This is a print version of story Punished in the courtyard by huntertie from xHamster.com
Punished in the courtyard
The numerous potholes in the dusty road bounced the van around widely as it sped toward its destination, each jolt reverberating cruelly through the two women lying bound and hooded on the floor in the back. Though both were still -- a lesson instilled in them very early in the trip by the rough slaps of the guards that flanked them - their minds were running over time trying to think of a reason for their current predicament.
Michelle was an aid worker, sent by her NGO to do an assessment on the plight of the thousands of people displaced by civil war during the military coup a few months ago. Lying next to her in the van was her daughter, Jessica, who'd taken a leave of absence from reading for a degree in foreign affairs to get some practical experience in the real world. She'd jumped at the chance to follow her mother on an assignment abroad, only now that didn't seem the great idea that it had at the time. They'd only landed in the capital this morning and had been travelling by dilapidated bus to a small town a few hundred kilometres away when, without warning, two vans had pulled the bus over and armed men had stormed on board, grabbed the only whites from their seats at the back, and hauled them outside and into one of the vans. Once inside, their protests had been silenced with vicious slaps to the face before large strips of tape had been plied over their mouths and a hood placed over their heads. Flipped on their fronts, the women's arms had been pulled behind them and their wrists bound with cable tie before the same was done to their ankles.
The van carrying the women pulled up at the gates of an isolated property, before being waived through by men with automatic weapons after only a cursory glance at the driver's papers. The building itself was square and built around a central courtyard. A high brick wall surrounded the grounds and more men with heavyset weaponry patrolled the complex. Meandering up the long driveway, the van pulled up to a side entrance and reversed backward so that it's rear doors opened onto a low-level loading bay. As soon as the handbrake was applied, men ran down from the building itself and, wrenching open the doors, hauled the two women to their feet and marched them inside after cutting the cable ties that bound their legs and pulling the hoods from the heads.
Pushed forward roughly, Michelle and Jessica were propelled down a long, bleak corridor, their eyes widening with fear as they took in the rows of cells that flanked them on both sides. The majority of the cells were empty, but female prisoners occupied a few. Most of whom weren't just incarcerated, the women noted with increasing horror, but were bound either to the bars or to hooks and eyelets in the walls or ceiling. All were completely naked and red markings were clearly visible down their backs and across their buttocks and thighs.
Halfway down the corridor, Michelle was stopped in front of a solid oak door and the guards holding her knocked solidly. The remaining two guards continued onwards, e****ting Jessica further down the hall, ignoring the muffled cries of protest from the mother behind the gag and her futile attempts to escape the grip of her guards as she tried to protect her daughter who was now disappearing round a corner.
In front of the Michelle, the door was opened from the inside and a uniformed man motioned for them to enter. It was an office of sorts, but only a soft leather chair behind a sturdy wooden desk was the room's only concession to such. To the right of the table, a small metal bed was pushed against the corner, handcuffs adorning all four bedposts and hanging interlocked against the bars of the headboard, all open and ready. On the other wall, metal rings stuck out from the brick, and a pair of wrist cuffs dangled menacingly from the ceiling nearby. Next to these on the floor was an umbrella stand, completely devoid of umbrellas, but with an assortment of bamboo canes, whips, and spanking paddles clearly visible inside. Surprisingly, Michelle noted, there was no far wall. Instead, metal bars ran from floor to ceiling providing a clear view of the dusty courtyard outside.
Michelle had stopped dead in disbelief at the sight before her but now one of the guards shoved her roughly inside and closed the door behind her. The door clicked shut ominously, trapping the charity worker alone inside with the man in front of her.
"So, Michelle," the uniformed man spoke for the first time. "Do you know why you are here?" Michelle shook her head violently, shocked that he knew her name, and the man chuckled. "Forgive me," he smiled, and reached forward and removed the tape covering her mouth in one quick movement causing his captive to gasp with the sting. He then reached around her back and sawed through the cable ties pinning her wrists with a Swiss knife taken from his pocket.
