Trisha, Jalena and Cierra had managed to rustle up a pocket knife among Mr. Lucas's things, using it to free their wrists of the leather restraints. But that was where progress ended. They stood in a half circle in front of the door, still trapped in this opulently decorated room set up like a spacious bathhouse. Against Jalena's better judgment, she had pulled Mr. Lucas' unconscious body to the top step of the hot tub, preventing the man from drowning even though he so richly deserved it.
There was also the niggling thought at the back of Jalena's mind, that compared to the other sadistic freaks in this place, Mr. Lucas' attentions had been positively benign. She was beginning to have serious regrets about whether physically assaulting their least brutal captor had been the best choice.
"So what's the plan?" Jalena asked, her golden-tinged Latina body as naked as her friends beside her. The three young women stood like sacrifices in front of the lair of a beast. The door to the room was indeed locked from the outside, and judging from the door's solid make - it had to be two feet thick almost, if you estimated in inches - they weren't going anywhere. The steel-reinforced entrance seemed more like a vault than the flimsy dungeon door the girls had hoped for. During the nightmare of being dragged down here, they hadn't noticed just how impregnable their confinement truly was.
Trisha sighed. "There's only one entrance at least. Is there some way we can booby trap it? We need to have a nasty surprise planned for the first freak who enters this room."
Cierra nodded, liking that idea, but before the girls could take their escape plan any further they heard the lock mechanism disengaging, voices on the other side.
"Oh, shit." Cierra took a dozen steps back, trembling. Her face went white, and the panic setting in told both Jalena and Trisha that she would be no more helpful to them than a deer frozen in headlights.
"Keep it together," Trisha hissed. Jalena shook her head though.
"We are so screwed," the Latina whispered, backing away toward the room's opposite corner. She saw a detailed bust of some Roman Emperor, eyes and bearing all regal and impressive. The stand it was mounted on, it was narrow. It might provide a decent bludgeoning weapon depending on how lightweight it was. Jalena tried to consider it as the dungeon door swung open.
Razor and Killer were the first two into the room, both wearing full body armor, semi-automatic rifles pointed.
"We don't take chances, bitches. This room is videotaped, just like every other. Looks like we're going to have to teach you dumb cunts to be obedient the hard way." Razor's anger flowed off of him in waves, almost as palpable as his lust.
He stepped aside as two very dissimilar men strode into the room.
"Master Chei, meet the potential merchandise," Razor grunted.
Master Chei wore a flowing white robe embroidered with crimson peacocks, and that was all he wore. The robe sash had been undone, letting the folds flow wide to reveal the squat Chinese man's nakedness. A cock of enormous girth hung long and hard from between his legs. He had the bearing of someone used to getting his way. Jalena thought he had to be at least in his 40's, but his muscular physique made him appear much younger. His sharp-eyed gaze missed nothing, settling on the gleaming nipple rings adorning her breasts.
"I see. I think I will take that one."
Killer shook his head. "Not so fast. You know this is only a sampling. They don't go onto the auction block until tomorrow, Master Chei. Try not to get TOO eager. Everyone else still gets a fair chance at buying them."
A second man had entered right beside Master Chei. His skin tone had the tinge of Arab descent, and the white turban he wore confirmed his Arabian roots. An angular face with deep, rich brown eyes swept the room.
"Al-Rafiq, do you like what you see?"
The oil Sheikh looked down dubiously at Mr. Lucas' limp, naked form. "If these bitches tried to do to ME what they have just done to your boss, I have would the skin on their buttocks flayed one whip slap at a time and enjoyed listening to their screams."
Razor and Killer exchanged a knowing glance. Razor's gaze narrowed, as if he was in some unspoken argument with his companion. Finally Killer looked away, caving in. Razor grinned, showing his white teeth to Master Chei and Sheikh Al-Rafiq. "What if we canceled the auction, hmm? I don't think our boss will be in much of a mood to sell these cunts to gentle buyers after what they've done to him. Have your way with them tonight...Rules be damned. Do whatever you wish, and decide, IF you let any of them live, how you want to divvy up the booty."
Chei and Al-Rafiq shared a look. Al-Rafiq shrugged out of his clothes, standing naked. He cracked his neck to the side, rolling the muscles of his shoulders as he stared greedily at Trisha.
