"Let's go. Get on the bed and clean her up. Start with her ass, then move to her pussy."
Becca's eyes teared up, but she kept quiet.
She climbed onto the bed, stomach down, moving behind Layla's exposed backside.
"On your knees," Hector ordered. "Face in her ass. Spread her wide, slip your tongue in deep and suck it out. Don't waste any of it. Consider this part of your training."
Becca hesitated for a moment, shivered, then obeyed. Once on her knees, Hector jumped beside her and grabbed the back of her head, forcing her face deep between Layla's cheeks.
She gasped, then started licking and sucking. I tried to think of anything else but the sickening act in front of me, my stomach churning, but I kept my face emotionless. Any sign of disgust would bring down his wrath. Layla moaned softly, her hips grinding back against Becca's mouth. Hector held her in place, immobilising her.
I wanted to disappear. If I could've closed my eyes and erased the whole scene, I would've.
Hector released Becca's head.
"Layla, on your back." He commanded.
"You've earned a reward. Let this little bitch finish the job and make you feel good."
Layla flipped over, spreading her legs wide. Hector shoved Beck's face between them.
"Get in there and eat that cunt! Make the whore cum. I don't care if you're down there for days; you're staying there until she gets off."
Becca obeyed, going to town. Layla gripped her head, grinding against her face like she needed the release more than she needed air. Hector came to stand beside me, his cock already out of his undershorts, erect and swollen.
"Suck it!"
Bile rose in my throat. He hadn't even cleaned himself off. There's no way I wanted to taste Layla's ass in my mouth.
I glared up at him, my jaw tight with anger.
"I'd rather be whipped than suck your dick after what you did to her."
He raised an eyebrow. His chuckle was dark and sinister.
"Is that so? Are you defying me again, princess?"
Layla’s moans echoed through the room. I glanced over at the girls. Becca was really going to town between her legs. If she were finding any kind of pleasure in it, I wouldn’t judge. We all had to make it through this hell in whatever way we could.
I understood that all too well. When Atlas first kidnapped me, didn’t I do the same? I clung to the orgasms he gave me like lifelines, because, in the beginning, they were the only moments of pleasure I had.
I swallowed before answering the crazy fuck standing beside me, his cock dangling in my face.
"If my telling you no is defiant, then yes, I am defying you." My heart hammered in my chest as I watched his expression darken. I knew I was fucking toast, but I couldn't help it. There is no way I am sucking his dirty cock. No.Fucking.Way!
Layla's screams interrupted the moment. I looked over where Becca was still nestled between her thighs, giving her everything she had. Layla finally shoved her away, breath ragged, chest heaving.
Hector clapped slowly, impressed.
"Wow! Not bad!"
He turned to Becca, smirking from ear to ear.
"Both of you—off the bed and into the shower. You've earned ten more minutes. In the kitchen, naked, when you're done." The girls bolted to the bathroom without hesitation.
Hector turned back to me. His face was blank, cold.
"Do you see how this works, princess? The bitches obeyed and were rewarded. Layla with an orgasm, and your friend didn't get bitch-slapped for whining. They were given an extra ten minutes to clean up."