"No, I, please," Michelle began. "My daughter and I, we, we're aid workers on our way to Khatari. We're with the IFHA, please."
The man's gaze hardened. "Do not take us for fools," he snapped. "You are here to spread dissent at the behest of some American agency. I want to know which one."
"No!" Michelle cried, almost sobbing with frustration and fear. "I'm with the IFAW, my daughter is with us too. That's all, I swear. Where is she? Please let me see her!"
"Michelle. We have here papers written by your daughter, this Jessica," he practically spat the name, "at Colombia." He threw four or five small manuscripts on the desk in front of him. "She writes s**thingly about our President, our government, our politics. She must get these views from somewhere. From you, I believe. Now tell me why you are here or things will get unpleasant for you both."
Michelle looked down at the papers now strewn across the tables and read some of the titles, each clearly criticising the country in which they now found themselves captive. Under each biting title, Michelle read the small tell tail byline: "by Jessica Ryan". Overwhelming understand came over her and she closed her eyes silently berating her daughter for being so stupid. Michelle had no idea that Jessica had authored anything on the country as part of her schoolwork, but realised now that they were now about to pay a heavy price for her oversight. These men would want their pound of flesh for what they would see as yet another slap in the face from Westerners over-anxious to put down their nation in the eyes of the world.
Michelle lifted her eyes from the papers and pleaded with the man before her. "Please, I had no idea. She's young and.." Without warning the man backhanded her across the face causing her to cry out with the unexpected blow.
"You will tell me what I want to know," his face was a sea of rage. Quietly he turned away from his prisoner and walked to the bars at the end of the cell. Facing to his right, he gestured to somebody on the side of the courtyard with a wave of his hand and a slight nod and then turned back to Michelle. "Look outside please."
Hesitantly Michelle approached the bars and then gasped with horror. Two men were leading Jessica to the centre of the courtyard. She was struggling and tears ran down her face. Someone had obviously cut her free of her restraints, but the guards held her easily by the arms and dragged her forward. A third guard met them in the middle, pushing before him a wooden contraption on small retractable wheels. Michelle's eyes widened to saucers as she recognised the pillory for what it was. She watched in a trace as the stocks were turned so that they faced off to the side, and the guard pulled up the top section so that it swung fully open on its iron hinge. One of the guards holding Jessica grabbed her tightly by the scruff of her neck and f***ed her head down into the centre of the wide groove. The girl's hand flung up to her head to try and dislodge his grip but the African held on tight. The second guard then moved to the far side of the medieval device and clamped his hands around her wrists, removing them from around his partner's arm and holding them tightly in place inside the smaller holes either side of the head. Whilst Jessica was manually restrained, the top section was lowered again, trapping the wrists and head of the young American, and was firmly locked in place by virtue of a huge rusted padlock. The girl was now bent double at the waist, her head almost level with her hips, and her neck and wrists held immobile by the thick oak.
Inside the cell, Michelle spun to face her jailer. "No! Please, I'm begging you. I'm telling you the truth. She shouldn't have written these things," she motioned to the papers with her head, "but we really are here to help your people. There's nothing more," she sobbed. "Please just let us go."
"Enough lies!" the man shouted. "You will see the price of your stubbornness." Turning back to the men outside, he gave another slight nod and the three men surrounding Jessica sprung into action. One crouched down and began to remove her trainers, while a second took a knife from his belt and, hooking the blade under the collar of her plain white t-shirt, tore it down her back in one smooth motion, exposing the bra underneath. Using the knife to cut through the rear strap he then moved to Jessica's shoulders, ripping the remains of the t-shirt and the now redundant bra completely from the bound girl. Then he walked away back the way he'd come. At her feet however, the two others struggled to remove her faded blue jeans from around her ankles, her panties already pooled around her feet with the rough denim. "Lift," one of the guards instructed, tapping her ankles, but Jessica didn't move until the second man reached up and slapped her hard on her naked flank, eliciting a small shriek from the still-gagged Jessica and a cry of protest from her mother who gripped the bars of her cell with outrage and fear for her c***d nearby.
