Female company
When they locked her back in her cell, Angie threw herself on the
small stretcher bed and sobbed her heart out. She could not
imagine that any woman could be treated the way she had been and
she felt completely dirty and humiliated. All those men had been
looking at the most private parts of her body and obviously
enjoying her. They had taken so many photos of her, what would
happen to them? She was sure that many, many men would get to
view her intimately and make coarse jokes about her. They would
even see her sucking that man's disgusting penis. Oh God she
felt like a slut and prostitute. How could this have happened to
her?
Then she remembered that he said he would give her to the men.
What did that really mean? Surely they wouldn't all have sex
with her. Over 200 men he said. What would men like that do to
a woman like her? She really had no idea. Obviously they would
have intercourse with her. She thought of the horrible guard's
big hard penis thrusting into the dry tissues of her vagina and
immediately felt she must vomit. Not 200 like that surely, she
wouldn't survive 10 let alone 200, her insides would be ripped
out by cocks. These men were brutes they wouldn't care how much
they hurt her.
She was startled by the sound of the cell door opening and looked
up with her teary eyes wide in fear. What now? To her surprise
an attractive middle aged woman came into the cell. The woman
was obviously concerned at Angie's condition and with much
clucking and unintelligible Spanish took her to a well furnished
bedroom somewhere in the garrison. Later Angie was to find out
that this woman had been the Commandant's mistress for many years
and beneath that warm and caring faade she was cool and
calculating but never cruel. She had lived in California for
some years and spoke excellent English.
In the bedroom, she helped Angie undress and bathe. Then she
made Angie lie on the bed while she powdered her and put some
cream on her sore areas. While emotionally Angie was sexually
battered, physically she was fine. Apart from a fading bruise on
her cheek, there was little to show of her ordeal.
The woman' whose name was Ella, had a huge array of cosmetics on
her dressing table and Angie was soon treating her like an old
friend as she experimented with makeup and Ella brushed her
hair.
After 2 hours, Angie felt relaxed and attractive again. It was
surprising how a bath, makeup and the company of another woman
could wipe out the cruel degradation of men.
Then Ella indicated that Angie should get dressed again. Angie
looked for fresh clothing but there was none. Just the flimsy
see thru underwear and nightwear she had come in. Although these
were still clean she couldn't bear the thought of having to wear
them again. What had been intended to be sexy and attractive to
Juan now represented the vilest of male attention.
As Ella was very insistent that she had to wear the clothes she
came in, Angie reluctantly put on the see thru bra and panties.
After putting on the nightie she looked in the mirror and was
shocked to see her reflection. With the makeup she knew she
looked very pretty and almost pure, but her skimpy clothing just
served to partially conceal her body. She could see her nipples
showing clearly through the material and the dark V of her black
pubic hairs. She looked like some model out of a men's magazine.
She just hoped that there were not many soldiers around as they
escorted her back to her cell.
Journey by jeep
Two soldiers accompanied her through the labyrinth of dark
corridors and they both managed to touch her breasts as they
assisted her through many doorways. At one dark place one of the
soldiers attempted to kiss her and put his hand between her legs,
but the other man dragged him off growling at him in Spanish.
Suddenly they were out in the brilliant sunshine descending steps
into the exercise yard. As her eyes became accustomed to the
bright light, Angie saw what she feared, there were many soldiers
lounging about obviously waiting for her appearance. Now every
male eye was on her, devouring her body, touching themselves, she
could see budges in the pants of many of them as they raped her
with their eyes. She caught her breath and closed her eyes in
pain as she thought of all those hard penises that she would have
to submit to later.
