Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
The Nude Nurse and the Master of the Whip.
Part 45 April 1, 1974 - The Sixth Day, morning, Wing D
Sitting on a small metal cot with no mattress, the only item in the small room, was Juan. His clothes were more mussed than yesterday, his beard still unshaven, and he sat slouched over as if in despair. The sight broke Eulalia’s heart. He looked up at her with sad eyes; Eul leapt to embrace him.
Standing there, holding tight to each other, Eul felt some security for the first time since her original recorder story had been debunked. She looked up at the Colonel and saw tears forming in his eyes. Without hesitation she kissed him, warm on the lips. He kissed back and soon their tongues were thrusting from mouth to mouth in a sensual dance. Eul’s mind and body responded as she held on to her lover (yes, she thought, he is my lover!) and kissed him deeply and passionately.
After a minute, he pulled away and placed a finger on her lips to still her.
“My dear child. I love you so much. But we must talk first. Come sit.”
They sat close together on the cot, his right hand holding her left and his left arm around her shoulder. It felt so good to have him so close to her and to hold her this way, Eulalia thought.
“Dear Eul, I have good news for you. I have spoken with Capitán Trueno. He is an old friend, and he will help me. I asked him as a personal favor and he has agreed that you did not know what you were doing was wrong. He will give you a quick interrogation this morning and then have you released to the International Red Cross – they are anxious to get you safely back!”
Eulalia was overjoyed. “Oh, my dear, dear Juan! How wonderful you are! I cannot thank you enough!” She proceeded to give him a dozen kisses on his mouth, his cheeks, his forehead and even his nose. She had never felt such love before, not even for her father.
Suddenly another thought troubled her. She stopped and looked him in the eyes.
“What about you, dear Juan? Will the Capitán also have you cleared and restored to your rightful place?”
A look of horrible sadness passed over his face and he lowered his head. Eul caught his chin and forced him to look her in the eye. “Tell me, Juan. Tell me the truth!”
“The news is bad, my child. Trueno cannot help me. Officers outranking him have made up their minds. I am going to be dismissed from the military and I shall go on trial for corruption. I will not be able to help you or even my own daughter anymore. I am lost!” With that he hung his head and began to sob.
Eulalia put her arms around him and held him tight. Never had she felt so bad for someone. Juan’s life was destroyed. What would happen to his daughter? It was all because he had taken pity on her and tried to help her. Tried? He had arranged for her to be free today! What a wonderful person. No man had ever really cared about her, had done anything noticeable for her, let alone what he had done! And at such personal cost!
In that moment, Eul knew what she had to do. She had to thank this strong, kind man in the only way she could. She let go of him and raised his chin so he looked at her. Staring in his eyes with love, she deliberately pealed her blouse off, leaving herself nude to the waist. She took his hand and put it on her small breast while bringing her lips to his in a very soft, and very loving kiss.
Juan kissed her back and his hand gently squeezed her breast. Eul couldn’t suppress a groan as her bruised flesh protested the touch. Juan pulled away with concern. Eul grabbed his hand and forced it back on her tit. “It’s OK. Just a little sore,” she lied. “I want you so bad. Please don’t hold back.” With that, she pressed his hand with hers to squeeze the soft flesh. Rather than cry out, she pressed her lips to his.
Eul reached into his lap to stroke his crotch. She felt his manhood already aroused and hard. The feel made her vagina respond and dampness flowed.
Impatient to please her man, Eul hurried to unbutton his shirt and push it off his arms. Off with his undershirt. The sight of his strong and lightly furred chest aroused the girl more and she kissed him hard as her hand went to his belt. Soon she had the front of his trousers open and was rubbing his fully erect cock. He groaned with desire and his hands roved her front, touching nipples and belly and teasing toward her crotch. Eul’s arousal only partially offset the pain of his touch on her bruised and cut skin.
She felt her cunt juicing even as she felt dampness in his shorts from her attention to his hard cock. Eul stood, undid her skirt, and slid it down her long legs. Juan also stood and stepped out of his trousers. His erect penis tented the front of his shorts with a dark wet spot.
