So it wasn't really a surprise when I woke up the following morning to find she had completely ripped me off. Money, phone, laptop with all my work documents on it, watch, everything. And to make it worse, although my memory of the previous night was a bit hazy, I was pretty sure I hadn't even fucked her – I was sure she'd drugged my drink.

I was so embarrassed by the whole business, I'd rather just have forgotten it had ever happened. But I knew work would want a police incident number so I drove down to the main station to report it. I had to wait for some time, but eventually a man who introduced himself as Captain Astiz led me into a small office. He was a very imposing character, and actually quite scary with very hard and cruel eyes – I wouldn't have wanted to get on the wrong side of him. I explained that I really just wanted an incident number.

He was having none of it though, explaining that the police took it very seriously when foreigners were robbed, as it didn't reflect well on the country. He asked me endless questions about what I'd been doing in the bar, who was there, detailed descriptions of them, even the music that had been playing. Altogether I was there for about two hours, which seemed a complete waste of time as I was sure there was no chance of retrieving my belongings let alone catching the girl. I hadn't even asked her name, not that she would have given me her real one anyway.

Days passed, and I managed to placate my boss by being economical with the truth. Fortunately the police report didn't mention the girl, it just said the items had been stolen from my hotel room. I had pretty much forgotten all about it until I came back to my hotel one night to find a note waiting for me from Captain Astiz. It said he had information about the robbery and would I come to the station tomorrow to discuss it. I was hopeful they had recovered my things.

Captain Astiz met me at the station, and took me into the same room we were in before. He told me they had arrested someone in connection with the robbery, but not the woman who had actually taken the things. This person was an accomplice who worked in the bar and targeted people. He wanted me to identify her. This all seemed quite exciting. I'd seen plenty of cop shows where someone stood behind a one way mirror and had to pick the suspect out from a lineup.

Captain Astiz led me downstairs to another room, and I was quite disappointed that it was just a small office with a desk and a couple of chairs – no mirrors. He told me to sit down in one of the chairs, and then picked up a phone on the desk. He spoke briefly into it, and then replaced it. We remained in the office for a few minutes without talking, until there was a knock on the door and a uniformed policeman came in leading a woman by the arm.

She was wearing a pale blue dress with her hands handcuffed behind her. She was barefoot which for some reason seemed very out of place. The policeman led her to the chair in front of me and pushed her into it, before standing against the wall. I studied her more closely, and then with a jolt realized this was one of the women who had been serving behind the bar the night of the robbery. I almost didn't recognize her, as she was looking so different. Last time I'd seen her she had been dressed smartly, with her hair and makeup immaculately done.

Now her dark hair was messy and disheveled, and she wore no makeup. There was a scratch on her cheek, and her left eye was swollen. Her feet were dirty, and I could see bruises on her legs. Her dress was short and in the position she was sitting I could see she was wearing red panties.

"Do you recognize this woman?" Astiz asked.

I swallowed. I was feeling very uncomfortable. "Um, yes," I replied.

"Was she working at the bar the night you were robbed?" "Yes."

He then spoke to the woman. "Is this the man?"

Her eyes flicked up towards me and then down to the floor again. She looked very scared. "Yes," she almost whispered.

"Are you sure? Have a good look at him."

She looked at me and I felt very nervous. She was very pretty, but her face was swollen distorting it a bit. I could see her nipples pressing against the material of her dress as she clearly wasn't wearing a bra , and it was a real effort to stop myself looking down to see if her panties were still visible. It was fairly obvious that she'd been beaten, but I couldn't bring myself to think it was the police who had done it.

"Yes, it’s him," she whispered, and again looked at the floor.

"Why did you pick him?" Astiz asked.

"He was alone, and looked like he was on expenses and would have plenty of things to steal. Can I go now?"

"No," replied Astiz, his face hard as stone.

"Please, you said if I helped you I could go home." She was on the verge of tears.

"I'll decide when you can go home. You'd better continue to cooperate with us."

She was openly sobbing now, tears running down her cheeks. "Please don't, I'll help you, I will, I promise."

Astiz nodded and the policeman came forward. He took her arm and pulled her from the chair, then led her to the door. I could tell she had a fantastic body, and I could see the outline of her thong as she walked away from me.

When they were gone Astiz sat in the chair she had been in. "She’s admitted being an accomplice, and it is only a matter of time until we arrest the actual thief."

"Good," I said. There was a pause before I mustered up the courage to say "Captain, has she been beaten?"