Many of the men had video cameras focused on her, some even
pointing the lenses deliberately at her chest or crotch. She
became horribly aware that the flimsy material of the bra she was
wearing wasn't designed to support her and that with every step
her breasts were jiggling around. This seemed to fascinate the
men and the movement was being captured on several cameras. She
desperately tried to think of how she could control her breasts
and thought of holding them in her hands but decided that this
would just excite the men more, so she tried to support them by
folding her arms as she walked. This just made her breasts jut
out more and she knew that despite herself, her nipples had
hardened with the attention they were receiving, which probably
made her thrusting breasts look even more obscene. Every camera
seemed to be pointed at her breasts now and Angie bit her lip as
she became aware that her arms were stretching the material of
the nightie across her nipples and making it more transparent.
Hesitantly, she dropped her arms again only to feel her breasts
flopping around.
She had been so preoccupied that she was suddenly confused when
she realized that they were not going back to her cell, instead
she was being pushed into the back seat of an army jeep, with her
escort on either side. Once they were through the gates of the
garrison and were driving through the streets of the town, her
escort took advantage of the brief time they had to play with the
American girl. Angie felt two rough hands on each of her legs
moving up the inside of her thighs. Instinctively she grabbed at
the hands to stop them getting to her. They responded by holding
her wrists to her side in vice-like grips, while they used their
other hands to explore her. One of them was trying to kiss her
and she could smell his garlic breath, until the other man warned
him off. They had been instructed not to touch her and a kiss
would smear her lipstick.
The driver adjusted his mirror to view Angie's chest and spoke
harshly to the men in the back. They laughed and shrugged their
shoulders. The man in the front passenger seat turned around to
leer at Angie. His front teeth were blackened and broken; all
Angie could think of was that he could do with a good dentist.
She felt fingers tugging at the lace bows that held the neck of
the nightie together, and looked down to see them opening her
front.
Angie struggled an moaned "please don't do that." but she was
held tight and had to put up with having the top of her
nightdress pulled open to reveal her breasts hardly covered by
the transparent lacy bra. She felt a rough hand feeling inside
the cup of the right breast and pulling it out to show the men in
front. Then her left breast was also exposed to them. The man
in the passenger seat was actually dribbling with saliva running
out of the side of his mouth as he gazed at Angie's white
breasts. He reached out to tweak her right nipple. Then the
driver snapped something and re-adjusted his mirror. Her escorts
hurriedly pulled her bra cups back over her breasts and tied the
bodice together again.
Angie looked out of the window and saw that they were in the
crowded main square of the town. To her horror, the jeep stopped
and the soldiers opened the door gesturing for her to get out.
They were going to make her walk through the square dressed like
this, in front of all these people!
They forced her out of the vehicle and made her walk through the
crowds into the centre of the square. This was even worse than
being made to walk though the garrison as this was totally
public. Anybody could see her and in some way she felt more
ashamed knowing that women were watching her as well as the
inevitable eyes of the men. The women would pity her and think
she is a slut; the men would just want to have sex with her. She
was going to be publicly humiliated as well as in private.
In the centre of the square there was a wooden structure designed
to provide a resting place and shade for the townspeople. It was
also used as a general gathering place as it had a drinking water
fountain and hexagonal columns on which posters could be
displayed. She knew that Juan had frequently posted
revolutionary posters there in the middle of the night, although
the soldiers invariably tore them down or covered them up in the
morning.
In the very centre of the structure there was an open area with a
low podium around a central supporting wooden post. This was
used by the mayor, traveling entertainers and sales men as an
area to display their wares. Although it was shaded it was
relatively well lit as sheets of translucent plastic had been
used in the roofing instead of the corrugated iron used elsewhere
in the structure.
The soldiers forced poor Angie onto this platform. She already
was weeping again with her head hung with the shame of being
publicly displayed walking through the main square in her
underwear They handcuffed her wrists behind her back and around
the main post which was big enough to force her shoulders back
and her breasts forward. Then they did the same thing to her
ankles so that he legs were forced apart and her feet back either
side of the post. This had the effect of forcing her to push her
pelvis forward in a lewd fashion as though she was trying to show
off her pubic area.