"I'll take that as an agreement," Razor said. "The price for each girl will be $250,000 cash, whether you leave them fit enough to return with you...or not." Razor let those ominous words hang in the air as he left, shutting the vault-like door with finality behind him.
Killer stayed, his gun ready. It seemed he would watch and make sure the girls didn't try anything. Jalena's heart rate was spiking. 'Oh dear god. We better do exactly what these twisted monsters want or they might kill us all!' That mantra just kept pounding in her head as the large Asian crime lord walked up to her.
"Mmm. Too bad you are a rebellious little cow. We will have to remedy that," Chei growled. He barked something in Chinese. Moments later the vault door opened again, and eight young Chinese thugs entered the room. All were naked except for the tattoos, each of a different animal, splayed across their chests. The biggest one came forward first.
"What do you want us to do, Master?"
"Gang rape this disobedient slut. She still thinks she can resist. Make it rough. Use whatever toys you deem fit," Master Chei barked.
Jalena shook her head desperately, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. The first man who grabbed her had an ox tattooed on his chest. Ox slammed her against the wall, hiking up her hips as he positioned his cock. Jalena's arms frantically grappled at his shoulders, using them as leverage to keep herself from falling.
"Please be gentle, Sir. I'll do whatever you want!" she begged. But the man seemed not to hear her. He plunged his cock deep up her already-sore snatch. His mouth crushed against hers. He rubbed his length deep between her pussy walls as her back slid up and down against the smooth wallpaper. Her hips frantically pressed against him as she lassoed his buttocks with her ankles, making their coupling a little more stable. 'I just have to be totally obedient,' Jalena thought. 'There's no other choice.'
The busty girl moaned, her nipples rings pressed into her tits as Ox fucked her and crushed her at the same time. The Asian man heard grumbles from two men standing behind him as his cock vanished up her cunt again and again and again, to the hilt. She rode that cock hard, her body thrumming with traitorous arousal. Her pussy didn't entirely mind the maddening friction of the Asian's penis slamming home to give her pleasure, time after time.
"Don't hoard her, Feichan. We want our turn!" one of the two men shouted.
Ox glanced behind him at a man who had a phoenix on his chest and another man who had a badger tattoo. Both were rangier, slimmer than Ox, but just as muscle-bound.
With laudable effort Ox managed to turn, his cock still embedded in Jalena's feminine sheath, and presented the girl's puckered anus to his companions. Phoenix poured a small vial of lubricant into the girl's star-shaped hole and then spread more of it up and down his shaft.
'No please! Not again!' Jalena thought. "Please Masters, not my ass!" she squealed. Yet right as she was saying it, Phoenix was plugging her ass up with the bulbous head of his cock, slowly worming his member inside her from behind. She groaned, her body stiffening as her nipples hardened. Her pussy tingled with heat, arousal oddly swamping her body as the exquisite fullness of double penetration filled her in ways she'd never believed possible.
"Oh god! Ohhhhh," was all Jalena could moan, her golden-kissed nakedness now like a puppet on a string between two ravagers. They fucked her brutally, impaling her pussy and anus as if she had no other purpose except to please their awful cocks.
Left out of the action, the badger-tattooed man put a hand at the nape of the girl's neck, forcing her head sideways. "That's right, bitch. You're getting fucked to death tonight. We're ALL going to stick our cocks in every one of your worthless holes until you're no longer conscious." After saying this, Badger forced his tongue between Jalena's startled lips, wresting an added depth of moaning from her poor body as Phoenix slammed his hips forward, impaling her young ass with all his might.
"OOoohhh please, Sirs! I'm so sore!!" she moaned, her plaintive cry intensifying as Ox's testicles shook with the force of each upward, impaling thrust deep up her pussy. The friction was greatly eased by their enjoined fluids now. Her moistening cunt and Ox's cock were like ballet dancers mingling and flying together as one. Ox's knuckles were white, clenched underneath the girl's buttocks and spreading Jalena's butt cheeks wider for his companion's benefit as Phoenix continued to pound her ass.
The gorgeous Latina's moans and groans filled the room like the constant song of a siren.
