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Chapter 14

“Damn Jenny, you’re going to have us all punished!”
Becca hissed at the redhead who was on yet another rampage. The only time she wasn’t screaming obscenities was when she was either drugged, gagged or passed out from an intense session.

“Bring it on bitches!” Jenny shrieked, thrusting her hands into her long red curls
, which were becoming snarled over the past week of not having a comb to run through them.

“Fucking psycho
,” Becca growled, flopping onto her cot.

I let my
head fall back against the brick wall and closed my eyes trying to block out the chaos. I’d been escaping into my mind a lot lately, especially now that I didn’t have Lance’s visits to look forward to; it passed the time and made life here more bearable. I had two main focuses lately – Lance and my ponderings on how my cheerleading team was doing. I would go through cheer routines in my head; if I tried really hard I could feel myself being thrown in the air and relive the feeling of tumbling backwards into the awaiting arms of my teammates.

The
voices of my arguing cellmates quieted and I heard a shuffling of feet. My eyes sprang open at the sound of the lock disengaging in the dungeon door. I quickly looked around me to see all the women, even Jenny were in position, on the cot, eyes downward. Despite Connor’s promise to have me, so far, he hadn’t followed through, but Lance had only been gone for a day or so. A day or two left to go.

Part of the reason may have
had to do with the fact that the two men Lance referred to as “his men” checked on me regularly. They never said a word, but would walk in, eye me, nod and leave without a word. It made me wonder why Lance had his own guys. Something didn’t quite fit right. His men would sometimes work guard duty, but never got involved with any of the training; it was odd.

The door flung open, but this time it wasn’t Lance’s men, it was
Tanner, followed by Jazz and Connor. Tanner was carrying two rifles while the other two each carried a girl over their shoulders. The women appeared to be passed out – much like I had been, I assumed. I couldn’t see their faces, but both had chestnut brown, shoulder-length hair, were Caucasian and wearing blue jeans and a tank top. Jazz deposited the girl he was carrying into a cage to the far left of me and Connor placed a girl in the far right cage, both on the opposite side of the hallway.

“Pencil-dick fuck,” Jenny spat under her breath as Connor walked by.

Connor stopped in front of her cell and turned to face her. “What was that, cunt? Got something to say?”

Jenny’s slender body tightened as she looked up and over at him, giving him a
sadistic smile. “I said you’re a pencil-dicked fuck. You must have gotten laughed at a lot in high school.”

Ohmygod
, here we go!
Keys jangled and her door was swung open. As soon as the door opened she was on her feet and charging him. This wasn’t going to end well, I already knew how this was going to go down.

She didn’t make it past him. Grabbing a handful of hair, he pulled her backwards and drug her to the cot. “You fucking whore. You must love being fucked. Is that it?” He tossed her to the cot on her stomach and was quickly on top of her, a knee jammed into the small of her back while a hand was surrounding her neck. His free hand quickly undid his jeans, freeing his cock.
Tanner and Jazz did nothing, they simply stood next to the door waiting for Connor to finish up.

I closed my eyes as tight as I could and wished there w
ere some way I could tune out the screams and grunts coming from behind me as Connor fucked Jenny. Why did Jenny keep bringing it on herself? It both made me sad and angered me. I couldn’t understand her reasoning. After what seemed like an eternity, but was more likely closer to five minutes Connor finished.

“I’m going to fucking kill you one day,” Jenny screamed. “I fucking promise.”

There was the sound of a struggle and clinking of metal on metal. She was being handcuffed and gagged – again. Despite knowing what was going on I couldn’t help but take a peek over my shoulder to confirm my suspicion.

Standing, Connor noticed my staring and walked over to the bars separating us. “Don’t worry
, whore. I haven’t forgotten you.” The bastard gave me a wink and began to whistle as he left Jenny’s cell and locked it behind him. Moments later the trio of guards were gone and I was left trembling on my cot. I’d hoped Lance somehow had me protected, even while gone, but I thought I may have been wrong. Connor was coming for me.

~*~*~*~*~

I was just beginning to dig into my slop that was considered food around here when the soft moaning of the new girl to the left of me drew my attention to her.

“She’s waking up,” I said
to Becca.

“That one too
,” Becca added, jerking her thumb toward the girl on the opposite end of the dungeon.

“
Wh-where, where am I? I’m so thirsty,” the girl to my left muttered as she slowly sat up. After a minute she stood and her eyes began to widen as she surveyed her surroundings. I knew the look well, I could almost see that she was thinking the same things that had run through my mind – the same things that I imagine ran through most girls’ minds after being abducted and dumped off in this godforsaken place.

“You’ve been taken,”
Becca spoke up.

“Taken? Where? By who?
Ohmygod! Claire! Claire. Where’s my sister?” Her expression became frantic. “Where’s my sister? What did they do with her?” Her voice became a high-pitched scream, piercing my skull.

“She’s over there.” I pointed to the cage at the opposite end of the hallway.

“Where? I can’t see her!”

“Chloe?” A second identical voice to the new girl called out. When she walked to the front of the cage I saw the identical image to the first girl. They’d kidnapped identical twins.

Sadistic bastards must be proud of themselves
, I seethed inwardly. The Boss must have a serious hard-on for what kind of cash two young, beautiful twins could bring in. One day I’d see that The Boss and all the rest of the savages would pay – for everything. I had no idea how, but I had lots of time to think and figure it out.

“Claire. Oh thank God, are you okay?”

“Where are we?”

Becca
, myself and the other girls who were eating our dinner listened to the two women chatter, answering whatever questions we could for them. I glanced over at Jenny, who was sound asleep with the ball gag still in her mouth oblivious to everything around her, which seemed to be her normal state of being since arriving here – that is, when she wasn’t ranting as if begging to be punished.

