Chapter 1: Captain Fignolé Returns
Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, NonConsensual, Heterosexual, MaleDom, Oral Sex, Anal Sex,
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1: Captain Fignolé Returns - An outtake from my novel, Teaching the Au Pair To Submit. A novel of submission of an Au Pair that takes a job in Haiti.
Captain Fignolé had been watching Jessica through binoculars, catching her naked on the beach, or undressing in her bedroom. He had shot his cum on the grass around him as he imagined it was him stripping her naked. The Senator's aide had interrupted him at the airport search, unable to fuck her with his cock. It was only one more week until Jessica would be leaving, the Carnival taking place this weekend.
He spied her on the beach again; she had been going there almost everyday now. She stayed for at least three hours and then returned to her room. She was wearing a bikini that showed off her body, the top pushing up her breasts, the bottoms clinging to her hips, her butt barely encased in the red material. It was now or never. He could take her for at least four hours before she would be missed, more than enough time for what he had in mind.
"Sergeant, let's go; you know what to do," he ordered him. They were in two jeeps, the Captain driving one of them, two soldiers, young eighteen-year-old kids in the back. The Sergeant was driving the second one, three young soldiers with him. They sped off up the beach, the jeeps roaring, kicking up the sand as they bore down on the lone figure sleeping on the beach. Jessica picked her head up, the noise of engines racing becoming louder, waking her up from her nap. She caught the sight of two army jeeps fast approaching filled with soldiers. They came to a stop close to her, her eyes blinded by the sand they had kicked up, coughing and sputtering. "What--!" cut off when she felt someone grab her wrists, spinning her around before she had a chance to react, her eyes still watering from the sand.
"Cuff her," she heard someone yell, the voice sounding vaguely familiar. She felt her arms pulled behind her back, cold metal slapped on her wrists. She could hear a clicking sound as the cuffs were tightened until they fit snuggly against her wrist bones. She looked up, her eyes clearing, to be greeted by the smiling face of Captain Fignolé.
"Afternoon, Mademoiselle Jessica. We meet again."
Jessica tugged on her wrists, the cuffs banging noisily, digging into her flesh. She decided to play coy, Henri having explained how getting on the wrong side of the Captain was quite dangerous. He had at least six or seven other camouflaged soldiers with him. "Good to see you again, Captain Fignolé. What can I do for you?" She gave him her sexiest smile.
Captain Fignolé watched her tits giggle as she tried to get out of the cuffs. Her arms bound behind her forcing her breasts out, the skimpy bathing suit barely able to contain them. So she wants to play coy with me. Such a foolish child, he thought.
"We never finished our business, my sweet little girl. The Senator's aide interrupted us. I have been watching you for quite a long time, admiring that lovely body of yours, especially when it was naked. And you did deprive my men of their training in interrogation and searching of female prisoners..." he let his words trail off, taunting her.
She remembered the last time the Captain had her, at the airline terminal, her humiliation at being strip-searched, his men masturbating her until she came. She looked at the other men, all boys, teenagers, their eyes glued to her half-naked body, most probably never having seen a naked white girl. What was the Captain planning to do to her? "I will be missed if I'm not back soon," she threatened.
"It will be hours before they even think about you, my dear. If you behave and cooperate, you will be returned to this very spot in four hours. I don't fear your Master; Americans do not run this country, the military does. What will it be Jessica, will you come along quietly? I have a small military complex around the next bend. I think you'll be surprised like last time, I think you'll enjoy what happens to you."
She looked around, the beach empty for miles. She didn't have much choice. Even if she screamed, she doubted anyone would hear her, the house a long distance from the beach, the pounding waves muffling most of the sounds. "Yes, but please remove the handcuffs, they are not necessary."
"Remove them," the Captain ordered one of the men. "Please get in the front seat Jessica, you will ride with me."
