Interrogation Of Juanita.

[Lee Boudine]

Juanita did not answer.

He jerked her off the seat by her hair and held her. It hurt. She screamed and broke into tears.

"ANSWER ME LITTLE PUTA: what is it your dear Papa would wnt you to protect yourself from ? "

" From being hurt; from being attacked.....", the girls stammered.

Commandante laughed, "Hurt how bitch ?"

"Doing things.....sex things.......rape." Juanita's voice faded to a terrified whisper.

" YOU LIE ! Your Papa didn't give you the pistola ! You are carrying it for your boy frield. " He released her hair to drop her back on the chair seat. He crossed the room to get a straight backed chair that he placed almost between Juanita's spread knees and sat, his face just inches from hers.

He reached out to cup her right breast with his left hand. Very gently he kneaded the soft breast. Holding it loosly, he scraped the tip of her nipple with his finger nail and wathed it swell. When it stood out from her areola.
He did her other nipple until both stoor erect in the dark tips of her breasts.
" Now that doen't hurt, does it girl: in fact it feels good, doesn't it ? " Pinching her erect nipples between his thumbs and forfingers, Commandante stretched her brests out from her chest. He pinched and pulled until Juanita moaned. "Stop, please stop/" she moaned.