Sara's South American Adventure

Sara's South American Adventure

Part 4---Cleaning Up

Rebecca tugged on the leash and Sara lurched out of the office into the long gray corridor.

“What had happened?” thought Sara. The day had started with so much promise: an exotic trip to South America, time to get to know Mr. Harris and the other men, and a bird-shooting vacation, just like her Daddy used to talk about. The abrupt turn-around was in such a short timed: slapped, stripped, violated by an aggressive and comprehensive search, and then forced to give head to the General and then to Mr. Harris as her ass was striped with a riding crop. And to think that Mommy used the crop on her as she sucked Mr. Harris' cock. She could not believe Mommy had done that to her. She had often daydreamed of sucking Mr. Harris' cock, but not under those conditions as others watched and Mommy spanked her….ugghhh. Now she was finally out of that terrible office and away from that horrible General. Mr. Harris might still find a solution to her problem.

Sara was being led back down the same corridor handcuffed and naked wearing only her heels and a dog collar and leash. Rebecca was tugging in the front and the soldiers poked the muzzles of their guns into her back to encourage her moving forward. She had difficulty walking and her titties swung in front of her body as she tried to keep up with Rebecca. Her hair was matted and in wild disarray from the search and the fucking of her mouth, and although it dangled in front of her face, Sara could see the men and women pointing at her, some shocked, others laughing, as she clomped down the hall.

Rebecca stopped at large heavy double doors with brass letters...'Private Flight Attendant Lounge.' Rebecca spoke to the soldiers; “We will clean her up here. It is the lounge for the flight attendants who attend the private aircraft and women in managerial positions at the airport. As they made their way into the lobby of the lounge, Rebecca continued, “Take her into the main shower area and the lounge steward will show you where to restrain her for her shower.”

Two flight attendants were hanging out talking to the Executive Director of the lounge. “Rebecca, what have we here? Another custom violaton ?” asked the Director. Rebecca nodded in confirmation.

“It has been so long since I have seen you!” exclaimed one of the flight attendants. “You must have a wonderful job if all you do is parade naked criminal girls around the airport?” she laughed.  “Rebecca, I do not think you have met Courtney. She was a few years behind us at school. Courtney and I work as flight attendants for the air fleet of the National Energy Corporation. The pay is good, the travel is wonderful and,” she blushed a bit, “the executives are most handsome and generous. Do you still work with the handsome General?”

“Oh, yes, it is a marvelous position, “ replied Rebecca, “and the General is such a delight. I believe he traveled on one of your jets recently and commented on the quality of the service and the attendants.”

“I remember he was so kind. Since I knew he had had you working under him for some time, I gave him special care,,” beamed Meagan. “But enough small talk. What has that little slut done and how can Courtney and I help you? We have had a long flight and could use some entertainment.”

“The whore tried to smuggle in drugs and ammunition from the Untied States. We strip-searched her and then the General introduced her to her highest and best use while in our country.”

“You mean she was face fucked on her knees?” Courtney mused.

“Precisely and then offered as a gift to members of her party by the General as her mother watched.”

“What did her mother do?”

“That is perhaps the most interesting part. After getting over her initial shock, the mother took up the crop and tanned her daughter's hide as well. What we have planned for the slut before she continues on her journey is a full day of pampering ,” smirked Rebecca, “first a shower, then a massage, some new clothes and a quick bite to eat. If the two of you could assist me starting with the shower, the General and I would be most appreciative.”

Sara was in a large shower stall with a large number of nozzles. Her hands had been uncuffed from behind her back, then raised above her head, and attached to a chain hanging from a ring anchored into the ceiling. After attaching the cuffs to the chain, the soldiers kicked off her shoes, so that she was stretched up on tippy toes. She had drawn a small crowd of 20-something flight attendants who followed her to the door of the shower area and pointed and laughed at Sara as the soldiers arranged her restraints. They had placed a blindfold over her eyes, but she could feel the eyes of the girls on her naked body.

It was cold in the stall. What would happen to her next? Her arms ached as they pointed to the ceiling. Her feet burned as she tried to rise higher on her toes to lessen the pressure on her arms and wrists. She could hear voices, but could not hear what was being said or who they were. Only a thither of giggles and an occasional: slut, bitch, and whore from the crowd of flight attendants.

