Chapter 7 #2
My tormentor gripped both sides of my waist and sat me up. I instantly became dizzy. The contraption on my head was heavy enough to strain my neck, making it hard to hold it steady. But as I adjusted to the weight, I managed to keep it from wobbling.
When I finally got my bearings, I glanced over at Beck, assessing the damage done to her.
She was also sitting up, but didn't seem to have any welts or open cuts on her body.
There were some bruises and bite marks, but that was it.
I don't think Julio penetrated her with anything or used a belt or cane on her.
I was relieved. She had never been whipped like I had, so she most likely would have fallen apart.
I looked down at my body. There was a long, thin welt painted across my stomach.
The burning on my inner thighs meant that area would also be marked.
My vagina ached and felt raw inside. My skin was glistening from head to toe.
The growl in my stomach reminded me I had eaten very little in over twenty-four hours, and I felt weak.
Hector's voice was smooth, but cold and malicious.
"Okay, ladies, as promised, I have a show for you."
He looked at Juan and Julio with an evil smirk on his lips.
"You know what is expected. This isn't your first time being punished for your stupidity. I'm letting you off easy. You're both lucky I didn't loan you out as whores for an entire week because of your negligence. Strip, and don't keep me waiting, or your punishment will be more severe!"
The assholes quickly removed their clothes, standing at attention like two trained soldiers. Juan glanced at me and sneered. I saw the humiliation on his face, and I reveled in it. Karma was a bitch, and he was getting his. Both Becca and I just sat there and watched.
Although I was still in a lot of pain and my stomach was nauseous from hunger, I wanted to sit here and see them pay for what they put us through, especially Juan. He treated us horribly. If I could speak, I would’ve asked Hector for a bowl of popcorn and a can of ginger ale.
Somehow, I managed a slight smile, even with the damn contraption jammed in my mouth.
Hector rose to his feet and clapped his hands once.
The door creaked open, and I counted seven men in uniform as they entered the room.
Holy shit! Seven!!!!!
They were all Mexican and in good physical shape. I guess you would need to be extremely fit if you wanted to work in this rotten business. Hector sat on his throne, barking orders.
"You're all here because Juan and Julio almost lost some very expensive merchandise last night.
Everyone knows I can't stand incompetence or stupidity.
All of you will have one hour to abuse these men as you wish.
You may only use a belt or paddle on them and be sure to use plenty of lube if you decide to fuck their asses.
I don't want too much blood spilled on my floor.
This will remind them to pay more attention when transporting expensive goods. "
He gestured toward Beck and me.
"This is the merchandise I almost lost last night because of these two idiots. When the girls heal, they may be available for sampling. I haven't decided yet."
My stomach twisted at his words. I can't imagine being raped by all these guys. Lord, have mercy.
He grinned in my direction, then turned back to the room full of men.
"Juan and Julio, on your hands and knees. There will be no resistance. You are to deal with the consequences of your stupidity. You both deserve what's coming."
The two men dropped to the floor on all fours. I was still in a lot of pain, but that was the furthest thing from my mind. I couldn't believe what I was about to witness. All the guards eagerly removed their pants. Every single one of them had an erection.
The entire scene blew my mind. I felt like I was viewing a Quentin Tarantino movie. Hector took a seat on his throne and snapped his fingers.
"You may begin."
The entire room turned into a free-for-all. Two men wasted no time in assaulting Julio. One guy thrust his cock into his mouth, and the other was lubing up his ass. Julio was gagging and spitting as the man brutally skull-fucked him.
The other guard roughly pulled his cheeks apart, then plunged into his backside. Julio's screams were muffled by the man pumping into his mouth. Both guys brutally violated him. His body was slick with sweat.
All I could hear from his throat was "Ugh…Ugh," as the man behind him screwed him like an animal.
Hector walked over to the scene and handed the guy a paddle. "Make him regret what he did. Beat his ass."
The guard nodded, took the paddle, and whacked Julio's cheeks with every thrust. The one pumping into his mouth pulled out and came all over his face, squirting him in the eyes.
