Chapter 2
Hours tick by as we all sit in silence. The lone drip from the hose happening every few minutes is the only sound in this cement dungeon.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip .
I move closer to the girl with the black hair on my left; our pinkies touching between the bars give us as much comfort as we can get in a place like this. We all sit here in shocked silence.
A few of the other girls have squatted and used the drain in their cell. They must only give potty breaks in the morning. I had to shit down the drain in my cell an hour ago and I cried when I realised I have no toilet paper.
Do they really expect us to meet their guests with shit between our cheeks?
My thoughts are a mangled mess. The drugs must still be flowing through me. None of us speak or make a scene. What would be the fucking point?
My eyes snap open as the door opens again. I must have dozed off while doing fuck all, as a line of drool strings from my lip to my knee. Looking at the two dickheads, I notice their hands. Each one is holding a small makeup bag, a mirror and a hairbrush.
“Ladies, use the limited resources you have at your disposal, you need to look pretty. Sorry, no curlers or straighteners; can’t trust you savages not to choke us or yourselves with the cord.” Dick head one remarks with a laugh.
I scoff internally. Us! Savages! Maybe they need to look in the mirror. The Dicks split up. Going to the first cell on each side. They pass the bag and a pack of babywipes through the bars to the girls, then set the mirror up on the floor outside the cell.
“3 hours remain until showtime. Be ready with hair and make up in two. Then we will work on the wardrobe, no hogging the mirror, pass them down as you’re done.
Make sure you use the wipes to wash your asses.
Pits, tits, and bits ladies! No stinky holes.
You never know who might want a peek.” Then they head to the door again.
The first two girls waste no time busting into the bags and trying their best. I can tell the products are from a dollar type store. The makeup looks like something you’d give a child to learn with.
They focus on taming their hair and painting their eyes. The rest of us steal glances at each other. Speaking with our eyes and trying to reassure one another. It’s not long until the mirror and bag come to me.
I gasp in horror as a back alley rat looks back at me. Dear God, one day and I look like this! My air dried hair looks like a bird’s nest. My red curly strands have knotted and turned into a puffball.
Picking up the brush, I get two strokes in before ditching that idea and switch to using my fingers. I break up and tame the curls so I get it as presentable as possible.
Next, I focus on my eyes. They look lifeless with the dark bags under them. I pick up the concealer, using it to cover my lids and under eyes. With my fingers, I blend out the thick cream, and it does the job as my one green and one blue eye start to look normal.
I pick up the white glitter eyeshadow and apply it to the corners, then I grab the light brown and smear that to the rest of my lids. Adding a wing of eyeliner on top and mascara to finish my eyes.
I use my hands to warm up a baby wipe before giving myself a whore bath. Passing the mirror to the next cell along with the bag, I retreat to my spot at the back but scoot to the corner so I’m by the black haired girl. We haven’t spoken a word, but yet I trust her.
She has bright green eyes and black hair that reminds me of raven feathers . When I lean on our shared bars, she loops a hand through and grips mine again. She looks to be around my age even though she’s smaller than me.
It doesn’t take long before the last girl finishes and the door slams open once more. This time the dicks are carrying a box each, and they pass a strappy body harness, thong and collar through each cell. Each of us gets a different colour. Of course, the fuckers would put me in red.
“Suit up, we’re running out of time and we still have to hurry you upstairs and snap your pictures!” Dickhead one sing songs in a prominent voice, both of them move to stand by the door.
The others all rush to their feet, pulling the bondage over them and clipping the collars on.
I stand, picking up my outfit, and grab the thong.
I look at it and notice it’s crusty-it’s definitely been worn before-making me gag.
Slowly, and trying to hide my disgust, I slip it on. It hugs my hips being a size too small.
How many STD’s are pressed against my pussy right now?
What am I gonna catch?
Crabs?
Clap?
Syphilis?
Hep C?
Or is it Hep B?
Which one is the sexual one?
Oh God, what about herpes?
Genital warts?
Fuck I’m gonna get a wart on my fucking pussy?
Oh Jesus, it’s stiff.
How long would it have been sitting to get stiff?
How many juices are touching me right now?
Next the straps that are supposed to pass as clothing. It doesn’t have a bra and criss-crosses over my body. I pull the straps over me; they hug my curves and cup my tits. Pushing them up so they rest under my chin. They are already big enough, so being pushed up like this is just too much.
Once I’m wrapped like a pork roast with twine, I place the collar around my neck. Hating myself as I snap it in place. When we are all dressed like prize pigs headed for slaughter, the men move. I notice they now have a long chain each.