The two flight attendants friends of Rebecca and Rebecca walked in the shower area. The attendants were naked while Rebecca was fully clothed in her navy suit. The attendants watched as Rebecca approached Sara. Rebecca raised Sara's blindfolded head by placing two fingers under her chin. Rebecca raised her hands in front of Sara's blindfold and Sara did not respond. Satisfied that Sara could not see her, Rebecca bitch-slapped her like in the office: first from the left with Rebecca's right hand and then from the right with the left. Sara screamed and Rebecca yanked Sara's hair. “You little drug-smuggling slut. Stay quiet or we will fix it so your cries are not heard.” With that Rebecca stepped back and again swung her red-nailed right hand. This time it connected with Sara's left tittie pushing its mass to the right. Before it quit jiggling, Rebecca had drawn back her left hand and repeated it with Sara's right tittie. Somehow Sara was able to grit her teeth and not let out a peep. Rebeeca followed this up with two more to Sara's face and another set to her titties as well. “Girls, please try to wash off as much dirt from this filthy whore as possible. I will be outside the stall watching. If she gives you trouble I think we can always upgrade to a riding crop.”

Then to Sara's amazement, a gentle warm mist began to be emitted from the many nozzles. It coated Sara. It moistened the dried cum on her face. It soothed the stinging in her titties. It accumulated on the small of her back and her legs and dribbled down to her stretched feet. It felt good. This was the first thing since she had been in this country that felt comforting. Gradually the temperature of the water increased.

After her skin was soaked, she was aware of a pair of hands slipping around her back. The hands held a soapy cloth and the cloth caressed her right breast, the last one Rebecca had slapped. Then the other hand massaged her left breast. Both hands lingered with special attention to her nipples and under the breasts. They hefted and kneaded each. Sara could feel the warmth of the person, a woman, from the contact of Sara's shapely back with the large-breasted front of the girl behind her. The woman continued to concentrate on Sara's titties and rubbed Sara's back with her own breast as well. Sara could not believe this girl was in any way connected to that bitch Rebecca. This girl was nice and made her feel sexy.

Sara closed her eyes beneath the blindfold and moaned as another pair of hands started soaping her right foot, her toes, arch, heels, then up her leg, past her ankle to her knees. This other girl massaged her taut calf. The soap stung a rug burn on Sara's right knee she had gotten in the office while sucking the General, but the soaping and gentle contact of the bather's hands was good.

The other girl behind her continued to soap Sara's back and flat tummy. The one below switched over to Sara's left leg, but this time went past the knee and washed Sara's left thigh.  The hands above moved down Sara's tummy and the four hands met and became a ball of moving fingers that slipped inside Sara's wet pussy and her ass. Sara arched her back, let out another moan and accepted the hands, and the warm water and soap probed her pussy and ass. “This feels so wonderful,' thought Sara.

Then the hands slid down her legs and a pair of hands grabbed each ankle. They vigorously pulled apart her legs, which raised them a few inches and completely suspended Sara off the floor biting the cuffs into her wrists. Metal rings encircled her feet and a click; click was heard on each ankle. Sara could feel and hear the thump-thump  of links of chain being pulled through the ankle restraints as her legs were stretched wider and anchored to the floor.

The hands went back to her pussy and ass, but this time she could feel something else. From in front of her she heard one girl say, “I will go first” and immediately the cold tip of an object was felt penetrating the lips of her warm pussy. Due to Sara's wetness from the sensual soaping, the cold steel column quickly slid in. The column was not too thick, but extremely long, and uncomfortably cold.  It pressed deep inside her warm body. Sara shuddered as her legs were stretched and her pussy filled with the long steel rod. Still her build-up was quickening, she let out a loud moan and her muscles clenched on the shaft in her pussy. Cold or not Sara wanted it deep inside her….she was becoming such a slut….

The hands that inserted the column slipped behind her and spread her ass cheeks. The simple spreading increased the pressure on the steel in her pussy. Then a second object touched her ass. It also was cold, but was made of plastic. Until Rebecca shoved her gloved hand up Sara during the search, Sara had not had anything inserted in her ass. Also like the other column, it was long, but unlike the one in her pussy, it was flexible, sort of like a tube. Her ass muscles puckered before it was in very far and the hands spread her cheeks wider as the other pair of hands fed the cold tube deeper and deeper into Sara's little ass. Sara could feel the tube filling her as and continuing beyond. The two long, cold objects inside her were almost unbearable. The pressure on her pussy had increased, but now her ass was filled as well. Either object would be almost too big for her; having both in her was excruciating. They almost seemed to touch inside her. The cold of the two foreign objects ran up her body. Her mind spun out of control. All she could think about was the intense pressure and the coldness inside her.

The tips of each object jumped in Sara's pussy and ass. The column and tube began to heat up and Sara could feel the sensation of warm water flowing from each tip deep inside her. The warm water filled her pussy. The water flowed down her pussy, around the column and then flowed out down her legs and onto the shower floor.

The water in her ass was different. Gradually Sara's stomach began to fill and she could feel her flat tummy starting to pooch. She could hear the flight attendants joking, “The little slut looks preggers …I wonder if it is a boy or girl?…Do you think the whore has any idea who the father might be?” All the time Sara could feel her stomach growing from the water being pumped into her ass.

