" Start by shaking your boobs girl ! Then a few bumps and grinds with your pussy and butt. And some high kicks. NOW MOVE LIKE I TELL YOU ........"

Juanita danced laciviously undulating her body and shaking her breasts. Her attemps to kick high were awkward. And the other movements of her body, though sexy, were not smooth. The men watching were aroused, Very soon Juanita was breathing heavilly and broke into a sweat, She slowed her movements, but Commandante urged her to "move faster" as he pointed the charged tip of the cattle prod towrd her. Fifteen, twenty minute, half an hour passed. Sweat ran off Juanita's body and she was gasping for breath. " Do some kneebends: down shake those tits: up, now grind your hips, reach up to touch the ceiling with your hands. Stretch, strech, STRETCH HARD GIRL !"

After an hour Juanita's attempts to dance had detriorated to stumbling and swaying: she was exhausted. Still Commandante threatened her with painful shocks to her private parts if she stopped. Now the men were more aroused by Juanita's suffering than by her dancing: her fear of the cattleprod in Commandantes hand.

(Would anyone like to write a segment of Juanita's reaction to the cattleprod when she is exhausted to the point of being unable to do more ? HAVE AT IT !)