He looked at me with an ice cold stare. I had absolutely no doubt he would beat me to a pulp if that suited his needs. And I had no doubt he would be able to.

"She has been helping us with our enquiries," he replied.

I don't know why I didn't leave it there, but I felt compelled to continue. "Does that mean she has been beaten?"

He continued to look at me for a while before speaking. "We are not in your country now. Here we know how to deal with criminals, and we have a very good success rate. You thought you would hear nothing more about this matter, didn't you?"

I nodded.

"We will soon have your thief in custody, and when we do she will confess to everything. And by the time we've completed our investigations she will be very sorry that she chose to steal from a guest in our country."

I felt my throat go dry. He never took his eyes off me.

"Perhaps you would like to be present during her interrogation?"

I stared at him. Sweat trickled down my back.

"Wouldn't you like to see the little bitch get what she deserves? She can show you in person just how sorry she is."

He leant closer to me. "I can assure you the trauma of the robbery will be forgotten when you hear her screaming and begging, and promising to do anything you want."

My heart was pounding. I could picture her beautiful smiling face, blonde hair, long legs, perfect figure. I remembered how excited I was at the thought of fucking her. Maybe this was the chance to act out some of the darkest thoughts I'd always had. The idea of dominating a woman had always appealed, but although I'd had a couple of girlfriends who didn't mind a bit of light slapping and hair pulling during sex, I'd never got close to it. Now I could do the real thing. And not just a random girl, but the whore who had stolen all my stuff and made me look stupid.

Astiz was still staring at me, and I wondered if this was some kind of trap. His face showed no emotion. The concept of innocent until proven guilty obviously didn't apply here.

"Well, um, I suppose she did cause me a lot of bother," I managed to squeeze out.

Astiz smiled, but it was just as chilling as his cold stare. Maybe more so.

"Yes. Any real man would want to see justice being done. I'll be in touch."

I felt a great sense of trepidation, as I was still not convinced that Astiz was telling the truth.

The following evening I went onto the internet to read about the police in this country. I soon found plenty of articles that made it clear it was not a pleasant place for a woman to be arrested. There were plenty of reports alleging rape and torture in the basement of the police headquarters – the very building I had been in. I jerked off three times that night imagining what was happening to the girl from the bar at that very moment, and what would soon be happening to the bitch that robbed me.

More days passed, and I was beginning to think nothing was going to happen. I thought about contacting Captain Astiz, but that seemed a bit desperate. If he had been joking then I would look like a complete moron. Eventually though, the call came, and I was to meet him at the police station.

We were in the same office as before, one that I was now quite familiar with. Captain Astiz spoke.

"We're going to go downstairs to an interrogation room. You will sit at the back of the room, and you will do and say nothing unless I instruct you to. Do you understand?"

I nodded. There was no way I was going to something he didn't want me to – he was far too frightening. Some of the excitement of the previous days leaked away as I sat in the office with this incredibly intimidating man.

"We will be asking about the robbery, where your possessions have gone, names of her contacts and so forth. Remember this is all perfectly legal. We are simply investigating a crime. Anything you see is subject to police restrictions. If you tell anyone about our methods the consequences will be extremely grave for you. Do I make myself clear?"

I swallowed and nodded.

"I'm sorry that this matter has taken so long to be resolved, but her sister was very reluctant to tell us where she was. But she cooperated in the end. Everyone does." He smiled a chilling smile. An image of a woman screaming in pain while he smiled that smile flashed before my eyes.

"This is your last chance to change your mind. Are you sure you want to be present at the questioning?"

Although I was feeling excited at the prospect of what I was about to witness, the sensible part of me was saying – don't get involved! But I had no choice, I had to do it. I nodded, and he smiled like a wolf that had got into the chicken coop.

We went down to the basement, and into a room that was much bigger than the other ones I'd been in. It was brightly lit with powerful spotlights, and had a desk with a few chairs dotted around the room. There were some other items of furniture which were a bit more unusual. A large chair which looked like it was bolted to the floor, a bed with no mattress, just springs, and a large frame. There were chains hanging from the ceiling, and all sorts of other items spread around. It was obviously a torture chamber.

Astiz told me to sit in the corner. He told me again to say and do nothing unless he instructed me to. I sat and waited, my eyes darting around the room taking in all the strange objects until the door opened. Three policeman walked in, and then I could see her. She was even more gorgeous than I'd remembered. Tall, blonde hair, perfectly made up, an absolutely stunning face, perfect figure. She was about 25, and was wearing a white blouse, tight blue jeans and black high heeled shoes. No wonder I'd been so desperate to fuck her.