Then to stop her sliding down the pole into a crouching position,
they fastened another chain from the handcuffs on her wrists up
over her head to one of the rafters. Chained in this way, Angie
found that she could not move and was force to crudely exhibit
herself through her scanty clothing.
Public display
By the time the soldiers had finished securing Angie and left
her, there was a crowd of about 30 people standing around her
staring at her. These were mostly men and boys. Many of the
boys looked as though they had never seen a semi naked woman
before and their eyes were goggling at her. There were a few
women eyeing her up and down probably comparing her body with
their own. One of these spat at her and shouted something in
Spanish.
Just as Angie was beginning to think that she would have to spend
the rest of the day being stared at and insulted, a strange thing
happened. Two old ladies arrived and started shouting at the
crowd, and then a middle aged man came through the crowd and
climbed up on to Angie's platform. He spoke to the crowd and
they hung their heads in shame and started to disperse. In 10
minutes they were all gone and Angie was left by herself for the
rest of the day.
On the way back the guards in the jeep took advantage of her
again and this time they managed to get their fingers into her
vagina and she had to endure having rough dirty fingers explore
inside her.
That evening the Commandant came to her cell and asked if she was
ready to lead him to Juan's hideout. Angie refused and he
explained to her that he was using her as bait to get Juan to
come into the city to rescue her. The idea of being rescued
filled Angie with joy, but she quickly realized that with those
chains on it would be difficult to free her. He said he would
try this for a week and if it failed he would give her to the men
to play with. Then she would decide to co-operate.
Four days passed in the same way as the first. The guards would
molest her in the jeep but always be careful for their attentions
not to show. Angie almost got used to being fondled and touched
by the dirty hands of these men. The guards seemed to be
different every day, she thought. She didn't know that there was
great competition to be her escort and the sergeant was doing
well from the bribes he was receiving. Each day the men in her
escort would go back to the barracks to boast of what they had
done with Angie, and to describe her intimate parts in great
detail. Every man in the garrison was counting the hours to
Saturday when they had been promised that Angie would entertain
them all in the Theatre Room.
Each morning she was bathed and made up by Ella and forced to
wear sexually provocative clothing. One day she had to wear just
a white dress with no underclothing and after they had chained
her up the guards casually unzipped the front of her dress so
that it gaped open revealing glimpses of her breasts. Another
day she was force to go into the square wearing nothing but a
black see through bra and panties.
Of course all the soldiers had a good look at her but the people
of the town stayed away leaving her to a private misery.
By the end of the fourth day the Commandant had decided that the
bait in the trap was not alluring enough as the townsfolk were
deliberately ignoring her. That evening in her cell he told
Angie that since none of the men in the town had the courage to
play with her he would allow his men time off duty to see that
she had plenty of attention in the square. He would have his
photographer record everything and display photos of her
degradation on the display columns in the square. This would
happen for three days then if Juan did not come he would give her
to his men. The first day the soldiers would concentrate on her
breasts, the second on her ass and the third on her cunt.
Angie received this information with disbelief. How could he
list parts of her body like that and say that the men would
concentrate on them. What did that mean? She was soon to find
out.
Breast day
The next day, Ella made her wear fairly respectable clothes, a
matching pair of pretty gingham cotton bra and panties, with
tight jeans and a white blouse.
She was chained up as usual but about 20 minutes after the
soldiers had left a group of about six off duty soldiers arrived
wearing civilian clothing. Angie's heart sank when she saw the
Commandant's photographer was with them and that all the men
carried cameras. She knew that this would be the beginning of
the "concentration" on her breasts.
They started off photographing her with themselves in various
poses and then occasionally touching her breast. Then one of
them started to undo the buttons of her blouse while the others
recorded his actions with their digital cameras. He kissed
Angie's neck and the curve of her breast making loud mmmmm noises
to the amusement of his friends. Soon her blouse was completely
undone and they could see her pretty bra. As she was handcuffed
he could not remove the blouse completely but pulled it back over
her shoulders so that it did not obscure the view of her bra clad
breasts.
