Chapter 11
Trafficked
Kitlyn
I woke up to soft cries and muffled groans. Hector's voice hung in the air like a thick fog.
"You know, once I get a taste of that ass, I want more. Lay your head down and stop your fucking crying or I'll make it really hurt."
Shit! Not again!
I didn't move. Didn't blink. My body stayed frozen under the thin blanket. If Becca were awake, she didn't let on. We both knew the rules at this point. Stay quiet and invisible.
Don't draw attention unless we want to be next. I swallowed hard, already bracing for the humiliation that was coming our way. There was no escaping it.
The man was beyond evil. The girl's cries were smothered by the pillow. Hector's heavy breathing filled the room, thick and gross. A sharp slap cut through the air, followed by another whimper.
"That's it, bitch, take my cock in your filthy ass."
His groans grew louder with each sickening thrust. I wanted to cover my ears and drown out the sounds, but I knew better. Any movement, any sign of disobedience, and I'd be the next one face down, splayed open and raped. That didn't sound like a good time to me, so I remained silent.
"You're making me cum, you dirty little bitch. Take it all. Don't let any spill, or you will regret it!"
His breathing slowed, followed by a satisfied grunt. Then, that creepy voice again, commanding and ice cold.
"I know you two are awake. Look at me and don't make me ask twice. I want you to enjoy the fucking show."
I turned my head immediately, imagining Becca did the same.
I couldn't see her on the other side of the bed.
Layla was still kneeling on all fours, ass in the air, trying not to leak any of his filth from her bottom.
Hector climbed out of bed, throwing on a pair of boxers.
He pointed at her with a sickening smirk on his face.
"See how well she obeys? My little slave knows her place. She'll stay that way until I tell her otherwise. Eventually, you'll both behave just like her."
His words made me tremble.
That smile, that look in his eyes, was something darker than I had ever seen.
"Now for the fun part," he said, grinning. "Who's gonna clean up Layla this morning?"
I heard Becca suck in a breath. God, please don't let her cry again. The last thing we needed was to provoke this lunatic. I kept quiet, even though my stomach twisted in knots. It felt like I had a wad of cotton stuffed in my throat, making it difficult to swallow.
Hector threw his head back, laughing like a madman.
"Why the shock? I warned you last night what this morning would bring. And just for the record, if you hadn't run from my brothers; your training wouldn't be quite so….intense."
He walked toward us and unlocked our cages.
"Out! Both of you. Get to the foot of the bed."
We had no choice but to crawl on our hands and knees. Once free, we knelt, not sure what came next. Neither of us wanted to piss this maniac off. He lowered himself beside us, amusement spreading across his face.
"So tell me…which of you wants to take care of my whore's ass? She's holding my cum, and I bet it's getting really uncomfortable."
He is so disgusting!!!
Neither one of us moved. I've never been with a woman, never stuck my face between anyone's cheeks, and I sure as hell wasn't starting now.
His laugh was full of malice.
"What? No volunteers?"
We shook our heads at the same time. Becca was trembling, her breaths short and fast.
He stood up, adjusting himself in his boxers.
"Alright, I'll flip a coin. The loser cleans her ass, then eats her out until she cums. I don't care if it takes all damn day."
He patted us on our heads like we were two Golden Retrievers, then grabbed a coin from the nightstand.
"Green eyes, you're tails. Crybaby, heads. If it lands on tails, crybaby goes to work. If it's heads, green eyes gets the honor."
The coin spun in the air, landing in his palm. He opened it with a theatrical smirk. It was tails. Becca lost.
She inhaled sharply, resigned to the task. Hector nodded toward Layla, who was still in position, silent and still.
"Let's go. Get on the bed and clean her up. Start with her ass, then move to her pussy."
Becca's eyes teared up, but she kept quiet.
She climbed onto the bed, stomach down, moving behind Layla's exposed backside.
"On your knees," Hector ordered. "Face in her ass. Spread her wide, slip your tongue in deep and suck it out. Don't waste any of it. Consider this part of your training."
Becca hesitated for a moment, shivered, then obeyed. Once on her knees, Hector jumped beside her and grabbed the back of her head, forcing her face deep between Layla's cheeks.
She gasped, then started licking and sucking.
I tried to think of anything else but the sickening act in front of me, my stomach churning, but I kept my face emotionless.
Any sign of disgust would bring down his wrath.
Layla moaned softly, her hips grinding back against Becca's mouth.