The policeman led her to a chair and pushed her into it. I was reminded of the scene with the girl from the bar, but obviously she hadn't been touched yet, no bruises were visible. She was looking around anxiously. I wasn't even sure if she could see me as I was tucked in the corner behind the powerful lights. Astiz leaned against the front edge of the desk facing her.

"What is your name?" he asked.

"Anna Marquez," she replied.

"Anna, a couple of weeks ago I believe you went to the hotel room of a man, a foreigner, where you drugged him and stole a large number of items. Is that true?"

"No."

"I expect this wasn't the first time you've done something like this."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I want to have a lawyer present."

"Why would you need a lawyer if you've done nothing wrong?'

"It’s my legal right to have a lawyer present if you're questioning me."

"Very well, Anna. We'll get you a lawyer. Please stand up."

Anna got up from the chair and stood in front of Astiz. They looked at each other for a while and then without warning, so quickly I hardly saw it, he slapped her round the face. The blow made a noise like a gunshot (not that I know what a gunshot really sounds like) and was so powerful it sent Anna spinning backwards, crashing into the chair she had been sitting on a few seconds before and ending up on the floor.

Immediately a couple of the soldiers in the room rushed forward. One of them threw the chair, that had fallen over, to the side of the room, and others grabbed Anna pulling her to her feet, screaming loudly at her to get up. They positioned her in front of Astiz, and made her stand with her feet apart and her hands behind her head. Her breasts jutted out due to the raised position of her arms. I could see a small trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were wide with fear.

Astiz spoke to her. "Now listen carefully, you little cunt. You're not getting a lawyer. You're here until we have completed our investigations. You have no rights except what we choose to give you, so I suggest you think very carefully about what you're going to say. I'll ask you again – did you steal from a man in a hotel after you drugged him?"

"Please, I don't know what you're talking about." One of the men behind her stepped forward holding a truncheon, and swung it into her back, low near her kidneys. She screamed and fell forward, only to have the men pull her back to her feet and into the same position while screaming "GET THE FUCK UP, YOU CUNT!"

This time she was staring to sob. "Please, OK, it was me, I just needed the money."

"That’s better," said Astiz. "So where did all the stuff go you stole?"

"To someone people I met in a bar."

"Who?"

"I don't know their names."

This time the truncheon smashed into the back of her left knee, causing her to buckle to the ground, and again she was pulled roughly back to her feet and forced to take up the same position. Some of the buttons on her blouse were torn off during this, so when she was standing again it gaped open and her breasts could clearly be seen cupped in the white lacy bra she was wearing. Her jeans were low cut below her flat and toned stomach.

"Please, I don't know who they were, I'd tell you if I did."

Astiz nodded and the men swung into action. They produced handcuffs, and swiftly and efficiently locked them around her wrists. "No!" she yelled, and struggled, but they easily attached the cuffs to a chain that was hanging from the ceiling. There was an electric hum, and the chain was drawn up taking her arms with it. Anna struggled, and pulled at her arms, but it was impossible for her to stop it.

‘No, stop, you bastards!" she yelled as she was pulled ever higher, until her feet left the ground. The chain stopped when her toes were about a foot from the floor. She was still struggling and yelling as the men grabbed her legs. She tried to kick out at them, but they were obviously used to this and had no trouble holding them while a thick leather strap was tightened around her ankles so that her legs were held together.

One of the men carried a cylinder that looked like it was made of concrete over to the hanging girl. It was obviously very heavy as he was having trouble lifting it. With the help of a second man he attached it to the strap holding Anna’s ankles together. When the weight was released, the effect was amazing.

I could almost see her muscles and joints stretching as her body took the full weight. She could no longer struggle as moving was impossible, and she stopped talking as it became clear she was having trouble breathing with her chest so stretched. Her misery was added to by one of the men grabbing her hair to pull her head back until she was looking up at the ceiling, and forcing a large black ball gag into her mouth. He fastened the strap round her head. It was so tight the straps were biting into her cheeks.