Eulalia stared at his crotch as she peeled down her panties. She stood naked before her lover for a moment, then went to her knees and pulled down his shorts, making his cock snap back to attention as it was released.
Eul took his manhood in one hand and gently cradled his balls with the other. Slowly she rubbed back and forth as her hand played with the balls. She brought her head closer and, extending her tongue, lightly licked the tip. She was rewarded by a groan of pleasure. Another and another lick as she pumped more on the shaft, then she took the head in between her lips, sucking on the male flesh, licking as her hands worked the shaft and nuts. Juan was groaning almost constantly now.
Never in her life had Eulalia wanted so badly to please a man. She had always tried hard to please. She had wanted to be a good lover. But men had always complained about this or that. Especially in her longest relationship, with Hawkins. He had regularly put her down. He would instruct her carefully how to improve for him, and then say she was hopeless. Eulalia had become convinced that she was simply bad in bed.
But she had never felt as strong an affection or desire for a man. Smart, caring, strong, like her father but more loving. Even with her sore, bruised, body, she would make great love to this man.
She took more of his cock in her mouth, now using both hands to stimulated his balls. She sucked and licked as passionately as she could, making love with her mouth to his manhood. It seemed to grow even larger and she took more until it touched the back of her mouth and she gagged. Now she pumped her head up and down the meat, while sucking and licking for all she was worth. Soon she tasted more pre-cum oozing and his hips beginning to flex. She knew he was close to coming. But she couldn’t let that happen. She wanted him to have all her love. She wanted him to come inside her pussy!
Slowly she pulled off his prick and drew him down on the cot with her.
She lay without complaint on the metal slats which scraped her welted and cut ass. She guided his cock toward her crotch. They kissed passionately as his cockhead brushed her lips and she groaned at the soreness there. But she pretended it was a groan of arousal and held him all the tighter. He gently positioned his prick on her slit and rubbed it up and down the outside to stimulate her further. Through the pain of her sore and swollen lips, Eul’s body did respond and she left her cunt fill with wetness. Her desire was overwhelming everything in her love for this man!
As he lodged the head of his prick between her pussy lips, Eulalia couldn’t suppress her cry of pain. Quickly, she muffled it in, pressing her lips to his. She flexed her hips and rubbed her pussy as his cock. Slowly, he pressed forward, spreading the lips and moving the head into her warm, wet cunt.
Another groan from the girl caused him to stop, lift up his head and ask, “Is it all right? Are you too sore there, mi hija?”
If she hadn’t felt so much love for him, she would have conceded her pain and satisfied him another way. But her love was too strong to deny this man anything. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to feel her pussy stretched by his manhood.
“I can take it, Juan. I love you so much, I need you inside me.” She reached down and pulled his hips toward her as she raised her own to meet the invader. A loud cry came from her lips before she could plant her lips back on his mouth to hide her pain.
Juan had the permission he needed. He now worked his cock into her tight swollen pussy. While she was very wet, the stretching and mild friction on the bruised, raw and scraped lining was terrible torture. Her body squirmed and bucked and became covered with sweat, more from pain than from pleasure. Her cries of pain punctuated her tongue’s thrusting and licking in his mouth.
With his prick driven to the hilt in her pussy, Juan paused a moment to savor the warm, snug feeling. Then he slowly withdrew, slipping easily in her wetness and his own pre-cum, though still agony for Eul.
Then he began the slow, steady movement, in and out, in and out. The feeling was as good as he had ever felt, the tightness of her damaged cunt, her cries of pain and arousal, the squirming of her welted body underneath him. He held on for as long as possible, wanting to milk every moment of the girl’s reactions.
Eulalia somehow willed herself to accept the pain. She was becoming aroused and her body was sheened in sweat. Her love and the hunger in her loins drove her onward to move in tandem with her man. But during it all, the pain was horrible. Now she cried openly.
