"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.