The gag was huge, it looked like her jaw was being dislocated. Her eyes were wide, her breaths coming in short gasps through her nose. Astiz stepped forward and ripped open her blouse, the remaining buttons scattering across the room. Her white bra fastened at the front, he grasped it and tore it open, then stepped back. Her breasts were flattened from the extreme posture she was in, but it was still obvious they were firm. Her nipples were large, dark against the pale of her flesh and jutting out, probably hard with fear.

There was no sound in the room except the labored breathing of Anna. Her eyes were blinking, and sweat was already running down her face and body. Astiz placed his foot against the concrete block and pushed it so she started swinging. She was making puffing sounds as her body took the strain of the slowly swinging block. He put his hands to her belt and undid it, then pulled it through the loops of her jeans and dropped it to the floor. Her stomach was flat, every muscle outlined in her stretched position. He undid her jeans, then pulled them down until they were bunched around her tied ankles.

She was wearing tiny white panties with small blue dots all over them. Her legs were long and shapely, the muscles also outlined as they were stretched taut. She was the sexiest looking woman I had ever seen. Her stretched position, sweat glistening on her perfect body, eyes wide with fear, was more erotic than anything I had seen before. My cock was rock hard.

For an age nobody moved or spoke. Eventually Astiz picked up a packet of cigarettes from the desk and lit one. The smoke filled the room. One of the men bent down and picked up the discarded belt. He grasped it by the buckle, and lashed it hard against Anna’s back. She made a snorting noise through her nose, and twitched but the severity of her position prevented her moving much at all.

The belt lashed against her buttocks, and again she snorted. Finally Astiz spoke.

"If you can't return the things you've stolen, then the only thing left is for you to make it up to us. You're a smart girl, I'm sure you know what men like us do to sluts like you in here. So I want you to think carefully about what you can do to show us how sorry you are."

The man with the belt started hitting her again, the leather making a loud slapping sound as it struck her skin. I watched as he repeatedly used it on her back, buttocks, legs, stomach and breasts. Anna hardly moved during the hail of lashes. Eventually he stepped back, and I watched mesmerized as Astiz puffed on his cigarette and then touched the glowing tip to her left nipple. She made the loudest noise so far, but still her body hardly moved. He puffed at it again, and pressed it to her right nipple.

Throwing the cigarette to the ground, he turned to me and gestured for me to come over. My heart was thudding in my chest. Part of me wanted to just stay in the corner, not taking any part. But Astiz gestured again and I knew I wasn't going to disobey him. I got up and walked to where he was standing, in front of Anna. Astiz nodded towards her. "What do you think?"

I studied her from my now excellent vantage point. Her hands had gone blue from the lack of blood, and her body was so stretched out with the heavy concrete blocking hanging from her feet she must be in agony. Her mouth was stretched wide by the large gag, and her face was streaked with mascara from the tears. Her gorgeous blue eyes were wide and filled with pain and fear, her long blonde hair plastered to her head with sweat.

The front of her body was covered with red marks from the belt. I could see thinner dark red wheals where the edge of the belt had raised a more severe looking mark. Her nipples were hard, and were red where the cigarette had burned them. Every inch of her body was glistening with sweat. Her jeans were still bunched around her ankles, her white polka dot panties stretched tight across her hips.

Astiz spoke to her. "Do you recognize this man?" She looked at me but I could tell from her eyes she had no idea who I was. She shook her head, drips of sweat dropping from her face.

"This is the poor man you robbed. A visitor to our country. Now you're going to tell me how you can make it up to him, so he doesn't go home thinking we don't know how to look after our guests."

He signaled to the men in the room, and two of them advanced forward. They unhooked the concrete from her legs, and then undid the leather strap securing her ankles. She made no effort to move, maybe because her legs were incapable of working after the muscles had been so stretched. They quickly undid her shoes and removed them, and pulled her jeans down so they dropped to the floor clear of her feet.

Each man then fastened another, thinner leather strap to her ankles, and hooked two chains that were lying on the floor to metal rings on the straps. There was a click and the sound of an electric motor, followed by the sound of the chains rattling across the floor. I watched as the slack was taken up and the chains started pulling her ankles apart. Anna made a few noises through her gag, she was obviously scared about what was happening, her eyes wide.

The chains ran across the floor to the edge of the room, where they then ran up the wall, over a small pulley and on to the ceiling where they were being wrapped around a drum that was turning. Anna’s legs were pulled wider and wider apart, until she was looking like an upside down Y. But the motor didn't stop. It kept going and her legs were pulled further up. She was panting through her nose, the muscles in her legs were stretched taut. Unless she was a gymnast it was very unlikely her legs had been this wide apart before. By the time the motor stopped she looked more like an upside down T than a Y.