Seeing Eul arousal and feeling his own approached climax, Juan ceased all effort at gentleness. He began thrusting hard and fast into her pussy, driving powerfully with each thrust, dragging screams from the girl. He lowered his head and sucked a scarred nipple into his mouth and bit on it as the fire in his cock exploded with a rush of semen. He pounded hard and fast enjoying her cries of pain. After a few moments, he collapsed, satiated, on her soft body.
Eul received his climax with both relief and frustration. Relief that the climax of pain was over. Frustration in that she had come so close herself, only to be left hanging. She stroked his head and back and cooed her love as he panted on her chest. She loved him so much. He had been so good to her. Perhaps he would finish her off with his mouth. Eul had only known that once with a man and yet always dreamed of a tongue stimulating her swollen clit.
“You were wonderful, Juan! I love you so much.”
He just moaned.
“Did you ever go down on your wife?” she asked awkwardly.
He raised his head and looked into her eyes with hurt and surprise.
“I cannot talk about my wife now. How could you ask?”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
Quickly he drew his shrunken penis from her and sat up on the cot, looking away.
“Oh, Juan! I’m sorry! I love you so much! Don’t be hurt!”
He ignored her and began to get dressed.
“Please, dear, please!” She tried to hug him and kiss his cheek. He pushed her away.
“We must get dressed now,” he said looking at his watch. “The guards will be here soon to take you to your interrogation.”
“Of course,” she conceded. Eul gave a small sob of anguish, she began gathering her clothes.
“Will I see you again, dear?” she asked.
“Maybe before you expect,” he said, leaving the room with no other goodbye.
Eulalia’s heart sank. Her desire to show him her love had been ruined by her thoughtless and selfish remark. Rather than being sensitive to his feeling for his dead wife, she had just wanted to be pleasured!
“Why do I ruin every relationship?” she said out loud.
There was nothing in the room to use to wipe her dripping pussy, so she reluctantly pulled on her panties over the wet lips. Standing there in just her panties, her sore cunt dripping, she buried her face in her hands and cried.
Just then the door opened and four guards entered, carrying cuffs and a hood.
Part 45 April 1, 1974 - The Sixth Day, morning, Wing D
Sitting on a small metal cot with no mattress, the only item in the small room, was Juan. His clothes were more mussed than yesterday, his beard still unshaven, and he sat slouched over as if in despair. The sight broke Eulalia’s heart. He looked up at her with sad eyes; Eul leapt to embrace him.
Standing there, holding tight to each other, Eul felt some security for the first time since her original recorder story had been debunked. She looked up at the Colonel and saw tears forming in his eyes. Without hesitation she kissed him, warm on the lips. He kissed back and soon their tongues were thrusting from mouth to mouth in a sensual dance. Eul’s mind and body responded as she held on to her lover (yes, she thought, he is my lover!) and kissed him deeply and passionately.
After a minute, he pulled away and placed a finger on her lips to still her.
“My dear child. I love you so much. But we must talk first. Come sit.”
They sat close together on the cot, his right hand holding her left and his left arm around her shoulder. It felt so good to have him so close to her and to hold her this way, Eulalia thought.
“Dear Eul, I have good news for you. I have spoken with Capitán Trueno. He is an old friend, and he will help me. I asked him as a personal favor and he has agreed that you did not know what you were doing was wrong. He will give you a quick interrogation this morning and then have you released to the International Red Cross – they are anxious to get you safely back!”
Eulalia was overjoyed. “Oh, my dear, dear Juan! How wonderful you are! I cannot thank you enough!” She proceeded to give him a dozen kisses on his mouth, his cheeks, his forehead and even his nose. She had never felt such love before, not even for her father.
Suddenly another thought troubled her. She stopped and looked him in the eyes.
“What about you, dear Juan? Will the Capitán also have you cleared and restored to your rightful place?”
A look of horrible sadness passed over his face and he lowered his head. Eul caught his chin and forced him to look her in the eye. “Tell me, Juan. Tell me the truth!”
