Unconfirmed Reports

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UNCONFIRMED REPORTS


OK this is a sequel of sorts of ‘A SIMPLE TWO WEEK GET AWAY’. While ‘UNCONFIRMED REPORTS’ is a stand-alone story and a flash back of sorts does appear in ‘UNCONFIRMED REPORTS’ concerning that story you might want to review ‘A SIMPLE TWO WEEK GET AWAY’ to get the lay of the land. I’m not ‘story pimping’ just telling it like it is.

I’ve been working on this story on and off for months and I’ve had trouble finding a suitable ending. And that’s one reason I don’t like to so sequels, as its gets over complicated keeping it all in perspective. However tonight I think I’ve hit on a really good ending. I haven written it yet, but I’ve got it fleshed out in my mind and it’s the last chapter I’ll have to write.

‘UNCONFIRMED REPORTS’ is a rather long story so I’ll have to post in chapters.

For codes lets go with RAPE, N/C, TORTURE, HUMILIATION, ORAL, ANAL. Just about everything, but M/M and incest. I don’t write M/M and bringing in a brother for a rape scene was really complicated.

OK enough bullshit, so on with the story.

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The scruffy, contemptible man was skulking in the dimness of a trash-strewn alley. He was waiting, waiting for the NNS (Nation News Service) reporter to appear. He was swigging from a cheap bottle of rum, his matted hair nearly obscuring the patch over his left eye. His weeks long growth of beard twitched as he swallowed and kept his un-patched eye out for the reporters car. He looked like something out of a 1930’s film noir special. His ragged and stained clothing completed his tawdry resemblance.

He saw the Jeep pull up and park not 20’ from where he stood. His un-patched eye gleamed with intense interest as the Jeep’s driver door opened and a pretty blond girl alighted. He got a ‘panty shot’ as she stepped out of the high vehicle. Her skirt rose up long shapely legs so he got just a flash of ‘hot pink panties’ snuggled up on the woman’s crotch before her feet hit the pavement. He got an instant erection when she bent over to retrieve her bag from the passenger seat. The pinstripes of her skirt perfectly accenting her full ass. ‘I’d like to plug that ass,’ he thought. As she started to walk further toward him her ass began swaying in a delightfully sinuous manner. Her full C-cup titties bounced in time to her swaying gait. He felt his boner become iron hard as he imagined her bent over and him taking her doggie style while pulling on her swinging titties. ‘Every dog has his day and soon I’ll have mine,’ he thought.

Ellen Maguire walked toward him fighting down her repugnance. He was a repulsive creep, but then you can’t always choose who you associate with. He had been a good source of ‘unconfirmed reports’ for months. As a rising reporter for NNS she knew she her time had come. Just one more big story based on ‘unconfirmed reports’ and the sky would be the limit for her. Her investigative style was based on innuendo, unconfirmed reports, and a bias toward conspiracy theories of all descriptions. Most of it was smoke and mirrors, but the public at large ate it up. She was thinking all of this as she watched the man’s single eye strip her naked. She suppressed a shiver as she gave the sinister bastard a false smile.

"Miss Maguire, I have a real one for you this time! Something that will make you a huge success!" She loathed the way he talked. It was like each word he uttered had a double meaning and all the double meanings were sexual in nature, with her as the object of the sex.

She hid her loathing well when she asked. "Another story about how the entire US Government is staffed with aliens from Mars or is it about ‘blacks helicopters’ this time?"

"No, no this is a political story that reaches into the highest levels of power in the US! You remember that political activist who went missing on her two week get away in Acapulco Mexico and hasn’t been heard from since?�

“Yeah so, we ran a little burp about that and it just died. I wanted to do more in-depth, but the network wasn’t interested.� Ellen couldn’t see what he was driving at.

“Well Miss Maguire unconfirmed reports say Carol Jackson was in fact kidnapped in Acapulco on the orders of people in Washington D.C. and sold into sex slavery in East Asia. They’re making DVD’s of her being raped and other stuff. My contact said he’d seen one of the DVD’s and it really is Carol Jackson appearing in it!� The man’s single eye gleamed with grave clarity.

“WHAT? ARE YOU FUCKING SURE ABOUT THIS? Ellen shouted.

The one eyed pervert simply nodded his head in a solemn manner. He knew the bait had been taken and the trap was primed to snap shut. Meanwhile he rubbed the first two fingers of his right hand against his thumb in the universal sign for money.