"Stop!" Michelle screamed through the bars, but the guards paid her no heed and the woman paled when she saw the missing guard return with a long whip similar to the one that sat in the stand in the corner of her own cell. Slowly, he moved around the bent girl, trailing his finger gently over her naked flesh. Jessica's head turned angrily from him when he brushed a strand of her hair from her cheek and the guard smiled. Moving behind the girl, the guard patted her bottom tenderly before stepping back and allowing the whip to uncoil from his hand. While Jessica was unable to see behind her, Michelle saw the several strands of leather untangle from each other and hang poised to strike her darling girl.
"It will hurt," the man behind Michelle said offhandedly. "And she is young. It will be interesting to see what she can take." As he spoke, the guard brandishing the whip raised back his hand and Michelle watched with dismay as the leather tentacles streaked through the air and landed without mercy on her daughter's naked buttocks.
Hearing her mother's cry nearby, Jessica turned her head to the left and was able to spot her gripping the bars of a cell built into the wall of the courtyard. The sound of desperation in her voice was unmistakable and Jessica grunted in frustration at not being able to call out to her due to the tape over her own mouth. Fighting back more tears, the girl rocked her head trying to break free of the cruel device that held her, humiliated and ashamed and being bared so publically in this this African Hell. Unable to see behind her, it wasn't until she heard the light whoosh of air behind her and felt the pain of a thousand bee stings on her ass that she realised the true reason for her mother's undisguised alarm and she screamed incoherently behind her gag with shock and the pain of the blow.
As the leather strands landed on her tender flesh a second time, Jessica couldn't help but fling herself forward in an attempt to escape the searing pain and her shoulders slammed into the wood holding her in place. The third strike caught some of her upper thighs and caused her knees to buckle slightly as she begged for them to stop behind her gag. Tears streamed down her face and already the pain was seemingly unbearable but there was nothing she could do to avoid the fourth strike, and then the fifth, each new lash causing deep red lines to appear which crisscrossed her naked buttocks and thighs.
As the whip bit into her helpless daughter for the third time, Michelle tightened her grip on the bars until her knuckles went white at the strain. As she begged the men to stop their assault, Michelle felt her captor move up against her and place his hands on her hips and move his mouth to her ear. "I can make them go easy on her," he whispered. "If you give me a reason to," and she felt his hands slide under her t-shirt and over her smooth stomach.
Michelle watched in slow motion as the whip stung Jessica for the fourth time, sending the girl to her tiptoes and forcing yet another tortured cry from behind the tape. At the bars, Michelle's shoulders slumped. "What do you want?" Although she knew with absolute certainty what the answer would be.
He stepped back. "Take off your clothes." Before him the woman hesitated. "It will only get worse for your daughter if you wait," he admonished. Watching the man outside raise his arm again, Michelle knew this was true and she turned to face the man. Gripping the base of her t-shirt she lifted her arms and pulled the cheap fabric over her head, revealing her generous breasts encased in a functional white bra. Reaching behind her, she unclasped the straps of the bra and, shaking her shoulders slightly, allowed it to fall from her body into her hands. Trembling slightly despite the warmth, she dropped the bra on the floor next to her shirt and lifted her feet one by one to remove her trainers and socks. Spurned on by the continued cries of anguish behind her in the courtyard and the nod of her captor, the woman undid the button of her jeans and slid them slowly down her thighs to her ankles. Stepping out of them and kicking them to the side to join the rest of her clothing, she stood for a moment dressed only in her panties before steeling herself and sliding them down and off.