“The news is bad, my child. Trueno cannot help me. Officers outranking him have made up their minds. I am going to be dismissed from the military and I shall go on trial for corruption. I will not be able to help you or even my own daughter anymore. I am lost!” With that he hung his head and began to sob.
Eulalia put her arms around him and held him tight. Never had she felt so bad for someone. Juan’s life was destroyed. What would happen to his daughter? It was all because he had taken pity on her and tried to help her. Tried? He had arranged for her to be free today! What a wonderful person. No man had ever really cared about her, had done anything noticeable for her, let alone what he had done! And at such personal cost!
In that moment, Eul knew what she had to do. She had to thank this strong, kind man in the only way she could. She let go of him and raised his chin so he looked at her. Staring in his eyes with love, she deliberately pealed her blouse off, leaving herself nude to the waist. She took his hand and put it on her small breast while bringing her lips to his in a very soft, and very loving kiss.
Juan kissed her back and his hand gently squeezed her breast. Eul couldn’t suppress a groan as her bruised flesh protested the touch. Juan pulled away with concern. Eul grabbed his hand and forced it back on her tit. “It’s OK. Just a little sore,” she lied. “I want you so bad. Please don’t hold back.” With that, she pressed his hand with hers to squeeze the soft flesh. Rather than cry out, she pressed her lips to his.
Eul reached into his lap to stroke his crotch. She felt his manhood already aroused and hard. The feel made her vagina respond and dampness flowed.
Impatient to please her man, Eul hurried to unbutton his shirt and push it off his arms. Off with his undershirt. The sight of his strong and lightly furred chest aroused the girl more and she kissed him hard as her hand went to his belt. Soon she had the front of his trousers open and was rubbing his fully erect cock. He groaned with desire and his hands roved her front, touching nipples and belly and teasing toward her crotch. Eul’s arousal only partially offset the pain of his touch on her bruised and cut skin.
She felt her cunt juicing even as she felt dampness in his shorts from her attention to his hard cock. Eul stood, undid her skirt, and slid it down her long legs. Juan also stood and stepped out of his trousers. His erect penis tented the front of his shorts with a dark wet spot.
Eulalia stared at his crotch as she peeled down her panties. She stood naked before her lover for a moment, then went to her knees and pulled down his shorts, making his cock snap back to attention as it was released.
Eul took his manhood in one hand and gently cradled his balls with the other. Slowly she rubbed back and forth as her hand played with the balls. She brought her head closer and, extending her tongue, lightly licked the tip. She was rewarded by a groan of pleasure. Another and another lick as she pumped more on the shaft, then she took the head in between her lips, sucking on the male flesh, licking as her hands worked the shaft and nuts. Juan was groaning almost constantly now.
Never in her life had Eulalia wanted so badly to please a man. She had always tried hard to please. She had wanted to be a good lover. But men had always complained about this or that. Especially in her longest relationship, with Hawkins. He had regularly put her down. He would instruct her carefully how to improve for him, and then say she was hopeless. Eulalia had become convinced that she was simply bad in bed.
But she had never felt as strong an affection or desire for a man. Smart, caring, strong, like her father but more loving. Even with her sore, bruised, body, she would make great love to this man.
She took more of his cock in her mouth, now using both hands to stimulated his balls. She sucked and licked as passionately as she could, making love with her mouth to his manhood. It seemed to grow even larger and she took more until it touched the back of her mouth and she gagged. Now she pumped her head up and down the meat, while sucking and licking for all she was worth. Soon she tasted more pre-cum oozing and his hips beginning to flex. She knew he was close to coming. But she couldn’t let that happen. She wanted him to have all her love. She wanted him to come inside her pussy!
Slowly she pulled off his prick and drew him down on the cot with her.
She lay without complaint on the metal slats which scraped her welted and cut ass. She guided his cock toward her crotch. They kissed passionately as his cockhead brushed her lips and she groaned at the soreness there. But she pretended it was a groan of arousal and held him all the tighter. He gently positioned his prick on her slit and rubbed it up and down the outside to stimulate her further. Through the pain of her sore and swollen lips, Eul’s body did respond and she left her cunt fill with wetness. Her desire was overwhelming everything in her love for this man!