They split up, taking a side each, as the first cages are opened. The girls scream and try to back away. The first girl on my side of the room tries to smack the dickhead in the face.
He pulls a taser from his belt and waves it at her face. She starts crying again, but he doesn’t need to say a word to portray his threat. He’s not afraid to use violence.
I’m forced to watch as he grabs her, roughly clipping the chain to her collar. Then he wrenches her hands behind her back and cuffs them in place ignoring her shriek of pain.
It doesn’t take long before we are all standing in two rows outside the cages. There’s five of us on each, chained to a dickhead. The blonde girl, who was in the cell across from me, struggles on her chain, spewing curses at the d icks.
Without warning, dickhead two walks towards her and jabs the taser into her ribs. The rest of us stand in horror as we watch her drop to the ground. The four girls chained to her jolt with the surge.
No sound leaves her lips, but I know she’s screaming. Tears pour down her cheeks as she convulses on the ground. He doesn’t stop until she passes out, then he unclips her from the chain.
“We’ll have to tell the buyers that one girl can’t make it to the auction.” He laughs as he kicks her limp body and a weak groan leaves her lips.
“That’s okay, we can add her to the online red rooms. This batch should give us more than enough.” They both cackle as if they are the funniest motherfuckers around. Dickhead two goes back to the front of his chain.
We follow behind them obediently as we are led through the door. Going up a set of stairs before we meet another locked door. This is not their first rodeo .
The first door was normal, but this one is all steel. Heavy duty like a prison door. No one is getting in without a key.
I won’t be able to run, and I’m glad I didn’t try before. I wouldn’t have gotten far and I don’t want to taste his taser. As we are led through the hallway, I scan my surroundings. The blond's screams are still echoing in my mind. Her pained expression burned into my memory.
Am I next?
Is that what I have to look forward to?
I think we are in a mansion. It doesn’t smell of piss and fear up here; no, it’s roses and cleaners. Fancy art lines the walls. The gleaming dark hardwood floors don’t have a single scuff mark on them. My grimy feet leave prints behind, which I’m sure will be cleaned up quickly.
The walls are brightly lit and painted a light brown colour, with light fixtures positioned every 2 feet. Artwork hangs along the hallway, looking cheery and almost mocking as we march towards our nightmare.
They take us to a small room with two doors. We came through one, and I’m guessing we will be ushered out the second soon. They don’t bother removing the chains or cuffs . My shoulders ache as the angle isn’t comfortable.
Dickhead one heads towards the door after handing his chain off to two. “I’ll send in someone to help guide the cattle and then I have to go get ready and mingle. Snap the photos quickly,” he says firmly before leaving.
I crane my neck to steal a peek before the door closes. I wish I hadn’t. The enormous room beyond mocks me, people dressed in fancy clothing scurrying about.
That isn’t what’s causing the cold sweat to cover my skin. Nope, that would be from the blank white masks the sick buyers are wearing. Just a mask with two eyeholes, nothing else.
Dickhead two snaps me out of my panic as he steps in front of me. It’s a perverted rotted inbred grin shining at me as he places a string over my neck, his bad breath making my eyes water. The string leads to a card with 707 written on it and he holds up a tube.
“I got to paint your pretty lips red. Though it’s a shame, I can’t just gag you on my cock and paint them white.” His gaze drops to my chest as his other hand grabs my tit, squeezing it roughly.
He groans as I hold back a gasp. “Biggest tits we’ve ever had in stock. Such a shame I can’t sample the product. Would be the best titty fuck of my life. Time is money after all,” he shrugs.
In my shocked and disgusted state, I don’t realize when he lifts the taser in front of my eyes. “Hold still, or I’m zapping you. If I mess this up, it’s your fault.”
He puts the taser on his belt, then roughly grabs my cheeks, holding my face to the point of pain as he paints my lips with red lipstick. When he’s done, he holds up a camera.
”Smile, Red." I don’t, and the flash blinds me for a second. He moves on to the next girl. Painting lips and snapping pics.
How many lips touched that stick?
Did the thong girl touch it?
Fuck I’m gonna get herpes on both sets of lips.
Cold sores are herpes right?
When the door opens again, I dare another look, but the beast of a man that comes in blocks my view. The new guy locks eyes with the dickheaded pervert and gives a nod with a grunt. Grabbing the start of the chain that’s holding me. The sick fuck grins as he claps.
“Showtime! Be good and make us lots of money!” He grabs the second chain holding the five girls before heading to the door. I don’t know what lies in store for me. Though I have to hope it won’t be bad. But who the fuck am I trying to fool?
We are fucked.