Her breasts rose and fell as she struggled to breathe. I watched sweat roll to the ends of her nipples and collect into a drop before gravity took over and they splashed to the floor. Her eyes were pleading with me, as she had obviously long ago given up hoping for mercy from Astiz. I was too excited to feel any pity by now, and just thought how much the bitch deserved it.

He reached forward and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, and ripped them off. The force pulled her body forward, and then she swung back into position as the material ripped. Her blonde pubic hair was neatly shaved, and glistened with sweat like the rest of her body. The extreme stretch of her legs left her sex gaping open.

He handed her panties to me. I took them and felt how soft and warm they were, and how pathetically small they seemed. Just seconds ago they had been protecting the pussy of this most fantastic looking woman. "Keep them as a souvenir," he said, and I stuffed them into my pocket.

He rummaged in a drawer in the desk. He produced a long stick which he handed to me. I took it and stared at it blankly. It was thick with a rubber handle, and metal strips around the length of it. There was a button on the handle which my thumb naturally fell against. I realized it was an electric prod, something I'd read about but never seen.

Anna obviously recognized it too as she started to struggle and made pathetic mewling noises from behind her massive gag. Astiz was staring at me. He nodded his head towards Anna and said "Shove it up her cunt."

I could feel sweat trickling down my back. Did he really mean it? I was still expecting the police in the room to turn on me and arrest me for assault, or something even worse. Anna was moaning more desperately. Astiz had me fixed with his cold, terrifying stare. "Go on," he said.

I turned towards her and moved the prod towards the junction of her thighs. Part of me was appalled, but a larger part was excited beyond anything I had ever felt. Here was an absolutely gorgeous woman hanging in front of me, and I could do anything I wanted to her. The feeling was amazing. I positioned the prod so it was touching her lips. They were so open that the tip of the prod slid easily between them. Anna was making even more desperate noises and her whole body was tensing as she tried to get away.

Once the prod reached the entrance to her vagina it was much more difficult to push upwards. It was quite thick and she was tight, so I had trouble getting it to penetrate her. Astiz grabbed the prod, his hand wrapped around mine so hard it was painful, and said "Like this." Then with a mighty shove rammed it as far up her as he could.

It was obviously extremely painful as she went mad. Her eyes closed, she threw her head back and the noises coming from behind her gag were inhuman. The prod was buried so far inside her just the handle was visible. Astiz let go of my hand. I stared between her legs, her lips stretched around the invading shaft.

"Press the button," ordered Astiz, and without thinking any more about it I did. The effect was amazing. I saw her stomach spasm as the electricity blasted into her, and the clutching of her vaginal muscles sucked the prod even deeper inside her. Every muscle was tensed, her whole body shaking, and she made weird noises behind her gag – not screams, almost unrecognizable as human.

I let go of the button and watched as she seemed to slump in her bonds. Her breasts rose and fell as she gasped for breath, and I could feel a rhythmic pulling on the prod as the muscles in her vagina spasmed as a result of the electricity. Snot and mucous dripped from her nose, mingling with saliva from behind the gag, and ran down her breasts.

"Again!" ordered Astiz, and I saw her shake her head in horror before I pressed the button again, and once again her body jerked wildly despite the tension of her bonds. Urine spurted from between her legs, soaking my hand, and I leapt back in surprise releasing the prod.

Astiz laughed. "They always do that," he said.

The prod was still sticking out from her vagina even though I was no longer holding it. She was making mewling noises from behind the gag, her eyes wide and staring at me, filled with fear. Astiz stepped forward and grasped the prod in his left hand. With his right he grabbed her hair and forced her to look at him. He leant very close to her and spoke quietly.

"Now listen, you slut, I'm going to take this gag out, and you're going to tell us exactly what you're going to do to make up for all the trouble you've caused. And be careful what you say. If we don't like the sound of it, the gag goes back in and it could be days before we ask you again. Do you understand?"

She nodded as best she could with Astiz’s grip on her hair. Her whole body was trembling.

"Perhaps you want another go with this prod? Just to remind you what we're talking about?"

She shook her head and jerked, her eyes even wider with fear.

"Yes, I think that would be a good idea. And remember that if we have to put the gag back in, this prod will seem like the best fuck you've ever had in comparison to what we'll do to you."