He watched as she got into the front suit, her lovely tanned legs stretched out. "Here let me help you," moving over towards her to grab the seat belt from the other side, inhaling the sweet smell of her. She smelled of suntan lotion, coconut oil. He pulled the belt over her hips, his hand grabbing the other belt and connecting them. He pulled them tight. "Don't want you falling out," giving it another tug, his hand enjoying the caress of her silky skin." She watched him as he belted her into the seat, afraid to move, his hands lightly brushing her skin, a strange tingle in her belly.
"The cuffs," he ordered the soldier in the back.
Before she could protest, the young soldier reached over and grabbed her wrists, pulling them behind the seat, her back pressed against the hot leather seats. She felt the familiar click of the cuffs, tugging on them, her wrists securely pinned behind her back. "Why the cuffs?"
"I think you like the control Jessica. Besides they do such a lovely job of highlighting your body." He turned to the soldiers in the back. "See the way her breasts are thrust out, pull her wrists back a little. Yes, like that," watching as she was pinned, her breasts forced upward.
He had begun again, just like before. Speaking to his soldiers as if she wasn't there, or didn't matter, describing what he was doing to her or going to do. She hated this, treating her like a slave.
He reached over to her, his hand cupping one of her breasts, the flesh fitting into his large palm as if it belonged there, his hand lightly squeezing it. "Jessica has such firm breasts. So beautiful." He let his hand slide down over the flat plane of her stomach, feeling her suck in her muscles as it touched the low cut bikini bottoms. "Spread your legs for us, Jessica; show these men your lovely thighs." He waited, when she did not respond, he forced his hand between her tightly clenched legs, pinching her delicate flesh between two fat fingers, hearing her squeal in pain. "I won't tell you again."
She screamed as his hands moved from pawing at her near naked breasts to slipping down between her legs to brutally pinch her inner thighs. It hurt, the pain radiating from the pinch as if his fingers were still grasping the sensitive flesh. She let her legs part, unable to stop him, afraid of the pain he would cause if she did try to prevent him. He wasn't Michael; his pain not as easily born. The Captain's hands rubbed up and down her sleek thighs, each time moving higher, but always pulling away before he touched her sex.
"A little pain is all that is necessary to get a female's cooperation. You must always stay in control of the situation, humiliation also works well, forcing them to strip naked and pose for you works extremely well. The larger the group participating in her degradation, the better. It has a tendency to make any efforts of theirs to stop their humiliation ineffective." He grabbed her crotch, digging between her pussy lips, two fingers pushing in deep, moving back and forth. "You will be surprised; you can also force them to get wet and even make them cum for you. Females crave submission, being forced to do things that they would not normally do. They need this rationalization to perform these acts"
Jessica looked over at the Captain as he turned the jeep around and head off down the beach. Glancing into the side mirror, she saw the house disappearing from sight as they rounded the corner of the beach. She squirmed in her seat as she felt a hand creep around her right side, sliding up her naked skin before reaching out for her breast. She turned and looked at the soldier, giving him a scowling glare.
"Turn around!" he ordered her, yanking on her cuffs, pulling her arms up, her breast pushed into his hand.
He grabbed harshly, not as a lover would do, but typical of a young boy, not knowing how to please a woman, only wanting some quick release. She sat there, suffering his fondling of her body, hoping they would quickly arrive at the Captain's destination. His finger pinched her nipple hard, her body shaking, trying to escape him, her wrists pulled again, her shoulders aching. She felt the hand slip down her side, moving down over her hip, rubbing her smooth skin; moving her leg hoping to escape.
The jeep pulled up to a small, metal building. The metal tarnished, the dirty, bars on the windows scaring her. Was this a prison? Jessica looked over at the Captain.
"Help her out of the jeep," he ordered the soldier who was fondling her body.