Then he carefully pushed the straps of her bra through their
adjustment rings until they were undone. Angie's breasts sagged
slightly at the loss of support resulting in comments from the
onlookers. She could smell his foul breath as he put his arms
around her and reached behind her back to undo her bra. Angie
just gave a low moan as she felt her breasts sag further as they
lost all support. She could feel the cotton of her bra slipping
off her breasts and the air touching her skin as she was
uncovered. All night she had been waiting, worrying about this
moment when for the first time in her life her breasts would be
completely exposed in public while she was chained up and unable
to do anything to protect them. She had been resigned to having
male eyes on her but now that it had happened she still felt a
sense of shock and pain.
As a teenager, Angie had developed late. She had always been a
tomboy and very flat-chested, not unusual for an Asian. Then at
17 her breasts had begun to swell and grew until she had to wear
a 34 inch bra with a C cup. Suddenly men showed and interest in
Angie and she caught them looking at her chest.
Although she was painfully shy about her breasts, secretly she
was proud of them. Angie was modest and went to great lengths to
protect and conceal her breasts from boyfriends. Her ex-husband
had been the first and until recently the only man she had
allowed to see and touch her breasts. All this modesty seemed
wasted now, as she was on show to any man who wanted to look.
Angie had always had large nipples, but as she matured they
seemed to point out more than other women. She had been
frequently embarrassed by them as they would harden on their own
at the most unexpected and inconvenient times. In the office
where she worked as a secretary sometimes men would make an
indirect comment about Angie's breasts or nipples. If she said
something they would say "you have a good point there Angie" or
"You always have good points Angie" she knew what they really
meant and so did everybody else in the office, and every time
Angie's nipples would immediately harden, much to all the guys
delight.
Frequently men would mistake the behaviour of her nipples for
sexual arousal and assume that she wanted sex. They soon learned
that this was not what she meant, although privately Angie knew
that it was sexual excitement that made her nipples harden.
Right now she was tied up in the open in a public square with her
naked breasts exposed to 6 horny soldiers. Angie looked down and
sure enough her nipples were standing out like pegs.
The men loved this. They played with her nipples, pulling on
them and sucking them. Each had to be photographed sucking on
Angie's nipples and holding her breasts. Soon more off duty
soldiers arrived to join in the fun with Angie's tits. They
loved to lift them up and then let go so that they could watch
them jiggle up and down, or to cup them in their hands so they
could discuss their size and weight.
They noticed that Angie's breasts were not completely even. Her
left breast was larger and hung slightly lower than her right
(see photo on page 9 of illustrated version). Consequently they
spent much time holding both her breasts and comparing them,
lifting the left one to make it match the right, or seeing if
they could hold each breast completely in their hands.
Fortunately, Angie could not understand the comments they made,
although she knew from their harsh laughter that they were not
being nice to her.
One of them tried to draw a face on Angie's breast with a pencil,
but it would not leave a clear mark, so he went into one of the
side streets and came back with some makeup which he had taken
from some woman's handbag. He drew a face in lipstick on her
left breast.
One of the other men didn't like this and took a blue eyeliner
pencil to add more detail and put some lipstick on Angie's nipple
to make the nose red.
When he stood back to admire his work he decided he didn't like
it . So he wiped the makeup off Angie's tit with some tissues
and makeup removal cream. Then he started again using black
mascara to draw the eyes and whiskers of a mouse on Angie's left
breast, so that her nipple looked like the nose of the mouse.
They all had digital cameras and took photos of the faces drawn
on her tit, but they liked the mouse one best and were greatly
amused by Angie's expression when they showed her the photos of
the mouse face. Angie had to admit that her breast did look very
much like a mouse in the photo.
