13. Chapter 12 #2
“Can you fuck ten women into submission in one weekend?” I mean, I knew we were young but I was concerned I wouldn’t be able to jerk off ten times in a weekend. How they were going to manage this, I didn’t know.
Marco shrugged. “Don’t really have a choice. We’ll just have to make sure we’re hydrating and eating a lot to keep up our stamina.”
Sandro pulled into a spot and put the car in park, not turning it off just yet. “Remember, the whole building has cameras. We’ll get out and go straight to the fourth floor to put our shit in one of the apartments. Then, I think we need to get right to it.”
We all gave him a nod of agreement. Sandro turned off the car and the four of us exited at the same time, following our leader silently to the elevator.
“The elevator only goes to the lobby unless you have a special key. It keeps people that aren’t supposed to be here away from the actual operation.
” He put a key in the hole and turned it before pressing the four.
“If anyone ever asked why, we’d say it’s a safety feature for the tenants so that people can’t roam the halls without permission. ”
The apartment we walked into was nice, with two bedrooms. I figured how many beds there were wouldn’t matter since we would probably be downstairs most of the time.
Sandro saw me taking it in and decided to explain. “This apartment is one for people that work here. They’ll stay here when on shift so they’re easily accessible if problems arise.”
We all dropped our bags in a bedroom and headed back down the hall to the elevator in silence. Sandro used his key again and took us to the basement. There were cages lining one wall, and I saw eight women in the cages. A couple of them shared a cage while the others were by themselves.
A guard sat by the door, but stood when we entered. “Mr. Vitale.” He bowed his head to Sandro.
“Alex.” Sandro took a moment to survey the situation. “Tell me, are any of these women more trouble than the others?”
Alex chuckled and nodded. “Yeah. The one in cage three is feisty as fuck. Personally, I think she might not be worth the trouble.”
In cage three was a red haired woman that was probably in her early twenties.
She snarled when we all looked at her. I couldn’t shake the thought that she reminded me of my aunt Silver.
She was the first red headed woman I’d ever met and she was always full of fire. That is, until Caspian broke her.
Sandro nodded. “Then that’s where we’ll start.”
“Boss, a moment please?”
Sandro’s head snapped towards me, his expression not giving anything away, but I could see the question in his eyes.
With a brief nod, he motioned for me to step out in the hallway.
When the door closed, I got close so I could whisper in his ear.
“I think the way to break her may be to strap her down and make her watch the other women being raped.” He flinched at my use of the word, but none of us were delusional enough to think this was anything else.
“Sometimes they care less about what happens to themselves than they do what happens to others.”
I saw his jaw clench as he thought. “We’ll do this my way first, then yours if we need it.”
“Yes, sir.”
We walked back through the door and Sandro gave Elio the order to get the woman. I looked at all the others while he did and felt a little relieved that they all at least appeared to be in their twenties. Part of me expected the sick bastard to have a child here.
The redhead spit at Elio when he pulled her from the cage, then refused to move, dropping her weight so she wasn’t standing, making him pick her up and throw her over his shoulder to take her into the room.
Restraining her was my job, so as soon as he had her on the bed, if you could even call it that as it was a mattress on the floor, the guys held her down while I cuffed her wrists and ankles.
Sandro unbuckled his pants, removing the belt as he spoke.
“Listen, this is going to happen whether you want it to or not. Fighting won’t stop that.
Things will be a lot easier if you would just accept your fate and do as you’re told.
” His pants and boxers hit the floor and he started stroking his cock to get hard.
She spit on him, hitting him right in the face as he knelt on the mattress between her legs.
Marco appeared with a roll of duct tape. “Want me to cover her mouth?”
Sandro nodded and within seconds, her mouth was covered and her only line of defense taken away. Without any further hesitation, he pushed inside of her in one thrust.
“Tucker, get your dick out and get ready for your part. Since you’re marrying into the family, you should be the second one to mark her.”
Sandro didn’t give the woman any time to adjust, just fucking her hard and fast. I knew he just wanted to get this over with. It was going to be a long, soul destroying weekend for us all.
I did as he said, knowing at the pace he was setting, he wasn’t going to last long. That’s not what this round was about. This one was just about asserting his dominance.
My cock didn’t want to cooperate. Seeing this woman with tears streaming down her face as a man forced himself on her wasn’t turning me on. Seeing her naked body didn’t do it either because my mind didn’t want to push past the fact that she was unwilling.
But if I didn’t do my part, Lucian could do terrible things to Ari.
I was just going to have to think of her. Closing my eyes, I thought of the woman I loved down on her knees for me. The way she teased the spot under my head with her tongue before taking all of me to the back of her throat.
That got my dick hard and I started stroking hard and fast, wanting to get to the edge so I could spill over as soon as Sandro was done.
Listening to the sounds of flesh slapping together spurred me on as I imagined those sounds being me and Ari.
Soon, I heard Sandro cuss and I opened my eyes just in time to watch him pull out and move to the head of the bed, spurting his release over the woman's face. When every drop had been spent, his eyes turned to me. “Tuck, same place. Marco, your turn with her pussy.”
I’d been on the edge just seconds before, but seeing the woman that reminded me of my aunt made my balls calm the fuck down again.
My eyes flicked to the camera in the corner of the room, reminding me what was at stake.
Pushing off the wall, my hand still stroking my cock, I went to the head of the mattress and closed my eyes once again, picturing my beautiful fiancée.