alluring.
Letting go of my neck, he stands up. I hear the rustle of denim as he pulls his jeans back up over his hips and buttons them closed. I turn my head to watch him leave the cage, and as he exits the room, he addresses Farren, who’s been studiously attending to her ‘lesson’.
“Clean her up and remember the rules.”
The rules.
I flinch at the reminder of when I learned the ‘rules’.
I haven’t been here long, but I know I’m never likely to escape whatever fate awaits me when they’re done with me. I’m already praying for the escape death would bring. The young woman with gray eyes has accompanied the two men every time. She’s never been a part of what they’re doing to me, but her gaze rarely falters from watching the scene.
Today it seems the older man has decided he wants to debase me even further than he’s done before. Having already humiliated me, he pulls out of my pussy and repositions his disgusting organ so it’s pressing against the only part of me left untouched, and then he rips his way back into my body.
My vision goes white, and my eardrums feel like they’ve ruptured and are bleeding from the volume of my screams. I can’t breathe. When I finally regain my sight and hearing over the sounds I’m making, I realize he’s shouting at the other man.
“Tucker! Get the fuck over here and help me remind Farren what all this is for.” I can just about see her blanch when he shouts again, this time at her.“Farren! Remember what I’ve taught you. You will pay attention and recite the rules while we educate you further.”
I can’t do anything as the two men begin again to abuse and humiliate me. Even though Tucker shows less conviction, he’s still rough in his treatment of me. Farren’s soft voice is the only thing keeping me sane as I focus entirely on her in an attempt to blot out the pain and agony they’re inflicting. However, when Tucker roughly fills my mouth, my eyes water, my sobs are cut off, and my view of her is obscured as she begins her recital.
“I want to be with men, not women.
I must watch every moment of the lesson.
On completion of the lesson, I must clean her up and get out.
I won’t touch her for too long.
I won’t bring her pleasure.
I won’t kiss her.
I won’t help her.
I’ll bring her basic food and water, and nothing more.
When I leave, I’ll make sure the cage is locked.
She belongs to you, not me.
I will never touch a woman in the way you do.”
She finishes and falls silent, but they continue their brutality. I’ve already learned that protesting prolongs the pain, and it’s no use fighting. They’re too strong for me, and after being in their captivity, what little strength and resolve I did have has diminished to almost nothing.
I gag around the cock penetrating my mouth and throat, and a whimper escapes when the action causes my muscles to reflexively tighten around the other member invading my butt. A slap on my ass makes me whimper, causing me to choke again while a rough hand rubs over my abused behind.
“Mmm, we should do this more often. I think you like having a big, thick cock jammed in this tight little virgin ass of yours,” the older man sneers.
I retch when the one called Tucker comes, and I want to puke when the action causes cum to dribble out of my mouth around his length and run down my chin. He moves away while the man behind me fists my hair and continues to spear me, over and over. When he too is spent, he throws me to the floor and storms from the cage with Tucker close behind him.
“Clean that mess up, Farren. Break any of the rules, and I’ll make sure you learn firsthand what being with a real man is like.”
It was one of the most brutal lessons they’ve imparted, and I was the teaching aid for her visual learning.
Chapter Two
Farren
The young woman is shivering and has curled up tightly into a ball by the time I approach her with a bucket full of warm, soapy water and a washcloth. I would’ve thought I’d have grown desensitized to the sight of her exposed body, but even covered with bruises and scrapes from rough handling, she’s still beautiful. My breath catches at the sight of the elegant tattoos weaving inky trails up her arms, and