Trying to conceal her distaste she reached into her bag and pulled out a wad of US currency and pushed the bills into a pocket on the man’s ratty shirt. She never touched the grimy creep if she could help it. Then without saying another word she swiftly hopped into her Jeep and sped off to the NNS building.

Ellen was animated when she reached the editors desk. "Jim, I need a film and sound crew, ASAP!" She cried out.

Perplexed Jim Creed looked up. "Settle down Ellen, first off I don’t have a film or sound crew available right now. They’re all out on other assignments! Now what the hell has you so stirred up?" He said wryly.

"I’ve got something really unparalleled, unconfirmed reports say that Carol Jackson was kidnapped on the orders of someone in Washington D.C. and sold into sex slavery in East Asia. She’s also being forced to appear in rape DVD’s and who knows what else. She was abducted in Acapulco Mexico and I’m flying down there to get the whole story. By myself if I have to!" She added with breathless doggedness.

"You can’t go alone on something like this! If it is true we’re dealing some exceedingly powerful and dangerous people! This will just have to wait until I can get crews together and provide some security! He objected.

"Jim don’t fuck me around! You know as well as I do that the trail gets colder as time goes by! Besides if the wrong people get wind of what we know this will turn into a media feeding frenzy and the bad guys will have more time to cover their tracks. Jim this story could be my ticket to a Pulitzer Prize and your ticket to more money!"

"I don’t like it Ellen, but I never could argue with you. OK draw your travel expenses and get going. I’ll try to free up film and sound crews in two or three days. In the interim you keep a low profile as this could be dangerous as hell!" He gave his warning with a solemn expression on his face.

Ellen had her travel expenses and her flight booked to Acapulco booked in short order and was out the door to hurriedly pack for her journey. She didn’t see a grubby man with a patch over his left eye pluck a high-end cell phone from a tattered pocket and hit a speed dial number.

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The flight to Acapulco was uneventful and boring. Once in Acapulco she picked up her car at the rental agency (Another Jeep because she was familiar with the brand and anyway NNS was picking up the tab) and set out for the beach where Carol Jackson was last seen. She could have contacted the local authorities, but she was leery of doing so. It had been her experience that any local authorities were either in on whatever or more concerned with protecting the reputation of their local area than they were with anything else.

Ellen made what she hoped were discreet inquiries along the beach with lifeguards and bartenders. All evidence pointed to Carol Jackson taking off into the hinterlands of Mexico and not being abducted from the beach. It was just as she suspected the report in the media was either erroneous or intentionally falsified.

Ellen began a trek out into the hinterlands surrounding Acapulco that were infrequently visited by tourists. She was glad that she had rented the Jeep, as the back roads in Mexico were even worse than in her native Pennsylvania.

Traffic was light as Ellen headed south on a pothole-pocked track. She stopped in tiny villages and asked about a Gringa woman that might have passed that way some time ago. She was always directed further southeast and deeper into what had become dense jungle on both sides of the road. Abruptly about 50 miles out of Acapulco she came upon a decrepit bus slewed sideways in the road. To judge from the appearance of the bus it had broken a front axel, hit a huge tree, and then went broadside in the road. Ellen was fuming as the next town was still some miles away and she saw no one around the bus.

Abruptly there were two vehicles behind her Jeep, a van, and a Humvee. The vehicles were close on the rear bumper of her Jeep so that she couldn’t back up as she had intended to. She powered down the drivers window and yelled back. “HEY ASSHOLE’S THE FUCKING ROAD IS BLOCKED! BACK THE FUCK UP SO I CAN TURN AROUND!’ Ellen didn’t suffer fools gladly and in her opinion any place besides the US was entirely populated with fools.

The men were upon Ellen’s Jeep with smooth practiced moves. The drivers door was yanked open and Ellen pulled from her car. Ellen began at once to struggle, kicking and attempting to bite her attackers. There was a ‘Tazer’ in her brief case that she had smuggled through customs, but it was out of reach at the moment. To the astonishment of her attackers she twisted free and attempted to run. Then a knotted fist struck her low in the abdomen and drove the breath from her body. As she cradled her aching abdomen and struggled for breath her hands were wrenched behind her back and secured with what she knew were plastic ties. Then a black hood was pulled over her head and she was dragged away. She still attempted to struggle until what she knew was the muzzle of a gun was jammed in her abdomen and right into her navel. The message was clear, keep struggling and get a bullet in the belly. Half carried and half dragged she was tossed bodily into the van and she heard the rear doors close with a loud clang.

