Don't draw attention unless we want to be next. I swallowed hard, already bracing for the humiliation that was coming our way. There was no escapingit.
The man was beyond evil. The girl's cries were smothered by the pillow. Hector's heavy breathing filled the room, thick and gross. A sharp slap cut through the air, followed by another whimper.
"That's it, bitch, take my cock in your filthy ass."
His groans grew louder with each sickening thrust. I wanted to cover my ears and drown out the sounds, but I knew better. Any movement, any sign of disobedience, and I'd be the next one face down, splayed open and raped. That didn't sound like a good time to me, so I remained silent.
"You're making me cum, you dirty little bitch. Take it all. Don't let any spill, or you will regret it!"
His breathing slowed, followed by a satisfied grunt. Then, that creepy voice again, commanding and ice cold.
"I know you two are awake. Look at me and don't make me ask twice. I want you to enjoy the fucking show."
I turned my head immediately, imagining Becca did the same. I couldn't see her on the other side of the bed. Layla was still kneeling on all fours, ass in the air, trying not to leak any of his filth from her bottom. Hector climbed out of bed, throwing on a pair of boxers. He pointed at her with a sickening smirk on his face.
"See how well she obeys? My little slave knows her place. She'll stay that way until I tell her otherwise. Eventually, you'll both behave just like her."
His words made me tremble.
That smile, that look in his eyes, was something darker than I had ever seen.
"Now for the fun part," he said, grinning. "Who's gonna clean up Layla this morning?"
I heard Becca suck in a breath. God, please don't let her cry again. The last thing we needed was to provoke this lunatic. I kept quiet, even though my stomach twisted in knots. It felt like I had a wad of cotton stuffed in my throat, making it difficult to swallow.
Hector threw his head back, laughing like a madman.
"Why the shock? I warned you last night what this morning would bring. And just for the record, if you hadn't run from my brothers; your training wouldn't be quite so….intense."
He walked toward us and unlocked our cages.
"Out! Both of you. Get to the foot of the bed."
We had no choice but to crawl on our hands and knees. Once free, we knelt, not sure what came next. Neither of us wanted to piss this maniac off. He lowered himself beside us, amusement spreading across his face.
"So tell me…which of you wants to take care of my whore's ass? She's holding my cum, and I bet it's getting really uncomfortable."
He is so disgusting!!!
Neither one of us moved. I've never been with a woman, never stuck my face between anyone's cheeks, and I sure as hell wasn't starting now.
His laugh was full of malice.
"What? No volunteers?"
We shook our heads at the same time. Becca was trembling, her breaths short and fast.
He stood up, adjusting himself in his boxers.
"Alright, I'll flip a coin. The loser cleans her ass, then eats her out until she cums. I don't care if it takes all damn day."
He patted us on our heads like we were two Golden Retrievers, then grabbed a coin from the nightstand.
"Green eyes, you're tails. Crybaby, heads. If it lands on tails, crybaby goes to work. If it's heads, green eyes gets the honor."
The coin spun in the air, landing in his palm. He opened it with a theatrical smirk. It was tails. Becca lost.
She inhaled sharply, resigned to the task. Hector nodded toward Layla, who was still in position, silent and still.
