Cassidy starts shaking, and I know her body is about to defy her. I start aggressively fucking her because I’m close, too.
I look over, and Conner has his dick out, jerking off. We’ve all seen each other fuck the girls, so it doesn’t bother me. I enjoy having an audience.
I pinch her clit, and her pussy starts convulsing, and she moans as loud as she can while sobbing.
“Fuck, Cassidy, look what you’ve done.” I pull out of her and come all over her chest, moaning as it shoots out of me.
Conner stands up and shoots his load all over her face, spurts of white ribbon covering her chest and face now.
He rubs it all over her mouth on top of the tape. “Beautiful,” he whispers.
She quietly heaves out a sob, hating that she enjoyed herself, looking at me with pure disgust.
“Let's clean her up and then get her into one of the crates,” I command.
He nods and says, “Boss says the van will be here in one hour.”
We begin wiping her up with some towels, and Conner gets the rubbing alcohol and starts on her face, making sure to get any leftover makeup. Her fake eyelashes fall off, and her spray tan melts away.
He checks her head and makes sure she doesn’t have hair extensions; those are Connor’s favorite. He loves to pull them straight out, and they usually cry hysterically from the pain and loss of their real hair.
“Believe it or not, the hair is all hers,” he says, huffing disappointedly.
I grab the nail polish remover and start working on her fingernails and toenails, removing the polish. We try to remove everything we can before the girls are transported to the warehouse.
We always check for piercings and take out their earrings. Cassidy has 3 sets of diamond earrings in each ear and one cartilage piercing. All of it has to go. I throw them into a silver bowl.
Cassidy realizes what’s happening and begins thrashing around again. It takes us about 20 minutes to clean her up.We cut her nails down as far as we can without them bleeding. Getting scratched sucks.
I roughly grab her jaw, forcing her to make eye contact with me. “We are going to unstrap you and put a T-shirt on. If you give us a hard time, this will be significantly worse for you,” I tell her angrily as I slap the side of her face just for fun.
Conner looks over at me and nods. “You ready?”
I nod back. “Let's hurry up. I’m tired, and I have an exam tomorrow.”
He unstraps her, and I grab a T-shirt and dress her like a doll. We both grab one of her shoulders, and Conner gets a zip tie, and we put it around her wrists behind her back. She listened.
“Good girl.” I grin at her and shove my hand under the T-shirt and pinch her pussy, hard. She whimpers.
We lead her over to the holding room for the sex slaves.
I find an empty crate and shove her into it. She cowers on the wall furthest from the door of the crate.
I slam the door of the crate and laugh at the thought of never seeing Cassidy fucking Matthews again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
It has to be four or five in the morning; it’s truly shocking how much your life can change in a matter of hours.
How can I go from having every freedom to having been sexually assaulted and put in a fucking dog cage?
I am physically, emotionally, and mentally drained, and I feel like I’m probably having a panic attack. I can’t do small spaces, and this still feels like a bad dream.
Where could they be taking us? I heard them talking about some kind of auction.
All I can think about is Tyler, and I hope he realizes what has happened. I hope he finds me before we go to wherever we are going next.
And then I feel sick. Does he know about this? Is he actively involved in doing this to women? Human beings?
