womans hell in paramundo
FEMALE HELL IN PARAMUNDO
New in English!!!
by PROCTER BALDWIN
de luxe editioN
South America: The depraved lust of the Generalisimo
Sandoval is the only law in Paramundo. Even the dictator’s supporters, the
Sandovalistas, have to hand over their daughters to a shocking fate to gain his favors. And any American
gringuitas who stray in his path are highly prized and rarely find
the way back to their homes again.
The unfortunate
young women face an endless fate of shameful humiliation in the
Generalisimo’s private prison for women.
A brand new story from the ruthless pen of author
Procter Baldwin.
F. HELL IN PARAMUNDO ENGLISH
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FROM THE BOOK…
Irresistibly she
was pulled forward on her hobbled legs around the side of the truck. There stood all
the other girls in line in the dust of the prison yard, one behind the other, each one
linked by a short chain to a collar around the neck of the one in front. They were
standing so close to each other, that their breasts, for the most part bare, touched the
bound arms of the girl in front.
Jacinta found herself pushed against the same mestiza she had been
forced to sit next to in the truck, found herself staring at the girl’s long black
hair. Her naked breasts, the nipples standing prominently in the open air, pressed against
the objectionable half-breed girl’s arms.
At her involuntary touch the girl turned her head, and Jacinta could
see her lovely eyes, and the full lips around the heavy gag. She looked away
quickly, as far as the tight collar of the snatch-stick would allow, unwilling to meet the
other one’s gaze.
“Face front, you two,” growled the man who held the
snatch-stick.
When Jacinta strained to look at him, he squeezed the trigger on the
snatch-stick, and Jacinta felt the collar tighten around her throat, and continue to
tighten until she faced the front. Another soldier pushed her chin up and fastened a
collar around her neck. He snapped a chain to the ring of the collar, then moved the
hair of the mestiza out of the way to link the chain to the back of her collar.
The snatch-stick was released, and Jacinta once more could breath
easier. Again she tried to look around, and again someone yelled, “Face front,
slut!”
In any case she could see little of where they were: the side of the truck, a high wall
lined with spikes and the blue sky above, that was all. It didn’t matter.
Jacinta knew well enough where that bitch Ana Sandoval had brought her – Comandante
Sandoval, as she styled herself!
A uniformed female guard was going down the line. Jacinta could see her
now, checking the collars on each girl, checking their bonds. It was hot standing
there in the sun, but she was taking her time, coolly appraising each girl. She moved the
hair of the mestiza in front and tugged on the chain with her slender fingers. She
gripped a bunch of Jacinta’s hair and pulled back her head, then tested the chain on
the front of her collar. Jacinta looked her in the face. She was a pretty,
dark-haired girl, with peasant’s eyes. A shop-girl, thought Jacinta. Not all
her becoming uniform, her little forage cap perched on her head, her tan shirt, her tight
brown skirt, even the coiled whip under her arm, none of it could change that. A common
shop-girl.
The young woman gazed contemptuously back at her. Jacinta felt her hand slide
over her breasts, and feel them appraisingly. She smiled with a look of disdain.
“I shall look forward to you,” she said.
All around them the soldiers stood watching, grinning with delight and making coarse
comments. “Which one’s for you?” – “The little Indian, third
from the front.” – “Sure she’d make a good fuck, but what about the
mestiza, that one about half way down with the big tits.” – “Yeah, you bet. Just
as soon as the Generalнsimo’s finished with her, she’s for me.” -
“After me, amigo. After me.” – “Trust the sargento to pull rank!”
The female Guardia gave an order. “Move forward.”
She uncoiled the long whip and cracked it skillfully, so loud that Jacinta thought
for an instant that it had actually struck her.
The line moved forward, awkwardly. The Mouse fell against
Jacinta, half tripping
her up. The whip cracked again. This time it did strike her, stinging the side
of her ass-cheek, where her panties did not protect her. She shrieked behind her
gag, and threw the Guardia a glance full of venom. The Guardia flicked her wrist and
snapped the whip skillfully against Jacinta’s thighs. “Face forward,
Seсorita,” she said. “Face forward and save your skin.”
They passed through a heavy door into the building. They
stumbled, falling against each other every few steps, along a narrow stone-clad corridor.
They heard the heavy door slam behind them. Then the chains of a portcullis
rattle, and the barrier itself rumble down. They were inside the
Generalнsimos’s private prison. And nothing could save them now.
They passed an open door. Not one of them could avoid looking
inside the brightly lit chamber. Not one of them could avoid the sight of two naked
women, their arms pulled high above their heads, standing on tiptoe, their bodies striped
with lash-marks. Nor a third girl, bent forward, her arms pulled up vertically
behind her and roped to a ceiling hook. Nor yet the bulky soldier who stood behind
her, his pants at half-mast, thrusting his huge cock vigorously into her ass-hole.
Shocked, they entered a bigger room. It was stone clad. On its
stone walls were rows of rings; from its ceiling hung rows of chains. A half-dozen
uniformed soldiers stood around waiting. The long chain moved forward. Then,
as each one entered the room a soldier disconnected her from the girl behind and one by
one the collars of the girls were hooked up to one of the dangling chains. Hooked up
so that they stood on the very tip of their toes, so that the chains pressed against their
faces and pushed their heads to one side.
Jacinta found herself dragged forward, just one more girl amongst all
the rest, hooked up by a soldier who scarcely took any notice of her, only
matter-of-factly hooking her up like a sack of grain, and going back for the next in line.
She could see the others, hitched up just like her, half-gasping for
breath, more of them in tears than ever. They drooled from their gags, and their
half-torn clothes looked a sorry sight. Jacinta supposed she must look the same,
half-naked and half-exposed.
But not for long. The Sargento strode in, accompanied by the
Guardia. After a quick glance to see that all was in order, he gave the command:
“Strip them.”
Jacinta’s stomach clenched with real fear. She had expected no less, but all
the same she was unprepared for it. She’d heard the women were kept naked in their
cells. She’d heard many things. The nightmare was coming true…
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