This photo of Angie's left breast became very popular around the
town and later a journalist drew a better version which was to be
seen all over the world and made into picture postcards. Once
this would have been the most horrifying thing that could happen
to Angie, to have her breast publicly viewed across the world on
postcard racks, but by the time it happened, it would be a very
minor sexual exploitation for her.
Angie soon lost count of the number of men who had touched her
breasts or posed for photos with them. By the end of the day she
thought that maybe 70 men had played with her. She felt sore
from continual handling, especially her nipples which had been
sucked on all day long.
On the way back in the jeep she didn't care what her escort did
with her and let them feel her sore breasts and finger her
vagina.
Somehow the continual use of her breasts seemed to make her
stronger and she was even less likely to agree to the
Commandant's nightly demands for her to take him to Juan's
hideout.
Ass day
That night Angie worried about what would happen to her bottom
the next day. She could not imagine what interest men could have
in that part of her body. The knowledge that it would be exposed
all day was not at all sexually exciting to her but made her feel
crude and ashamed. Perhaps that was the purpose of making her go
through this day.
Ella dressed her and made her up as usual but spent more time on
her backside, powdering the cheeks and ensuring that her anus was
completely clean. She made Angie wear a black bra and brief
black panties, with a full skirted dress that zipped down the
back.
The zip caused a problem for her escort as they did not have time
to fully unzip it and pull the top of her dress down to get at
her breasts. She was thankful for this as her breasts were still
sore from the previous day's mauling. Instead they worked on her
cunt, which she accepted with resignation. They seemed to think
that pushing their dirty fingers in and out of her would arouse
her. It actually had the opposite effect and for some strange
reason made her feel sleepy.
When they got to the centre of the square they took Angie to one
of the benches firmly cemented in around the podium. They
positioned her at one end of the bench and made her kneel down
with her chest pressing against the seat and her knees on the
ground. They were unusually considerate as they put cushions
under her knees and for her head to rest on as she lay face down
on the bench.
Then they cuffed her wrists together under the bench and then
they put a chain around both legs behind the knees and padlocked
them together under the bench. In this way she was kneeling down
with her ass in the air. To make her ass more prominent they put
several cushions under her pelvis which forced her to arch the
base of her back and ass up into the air.
In this position Angie was actually quite comfortable, although
from an onlooker's point of view that main thing you would see
was her ass. When the guard's left, the off duty soldiers
started to gather around her.
All day long, Angie could feel them doing things to her ass, but
was unable to see exactly what they were doing to, except when
they showed her photos. Also she had no clear idea how many men
were behind her as she could only see those who were standing to
one side.
She felt them lift her dress up over her ass until it covered her
head and she could see nothing at all. Next she felt her panties
being cut off with a knife and the cool air on the skin of her
naked butt. She could feel them writing on the flesh of her
buttocks. There were howls of laughter at what they had written.
They showed her photos of it. They had drawn large arrows to her
anus and to her vagina with text written in Spanish next to the
arrows. She could only imaging what it might say. Until then
she hadn't realized that her vagina was also on show.
Irrationally she thought "That's not supposed to happen until
tomorrow."
After that every man signed his name on her cheeks and had to be
photographed with her. This usually meant putting his fingers
into her anus or vagina or both. She could feel them hold the
cheeks of her ass open to expose her anal ring to view.
Sometimes they kissed or licked either or both of her holes in a
pose for photographs.
Angie got used to having fingers in her; every man seemed to want
to do it. Nobody had put his penis in her yet except for the
sentry on the night she got captured. Angie assumed this was
because the Commandant had forbidden it and they were all scared
of the Commandant. She was only half right. If any man had used
his cock on her, at the very least he would have been beaten up
by his fellow men. They all knew that she was being saved for
Saturday night when they would all get the opportunity to put
their cocks in all of the American girl's holes. There would be
great competition to be the first in each of her holes.
Then they started putting other things in her ass, initially just
the stems of some flowers. This felt strange and tickled but did
not hurt and they thought it was very funny to have a bunch of
flowers growing out of the American girl's ass and took photos to
show to their friends.
