Page 38 of Justyce
“They-they raped us, sir,” brunette’s voice quivers before hardening. “They both told us as they raped us that this is what we had to look forward to when we are sold, so we may as well get used to be nothing more than a wet hole for some lucky fuck to stick their cocks into.”
I see the guards tense on either side of the girls, and I feel my brothers do the same on either side of me while I work my jaw back and forth. I force myself to remain calm, just for a moment.
“Is that so? Did they say anything else?”
“The one with the red hair said that he liked the way I screamed while he… while he fucked me. Told me it only made him harder and more determined to hurt me,” brunette said.
I close my eyes briefly, seeing red. I take the moment to think of all the ways I’m going to maim and torture these imbeciles.
“And the one with the black hair, he-he made me bleed. He told me seeing my blood wrapped around his di−dick was the best sight he’d ever seen and maybe he’d try and buy me just so he could live out his fantasies with me,” the blonde says quietly.
“You lying fucking slut!”
My head snaps toward the stupid fuck that just earned his tongue being cut out of his skull.
I tut. “Are you always this shit at following directions? Don’t waste your time answering that. When you were first employed with us you signed a contract. There was a clause in said contract that stated you are not to abuse the women in any way shape or form while you’re on duty, this includes sexually. And now you haven’t kept your mouth shut when I asked you to.”
I face Acheron and Arrow, feeling my nerves fraying. By the look in their eyes behind their masks, they’re at the end of their ropes, too. I pause, gazing around the room. “Where’s the bag?” I say with a monotone voice. It’s another reason my reputation precedes me. The word on the street is that I have no heart and no soul, and they’d be right.
“Near that rickety cot at the back, brother,” Arrow replies.
I strut over to the huge, heavy duty black bag and pull back the zip to peek inside. The screams of the soon to be dead guards ricocheting around the room paired with what I’m seeing in the bag has me a little too excited.
“Uh huh, there you are,” I say more to myself than anyone else.
Holding the contraption behind my back, I mosey back over to where my brothers have black mane pinned against the wall. Acheron is to the left and Arrow to the right and I know they’re both getting off on this.Sick fucks.
Sliding the contraption from behind my back, I dangle the leather and metal piece in front of me. Arrow and Acheron both start chuckling under their breaths.
Red hair is awfully quiet, which means he’s the smarter one of the pair. Unfortunately he didn’t use that intelligence prior to landing him in this situation.
My eyes find black manes beady, bloodshot pair and I smirk. That look on his face proves he knows he pushed too far, that he should have kept his mouth closed when I told him to. He’s quiet now. A little too late in my opinion.
“Do you know what this is?” I ask no one in particular, but to my surprise brunette’s soft voice infiltrates the air.
“It’s an open mouth spider gag.”
I hear Acheron’s breath hitch as I turn to face the young woman. Her piercing eyes are surveying me, speculating whether she’s in trouble for speaking without permission.
I cock my head to the side, trying to gage how to respond to her. I decide to praise her. “Very good, little one. It is indeed an open mouth spider gag.” Her face beams at my compliment. It’s unfortunate that someone of her beauty could land themselves in a place like this. Then again, all the girls are fucking stunning when they first arrive.
Turning on my heel, I face black mane. “We aren’t going to use this piece in the traditional sense.” I pause, my eyes lowering to see the wet patch at the front of his pants. “But I guess you figured as much seeing you’ve pissed your pants.”
“I’m sorry! I won’t say another thing, please! I’ll give you whatever you want, just don’t cut my fucking tongue out!” he rushes, his voice turning squeaky. He’s scared and he definitely should be.
I shake my head and walk toward him. “You can’t offer me anything, and I wouldn’t even let you suck my cock with this thing on. The only reason you’re still alive is so we can make you suffer.”
Black mane begins babbling some bullshit. I ignore him and motion for my brother’s to hold him still so I can slip the open mouth spider gag over his head.
His head whips from side to side and it pisses me off. “If I was you I would stay fucking still. The more you struggle now, the worse it’ll be when I slice your tongue from your mouth, comprehend?”
Reluctantly he nods, and I’m disappointed that he folded so quickly. I meet Acheron’s eyes through his creepy mask and his excitement is palpable.
I slip the device over the dipshits head and instruct him to open his mouth. He hesitates then opens wide. I take the opportunity to insert the open mouth gag and fasten the leather straps tightly at the back of his head.
Black manes tongue hangs over the metal and he looks comical. I’d laugh if I wasn’t readying my next move.
Slipping my hand behind my back, I pull a pair of black leather gloves out and slide them onto my hands. I have no idea where this fucker has been, and I won’t risk contaminating myself with any diseases he may or may not have.