The van seemed to drive on forever, twisting and turning and bouncing along. This made Ellen queasy as the hood over her head was hot and stifling, she felt sweat running down her face, painfully stinging her eyes. Finally she felt the van slow down and stop, she heard the sound of a door opening, the van moved forward a few feet and stopped again. The rear doors were opened and she was dragged out, and dropped hard on a cold floor. She heard gruff voices, military sounding speaking rapid fire Spanish. She understood Spanish if it was spoken slowly enough, but rapid-fire delivery defeated her. She felt rough strong hands pulling her to her feet, dragging her along by her arms. She knew they must be going down a long narrow corridor the way her escorts heavy boots reverberated off the walls. Finally they stopped, she felt the plastic ties on her wrists being cut, and she quickly rubbed her now free hands together trying to restore circulation. Suddenly the hood was yanked from her head so the bright lights of the room combined with the sweat in her eyes blinded her.

"Welcome Miss Maguire, I am Colonel Nogales, I do apologize for this, and ¡Dios mÃÂ*o! you appear to have been roughly treated. I do apologize for that, as my men are rather a rough lot. We do however have facilities for you to freshen up." The uniformed officer spoke impeccable American English with a Mid-American accent.

Dazed, confused, still unable to see, after the terror of her abduction without thinking she responded. “What’s this all about? Why have you brought me here?�

“In good time Miss Maguire, all in good time. Now would you like to freshen up?� Colonel Nogales manner was courteous and disarming so that Ellen’s fears began to subside.

"Yes please that would be wonderful!" She would have killed for a shower, but a wash up was better than nothing.

“Would you like fresh clothing? Your luggage has been brought in as well." Colonel Nogales was still gracious as he smiled at her with his brilliant white teeth.

"Err no just let me freshen up a bit," she responded still befuddled.

"We will make sure you have the occasion to change later." He said with what could have been a leer instead of a smile.

"One of you men take her to the restroom and give her, her toilet articles."

One of the loutish looking guards beckoned to her and she uneasily followed him to a large open restroom, a toilet and sink were all that were in the room. There was no door on the room or any partitions. She went right to the sink, and began to clean her face, the guard handed her a towel and some Excedrin back & body, which she quickly took.

"Thank you," she said the guard remained mute and stood by her side. He was a huge, hideous, creature, smelling of cheap wine, cheaper cologne, and body odor. "Uh excuse me, but I’d like some privacy to use the toilet."

"No comprendo!" He rumbled in barely understandable Spanish.

"Yeah I just bet you don’t!" She had never heeded the call of nature in front of a man and she had no intention of starting the practice in front of a 3rd world Neanderthals.

"No comprendo! Usted puede piss sus pantalones para todos cuidado del." He rumbled again in his execrable version of Spanish, but he had responded to her English statement in Spanish. He had also told her she could piss her pants for all he cared. This confirmed her suspicion that he did speak English and was just fucking with her by saying he didn’t.

"At least turn you back please!" He didn’t shift his body or speak, just stared at her with his avaricious eyes. Now refreshed slightly by the Excedrin Ellen was becoming infuriated. Then she saw that pleading was of no avail. She pulled up her skirt and sat on the toilet. "You won’t be wearing than damned uniform when I get through with you!" Ellen had the traditional Irish temper to go with her surname and was never shy about allowing that temper free rein.

The guard showed huge green teeth at the sound of Ellen’s urine spurting into the toilet bowl filled he small room. She flushed pink as the guard continued to grin as she carefully wiped between her legs. Ellen’s always-volatile temper was now in control again and she was vowing to make these 3rd world assholes pay for humiliating her.

She finished, flushed, and went back to the sink washing up, as angrily she muttered to herself. "This 3rd world shit-hole and two for a nickel colonel are going to wish they never heard of Ellen Maguire." She was regaining her equanimity and self-assurance. She was Ellen Maguire and no 3rd world assholes were going to intimidate her.

Ellen was more than annoyed as anger took its full hold on her. By the time she had finished her 2nd wash-up she was in a fine fettle. "ASSHOLE! 3RD WORLD PIECE OF TRASH!" She shouted as she stormed out of the room, her long legs moving so fast the guard had to jog to keep up. Colonel Nogales door was closed, but she furiously barged through it anyway. A stunned Colonel Nogales and another guard looked up from her open brief case. Her Tazer and various documents were scattered about the officers desk.

