Sara's South American Adventure

Sara’s South American Adventure

Part 5—The Massage

When Rebecca spoke, the other girls stopped popping Sara with the towels. Rebecca smiled as the red marks covering little Sara’s body intensified. Her arms and legs were red and her tummy and back were a wide criss-cross of red marks and small welts from the wet towels. Rebecca smiled as she remembered Sara’s titties bouncing up and down and back and forth to the popping of the towels. One caught Sara on her right nipple and although Sara was gagged and she could not scream, you could see its impact on Sara’s face.

Courtney and Meagan each crouched by one of Sara’s feet and unhooked the ankle straps. As Sara’s feet touched the shower stall, she felt a rush of relief to be able to support herself on her tippy-toes. The popping was over and these were the girls who had soaped and caressed Sara. They were releasing her. Maybe Mr. Harris had gotten her real release from all this confusion. He was such a nice man and Sara was sure he was working hard to try to get this straightened out.

Meagan brought in a stepladder and placed it in front of Sara. Courtney still totally naked climbed on the first and then the second rung and then balanced herself on the top. When Courtney stepped onto the ladder, Courtney’s large rounded breasts were close to Sara’s face. As Courtney climbed to the next step, her nipples brushed against Sara’s face and bumped over the ball gag. When she got on the top of the ladder, Courtney’s pussy was directly in front of Sara. How humiliating this was. To be strapped spread eagle in the shower in front of all these girls; to have metal rods and plastic tubing run up her pussy and ass; to have water run through these rods and tubes and the water in her ass to extend her belly as if she was pregnant; then the voiding of the water and to be dried with a constant frenzy of wet popping towels all over her body; and now, to have a beautiful woman drag her ample breast and erect nipples across her face. Then when Courtney bent to release Sara’s right hand, Courtney’s pussy pressed up against Sara’s face and as Courtney repositioned herself to release the left hand, she continued to press her warm mound into Sara’s face.

When her hands were unhooked, Sara fell on the shower floor. Rebecca walked in and speaking to Meagan and Courtney said, “If you girls wouldn’t mind, please escort this slut to the massage room and ready her for her massage.”

Meagan took the leash that the guards had used to take Sara down the corridor and hooked it to Sara’s collar. Meagan jerked on the leash and Courtney nudged Sara with her foot as Meagan said, “Get up on all 4’s, you will crawl to the Massage Room.” Sara gathered herself as best she could and placed her hands palm down on the shower room floor. The tiles were wet, but warm. After placing her hands, and after another nudge by Courtney, Sara moved her legs underneath her and raised her ass up so that it was over her knees. “That’s a good little slut-puppy,” said Meagan, “now follow me.”

Meagan led and Sara began her crawl. Her hair draped down in front of her. It partly covered her eyes, and since it swung when she crawled, Sara could not see her surroundings very well. This was bad since she did not know where she was going and might bump into something, but good so that Sara would not have to see Courtney and Meagan watching her crawl. Sara wanted to ask them: where she was going; was it far away or close by; what was going to happen to her? The red rubber ball wedged into her jaw, however, prevented these questions from escaping her lips.

As Sara crawled over the small wall of tiles that separated the shower from the locker room, Sara could see between the strands of her hair a number of feet a small distance away. She could hear voices of girls laughing and snickering and again heard the words, ‘slut, whore, tramp, smuggler’ bantered about. Then Sara saw among the naked feet, a pair of high heel navy pumps. “Courtney, please pull the slut’s hair into a ponytail so she can see where she is crawling and so she can see what the women of this country think of a drug-smuggling whore,” said Rebecca. Courtney took a clip from Rebecca, yanked Sara’s hair and bound it into the tightest ponytail Sara had ever experienced. It felt like her hair was being pulled out. Sara looked up to see that all the girls who had ‘towel-dried’ her in the shower had gathered to watch her crawl. They were grinning and pointing at Sara. Some were laughing and a few had gone into another part of the lounge to get even more women to watch Sara as she crawled.

