Sara's South American Adventure

Part 1---Introduction, Background and Arrival

What a wild and confusing last few months. First her Daddy, well adopted Daddy, died shortly after her sixteenth birthday and she was so upset. Her adopted Mommy was also extremely bereaved. sara and Mommy simply did not know how they were going to support themselves. Mommy confided in sara that she had no idea whether Daddy's business was successful or how to handle investments or how even to arrange the funeral details or collect any insurance.  Both were so grateful when Mr. Harris, Daddy's business partner, volunteered to sort out the mess and give them guidance.

He explained that Daddy owned a minority interest in their business. The business was worth a fair amount of money, but Daddy's interest was subject to a Buy-Sell agreement and the stock, after Daddy's death, was to be held in trust. There was insurance on Daddy, but it was something called ‘key-man' and the death proceeds all went to the company to compensate it for the loss of Daddy's services. Mr. Harris was the Executor of Daddy's will, the Trustee of the Trust, and President and majority shareholder of the company. Mr. Harris was so kind to offer Mommy a job at the company and said if sara was a good girl she might get to work there this summer. sara thought that she and Mommy were so lucky to have such a nice friend to look after them..

During the last few years Daddy and Mr. Harris and some of their friends and business customers had gone hunting each year in South America and before Daddy's death they had planned another trip. It happened to coincide with sara's Spring Break and Mr. Harris suggested to Mommy that Mommy and sara might want to go on the trip to keep up the family tradition and to take their minds off the past events. In fact a number of the men on the trip were fathers to girlfriends of sara from high school. So here sara was, sitting between Mr. Harris and Mommy on a jumbo jet on her way to South America.   

sara had been out partying the night before she left. She seemed to be out partying all the time after her 16 th birthday. She had thrown her clothes and gun together when she got in It was Daddy's old shotgun, a fine English side-by-side 20 gauge Mr. Harris had given him. She knew she could sleep on the flight.

Her partying had lasted well into the night and she and some older college girls she was friends with had hooked up with some fraternity boys, smoked some dope, drank quite a bit and then she had given head to 3 of the boys as they drove her home, each crawling into the backseat of the Tahoe to take their turn. sara was very careful to not do anything with boys at her school. She had a reputation in high school as a ‘goodie goodie' and a tease. She loved to work up her boyfriends from high school, letting them occasionally touch her titties , which had grown to small 34d's during the last year, but never going all the way or allowing them to orgasm. sara had acquired the nickname…the blueball bitch…she loved to have them beg her to give them a handjob , but she never would. Wow, had she been fooling those high school boys and girls. In fact, a number of the senior cheerleaders' college boyfriends had met sara last summer and fucked her when their girlfriends were away at cheerleader camp. With her long dark hair, full pouty lips,  cute lil ass…or so she was always told…thin frame and such massive tities for her size, she never seemed to have problems attracting her friends' boyfriends.  

sara always had suspected Daddy of knowing she was a bit promiscuous, but Mommy was so naïve. sara used to apply her makeup much heavier and often change clothes after she left the house so her Mommy wouldn't catch on. It seemed that now every weekend night and sometimes on even school nights she ended up doing a head-bob for some new man. She loved the way it felt…she even would orgasm from her only sucking a cock … and she loved the attention it got here…but she would just die if Mommy and her high school girlfriends ever found out.

Mr. Harris had given a list of things to Mommy and Mommy had given it to sara about what to pack and not pack for the trip, but sara had been on hunting trips before and knew what to take and anyway she just had to party real hard last night. When she had dressed this morning she pulled on the ‘lace up the front' skin tight jeans she had had on last night, or, she giggled, had worn for at least a few hours last night until she had gotten into the Tahoe, her favorite Brittney Spears crop top and her new 4 inch red mules…her ‘fuck me pumps'…as her college girlfriends called them. She hadn't done any wash lately, too much partying, and since it was a vacation, she had not bothered to put on or pack a bra or panties. The top was so tight and the jeans cut so low, that she had thought about not wearing them around Mommy, but sara was in such a rush this morning and she loved the way the top stretched over her 34d's that…well…she just ‘did it'.

 

Mr. Harris was older than Daddy, but so handsome: tall, thick dark hair, always happy to see her and a twinkle in his eye as if he knew what she was thinking. All of a sudden, she remembered that those 3 cute college boys had told sara that she was the ‘best cocksucker' they had ever had, even better than any of the sorority girls…At this point a grin crept across sara's face and Mr. Harris saw it and smiled back…'if he only knew what I was thinking' sara thought…. If only she knew what I was thinking, he mused .

sara  then fell asleep leaning against Mr. Harris, reminiscing to herself about last night and looking forward to having fun on this trip. She awoke shortly before the landing gear was being lowered. sara grabbed her backpack and Daddy's camera case, followed Mommy and Mr. Harris and the other men down the concourse to retrieve her luggage and then got in line to clear customs.

Part 2--Search

The uniformed men, at the tables all stared at her Brittney Spears top and sara's barely contained ta-tas with the outlined nipples as she stood in line. She liked the attention and pulled her shoulders back and pushed them out a bit farther knowing that the handsome soldiers could only look but not touch. How she loved to tease. Gee it was cold here, so different from Texas in April, certainly approaching winter here. The cold air hardened and poked her marble-sized nipples against her t-shirt even farther. All the bags were being searched. ‘Buenos dias senorita, welcome to our humble country. Do you have anything to declare?' the man said as he opened her suitcase.  ‘No' said sara as the man began to rifle through her belongings, inspecting her clothes and accessories.

As he opened her camera case he sorted through some film canisters… sara immediately froze, perspiration popped on her teenage forehead…her palms became clammy, her throat closed. she had forgotten…she hid her stash in the used small film canisters and in her haste in packing today did not take the ones out which contained her dope. The customs agent shook one, then another and each made a click-click sound of plastic on plastic…the third sort of swished…' Ques es esta , senorita?' as he pried open the lid…and out poured a full canister of marijuana. Upon shaking the remaining canisters he found 2 more dope-filled canisters…'Come this way, senorita'.

Mommy having already cleared customs could not clearly see what was going on, but vaguely overheard the commotion. ‘ sara … sara …what is going on… what have you done…now !' she shouted. Two soldiers grabbed sara's arms and pinned them behind her. sara felt cold steel against her wrists and a sharp pinching as handcuffs were snapped shut. she looked up to Mr. Harris who with a big grin on his face said to sara , ‘everything is going to be perfect.'

sara was led by an officer down a long cinder-block gray corridor with a smooth cement floor and she was continually  nudged forward with the muzzle of an Uzi on each side. A fourth soldier carried her backpack, purse and camera case, while a fifth wheeled her luggage and carried her guncase . At the end of the corridor she stumbled into a large, heavy oak door. The officer opened it and she was half-dragged, half-pushed by the soldiers into a large richly appointed receptionist area. sara collapsed on the floor before an ornate desk with a beautiful tall thin dark-haired woman behind it. Sara was relieved to see a refined, upper class lady who sara knew would get everything cleared up, so she could rejoin her party and be on her way. The woman was not dressed in a military uniform, but a dark navy wool suit over a shimmering silk white blouse and a strand of very large heavy iridescent pearls with matching earrings. She spoke in rapid Spanish to the soldiers. Sara awaited her to speak to her and was elated to hear the lady speak to sara in perfect unaccented English.  Were her ears playing tricks on her…had the lady really said…'The General will be most appreciative of your misfortune, lil one.' What was happening? Couldn't this lady tell she was different from a common thief? What did she mean…he would be appreciative?