"Just what in the fuck do you think you’re doing? Colonel Nogales or whatever the hell you name is, that’s my personal property. She leaned over the desk and shoved a finger almost into his mouth. Do you know who I am? I’m Ellen Maguire, world-class journalist, my people are looking for me now, and they have a lot of influence. When my embassy and NNS gets through with your 3rd world shit-hole of a country your two for a nickel ass is going to be out on your 3rd world ass. Now I want my stuff back and a ride out of here and back to my Jeep and I fucking want it NOW!" She said with fury and aggression as she stood back and crossed her arms over her chest with an angry expression on her face. The tapping of her impatient toe on the floor was the only sound in the office for some long seconds.

Colonel Nogales stood up looked her right in the eye and calmly spoke. "I know who you are Miss Maguire, that is why you are here. I also know that this Tazer we found is illegal for foreigners to have in my country. For that alone you could be sent to prison for up to three years. In addition I was going through these documents hoping for a quick resolution to the real difficulty. Regrettably you have made no mention of names or dates of your sources or who else is aware of what you are doing her. Now just so there is no misunderstanding let me explain your legal position. You are in my country with a contraband device and some very disturbing documents. You are in my custody, and under our laws I can hold you for as long as necessary without any charges or warrants. I can interrogate you by any means necessary, no one will be looking for you so now sit down and read this."

Her anger now spent, reality started to sink in, she slowly sat down and took the document he held out and began to read, it was a simple news release.

‘The Jeep that reporter Ellen Maguire was driving southeast of Acapulco Mexico was found today at the bottom of a deep ravine. The Jeep had crashed and burned before falling in a rain-swollen river. There is no sign of Ellen Maguire and its feared her body may never be found. Local authorities have said that there was no chance that anyone could have survived the crash.’

Shocked Ellen let the paper slip from her fingers and to the floor. Colonel Nogales continued. "You see, we are not the simple 3rd world wogs you take us for. Now the news of your car crash has been released to the wire services, NNS, and the US Embassy. Of course if you cooperate we can build some sort of fiction story about how you were thrown from your car, etc, etc. You are very good at creating fictional stories so that won’t be a problem. Now you will be released when you identify your sources, names, dates and so on. I have been trained by your military intelligence and others of your nations intelligence services. Unless you do as I order will have to demonstrate what I learned from them. You Americans pretend to be holier-than-thou, however you Americans are the world’s preeminent torture experts!"

He could see Ellen’s face pale with fear, she was trembling, and it was time to begin. "Now Miss Maguire stand up and remove all of your clothing." Ellen’s jaw dropped, she looked at him with terrified, incredulous eyes, she was trapped and in trouble.

Ellen tried to think, she had lost control some how, and she had to get it back. Then her self-assurance came back, she was Ellen Maguire and no fucking spic Colonel was going to intimidate her. "No fucking way you smarmy bastard you’ve already humiliated me by sending me to the restroom with that swine of a guard, you want my clothes off you take them off, you piece of shit!"

‘What a hellcat.’ he thought, ‘breaking her will be a very enjoyable experience.’ "No, that will not happen, Miss Maguire, I am an officer and a Caballero. Furthermore I do not lower myself to ‘grunt work’. You are however right, Sergeant Jemez is a swine, so I shall turn you over to him and let him take you to his quarters and return you to me naked. Of course I can’t be responsible for what use Sergeant Jemez will make of your lovely body before he returns you to me. He may even call in some of his friends to help in stripping you.

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Ellen had come face to face with her second indignity of the day so she turned her back to him and started to undue her blouse. "Turn around Miss Maguire, face me, or face Sergeant Jemez."

She muttered, "Bastard," as she faced him and started to remove her blouse, he sat down as he didn’t want her to see him get the erection he knew was coming watching this beautiful woman slowly strip. She slowly slid out of the blouse, folded it neatly and placed it on his desk, he watched with lustful eyes as her skirt slid down her shapely hips gorgeous thighs, and firm calves, this too was folded neatly and placed on his desk.

She stood before him now with loathing in her eyes she was wearing a black slip, her bra, low-heeled shoes, and panties. "Satisfied now Colonel," she said with contempt in a show of defiance putting her hands on her hips.

"In point of fact, no Miss Maguire, you were told to remove all your clothing. That means I want so see nothing, but your lovely bare skin!"

Again she was losing this war of wills, and personalities. She quickly kicked off her shoes and skinned out the rest of her clothing without making direct eye contact with either of the two men. Her arms at her sides she stood before him with a look of defeat on her face. His eyes roamed her body, “Superb," he said to himself, beautiful breasts, flat, toned abdomen, with a delightful wedge of blonde pubic hair at the base of that abdomen.

He said, "Sit down, Miss Maguire," in English.