The girls lined the walls and Meagan led Sara forward. Courtney occasionally popped Sara with a towel to keep her moving. Each time Courtney popped Sara, Sara could hear Courtney and the other girls laugh. The towel stung her already sore bottom. Meagan held the leash in a way so that Sara had to keep her head up and she would have to see each girl watching her as she made her way through the lounge. The girls seemed to be enjoying themselves at Sara’s expense. Sara also noticed that each of the girls was remarkably beautiful. Some were tall like Rebecca and dark like Rebecca; others were short; others fair skinned and blond; some looked Hispanic; others white and black; and many looked like a racial mix; but all were gorgeous. And all seemed delighted to be able to watch inch ahead on all 4’s.

Meagan led Sara into another room. There were a number of tables in the room. Each was padded and looked like the massage tables at Daddy’s club (when Sara had snuck in there once.) Meagan kept leading Sara toward one table. There was a small step at the bottom of the table and Meagan told Sara to use it to get on the table. Sara crawled onto the table and then lay down on her tummy. Courtney went to Sara’s left hand and a woman dressed in a white top and skirt went to Sara’s right hand. They each grabbed a hand and took the wrist restraint and hooked it onto the table. They crouched down and flipped a lever under the table. Sara was looking to her left and saw Courtney crouch down naked. Sara remembered how Courtney’s titties and pussy had been pressed against her face, the softness of her breast, the hard nipples and the downy hair of her pussy. Sara stared at these as Courtney worked the hooks and lever. The levers released a portion of the table and Sara’s arms, which were extended in front of her, were spread far apart. Then the women went to Sara’s legs and repeated the process. When it was completed, Sara felt totally exposed. Sara’s pussy was stretched open and her arms were pinned down on the extensions of the table in front of her. In the shower she had been chained in a standing spread eagle position, now she was lying on her tummy with her hands and legs spread wide.

Rebecca stood in front of Sara, inches away from her face. Sara could smell Rebecca’s deep rich perfume. Rebecca grabbed Sara’s hair by the ponytail and lifted her head. “I certainly hope you are enjoying your day of pampering. This is your next part and will be a full body massage. Enjoy!”

The woman in the short white skirt and top stood before Sara. The lights began to dim and soft music started playing. Sara started to relax. The woman pulled Sara’s hair out of the way and took a blindfold and tied it around Sara’s head. Even with her eyes open, Sara saw only darkness. Sara felt the woman, or what she thought was the woman near her right leg. She began kneading the muscles in Sara’s foot and then moved to her calf, commenting that the calf was very tight and working the soreness out. Sara wanted to answer, but the ball-gag prevented it. Sara had noticed that the woman wore white running shoes and short white socks. The masseuse was short and blond. She had clear blue eyes. Her name was Felicia. Felicia’s hair was a little shorter than her shoulders and cut in a perky flip. She was thin, but looked like a girl who had played athletics all her life. She had strong legs and large breasts, much larger than Sara’s, and strong arms and hands. The hands progressed up Sara’s right leg to her right thigh, getting the kinks out.

After Felicia was through with the right leg, she moved over to Sara’s left leg: first the foot, then the calf and finally the thigh. Sara’s blood began to pulse and her legs seemed to float. Felicia quickly moved from the legs to Sara’s hands and arms and again Felicia started with the right and moved from the hands to the forearm and then the bicep. Once she had completed the right Felicia moved to the left. By now Sara was so relaxed she was almost asleep.

As she floated in her state of semi-consciousness, Sara thought back on her day: the arrival at the airport and being marched to the General’s office; the stripping and searching and interrogation; the discussion about her problem with Mommy, Mr. Harris and that horrible General, as if Sara was not even in the room; being forced to her knees and having to suck the General’s and Mr. Harris’ cocks while she was being spanked first by that mean Rebecca and then by Mommy; being led naked down the corridor by a collar and leash, prodded at gunpoint as people watched and pointed and laughed at her and then being chained in the showers; her being gagged and then having rods and tubes run up her pussy and ass while, what seemed to be, gallons of water were pumped into her pussy and ass; then whipped by a group of women with wet towels; and finally Sara had to crawl through the lounge while all the women stared and laughed some more.