The officer appraised her slowly and Michelle f***ed herself to leave her arms at her sides, not willing to antagonise him for the sake of her daughter. Finally he smiled as if pleased, and called out something to the guards outside in the courtyard in his native tongue. Michelle turned to see what he'd instructed and was relieved to see the men acknowledge the call and, with only a parting swipe with the whip, turn and walk away from the bound Jessica. Even though she was turned to the side and a short distance away, Michelle could easily see angry welts marring her daughter's beautiful skin and the unnatural red glow of her whole backside.
"Thank you for stopping them," Michelle whispered, and her jailor smiled again.
"They can just as easily return, remember that," he replied, and stepped forward, kissing her roughly on the mouth. Parting her lips slightly at the insistence of his tongue, Michelle felt them f***ed wider apart as he slid it further into her mouth and sought out her tongue with his own. Large hands gripped her naked buttocks and pulled her into him so that she could feel his arousal pressing into her belly through his trousers. While one hand kneaded her ass, the second snaked up her back and pulled her closer still so that her breasts were crushed into his chest. As the kiss continued, Michelle felt the hand on her back move higher up her naked body and then both hands were on her shoulders pushing her gently downward until she sank to her knees in front of him.
Once she was kneeling, the man's hands reached down and freed his manhood from his trousers so that the erect member hung just in front of Michelle's face. Taking just a moment to look back round at her daughter still trapped in the pillory outside, Michelle reached up and wrapped her hand around the shaft and tugged gently twice before slowly taking the head into her mouth. The man groaned with pleasure as her tongue touched the tip of his penis, her hand continuing to stimulate him as she gently rocked her head in time to the ministrations of her palm. Above her, the officer was already making soft guttural sounds and his hands found their way into her hair, gripping it tightly and forcing her deeper onto his shaft as his began to move his hips to increase the penetration.
They stayed like that for a full minute, her captor pushing himself into her mouth, deep enough that she felt uncomfortable but not so far that it initiated her gag reflex. Suddenly, Michelle was painfully hauled to her feet by her hair and without further preamble was shoved roughly backwards against the desk so that as she stood the edge of the table dug into the backs of her thighs. Holding her hands to prevent her resisting, the man pushed her down backwards onto the desk by her chest so that she was lying on her back with her feet lifted off the floor. Afraid to resist, Michelle rested her head on the table and closed her eyes as the African stepped quickly between her legs and ran his hand down her naked front for the first time and cupped her breasts with undisguised lust. Bending forward to take both nipples briefly in his mouth, he stood erect again and, grabbing her hips, pulled the girl to him so that her ass was rested on the edge of the wood, her womanhood fully exposed and available to him.
"Watch me slide into you," he growled and slapped one of Michelle's breasts with his open palm to enf***e his instruction. Resigned to follow his instructions, Michelle shifted her weight onto her elbows allowing her to peer down over her bare breasts and stomach to between her thighs where the man's dick was already poised, his trousers now in a heap around his ankles. Giving her a brief smile, the jailor leant forward almost an imperceptible amount but enough so that the head of his manhood just parted the lips of her pussy, eliciting a groan of despair from the woman on the desk as he dragged out her humiliation. Glancing at her again to make sure she was still watching, he moved forward further so that his shaft slowly began sinking inside the woman.
The smack on her breast stung, but it paled in comparison to the shame Michelle felt as she watched helplessly as the guard's penis slowly entered her. The man was taking his time, clearly relishing her submission, and once the head was clearly buried he withdrew it almost all the way out in order to repeat the process again. He controlled the speed primarily with his hips, allowing his hands to roam over her breasts and belly, his fingers digging cruelly into her soft flesh, using her for his pleasure only. Groping her freely, his fingers moved to her nipples and she gasped involuntarily as he pinched them between forefinger and thumb. Still resting on her elbows, she felt her stomach muscles tightening in response to the unwelcome shock and then saw her rapist's expression darken as if her reaction had triggered something inside him. In one quick motion he gripped her tightly by the waist and thrust himself violently forward, burying himself fully inside his American captive.