As he lodged the head of his prick between her pussy lips, Eulalia couldn’t suppress her cry of pain. Quickly, she muffled it in, pressing her lips to his. She flexed her hips and rubbed her pussy as his cock. Slowly, he pressed forward, spreading the lips and moving the head into her warm, wet cunt.
Another groan from the girl caused him to stop, lift up his head and ask, “Is it all right? Are you too sore there, mi hija?”
If she hadn’t felt so much love for him, she would have conceded her pain and satisfied him another way. But her love was too strong to deny this man anything. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to feel her pussy stretched by his manhood.
“I can take it, Juan. I love you so much, I need you inside me.” She reached down and pulled his hips toward her as she raised her own to meet the invader. A loud cry came from her lips before she could plant her lips back on his mouth to hide her pain.
Juan had the permission he needed. He now worked his cock into her tight swollen pussy. While she was very wet, the stretching and mild friction on the bruised, raw and scraped lining was terrible torture. Her body squirmed and bucked and became covered with sweat, more from pain than from pleasure. Her cries of pain punctuated her tongue’s thrusting and licking in his mouth.
With his prick driven to the hilt in her pussy, Juan paused a moment to savor the warm, snug feeling. Then he slowly withdrew, slipping easily in her wetness and his own pre-cum, though still agony for Eul.
Then he began the slow, steady movement, in and out, in and out. The feeling was as good as he had ever felt, the tightness of her damaged cunt, her cries of pain and arousal, the squirming of her welted body underneath him. He held on for as long as possible, wanting to milk every moment of the girl’s reactions.
Eulalia somehow willed herself to accept the pain. She was becoming aroused and her body was sheened in sweat. Her love and the hunger in her loins drove her onward to move in tandem with her man. But during it all, the pain was horrible. Now she cried openly.
Seeing Eul arousal and feeling his own approached climax, Juan ceased all effort at gentleness. He began thrusting hard and fast into her pussy, driving powerfully with each thrust, dragging screams from the girl. He lowered his head and sucked a scarred nipple into his mouth and bit on it as the fire in his cock exploded with a rush of semen. He pounded hard and fast enjoying her cries of pain. After a few moments, he collapsed, satiated, on her soft body.
Eul received his climax with both relief and frustration. Relief that the climax of pain was over. Frustration in that she had come so close herself, only to be left hanging. She stroked his head and back and cooed her love as he panted on her chest. She loved him so much. He had been so good to her. Perhaps he would finish her off with his mouth. Eul had only known that once with a man and yet always dreamed of a tongue stimulating her swollen clit.
“You were wonderful, Juan! I love you so much.”
He just moaned.
“Did you ever go down on your wife?” she asked awkwardly.
He raised his head and looked into her eyes with hurt and surprise.
“I cannot talk about my wife now. How could you ask?”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
Quickly he drew his shrunken penis from her and sat up on the cot, looking away.
“Oh, Juan! I’m sorry! I love you so much! Don’t be hurt!”
He ignored her and began to get dressed.
“Please, dear, please!” She tried to hug him and kiss his cheek. He pushed her away.
“We must get dressed now,” he said looking at his watch. “The guards will be here soon to take you to your interrogation.”
“Of course,” she conceded. Eul gave a small sob of anguish, she began gathering her clothes.
“Will I see you again, dear?” she asked.
“Maybe before you expect,” he said, leaving the room with no other goodbye.
Eulalia’s heart sank. Her desire to show him her love had been ruined by her thoughtless and selfish remark. Rather than being sensitive to his feeling for his dead wife, she had just wanted to be pleasured!
“Why do I ruin every relationship?” she said out loud.
There was nothing in the room to use to wipe her dripping pussy, so she reluctantly pulled on her panties over the wet lips. Standing there in just her panties, her sore cunt dripping, she buried her face in her hands and cried.
Just then the door opened and four guards entered, carrying cuffs and a hood.
