Chapter 13 #2
I gave him all I had. My head bobbed up and down while I massaged his nuts at the same time. Drool escaped from the corners of my lips, but I didn't care. I just wanted him to hurry so I could get this over with, and I could eat. This would be the best blowjob I ever gave anyone.
His cruel methods were working on both Becca and me. He had her submitting to the strap and God knows what else she endures during the day in that dungeon of hell, and I was on my knees sucking his fucking dick.
His grunts filled the room.
"Oh, princess, I am going to blow my load down your throat. Take it all. Don't spill a drop, or that oatmeal is your dinner for two more weeks."
I obeyed, slurping and drooling while he pumped into my mouth. He grabbed my head roughly, thrusting deeply. I gagged and choked while gasping for air, but I didn't break rhythm. He brutally fucked my tonsils, holding my head still while he emptied into my throat.
It felt like I was gonna hurl, but I swallowed every bit of his nasty release. I sat back on my heels, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I couldn't wait to drink some water to get rid of the bitter taste of him.
He zipped up and smiled, mean and cruel.
"There," he said. I just fed you plenty of protein for the night. What do you say to me for allowing you to suck my cock, princess?"
My heart sank. He wasn't going to give me anything to eat. Tears pricked at the back of my eyes, but I didn't let them fall.
My lips trembled as I lowered my eyes to the floor.
I felt dejected, embarrassed and broken. I took a deep breath before speaking.
"Thank you for letting me suck your cock." I said, clenching my fists at my side.
He adjusted himself, smiling.
"Well, since you thanked me so nicely." He grabbed some turkey from the plate and dangled it in front of me, like I was a dog begging for scraps, and I was! I automatically opened my mouth, and he dropped it in with a huge smirk on his face.
"That's a good girl right there." He said, patting me on the head.
I chewed slowly, barely getting past the shame burning my cheeks.
But God, it was everything. One bite of turkey, and it felt like I hit the lottery.
He scooped up a spoonful of potatoes, and I opened my mouth immediately, savoring every bit of the creamy stuff. I closed my eyes and moaned.
He laughed cruelly while scooping another spoonful, adding a bit of turkey to it. Again, I opened my mouth like a little baby bird being fed in its nest.
His voice was smooth, with a hint of sarcasm in it.
"See, princess. All you have to do is behave, and you can enjoy all the great food my chef makes for us every night."
My face was hot with embarrassment, but I didn't care. Even though it was very little, it was worth it to taste actual food again. He stood up and clapped his hands.
"Enough, green eyes. As long as you don't cause any trouble tonight, you will earn some bacon and eggs in the morning."
My heart thumped with joy. Bacon and fucking eggs!
! Good God, I couldn't wait. My stomach was still growling, but I ignored it.
At least I was back on track to eating actual food.
I was all over the map. One minute I was ecstatic about bacon and eggs, then the next minute I felt like a piece of shit for letting him win.
Tears stung my eyes in disgust. I can't believe I stooped so low as to suck him off for a few morsels.
I felt sick to my stomach at the same time. The motherfucker broke me. All within a month of captivity. I didn't have an ounce of self respect left in my body.
I blinked back the tears, refusing to let him see how close I was to curling up into the fetal position and sobbing.
Atlas flashed through my mind. Missing him has become my full-time job.
The hurt cuts deep. I wonder if he is close to rescuing us from this hellish prison yet.
I prayed every day to God, begging him to lead Atlas to us.
After dinner, the demon stood and snapped his fingers.
'Layla, come."
She rose from her chair immediately and followed him toward the bedroom. He paused and looked back at Becca.
"You too."
Becca glanced at me for half a second; a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. There was nothing left in her eyes. No resistance, no fire. She stood and followed them. I waited, knowing better than to move. I wasn’t about to screw up my one shot at earning my reward.
Not after weeks of just oatmeal and broth.
I couldn’t believe this was my very existence.
A girl who sucked a man’s dick just for turkey and potatoes. Someone who got on her knees and prayed for table scraps—tiny bites of food and crumbs of mercy.
And the worst part?
I was starting to accept it.
Ten minutes later, Hector beckoned me to join the three of them in the bedroom.
"Green eyes, crawl to me. It's time for bed."
Sighing heavily, I rose from my chair, dropping on all fours. Clenching my lips together, my face twisted in a frown, I did as I was told. I was so fucking frustrated. I hated this man, and what my life had become.
What our lives had become.
I crawled over to my cage, its door already open, waiting for me to park my ass inside.
Hector's voice rang through the room.
"Princess, once Layla is done getting your little friend off, she is going to spend the night with you in your crate."
His deviant laugh made my stomach twist as he continued.
"I want her to bury her tongue in your pussy, and I better hear you scream when you cum. You deserve a reward, and I want you to enjoy it."
My eyes watered, and silent teardrops fell as I entered the cage. I've never been with a woman before, and I was not interested in having one go down on me now. I lay on my side and curled into a ball.
All I got for my good behavior tonight was a belly full of cum, two bites of turkey and potatoes, and a woman who was going to perform oral sex on me under Hector's watchful eye.
The only noise I heard was the bed creaking and Becca's moans as Layla brought her to orgasm.
I closed my eyes and bit down on my lip until I tasted blood, trying to drown out the sounds of my best friend being violated. It almost sounded like she was enjoying it—but I knew better. She hadn’t really consented.
Becca was just following orders.
We all were.
I was going to let Layla get me off too, because I had no choice. Survival made monsters out of all of us. We did what we had to just to make it through the day.
Through the hour.
Through the minutes.
Soon, we’d be sold. Shipped off to new owners like livestock.
I still didn’t know exactly what Hector had planned for me, but I was certain about one thing; he was going to sell Becca, and that scared the absolute shit out of me.
I didn't want to think anymore, so I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to drift off.
I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep.
My lids grew heavy, and the last thing I heard before nodding off was Becca's screams as Layla sent her over the edge.