“What are they going to do with us?” I glance
d over at Chloe and grimaced.

“You’ll be sold,”
Becca, the woman of brutal truth supplied, before I could formulate an answer that wouldn’t cause her brown eyes to break down in a fit of tears or turn her into a state of hysteria.

“What do you mean?”

We could hear the voices of our captors and all quickly placed our trays at the fronts of our cages and slipped onto our cots, manning the position.

“What’s going on?” Chloe asked.

“Why are you all being quiet?” Claire asked.

“
Shhhh. Be quiet,” Becca hissed, looking from one girl to the other. “Get on your cots and shut up.” Neither girl paid any mind to her warnings, remaining rooted in the spots at the fronts of their cells.

The door unlocked and swung open; Tanner, followed by Jazz and Connor entered. While Jazz and Connor began gathering the food trays, Tanner made his way over to Claire and gave her the intro speech.
While my reaction to the speech had been silence and Jenny’s had been aggression, Claire and Chloe’s was more what you would expect from someone in their situation. They pled for each other’s lives, begging to be let go, tried to reason with him. They went through the string of appeals until they were on their knees on the concrete, tears streaming down their cheeks.

By the time Tanner was finished
with his spiel, Connor and Jazz were back from tray duty. As Tanner removed Chloe from her cage, Jazz removed Claire. The girls fought like little wildcats and I silently cheered them on even though I knew what would happen to them for their defiance. I could already feel their pain; my jaw ached as a reminder of the blow I’d received in the doctor’s office on my first day.

The ruckus caused by the twins roused Jenny from her slumber. Jenny was immediately alert and pounding against the bars of her cell, making grunting noises around the ball gag in her mouth.
While Jenny’s noisemaking would normally bring about punishment, the three men had their hands full with the struggling twins.

One of the two managed to break free of Jazz’s grasp and lunged for Connor, jumping onto his back and pummeling the back of his head with her small fists.
Connor released the twin he was holding and fell backward into the cell behind him, crushing the twin on his back. She grunted and released her hold on him, tumbling to the ground. The twin who was released raced to the doorway and was almost out by the time she was tackled to the ground by Jazz.

And it was over.
The hands of the twins were quickly bound behind their backs and they were escorted out.

“Show’s over ladies
,” Tanner announced, ushering the girls from the dungeon. The women left with innocence and spirit. I suspected when they returned they would have a whole different perspective on life.

~*~*~*~*~

“I told you I wouldn’t forget about you, whore.” Connor’s low, gravelly voice in my ear pulled me from a deep sleep to find a hand firmly over my mouth and his body pressed down on top of me. I attempted to push him off, but he easily overpowered me.

I look
ed up at him with terror in my eyes and filling every inch of my body. Everyone was asleep in the dungeon and I could assume it was overnight, which meant it would be hours before the men came down to check on our cells.

“If you fight or cause a problem
–” He nodded toward Jenny, who had finally been permitted to be unshackled and no longer gagged. “She’ll pay for it. I may not be able to punish you, but I can make her life worse than it already is. Or maybe I’ll work over one of the twins. Fuck one while making the other watch.”

He’d do it
. The sick bastard would do it. One thing I’d noticed during my time there was that a sort of sisterhood developed between the girls. We may be diverse in ethnicity and social stature on the outside world, but in here we were the same and all we had was each other to get through the days. We may not get to even speak for the most part, but we all knew with a glance into each other’s eyes that we were in this together. When the girls were sold, or in the case of Mia murdered, then we all felt it.

“
Nod if you understand me.” I nodded and he slowly removed his gloved hand from my lips.

“Please, they’re not ready for that
,” I whispered, not wanting to wake the others. The only thing worse than what was about to happen was having the girls watch it happen. It felt like a part of me was torn apart when Jenny was raped mere feet away from me and there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it.

“Nothing will happen to them, as long as you lie here and let me find out for myself what’s so magical about your pussy that you have
The Boss’s son’s balls in a sling. You must have a golden pussy is all I can figure.” His hand slipped down the side of my hip. “But I guess I’m about to find out, aren’t I whore?”

I held back a sob, but couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks. It had been a few days since Lance left
, he was supposed to be back by now, and a part of me had held onto the hope that maybe Connor wouldn’t follow through with his threat. I should have known I wouldn’t get that lucky, he’d just been waiting for a moment when he wouldn’t get caught.

He shifted his weight on me, forcing my legs apart and palming my mound. My body tensed and my jaw clenched to keep from screaming out in protest when his fingers began to explore between my legs.

“You’re not going to say a word to anyone about this. Not the other slaves and not your boyfriend. No one. Or the other girls will suffer. You may be protected, but the others aren’t.”

I can endure. I can do this
, I coached myself, trying not to lose my mind. The thought of him filling me with cum made me sick to my stomach and I gagged just from the thought. My stomach churned and I prayed I wouldn’t lose the little bit of food I had in my stomach.

As his fingers probed my entrance, I instinctually clenched up, my thighs attempting to close together and force him out, but he was too strong, too eager.

Grabbing a fist full of my golden hair he yanked hard. I bit down on my lower lip so hard I could taste the blood as my teeth broke the skin, to keep from screaming.

“Let me in
, cunt,” he growled, leaning down and licking the side of my neck.

My stomach churned again.
Please don’t puke, please don’t puke
, I begged my body. The sheet on the cots were changed once a week so I’d be sleeping in vomit for a long time before I got to sleep in fresh sheets again. Taking a deep breath in I slowly released it and forced myself to relax. Just had to get it over with.