The pig was groaning in pain, while the other guy blasted his tonsils with his filthy cock. Luckily, the cage around my face hid my glee. Even though my tongue was pushed back, I could still manage a small smile. Both of the fucking bastards deserved every bit of torture that they were forced to endure.
I stole a glance at Becca. I couldn’t see her eyes, but the way her hand hovered over the iron strapped to her mouth made it clear she couldn’t believe what she was seeing either. It looked like a massive orgy was taking place around us.
The entire room turned into chaos. Not only were the guards fucking Juan and Julio, but they started in on each other. Two of them were going at it right next to where Juan was being fucked by three new guys.
One guard pulled his dick out of another's ass and forced Juan to suck him off. It was some freaky shit.
Becca and I had no choice but to watch the depravity in front of us. After about ten minutes, I had my fill. I wanted it to be over with so we could get out of here.
It smelled like pungent sweat, and the men were becoming more vile with the sex acts. My stomach couldn't take it anymore. I let my mind drift from the orgy going on around me. I thought about the room we woke up in. I hope we're brought back there.
The decor and warm colors gave off the illusion of being normal in this incredibly fucked-up situation. I shifted my ass on the table, trying to ease the burning between my legs.
I was pretty sure I was bleeding. It was tough to see with the fucking cage around my face. I checked to make sure no one was looking before I slipped a finger inside, feeling for blood.
I pulled it out, stealing a peek.
The crimson liquid stained my digit.
Not much, but enough to send me into a panic. The last thing I wanted was an infection.
I was satisfied with Juan and Julio's punishment, so I allowed my mind to drift off to Atlas. God, I needed him. It's only been a day and a half, and I was all set with this shithole. I pray he finds us before we're sold. It's still hard to believe this is my fucking life. I glanced at my friend, hoping she was okay.
Becca seemed subdued, sitting with that degrading iron silencer on her head. It showed that we were two nobodies owned by a powerful human trafficker—a savage who didn't have a soul. Julio and Juan's screams were what nightmares were made of, but did I feel bad for them? Not one bit.
Hector's voice bounced off the walls, pulling me from my thoughts. He clapped his hands together, gathering the attention of the naked men in the room.
"Alright!! Time's up. Everyone stop immediately, get dressed and leave, except Juan, Julio, and of course my two new toys."
Fucking dick. I’m not your toy.
I’m Atlas’s toy!
Everyone scrambled and did what they were told. The guards couldn't leave fast enough.
I had a feeling all these men were terrified of their leader.
All he had to do was snap his fingers, and they moved like puppets on a string.
Once the room had cleared, he strode over to where Juan and Julio remained kneeling on the floor, drenchedin sweat, their chests heaving, and their eyes soaked with tears.
He crouched beside them and patted their heads like a parent soothing two naughty children—punished but loved.
His voice was almost tender, which surprised me.
"Now, boys, next time I send you on a mission, you'll make sure it is done correctly. You know the rules, and they will never be changed. Not even for you two."
He stood up, walked over to the wall, and grabbed a thick leather belt. He stood behind the two quaking men and brought the strap down hard on each of their asses. His eyes were almost black as he continued striking them.
"You both have failed me!" he screamed. “I had to smooth everything over with the guard you assaulted by wiring twenty thousand American dollars into his account!”
Julio and Juan both let out guttural screams, but stayed perfectly still while Hector beat them, drawing blood. Becca sobbed quietly behind her mask, and I was clammy all over. I thought their being raped would be enough, but obviously it wasn't. He turned their bottoms into ground-up hamburger with that damn strap.
He finally stopped after the men collapsed onto the floor, bawling their eyes out while dry heaving at the same time. I remember thinking I would love to see him shred Juan's ass back at the facility, and after watching the brutal punishment, I felt the same. No mercy for them, because I know they would never sympathize with us. Hectorthrew the belt to the floor, then bent over and tenderly kissed the tops of their heads.
This guy was definitely a fucking nutcase."
His voice was gentle. Almost soothing.