The woman rose and went through a door at the far end of the reception area and sara saw the back of her tight fitting skirt, rich stockings and Italian navy pumps. When the door opened again the woman stepped out and with a sweep of her hand said, ‘The General will now see you.' The soldiers pushed sara forward with the ends of their weapons and the woman entered behind them and shut the door.   

sara stood before a broad bull of a man with a full mustache and piercing black eyes. He had a scar on his right cheek beginning at the corner of his eye. He was in a khaki shirt with 2 gold stars on each epaulet. ‘So what have we here Lieutenant, another teenage American whore who tries to smuggle drugs into our country?'

‘Yes, General, she was apprehended trying to clear customs'.

‘And has she been searched.?'

‘Yes, General, her carry-on luggage has been searched'.

sara trembled as they spoke. Her legs wobbled on her mules. Maintaining her balance was difficult in the mules and even more so with her hands cuffed behind her. Sara breathed heavily, she was scared and the large breaths caused her large breasts to heave up and down. she was aware that everyone in the room was focused on her titties , even the lady. sara thought her titties would explode through the thin t-shirt. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have left the drugs in the case? How was she going to fix this? Why hadn't she listened to Mommy and worn something more sensible?  Maybe Mommy or certainly Mr. Harris could explain and get her out of this.

‘No…no…Lieutenant…,' the General snapped, ‘has she been searched?. ‘Perhaps she is hiding more drugs …Rebecca, remove her clothes.'

The lady approached sara with a sly smile and dancing eyes. ‘Do not move as I remove your clothes' warned Rebecca. Filled with fear, sara broke for the door, but was instantly stopped by the crossed guns of 2 of the soldiers. They pushed her forward and now sara lost her balance. As she was dragged to her feet with her hands still cuffed behind her, Rebecca bitch-slapped sara with such force it nearly toppled her again. ‘Hold her while I strip the whore' she ordered. sara could feel redlines deepening on her pretty face.

sara could not believe this was happening. With one soldier training a gun on sara , Rebecca grabbed the Brittney Spears neckline and roughly ripped it in two. Sara's titties billowed out and Rebecca slapped them as they swung, first from the left and then with even greater force from the right. The soldiers, Rebecca, and most of all, the General laughed as 5 finger-width stripes reddened across each tittie and as they bounced and jiggled after each striking. ‘She is a young cow with fine udders, and, of course being, an American slut, she wears no bra', the General laughed. sara was so ashamed. she never had been treated like this…why hadn't she worn a bra…and udders…a cow…and being bitchslapped …that was for a ghetto girl or white thrash…not a privileged private school princess.

‘Take her to the floor, so I can get the jeans', Rebecca ordered, and immediately sara was pushed down and held on the floor. It hurt to be on her back with her arms pinned beneath her as the steel cut into her thin wrists. Rebecca unlaced sara's jeans, pushed them down to her knees, then grabbed her shoes and quickly stripped the jeans off entirely.  ‘Stand her back up', the General shouted.

Now totally naked, sara was pulled back up and then ordered to get into her mules. Putting the mules back on was difficult with her hands behind her and once on, the ‘fuck me pumps' added considerably to her height, and also placed her titties and pussy on display as well.

‘My, my, lil one. no bra, no panties, …American girls are such whores nowadays with no respect for themselves or their bodies and in such a hurry to fuck that they wear no undergarments', snarled the General. ‘This slut mocks the poor in our country, who cannot afford proper clothes and this American tramp who has everything is such a whore she wears nothing.' She heard the men and Rebecca snicker as they soon realized that not only was sara naked, but that she was standing before them with a shaven pussy as well. Why had she bothered to do that this done that this morning…why had she not used the time to take out those film canisters instead…she knew the boys all liked her to have it shaven, but when would anyone have seen it on this trip…what had she been thinking…now she was totally exposed to these people.

‘Now search her ,' ordered the General. Search her? ..thought sara …search me…haven't they already done that…they have already taken off my clothes…stripped me naked in front of everyone…what more could they do…it was already so humiliating.

‘Put her behind the chair and bend her forward', said Rebecca. The Lieutenant grabbed a fist full of sara's hair and lurched her forward and the muzzle of 2 guns prodded from behind. They positioned sara facing the back of a solid mahogany straight back chair with a leather seat and no arms. The Lieutenant continued to pull her forward until the back of the chair cut deeply into her youthful tummy.  The 2 soldiers then kicked open sara's legs with their boots so that her mules were about 6 inches on either side of the rear chair legs. She felt helpless, exposed and humiliated….and she could not move.

Rebecca then replaced the Lieutenant and yanked sara up so that their faces were inches apart. She spit into sara's face and the saliva ran down sara's right cheek. Rebecca's free hand and sharp red nails dug into sara's right breast, kneading, twisting… sara recoiled from the digging nails…Rebecca pulled her down by grabbing the tittie and yanking downward and then Rebecca moved to her nipple, which she pinched so hard, sara thought Rebecca might pierce it. Releasing the right tittie , Rebecca repeated the drill on sara's left one. She then lifted sara's head by grabbing it by the jaw and pinching it so that it forced open sara's mouth. Rebecca ran her fingers inside sara's pouty lips and around sara's tongue. Continuing to hold sara's hair, Rebecca moved behind sara and sara heard a plastic snapping sound. The first feeling sara had was when the gloved fist was three knuckles deep in her pussy. sara twisted up, trying to get away from the glove and the sudden pain, but the soldiers spread her legs further. Rebecca chuckled, ‘General, the glove goes in easily…she is wet, I believe this excites her'.  ‘No…no…stop,' sara screamed and this time her outburst was met with a slap by the Lieutenant. ‘Silence, or it will be much worse,' he warned.

But it was true, sara thought, she was being humiliated…stripped naked, bent over a chair, her titties abused, and her pussy violated by a woman's hand…but she was excited and could feel her wetness running down her outstretched thighs…was she really such a slut?  Then Rebecca's hand probed deeper and sara involuntarily clenched her vaginal muscles and pressed her pussy down onto Rebecca's hand. sara spasmed once, then again, as then she came with an intensity she had never felt before…how was this happening to her?

