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Jackson, where are you?
“Get up before I stick my thick cock down your throat.” The man says from above me, his heavy accent making it almost impossible to understand him.
I get up, my limbs shaking out of fear and shock. I’m growing numb, and it seems almost impossible to escape these hulking animals.
I’m not fast enough, because he grabs onto my hair in a messy fist and yanks quickly. I let out a cry as I feel my hairs pop out of my scalp one by one.
“You’ve got a feisty one, Miguel. This one is like a dead fish.” He laughs, palming her breasts openly.
“Sí, but you can probably stick it in her el coño without a fight. I think this one would bite my head off.” He laughs, sliding his hands down my stomach and around my waist. He produced an old bar of soap out of nowhere, and he starts lathering my skin roughly.
“Eh, Jefe says not to fuck las putas before they get to the compound.” He turns to Daniella and slides his hand around her ass, giving it an aggressive squeeze before his fingers disappear between her legs. “But he never said anything about using el dedos.” His hand moves, and Daniella’s eyes widen before she lets out a whimper, curling her head forward. I watch as her shoulders shake, and the man lathering her up with one hand grunts out in pleasure as his other hand goes to work between her legs. Fear makes swallowing impossible, and I’m barely able to breathe when Miguel turns towards me.
“No.” I murmur, bringing my hands up to block his hands. I walk backwards, only getting two steps before my back hits the wall. I refuse to get defiled in this room. I refuse to give this man any part of myself that doesn’t belong to him.
“Your tits are amazing. I’m going to come all over them and you will love every single second of it.” I don’t know what he means, but by the way his eyes darken as he stalks towards me is not good.
He pulls me towards him, and then I’m underneath the now warm spray and his fingers are digging into my ass, pulling and spreading my cheeks with his huge paw hands. I bring my hands up and shove him away. He doesn’t move, not even an inch, but the puff of air that fumes out of his nose gives away his annoyance. He grabs me by the back of my neck, turning me around and bending me over so my eye lines up with the shower handle.
“You so much as move and I shove you forward and this handle goes straight into your brain. I will tell Jefe you did it to yourself. You fucking puta, thinking you can fucking shove me.” He shakes his head and clicks his tongue. I can feel his fat fingers trail down my back towards my ass, his fingers sliding between my crack and then sliding into my sex. I wince as pain takes hold. I’m in no way, shape, or form ready for the intrusion. It hurts, and I start to clench up until his free hand squeezes around my neck. I have to force myself from tensing up. I turn my head, looking over at Daniella and seeing the man in front of her slapping her face with his cock. I have to close my eyes and turn my head. I’d rather look at the wall instead of watching her get defiled like that. It’s too much.
My body rocks as he fucks me roughly, and I have to swallow down each whimper of pain as I stare at the foggy shower head in front of me. Maybe I should shove forward and end this. Maybe this is where my story ends.
The water starts running cold again, and I shake as he withdraws his fingers. He walks around to my front, keeping his hand around my neck. He brings his other hand up to his nose, sniffing and sticking it into his mouth with a heavy grunt. I almost gag, squeezing my eyes shut painfully so.
Absolutely disgusting.
When I hear the clank in front of me, my eyes shoot open to see him undoing his belt. “I bet you really would bite my cock off, would you not?” He laughs. “Don’t worry, I will fuck my hand and spill my seed all over those huge tits.”
He pulls out his member, and I have to literally swallow down the vomit this time. The ugly thing, swollen and ready to burst at any moment. The scent of sweat and bad deeds swirls in with the shower and I have to plug my nose and breathe through my mouth. I close my eyes, focusing on my breathing and I listen to him beat himself off. Every so often I feel it slap against my tits. I bite down on my tongue, letting the blood fill my mouth. I need the pain. If I don’t have the pain, I will scream. If I scream, I think that will be my last breath.
His breathing picks up, and then he makes a choking sound moments before I feel ropes of semen fall onto my breasts. I let my teeth sink into my tongue harder until I can feel as it punctures through several layers of muscle.
I keep my eyes closed as I listen to him tuck himself back into his pants. The soap runs over my body again quickly, barely hitting even half of my body before the shower creaks off. I crack open my eyes as he drags me away from shower room, back over to my chains. He drops me to the ground, and I fall into a painful pile. He makes quick work, securing my ankles back into chains before walking off, leaving me naked and cold.
He walks to the door, grabbing a paper bag that was hidden on the stairs before walking back to me. “Get dressed. We leave tomorrow and we couldn’t have you both smelling like shit.” He tosses a piece of fabric at my face. He walks over to Daniella, who is already shackled up and curled into a naked ball on the corner. “You too.”
He crumples the bag up in his hand, walking to the door without another word. The other guy, who I never learned the name of, flicks off the light, leaving us in darkness and silence. I listen as the door groans shut, and the loud slap of the lock securing in place.
I don’t hear anything from Daniella besides a few sniffles. Once again, we’re left in darkness. I can’t see her, but I can only imagine how she looks right now.
The clothes in my hand looks like a potato sack. An itchy garment that will cover me just over my ass, leaving the rest of me on display. I drop the ugly piece of clothing, crawling forward, listening to my knees and palms slap on the concrete as I make my way over to the bucket. I have to reach my hand and feel for it, but once I find the plastic bin, I pull it forward and stick my head into it, expelling only bile that’s been festering in my stomach ever since those men came into the room.
