"Summer in Paradise" by Fox
Chapter 6
"Madre de Dios! Look at this!"
The two soldiers peered into the box, their eyes wide in surprise. One
spat upon the ground. "Fuck!"
They lifted Summer's tightly wrapped form out of the wooden crate. She
moaned to feel herself being moved around.
"Jackpot!" exclaimed the one soldier, again pumping his hips. "Let's see
what the witch has given us to play with."
"You think it's the bitch from the hotel? I heard she was a real piece."
"Who fucking cares? She's ours until the witch Angelita wants her back.
As long as we don't break anything or leave too many bruises, who cares what she
looks like now? She'll look just fine covered in my spunk!" he laughed. He
whipped out his knife and began to cut through the silver cocoon binding
Summer's body. The girl moaned as he nicked her skin with the razor sharp blade.
It didn't take long for the wrappings to be slit open and peeled back.
Summer grimaced in pain when the tape across her naked breasts was ripped off.
Red stripes the width of the tape crisscrossed her lightly freckled skin.
The soldier who had wielded the knife began to unbuckle his belt.
"Hey, wait!" said his companion. "Let's take our time and have some real
fun with her, okay?" He gestured with his head toward the doorway behind him.
Both ends of his belt now dangling loose, the soldier grinned widely.
"Fucking all right! Take her arms." With that, he grasped Summer's ankles and
lifted her legs off the ground. The other soldier picked the semi-conscious girl
up by the wrists and began walking backwards. He put Summer down when he reached
the door. Turning, he punched a series of numbers into a keypad next to the
door, and then placed a dog tag against a sensor. With a click, the door
unlocked. He turned the handle and applied pressure to open the door, before
picking up Summer once again.
Her head lolled back, red hair dragging on the ground, mouth slightly
open, and eyes closed.
"Hey man, she stinks of piss. Let's hose her down first, okay?"
"No matter to me."
They carried the hapless girl to a large ceramic stall and placed her on
the floor. There were shower nozzles set into the ceiling, and a set of controls
at either end. Metal rings bolted to the walls, floor and ceiling looked
incongruous in the stall.
One soldier turned the shower handle. A spray of water exploded from the
nozzle, drenching the naked girl. She sputtered, and slowly began to come back
to life. Summer tried to wipe the water away from her face, but the shower was
relentless. Slowly, she sat up, numbly taking stock of her surroundings. She
bumped her foot on a metal ring, but didn't seem to notice. Water poured down
her body, rivers of water across her breasts, her belly. She opened her mouth
to take in the liquid, then began catching it in her hands and thrusting it into
her mouth.
Her actions made the soldiers laugh. "Hey sweetheart," called the one with
his belt undone. "Your mouth will soon be full of other things! We'll see what
you like to drink then, he!"
His companion reached over and shut the water off. Summer crouched, a
soaked, bedraggled and bruised doll, shivering in the floor of the stall. The
other soldier reached in. Grabbing her by her wet hair, he pulled her out of the
shower. She cried out in pain and fear. Keeping his hand in her hair, the
soldier began to pull her along. Summer struggled to crawl behind him, her wet
flesh slipping on the cement floor.
The interior of the barn had been divided into several sections. There were
several closed rooms at the far end, and a series of unusually small horse
stalls along one wall. Where most barns would have a hayloft, this had a
mezzanine that was completely closed off. The shower stall was situated in a
corner beneath the mezzanine. In the other corner, nearest the horse stalls, was
a trough, several posts about 6 feet high and with rings at the top and bottom,
and a couple of small platforms, again with rings at the sides and legs.
But it was to the other side of the barn that the soldiers dragged
Summer. For that was the "play area".
Summer wanted to look up and see what was going on, but the hand in her
hair wouldn't let her. She scrambled along, half crawling half running behind
this stranger. She fell to her knees when he came to a stop. He released her
hair, and she could see her surroundings at last. Her heart almost gave out when
she looked around.
"No-o!" she whimpered. "Please, no! Let me go!"
"Let you go?" the soldier nearest Summer replied. "No, I don't think
so," he said in heavily accented English. He turned to his companion. "She says
we should let her go, what do you think, Leon?"
Grinning broadly, Leon stepped toward the crouching girl. He grabbed her
breast with one hand, then, pulling her head back with the other, forced a kiss
upon her.
"Ow!" He touched his tongue and lip. "The cunt bit me!" While the other
soldier laughed, Leon released his grip on Summer's hair. He slapped her hard,
across the face. She went down, in pain and exhaustion. Leon moved to kick her,
but his companion stepped in front of him.
"Hey, the witch said we could use her, but you hurt the bitch and the
witch will hurt you. Bad."
Leon spit on the floor. There were flecks of red in the saliva. He
grabbed Summer by the hair and thrust her face down. "Lick it up, cunt!"
Summer began to cry. The soldier was demanding something but she didn't
know Spanish so she had no idea what he was talking about. He pushed her face
down to the little gob of spit on the concrete. He pressed her face into it,
mashing her mouth against the cold floor. Humiliated, she licked up the spit
with her tongue and lips. The soldiers laughed.
Pulled to her feet by her hair, Summer was pushed toward a strange
looking arrangement of steel pipe, one of many in the immediate area. The end
nearest her formed an upside down V, with a connecting pipe running at a 90
degree angle for couple of feet, where it met a third pipe. This one crossed at
the horizontal running parallel to the floor, and was attached to the ceiling by
chains. At either end, another pipe led down to the floor, adding stability to
the structure.
