He turned to me and grabbed my pubic bone again. This time when his finger went into me there was no resistance, it went straight in. He moved it all around inside me. I couldn’t help it; I let out a moan and shuddered as I orgasmed. After he’d had enough with his finger he pulled it out and stood back. “Bend over the desk,” he said.
Oh no! I thought, he’s going to fuck me. I was getting scared. I could hear him doing something and it sounded like he was undoing his trousers. I thought ‘brace yourself girl’.
The next thing I felt was a finger going into my ass. It waggled round and pushed quite hard into me. Then it came out. A few seconds later I felt a thumb going into my ass and a finger going into my pussy. I was then lifted up by that hand. That hurt.
He moved me about a bit then pulled his hand out and told me to stand up and turn and face him. I then had to spread my legs again and put my hands on my head. He then went round to the desk and got out this lump of plastic with 2 metal bars coming out of one end about 2 inches apart. At first I didn’t realise what it was, but I soon found out.
He kept me standing there for a couple of minutes before coming up to me and rubbing the device up and down my front. He was saying something about not wanting women like me in the country, but I wasn’t really listening to him. Every time the device went over my breasts or lower stomach I got a tingling in my nipples and pussy. It wasn’t from the device; it was just where it was being rubbed. I could feel my juices starting to run down the insides of my legs.
Then it happened, the device was on my right nipple when I got this incredibly strong pain all over. I’ve had the odd 240-volt shock by accident at home before, but this was like hundreds of times stronger. My knees buckled and I screamed out in pain. Somehow I managed to stay on my feet, but I’m not sure how. After the initial pain my nipple was rock hard and hurting like hell. My pussy was responding too, I could feel an orgasm coming on.
Readers of my journal will know that pain is something that gives me pleasure, the more the pain, the more the pleasure.
I looked at the sergeant and saw the smile on his face, and the bulge in his trousers.
The stun gun moved to my left nipple and I watched and waited. I think I saw his finger move a bit, and then I saw the blue arc of electricity as it jumped from one prong, through my nipple then to the other prong. This time I did collapse to the floor. The incredible pain took me over the edge and I moaned and shook as I had one of the best orgasms that I’d had for weeks.
The man just watched me, and when I stopped shaking he told me to stand up again. While I was standing there he cleared just about everything off the top of the desk then told me not to move. He disappeared for a couple of minutes then came back with another guard.
The new guard had a good look at me then explored my breasts and pussy with his hands. When he touched my nipples and clit I just about came again. My nips were harder than they’ve ever been before.
The sergeant told me to lie on my back on the desk. When I was there he told me to put my hands on my head, and to open my legs again. By that time my pussy was gaping open and I could feel their breath inside my hole as they bent down for a close look.
I felt the stun gun prongs on my clit and got scared. I know that my pussy can take being whipped, but I didn’t think that it could take the stun gun. I tensed-up in anticipation and my face showed that I was scared.
It hit me. I’ve never screamed so loud and cum so hard. My clit felt like it was a burning lead football. I’m sure that I was squirting cum out over the desk. I was shaking and sweating for what seemed like hours. I vaguely remember seeing the big grin on the two men’s faces.
Then it happened again. I thought that Jon’s whippings had taken me to the limits, but I was wrong. I came over and over again. I was shattered.
The third time it happened I just felt a bit of pain then the next thing I knew I was waking-up in a heap on the floor. The two men were still there, but there was a middle-aged woman there as well. I guess that she was their superior as they jumped when she shouted something at them.
The men grabbed my arms and dragged me out of the room and out into the open air. My wrists were tied together and the rope was slung over a beam at the side of the building. I was pulled-up until my feet just touched the ground. Ropes were tied to my ankles and my legs were pulled apart.
I’ve spent many hours restrained in that position so I didn’t need to try to support my weight on my feet. I was too knackered anyway. You get used to being having little blood going to your hands, and your shoulders get used to the pain.
One of the men got a bucket of water and threw it over me. It felt nice, and it woke me up. The man who spoke English then told me that they didn’t have a prison cell there and that I’d have to stay there until my flight out of the country.
Little did he know that I like being naked out in public, especially when I have no control over it. Even if I had just about been killed with the pain and pleasure.
