Chapter Two #2
This was one of the scenarios Bud had foreseen when he’d talked to Duke and Brain, so he held his hand out in agreement, and Manuel shook it with a smile.
When everything was settled, the guns were moved from the yacht to the boat, and suitcases of money as well as food, water, rum, and tequila were moved from the boat to the yacht — enough supplies to get his men home without the need to stop.
They’d survive with the canned and boxed goods they packed, but nothing could beat freshly slaughtered pig and beef, and his men would feast in a few hours.
Bud’s men looked through the suitcases of cash to be sure the amount was in the right neighborhood two million dollars, and when they zipped everything up without comment, Bud instructed them to put the envelope with the extra ten grand in one of the outside pockets.
If there’d been a problem they’d have said something, so the deal was complete.
“And now it’s time for fun, my friend,” Manuel said as he stood with a huge smile. “I’ve saved four women who need to be punished just for you.”
Bud had turned down offers of a woman to warm his bed when his wife was alive, but had readily accepted the offer when he’d returned eighteen months after burying his soul mate.
However, when he hadn’t been terribly turned on, he’d had to explain his proclivities to Manuel for fear the girl he’d been given for the night would be punished for not pleasing him.
In the years since, the two had bonded over whipping and fucking women who’d earned a punishment.
Some were the kingpin’s employees, others were wives who’d been caught being unfaithful to their husband.
In Manuel’s world, anyone who wrongs someone in his trusted inner circle answers to the kingpin — even if it’s the man’s wife.
Seven people were bound and naked when the trio emerged from the media room. The victims’ wrists were restrained high over their head and their toes barely touched the ground. Three men and four women, because Manuel enjoyed hurting everyone, no matter their gender.
“The blonde on the far right is single,” Manuel told Bud as they chose straps to use on their victims. “If she’s to your liking, we’ll share her when we finish.”
“Her crime?”
“No crime. She wants to prove to me she can hold up under torture. She has a… what do you say? Safeword? She says it, we stop, and she moves away so I never see her face again.” Manuel shrugged. “If she survives, I’ll allow her the territory she’s already been handling.”
Bud sniffed in her direction again. “She’s human.”
“If she endures until morning, I’ll permit Arturo to bite her.”
Drug cartels are known for cutting off limbs to make an example of people, and the other six people’s crimes were minor enough a public whipping would’ve been overkill anywhere else.
The first two men hadn’t met a quota, and the third man had brought attention to himself by screwing a politician’s daughter.
All worked for Manuel and merely needed to be reminded of the rules.
Two of the women had been caught having an affair, and the third woman had talked to a federalé at a bar when drunk.
She hadn’t given anything away, but there were rules against getting cozy with strangers.
Manuel lined them up so he’d whip the first man while Bud lashed and belted the first woman.
“The man standing in front of your bitch with his arms crossed is her husband,” said Arturo. “My guess is she’ll get his belt, too, when she’s finally allowed to go home.”
“How long has she been here?”
“Ten days. Manuel let it be known two weeks ago all public punishments would await your arrival.”
“Does she understand English?” Bud asked her husband.
The man shook his head, and Bud told him, “If you want me to back off, uncross your arms.”
“I won’t want you to.”
“Fair enough.”
Manuel expected Bud to sufficiently punish these women.
It wasn’t a contest to see who could create the most marks, but it was expected the women would wear the evidence of their chastisement for weeks, not days.
Every time Bud’s arm struck with force, his cock pulsed, throbbed, and jerked in his pants.
He rarely had an opportunity to strike this hard, for this long, and he let himself sink into the depravity.
If he weren’t doing this, someone else would, and it’s possible they wouldn’t care about staying away from kidneys and other vital organs.
And the screams were like the added spice, the extra shot of whiskey.
Some women scream high-pitched when the pain is out of control, others drop into a deeper octave.
Either way, the frantic, wild, desperate screams of someone being whipped, belted, caned, or whatever just made Bud want to strike harder and harder.
By the time Bud and Manuel made it through their three people, Bud’s dick was rock hard and throbbing. Beating the hell out of a naked person who needed to learn a lesson just downright did it for him.
Manuel stepped in front of the last girl as Bud moved into position behind her, and Bud grinned at the bloodlust he saw in the other man’s eyes. Could they break this girl and make her say her safeword? Only one way to find out.
Bud had enjoyed punishing the other women, watching their backs, asses, thighs, and tits turn red before bruises formed — but knowing this woman had put herself into this position to prove something made her screams so much sweeter.
They used straps first, but switched to whips and canes before returning to leather straps once again.
She was nearly unconscious when they finally took her — Bud in her ass and Manuel in her pussy — and Bud almost came too fast when she orgasmed practically right off the bat.
They fucked her for nearly an hour, and the little bitch came so many times Bud lost count. When they finished with her, Arturo and two helpers gently let her down, and Arturo carried her from the room cradled to his chest.
“Someone else will escort you home. Arturo will bite her as the sun rises, and she’ll be his responsibility until she can handle herself.”
“Anyone who can make it through what we gave her without safewording will be able to handle their animal without a problem.”
“Yes. One of the reasons for the test.”
“You put your men through that kind of test? Or just the women?”
“Depends on the man, but everyone is tested until they pass out or come close. You’ll find a sweet little thing who enjoys being spanked warming your bed.
If you prefer to sleep alone she’s fine on the floor.
She’s especially skilled at blow jobs, so you’ll likely want to keep her around until morning. ”