Rebecca withdrew her hand and sara could feel both her inner thighs being drenched as her juices freely trailed the removing glove. sara was unaware that a hush had fallen over the room with only sara's post-orgasm labored breathing being audible. Before sara regained her breath, she felt a smear of greasy goo between the cheeks of her bottom. Oh no, she thought, I have never had anyone or anything in my ass before. Then slowly one, then a second and finally a 3 rd finger filled sara's ass. Rebecca rotated, wiggled and prodded her fingers and in slipped a 4 th , then the 5th and slowly Rebecca's entire hand was inserted. sara shuddered and could not believe that a woman in a tailored navy suit was behind her with a surgical glove up her ass. It was as if sara was a hand puppet and Rebecca was manipulating sara's movements with her gloved hand. And people were watching this happen to her…an entire group. sara bit her lower lip and didn't know whether to cry from pain or scream with excitement, the two intense feelings appeared to almost overlap and sara was dizzily pitched in both directions. Then the glove was redrawn and sara's tummy sank back onto the chair back. she started to regain her breath and to try to restore whatever sliver of dignity she had remaining.

Just an hour ago sara had been so happy and carefree. The party last night; the compliments of her performance by the fraternity boys; the excitement of the jumbo jet ride; the peaceful sleep against Mr. Harris…hey that was right…Mr. Harris…he could fix this...he could set everything right…he could explain it to these people. He and Mommy could get her out of this.

‘She is hiding nothing either on her or inside of herself, General,' Rebecca said. ‘Stand her up and search her remaining luggage in the other office and call in her parents', the General replied.

Part 3—The Interview

‘Molly, let me do the talking with the General', Mr. Harris said. ‘Men in South America respond better to other men and I have been here a number of times for business and pleasure. We will see what is going on and what we can do for sara .'

‘Of course Mr. Harris, you have been so kind and considerate to me and sara and I cannot believe she did this to you after all the effort you have put forth for us. So often nowadays I cannot get her to do the correct thing' lamented Molly.  

Rebecca had repinned her hair into her typical tight bun in the back of her head after the search of sara and had reapplied her precise makeup such that neither Molly nor Mr. Harris could tell the intensity of the recent search. ‘Come right in, the General will see you now', smiled Rebecca.

The General's office was on the 3 rd floor, shaped in a triangle in the corner of the airport building with the door in the wall opposite the General's desk and the other 2 walls being sheer plates of glass. It made for a wonderful view of the landing strips and the air traffic. The glass must have been thick because the sound in the office was minimal even with a slate floor. Faint strains of a Mozart waltz wafted through the air as well. It gave the office a busy, yet serene feel which Molly thought could be quite pleasant.

The General came around his desk and warmly greeted Mr. Harris and then Molly. He pulled a chair out for Molly facing the desk on the right side and Mr. Harris went to the one on the left. Molly, however, was amazed that neither Mr. Harris nor the General commented or spoke about the disheveled, naked girl standing to the left of Mr. Harris' chair with the 4-inch red-heeled mules and the red round object wedged into her mouth. It was obvious it was sara , but neither spoke about her. In fact neither acted as if she was even there. she could have been a sculpture or a piece of furniture for the limited amount of attention that they gave the naked girl.

From Molly's seat, she directly looked at sara and although Molly had entered the office with only the desire to rescue sara , now she looked at the naked girl before her with equal parts: awe at the eroticism of the restrained and gagged girl in the intense sunlight in front of the plate glass windows, pity for the state the girl was in, and disgust that this whore was her daughter.

‘I understand Mr. Harris you and your group are here in our country to shoot palomas ,' the General began.

‘Yes, General, I have arranged many trips here to shoot them and rid the farmers of the doves they view as pests,' Mr. Harris replied.

And have you found your prior trips to be pleasurable and entertaining?

Why, yes, General, and I think this trip is shaping up to be the best yet.

Best yet, thought sara … best yet, thought Molly…what was he thinking…this was the worst yet, they felt.

You see General, the reports I have received from the ranchers indicate the hatch to have been excellent and the shooting so far to be superb. It is interesting that in my country, doves are viewed as prized game birds and in your country they are viewed as scavengers and pests.

Yes, Mr. Harris our cultures are similar in many ways, but in some ways there are marked differences.

‘And often,' Mr. Harris volunteered, ‘When there is a difference, I wish my country followed your path more often. We have become a soft and overly tolerant culture and do not know how to deal with destructive and dangerous behavior.'

Molly watched as the men freely talked and she occasionally stole a glance at sara who stood there, naked, hair draped in her face, with the red gag in her mouth. It further shocked Molly to see that the handsome Lieutenant who was in–charge of the custom stations was holding a leather tether that was attached to a collar around sara's neck and that sara's hands were handcuffed behind her back. But when had sara gotten such huge titties Molly wondered.  Titties that size just screamed …slut! And then Molly became aware that not only was sara naked, gagged and handcuffed, but she also had no hair below her head. She had shaved everywhere, including her pussy. Maybe, Molly thought, there was a lot about sara that she didn't know about.

What were these men talking about? sara thought. Why isn't Mr. Harris explaining what happened and that it was a mistake and that if they paid a fine it would all be cleared up? Why was she still naked, and still handcuffed and now had a gag in her mouth and a collar around her neck and a leash on, like a dog or something? Why didn't the men or her Mommy look over at her? Why was the beautiful lady, whose hand she had made her cum, sitting there taking notes? Why...why …why…?  Sara was just so humiliated that Mr. Harris and her Mommy had seen her like this.  

Molly wanted to speak, but had told Mr. Harris he could do the talking. Molly then studied the General's assistant seated to her right facing everyone and taking notes. The lady was beautiful to the point of being striking and was turned out in an elegant manner: a statement of class. Whereas sara , her daughter, well her adopted daughter, was a statement of…what…trash…a whore…she was not sure, but Molly knew she did not like it and was beginning to not like sara .  

The General continued, ‘One of the differences in our cultures was experienced this morning in our customs area. It appears that a girl traveling with your party tried to smuggle drugs into our country. As you know this is a very serious offense.'

‘Yes, I am aware and apologize for her behavior. I am not her father, but Molly here is her mother and her father was my former business partner. He died recently and sara and Molly came along on this trip. I have tried to assist them in many of the details surrounding his death, but cannot seem to overcome some of their deeply entrenched permissive ways, especially towards the girl.'

What was he saying…thought sara …how could he make this judgment.. what did he know about anything…he had been helpful , but….

Mr. Harris continued, ‘Her father used to tell me that he highly suspected sara of very early promiscuous activity. You see, she is adopted, and her real mother was a whore in Texas. Apparently the apple does not fall far from the tree, eh, General.

‘I have seen it quite often,' the General chuckled. ‘For her, there will be a trial, or perhaps a guilty plea can be arranged with a steep fine to avoid prison time. You see the prisons in our country are not like yours, we do not coddle them the prisoners…although this girl needs to learn a lesson, our prisons are no place for a 15-year-old girl, even a slut like this one,' the General stated.

With this sara became more optimistic… Mr. Harris was going to get her out of this…get her cute sexy clothes back…get this ball out of her mouth…. get this collar off her neck… and this dog thing off her…

‘You see, Mr. Harris although the smuggling of drugs is a serious offense, the amount in question is small enough that something might be arranged. There could be a moderate bond set and then she could be released into your custody for the duration of the trip.'