Then bigger things, a national flag on a stick which was shoved
into her, this hurt as they had to push it in some way before it
would stay in, Then a large wooden baton or something, which
made her feel as though she needed to shit and was very painful.
By the end of the day, Angie's ass had been greatly used and was
sore from having things put into it, but they had not been
excessive for fear of upsetting the Commandant. Angie was
ashamed of what they had done to her but was in no pain. Much of
the time she had slept and dreamt of Juan. It was the next day
that she dreaded.
As she had no panties on, it was easy for her escort to get to
her vagina and ass on the way back. They even made her show her
ass to the driver looking in his rear view mirror. They thought
the words written there and the signatures were hilarious and
enjoyed playing with her. Perhaps because of the things
written on her, they treated her more roughly than usual and for
the first time she experienced a man trying unsuccessfully to put
his entire fist into her vagina, which was excruciating as he
stretched the tissues of her vulva.
Cunt day
It was Friday and the day she dreaded was upon her. Worse
tomorrow was Saturday and she couldn't bear to think of what was
going to happen to her on Saturday night.
In the morning, Ella got her ready as usually, paying special
attention to her pubic hairs, washing them and even combing then.
When Angie looked for her clothes there was only a black see
through bra, nothing else. She protested about this but to no
avail. "Oh no, they want me to go into the square wearing
nothing but a bra" she thought.
She could scarcely believe it, knowing that her vagina would be
on public display all day and would be used for male amusement.
Then she thought of the soldiers and how their cocks would be
hard wanting to enter her. Perhaps they would put there cocks in
her and she would be gang raped in a public square.
Surprisingly, these thoughts began to excite her. Then she
groaned to herself. "Oh no, I am getting turned on." She was
alarmed to feel the juices of her vagina starting to run.
Somehow, despite her horror at being exposed that way, her body
still responded with a sexual arousal that she did not want. She
worried that the men would see that she was aroused, worse her
juices might drip as they had with her husband sometimes when she
became very stimulated. Then they would know that she really is
a slut.
She had to endure the usual crowd of onlookers taking photos as
they took her to the jeep. She tried to put her hands over her
pubic area as she had done on other days, but this time her
escort held her arms firmly at her sides to prevent her attempt
at modesty. It wasn't just modesty that had motivated her; she
could feel wetness in her vagina and was scared that her juice
would run out. Not only did the greedy eyes of a crowd of men
affect her, but also the cameras. With her breasts covered and
the area between her legs open to view, all the cameras were
focused on her sex many with zoom lenses.
Then to her horror she felt a drop of liquid running down the
inside of her left thigh. It must be her period, which was
almost due, "oh please, please, please don't let it be her
period' she thought. She couldn't spend the day with her
menstruating vagina on view. She just had to check to see if it
was blood. Slowing down she opened her legs as she walked and
tried to look quickly at the inside of her thigh, hoping that
nobody would notice. Angie breathed a sigh of relief when she
saw a clear liquid and not the blood she had been dreading.
Later she grasped that in looking at herself she had made a
terrible mistake. It only served to draw the attention of the
men surrounding her to the drop of liquid. There was great
excitement and shouts as they pointed out to each other the
glistening juices coming out of her pubic area and running down
the smooth skin of her inner thigh.
Having gotten over her worries about her period, it dawned on
Angie what a revolting slut she was, her genitals were
lubricating her vaginal passage to facilitate the entry of the
penises of the men surrounding her. The excess liquid running
out of her served to advertise the fact that she was ready for
sex, like a bitch on heat.
Then her guard actually stopped her walking so that the men take
photo's of her wet thigh. Of course she clamped her legs
together but her escort forced them apart with their boots.
Closing her legs had smeared the liquid but that didn't stop men
wiping some onto their fingers, smelling and tasting with rough
comments all around. As she was immobilized some of the men
actually put their fingers into her vagina and then waved them to
everybody to show how they were wet and shining with Angie's cunt
juice.