The water from both stopped flowing. The water emptied from her pussy. The water in her stomach and ass remained. A painful cramp began in Sara's stomach and spread into her intestines and bowels. The two pairs of hands began massaging Sara's tummy. The massaging increased the cramping. She had to get that tube out of her and expel the water from her ass. “Stop that. Take that tube out. It hurts so much,” cried Sara.

Rebecca stormed into the shower. Drawing back the riding crop in her right hand…whack…whack...whack…Rebecca struck Sara's extended tummy. “I told you, not another word. We will remove the tube when we are ready, when you are clean or at least… cleaner …not when a filthy American whore begs for it to be removed.” With that Rebecca withdrew a red rubber ball gag and handed it to Meagan who fitted it around Sara's head. She tried to open Sara's mouth, but Sara refused. Rebecca applied three more strokes to Sara's tummy and told her there would be more if she did not open her mouth. Sara reluctantly accepted the gag.

As soon as Sara bit into the rubber, her nipples hardened. “What was happening to her? Only a slut would be turned-on by her being gagged?”

“She likes the gag,” said Courtney. And the hands, which had gone back to massaging her, now strayed to her breasts and between long red nails twisted and pinched the pebbles on the ends of her titties .

Finally, hands spread her ass cheeks and the tube began to be slowly extracted from her insides. As it neared her ass, Sara shuddered. The cramps had really gotten terrible. The frequency and strength intensified. She trembled with anticipation that in a few seconds the tube would be removed completely and the water would be expelled. Then the tube stopped. It was only a few inches from her ass, and it stopped. “Why?” screamed Sara into her red ball gag, “why stop it?”

She could feel a presence in front of her. Then…whack…whack …on her titties . “You will have to remove the tube the rest of the way yourself, slut,” said Rebecca. The crowd whooped and yelled as Sara grimaced and opened and closed her sphincter muscles attempting to get the tube out. Sara did not like peeing in front of other girls back home. Now she had to expel a tube from her ass as a group of women were entertained by her humiliation. The tube was almost out of her ass and Sara bit into the ball gag and pushed mightily. With a ..plop…the tube fell out of her ass and coiled beneth her on the shower floor; water streamed from Sara's ass. Sara continued to grunt as the water flowed. She wanted to remove all the water: all from her stomach, al from her intestines and her bowels. Sara pushed and pushed.  Her lungs heaved as they filled with air and the relief of the voiding of the water.

Sara was aware that no one was touching her and the spray was warmer and stronger It rinsed her and took her mind off the recent pain of the tube. Then the spray stopped. Droplets of water hung to her and some fell off to the floor. Sara hung with her arms over her and with her legs spread and chained to the floor.

Sara could hear Rebecca tell the others, “Now go ahead and dry her, then take her to the massage room.” Sara could hear a host of giggling and two close voices who she thought must have been the bathers.

Meagan with a towel in her hand stepped up to Sara who could not see her due to the blindfold. She began dabbing the towel, absorbing drops. What a nice girl, so nice and gentle Sara thought. “Oh that feels so soft, thank you.”

Meagan replied, “This is only the beginning, it gets much better.” With that Meagan stepped away and holding opposite corners of the towel between her fingers, spun the towel, the way one might a scarf, making a long narrow piece of material. Holding the towel in her right hand, Meagan wetted the other tip in a small pool of water. Then Meagan flicked her wrist and the towel went flying at Sara's stretched body. The wet tip connected with Sara's right ass cheek and snapped back. Sara shrieked into the ball gag. Meagan spun the towel again and aimed for the left….crack…slap…and a red mark appeared on the left cheek.

“Oh that looks fun,” said Courtney.   Grabbing a towel, twirling it and moistening the end, Courtney stood in front of Sara. As Meagan popped Sara's ass and back, Courtney took aim and popped Sara's exposed tummy.

Faster and faster the towels flew: first, one would snip her ass, then one on her tummy, then another in front and then one on her back. Rebecca invited the shower steward and three other friends of Rebecca to assist. Sara had no idea how many girls were ‘drying' her. With six girls swatting Sara the torrent seemed constant and endless. Meagan worked the towel over Sara's ass and flicked off all the excess water, then moved to Sara's back. Courtney started with the tummy and then moved to Sara's pussy and finally applied the wet towel to Sara's bountiful ta-tas. Courtney would snap it on the right one and then the left and back again to the right. Courtney was having the time of her life. Sara had heard boys complain about being rat-tailed by other boys with a towel in gym, but she had never seen it and thought they were just being crybabies. Now she knew that it could sting like a slap of the hand or that riding crop.  

Finally to Sara's relief, she heard that bitch Rebecca say, “ I think she is dry. Take her down and bring her to the massage room.”