Then to Sergeant Jemez in rapid fire Spanish, "Abofetee a esta puta de Yankee a la silla, después podemos comenzar a gozarnos!"

Ellen hadn’t caught it all, but she had caught Yankee whore and cuff her. Minute by minute her situation was deteriorating and she seemed helpless to stop it.

Without a word she sat again in the hard wooden chair, noticing for the first time that the chair was bolted to the floor. Sergeant Jemez produced handcuffs and cuffed her wrists behind the chair back. Then he savored the feel of her bare leg as he secured it to the chair leg. The same was done with the other leg, his fingers roaming up the calf and thigh as he did so. Completely repulsed, Ellen closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip slightly to keep from crying out.

Colonel Nogales picked up desk phone and said in English. "Send in Lieutenant Cruz." Then turning to the woman bound before him said, "You are going to meet an old friend."

Ellen had no idea what he was talking about, she heard the door open and felt her skin crawl as she heard the words. "Any more unconfirmed reports?"

The man who belonged to that voice circled her chair and stood at her side. Ellen’s heart sank she started to tremble, "What, what are you doing here, who are you? You don’t have an eye patch!"

"I am Lt Cruz, ‘Special Services’, I’m here to help with your interrogation, and in fact I will be your main interrogator." His words sent a chill up her spine.

"You bastard, you set me up," she said, "but, but you also gave me other leads!"

"Yes, but I gave you nothing you would have not found out about anyhow," he said. "And, I didn’t set you up, you set yourself up, with your arrogance, and disdain for us, you were in such a hurry for your own career advancement you never questioned anything. You were being fed bits and pieces in order to focus your attention on bullshit stories. That piece you did sometime ago about corruption in Mexico and Latin America however struck a nerve. It was at first determined that you should be terminated. Then cooler heads prevailed and it was decided that you would be led astray. Suddenly that piece about Carol Jackson surfaced. We knew you would eventually come back to that. It was then determined that you would have to be dealt with by other means. Candidly Miss Maguire, you were very dense." His words were like slaps in the face to her inflated ego.

"You believe you are so important and so well known you were safe from any reprisal. Why you’re not even news, your alleged death only rated three small paragraphs. America and the world are concerned with the Middle East, oil, money, and the stock markets. The death of a reporter no matter how well known is back page news that soon isn’t news at all.� Ellen’s erstwhile contact was enjoying himself enormously.

Ellen’s heart sank with these words. "Your countrymen don’t give a damn that you’re going to be interrogated, tortured, and raped. In fact your interrogation, torture, and rape will make a tidy profit for us when we sell it to discriminating viewers in your own country."

Ellen trembled in fear now, the thought of torture or rape never had entered her mind, the power she had wielded at NNS was now gone. She was naked and bound in a chair someplace in the Mexican hinterlands and only Jim Creed knew she was even in Mexico. "W-what, what do you want of me?" she asked, her voice quavering with fear.

"Names, the names of all who might be going to inflate the disappearance of Carol Jackson into a major media event. I want to know chapter and last detail with dates, names, and times. Oh and by the way I hope you don’t talk! I want to really work on you until you scream for mercy and no mercy is forthcoming!� By the time Lt. Cruz had finished his rant he was fairly spitting foam from his lips. The months of playing the disheveled vagrant in the US and dealing with the high and mighty Yankees has taken a toll on his own self-esteem.

Though his words ripped into her very soul Ellen again began to reclaim her strength of will. She had been deliberately deceived and led astray by those she held the utmost contempt for. Jim Creed was the only one who knew where she was and he didn’t know exactly. Jim was also the only one who knew what story she was chasing. Still Jim would not be concerned until the crew he promised to send her didn’t find her in Acapulco. That could be a least three days, maybe more. If she told these people only Jim knew in detail what she was up to that might sign her death warrant and his as well. No she could give them nothing and hope that Jim or the US Embassy would ride to the rescue.

She wasn’t going to give in to this sleazy torture cop. She would think of something, something to postpone the tortures, or something to give her strength to withstand them. In a final gesture of defiance she simply said. “I have nothing to say. I wish to talk to a US Embassy Official.

Colonel Nogales opened a panel behind his desk revealing it contained a flat screen, and a DVD recorder/player. As he turned it on and inserted a disk Ellen thought, ‘Something, something to give me strength.’ Then an old quote from the Watergate hearings entered her mind, so she said it. “I have no recollection of that.�

The disk spun, Lt. Cruz was behind her, his hands on her shoulders. Every time a blurred face came on the screen he would ask, "Who is this?"