After a minute or so I started to take in where I was. I was at the side of some sort of service road to the airport. There was what looked like airport workers walking up and down the road and the odd lorry going passed. The road was about 3 metres from where I was and most of the passing people were looking over towards me. Most just looked and kept walking, but a few stopped for a while and had a good look.
After about an hour or so some teenagers (boys and girls) saw me and came over to me. They were talking to each other, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying. Eventually one of the boys put a hand on my left tit. When he touched the nipple I winced, it was VERY tender and still rock hard. His hand pulled back for a second but soon came back, and had a good grope. The hand then went down to my pubes and he gave a slight smile as he held my bald pubes. Only for a second though because it soon went in between my legs and into my pussy. When he touched my clit I really winced and tried to pull back. My clit still felt like a burning football.
They all had a grope of me, even the girls who seemed very interested in my lack of pubic hair and large clit.
Eventually they left and I was left to soak up the sun. My pussy was leaking juices all the time, but the sun was drying them before they dripped off my feet.
A couple of hours later a dirty, scruffy man came up to me. He looked like a vagrant, and a slightly retarded one at that. He had a good grope as well, and even got his dick out and tried to get it to reach my pussy. He didn’t appear to have the sense (fortunately) to realise that he’d have to have something to stand on to get high enough.
After a few minutes he gave up and wandered off, much to the amusement of one of the guards who came out to check on me.
It was a guard that I hadn’t seen before and he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to have a good grope. He was a bit surprised too when he pushed a finger into me and found Ben, but that didn’t stop him bringing me close to cumming them then leaving me frustrated.
By the time the guards finally untied me I was getting a little sun-burned. They gave me my clothes and told me to put them on. It was a bit difficult because my arms and hands were numb from having hung by my wrists for hours.
Eventually I managed it and they ‘escorted’ me to the international airport and to the check-in. Walking was painful as my clit was still very swollen and sore. After I’d checked-in they saw me through passport control then left me. I checked my handbag; everything was there except for the CD with the videos on. I guess that it (and copies of it) will be doing the rounds in Cuba now.
The flight back to Miami was uneventful, albeit a bit painful, and it didn’t really help wearing Ben, they only seemed to make my clit swell more. I was very thirsty and drank quite a lot of water and beer on the flight.
When I got back to the hotel Jon was waiting in reception for me. He knew something was wrong because he’d had a phone call from his client. When he’d been unable to find me he’d asked around and heard that a blonde, white girl had been arrested. He’d decided to get out of there as soon as he could.
Jon took me up to our room then inspected the ‘damage’. He assured me that my nipples were all right, just swollen. When he touched them I nearly came because they were still tingling and very sensitive. I did cum when Jon inspected my clit and then retrieved Ben. After that he told me to take a ‘cool’ bath – which didn’t help – apart from feeling clean again.
It was late(ish) that night when Jon took me to a restaurant with me wearing just my red mesh dress and high heels. It was a good job that I don’t wear underwear as they would have been quite obvious. Wearing nothing under it looks a lot more obvious. We got lots of attention from the waiters but I was too tired to enjoy it.
Thursday
Jon let me sleep until 8:00 am. When I woke up the sun was shining, the curtains were wide open and Jon had taken the covers off me. I turned my head and looked out of the window to see a man on a balcony in the hotel opposite. He was staring straight at me.
There was a knock on the door and I heard Jon shout from the bathroom. “Get that please V.” I quickly looked for a robe or something but everything was put away. ‘What the hell!’ I thought and opened the door in the nude. The look on the waiter’s face was priceless. Jon had ordered breakfast and the waiter wheeled it in and set it up on the table. All the time he kept looking over to me. I just stood and watched, still holding the door wide open.
A young couple walked by and the man got quite a surprise when he saw me, but it was the woman who stared at me until they were passed me.
The waiter ran out of things to do to prolong his stay and walked up to me and held his hand out. When I realised what he wanted I walked over to where my bag was. It was on the floor so I bent at the waist and gave him a great view of my pussy as I slowly got some money out. When I stood up I saw Jon standing in the bathroom door watching with a big grin on his face. The waiter hadn’t even seen him.
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