As his hips drove forward sharply, the officer's pelvis slammed unceremoniously into hers, driving her buttocks painfully into the edge of the desk and drawing a cry from the naked woman. Holding her hips even tighter to stop her sliding up the desk with his thrusts, he pushed into her again and again, each time pushing himself to the hilt.
As he continued to pound into her, Michelle allowed herself to abandon her position on her elbows and lay back on the desk, lifting her legs slightly to ease the pressure of the wood underneath her ass and thighs. As she did so, the man lent forward over her and ran his fingers once again over her chest and belly, gripping her breasts tightly as they bounced to the rhythm of his relentless pounding. With each thrust the guard grunted with the effort of his exertion and soon his hands roamed again, this time reaching underneath the woman's legs and, drawing them higher, positioned his arms around the backs of her knees. As he lifted his arms, Michelle's legs were f***ed further apart beneath him and he rested his hands on the inside of her thighs.Lying on her back, trying to detach herself from what was happening, Michelle felt her assailant shift slightly and then felt her legs being drawn up and apart. With the new position her assailant's next thrust went deeper than those before and Michelle gasped with the increased penetration.
Unused to having a Westerner until his power -- and such a beautiful one at that -- the guard realised after just one thrust into his now-spread-wide captive that he was approaching climax and his lunges became more desperate and his grunts more guttural as he steeled himself for his release. Below him the woman had shut her eyes, but he let that go as with a final thrust he felt himself ejaculate, coating her insides with plenty of his seed. Wanting to humiliate the woman further, he pulled out quickly and used his second and third loads to coat her belly and breasts, pleased to note that some even managed to land on her chin before she managed to turn her head away. As a final act, he wiped the head of his penis on the inside of her thighs before stepping back from the desk and barking an order to someone outside of the room.
The door opened immediately and Michelle realised that the guard that had led her here must have been waiting outside the whole time. The senior man, her rapist, rattled off another couple of sentences in his African tongue to the guard as he hoisted his jeans and buckled his belt. Smiling, the guard nodded once and then strolled over to the table where Michelle was just sitting up. Grabbing her tightly by the arm, he spun her easily so that she was facing the desk and then bent her over it, pushing her arm up her back painfully to prevent any resistance. "Give me your other hand," he demanded and she complied immediately, fearful that her arm would rip from its socket if the guard applied any more pressure. "Good girl," he purred, amused at having a white-skinned plaything for a change and laughed when he saw the woman's cheeks flush with embarrassment at the endearment. Accepting a pair of handcuffs from his superior, he easily locked both her wrists into the metal and then pulled her back off the desk. Taking a second to admire her naked, he laughed openly at the semen that coated her front before remembering his instructions. "Let's go," he said, pushing her forward toward to the door and slapping her ass as she passed.
Once they were are safely out the room and away from her tormenter, Michelle felt brave enough to question the guard. "Please, where are we going?" she asked. "Can I see my daughter?"
Again the guard laughed. "I imagine so. But it seems there's a lot of people that want to see your daughter. You too, of course," he smiled and pinched her behind playfully as they rounded a corner and he motioned her through an open door.
As soon as she turned the corner strong, conflicting emotions raked through Michelle. The door through which she was being led opened into the open-aired courtyard and she was both relieved to see her daughter but fearful that Jessica was still in place, bent completely double and locked into the wooden stocks. She wanted at once to run to her but the sight of a second pillory, now being locked into place in the middle of the dusty square, made her check her run. Before she fully came to terms with the situation, the guard gripped her arm and marched her forward into the yard. Within seconds, another strong pair of hands had joined from the side, taking Michelle's other arm and walking her right passed her daughter to the second wooden contraption that now hung open and ready to receive her.