Sara was glad that in this room there was only the one woman who continued to work on Sara’s shoulder and back. Gradually she moved down Sara’s back to her bottom. She kneaded the right cheek, then the left and slowly worked her way to the crack of her ass and slipped two fingers in Sara’s pussy. Sara let out a little moan. “My, my, after all you have been through one would think that you would be dry as a desert not wet as a swamp. You really must a slut,” remarked Felicia.

Sara cringed at this remark. She knew she had been a little loose back home, but she was not a slut. Felicia kept slipping in more fingers and replacing one with another all the while squeezing Sara’s bottom. Felicia worked one entire hand in Sara’s pussy past the third row of knuckles and was amazed how easily her entire hand slid in up to her wrist. Sara let out a mix of a cry and a moan. She could not tell if it hurt terribly or felt absolutely wonderful.

“Well, well, what have we here,” exclaimed Rebecca, “a little fisting?”

“Look how easily it slipped in Rebecca,” explained Felicia. “She accepts it as if she has been fisted for many years.”

“Being an American teenage slut, I would think that is quite possible,” responded Rebecca.

How Sara hated that horrible Rebecca. What Felicia had been doing felt nice and now Rebecca was making her out to be a dirty little tramp again.

Sara could not see Felicia’s hand in her pussy since she was blindfolded. The music was a bit louder and so Sara did not hear, but first felt the sting of the leather belt as it slapped across her bare well-massaged bottom. Felicia still had her fist in Sara and Sara suspected Rebecca was once again the source of her spanking. That bitch Rebecca… crack …across both cheeks… snap … across the right cheek… snap …across the left cheek… crack …across both again… The entire time Felicia kept her hand buried in Sara’s pussy. As the belting quickened, Sara felt a tightening in her stomach. It spread to her pussy. The spankings continued as Rebecca in her navy suit and pumps brought the belt down again and again across Sara’s bare bottom.

“The slut is actually lifting her ass up to receive the spankings,” cried Felicia. “She is truly an American teenage whore. She knows she deserves this punishment. ”

Sara began to fight the feeling welling up inside her. She refused to cum as Rebecca spanked her. Then Felicia jammed her fist up even further; Sara felt like it was in the bottom of her throat; and as the belt flew and stung and reddened Sara’s already red and sore bottom, Sara lost control and came and came…and… came!

“I see she likes the bite of the belt,” exclaimed Rebecca. “Let’s see what will happen with your hand in her pussy, if you grab her button.” With this, Felicia grabbed and pinched and twisted Sara’s clit with her free hand. Upon first contact, Sara let out an involuntary moan. Sara hated Rebecca seeing her enjoy this. Then with the pinch of her clit, Sara let out a second louder moan. And when Felicia roughly twisted Sara’s clit, she once again…came and came and came! “Oh my goodness, my hand is drenched,” exclaimed Felicia.

“I will help you turn her over to complete the massage of her front,’ said Rebecca.

Sara could not see them, but was aware that Rebecca and Felicia went to Sara’s hands and collapsed the extensions together. They unhooked the right restraint and hooked it into the left. They then unhooked the left and put it in the right. Sara was still lying on her tummy with a red ball-gag in her mouth and blindfolded with her hands crossed in front of her. Being moved around like this, Sara felt like a piece of meat or an invalid in a hospital. The women repeated the process on her legs: first moving the extensions in, then hooking and rehooking the restraints. They then completed flipping Sara and retraced their steps in order to spread Sara’s restrained hands and legs.