Cringing at the touch of his hands she would only reply. " I have no recollection of that." The video played on and on so did her repeating of the same phrase. Lt. Cruz started to run his hands over her breasts, pinching her pink nips." OH GOD," she cried. " I have no recollection of that." His hands slipped over her breasts, and hefted both of them. "I have no recollection of that." His hands now roamed down her flat abdomen flitted over her blonde pubic wedge, as she bit her lip, in revulsion. "I have no recollection of that." The fingers now passed through her pubic hair tugging at her closed nether lips, pinching and probing her most sensitive area she screamed. "I HAVE NO RECOLLECTION OF THAT."

The video played on and on, she was subject to every indignity his fingers could provide yet she still screamed. "I HAVE NO RECOLLECTION OF THAT." The video ended, Cruz walked around until he was facing her, she was breathing hard. Her throat dry, she desperately wanted a drink of water. She was now getting cold, the cuffs on her wrists and ankles hurt, he cupped her chin in his hand and said. "Ellen, times up, you did not give us a single name do you want to change your mind, see the video again?"

With as much defiance as she could muster she looked him straight in the eye and said. "I HAVE NO RECOLLECTION OF THAT."

In anger he doubled his right fist and punched her in the abdomen just below her navel. Ellen’s vulnerable abdomen caved in as breath was driven from her body and aching pain raced into her guts. Her abdomen lurching in pain she shook her head to regain her composure, then again looking Lt. Cruz straight in the eye said. "Is that the best you can do you slimly pimp?"

Lt. Cruz when white in the face with anger as his right fist began to hammer into her abdomen with rapid-fire punches. Ellen reeled in the chair as breath left her body and unremitting aching pain assailed her insides.

Colonel Nogales cautioned Lt. Cruz in Spanish. "Cuidadoso no deseamos coger para arriba sus interiores tan malos que ella puede ser que muera!"

Dimly Ellen realized Colonel Nogales had said, "Careful we don't want to fuck up her insides so bad that she might die!" She knew he wasn’t concerned with her health, he just didn’t want to break their toy before they were finished playing with it.

Lt. Cruz mastered himself and lit a cigarette he leaned forward puffing on it till the tip was glowing red hot then forcefully pressed the glowing tip into her right breast on the sensitive underside. Ellen screamed in pain. “AAAAAAAAIIIEEE!� ‘God that hurt,� she thought, she looked down at her breast and wondered if the burn would leave a scar, but these pricks not going to win. "Now you’ve done it you little fucking creep, now I’m marked, Amnesty International will hear of this!"

"You assume that your body will even be around for Amnesty International to see." He puffed on the smoke again and now touched it to the inside of her thigh, just below the crease where leg met torso. Ellen screamed again and mercifully fainted.

Smelling salts held by Colonel Nogales brought Ellen back to her nightmare, Cruz was nowhere to be seen, "Ellen, tell him what he wants, please," said the Colonel. "Let me get you some water." He held a glass of water for her to drink, "I don’t condone this you know, the torture of a young woman. But we have to get those names and I don’t really command Lt. Cruz. He is in another chain of command and I can’t stop him from ripping you apart if he wants to do so. Please Ellen cooperate, he has taken a break when he returns give him the names."

Now somewhat refreshed Ellen sensed a weakness in Nogales, maybe an asset. "I can’t you must understand this, I simply can’t," she said.

"Ellen I’m going to show you another video, of what can happen to you. It’s not Lt. Cruz at work, but it is some people he is on good terms with. It is not pretty, but it is what is in store for you if you don’t cooperate." He said as he went to the VCR.

Ellen watched as the video started to roll, it was professionally done with sound and lighting to match. The was an Oriental that Ellen didn’t recognize and appeared to have been shot is some sort of prison or jail. She did however recognize the face of Carol Jackson the very woman who’s disappearance she was investigating. Then the horror unfolded in front of Ellen’s unbelieving eyes.

The Chinaman gave a little laugh. “You will find precious little humanity here my dear and a great deal of lust. So are you having second thoughts my dear, well I'm afraid its to late now, we couldn't disappoint our repulsive friends behind the bars now could we? They are so looking forward to instructing you in the gentle art of uninhibited, very deep, and repeated sexual intercourse. It has been a very long time since they have had the chance to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh. I feel sure that they will have plenty of nice potent sperm to fill up that flat belly of yours. Of course it won’t remain flat for long as I’m sure you’ll be impregnated shortly.�

"Please, I'll do anything, anything! Oh God don't! Please!� She begged.