Sara was almost free…this was great…soon she would have her luggage back, would get dressed and they would be on there way to the ranch and although this had been humiliating, she would get over it and somehow she liked Mr. Harris' seeing her naked…he seemed to be liking Mommy in a romantic way, but sara liked Mr. Harris and when sara liked someone she would do anything to get him, no matter which other girl liked him…but sara thought…maybe she was really becoming a slut…she wondered if Mr.. Harris was telling the truth about her real mother…

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, ‘Enter' said the General. ‘Sir' said the soldier, ‘the search of her luggage did not uncover any more drugs.' ‘Alright' thought sara this should be over quickly. ‘But General in the gun case there were 4 boxes of these' said the soldier as he thunked 4 boxes of shotgun shells on the General's desk.'

What did this mean?…thought sara … these were just a few cheap shotgun shells from a dove hunt she went on in South Texas with her Daddy last year…what's the big deal. Then she realized that the General was looking at her and smiling and her Mommy was looking at her with her hand over her mouth shocked and Mr. Harris' eyes were twinkling with the biggest grin she had ever seen on his face.

‘I am afraid, Senor Harris, that it is illegal to bring in ammunition into our country. It is one of our leading industries and is one we are very protective of. Therefore, for each shell there is a 10-day prison term and since there are 4 boxes of 25 each that makes 1,000 days or about 3 years…so as you can see it is a different story now.'

Sara twisted at the leash. The Lieutenant held it taut. All eyes were on her.

‘Sara…how could you…first the drugs and now this…I gave you the list of things to bring and not to bring that Mr. Harris gave me. Did you not read it? I am so fed up with you, whatever happens to you, you deserve,' Mommy shouted..

The General interrupted, ‘I can understand how you would be upset… ahhmm …Rebecca, please bring us some coffee. There are a few concluding details Mr. Harris and I must work out.'

Rebecca brought in coffee for the General, Mr. Harris and Molly. Rebecca poured and the General came around the desk to join the other two. Mr. Harris, I believe we can still release the slut to your custody, but there in all likelihood will be a trial. Also there are a few additional conditions.  Molly did not speak and sara could not believe this was happening. She had almost been free and now this.

First, we must keep the girl's luggage and all possessions she brought into the country as evidence. Second you must check in with each field office along the way to and and from the ranch. Third, a new collar will be placed on her neck. Fourth until she arrives at the ranch she will have to remain handcuffed except when she is  only the truck when she will be locked in a dog kennel. And finally upon your return, you will report back to me. Mr. Harris, do you agree to all this/

I do not find anything-objectionable…do you Molly?

‘No' said Molly. Well,  I sure as hell do thought sara …what about me… don't I get to say if I agree. I do not want to be handcuffed and in a kennel..But she was gagged and standing to the side naked in her mules, handcuffs and collar/leash.

‘Well then it is all settled', said the General. ‘Isn't the coffee excellent? We grow it here…handpicked by prisoners. Now in these types of negotiations, before a prisoner is turned over, an officer can exercise a perk of the office; one perk which I like, especially with young American girls. Would it bother anyone if the slut showed off her talents by giving me a blowjob?

‘General', said Mr. Harris,' I think you have been more than fair. If after such an ordeal you would like to sample her talents, I think it is only befitting. And you Molly what do you say?'

Getting up, Molly said, ‘I said earlier she deserves what she gets, so if that is what you want General, I am OK with it. I will just excuse myself.'

‘No…no….I would think nothing of spoiling your coffee, please stay and we can all observe her talents.'

‘But Mr. Harris…General…I would really rather…'

‘Perhaps, Madam, you would like to hear more about the prison your lil slut will get to stay in,' the General said as Molly took her seat.

Rebecca, release her gag and direct her into position. Rebecca took the tether and pulled sara over in front of the General. ‘Do not move until told to and eyes on the General,' said Rebecca. She went over to a cabinet on the wall, opened it and removed a long, thin riding crop.

sara was in the middle of the coffee gathering now. she was in front of the general and Mr. Harris and Mommy were on either side. sara knew what was about to happen and that Mommy and Mr. Harries would see her. she was humiliated. How could it have gotten this far. she had almost been freee . And on top of this Mommy said she deserved it and Mr. Harris almost offered her to the General. This was so gross…at least her friends at school would never know or would never see this….naked in red heels…. titties sticking out…a shaved pussy…a red ball gag in her mouth and her hand cuffed behind her…

Molly looked at sara …she certainly looked like a whore…far advanced beyond her 15 years…her titties were huge….all the girls Molly knew with titties that size were true sluts…..and a shaved pussy…why would a 15 year old girl do that…completely shaved…wow…and the high heels..Molly tried to remember when sara began wearing them…she was once again drawn back to those huge titties …and not only huge titties but huge erect nipples like what was happening here turned sara on…and Molly knew all about sara's real mother…a whore…Mr. Harris was correct about that… the girl had sara when she was 16, sara's age now…she had been a part-time receptionist at the company and Mr. Harris had arranged the adoption for Molly since Molly could not have a child. Molly had seen the girl at the company a number of times when she went to visit her husband. The girl was short, like sara , with huge titties also… she wore very short skirts, and low cut tops and high heels shoes. In fact come to think about it, she looked and acted a lot like sara . After she had sara and Molly adopted sara , the girl sort of disappeared. People rarely spoke about her after that.

Whooossh …the crop cut through the air and struck sara on her right side of her bottom…'On your knees, whore' barked Rebecca. ‘Eyes on the General…. on his crotch…'… sara followed orders and immediately sank to her knees…Rebecca unzipped the General and pulled out what was the largest cock sara had ever seen….then Rebecca took the gag off of sara and …whoosh…now suck whore….'Won't you take the cuffs off me ‘ sara cried…. whoooosh …'No whore…suck now'… whoooossh …. sara crawled forward as the General's cock hardened….although sara had sucked a number of men before none were this large and she had always been able to use her hands before…As she crawled into place and raised up so her mouth would go over the tip, Rebecca kept up the spanking… sara started bobbing her head like she had done the boys in the Tahoe last night and fell into a rhythm…The General squeezed her titties …'what nice udders this American cow has' laughed the General…then a pinch, a heft, a twist, he kept up the rough treatment as sara winched and Rebecca kept up the crop on sara's protruding and inviting ass..

It was not lost on Mr. Harris that sara appeared to be an expert cocksucker and that her bobbing up and down was in perfect rhythm to Rebecca's swats…he looked over at Molly and she was trying not to look…Molly's mouth was open in a small ‘O' in amazement…Mr. Harris thought…sort of like the ‘O' which sara is maintaining now..

The General placed his hands in sara's hair and forced her head up and down in double time and Rebecca fell in, alternating from on ass cheek to another in this quickened pace….then the General crushed sara's head to his groin… he forced his entire cock into her mouth, gritted his teeth and stood up obviously shooting an enormous load down sara's throat…the spanking stopped on cue as well…. sara drank down each drop…Mr. Harris was smiling and Mommy was staring at the thing that she thought was once her daughter..

