Jenny, naked apart from a red ball gag, had been hung up like an animal for what seemed like hours. Her arms and legs were beginning to ache dreadfully, because they were almost taking the full weight of her suspended body. Her ankles and wrists had been attached to 2 metal bars, which hung from the ceiling. Her wrists were buckled into leather cuffs on the short bar, while her ankles had been fastened about 3 feet apart on the long bar.

The Patroller, Stephanie, seemed to be enjoying herself, as she and her colleagues hoisted her in the air, before removing the padded bench from beneath her. Then to Jenny's horror, the Maroons wheeled in another bench which was topped with what looked like a curved saddle made from moulded black rubber.

It was clearly some sort of torture devise, because Jenny could see it had a stout 8" prong rising from the shaped seat, which resembled a Pony-boy's cock. However, the phallus attached to the saddle looked odd, for it had metal studs covering its full length. The young Maroons didn't waste any time in steering it under her, so that the tip of the fake cock nudged her anal whorl. The terrified teenager quivered with fear as the young men went about smearing the prong with cream.

"We don't want you to be uncomfortable, Jenny," Stephanie sneered.

Stephanie stood back so that she could turn the handle on the wall that controlled the descent of the devise. Jenny saw the excitement in the patroller's eyes as she lowered the bars, and felt the pain in her ass as the weight of her body forced her anus to capitulate and allow the invasion. Inch by inch and stretch by stretch, Jenny become impaled on the thick phallus. The cruel Patroller took her time, leaving Jenny just a fraction of an inch from resting her butt on the surface of the saddle.

The pain was almost unbearable, but the gag reduced her protestations and screams to a series of muffled gasps and groans. The front of the saddle was divided, so that her labia was thrusting through the wide gap. Jenny looked down her body and saw that there was enough room for an interrogating Maroon to touch her, or drive his black cock into her defenceless cunt.

"Jenny, your cunt has got you into trouble and I intend to torment you until you tell the truth. Is that understood?" Stephanie inquired, rubbing the teenager's clit with her thumb and thrusting two fingers into her creamy quim.

"Muuuuumph!" she groaned with a mixture of horror and pleasure.

Jenny felt Stephanie draw her digits together in a pincer movement, which had the suspended PS probationer squirming and rotating on the unresisting prong.

"I'll take that as a yes," Stephanie said, withdrawing her fingers, but continuing to play with her fleshy folds.

Both young black men in their smart maroon leathers, hovered either side of the bench, no doubt wondering if they would get the chance to spear her thrusting cunt. Their eyes were locked onto Stephanie's saturated fingers, which continued to plough her tight furrow during her warning to the teenager.

"Guard her, but no touching!" Stephanie warned the attentive Maroons.

The young men didn't look happy, but nodded in agreement. As soon as Stephanie had departed and the door closed, both men went behind her and began whispering to each other. Thankfully they decided to obey the Patroller's order, but Jenny knew that she was close to being speared by both of them. It was a rare thing to see a member of the BP order the Maroons about, but Stephanie was one of the few that commanded their respect.

The events of the crazy night haunted Jenny, for she couldn't understand why she was being treated so harshly. Surely they didn't suspect her being complicit in Mary's kidnapping? Jenny gradually became frantic and angry, because she knew that both she and Sandy were the victims and not the perpetrators!

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The sweat rolled off Jenny's body, but she somehow managed to hold back the tears. Stephanie left her for an hour, thinking over the answers to whatever crazy questions were going to be put to her, when the interrogation resumed.

Finally, Stephanie returned with a tall Maroon who she recognized as Lieutenant John Todd, an athletic officer, with a fearsome reputation. They dismissed the guards, removed her gag and set about interrogating her for 20 minutes, during which time she repeated her story 3 times.

Jenny had been playing a bondage game with Mary, who she'd tied to a tree in a camp they'd made in the woods. Jenny playfully whipped her friend's breasts and then performed cunillingus on her bulging pussy. It was while her head was buried between Mary's thighs that the intruder struck her on the head, knocking her unconscious.

When she woke, she found that the kidnapper had trussed her up, alongside Sandy, before thrashing their naked buttocks. They had escaped being fucked by the intruder, because he heard the sound of the wolf hounds approaching. Instead, he made Mary dress in Sandy's black latex uniform and ran off with her.

During the interrogation, Stephanie deliberately played with her cunt to try and distract her. Jenny knew that she had to maintain a cool head and not deviate from the truth, but it was almost impossible with two fingers massaging the sensitive walls of her quim. Things turned ugly when John Todd took over the questioning.

The black Maroon leant right into her face, while running his huge calloused hands over her thrusting breasts. His thumbs then stroked the twin roll of her bulging labia, threatening to plunge into her gaping orifice at any moment.

"Why did you take Mary's Pony to the woods Jenny?" he asked.

"How many times have I got to tell you, I...er...I mean, we didn't take him there. He just appeared from nowhere!" Jenny replied desperately trying to convince the insistent officer.

The Maroon soldier was wearing dark maroon leather trousers and jacket, which he'd left open, revealing his smooth, bulging barrel chest. His rich mahogany skin had a natural shine, while his smooth, handsome face and boyish good looks belied the aggressive soldier within. His wide nose, thick lips and piercing brown eyes were expressionless, as he thrust his questions at her. When he removed his thumbs, Jenny couldn't see what he was doing, but suspected he was releasing his cock and readying himself to spear her.