Her cuffs were briefly opened to bring her arms around front, but snapped back on, this time her wrists cuffed in front. The young soldier pushed her into the building, a sparsely furnished room, a desk, long table, a couple of straight back chairs and a bench, all wooden and worn from many years of service. Her fear was correct, it was a prison, or rather a jail, three cells covering the wall on one side of the room, black heavy iron bars running from the floor to ceiling, a heavy metal door guarding the entrance. A cot was in each cell, furnished with a cheap, skinny mattress, blanket and pillow. A toilet and sink was in the corner of each cell, no privacy afforded to those who would use it.
Captain Fignolé walked over to Jessica, a pair of leather straps in his hands. "Take off her cuffs." He watched Jessica rubbing her wrists, waiting until she was finished. "Having you bound is necessary, but I can make it more comfortable. Hold out your hands." He saw her comply, her wrists in front of him, waiting to be bound again. "These are fur-lined. They will not cut into your flesh as handcuffs would." He wrapped the first leather strap around her tiny wrists, the thick, three-inch leather strap covering her wrist before he pulled it tight. He did the same with the other.
Jessica looked down at her wrists, unable to stop him as he secured them with the ominous leather straps. They were soft, but she feared the two metal clips on each one of them intended to be secured to something. She tugged on them as one of the soldiers attached a rope to each. She looked up, the rope rising up to the ceiling, two large metal reels holding the unused rope.
"Raise her arms up, Private. Spread them open a little and high enough so she will be on her toes. She has such a lovely body and will be much better displayed when her muscles are taut." The Captain waited until her arms began to raise, her struggles doing no good as the mechanical winch easily won. He moved close to her. "Relax, Jessica. It wouldn't be so bad," he whispered in her ear so the others couldn't hear him. "Gather around here, men," he instructed the privates, the men clamoring to be as close to her as possible. They had never seen a white girl naked and the Captain had promised them they would. "See her how body is drawn taut by the rope. He moved his hands up to her breasts, cupping both of them in his palm, lifting them higher. "Her breasts are now accentuated by the stretch of her body, unprotected, her arms drawn up towards the ceiling," his hands moving up the inside of her arms, feeling her muscles tense. He moved his hands down to her hips, pushing them sideways, Jessica surprised that her body began to turn. "The suspension allows for 360 degree movement of the body, allowing for greater humiliation. It is important to keep the female sexually aroused at all times. You should be able to force them to cum numerous times while bound. Most women don't allow multiple orgasms, wanting their partner to stop after the first. But while bound tightly, they can offer no resistance and we have found that they respond to the continued stimulation in a relatively short amount of time."
Jessica felt the Captain move behind her again, his cock pressed up against her ass.
"Can you feel my hard cock, Jessica?" he whispered into her ear. "You are going to have to take it in your tight little body before you leave and make me cum."
Jessica shook her head in protest, but his hands slid down over her naked stomach, drawn in tight by the tight bondage, his hand playing with the edge of her bikini bottoms. "No, please don't," she begged him as his hand slipped under the waistband, his fingers slowly rubbing over her naked abdomen.
"See how they beg not to be touched?" his fingers sliding lower, his hand outlined to the soldiers as it slipped over her pussy. He felt her hips push backwards onto his cock, rubbing it sensuously as if she wanted to be fucked. She couldn't stop his hand, his fingers already finding her wetness, the bondage already arousing her. "But she is already wet with desire. Once we strip her naked, we will tie her legs spread open, denying her any movement. Then we will begin to force her to cum for us."
His fingers slipped up and down her slit, pushing aside her pussy lips, delving into the folds of her labia to force her to get wetter for them. She hated him for making her this way, putting her body on display, forcing her to get sexually aroused in front of them.