Julio violently shook his head, trying to shake the nasty shit onto the floor, gasping and blinking rapidly while the other man went to town on his ass.
His screams made me shudder, but I couldn't look away.
I am not the type who enjoys seeing others suffer, but I was all in for this.
I tore my eyes away from the surreal scene and looked over to where Juan was being gang raped by three men.
A guy was working his mouth while the other two were taking turns ripping his ass apart.
One would pump in twice, pull out, and then the other would take his place, fucking him violently.
The pig was groaning in pain, while the other guy blasted his tonsils with his filthy cock.
Luckily, the cage around my face hid my glee.
Even though my tongue was pushed back, I could still manage a small smile.
Both of the fucking bastards deserved every bit of torture that they were forced to endure.
I stole a glance at Becca. I couldn’t see her eyes, but the way her hand hovered over the iron strapped to her mouth made it clear she couldn’t believe what she was seeing either. It looked like a massive orgy was taking place around us.
The entire room turned into chaos. Not only were the guards fucking Juan and Julio, but they started in on each other. Two of them were going at it right next to where Juan was being fucked by three new guys.
One guard pulled his dick out of another's ass and forced Juan to suck him off. It was some freaky shit.
Becca and I had no choice but to watch the depravity in front of us. After about ten minutes, I had my fill. I wanted it to be over with so we could get out of here.
It smelled like pungent sweat, and the men were becoming more vile with the sex acts. My stomach couldn't take it anymore. I let my mind drift from the orgy going on around me. I thought about the room we woke up in. I hope we're brought back there.
The decor and warm colors gave off the illusion of being normal in this incredibly fucked-up situation. I shifted my ass on the table, trying to ease the burning between my legs.
I was pretty sure I was bleeding. It was tough to see with the fucking cage around my face. I checked to make sure no one was looking before I slipped a finger inside, feeling for blood.
I pulled it out, stealing a peek.
The crimson liquid stained my digit.
Not much, but enough to send me into a panic. The last thing I wanted was an infection.
I was satisfied with Juan and Julio's punishment, so I allowed my mind to drift off to Atlas.
God, I needed him. It's only been a day and a half, and I was all set with this shithole.
I pray he finds us before we're sold. It's still hard to believe this is my fucking life.
I glanced at my friend, hoping she was okay.
Becca seemed subdued, sitting with that degrading iron silencer on her head. It showed that we were two nobodies owned by a powerful human trafficker—a savage who didn't have a soul. Julio and Juan's screams were what nightmares were made of, but did I feel bad for them? Not one bit.
Hector's voice bounced off the walls, pulling me from my thoughts. He clapped his hands together, gathering the attention of the naked men in the room.
"Alright!! Time's up. Everyone stop immediately, get dressed and leave, except Juan, Julio, and of course my two new toys."
Fucking dick. I’m not your toy.
I’m Atlas’s toy!
Everyone scrambled and did what they were told. The guards couldn't leave fast enough.
I had a feeling all these men were terrified of their leader.
All he had to do was snap his fingers, and they moved like puppets on a string.
Once the room had cleared, he strode over to where Juan and Julio remained kneeling on the floor, drenched in sweat, their chests heaving, and their eyes soaked with tears.
He crouched beside them and patted their heads like a parent soothing two naughty children—punished but loved.
His voice was almost tender, which surprised me.
"Now, boys, next time I send you on a mission, you'll make sure it is done correctly. You know the rules, and they will never be changed. Not even for you two."
He stood up, walked over to the wall, and grabbed a thick leather belt. He stood behind the two quaking men and brought the strap down hard on each of their asses. His eyes were almost black as he continued striking them.
"You both have failed me!" he screamed. “I had to smooth everything over with the guard you assaulted by wiring twenty thousand American dollars into his account!”
Julio and Juan both let out guttural screams, but stayed perfectly still while Hector beat them, drawing blood.
Becca sobbed quietly behind her mask, and I was clammy all over.
I thought their being raped would be enough, but obviously it wasn't. He turned their bottoms into ground-up hamburger with that damn strap.