Jenny's ass ached from being impaled on the static prong and her butt cheeks stung from the beating she'd taken from the kidnapper. Her arms and legs felt as though they were about to be wrenched from their sockets and her head buzzed from the concussion she'd suffered in the forest. Jenny was almost ready to say anything that her interrogators wanted to hear, but she clung onto the hope that they'd believe the truth.

She'd heard so many stories from the other girls, which kept playing through her mind. The tales usually involved the Maroons using the Patrollers as fuck toys, while on patrol or right there in the barracks where she was being interrogated.

"We don't believe you Jenny!" shouted the black, insistent Maroon. "We believe that you were using a Pony in your perverted sex games. You admit tying up Mary and spanking her. 745 was her Pony and she must have left his chain unfastened. Indirectly you three are responsible for the injuries to Ruby, in the stables and I'm going to recommend that you and Sandy are sent to the auctions in Barton. I don't want any of your filth on the estate!"

"It's not true," wailed Jenny "I haven't a clue where he came from. Look, we were attacked by an intruder. A man! You should be trying to catch him now, not asking me silly questions. He could be getting away! Please Sir, I'll do anything, don't sent us to the auctions we are innocent," she cried.

Her frantic jerking only imbedded the prong deeper into her bowel and made the aches resonating through her body, worse.

"Jenny, Jenny," John soothed. "I know what you need."

Suddenly, Jenny felt the Maroon's thumbs parting her glowing lips, searching for her soft, unresisting wet portal. The saddle was at just the right high, Jenny guessed, for John to spear her and although she couldn't see what was happening, the teenager felt the tip of the soldier's cock, nub against her creamy entrance.

Sweat continued to pour down Jenny's naked body causing her breasts and nipples to become slick to the touch. John held back from spearing her, but lifted his hands to start fondling her breasts again.

"This is what you want. Isn't it? Admit it girl you want to be fucked!" Stephanie hissed.

"I... I... I don't know Sir," she cried. "I never..." her voice trailed away. Jenny could feel his bulbous crown nudge inside her quim by an inch and stop.

Even just that short distance stretched the walls of the youngster's vagina beyond their normal elasticity.

"Just ask for it, if you want it Jenny. Maybe I can find a use for you around the barracks here, instead of sending you off to the auctions! Willing fuck toys are given privileges here, which you won't get in Barton!"

"Please Sir I want you to... er..."

"Say it Jenny you have to ask permission!" he commanded.

Jenny started again, "Please Sir, I want you to fuck me. Please."

She knew that the code of conduct among the Maroons wouldn't allow the lieutenant to forcibly spear her in front of a Border Patrol officer. Surely it was the only way to help her friends, besides she'd almost been fucked by the intruder after he'd stolen her chastity rings!

"No Jenny," smiled her tormenter. "You can do better than that. I want you to fuck me! Use your arms to lift yourself off the prong and then impale yourself on both phalluses at once!"

Jenny's eyes widened as she took in the meaning of the Maroon's words, but knew that he was deadly serious. Her arms were aching, but she somehow managed to grab the swinging bar and pull herself up, inch by inch, by bending her arms further and further. Her poor anus complained as it gradually eased off the knobbly dildo.

"Put more effort into it girl!" Stephanie urged.

Having only risen by about 5" she began to struggle to hold her lift.

"Miss, I can't ...Eeeeeeeeeeee!" she squeeled as her strength gave way.

Her body slowly sank, not just onto the prong, but also onto John's black, thrusting cock. Jenny gasped as she felt the intruders simultaneously stretch her orifices.

"Ahhhhhhhhh." she cried, believing she was going to be split in two.

Jenny became wedged.

"Come on little whore, you can do better than that! Try harder!" John commanded.

"I'm sorry, I can't," she wailed, now completely exhausted, both mentally and physically.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" cried Jenny, as John drove his shaft to the hilt, butting his muscular chest up against the back of the youngster's thighs and buttocks.

Jenny squealed in surprise and astonishment at how effortlessly he'd been able to drive his thick stem into her tight, virgin pussy and how easily it had devoured the full length of the Maroon's cock.

John paused for a moment and then began to gently edge his hips back and forth, while Jenny released short gasps each time she was fully impaled. The rhythm steadily increased, causing her to lose touch with reality. Jenny's eyes shot open, when without warning the Maroon stopped and stood still at the very moment she was about to tip over the edge into an orgasm.

"Admit it Jenny," the lieutenant hissed "You want to be fucked!"

"Yes!" she cried. "Please Sir I...want..." Her voice trailed away when John grabbed Jenny's hips and drove his cock violently into her hungry quim.

As he picked up speed again, Jenny began to experience an intense sensation spreading from her groin to her stomach and beyond. The room begun to spin and the bright lights dazzled her, as she completely lost control.

"You and Sandy wanted to have sex with the Pony-boy. Confess Jenny!"

"Oh my God, Oh my God! Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed, while experiencing a shuddering climax.

"Stephanie, note down that the prisoner has confessed to the crime!" John whispered to his colleague, as his own climax began to build.

"Fuuuuuuck!" he purred, joining Jenny and increasing the pace of his thrusting cock.

The heavy Maroon took hold of her breasts and began helping her to lift her body in an attempt to prolong Jenny's orgasm. Jenny shuddered through several more massive peaks before finally slumped down within her bonds

"Steph, she is so wet and gripped me like a man's fist!" Jenny heard John mutter after he'd withdrawn his flaccid member. "Give her a rest and you can come back later and continue the interrogation."

Jenny didn't like the sound of that, but heaved a huge sigh of relief, as her tormentors lifted her off the dildo, replaced the bench beneath her and left the room.