Interrogation Of Juanita.

[Lee Boudine]

( I regret no one has seen fit to pick up on Juanita. Is there anyone out there that enjoys Interrogation Fantasy ? )

Sweat ran in rivulets from Juanita's body. One large stream ran down between her breasts. Droplets fell from her nipples and pubic hair. Her buttocks and her breasts glistened. Her eyes were glassy: exhausted. Still Commandante persisted with jabs of the cattle prod to stimulate the unfortunate girl.

"EEEEEeeeeeeyyyyyyyiiiiiiIIII !", Juanita screamed as he administered a strong shock between her legs.

" You are not tired yet whore; tell me about your rebel friends. Just a few names and you can rest............ No names ? DO TWENTY MORE KNEE BENDS ! Hands behind your head."

Juanita sunk down, no longer modest about spreading her knees. Just forcing her muscles to function so as to not feel the cattle prod. "Five, Six, Seven, " Commandante counted. Then as she struggled on, he knelt behind Juanita. He held a 24" wodden baton upright on the floor. " Eight, Nine....", as he counted he adjusted the baton so that as she descended the tip was aimed between her buttocks. Then her adjusted it further so that on her next descent her annus came down on the upraised tip. It barely penetrated before the starled girl sprung back up. "ten and a quarter..........CONTINUE PUTA !" Juanita slowly continued, but stopped as the tip touched her sphincter again. She rose. " ten and a half......ALL THE WAY DOWN THIS TIME GIRL !"

Once again Juanita stopped as she made contact with the baton. Commandante was ready and placed his free hand on her shoulder to prevent her from rising. He held her. Slowly she descended as her tired legs were unable to rise against the pressure. An inch; two; the baton was wedged into her rectum. " NOOOOOOOOooooo, No Please...."

"EEEEeeeeyyyoooooooo!" Commandante pushed her shoulders down with both hands: then lifted Juanita to stand. The baton protruded from between her buttacks. A full ten inches was wedged into her rectum. " Eleven . Nine more to go girl !"

[Lee Boudine]

The remainong nine kneebends were sheer agony for Juanita. Not so much because of pain, but from fear as her legs tired and each time it was more difficult to control going down so sh did not impale herself further. It was only with intense effort that she was able to rise. Commandante counted.
He counted nineteen three time before Juanota burst into tears and begged him to count "twenty". One more time and he did count twenty.