Angie waited until they were finished molesting her with her head
down looking at the ground and her eyes closed. This way her
hair covered her face to conceal her deep shame of the odious
response of her body to male attention.
After what seemed to be a long time they put her in the jeep.
Here, her escort took great delight in fingering her wetness and
she felt guilty when she began to feel aroused again by their
touch. She was scared that she would have an orgasm as a result.
That would be terrible. They were equally interested in her
breasts and took her bra off so she was completely nude.
They had a great time playing with every part of her and for the
first time, the men either side of her got their hard cocks out
and started to rub them against Angie. She wondered if it was
the smell and feel of her juices that made them do this, but in
reality it was because they knew that tomorrow was Saturday and
that then she would get to know those cocks much better. Later,
Angie was to realize that news of the secretion of her juices had
rapidly spread all over the garrison and that this was a turning
point for the men, from then on they stopped treating her like a
foreign lady and more like the slut she was.
As usual the square was deserted and so the walk to the centre in
only a bra was not as bad as it could have been. They chained
Angie to a bench in the same way as they had the previous day,
except this time she was lying on her back, with her legs apart
either side of the bench and her wrists and ankles handcuffed
underneath the bench. Again they put a pillow under her head and
several under her ass to push her pubic area up so it was
displayed more prominently.
This was obviously the day the men had been waiting for and there
was a huge crowd to view the American's cunt. There were endless
photos of her with men holding her lips open, kissing and licking
her cunt. She could feel them playing with her clitoris which
felt swollen with all the touching and attention, although she
could not be sure. Many of them sucked on her clitoris. They
tried sticking flowers and a flag into her but they would not
stay upright like they had in her ass so they gave up.
The highlight of the day seemed to be when one of the men put a
large cigar into her and lit it. Then men loved to see the
American slut smoking a cigar. They showed Angie photographs and
she pulled a face disgusted by the things they were doing to her.
She remembered seeing a movie a long time ago, in which an Asian
woman had smoked cigarettes with her vagina in a bar and even
blown smoke rings. She hoped they would not expect her to do
that. She had no idea how to smoke a cigarette with that part of
her body.
By the end of the day, over100 men had viewed, touched and played
with her genitalia and Angie felt tired, dirty and used.
On the way back she sensed a change in her escort. They handled
her roughly and kept calling her "puta" a prostitute. As soon as
they were in the jeep they got their cocks out and pulled her bra
off without unhooking it so that the hooks were ripped off. They
crudely and painfully pulled at her tits and made her rub them up
against their cocks smearing pre-cum over her breasts. One of
them pulled her face down on to him and pushed his cock against
her lips trying to force it into her mouth, while the other
rubbed his cock up against the lips of her vagina, but didn't
actually push it in. Angie nearly opened her mouth to let the
insistent cock in but was saved by arriving back at the garrison.
They pulled her out of the jeep naked, not allowing her to
retrieve her bra. There was a huge crowd of men waiting for her
to cross the exercise yard. The driver had deliberately stopped
the greatest distance from her cell so she had walk across the
entire yard with her nude body on show. To make it worse, this
time her guard handcuffed Angie's wrists behind her back so she
couldn't hide her body at all from the lascivious and greedy
stares of the crowd.
As she walked her breasts jiggled but this time there was nothing
she could do to stop them. Everything was on show. The men
shouted coarse Spanish at her as she passed and made rude signs
with their hands and arms, making it clear what they would be
doing to Angie on Saturday. They even chanted "Saturday puta" at
her. Many of the men had hard penises out and waved them at her
to show her the wonderful things they had in store for her.
Going up the steps to her cell Angie felt many hands on her
touching her pulling at her breasts, feeling her ass and trying
to get into her vagina. It was horrible and as they locked the
door behind her she fell naked on her bed and sobbed for over an
hour.