and without a clear sight of what I was doing, I feared that I might in fact be doing nothing. After another thirty or more minutes of fidgeting, however, something gave way and the coil now flexed easily, another few minutes and I felt confident that it would give. My heart was racing now, the potential to get the upper hand was literally at my fingertips. To my dismay the metal wouldn’t give soon enough, because voices from the hall were quickly approaching, and I knew that it was me they were coming for. Even as they opened the bars and harassed me to get up and present myself, my hand kept working. If I could just break it free! But it was too late, and I pulled my hand from the hole and played the role of the broken woman as they pulled the sheet off of me. It was the tattooed man from the shower, and this time, he had brought another man with him.
“Well get up girl and show Pedro what you have to offer.” My stomach knotted tightly as I took in the sight of Pedro. His face was leathered and covered in thick scruff. His hair long and dark and unkempt. His body was muscular but even the dark Hispanic skin tone didn’t hide the scarred tracks that followed the veins of his arms. I shuddered in disgust as he drew his fingertips to his mouth and tongued the space between his index and middle finger. “Yeah Chico,” Pedro said as he handed over a wad of cash, “she will do just fine. I'm gonna git it, yeah.”
I cringed as they finalized the payment for my services, crawling back against the wall and pulling my knees in defensively. “You’ve got thirty minutes, have fun,” Chico said as he turned and walked out.
As he approached me my eyes scanned him but his empty holster signaled to me that he had likely been stripped of anything that might be used as a weapon. I wondered briefly if this practice was in place to prevent the women from gaining access to weapons, or was in fact to keep the men in line. Shuddering, I cried out as he crouched down onto the bedside.
“Fuck you! Don't touch me! Jacob will kill you if you touch me!” The man didn’t care a bit about my feeble attempt at a threat. He unclipped his belt and reached out towards me, grabbing my hips and pulling me forward to him.
“Get the fuck off of me you piece of shit!” I screamed out, my hands flailing against him. He was strong, much stronger than I could ever hope to be, and it took him no time to grasp my wrists and press them tightly to the wall behind my head. I was completely helpless. His freehand dipped down between my thighs and he gripped me tightly as his face pressed closely to mine. “I am going to own you, bitch,” he snarled with a broken smile, his teeth rotted and dirty, his breath foul.
To my surprise, a voice came from behind my assailant. “Wait! What the fuck do you have to do with Jacob? Get off of her Pedro! She might be worth a whole lot more than the fifty you spent on her scrawny ass.”
I watched in disgust as Chico threw a handful of small bills onto the bed beside me. So that's what I was worth to them--my soul, my freedom, my entire being--fifty fucking dollars to fuck the life out of me? With every ounce of myself I wished that they were dead, that I could personally cut their dicks off and shove them in their throats.
“Oh come on, Chico, I want to take her virginity, these new girls are so much better. They scream,” he pulled my chin towards his and licked his lips. “They put up a real fight.”
He released his grip on my face and traced his hands down my bare chest, between my tits and continued to the tightly clenched space between my thighs. I mustered the little saliva I could, my mouth still achingly dry from lack of water, and spit in his face. “Oh yeah baby,” he grinned as he wiped the spit from his face and licked his finger, “That is what Papi is talking
“Well get up girl and show Pedro what you have to offer.” My stomach knotted tightly as I took in the sight of Pedro. His face was leathered and covered in thick scruff. His hair long and dark and unkempt. His body was muscular but even the dark Hispanic skin tone didn’t hide the scarred tracks that followed the veins of his arms. I shuddered in disgust as he drew his fingertips to his mouth and tongued the space between his index and middle finger. “Yeah Chico,” Pedro said as he handed over a wad of cash, “she will do just fine. I'm gonna git it, yeah.”
I cringed as they finalized the payment for my services, crawling back against the wall and pulling my knees in defensively. “You’ve got thirty minutes, have fun,” Chico said as he turned and walked out.
As he approached me my eyes scanned him but his empty holster signaled to me that he had likely been stripped of anything that might be used as a weapon. I wondered briefly if this practice was in place to prevent the women from gaining access to weapons, or was in fact to keep the men in line. Shuddering, I cried out as he crouched down onto the bedside.
“Fuck you! Don't touch me! Jacob will kill you if you touch me!” The man didn’t care a bit about my feeble attempt at a threat. He unclipped his belt and reached out towards me, grabbing my hips and pulling me forward to him.
“Get the fuck off of me you piece of shit!” I screamed out, my hands flailing against him. He was strong, much stronger than I could ever hope to be, and it took him no time to grasp my wrists and press them tightly to the wall behind my head. I was completely helpless. His freehand dipped down between my thighs and he gripped me tightly as his face pressed closely to mine. “I am going to own you, bitch,” he snarled with a broken smile, his teeth rotted and dirty, his breath foul.
To my surprise, a voice came from behind my assailant. “Wait! What the fuck do you have to do with Jacob? Get off of her Pedro! She might be worth a whole lot more than the fifty you spent on her scrawny ass.”
I watched in disgust as Chico threw a handful of small bills onto the bed beside me. So that's what I was worth to them--my soul, my freedom, my entire being--fifty fucking dollars to fuck the life out of me? With every ounce of myself I wished that they were dead, that I could personally cut their dicks off and shove them in their throats.
“Oh come on, Chico, I want to take her virginity, these new girls are so much better. They scream,” he pulled my chin towards his and licked his lips. “They put up a real fight.”
He released his grip on my face and traced his hands down my bare chest, between my tits and continued to the tightly clenched space between my thighs. I mustered the little saliva I could, my mouth still achingly dry from lack of water, and spit in his face. “Oh yeah baby,” he grinned as he wiped the spit from his face and licked his finger, “That is what Papi is talking
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