We climbed onto the bed in silence. I lay on my back and spread my thighs. Layla moved between my legs on all fours, visibly shaking.
Hector stepped behind her, slicking himself with lube, then slapped the slippery stuff between her cheeks.
My stomach churned with acid as he spoke again.
"Spread your pussy lips, green eyes. I want her to have full access to your pretty cunt."
I hadn't showered since yesterday. I felt embarrassed. Even though it shouldn't matter because of the predicament we are all in, I always took great pride in my appearance and hygiene. I obeyed, pulling my lips open, exposingmy clit. After what Layla shared with me, I prayed she could complete the task so he wouldn't destroy her.
She whimpered the second he shoved into her.
No warning, no pause to adjust. Just brutal force.
He pushed her face into my sex, his voice deep and cruel. "Fucking enjoy!!! You better make her scream, or else, bitch."
She cried out against my skin as he shoved her face in deeper. I felt her warm tongue slide across my flesh, unrelenting and precise. Her head moved in sync with Hector's thrusts, but she never slipped.
I assumed she was used to this hell. I closed my eyes and tried to let the sensations take over.
Her tongue worked over the throbbing nub between my legs, sucking, nibbling, flicking; until I felt like I was floating.
I forced myself to drown out Hector's grunts and the wet slap of skin against skin as he pounded her from behind.
He was a ruthless monster.
I drifted off, imagining it was Atlas between my thighs. That it was his tongue gliding over my clit, giving me pleasure, not hers. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't hold on to the fantasy. It just wasn't him, so I surrendered to reality.
A woman was going down on me while being brutalized by a sick psychopath, and I had no other choice but to accept my current predicament. I had to relax and deal with it. I took a deep breath and allowed myself to float, and float I did.
My breathing grew heavier. My heart thudded in my chest; butterflies fluttered in my stomach. No longer feeling self-conscious about my lack of cleanliness, I began to grind against her mouth as she sucked and nibbled my clit.
I chased the orgasm shamelessly. Two slim fingers slid inside me, curling with just enough pressure to make my hips jerk. The climax built deep and fast, tightening in my core until I couldn't hold back. I grabbed her head, needing more. Wanting it. I slammed my hips into her mouth. I couldn't help myself. It felt good—too good. The rest of my world was agony, but this? This moment was pure pleasure.
Hector made all our lives a living hell, but he couldn't take this from me. My eyes rolled back as I shoved my lower half against her lips. Her tongue flicked the little knot between my thighs until I saw stars. I screamed as my back arched and my hips lifted from the bed.
She clung to me, her grip desperate, riding out the tremors as I splintered into a thousand pieces. I tried to push her away, feeling overwhelmed, but Hector's voice cut through the fog like a sharp knife, bringing me back to reality.
"No! Keep going," he ordered as he pumped into her bottom, his breath ragged and heavy.
Another slap cracked through the room, followed by Layla's loud gasp. "Do it, bitch. Eat that fucking cunt like it's the best meal you ever had."
Layla dove back in, slurping and lapping relentlessly against my oversensitive flesh. The pleasure twisted intosomething sharp. Unbearable. I wasn't sure I could cum again, but then her mouth closed around my clit, sucking and tugging, until my body heated once more.
I let go, trembling, my breath catching in my throat as I came a second time. My vision blurred at the intensity of the orgasm, sucking the oxygen from my lungs. I was panting, trying to catch my breath. It was too much.
"Oh God,no more!!!!"
I yelled, trying to squirm away.
Hector was still thrusting into her backside, grunting like the filthy pig he was.
"Again!" he growled.
Tears spilled down my cheeks.
"Please, please, stop. I can't take it!" I begged.
I could hear the smirk in his voice, the sick satisfaction as he continued brutalizing Layla.