"Yes you will, by the time these sex starved bastards have finished with you, you will do anything to avoid being put in with them again. Then if you’re really good we’ll allow you an abortion and allow your tubes to be tied so it doesn’t happen again. If however you persist in bad behavior you’ll be forced to have child after child until you’re a fucked out piece of shit fit only for the cheapest of dives." He nodded to the men holding her. "One of you start the cameras, your time has come Yankee slut, OK put her inside!"

Those outside saw Carol disappear inside a mass of lust crazed naked bodies, they heard her heart-rending screams above the clamor of the excited convicts. “AHHHHH NOOO YOU CAN’T DO THIS!�

"Jesus," one of the onlookers exclaimed," those randy bastards are going to tear her apart!"

Carol was surrounded by a mob of twenty or more naked, sex-starved males, desperate for satisfaction. She screamed and squealed as dozens of hands explored her naked body. She tried to fight them off, hitting and swatting at them. Two rough sweating hands clutched at her breasts. Carol tried to pull them off, but they held on, she cried out as they squeezed hard, other hands gripped her hair. Fingers probed her ears and nostrils as hands rubbed her back and clawed at her belly. Men knelt around her legs, pulling on them, forcing them apart, while others stroked up and around her thighs and gripped her round buttocks. Carol screamed as a long rough finger pushed up into her vagina. Her hands went down between her legs as she tried to protect herself. The hands fondling her breasts released them to be immediately replaced by two more which began squeezing and pinching. She wrenched at the hand between her legs and managed to dislodge it, but wailed in despair as three strong hands caught each of her wrists and arms and forced them away. Instantly three more hands thrust between her thighs. Carol screamed,

"AIIIIEEEEE NO! NO! NO! DON’T! NO!"

A dozen hands pulled at her legs, she tried desperately to stop them being drawn apart. Before she knew it she was standing with her legs wide, hands stroked up her trembling thighs, two new hands were exploring her breasts. She cried out as squirming fingers between her thighs gripped her outer labia pulling them apart. She flinched as the hard-calloused pad of one grazed her clitoris, then another found her vaginal lips and pushed inside. Carol jerked backwards, tying to throw herself away from it, but there were to many men holding her, she could do nothing as the finger continued its journey deeper into her tight vagina.

Unbelievably she felt yet another digit begin poking at her anus, she screamed in shock when it thrust up into her rectum, wriggling and scrapping. The panting, growling pack surrounding Carol shifted and fought as more of the convicts tried to get their hands on her. Suddenly she broke free, lurching a few steps her hands held out in front of her as she sought escape from a nightmare. She had almost reached the bars, but in moments they were on her again, she kicked and lashed out, recoiling in disgust as something hard and wet pushed into one of her smooth hands.

Those outside the cell got a good look at Carol for the first time since she had been put in with the convicts. Her svelte body already bore the marks of their frenzied assault. Her large firm breasts glistened with the sweat and grease from their filthy hands. There were smears of dirt and fingernail scratches on her abdomen and thighs. In seconds she was helpless again as brutish hands captured her wrists and upper arms forcing them up behind her, others gripped her hair, pulling her head back, arching her body.

More were around her legs, clutching at her thighs and knees dragging her legs apart ounce more. Carol cried out as simultaneously her large firm breasts were grasped and squeezed as fingers probed her vaginal lips and anus, before thrusting up into her tight moist orifices. The heaving reeking throng of men around her were wheezing and grunting with excitement, some were already rubbing their cocks over her silken skin as they still shuffled and pushed. Carol's breasts were mauled by hand after hand. They were exceptionally rough with her, digging their fingers into the firm shivering cones, rubbing and tweaking her nipples to keep them erect pink buds. When they got the chance the brutes began to bite and suck on them, licking and slobbering over the whole surface, her small upturned breasts were dripping with spittle, Her pale pink nipples were plucked into hot, wet greedy mouths suckled and milked so furiously that she cried out in pain.

Even as they took turns attacking her breasts, others continued to explore her tight, warm pussy and rectum with their fingers. Carol kicked and writhed in the grip of scores of hands, she felt their hard cocks rubbing and poking against her body as the pack jostled and swarmed around her. She recoiled when without warning she felt something hot and glutinous shoot up her back and over her buttocks. The convicts were so worked up now that some couldn't stop themselves ejaculating. Two more came uncontrollably, their spunk squirting up between Carol's breasts and spewing all over her belly. The stench of the men's cum filled her nostrils, nauseating her. She couldn't believe how much revolting, reeking semen had been spurted on her, as it slithered and slid down her abdomen and legs in large sticky globules.

