It took forever for the forty-eight hours to pass. Sani could only stare at the ceiling above her to pass the time. Getting through the first day was relatively easy when there was nothing her bare body needed to get rid of.
Now, her stomach was groaning with hunger, her throat was dry, and she needed to pee really bad and she was not keen on being doused by a jet of ice-cold water again. But for some reason, she was more afraid Cathy, the blonde woman not much bigger than her, than he was of the other two much larger men.
She was trained to fight, and though she might not be able to defeat them, she could at least try. But Cathy seemed like someone who never has need for her fit body because of how fit her mind is.
Also, probably because the men kept their faces covered while Cathy had shown her face. Sani was afraid, however, that she still hasn't seen Cathy's true face.
She was freezing, her back against the cold floor and her hard nipples pointing straight to a sky she couldn't see, when she heard footsteps approach the door of the empty room she was lying in the middle of. Over the course of the two days, the silence was painful and any sound she heard seemed louder than it was.
And whenever the sound subsided, her mind went back to the one thing that kept her sane. The kiss Cathy planted on her lips. And that was driving her crazy.
Sani was sure that she was straight and never entertained the idea of being in relationship with another woman. She didn't understand how it was possible that a woman could have sex with another woman, let alone be in love with one. She didn't have any problem with those who did, she just didn't know how.
She was so sexually conservative that she didn't know that anal sex was a thing people did and thought that blowjobs were something only prostitutes did. And then she had joined the agency, and they shoved a dildo in her ass and a cock in her mouth. She loved it.
After months of having cocks at her disposal, she was stationed in Beirut. For a few months, she supported other agents with analysis, and in the meantime, she found pleasure in a dildo she had covertly bought.
She had fingered herself every other night, saving her fist for special occasions and when she finally bought that dildo, she had no reason to not fuck herself every night.
Even after becoming as sexually unrepressed as she though she could be, Cathy's kiss hit her like a train. She didn't know how to feel about it. She felt disgusted, yet she loved it. Not the kind of love she felt towards the pain of being fucked by two cocks in the ass. And not the kind of disgust she felt towards pineapples on pizzas.
She was disgusted because she thought that the kiss was wrong. And she loved it because it was wrong. There was a thrill she found in doing the wrong things. Anal was something she thought was wrong. Things were not supposed to go in her ass, and now she was keen to shove a dildo or fist in hers.
Yet, she was still not sure how to feel about it. She was fucked in the ass either by a man or herself. Cathy was another woman. She wondered if it was a one-time thing and there would Cathy kiss her again, or do something else.
She didn't want to think of it anymore and let her mind wander to other things, like figuring out how to escape, but her thoughts always returned to Cathy's kiss.
This time however, the footsteps outside the door did not subside. They approached the door and with a loud clank it swung open.
The smaller of the two men entered the room with a urine bottle in hand. He looked down at the naked Indian on the floor and sniggered.
"If you want to take a piss, now is the time," said the smaller man and placed the opening of the bottle around her vagina.
"I can't go with you looking at me."
"Too bad, because you won't get another chance today."
Sani did not want to do it, but she had been holding it for a long time. The last time she had peed was truly embarrassing. Her hands were tied to the ceiling and she had to stand in her own piss for what seemed like hours.
This was somehow worse. She was lying naked on the floor with a masked man staring at her, holding a urine bottle on her pussy. But she couldn't hold it any longer.
She closed her eyes and let lose. The relief she felt was overcome by the complete humiliation of her situation. She cringed at the sound of her piss rushing into the bottle.
Once she was done, the smaller man left her alone in the room, but did not close the door. An almost imperceptible draught sent a shiver down her spine and culminated at her pussy tingling from the touch of plastic and some stray drops of her warm piss.
The larger man entered, undid the bonds tying her to the floor and pulled her up to her feet. Sani felt like she was a rag doll being manhandled by a giant. She had no energy, nor the motivation to resist anything.
Her stomach grumbled as she was walked to the room with tiled walls where she was doused with icy water and hung to dry. When she realised this, she wanted to protest. She couldn't handle another shower at the moment, and even if she could, she felt that being left there to dry would almost certainly kill her.
Cathy was standing near where Sani was left hanging two days ago and smiled at her when Sani was pushed into the room. She stood by what looked like an IV pole, but the bag that hung off it looked too big for IV.
Sani studied the woman that had driven her to the edge of sanity over the last two days by just kissing her once. She was only slightly taller than Sani but looked so much bigger. She wore a half-sleeved white t-shirt that showed off her muscular arms. They weren't huge or overly built, just lean and strong.
But that's not what the tight t-shirt highlighted the most. Despite having a very shallow neckline, Cathy's boobs were what drew the eyes. They were big, and they stretched the white fabric, with the nipples poking out.
The hunger, delirium and her thoughts from the isolation made her transfixed to the tits in front of her. So much so, that she barely noticed Cathy's black shorts, bare feet and a perfect blonde ponytail. The larger man pushed Sani down on her knees at Cathy's feet.
Cathy took Sani's face in her hand. "You should have just told us the truth when we gave you the chance."
Before Sani could respond, Cathy produced a protein bar from her pocket, unwrapped it and fed it to Sani. Sani did not resist. She gobbled the whole bar in a few seconds.
It wasn't enough and only made her hungrier. When Sani glanced up at Cathy's smirk, she realised that that was the point. Cathy stared back down for a second before nodding at the larger man.
He pinned Sani's hand behind her and pushed her down. Sani's boobs were pressed against her thighs. Then, she felt her ass be grabbed and lifted up. She was pushed forward and landed on her tits. Her boobs were now pressed against the cold tiled floor and her already hard nipples stung. Her ass was facing up, her hands were behind her back and her cheeks rested on the floor.
And then she felt it. A tube of some sort was inserted into her asshole. With the corner of her eyes, she watched as Cathy pushed it into her and turned a valve on the bag on the IV pole and squeezed onto a pump.
She felt liquid enter her ass and she squirmed. She tried to wiggle free, but the larger man held her tight in place. The liquid did not stop flowing and Cathy sat down by Sani's face.
