The CIA Shit #3
She reached up to try to pry his arm from her face, but it was useless. She tried to kick with her legs, however he had pushed her tight against the mirror behind her, his hips grinding against her, his cock hard and punishing.
Suddenly, he pulled back. “Cesar! Hold her!”
Oh shit. How had she missed the man coming into the chamber behind Guillermo?
This was not good. Had it only been Guillermo, she might have considered submitting, just to get it over with.
After all, she’d been having sex with him for years.
But if Cesar was there, she wouldn’t be coming out of this just bruised and feeling used.
She’d be dead. Hell, that man might kill her first, then fuck her.
Guillermo’s second grinned evilly from his position behind his boss, then swung around the side of him to grab her around the waist. In the process, he pinned her arms to her sides.
Try as she might to kick back at him, she couldn’t gain enough momentum.
While she connected with his shins, she wasn’t nearly forceful enough to hurt him into letting go.
Even with all the background noise in the labyrinth, she heard a slithering sound, then the chink of metal as it hit the floor. She knew what that sound meant. She’d been on the other end of that belt before, and she almost wished he would beat her with it instead.
The next thing she knew, Cesar had her front forced against the mirrored wall, her cheek smashed against her reflection. More blood flowed into her mouth, the metallic tang flooding her taste buds.
Guillermo had a hold of her hands and quickly bound them tightly with his belt at the small of her back. His hands grabbed around her waist, tearing at her jeans, yanking them and her underwear down her legs to around her knees, making it impossible to move.
He liked it when women fought him. He thrived off their fear.
Right then and there, she vowed that no matter what he did, she wouldn’t whimper.
She wouldn’t cry. Not when he pressed up tight against her.
Not when he bared his cock and slid it up and down between her ass cheeks.
Not when he licked the side of her face turned toward him, his wet, slobbering tongue leaving a trail of saliva along the skin like the slime trail of a slug.
“I don’t know why you’re struggling, corazón. This isn’t something we haven’t done before. You even enjoyed it.”
“I was acting, you shit-gibbon.”
“I may not have known your real name or your history, but I know your soul. You loved all of it, even as you hated it. You played the whore very well for your country.”
With that final taunt, he managed to reach around and thrust his hand between her legs and into her vagina. Barely managing to hold back the scream barreling up from within her lungs, she clamped her legs as tightly together as she could, hoping to keep his invasion to a minimum.
“Let me in!” he growled.
“Never,” she promised.
“Cesar!”
A click sounded directly next to her ear—the hammer pulling back on Cesar’s gun. Then the hard metal was pressed against the back of her head. Instantly, she stilled.
Guillermo’s laugh burrowed deep into her mind.
His breath was hot in her ear. “That’s right.
Not so brave now, are you? Can you guess what I’m going to do to you now?
” He jammed his hand up higher inside her body, bruising her inside and out.
“I’m going to fuck this cunt until it bleeds.
Then I’m going to fuck your ass. Tear it up so raw you’ll scream for mercy.
Then, I’m going to fuck your mouth, and as I come down your throat, I’m going to blow your fucking brains out for your precious lover boy to find.
Broken, bleeding, and full of my cum. Used like the puta you are. ”
His words were no sooner out of his mouth when she heard the grinding of the panel gears begin, and the wall she was pressed against began to turn toward Guillermo.
He didn’t react fast enough, and Cesar wasn’t prepared to catch her body, so she fell between the two panels.
As soon as she hit the floor, she instinctively pulled her legs close to her body and rolled toward the inside of the now-opened corridor.
Before either man could lunge at her, the panels turned and closed behind her.
Glennon indulged in a single sobbing gasp for air.
Pulling her knees up tight to her chest, she was able to stretch her bound hands around her ass, over her feet, and bring them in front of her.
She rose to her feet. After she pulled her pants up around her waist, she took off down the passage to her left, hopefully away from Guillermo and Cesar.
Unfortunately, luck was not with her, and the moment she’d taken to put herself back together cost her valuable time.
Immediately, the walls shifted again, allowing the men to pass into the same corridor as her.
The end of the hall she was in suddenly slammed shut as the panel in front of her sealed the hallway closed.
She was stuck in the box from the other night. In sixty seconds, the walls would move again, but by then, it wouldn’t matter. Sixty seconds was an eternity.