He stepped back and motioned to me. Anna was staring at me, shrieking behind her gag, her breasts rising and falling, obviously begging me not to. I reached slowly forward and grasped the handle of the prod. I was amazed it hadn't slipped out of her and dropped to the floor. I looked her straight in the eyes and spat out, in my best gangster voice, "Take this, you whore!" before pressing the button.

The noise she made was the most erotic thing I'd ever heard. She pissed over my hand again, but this time I wasn't bothered. I watched her breasts shaking, sweat dripping off her nipples, her stomach muscles rippling as they contracted, the muscles in her legs tensing, her head thrown back, hair flailing.

Astiz signaled to me, and I released the button. "Pull it out," he said. It was difficult to do as she was so tight, and I watched closely as the large object gradually slid out, eventually coming free with a plopping sound. Liquid splattered onto the floor, tinged with blood, and I looked at the glistening shaft with interest.

One of the men in the room stepped forward and unfastened the gag. Anna seemed to have trouble moving her mouth, as for a while she just continued gasping and moaning. Eventually she said "Please."

Astiz smiled. "Now, you piece of shit, tell us what you're going to do to make amends."

"Please, please, I'll do anything, anything you want, please, just tell me."

"Didn't you understand what I told you? Tell us what you'll do or the gag goes back in."

"No!" she screamed. "No, please, OK, I'll fuck you, all of you, I'll suck you off, you can do anything, anything you want, I'll do it all, please no more!"

"Including our dogs?"

"What? No please.." she was sobbing.

Astiz sighed. "Give me the gag."

"NO!" she screamed. "NO, PLEASE, OK I'll fuck the dogs, I'll suck them off, I'll swallow their cum, anything, please, please, anything, please!"

Astiz smiled. "That’s better, you whore. Because your sister has already done it. She’s been fucked by every dog in the place."

Anna’s eyes widened. "My sister? What have you done to her?" she sobbed.

Astiz was obviously loving every minute of this. "Oh yes, we've had your sister for a while. It was her who told us where to find you. You should be proud of her though, she was very brave. It took us several days to make her talk. She had the same prod you've been enjoying up her cunt for hours. Even when we pulled all her finger and toenails out she wouldn't tell us. It was only when we lit the blowtorch and were going to use it on her tits that she started babbling like a baby and told us everything we wanted to know."

"NO!" screamed Anna "You bastards!"

"Don't worry, you'll be seeing her again soon. We'll have a dog fucking competition. And then maybe some sister girl-on-girl action." The men in the room laughed.

"Now, bitch, do you want the gag back in?"

"No, please, I'll do it, I'll do anything." She was crying helplessly now.

The chains were lowered from the ceiling releasing her legs, and two men undid the handcuffs that held her suspended. She slumped to the floor. Her blouse and bra were still hanging off her shoulders. Astiz kicked her in the side. "Come on, you cunt. Start with him." He gestured towards me.

Slowly she got onto all fours and crawled towards me. Astiz lost patience and grabbed her hair, dragging her over to where I was standing. She cried out as he tugged on her hair. They stopped in front of me, and he pulled her to her knees. Still with his hand wrapped in her long blonde hair he spoke to her "Now tell him how sorry you are, and ask nicely to make it up to him."

He released her hair, and she looked up at me. Her makeup was a mess, but she was still absolutely stunning. Tears were running down her cheeks.

"I'm very sorry I stole your stuff," she said in a shaky voice. "Please may I suck your cock to make up for it?"

My throat was dry, I couldn't speak. I nodded. She reached out and undid my trousers, then pulled my rock hard cock out. Hesitantly she licked it then took it into her warm wet mouth. I groaned, and watched as her blonde head bobbed up and down. I grabbed her silky hair with both hands which made her gasp, and it didn't take long before I was groaning and spurting into her throat. She swallowed it all.

Then I watched while the men in the room took turns raping her in every hole. Once they'd finished I was ready again and this time he had her fuck me and kiss me like her boyfriend while she cried. I think each of us probably had her three times by the time we'd finished, and Anna was lying on the floor sobbing.

Astiz grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. Sperm was in her hair and dripping from her face. Her thighs were slick with it, and her breasts were covered in red marks where she had been roughly groped, and small burns where some of the men had used cigarettes on her when they thought she wasn't being enthusiastic enough.

"I think she’s probably sorry she tried to rip you off now, isn't she?" Astiz said. I nodded. "Come on," he continued. "Let’s take her to meet her sister."