"Jessica!" Michelle cried as her head was f***ed into the wood. "It's going to be OK honey," she called as her daughter's face was replaced by a view of the ground below her. Her pillory was positioned such that it directly mirrored that of her daughter's so that the two women were head-to-head but with a gap of a few feet between them.
With the mother's hands already cuffed behind her, the men didn't bother releasing them to put them in the wrist slots and simply closed and locked the pillory around the American's head. Stepping back, all the men present admired the sight before them.
Two gorgeous women were bent at the waist and held immobile. Both were completely naked and their light skin reflected the heavy African sun in a way that was utterly seductive. While the mother's hair was dark and relatively short, it hung down loosely over her face and gave her an innocent look that was appealing. The daughter however sported long blonde hair that was a novelty in this part of Central Africa and this was driving the men wild. To start with it had hung down erratically, but at some point after her initial whipping it had been bunched together and then tied tightly around the wooded arch above her head so that she was f***ed to keep her chin up. Tape still covered the daughter's mouth, although the skin around it was wet with tears. Both women were clearly athletic and in great physical shape, although the daughter's ass was glowing a delicious red. The firm breasts of both mother and daughter hung freely beneath them and between the legs of both captives, the respective lips of their womanhood could be seen peeking through, each utterly available for the taking until their owners were released from their wooden jails.
As soon as Michelle was locked in place, she could feel the eyes of all the men on her and her daughter. Testing the limits of her restraints, she craned her neck upward and was relieved to find that she could still see her daughter. The eyes of the two women locked together, trying to draw support and faith from each other. "It's going to be OK," Michelle repeated but was silenced by a sharp slap to her buttocks by one of the men and Michelle cringed when she saw her daughter wince with the blow also, clearly fearful of their fate.
Holding her tongue, Michelle continued to look at Jessica, willing her to be strong, until she sensed movement to her side. Turning her head, she was able to make out the man from her cell walking toward them carrying, Michelle noted with horror, the umbrella stand she'd noted an hour ago.
Stopping just to the side of the bound women, the officer dropped the container on the floor and spoke to the assembled guards in English to make sure his prisoners understood every word. As he did so, more men started to wonder into the courtyard from the various wings of the surrounding building: "These two women are instigators from the West sent here to sew the seeds of their dissent. This cannot go unpunished. They are yours for now, so please help yourselves," he stated offhandedly, kicking over the stand as he spoke so that the assortment of whips, canes, and paddles spilt onto the sand. Almost immediately a couple of men collected a couple of items from the floor, trying them out through the air, as their leader turned on his heels and walked back into the building.
"No!" Michelle cried, looking at the implements of pain and the number of men already milling around them. "We're not what he says! We're with the International Foundation for Human Aid, please!" She flinched as she felt someone place a hand on the small of her back. "No, please," she sobbed, "At least let my daughter go, please."
"Listen, please," she continued to beg, as she felt more hands run under her bound arms and over her naked back. Further unseen fingers roamed down her legs, squeezing her calves and her thighs. One hand in particular drew her attention as a solitary finger started at her buttocks and then travelled over her hands and up her arm, the owner clearly walking toward her head as he teased the woman. When he stepped into view from behind the pillory, Michelle gasped and shook her head violently when she saw what he held in his free hand. "No, please no!" Smiling he showed her the paddle again, rotating it in front of her eyes, and holding it close to her face so that she could smell the leather. Then, suddenly, he was gone from sight and she felt the weight of the instrument resting gently on her ass a second later.
Waving the other men back a step, the guard pressed the paddle into the buttocks of the woman below him and moved it slowly in a circle over the meat of her ass, letting her know it was there and allowing her to anticipate what was to come. He smiled when he saw her legs shuffle nervously and then drew his arm back and brought the paddle down hard on her unprotected behind.
The f***e of the blow f***ed Michelle forward so that her shoulders hit the wood holding her head in place and then the pain in her rear followed a split second later and encompassed her whole world.