‘Should I clean her up for the trip General,' Rebecca asked. ‘ No..no …not quite yet' said the General. ‘Mr. Harris, she really is remarkable for a 15 year old girl, even an American. I judge that she has had many men for a number of years although her youth would suggest otherwise. As a result I would like to give you a gift of a blowjob from her before you depart on the remainder of your trip.'

‘General, in all due regard I think it would be best to not further test this little slut, but in your country I understand that it is a showing of disrespect to turn down a gift, so I most graciously accept.'

I am so horoed Mr. Harris, now Rebecca, please reposition the slut.

Whooosh ….move over in front of Mr. Harris, whore. Sara crawled quickly to avoid any more swats.

Rebecca, then expertly zipped Mr. Harris' fly down and withdrew his cock.

‘We have a saying in Texas General, I do not think this is Rebecca's first rodeo.' To this the General just laughed.  ‘I also would suggest something General, as sara began to rise up and initially slide her mouth down Mr. Harris' cock,. Rebecca has worked very hard today, I think perhaps Molly should wield the crop this time.'

Molly looked shocked as Rebecca handed her the crop. ‘what do I do? she asked. Rebecca said ‘you saw me, do as I did, if she needs a few extra I have gotten another crop  to assist. Just first hit one cheek, then the other, then the first again and so on. Perhaps if you had done this to her enough at an earlier age she would not be a drug whore now.'

With this Molly started right..left … right..left..right …and sara started up…down…up…down…up… sara thought…how could this be happening…first the General…now Mr. Harris and although Mr. Harris protested, I think he wanted this all along…and he is so thick...so thick I cannot take it all the way in…thicker than even the General…and it is Mommy that is spanking me…Mr. Harris is squeezing my titties …even harder and rougher than the General and Mommy is spanking about as hard as Rebecca…and as sara raised her eyes to see Mr. Harris..there was that twinkle in his eyes again…the General was saying for Mr. Harris to milk her udders like a cow…and then there were two crops on her ass…Rebecca must have started again..and sara could hear Mommy laughing and saying she should have done this to sara all the time at an early age and Mr. Harris grabbed her hair and pumped her mouth and stood like the general and the crops were flying so fast it seemed constant and then Mr. Harris buried his cock into sara's mouth and a flood of hot thick sticky  semen flowed down sara's throat…and at the same time sara came and came, jerking her lil shaved pussy up and down as she continued to drink down every last drop of Mr. Harris' cum.

sara was exhausted…Rebecca led her away and as she started to crawl on her knees with her hands still cuffed behind her..Rebecca tugged her to get up and she stood…her legs weak…then she heard Mr. Harris say…that lil slut was the best cocksucked I have ever had… there was one a while back who might be as good, but  I think sara could be the best…and the General say…look at the floor beneath where she was kneeling…her juices flowed so much it puddled like a puppy…Mommy laughed, 'a slut puppy… sara , the slut puppy'

Sara's South American Adventure

Part 4---Cleaning Up

Rebecca tugged on the leash and Sara lurched out of the office into the long gray corridor.

“What had happened?” thought Sara. The day had started with so much promise: an exotic trip to South America, time to get to know Mr. Harris and the other men, and a bird-shooting vacation, just like her Daddy used to talk about. The abrupt turn-around was in such a short timed: slapped, stripped, violated by an aggressive and comprehensive search, and then forced to give head to the General and then to Mr. Harris as her ass was striped with a riding crop. And to think that Mommy used the crop on her as she sucked Mr. Harris' cock. She could not believe Mommy had done that to her. She had often daydreamed of sucking Mr. Harris' cock, but not under those conditions as others watched and Mommy spanked her….ugghhh. Now she was finally out of that terrible office and away from that horrible General. Mr. Harris might still find a solution to her problem.

Sara was being led back down the same corridor handcuffed and naked wearing only her heels and a dog collar and leash. Rebecca was tugging in the front and the soldiers poked the muzzles of their guns into her back to encourage her moving forward. She had difficulty walking and her titties swung in front of her body as she tried to keep up with Rebecca. Her hair was matted and in wild disarray from the search and the fucking of her mouth, and although it dangled in front of her face, Sara could see the men and women pointing at her, some shocked, others laughing, as she clomped down the hall.

Rebecca stopped at large heavy double doors with brass letters...'Private Flight Attendant Lounge.' Rebecca spoke to the soldiers; “We will clean her up here. It is the lounge for the flight attendants who attend the private aircraft and women in managerial positions at the airport. As they made their way into the lobby of the lounge, Rebecca continued, “Take her into the main shower area and the lounge steward will show you where to restrain her for her shower.”

Two flight attendants were hanging out talking to the Executive Director of the lounge. “Rebecca, what have we here? Another custom violaton ?” asked the Director. Rebecca nodded in confirmation.

“It has been so long since I have seen you!” exclaimed one of the flight attendants. “You must have a wonderful job if all you do is parade naked criminal girls around the airport?” she laughed.  “Rebecca, I do not think you have met Courtney. She was a few years behind us at school. Courtney and I work as flight attendants for the air fleet of the National Energy Corporation. The pay is good, the travel is wonderful and,” she blushed a bit, “the executives are most handsome and generous. Do you still work with the handsome General?”

“Oh, yes, it is a marvelous position, “ replied Rebecca, “and the General is such a delight. I believe he traveled on one of your jets recently and commented on the quality of the service and the attendants.”

“I remember he was so kind. Since I knew he had had you working under him for some time, I gave him special care,,” beamed Meagan. “But enough small talk. What has that little slut done and how can Courtney and I help you? We have had a long flight and could use some entertainment.”

“The whore tried to smuggle in drugs and ammunition from the Untied States. We strip-searched her and then the General introduced her to her highest and best use while in our country.”

“You mean she was face fucked on her knees?” Courtney mused.

“Precisely and then offered as a gift to members of her party by the General as her mother watched.”

“What did her mother do?”

“That is perhaps the most interesting part. After getting over her initial shock, the mother took up the crop and tanned her daughter's hide as well. What we have planned for the slut before she continues on her journey is a full day of pampering ,” smirked Rebecca, “first a shower, then a massage, some new clothes and a quick bite to eat. If the two of you could assist me starting with the shower, the General and I would be most appreciative.”

Sara was in a large shower stall with a large number of nozzles. Her hands had been uncuffed from behind her back, then raised above her head, and attached to a chain hanging from a ring anchored into the ceiling. After attaching the cuffs to the chain, the soldiers kicked off her shoes, so that she was stretched up on tippy toes. She had drawn a small crowd of 20-something flight attendants who followed her to the door of the shower area and pointed and laughed at Sara as the soldiers arranged her restraints. They had placed a blindfold over her eyes, but she could feel the eyes of the girls on her naked body.

