Interrogation Of Juanita.

[Lee Boudine]

Juanita knew she was in trouble. She had carried Raul's little pistol before: many times with never a problem. Now ? She knew it was hopeless to fight. She had to play the game with this petty customs official and hope he would not turn her over to the ISPs: the Internal Security Police. She knew their interrogation methods. This fool; perhaps there was a chance.

"Please, OH please it is all a mistake. The pistola; it is my Papas. He made me take it for protection.........banditos..........as I travelled. A girl alone he said needed protection......."

Commandante smiled. "Of course, you are avery pretty girl Juanita. Was you Papa afraid some 'bandito' would touch you here ?"

He placed a finger in the crotch of her panties and pushed the white cotton between her labia. He moved his finger up and down the crease feeling Janita's muscles tense as he did so. He found the orfice of her vagina and stopped. Just a little more pressure: his finger covered with the white fabric of her panties entered the girl. Slowly it went to the first knucle. Then the second: the third and the fabric about his finger became damp. Slowly, wiggling his finger inside her; still pushing slowly, ever so gently, until his finger was completely inserted into Juanita's vagina.

Their eyes were locked. Her eyes showed the pain of her humiliation, but she didn't speak. " Yes your Papa is very wise that you have protection so no bandito touches you here." He almost cooed the words to her watching her flinch was he crooked his finger and rotated it slightly inside her vagina. Obviously Juanita was not a virgin. Too bad, but tonight she would provide him enough entertainment any way. He let his eyes fall to her bosom................

[DaddyDearest]

"A good Papa, worries about his little girl. A good Papa provides protection." He slowly undid the buttons of her blouse as he spoke these tender words. "In the hands of the wrong person, a little girl can become a plaything." He worked her bra over her tits and leaned back to ogle his captives splendid breasts. "All her private little treaures can become toys for fowl bandito." He pulled on and released her right nipple, tweaking it again and again, watching it harden and redden. His cock surged and reared within his trousers forming an obsene tent which he made no effort to conceal.

He then turned his attention to her left nipple and repeated his manipulations. "A little girl left in the lewd possession of a bad man is a terrifying proposition my little one." He leaned back in his chair. He pervayed his victim and her helpless position and his dark imaginings swelled within him. He undid his zipper and popped his raging cock out of the confining underwear. He even reached in and fished out his large balls. He smugly smiled at the girl and stroked his throbbing cock in front of her. " To give a bandito free hand with his little one would indeed make a Papa, tremble.."

He stood up and stepped into her, grabbing her hair at the nape of her neck. His steel hard prick bounced inches from her face. "What do you think your Papa would fear the most? Hm? What would papa fear for his little one?