The man watched delightedly as the smack of the leather sent shockwaves across the woman's buttocks and down her thighs, the tender flesh wobbling angrily as the cheeks flushed red after just the one stroke. Reaching down, her gripped the chain of her handcuffs and lifted her hands off her back to make her body more taut as he delivered the second blow, this one lifting the woman to her toes and forcing a scream from her beautiful mouth.
Although more prepared for the pain, the second blow hurt worse than the worst, landing on already sensitive flesh and Michelle couldn't stiffen the scream that burst from her lips. It felt as if her entire backside was on fire and her complete inability to move even slightly to escape the blows made the punishment even crueller. By the time the next strike came, her sobs were uncontrollable and her misery was compounded by the fact that another man had taken a horsewhip and was gently swiping her breasts and nipples that hung exposed below her, the man seemingly taking almost c***dlike enjoyment in just making the hanging flesh swing back and forth.
Behind her, the man had struck her with the paddle again and her legs buckled briefly before the pain in her neck from the increased weight made her catch herself. Her ass felt like it was radiating heat and the whole area was one throbbing, excruciating blur. Remembering her daughter despite the pain that threatened to consume her, she strained her neck to look up and cried out in outrage as she saw one of the guards swiping at Jessica's flanks with a second paddle. As she watched, her cries of anger turned to alarm and she saw him drop the beater, slide his trousers to the ground, and then step behind the vulnerable Jessica. Spitting on his upturned hand, the guard rubbed in the saliva and then massaged his hand between the girl's legs, kicking them further apart as he did so. Looking up, he grinned as he saw Michelle watching him. Meeting her gaze, the man spanked the young captive once on her ass with an open palm, and then thrust forward into the bound girl.
Michelle screamed with the desperation as she saw the guard penetrate her daughter and watched Jessica's eyes open wide with the intrusion, her hands curling into fists within their wooden bonds. As she grunted into the tape still masking her face, Jessica's head began rocking back and forth to a steady rhythm within the confines of the pillory as the man's hips pushed her forward with each thrust. As she shouted to the man to leave her daughter alone, Michelle realised that her own paddling had ceased and that her hands were once again resting loosely on her back, not held in the air as before. Almost immediately, she understood the reason why as she felt two strong hands grip her flanks and shoed feet push her ankles wider, spreading her legs.
Having opened up the woman by kicking her feet apart, the guard coaxed his penis from his trousers and stepped forward between Michelle's legs. Wanting to prolong the Westerner's torment, he laid his dick on her lower back, just above her reddened buttocks, and pressing himself forward, groaned at the pleasurable friction in his groin. Gripping himself with his right hand, he slowly moved the head of his manhood up and down her ass cheeks, toying with the woman below him, before eventually lining it up with the entrance to her pussy and easing himself inside.
Michelle winced as the man entered her from behind and started dictating a punishing pace, using his grip on her waist to f***e movement from her hips. Each thrust into her resulted in the man's pelvis slapping roughly into her sore buttocks, and Michelle gritted her teeth, determined not to scream with her daughter suffering the same fate just yards away. Her wrists tied behind her back, Michelle's fingers occasionally brushed the belly of the guard and she curled them backward trying to avoid the intimate contact.
Having initially pummelled into the American mother bent double before him with abandon, the guard changed pace, drawing himself in and out tantalisingly slowly to underline his complete control of the woman. Holding himself completely still but buried to the hilt, he suddenly slapped her ass hard before resuming his punishing thrusts as he felt his impeding orgasm.
Head bowed, Michelle heard her rapist gasp with relief as he emptied himself inside of her, holding her tight as he jerked four or five times before releasing her with a final smack on her behind. As he stepped back, Michelle moved to shuffle her legs to try and gain some rest bite from the uncomfortably wide stance but they were pushed roughly back as immediately another man took the place of the first, groping fingers guiding his erection into her pussy without delay.