Sara was now on her back and once again spread eagle and totally exposed. Her hips hurt as Sara’s legs were pulled so wide apart and her pussy was so open that she could feel the cool flow of the air conditioning on it. She realized how vulnerable she was and that she could not free herself. Sara knew that the massage was not completed and did not know what else was in store for her. Sara had suffered much already that day and she was still on the table. How she wished Mr. Harris could do something quickly.

Felicia worked on Sara’s legs and then her arms. Sara was drifting back into her state of euphoria. After she worked on Sara’s last arm, Felicia placed her hands on Sara’s titties. She lifted them and squeezed them gently. Felicia moved her hands from the whole breast to the nipples. She picked up Sara’s titties by the nipples and jiggled each one. “For a girl your age you have fine, large well-shaped and firm titties. I bet many men in America have loved playing with them,” Felicia said.

With this, Felicia pinched Sara’s titties. Felicia’s strong hands twisted them and pinched them harder and harder, alternating from one to the other. Sara squirmed, but her restraints prevented her from moving away from Felicia’s claw-like grasp. Felicia dug her nails into the base of Sara’s titties and alternatively pumped one and then the other in the worst manner.

Sara was so distracted by her tittie torture that she was not aware of a presence between her spread thighs. Rebecca had watched Felicia abuse Sara’s titties. She had removed her navy skirt, and stood in her white thigh high stockings, white garter belt and navy Italian pumps. She wore no panties. The General forbid it and she probably would not wear them anyway: her schooling had taught her that men preferred their girls that way, and Rebecca was trained to pleasure men.

Rebecca had taken the leather belt she had used to spank Sara and had buckled it around her hips. Rebecca reached into a bag and extracted a long thick dildo, the same color as Rebecca’s skin. Rebecca attached the base of the dildo into the belt and watched as Felicia continued the tittie torture.

Rebecca approached Sara’s stretched pussy and placed the tip of the enormous dildo on the outside of Sara’s lips. Sara recoiled as best she could when she felt it. Sara had no idea what it was, but knew it was not something she did not want. She edged away from whatever it was and although she could move only a few inches, it threw off the angle of Rebecca’s anticipated thrusts. Rebecca signaled Felicia and both of them drug Sara down the table about three inches: Felicia grabbed Sara’s firm titties and yanked her down and Rebecca grabbed Sara’s hips and dug her nails in as she drug Sara’s pussy down to the edge of the table.

Sara screamed into her gag. What was happening now: a fisting; an unbelievable spanking; her constant cumming; this painful pushing and pulling; and now that her pussy was on the edge of the table, what had touched her outer lips of her pussy?

When Rebecca repositioned the dildo, she inserted the head inside Sara a little bit. Then Rebecca rose up on her toes, dug her nails into Sara’s hips in order to bring them forward and in one motion buried the dildo to its base inside Sara. Rebecca could hear Sara screaming even with the ball-gag in place. Rebecca withdrew the dildo to its tip and then plunged again. She fell into a rhythm: withdrawing it almost entirely and then plunging deeper and deeper each time. Felicia kept squeezing and twisting and pinching Sara’s titties and Rebecca rapidly fucked her with the strap-on.

Initially… uggghhh …., gasped Sara to herself, I… uuugghhh …did not feel….. uuuggghhhh …..the dildo….. uugghhhh ….because of the pinching….. uuuughhh ……and twisting…… uuggghh ….of my titties…..Now I barely feel my titties because……. uuughhhh ….how hard…. uuuggghhhh ….. that bitch… uughhhh ….Rebecca is raping…. my … my … my pussy.

Felicia stepped away from Sara and peeled off her tight top, skirt and bra and panties. Leaving on her running shoes and socks, Felicia approached Sara. She removed the ball-gag and blindfold. Sara was screaming with a mix of delight and pain. Neither Rebecca nor Felicia nor even Sara knew which was which. Then Felicia climbed onto the table and straddled Sara. “What are you doing?” shouted Sara.

“Shut up or the ball gag goes right back,” commanded Rebecca. Sara knew Rebecca was serious and made no idle threats and so Sara kept quiet.

