She gagged as the disgusting stuff slid down her throat. Watching Beck being forced to submit to such a degrading act made me physically ill.
The guy's evil laugh echoed in the cell, making my heart race. I knew we were in for a hell of a ride with these two pieces of shit. He pulled out of Becca's mouth, using one hand to hold the leash and the other to zip up his jeans.
The creep holding my chain laughed, too.
"How was that blow job, Juan? Do you think she will do well when our guests arrive in a few weeks?"
My stomach couldn't handle much more of this. I was ready to vomit again. I swallowed multiple times to keep from puking my guts up. They were going to pass us around like free party favors at some shitty event they were throwing.
Juan smiled and nodded as he yanked on the chain, pulling Becca up to her feet. She almost fell over, but caught herself.
"Yeah, man. She didn't scrape my dick once with those big teeth. She will do fine. The most important thing to the customers is the holes they can slip their dicks in."
Both men started laughing as my stomach sank. They are filthy animals as far as I'm concerned.
My knees were hurting from kneeling on the cold cement. I prayed he would let me up soon. They ached like a bastard.
Becca was trembling and crying. It broke my heart to see her in this state. Maybe she was right. Getting involved with Atlas had gotten us into this mess.
I dismissed the thought because I really didn't know how we got here, but I'd like to find out who the hell the two masked assholes were that delivered us into this living hell.
They could have been from the clubs we hung out in, but I haven't been out in almost four months. I highly doubt one night of being shit-faced and dancing delivered us into this horror show. Juan's annoying voice jolted me back to reality.
"Julio, let's prepare these two before Hector tears us a new asshole."
My trainer laughed while yanking on the goddamn dog chain. His voice was shrill when he spoke.
"Get up on your feet, Chica. Time to clean up."
I glanced quickly towards Beck and Juan. Small whimpers escaped her lips, but there were no more tears. She looked shocked. He pulled the leash, forcing her to stare into his eyes.
A wicked grin spread across his greasy face.
"Strip, whore."
Becca cried again, tears flowing down her cheeks. Her handler looked at her impatiently.
"I don't have time for your fucking whining. Don't make me backhand you again. If my palm connects with your face one more time, I will split your lip open. Move it."
With shaky hands, Becca removed her clothes. First came the sweater. Then the bra, her jeans, and last, her thong. She stood in only her socks and winter boots.
Juan's voice rang through the cell.
"Everything comes off. It's time to get rid of your foul stench. Then both of you will get into the van, and we’ll be on our way to the big boss."
She obeyed his command, slipping off her boots and socks until she stood completely naked, shaking with fear. Now, neither of us had a stitch of clothes on. It's a good thing we were close and have been friends for years. She and I have changed in front of one another plenty of times, so this was the least of our embarrassment.
Julio yanked on my chain, dragging me around the corner into another section of the building.
Becca and Juan followed close behind.
I almost had to jog to keep up with his steps. I was thankful when we finally entered the shower area. My legs were tired as hell. I wasn't sure they would hold me up much longer. I looked around the cruddy place.
It reminded me of a men’s locker room.
There were open stalls with no curtains or doors attached.
I immediately spotted the cameras along the ceiling.
