CHAPTER EIGHT
Colt gagged, trying to spit out the pill that had been forced down his throat. Jordan was living on those damn pills walking around with a ten-inch hard-on all day, every day. He didn’t want it. He could get hard on his own and he damn sure didn’t need pills for it.
“What did you give to Everest?” asked the darkened figure. He didn’t need the light to know who it was.
“I gave her the envelope just like I was told,” he said spitting blood on the floor. Another hard kick to his abdomen and he rolled onto his back, gasping for air.
“Lift him up again.”
The metal butcher hook lifted him, his chained arms screaming in pain as his naked body swayed in the dim light. A male hand reached out, stroking his flaccid cock.
“Please. Don’t do this, man.”
“You might enjoy it,” smirked Jordan.
Colt was in so much pain, no amount of stroking would make him hard. Finally giving up, Jordan turned to the woman and pushed her legs apart shoving his thick, hard cock into her with violence.
“You know how I like it,” she whispered to him.
He slapped her ass so hard it made Colt jump. He looked down, closing his eyes. He didn’t need to see this. He knew what the end result would be. Over and over again, in every available opening she had, he abused her body and she took it with a smile.
When he was done, two more women entered the room, stripped and ready for his abuse. He roared like fucking Tarzan and the women giggled. Colt finally passed out, still hanging from the chains above.
“Should we kill him?” asked Jordan, rubbing the woman’s already erect nipples.
“No. Not yet. I need to know for sure if he gave her that document.”
“Whatever you say baby,” he growled. “Now bend over.”
She slapped his face as hard as she could and he grinned down at her.
“You need to remember who is in charge here. You don’t tell me when to bend over or how to bend over. I control this game, not you.”
“It’s not a game, baby,” he said grinding against her abdomen. “I need it. I need it bad.”
“Fine. I’ll bend over this time but next time ask nicely.” She gripped his cock with more strength than she thought possible and he grimaced and moaned at the same time. Enjoying the power, she actually yanked on it hard and he groaned again, enjoying the pain.
Finding all kinds of secret touch points that sent him overboard, she grabbed his balls, twisting and pulling. Instead of deflating him, he only got harder, begging her for more.
Glancing up at the clock, she moaned realizing that they needed to get to the office.
“We have to make this fast,” she said breathlessly. “We have to get to work.”
“What about him?” he said jerking his head toward Colt.
“He’s not going anywhere,” she smiled. “Now. Fuck me.”