjoy her sex, had she known, she might
have been less composed.
From his balcony, the Commandant watched the pretty American
woman being escorted across the yard. He liked the clothing the
men had chosen for her, she looks like the whore she is, he
thought. A pretty whore though, good sized tits with nipples
that every man would like to suck on and her cunt had looked
tight and inviting. She would be a good fuck, what a pity to
waste her on those animals in the ranks.
He spoke to his aide, who was having similar thoughts. "She is
pretty, but the men will tear her to pieces. Remember the last
woman we gave them? The whore from town who stabbed one of the
men? For 3 days they filled every hole she had with cocks without
stopping. Even when she passed out or fell asleep they kept
using her. She was so raw and bloody that I thought she would
die from loss of blood. She died anyway, when they stuck that
carbine up her and cut off her tits."
"What happened to her tits?" "They are in the Trophy Room." The
aide replied. "Oh! Shriveled I suppose?" "Oh no sir, I had them
stuffed and mounted as you directed. They are as good as they
were when they filled her bra." "Oh good. I must come down and
see them. I suppose the men see them?" "Yes sir, those with
special merit get to spend 1 hour in the Trophy Room each day.
There is much competition for this reward."
"Hmm, the American girl has good tits and exceptional nipples' we
could use her as a coat stand." The Commandant giggled at his
feeble joke. "Can the man in the town stuff them so that the
nipples will support the weight of a coat?" "I am not sure sir,
I will find out." "She has a lovely cunt. Have we stuffed a
cunt before?" "Not to preserve it sir." "Of course" the
Commandant sniggered "we only stuff it with cocks. We have the
photos of her cunt?" "Yes sir." "Select 100 of the best photos
of her and have them enlarged for the album in my office. Also
put them up in the Trophy Room. I suppose we still have posters
of the old whore in the Theatre Room?" Yes sir." "Take them
down and replace them with posters of Angie the American girl.
She will like to see them when she goes there to entertain the
men, and make sure she visits the Trophy Room before she
pleasures the men." "Yes sir."
The Commandant ruminated in silence for a few minutes before
remarking to his aide "It will be a waste for this American girl
to die being fucked by the men. I will let the men have her but
only for a few hours each day so that she lasts longer.
First maybe we use her to set a trap for that Juan criminal."
"Take her as she is dressed, or maybe I should say undressed.'
He chuckled to himself at the memory of Angie's clothing. Tie
her up in the town square. Make sure she cannot cover herself or
stop any man touching her and looking at her. We will see if the
men in the town can resist playing with the American when she is
available to them. There will be great loss of face for Juan to
have his mistress touched and enjoyed by the common men in town
and he have to rescue her. Tie her up with chains to something
that cannot be moved so that he will have great difficulty
rescuing her. Post men around the square to capture him if he
tries."
"Keep her there for one week. Each morning see that she makes
herself up to look pretty and wear sexy clothes for the townsmen.
Put her out from 9am to 9pm. Feed her well and give her drinks
so she is in good condition. Keep her out of the sun.
Understood?" The aide saluted and left the room.