He pulled out of her bikini bottoms, his hands placed on her hips, turning her around so she was facing him, his hard cock pressed against her. "Can you feel that, Jessica?" making sure that his hard cock rubbed up and down her pussy, dry humping her as the soldiers watched her ass move back and forth. "Jessica has a very beautiful ass, look at how tight her muscles are," his hands smoothing over her butt, feeling the luxurious skin as her cheeks clenched tight, his fingers playing up and down her crack, pushing the flimsy garment between them, highlighting her to the soldiers. "Females hate for their ass to be displayed and especially humiliating is to make them spread their own cheeks, revealing their anus for your inspection. Probing of the anal tract is mandatory, making them take various objects inside. You can use such simple items as fingers and pencils or larger objects as billy clubs, batons, pipes and of course dildos and vibrators. Make sure they are forced to keep them inside for sustained periods of time. A little pain is helpful, large items stretch the anal passage and creates a feeling of fullness. Jessica was an anal virgin when she first arrived, though I doubt she is that way any longer."
Jessica blushed as he talked about her ass, not sure if he would be able to tell that she had been sodomized.
"I take your silence to be a no; you are no longer an anal virgin." He slapped her ass, "but I'm sure we will find her still to be very tight. An asshole is not like the vagina. Even once it has been stretched; it still seems to shrink back to size. It's almost like being a virgin over and over," everyone laughing at the crude comment.
"How are you doing, Jessica?"
"What do you mean, how am I doing? You have me strung up like a piece of meat and you're talking about me as if I'm not here and don't matter. Let me down!" She demanded, afraid almost immediately after the words poured out of her mouth. She shouldn't have pushed him so far.
"I think Jessica is a little too tense, I know what we can do to solve that problem." He moved behind her again, his hands encircling her waist. He let his hands slide down her stomach, her ass pushing back onto his cock again. "Yes, good girl Jessica, such a lovely ass," saying it loud enough for all to hear. He put his hand inside her bikini bottoms, his hands sliding over her bush, his finger pushing on her clit, causing her to push back onto his cock again. "Notice how she seems to fuck back on my cock. Just a gentle touch, not too hard, you just want to get them sexually aroused. Their resistance goes down quickly; you will be surprised what they will allow you to do to them or what you can make them perform."
God damn it, Jessica thought, it was already beginning to feel good. She didn't want her body to betray her like it this, her pussy already wet. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the private's eyes on her, watching her get aroused while bound tightly. She began to move her hips gently back and forth, as two fingers slipped down between her pussy lips, one finger still rubbing her hard clit. "Ahhh," she moaned.
"I have a finger inside her hot little pussy. She is still very tight. And extremely wet. She seems to be enjoying this very much, see the way her hips sway? She is rubbing her ass on my cock very sensuously.' The Captain could see that she wouldn't last much longer before she came. And he did not want her to, yet. He wanted her naked for her first orgasm. He wanted all his men to see her cum. He pulled his hands out of her bottoms, her eyes shooting open when he did. "Not yet, Jessica, not yet."
She came back to reality, the grinning young soldiers staring at her half-naked body, some of them gripping their cocks through their fatigues. She felt empty, the Captain's hand beginning to feel good.
"No!" Her protest ignored, the Captain behind her, unsnapping the hook at the back before he began untying the knot to her bikini top. He slowly lowered it, the top of her breasts being exposed.
The Captain let it fall to the floor, her breasts naked, her chest heaving from her rapid breathing. "Such a lovely pair of tits Jessica has." He put his hands underneath them, lifting them up slightly. "Very firm, and look at her areolas, very large for a girl her size, highlighting the lovely pink nipples." He let his fingers rub around the areolas, her nipples hardening, waiting for the touch of his fingers on them, teasing her, moving in closer and closer to the rubbery nipples, but refusing her. "Her nipples are begging to be touched. Tease them without touching them. Make them beg to be touched."
Jessica tried to arch her back, trying to force her nipples onto her fingers, but each time he backed away. She screamed when he relented, her nipples grabbed between his fingers and pinched hard, squeezing the blood into the tips painfully. He loosened his grip, letting his fingers gently play over the throbbing flesh. She began to push her breasts into his hands again, this time his fingers not refusing, stimulating them, arousing her again.