The horde couldn't wait any longer they needed sexual release, and this Amazon sized Yankee slut was going to provide it. Some men dragged a thin, filthy mattress over and Carol was pulled down onto it, on her back. Her arms were pulled high above her head and held flat by two convicts, two others caught her flailing legs. Carol kicked at them, as they wrestled with her jerking legs, all were amazed at the strength in her Amazon sized body, as fought them with all her might. However soon four more wheezing men joined the first two. With six men now holding her legs, try as she might Carol was powerless. They maneuvered her legs into the air and heaved them apart, Carol continued to thrash about, bucking and twisting her hips, crying out as her long legs were stretched as wide as they would go. Then finally yanked down past her shoulders, her buttocks lifted off the stained surface of the mattress. To Carol's shock and dismay, her pubic mound, topped with its soft triangle of golden hair was thrown up and she felt her labia lips spring apart, offering her body to the foul pack.

She screamed, "OH! NO! OH! UGH AAAAAAAAIIIEEE!"

Carol squirmed and rocked, her lithe legs quivered and writhed in the restraining hands. Her taught abdomen tightened and she gave little jerks and lifts of her hips, as she tried desperately to close her labia lips. The rabid throng of degenerate men all stared in wonder at the tiny pink slit opening and closing, waiting for them to plunge their rock hard cocks into it.

She heaved as the first of the hideous convicts was on her. His cock was huge, sticking up, repulsive and obscene. He guided it against her open labia lips and pushed. While Carol was a tall well built woman not many male organs had plumbed the depths of her sexual orifice. She therefore had a much tighter sexual opening than one would at first assume.

Carol cried out in horror and despair. "NOOOOO! PLEASE DON'T! NO! NO! GGGNNNN!" She felt her vaginal opening stretch around the plump cock-head as it suddenly popped into her vagina.

"UGHHHH! NOOO!" Carol screamed,

It was inside her as she began struggling ferociously once more. The foul brutish pack around her snorted and grunted as they watched the woman’s supple body buck and squirm in desperation and revulsion, as it was penetrated by a large, thick cock for the first time in years. The convict who's privilege it was to go first, shuffled up onto her body, as he bucked his way inside her. He spread his scruffy thighs each side of her up turned buttocks, his hands gripping her sinuous waist, settling himself into position ready for a deep ride.

Jerking his hips the bestial like man pushed his engorged cock deeper into her Amazon like body of his unwilling sex partner. He groaned, she felt so good, her little used cunt felt so warm and velvety, lined with tiny corrugations that teased his bare knob as he moved deeper with each flex of his buttocks. Carol cried and gasped as she fought the vile invasion of her belly with all her strength, heaving and twisting against the pitiless relentless hands that gripped her arms and legs. Although they were all to strong for her and there were so many of them, she was powerless.

The filthy, degenerate animals who held Carol's long slim legs, jerked on them, hitching them a smidgen higher and wider. She gasped as the brutal cock thrust again, penetrating deeper. Six inches were already inside her. Then with another heave he rammed the full eight and a half into her, his bulbous cock-head jogged over her cervix. Carol squealed, her flexible body arching in horror, it felt so vile and nasty.

"OH! UGH!" She shuddered under him. "NO! STOP IT! OH! OH! STOPPPPP I DON’T WANT YOU ANIMALS PUTTING A BASTARD IN MEEEE!"

The brute couldn't stop himself even if he had wanted to. He was so excited, the feel of the shuddering sexual tunnel that gripped him like a velvety glove and the pliant cone of flesh that his bare knob was pushing against finished him off, as he came explosively. His cock twitched, spewing out long jets of semen, again and again, he grunted and thrust against her, trying to bury himself even deeper into her belly.

Carol gasped in horror and revulsion, as her vagina was flooded with hot disgusting slime. She screamed, “AHHHHH NOOOOO NOT INSIDE MEEEE!� The panting, sweating brutish animals surrounding her giggled and sniggered, with obscene relish, holding onto her writhing, jerking body, as she tried vainly to escape her first forced insemination, but not her last. She was going to be compelled to have the deepest, most depraved sexual intercourse with all twenty sex-starved convicts, who would want to do it again and again. It was going to be a very long time before these fiends rapacious cravings were satiated.

More coming

[deputyduffy]

Good stripping scene...

7 out of 10

[nahkit]

Great Story, when can we read the rest?

[medic1]

Excelent story can't wait for the next instalment.