Chapter 7
Trafficked
Kitlyn
The two hooligans strapped me and Becca to the exam tables with our knees bent, both of our feet in stirrups, our ankles bound with leather restraints.
Our arms were stretched wide and slapped into thick metal bracelet-type cuffs secured to the top of the table.
My heart pounded in my ears, loud and steady like a drum.
Although the way I was restrained made it difficult to lift my head, I managed to raise it about an inch.
I could see Becca, bound and exposed, across from me; her muffled cries pierced the silence.
Juan stood between my spread thighs, and Julio was standing between Beck's.
Hector sat on his throne in the middle of the room, smiling, watching, eager to command something disgusting and humiliating, I was sure of it.
"Alright, ladies,” Hector breathed.
"Are you ready to begin?" His evil laugh rang through the room, making me shudder.
"Juan and Julio will have thirty minutes to do whatever they want to you both."
Before he could finish his horrendous speech, Becca let out a guttural scream, then burst into violent sobs.
Hector sighed loudly, annoyed by the interruption.
"Julio, fucking gag that bitch, will ya? I don't want to sit here and listen to her whining for the next half hour. In fact, grab two scold's bridles. These cunts are going to learn their place real quick."
What the hell is a scold's bridle???
Julio’s brutal laugh didn’t exactly give me the warm fuzzies. Whatever Hector has planned in his diabolical mind, I doubt it’ll be anything short of hell. I slightly raised my head to see what the fuck he was doing.
He ran across the room, opened the closet door, and grabbed what looked like two metal helmets.
I really couldn't see much from my position.
After throwing one at Juan, Julio walked over to Becca and put the scary-looking contraption over her head.
Instantly, my handler stood beside me, his face twisted into the most evil smile.
I could hear my friend trying to protest, but then she started choking and went silent.
"Let's go, whore." Juan hissed. "Don't make this more complicated than it needs to be. If I have to bash your teeth in, I will, so lift your noggin as high as it will go, and lie still."
When I saw the evil-looking device, I broke out in a cold sweat. It resembled something out of a medieval nightmare: a cage made of metal straps shaped to fit over a human skull—mine and Becca's!!
Juan forced it down over my head, the cold iron scraping my scalp, clamping around my jaw like a vise. The inner plate shoved against my tongue, immobilising it, making it nearly impossible to breathe, let alone scream.
My jaw already ached, and I could taste blood. My heart raced, making me feel faint. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm my anxious body. Not only was it painful, but it was humiliating.
The weight of the cage made it nearly impossible to move my neck. The only thing keeping me from losing my sanity was knowing we only had to endure whatever hell they put us through for thirty minutes. Hector's voice echoed in the dark, cold room, raising goose bumps on the surface of my skin.
"Now that both of your traps are silenced, I will continue explaining what is off limits during our little show.”
I hope Atlas tortures this bastard.
"The guys can only inflict pain on you, princesses. There will be no fucking, and of course, no blow jobs, obviously. You certainly can't suck a cock with that ugly iron over your heads, now can you?"
His evil laugh pissed me off. I wanted to fucking kill the motherfucker, and maybe once Atlas finds us, I will blow his goddamn head off myself! The thought made me happy. Hector's voice droned on.
"Biting, pinching, slapping, the use of a cane, a belt, a paddle, and dildos are allowed.
Blood may be drawn, but not in huge quantities.
Marks will be visible, but the guys must try not to make them permanent.
No one will die. I am here to supervise and make sure things don't get out of hand.
When the men are done, they aren't allowed to relieve their aching nuts on either of you.
Because they failed me and allowed you to escape, these two screwballs will have to pleasure multiple guards, and you ladies may sit up and watch.
This is how things are done around here.
Piss me off, pay the consequences. Ladies, let that be your revenge for what they are about to inflict on you.
" The vicious asshole cleared his throat before continuing with his atrocious plan.
"Once Juan and Julio's time is up with the guards, you will both be moved to another part of the manor. The cages stay on until dinner is ready."
The bastard walked over and stood by my head. He flashed a stopwatch in front of my face. I couldn't move or speak, but I stared him down, hating every ounce of his being.
The dickhead winked at me, then grinned.
"Okay, guys. Ready, set, go!"