Felicia had the balance of the gymnast that she was and gradually lowered her pussy onto Sara’s face. Sara could see a glistening on Felicia’s hair and lips. When her pussy was about two inches away from Sara, Felicia stopped and told Sara to begin licking her. Sara refused and said so loudly. Without moving an inch, Felicia slapped Sara’s titties first with her left hand and then with her right. “Unless you want more of that, I suggest you do as I say,” remarked Felicia. Immediately, Sara began to lick Felicia’s outer lips. Felicia inched herself down another tiny bit and Sara’s tongue slowly crept further inside Felicia’s pussy. Sara could tell that Felicia was getting moister around her lips and the wetness was increasing and spreading.

At the same time, Rebecca continued to hammer away with her strap-on at Sara’s exposed pussy. Thrusting deep...then out...then deep...then out…Sara’s breathing was in sync with Rebecca’s thrusts, but now with Felicia almost on Sara’s face it was harder and harder for Sara to maintain this pattern.

Felicia squeezed her muscular thighs against Sara’s head and dropped another tiny bit and Sara stuck her tongue further into the compact blond. Then Felicia lowered herself entirely onto Sara’s face. Sara’s tongue darted in and out rapidly and nibbled and bit on Felicia’s pussy. Felicia ground her pussy into Sara’s face and began freely riding Sara’s face. Felicia’s strong hands grabbed Sara’s titties like the pommel of a saddle and hung on to keep her balance. Her nails bit into Sara’s titties and Felicia pinched and twisted the nipples as she rode.

Although the blindfold was removed, all Sara could see was Felicia’s pussy and ass and legs. Felicia’s pussy was pressed so tightly against Sara’s mouth and nose she had trouble breathing. If she ever let up for a second, Felicia ground her pussy deeper onto Sara’s face and squeezed Sara’s titties even harder.

As Felicia was about to cum, Rebecca withdrew from Sara and Rebecca also climbed onto the table. Rebecca straddled Sara, removed the dildo from the belt and placed the base of the dildo on Sara’s tummy. Rebecca then inserted the dildo deep inside of herself. She now rode on top of Sara as if Sara was wearing the strap-on. Rebecca grabbed Sara’s titties and when she did, Felicia released her grip and grabbed Sara’s ponytail. Rebecca violently pulled and tugged and wrenched Sara’s titties one way and then the next, and Felicia forced Sara’s head into her by pulling the ponytail.

Rebecca and Felicia faced each other as they straddled Sara and bucked up and down wildly. The bucking was so severe that Sara thought that she would be bounced off the table if she were not strapped down. The girls smiled and looked deeply in each other’s eyes as they rode Sara. Their breasts bounced and their hair danced in frenzy. Felicia felt Sara’s tongue slide in and out of her pussy and Rebecca felt Sara press her pelvis against the dildo, driving it farther into Rebecca’s pussy.

Felicia came and then shortly thereafter Rebecca came also. They collapsed onto each other and held each other for a few minutes to catch their breath. As they did this each fondled the other’s breasts. Rebecca moved her head a bit sideways and pulled Felicia’s head to her. They deeply kissed one another. Sara was aware that the women had moved toward each other, but due to Felicia’s pussy on her face, Sara was unable to see what was happening. When the kiss broke, Felicia and Rebecca got dressed as Sara lay on the table.

Then Sara complained, “What you did to me was terrible and all, but I was almost cumming and I didn’t, and what will I do now…you have made me so horny?”

Felicia and Rebecca laughed as they unbuckled Sara’s restraints. They doubled her arms up behind her and attached her wrist restraints to her collar. Rebeccca said, “ We have made you horny? I doubt we could make a teenage American whore horny. And haven’t you cum enough today, slut?

Felicia added, “To make sure you cannot make yourself cum, we have fixed your hands so you cannot masturbate.”

“Her massage is over. Please, Felicia, lead her to the Make-up and Dressing room to ready her for lunch, ” concluded Rebecca.

To be continued…