The soldier named Leon pushed Summer up against the contraption, then
forced her to bend so that the cold steel pressed against her breastbone and
belly. Her breasts hung down on either side. She felt a broad strap being wound
around her waist, pinning her to the pipe. Rough hands spread her legs and
strapped her to the supporting pipe. She was bent over with legs spread wide,
her ass to the wind. Her wrists were strapped to the horizontal cross pipe. She
tried to pull her hands free, but the soldier buckled additional straps securing
her upper arms to the pipe. She felt more leather straps being applied, these
holding her thighs to the pipe - there was no possibility of her moving much
more than her hips and torso, and that only a small amount.
She dropped her head in hopeless frustration.
"You're gonna suck my cock," Leon growled, "and you're gonna swallow my
cum." He grabbed her hair and raised her head. "And if you try biting me, or
even think of it, I'll give you so much fucking pain you'll wish you were never
born. Got it, bitch?"
Summer didn't understand a word he said. Leon dropped his pants and took
his penis in his hand. Trousers around his ankles, he duck-walked forward and
presented himself to Summer's face. She tossed her head, desperate to avoid her
fate.
"Hey Leon, I don't think she wants to suck you," laughed the second
soldier. Leon barked back, "Then tell the slit in English that she better start
sucking, or else."
"Hey pussy girl," said Leon's companion, his voice ripe with laughter, "
you'd better show my friend here that your mouth is good for more than drinking
water!" He slapped Summer's upraised ass, hard, with his hand. "'Cos he's gonna
hurt you, bad, if you don't!"
Leon smacked her face, the imprint of his hand glowing bright red on her
cheek. Summer began to cry. Leon reached under and twisted her exposed breast,
and Summer opened her mouth.
He smelled foul, his meat salty and rubbery. She formed an 'O' with her
lips and moved her head back and forth by an inch. Leon placed his hands on
either side of her head and rammed himself into her, making her gag. He pumped
himself back and forth on her face, his eyes turning toward heaven as tears
poured down Summer's cheeks. She could feel his member growing bigger inside
her mouth, its purple head pushing against the back of her throat, making her
stomach heave, wanting to cough and choke. Lost in the fog of pain and
humiliation, Summer was only distantly aware of a hand harshly rubbing the cleft
between her legs. She groaned in pain, the sound moving around Leon's cock, as
rough fingers brutally invaded her.
The soldier unzipped his pants, his erection springing out as the cloth
fell to the floor. With his right hand, he guided himself into Summer's vaginal
passage, slowly pushing himself into her, luxuriating in the squeezing motions
of her resistance. She screamed, and he pushed harder, thrusting himself
forward until his cock was buried to the hilt. He paused for a moment, and then
pulled back as slowly as he entered. She was burning hot, tight with resistance,
just the way he loved it. Almost all the way out, he leaned back with a sigh of
pleasure and again, brutally buried his cock in the captive victim. As his
pleasure built, he thrust himself faster and faster, reveling in the sensations
building in his groin.
Without warning, he pulled himself all the way out of Summer's now red
slit. Using his hands to part her ass cheeks, he positioned himself against the
bud of her arse, and, with a slow, powerful thrust, pushed himself past her
sphincter ring and penetrated her anal passage. Summer howled in pain, the sound
muffled and distorted by Leon's cock. With a mighty grunt, Leon spent himself
into her open mouth, his seed splattering against the back of her throat. He
moaned, and buried his spasming meat in her oral cavity, her nose flattened
against his pubic hair. Within moments, his partner was ready to explode into
Summer's tight ass, the spunk set to pound into her backside like waves against
a rocky shore.
Leon withdrew from her mouth, and wiped his slickly shiny cock across
Summer's face. His cum drizzled out of her mouth as she gagged, then retched.
The soldier fucking her ass pulled out and shot his load on to the flesh
of her upraised butt and the dark crevice in between. He groaned in pleasure as
he shot his seed across her trembling skin.
With an awful retching sound, Summer puked the water and everything else
on to the concrete floor.
"Hey! That's gonna have to be cleaned up, bitch!" scolded Leon. "I think
I'll whip your ass for puking up my cum." He pulled his pants up and walked
around Summer. He pulled his belt from the loops on his trousers. It whistled in
the air before it landed on her wet flesh with a resounding crack.
"Ohh!" screamed Summer at the bite of the hard leather on her flesh. The
two soldiers laughed. Leon's companion lit a cigarette. Leon's wrist snapped
forward again. Another loud crack, another red weal on Summer's flesh.
"Nice ass," he said, laying a third stripe across her. "I like the way
it moves when she's whipped."
"Hey man," said Leon's companion with a self-satisfied smirk. "Let's trade
ends, and really give her something to remember, he?" He strutted over to
Summer's head, and caressed her face.
"Get the cunt to suck you off while I give her a whipping, okay?"
"Okay." The soldier leaned close to Summer's ear. "Listen bitch," he said in
his heavily accented English. "My friend here, he's gonna whip your tight little
ass while you suck my cock. Okay? Do a good job now, and maybe I'll get him to
go easy on you."
"Pleh, please ..." begged the girl. "Please, let me go? I won't tell anyone,
I promise, just let me go!"
The soldier took a puff of his cigarette. Leaning close, he blew the smoke in
her face. "But don't you understand, little girl? You won't tell anyone, because
we ain't never going to let you go!" He stood up straight and waved his now limp
cock in her face.
"Now, say hello to daddy." He repeated it in Spanish. Leon laughed, darkly.
He cocked his arm as Summer slowly opened her mouth.