As soon as the word go escaped his lips, Juan's mouth was between my legs, licking, sucking, and biting at my clit. There was nothing I could do but lie there and take it. The pain shooting through my lower half was excruciating. I swear he was chewing my sex apart.
All I could do was grunt and lift my torso about an inch from the table in a half ass attempt to get away from him.
After nibbling at the throbbing flesh for about five minutes, he brought his mouth to my thighs, sucking and biting at the tender area. I winced as he traveled higher up my body, his teeth clamping down on my stomach and then my breast.
He latched onto my nipple and bit down hard. A sharp, blinding pain shot through me so fast my vision blurred. My breath caught in my throat, and my body jerked. The searing agony threatened to make me black out. I squeezed my eyes shut as I waited for it to pass.
From across the room, Becca’s choked grunts and hissing breaths told me she was suffering too. Juan finally removed his nasty mouth from my body, then walked to the wall where the whips and belts were displayed in all their treacherous glory.
I had a feeling he was going to brutalize the shit out of me because Hector was going to punish him, too. He warned we would regret running when he found us in the van, and I have to be honest, I fucking regret every minute right now.
He returned with a long, thin cane. Of course, the prop I hated most. He waved it in front of my face, smiling like the twisted fuck he was.
"Be prepared to suffer, whore. It's your fault that the guards will use Julio and me like trash. If I had my way, I'd beat you to death, but that isn't allowed, so I'll still enjoy whipping you with this, instead.”
My eyes widened in sheer terror as he lifted the cane into the air and brought it down full force across my stomach. The blow knocked the wind out of me. The pain was paralyzing.
I gasped, trying to suck in a deep breath. The fucking depressor pushing my tongue back didn't help. I felt like I wasn't getting any oxygen into my lungs. I moaned, trying to hold back the tears. The sick bastard had a sadistic smile plastered across his face. He loved every minute of this shit.
"Oh, little whore, you have no idea how good it felt to get that out of my system."
He lifted his arm multiple times, bringing the cane down repeatedly on my inner thighs. A muffled scream tore from my throat, and my body broke out in a cold sweat. My vision went dark from the searing agony pulsing through my lower half. My eyes welled up; this time, the tears fell.
I tried to lift my middle section from the table, but I couldn’t move at all. My stomach and thighs were on fucking fire!! The iron squeezing my head made it much worse. I couldn't scream, I could barely move, and I couldn't speak. I felt lightheaded, my heart pounding heavily in my chest.
Before I could recover and catch my breath, I felt something being shoved into my body, and it hurt like hell. My sex was as dry as the Sahara Desert. This wasn't Atlas using his caning skills, then pleasuring me. This was a total barbaric monster.
Juan's evil laugh stung my ears.
"Now, I am going to fuck you hard with this dildo. You'd better get used to this type of treatment, whore, because this will be your life from now on. You are here only to please, nothing else.”
I heard Becca whimpering and gasping, but her cries weren't as feral as mine. Although he is still a fucking animal, Julio is the kinder of the two.
While my vagina was being torn apart, Hector came to stand by my head.
He brought his lips to my ear.
"Tell me, green eyes. Do you still feel like a comedienne?" As my tormentor continued to rape me with an impossibly large dildo, I managed to gurgle a weak, "Uh-uh.” Hector's evil eyes twinkled in the rooms glow.
He was enjoying every depraved minute of my torture.
"Okay. Maybe you learned your lesson. Would you like me to have him stop, princess? Clench your left hand for yes; do nothing for no."
Of course, I wanted the creep to stop tearing me apart. I clenched my left hand twice, making sure he caught the signal. He smiled and patted the iron contraption on my head as if I’d just aced some fucked-up initiation ritual. He glanced at Juan, motioning for him to stop.
"It seems the little lady has had enough. End it."
Juan immediately did what he was told, removing the phallus from my vagina. It burned like fucking hell. I groaned behind the metal mask. My stomach and thighs throbbed from the caning, and I am sure I was bleeding internally from the violent assault on my sex.
I was just relieved it was over.
Hector walked away, his voice echoing through the room.
"Your thirty minutes have come and gone. Remove their restraints and sit them up."
Juan unfastened my legs first, then my wrists. I was still lying flat on my back. My body felt like rubber. Thighs splayed open, useless and heavy. I could barely move them.