"See how she accepts the pain. The reward is the pleasure. You must continually service the female, masturbating her as you force your will on her." He began to pull on her nipples, stretching them out, giving them sharp little twists, her tits pulling out to cones as he did. "See how she consents to the rough treatment." He put his hand back in her bikini bottoms, his fingers begin the gentle masturbation of her pussy, one finger playing over her clit, brushing back and forth.
He waited until her body began to rock, her hips moving slightly, trying to hide her excitement.
It felt good, his masturbation of her pussy. She felt his hands slip out from her bikini bottoms again, disappointed again, her pussy wet with desire.
"Let's slip these off of Jessica and get her naked for us. You would like us to show your naked pussy to the boys, wouldn't you?" He teased her, grabbing her waistband of the bikini bottoms, sliding it down her hips slightly, stopping when the top of her bush was exposed first, running his fingers over the hair, letting her feel how exposed she was.
She shivered when she felt her hairs on her pussy stand on end as his fingers glided over them, the slightest touch radiating into the follicles. His hand ran over her ass, his fingers touching the top of her crack, already partially naked. She looked back at him with pleading eyes, not wanting to be stripped naked and exhibited.
"Now, now, my men has never seen a white girls pussy before, you don't want them to be deprived of seeing such a sight, especially a nice hot, tight, pink pussy like yours." He let her bikini bottom slide lower down, her bush completely uncovered, the top of her pussy revealed. "Look at them Jessica, watch their eyes as they view your naked pussy," he ordered her. Lower he let them slide, pushing down in the back, his hand grazing over her naked ass, her body jerking from the touch.
He had them down below her crotch now, her legs pinned together at least, her pussy lips tightly closed. She looked down, humiliated, her bikini bottom tugged below her sex, her pussy naked to the eye, but the dangling bikini bottoms making her feel more exposed. It was as if she was a little girl, getting ready to be spanked for being naughty.
"Such a lovely pussy," he turned her around, her ass exposed to the soldiers, his voice continuing, "and looks at this cute, white ass." He let his hand run over the naked flesh, feeling her tighten her cheeks as he moved towards her crack, not wanting her anus exposed to the young soldiers. He slapped her ass, the crack ringing out in the room. "Look how it is already turning pink." It hurt, his hand stinging her ass, sure he had left an imprint. She let her ass cheeks loosen, not wanting a repeat of the sharp pain.
"Yes, she learns well, see her cheeks are loose," pulling back her cheeks, letting her tiny anus be exposed briefly, not wanting her fully exposed to the men until she was tightly bound, legs spread wide. "A little physical pain is necessary to control the female subject." He let his finger move back to the front, the soldiers eyes staring as it spread apart her pussy lips, clasping tightly back around his finger as he began to masturbate her again. "But she is still wet; in fact I think she might be even wetter." His finger moved up and down her slit, her pussy lips pushed aside, as it slid along her juices. He played with her pussy for a few minutes until she became sexually aroused again, then he stopped.
"Put her in the spreader bar," he ordered two privates. They brought over a shiny, metal pole; it must have been over five feet long. On each end were two leather cuffs, fur lined like the wrist cuffs. The cuffs were clipped to the spreader bar, with an additional metal clip on the opposite side. In the center of the bar was a ratchet, allowing the bar to extend or contract, making the spread of the legs fully adjustable. They laid it down in front of Jessica, her eyes focused on the cuffs and the wide expanse of the bar.
"That's too wide for my legs," she already began to beg. It would split her up the middle if they spread her that wide. And leave her sex completely exposed and unprotected. "No," she cried out when she them fumbling her ankles. First, one was secured, the soft fur wrapped around her slim ankle. The bar rang out on the floor when she tried to pull her leg up, the heavy bar making it difficult to move.