It was cold in the stall. What would happen to her next? Her arms ached as they pointed to the ceiling. Her feet burned as she tried to rise higher on her toes to lessen the pressure on her arms and wrists. She could hear voices, but could not hear what was being said or who they were. Only a thither of giggles and an occasional: slut, bitch, and whore from the crowd of flight attendants.

The two flight attendants friends of Rebecca and Rebecca walked in the shower area. The attendants were naked while Rebecca was fully clothed in her navy suit. The attendants watched as Rebecca approached Sara. Rebecca raised Sara's blindfolded head by placing two fingers under her chin. Rebecca raised her hands in front of Sara's blindfold and Sara did not respond. Satisfied that Sara could not see her, Rebecca bitch-slapped her like in the office: first from the left with Rebecca's right hand and then from the right with the left. Sara screamed and Rebecca yanked Sara's hair. “You little drug-smuggling slut. Stay quiet or we will fix it so your cries are not heard.” With that Rebecca stepped back and again swung her red-nailed right hand. This time it connected with Sara's left tittie pushing its mass to the right. Before it quit jiggling, Rebecca had drawn back her left hand and repeated it with Sara's right tittie. Somehow Sara was able to grit her teeth and not let out a peep. Rebeeca followed this up with two more to Sara's face and another set to her titties as well. “Girls, please try to wash off as much dirt from this filthy whore as possible. I will be outside the stall watching. If she gives you trouble I think we can always upgrade to a riding crop.”

Then to Sara's amazement, a gentle warm mist began to be emitted from the many nozzles. It coated Sara. It moistened the dried cum on her face. It soothed the stinging in her titties. It accumulated on the small of her back and her legs and dribbled down to her stretched feet. It felt good. This was the first thing since she had been in this country that felt comforting. Gradually the temperature of the water increased.

After her skin was soaked, she was aware of a pair of hands slipping around her back. The hands held a soapy cloth and the cloth caressed her right breast, the last one Rebecca had slapped. Then the other hand massaged her left breast. Both hands lingered with special attention to her nipples and under the breasts. They hefted and kneaded each. Sara could feel the warmth of the person, a woman, from the contact of Sara's shapely back with the large-breasted front of the girl behind her. The woman continued to concentrate on Sara's titties and rubbed Sara's back with her own breast as well. Sara could not believe this girl was in any way connected to that bitch Rebecca. This girl was nice and made her feel sexy.

Sara closed her eyes beneath the blindfold and moaned as another pair of hands started soaping her right foot, her toes, arch, heels, then up her leg, past her ankle to her knees. This other girl massaged her taut calf. The soap stung a rug burn on Sara's right knee she had gotten in the office while sucking the General, but the soaping and gentle contact of the bather's hands was good.

The other girl behind her continued to soap Sara's back and flat tummy. The one below switched over to Sara's left leg, but this time went past the knee and washed Sara's left thigh.  The hands above moved down Sara's tummy and the four hands met and became a ball of moving fingers that slipped inside Sara's wet pussy and her ass. Sara arched her back, let out another moan and accepted the hands, and the warm water and soap probed her pussy and ass. “This feels so wonderful,' thought Sara.

Then the hands slid down her legs and a pair of hands grabbed each ankle. They vigorously pulled apart her legs, which raised them a few inches and completely suspended Sara off the floor biting the cuffs into her wrists. Metal rings encircled her feet and a click; click was heard on each ankle. Sara could feel and hear the thump-thump  of links of chain being pulled through the ankle restraints as her legs were stretched wider and anchored to the floor.

The hands went back to her pussy and ass, but this time she could feel something else. From in front of her she heard one girl say, “I will go first” and immediately the cold tip of an object was felt penetrating the lips of her warm pussy. Due to Sara's wetness from the sensual soaping, the cold steel column quickly slid in. The column was not too thick, but extremely long, and uncomfortably cold.  It pressed deep inside her warm body. Sara shuddered as her legs were stretched and her pussy filled with the long steel rod. Still her build-up was quickening, she let out a loud moan and her muscles clenched on the shaft in her pussy. Cold or not Sara wanted it deep inside her….she was becoming such a slut….

The hands that inserted the column slipped behind her and spread her ass cheeks. The simple spreading increased the pressure on the steel in her pussy. Then a second object touched her ass. It also was cold, but was made of plastic. Until Rebecca shoved her gloved hand up Sara during the search, Sara had not had anything inserted in her ass. Also like the other column, it was long, but unlike the one in her pussy, it was flexible, sort of like a tube. Her ass muscles puckered before it was in very far and the hands spread her cheeks wider as the other pair of hands fed the cold tube deeper and deeper into Sara's little ass. Sara could feel the tube filling her as and continuing beyond. The two long, cold objects inside her were almost unbearable. The pressure on her pussy had increased, but now her ass was filled as well. Either object would be almost too big for her; having both in her was excruciating. They almost seemed to touch inside her. The cold of the two foreign objects ran up her body. Her mind spun out of control. All she could think about was the intense pressure and the coldness inside her.

The tips of each object jumped in Sara's pussy and ass. The column and tube began to heat up and Sara could feel the sensation of warm water flowing from each tip deep inside her. The warm water filled her pussy. The water flowed down her pussy, around the column and then flowed out down her legs and onto the shower floor.

The water in her ass was different. Gradually Sara's stomach began to fill and she could feel her flat tummy starting to pooch. She could hear the flight attendants joking, “The little slut looks preggers …I wonder if it is a boy or girl?…Do you think the whore has any idea who the father might be?” All the time Sara could feel her stomach growing from the water being pumped into her ass.

The water from both stopped flowing. The water emptied from her pussy. The water in her stomach and ass remained. A painful cramp began in Sara's stomach and spread into her intestines and bowels. The two pairs of hands began massaging Sara's tummy. The massaging increased the cramping. She had to get that tube out of her and expel the water from her ass. “Stop that. Take that tube out. It hurts so much,” cried Sara.

Rebecca stormed into the shower. Drawing back the riding crop in her right hand…whack…whack...whack…Rebecca struck Sara's extended tummy. “I told you, not another word. We will remove the tube when we are ready, when you are clean or at least… cleaner …not when a filthy American whore begs for it to be removed.” With that Rebecca withdrew a red rubber ball gag and handed it to Meagan who fitted it around Sara's head. She tried to open Sara's mouth, but Sara refused. Rebecca applied three more strokes to Sara's tummy and told her there would be more if she did not open her mouth. Sara reluctantly accepted the gag.

As soon as Sara bit into the rubber, her nipples hardened. “What was happening to her? Only a slut would be turned-on by her being gagged?”

“She likes the gag,” said Courtney. And the hands, which had gone back to massaging her, now strayed to her breasts and between long red nails twisted and pinched the pebbles on the ends of her titties .

Finally, hands spread her ass cheeks and the tube began to be slowly extracted from her insides. As it neared her ass, Sara shuddered. The cramps had really gotten terrible. The frequency and strength intensified. She trembled with anticipation that in a few seconds the tube would be removed completely and the water would be expelled. Then the tube stopped. It was only a few inches from her ass, and it stopped. “Why?” screamed Sara into her red ball gag, “why stop it?”

