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THE RACE

PART 1

by GAMMA

 

            "In my travels, I did witness one extraordinary sight in South

America..."    We drew our chairs closer to the table, ordered another

round of drinks, and sat back to hear an extraordinary tale. The stories

of sexual torments and delights we'd been sharing had us all going. The

drinks, too, had loosened our tongues.

 

"I was in a country - where is not important - on secret business for the

government for an extended period of time. Mind you, I could do nothing

about what I will tell you about, since to do so would have blown my cover

and put many lives in jeapordy.    Anyway, I was to spy for a few days on

the activities of a remote military prison. Again, why I was doing this is

secret, and not important to this story.    I arrived at the prison late

one night. I snuck into the gournds and placed a few remote listening

devices about, then retreated to my campsite. I hid out in the brush that

surroundd the place, then set my observation post for the next few days.

It was a remote place surrounded by a couple of hundred yards of sand and

beyond that the thick brush country where I hid.    What I witnessed

happened the first day I was there, and I shall never forget it.    In the

middle of the afternoon, under the blazing sun, five women were lead from

their cells into the sandy prison yard. They wore only their underwear,

and it was skimpy. On the crotch of each panty was stamped a large number

-- their identification, I presume. The women were all gagged with cloth,

and each had her hands cuffed behind her back.    As I said, there were

five, and all were gorgeous. A group of guards gathered around the women,

pointing at their charms, making rude gestures. I learned later that

almost all the prisoners there were women -- beautiful women. The corrupt

military leaders kept the place as a sort of whorehouse for themselves.

Most of the women hadn't even committed any sort of crime. If a soldier

spotted a beauty in a village, he'd report her. A few days later, some

soldiers would arrive and pick her up "for questioning." Inevitably, it

seems, that meant a trip to meet the commandant. If she met with his

approval, if she made his blood boil, she would be convicted for some

imaginary crime -- usually subversion -- and senetenced for an

undetermined length of time to the remote prison. There, of course, her

punishment was to become the sexual plaything of the military leaders and,

from time to time, to keep them happy, the guards.    I know this sounds

like the stuff of a grade C porno flick, but the fact is that this stuff

happens. In countries where people don't have protection for their rights,

such occurrences are common.    As I also later learnd, the women weren't

all native, either. Some were foreigners -- even Americans. Single women,

travelling, foolishly, alone. Tourists or women in he country on business.

Women who foolishly went out alone for an evening walk or a drive and

simply vanished. I wish I could have gone in and freed them, a hero with

guns blazing rescuing the damsels in distress. But to do so would have

been to sign the death warrants of many equally innocent people. No, I had

to watch and gather my information and vanish without a trace. So I saw

what I saw and I couldn't do a thing about it. I could only hope that the

work I did might help topple the corrupt regime, someday, freeing the

unfortunate prisoners.

 

   Anyway, like I said, there were these five women, cuffed, gagged, and

dressed only in the skimpiest of underwear. The guards enjoyed toying with

them for a while, while the women did what they could to avoid the hands

that fondled them. There were three women who looked to be native, with

dark complexions and long, straight, jet-black hair. One was very small;

the other two were average height. There was a tall blonde with long curly

hair, tanned, obviously not native, and a woman with a wild mane of red

hair. She was short and petit. All the women were breathtakingly

beautiful: lovely faces, perfect breasts, flat stomachs, and athletic

bodies.    In a matter of mintes, their skimpy coverings had been stripped

from them by the guards. Five beautiful women stood, as defiant as they

could be, bound and naked before the rough and horny men. Through my

binoculars, I studied the women's bodies and quickly saw that one of the

dark-haired beauties bore the traces of a whipping. Faded lines on her

back and breasts, thighs and ass testified to some rough treatment a few

days ago. I thought I detected similar marks, though fainter, on the

blonde.     The sensing mikes picted up the soldier's crude taunts, and

then one explained the "rules" as he referred to them. It seems there

would be some sort of contest amoung the five women. The winner would be

returned to her cell for the night -- her torment over for the time being.

The others would be used sexually by the guards that night. And the loser,

the one who came in last at whatever the contest was, would also be

whipped. It was then I understood the function of the two posts that stood

in the compound. An inspection with my binoculars revealed rings at their

tops and bottoms. Rings designed, no doubt, for the spreading of a girl to

be whipped.    I hate to admit it but I was getting hornier by the minute

watching this drama unfold. Like I said, the women were goregous, and I

eagerly anticipated the "contest" that was soon to take place. I guessed

then, and later confirmed, that the women were mainly used sexually and

that physically they were treated well enough to keep them in good shape.

The tone of their body suggested regular exercise and good nutrition.

Clearly they were prisoners who were tormented -- the cuffs and whipmarks

proved that. But they were prisoners prized and protected, as well, for

their sexual charms.     Their resistance to the men and the heat of he

day had brought a gleam of sweat to the five naked beauties. They were

radiant in the sunlight as the guards prepared them for the "contest."   

From a small satchel, one guard produced a number of leather thongs which

he passed out to the others. There were about ten men, and they paired

off, two to each woman.     I watched in fascination as the men bound each

woman's elbows together behind her back. Next, a leather belt was

tightened around her waist. From it dangled a thick cord with thick knots

tied along it. Each knot what about the size of a large grape. While one

man held the woman from behind and spread her legs wide with his boots at

her naked feet, the other pulled the knotted cord down the woman's crotch.

Spreading the lips of her pussy, he pulled the knots into her delicate

folds, then looped the devilish cord up in back and over the belt. When it

was tightened, the crotch strap was tight to the woman's delicate pussy,

and all but disappeared inside her cunt, whose lips and furry thatch

folded over and hid it. Obviously, any motion would cause the strap to saw

back and forth across and through her sex, arousing and punishing at the

same time. Raising my binoculars a bit, I saw that each girl was panting

by the time the strap was secured -- either from pleasure or pain or both.

   I was panting a bit myself, eager to see exactly what "contest" the

girls would compete in."

         

END PART 1