Captain Fignolé moved down on the floor, looking at up her pussy, the hair slightly moist with her juices, glistening in the bright lights. His cock was so hard, the thought of her spread open, all of her holes available to his cock making him eager to get her in position. "We wouldn't start out that wide yet," moving the ratchet so the bar was only about three feet wide. It would leave her open, but would still allow to further humiliate her when he gradually ratchet it open. "The other leg now," Captain Fignolé grabbing her ankle, moving it outward, looking up at her face, seeing the resignation etched in her features as she felt her body slowly being exposed, unable to stop them.
Her crotch began to ache as her leg was pulled wider and wider, his hand tightening on her ankle as her muscles began to resist him. But he was stronger, his hands pulling her open as if she was a baby. She felt the fur lined cuff wrapped around her ankle, the leather strap pulled tight, her ankle trapped. She tugged on the cuff, feeling the clumsy bar holding her open banging up and down on the floor.
"Raise her up until her feet are off the floor." He watched as her body strained, her arms pulling tight as her weight was entirely supported by her spread arms and shoulders. She was almost in a perfect "X", her arms and legs now spread open, her body open and exposed. "Notice how nicely the female can be spread." He ran his hand up her naked thigh, feeling her muscles tightened, unable to stop his fondling of her body. "They fight like Jessica is now for a short time, but they soon tire."
She felt her body being swung around, her back to them, knowing they were viewing her naked ass, ashamed at being so openly exposed. She tightened her ass cheeks when she felt his hand touching her, but then released them, remembering the spank on her ass he had given her before when she refused giving him access to her anus.
"Good girl, Jessica," he complimented her. "See how well she responds. She had tightened up on me, then obviously remembered the punishment she received last time she did that. You will notice how relaxed her cheeks are. I am able to pull back her cheeks and you can see her little pink anus." He pushed his fingers on the outside of her cheeks, peeling them back, her anus slowly stretched open. "Ah, you have had a good summer I see, Jessica," he taunted her. "Jessica doesn't have the cute little anus she had when she first arrived in Haiti. I think someone had their cock up her asshole and sodomized her. Is that right, Jessica?"
Her face turned red in shame. She wasn't sure if they would be able to tell, but obviously, they could. She was glad at least they couldn't see her face. "Owww," she yelled, his hand slapping her ass again, this time harder.
"I asked you a question?" He slapped her again.
"Yes, Yes!" she exclaimed, wanting to stop the sharp pain on her ass, the skin still tingling.
"We'll get back to that later Jessica, but first I think we should make Jessica cum for us." He swung her around again, her red face to the grinning young soldiers. "No need to blush Jessica, it's not like you have a lot to hide from us, hanging spread and naked." He reached down between her legs, fumbling with the spreader bar, grabbing the ratchet, allowing it to expand farther open. "I like it when the female is spread so that she almost tears up the middle. The pussy lips tend to spread back, you can almost see inside them, they are so open. And their anus tends to gape open. Leave them very open and vulnerable."
"MMMM," she moaned as her legs began to ache, her thighs aching from the wide expanse of her legs. "Please, no more," she pleaded with him to no avail, the noisy ratchet continuing to expand her ankles. She looked down, her legs over four feet wide. She knew her pussy must be obscenely exposed, the cool air in the room blowing on her wet inner pussy.
Captain Fignolé looked at her, her naked body spread wide, her inner muscles taunt, her skin covered with a thin sheen of sweat. She would make a good fuck. And he intended to find out how good later. For now it was time to make her cum. "It is very humiliating for the female to be bound and forced to cum by her captors. Now private, why don't you get on one side of Jessica and suck and play with one of her breasts. Now you have to be a little gentle with her at first. Get her aroused, wanting more of what you are doing. You can use your tongue and tease her areolas, rubbing around them without touching her nipples. Blow on her nipples; tease them into hardness before you even touch them. Once you get her highly aroused, then you can give her a little pain with the pleasure. You can suck on her nipples. You can use your tongue to run back and forth over the nipple. Then you can use your teeth to nip at her nipple, paying special attention to the tip. It is erogenous. And you, private, you do the other."