She could feel a presence in front of her. Then…whack…whack …on her titties . “You will have to remove the tube the rest of the way yourself, slut,” said Rebecca. The crowd whooped and yelled as Sara grimaced and opened and closed her sphincter muscles attempting to get the tube out. Sara did not like peeing in front of other girls back home. Now she had to expel a tube from her ass as a group of women were entertained by her humiliation. The tube was almost out of her ass and Sara bit into the ball gag and pushed mightily. With a ..plop…the tube fell out of her ass and coiled beneth her on the shower floor; water streamed from Sara's ass. Sara continued to grunt as the water flowed. She wanted to remove all the water: all from her stomach, al from her intestines and her bowels. Sara pushed and pushed.  Her lungs heaved as they filled with air and the relief of the voiding of the water.

Sara was aware that no one was touching her and the spray was warmer and stronger It rinsed her and took her mind off the recent pain of the tube. Then the spray stopped. Droplets of water hung to her and some fell off to the floor. Sara hung with her arms over her and with her legs spread and chained to the floor.

Sara could hear Rebecca tell the others, “Now go ahead and dry her, then take her to the massage room.” Sara could hear a host of giggling and two close voices who she thought must have been the bathers.

Meagan with a towel in her hand stepped up to Sara who could not see her due to the blindfold. She began dabbing the towel, absorbing drops. What a nice girl, so nice and gentle Sara thought. “Oh that feels so soft, thank you.”

Meagan replied, “This is only the beginning, it gets much better.” With that Meagan stepped away and holding opposite corners of the towel between her fingers, spun the towel, the way one might a scarf, making a long narrow piece of material. Holding the towel in her right hand, Meagan wetted the other tip in a small pool of water. Then Meagan flicked her wrist and the towel went flying at Sara's stretched body. The wet tip connected with Sara's right ass cheek and snapped back. Sara shrieked into the ball gag. Meagan spun the towel again and aimed for the left….crack…slap…and a red mark appeared on the left cheek.

“Oh that looks fun,” said Courtney.   Grabbing a towel, twirling it and moistening the end, Courtney stood in front of Sara. As Meagan popped Sara's ass and back, Courtney took aim and popped Sara's exposed tummy.

Faster and faster the towels flew: first, one would snip her ass, then one on her tummy, then another in front and then one on her back. Rebecca invited the shower steward and three other friends of Rebecca to assist. Sara had no idea how many girls were ‘drying' her. With six girls swatting Sara the torrent seemed constant and endless. Meagan worked the towel over Sara's ass and flicked off all the excess water, then moved to Sara's back. Courtney started with the tummy and then moved to Sara's pussy and finally applied the wet towel to Sara's bountiful ta-tas. Courtney would snap it on the right one and then the left and back again to the right. Courtney was having the time of her life. Sara had heard boys complain about being rat-tailed by other boys with a towel in gym, but she had never seen it and thought they were just being crybabies. Now she knew that it could sting like a slap of the hand or that riding crop.  

Finally to Sara's relief, she heard that bitch Rebecca say, “ I think she is dry. Take her down and bring her to the massage room.”

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…

Sara's South American Adventure—Part 6

Preparing for Lunch

Felicia attached the lead to Sara's collar. She motioned for Sara to get back into her red mules, had her stand, grabbed Sara's jaw and forced open her teeth in order to insert the red ball gag. She then buckled the gag behind Sara's neck and led Sara out of the Massage Room and into the lounge.

The massage had been a sensual rollercoaster for Sara. First the light touching and kneading of her sore muscles. Then the filling of her pussy with the girl's hand…her whole hand… fisting …she heard that bitch Rebecca call it. Followed by the severe spanking, the terrible tittie torture, being fucked by Rebecca with the strap-on, and having to eat Felicia's pussy. She had been so turned-off, then so turned-on, but was humiliated that she had no choice other than to submit to each of these acts with no choice of her own.

When Sara left the Massage Room, she saw some of the girls who had been outside of the shower. Most of them were clothed now. Their clothes were as rich and beautiful as the girls were physically. They seemed to be hanging around waiting for something. As Sara followed Felicia, the girls stared and pointed at Sara. Sara hobbled forward on her mules. She had been through so much today that her body trembled and because her arms were doubled up and attached to her collar, it was difficult to maintain her balance. She felt so cheap and dirty to be led around in front of these foreign girls. Being an American she was better than these other, foreign girls. Felicia was a quick strider and Sara tried to keep up with the masseuse.

Felicia opened a door off the main room. Meagan and Courtney were sitting in robes in the two chairs in the room. They were relaxed and were having manicures and pedicures. Their robes were big and fluffy and white. The two pretty girls had them belted at the waist and their feet and hands were resting on small tables and footstools and lazily stretched out for the technicians to complete their work. Courtney's and Meagan's casual sitting and being robed made Sara feel even more naked as she stood with the ball gag in her mouth and her arms attached to her collar as Felicia held her lease.

"Why look who is here, where have you been? You look rather flushed," giggled Courtney. "Did you need to aggressively relieve her 'stress', Felicia?"

Felicia smiled and then Meagan said, "Well, I am finished. Sara can sit here."

Felicia hesitated for a moment and responded, "I think we will wait until Courtney is finished to start Sara's manicure and pedicure. I also would like your opinion about the color for the nail polish and the outfit for her to wear for lunch in the Grille."

Outfit…lunch in the Grille…and Felicia and Meagan had referred to her by her actual name …not slut or whore like that horrible Rebecca. This was a turn for the better and Sara was certain that Mr. Harris had taken care of the situation. As soon as her manicure was over she would be joining Mommy and Mr. Harris and the rest of the party for lunch. And it was to be lunch in the Grille . She had heard Daddy telling Mommy how nice the airport Grille was: sort of a private club where he ate and drank at the beginning and end of his hunting trips. Sara could hardly wait for all this to be behind her.

When Courtney was finished, Felicia led Sara toward one of the chairs. Sara began to sit in it. Felicia jerked the lease hard, almost toppling Sara. "No, sit on the footstool, not the chair," ordered Felicia.

Sara carefully lowered herself on the tiny footstool. Her cute little bottom barely fit on it. Without her arms to grab the footstool or to balance her, sitting anywhere was difficult: the tiny footstool even more so. Meagan and Courtney grinned as they looked down at Sara's attempt to settle onto the footstool.

A technician took Sara's left foot and removed the high heel mule. Sara looked up at Felicia standing in front of her, holding the lease. She wanted to ask what was going on, but the ball gag prevented this. The technician took off Sara's other shoe and bent Sara's right foot back until it touched the bottom of Sara's thigh. There was a hook on the footstool and the technician attached Sara's black leather ankle restraint to the footstool. She then went to Sara's left foot and bent it back and attached it like the right. The technician unhooked Sara's wrist restraints from the collar and quickly rehooked each to the top of the respective back leg of the footstool. Sara was now perched on the tiny footstool with her feet and hands attached to the top of the legs of the footstool. This forced her knees up and spread her thighs, exposing Sara's pussy to Meagan and Courtney and to Felicia, who continued to hold the lease.