As she felt the second man slide into her and his rough hands reach underneath to cup her crop-stung breasts, Michelle strained her neck upward to check on Jessica and cried out in horror. Her daughter's hair was still tied to the pillory, forcing her chin up, and a near-naked man now stood just to the side of her head, his erect penis just inches from Jessica's face. As Michelle watched, the man pinched her daughter's nose tightly and within seconds Jessica's head began to thrash with fear at not being able to breathe as thick masking tape still covered her mouth. Reaching down, the man ripped the tape from Jessica's lips in one fast movement and, when she gasped for air, moved directly in front of her and slid the head of his penis into her open mouth.
Michelle watched helplessly as a pair of male naked buttocks obstructed her view of her daughter and that of the African still pumping away between Jessica's legs. She screamed in frustration and despair, but the sound quickly died in her throat as another man entered her line of sight. His trousers were already around his ankles and his engorged penis waived through the air as he shuffled forward, bringing his organ up to Michelle's mouth.
As the man approached, Michelle clamped her lips together and turned her head away but the guard took a handful of her hair and pulled sharply causing her to gasp with the sharp pain. As soon as her lips parted, Michelle felt them drawn apart by the man's penis as he slid it into her mouth. Desperately, she tried to move her tongue away from the probing tip but gave up as the shaft slid further into her mouth and his belly filled her field of vision. Once inside, the guard began thrusting in and out, fucking her mouth, and Michelle quickly found a way to breathe while her body bounced between the alternating rhythms of the two men simultaneously taking possession of her body. Her chin f***ed upward by the dick in her mouth, Michelle fought to keep her teeth clear, fearful of retribution to both her and her daughter if she bit down.
After several minutes, Michelle felt the man behind her reach his climax and he withdraw, spurting his seed over her lower back. Seconds after the last drop fell a third man took his place, rocking her gently by the hips and reaching under her belly to cup her mound as he took her. Soon after, warm semen filled her mouth and she was f***ed to swallow each load as jet after jet hit the back of her throat. She gulped in air when the man finally slid out of her and a quick glance up revealed a different set of buttocks standing in front of her daughter before another penis quickly took its place in Michelle's mouth again blocking her view of Jessica. This time the penis was larger and slid deeper into her mouth making Michelle fight back a gag reflex as the engorged organ slid over her tongue toward the back of her throat. As his pace quickened, the pillory began to shake as the man gripped the top of the contraption for support as he thrust into the beautiful American's mouth.
Michelle lost count of the number of men that had visited between her legs or the number of times she was f***ed to swallow as the guards seemed to come and go from the various entrances and exits to the courtyard, but eventually dicks at both ends were withdrawn and not replaced. Shifting her legs, Michelle could feel large amounts of dry come coating her naked back and buttocks while still more ran down the inside of her thighs and her ass was incredibly sore from being beaten by the leather paddle and the merciless pounding of the hips of the guards. Raising her head, Michelle looked into the face of her daughter. The men had finished with her too, but she'd obviously suffered a different fate than being f***ed to swallow the come of those that used her mouth. Instead, semen was running down her cheeks and over her chin, while still more hung in strands from her hair, eyes, and ears. Their eyes locked and Michelle felt tears run down her cheeks as she watched Jessica bite back her sobs, a small stream of come running over her lips as she did so.
"I'm so sorry, Mom," Jessica whispered. "This is all because of me." Michelle shook her head, but before she could reply both women became aware of a group of people walking toward them. Turning her head as much as she could, Michelle was able to pick out her original jailor from the cell and two of the men that had picked them up from the bus what seemed like a lifetime ago.
Reaching the two bound women, the officer spoke. "I see you both have been generous to my men," he smiled and stroked Michelle's cheek before she flinched away. "My colleagues are going to take you to the cells where you can clean up and get some rest," he continued. "You're going to need it; I've found a buyer for you."
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