Hector held her in place, immobilising her.
I wanted to disappear. If I could've closed my eyes and erased the whole scene, I would've.
Hector released Becca's head.
"Layla, on your back." He commanded.
"You've earned a reward. Let this little bitch finish the job and make you feel good."
Layla flipped over, spreading her legs wide. Hector shoved Beck's face between them.
"Get in there and eat that cunt! Make the whore cum. I don't care if you're down there for days; you're staying there until she gets off."
Becca obeyed, going to town. Layla gripped her head, grinding against her face like she needed the release more than she needed air. Hector came to stand beside me, his cock already out of his undershorts, erect and swollen.
"Suck it!"
Bile rose in my throat. He hadn't even cleaned himself off. There's no way I wanted to taste Layla's ass in my mouth.
I glared up at him, my jaw tight with anger.
"I'd rather be whipped than suck your dick after what you did to her."
He raised an eyebrow. His chuckle was dark and sinister.
"Is that so? Are you defying me again, princess?"
Layla’s moans echoed through the room. I glanced over at the girls. Becca was really going to town between her legs. If she were finding any kind of pleasure in it, I wouldn’t judge. We all had to make it through this hell in whatever way we could.
I understood that all too well. When Atlas first kidnapped me, didn’t I do the same? I clung to the orgasms he gave me like lifelines, because, in the beginning, they were the only moments of pleasure I had.
I swallowed before answering the crazy fuck standing beside me, his cock dangling in my face.
"If my telling you no is defiant, then yes, I am defying you." My heart hammered in my chest as I watched his expression darken. I knew I was fucking toast, but I couldn't help it. There is no way I am sucking his dirty cock. No.Fucking.Way!
Layla's screams interrupted the moment. I looked over where Becca was still nestled between her thighs, giving her everything she had. Layla finally shoved her away, breath ragged, chest heaving.
Hector clapped slowly, impressed.
"Wow! Not bad!"
He turned to Becca, smirking from ear to ear.
"Both of you—off the bed and into the shower. You've earned ten more minutes. In the kitchen, naked, when you're done." The girls bolted to the bathroom without hesitation.
Hector turned back to me. His face was blank, cold.
"Do you see how this works, princess? The bitches obeyed and were rewarded. Layla with an orgasm, and your friend didn't get bitch-slapped for whining. They were given an extra ten minutes to clean up."
His stare became darker.
“So tell me,” he sneered, “what do you think your reward will be?”
I swallowed hard, a shiver crawling down my spine.
“I don’t think I’m getting a reward,” I muttered. “So I plead the Fifth.”
He smirked coldly before wrapping his fist in my hair and yanking me to my feet. I winced, pain shooting across my scalp. I was already in trouble, so I held nothing back.
“Ouch! You fucking rotten bastard! Let me go!”
His laugh was low, and evil as he dragged me toward the bed. I twisted, clawing at the hand tangled in my hair, thrashing my body to break free.
“You like it rough, huh, princess?”
Before I could throw a comeback, he hauled off and smacked me across the mouth. My vision blurred, ears rang, and my lips throbbed.
“Bend over the fucking bed. Now!!!! I’ve had it with you!”
I staggered, still lightheaded from the blow, but I could feel the rage burning behind my dazed eyes.
I leaned over the bed, but not without a fight.
Struggling, I tried to wriggle away, but it was useless.
He wrapped his hand around my windpipe just above my collar, squeezing until I almost passed out.
I was gasping and panting. He finally let go before I saw black.
I was choking and trying to gulp air into my lungs.
Before I got my bearings, I felt the sting of a belt across my bottom.
I screamed, not expecting the brutal blow.
"Hold on to the post, you little bitch. If you keep up your shit, I will beat you within an inch of your life!"
I was still dazed and confused as the strap came down repeatedly on my sore ass. I tried to zone out and float, but I couldn't this time. The tears pricked my eyes as I cried out every time he whacked me. He held nothing back.
Whack, whack, whack, whack.
I finally begged him to stop.
"Please, please…I've had enough. Please stop! You're killing me!"
His voice was icy, uncaring and pure evil.
"From now on, you will not challenge my authority because the next time, I will break both of your legs. You may be worth some money, but I'll be damned if I will put up with anymore of your shit."
He continued swinging the belt until I collapsed. I couldn't hold on to the bedpost any longer.
I was a shattered mess, left sobbing in a heap on the floor.