A pair of nail technicians went to work on Sara's toes. "What color should we paint her toes?' asked Felicia to Courtney and Meagan.

Meagan said, "Red…bright red."

" Red like a whore," finished Courtney.

"And her fingernails…red, also?" asked Felicia.

"Yes, with long extensions glued on," said Meagan.

Sara heard this and could not understand why she was still restrained and collared if after her manicure she was going to have lunch in the Grille. The position was uncomfortable and Sara shifted her weight to the right. She lost her balance and the technician had to stop her from tipping over the footstool. Sara had a sinking feeling that all was not as well as she had hoped.

"Maybe she needs something to hold her in place," laughed Courtney. Felicia opened her gym bag and removed a huge blood red dildo. Sara thought that the flesh colored one Rebecca had was large. This one was far bigger. It was the same color as the paint on her toes.

Still holding the leash, Felicia knelt down and placed the red monster beneath the footstool. Sara felt the tip of it push through an opening in the footstool and begin to enter her exposed pussy. The tip cleared her lips and then began to fill her pussy. The thickness was enormous. It bulled its way into Sara's young pussy. Then Meagan reached into the bag and handed Felicia a block of wood. Sara could not see what Felicia was doing with it, but the dildo kept going deeper inside her. The upward thrust stopped and Sara breathed a sigh of relief. Her pussy was filled and she could not take any more.

"What is the little lever on the side of the dildo," asked Courtney.

"This dildo is like an old-timey car jack. Once it is in place," Felicia stopped her explanation as she worked beneath the footstool, and Sara began to feel the dildo move again. "Yes, once it is in place and the dildo is properly braced on the floor, you pump the lever up and down and the head continues to climb inside: quite resourceful, actually," beamed Felicia.

As Felicia said this, Sara felt the head of the dildo lunge forward and Sara screamed into the gag. Sara could barely see Felicia kneeling on her right. Each time Felicia pumped her arm down, the head would inch forward, farther into Sara's pussy. The dildo seemed to almost raise Sara off the footstool. She tensed her thighs and rose up as far as her restraints allowed trying to relieve the pressure, but the dildo kept creeping higher and higher, exploring new depths of her pussy. The pain was intense.

Felicia finally stopped pumping and rejoined her friends and the three girls smiled sweetly down at Sara as she was now not only hooked onto the legs of the footstool by wrists and ankles, but also she was held in place by the red monster deep in her pussy.

The technicians completed Sara's toes and began gluing on the fingernail extensions. The extensions made her nails so long. She had never seen nails that long on any girls she knew. Then they began applying the red paint to them as well.

As they finished with her fingernails, one of the technicians asked Courtney to grab Sara's ponytail. Courtney wrapped her hand twice with Sara's mane and then yanked Sara's head back. The technician then asked Meagan and the other tech to spread Sara's legs even wider. One grabbed one leg at the knee and the other grabbed the other and stretched her wider still. Sara thought her pussy might split.

This pulled taut Sara's tummy and skin over her hips. The technician bent over and stirred a pot on a hotplate with a small wooden paint stick. Courtney pulled Sara's head back. Meagan and the other tech pulled her legs wide and Felicia grinned as she held the lease. Sara was immobile. Sara watched as the tech brought over the small pot and continued to stir what was in it. Sara noticed a mild floral smell emanating from the pot. The technician brought out the stick and there was a glob of goo on it. Sara had shaved her pussy before she had left on the flight. Sara was wide-eyed as the technician approached Sara and smeared the goo on Sara's mons pubis. The heat seared. Sara slammed her legs together, but the combination of the ankle restraints and Meagan and the other tech holding them open prevented her from protecting her pussy. The huge dildo allowed little movement also. With her head pulled back by Courtney, Sara was forced to watch an even larger grin creep onto Felicia's face.

The waxer kept dipping the stick into the pot and applying gobs of the goo all around Sara's pussy. Sara wished that it was allowed to cool a bit, but the woman went from pot to pussy before it could. Each time the hot wax caused Sara to scream into the gag and try to close her legs; each time Courtney pulled harder and Meagan and the other girl held tighter; and each time Felicia just smiled. Sara was humiliated that Felicia stood and nodded approvingly as the wax was smeared on Sara's pussy. Some of the paste dripped onto and down the red dildo forced inside her.

"This is a Brazilian wax treatment, named after our sister country. It is long lasting and will make you smooth as a billiard ball. We know that it is quite painful, especially if the wax is not allowed to cool. Since it is your first time and you are a pampered little American princess, we thought we would heat it more than usual and not allow it to cool in order for you to understand what to avoid in future treatments," explained Felicia. .

Then the girls with the pot applied cloth strips over the hot wax and let the wax cool and harden on Sara's skin. When the wax had cooled, the waxer pulled an initial cloth strip off in the opposite direction of Sara's hair growth. The pain was terrible. The strip was three times longer than when her eyebrows were waxed and the area was ten times more sensitive. The technician went from one strip to another and each time Sara braced for the pain and still it was horrible. After the last strip was removed, the technician moved back to Sara's pussy with tweezers and removed a number of stubborn hairs. Sara could not believe that these girls were so closely watching her pussy being waxed and holding her down and opening her wide for the waxing: Sara could hide nothing; she was totally exposed; it was most humiliating.

Finally the technician finished pulling the last hairs with the tweezers. Sara was glad it was over. The technicians unhooked her wrists and Courtney pulled her ponytail in front of Sara bending her forward. The technician then hooked Sara's wrists into the bottom of the front legs of the footstool. This bent Sara forward severely. Next the tech unhooked Sara's right ankle and then the left and lifted Sara. The red monster slid out of her pussy as Felicia removed the dildo. Then the tech pulled Sara's legs behind her and down to the bottom of the rear legs of the footstool. Sara was facing the floor with her tummy pressed against the base of the footstool. Her wrists were attached in front of her and her ankles behind her. With the footstool beneath her, it raised her ass in the air.

Sara was confused. Surely the waxing was over, but the waxer retrieved the pot once again. This time Meagan and the other tech dug their nails into Sara's bare buttocks and spread them wide exposing her ass. The waxer moved quickly and applied a large dollop on and in Sara's ass. Sara had thought that the wax on her pussy was hot, but nothing could have prepared her for this. No Tabasco or jalapeño peppers could ever burn like this. The tech applied a cloth strip to Sara's ass and then the other two girls let go of her asscheeks. Her cheeks closed around the goo in her ass. The tech continued to dip into the pot and paint Sara's ass with the goo. Once coated and the cloth applied, the waxer removed each strip, saving the one in her ass for last. As the tech moved to this last cloth piece, Felicia bent down and looked directly into Sara's eyes. Sara's eyes bugged out and her scream into the ball gag was quite audible as the tech ripped off the last strip.

"Let's get her off the footstool and get her dressed for lunch in the Grille," said Felicia.

To be continued---next episode "Lunch"