Page 81 of Trick or Treat

The gleam in Kurtis’s eye told her nothing she said was going to get through. He enjoyed what he did too much to stop. “Watch this.” He pointed to a big screen TV mounted on a wall behind her.

Lindsey scooted to the back of her cage, clenching her hands around the bars. The blonde woman who had been taken away moments ago was being forced into a shower room. It looked like one of those big open showers they were all forced to use in high school after P.E. One of the men pulled a knife from his pocket and sliced the woman’s dress off her. They then secured her handcuffs to a ring mounted into the wall right below the shower head. The one who punched her and hit her, slapped her naked bottom as he turned to leave. The bastard left a bright red handprint that had to hurt like hell. Lindsey couldn’t hear anything they were saying but she could tell by the way the woman’s shoulder shook, she was crying.

She jumped at the sound of a man shouting from across the room. “Hey, Kurt! It’s your turn!”

Kurtis slapped the top of the cage a couple of times, his smile wide with glee in his eyes. “Keep watching, Lindsey. You’ll enjoy the show.”

“What?” Enjoy the show? What was he talking about? She watched him disappear through the door across the room, the two guards coming back and taking up position under the television. That sick feeling in her stomach got worse.

“Oh yeah. This ought to be good.” Another man joined the first two, then two more showed up. They were all dressed in black cargo pants, a black long-sleeve shirt and a black ball cap so it was a little hard to keep them all straight. Glancing at the screen, she was shocked to see Kurtis.

“Turn it up. Turn it up,” yet another man said as he joined the growing group. Two more men came to stand below the television, all eyes trained on what Kurtis was going to do to that poor woman. How many men were here?

In morbid fascination she watched as Kurtis unbuttoned each button on his shirt, slowly. He slipped it off his shoulders and placed it somewhere out of camera range. He then toed off his shoes, socks and slacks. It would appear he went commando under his slacks, something Lindsey didn’t need to know. Walking to the camera, he said, “Make sure Lindsey watches this. If she closes her eyes or turns away, I’ll punish Amy here. Understand, Lindsey?”

All eight men standing in front of the television turned to look at her, smirks on their faces. A couple of them leered at her, as if they couldn’t wait to get their hands on her. One man pulled a walkie talkie from his belt and turned to Lindsey. “Do you understand what he’s saying?”

“Yes,” she barely got out. She nodded her head, making sure the man was sure of her answer.

He held the walkie up to respond. “She understands, boss.”

It was odd to hear the man’s voice coming through the television at the same time he said it not ten feet away.

“Sweet, sweet Amy,” Kurtis crooned as he approached the woman secured to the wall, stroking his hard length as he got closer. He ran his finger down her side, causing the woman to jerk away at his touch. He fisted her long hair in his hand and roughly jerked her head back. “Go ahead, Amy. Fight me. I like it like that.”

The poor woman, who’d been trying so hard to hold it together, completely broke down. Her crying could be heard over the television.

“Sh-sh-sh.” Kurtis moved until his erection was up against Amy’s bare back. He reached around with his hands and groped her breasts. He must have squeezed them too hard because she cried out in pain. Lindsey fisted her hands tighter around the bars, wishing she could get her hands on his dick and she’d rip it off.

“Let’s have some fun,” Kurtis said. He walked over to a table and picked something up. It looked like a thin wooden stick, maybe a willow branch? He grabbed both ends and bent the stick into a horseshoe shape, then flicked it in the air a couple of times, showing them how flexible the stick was. He went back to Amy and flicked his wrist near her bottom. She screamed as a thin red line appeared on her butt cheek. He flicked his wrist again, repeating what he’d done to the other one. Amy bucked and pulled against her restraints, trying her best to stay out of the way of Kurtis’s switching. It did her no good, she wasn’t getting away.

Lindsey’s attention dropped down to the group of assholes standing in front of her, cheering Kurtis on, despite his inability to hear them. One sicko was rubbing his erection through his pants, getting off on watching Kurtis torturing poor Amy.

The man she thought she once knew delivered two more stripes to each of Amy’s buttocks before he tossed the stick away. He spun her around and dropped to his knees. “Please stop. Don’t do this.” Amy’s weak pleas fell on deaf ears. Kurtis moved forward so that his mouth was between her legs. She tried to keep her legs closed so he couldn’t get to her, but Kurtis would have none of it. Using his hands, he muscled her legs open and put one over his shoulder.

“I love this part.” One man elbowed another. “Watch how he forces an orgasm on her. That kind of mind game works better on them than beating them half to death. They feel so bad for getting off, they damn near shut down. Makes it easier to ship them that way.”

“You bastards are disgusting!” Lindsey shouted.

“Don’t start acting all high and mighty, princess. You’ll get your turn soon enough. The question is who is going to get the honors. Kurtis or one the guys who don’t give a shit if you get anything out of it or not?”

The one with the walkie talkie brought it up to his mouth. “She closed her eyes, boss.”

“What?” she screeched. “I did not.”

“You looked away. Same difference.” He shrugged his shoulder.

“You asshole!” She shook at her cage as if she could move it the slightest bit. She knew she couldn’t get out but she hated feeling this helpless. If she got out could she save the woman? Not likely, considering she was outnumbered by men with guns and the need to inflict pain on women as they raped them.

“Lindsey. You naughty, naughty girl. You shouldn’t have looked away. Now I have to punish Amy.” He rose to his feet quickly and spun Amy around. “Sorry, Amy. I was going to get you off, but Lindsey closed her eyes. Now I’ll just have to fuck you. Remember, this is all Lindsey’s fault.” He turned his head to the camera, his teeth bared, “Don’t. Look. Away.”

At least one of the men had turned to watch Lindsey’s reaction. If she closed her eyes or looked away, she feared for what Kurtis might do to punish Amy. Helplessly, she watched as he thrust himself inside Amy in one hard push. The woman screamed and hung on to the ring above her head.

“Now, we’re talking.” The fucker with his hand over his cock smiled.

Kurtis went at her like he was hellbent on his dick coming out through her stomach. Over and over and over again, he hammered into Amy, a look of pure rage on his face. Was he imagining it was Lindsey he was raping right now? God help her. No matter how awful she felt about watching what he was doing, Lindsey didn’t dare look away or close her eyes. It took less than three minutes for Kurtis to throw his head back and shout his release to the ceiling. Three minutes too long for Amy. As soon as he was finished, he pulled out quickly, turned the shower on and washed himself off. Poor Amy hung limply from her cuffs. Lindsey wasn’t even sure the woman was still conscious.

Kurtis walked over to the camera once again. “Like that, Lindsey? Play your cards right and next time it could be you.” He threw his head back and laughed at his own joke.

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