Young women, naive and unsuspecting tourists selected, entrapped and arrested by the evil police chief. They suffer much at his interrogation centre, his guards there also take a hand or other body part in the proceedings, and, even the guard dog isn’t left out. Passed on then to the equally evil and perverted prison governor the women continue to suffer. A memorable holiday in the sun was what the women sought and, could never possibly forget this sunshine break.
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“Oh God help me,” the girl muttered incoherently.
He mocked her with his laughter. “Even he can’t alter the
fact that you are a wanton whore.”
Upward he now flicked the whip, the thin leather strands
coming up between her legs and striking sickeningly hard on her puffy
sex lips, her clitoris and the tender inner tops of her thighs all at
the same time. So intense was the pain that the girl screeched as he
body jerked upward and then gurgled as she slumped hanging from the
ropes, her head dangling down and close to unconsciousness.
To her side he moved and repeated the upward flick of the
whip, lashing this time at her dangling tits and lashing the pendulent
orbs cruelly with the implement of pain. Immediately the lash had
struck the girl passed out, all resistance now gone and her pale,
naked body limp and lifeless. He waited, his stiff cock pulsing and
his heart beating fast in his chest. For several marvellous minutes he
waited for her to regain her senses and then, when she had, he
repeated his demand.
“Tell me how many cocks!”
The girl, dazed and only partially aware of the question
responded as a slur. “Te. Dies that make you happy?”
He moved around behind her again and stood between her feet
looking down over her lithe body. “Ten cocks in two day? You really
are a whore aren’t you?” he moved in, pressed the head of his
throbbing cock against the puckered ring of her arse hole and paused
there. “You will sign a confession to being a whore. You will sign to
confirm that you gained payment for services rendered – an offence on
this island.”
“No,” she muttered dreamily. “Never….
Eeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaarrrgggggh!”
Her tiny ring was forced wide as he pushed in, the little
ring of muscles stretched so wide and brutally that in places it
split. Hard up into her arse hole he lunged, ramming his thick cock up
into her backside with a forceful and uncaring thrust of dreadful
force. In and up he pushed, pushing hard until the entire length of
his pulsing, stiff cock was inside her and then he paused there to
savour the feel of her warm insides gripping around it. The wild
bucking of her body was she thrashed her head around and bucked
against him was delightful. Her frantic screaming added to the thrill
and he gripped her hips tightly as the waves of sensation were fed
through his cock.
“Eleven cocks now,” he sniggered, “And that will become
fifteen or twenty if I let the guards loose on you. You will sign a
confession and you will do it today.”
He began to thrust, slamming hard up against her with each
brutal inward thrust he gave, driving his big cock far up into her
anal tract and stretching her delicate insides most wickedly.
“Sign,” he panted as he fucked her tight arse hard and fast.
“Yeeeeeesssssssss!” she wailed in desperation. “Yes! I’ll
sign! Jut take it out. Please, please take it out!”
He came, his body this time shuddering and twitching as he
shot jet after jet of hot cum up her backside, spoiling her body and
humiliating her in the best possible way. Invading a woman’s arse was
a desecration of their most secret places he felt and, the final
humiliation for them. The chief fucked on until all of his cum was
injected up into her and then pulled out to watch his sperm leak from
her bleeding backside, the thick globules dribbling out and splatting
down onto the floor beneath her.
He bent down to his pile of clothes and took the folded paper
from his shirt pocket. He untied just her right wrist, put the pen
into her hand and held the paper steady as she signed it. As the girl
wept in heartfelt sobs of misery that shook her whole tortured body he
dressed, ensuring that the signed confession was safely stored away in
his pocket. He opened the door and looked back to say gloatingly. “You
are not a bad fuck – for a whore. I wonder if the guards will think
the same when I tell them you are here to serve their needs also.”
He laughed softly and walked back up the stone stairs, her
loud and pitiful screaming ringing in his ears as he went.
