Little Doll (8 page)

Now, however
, I no longer felt honored. I felt a sickening dread that the wives in this place could be more a threat to my life than the males might be.

Who were these people? Bored rich folk with sick sexual fetishes?
Their eyes travelled over my body, showing no signs of shame nor feeling the need to help me from the horror story I was living. Every man and woman in the room was as sinister and calculating as Hector and Juan.

***

The music became softer and the lights dimmed, the atmosphere changing from relaxed to that of anticipation. Sophia led me to the side of the room where Aiden had been standing earlier but he was now no longer in sight.

The coffee table I had
knelt on was now being removed by two of Hector’s men and the guests milled and shuffled around as if expecting a show. Two of the girls dressed in white lingerie now stood either side of Hector, warm enticing smiles on their pretty faces. It still puzzled me as to why they looked as though they worshipped the ground the bastard walked on. He only added to the confusion by wrapping an arm around each girl with an affection I had not seen from him before.

“
Ladies and gentlemen, as you all know, tonight is about indulging the senses with the glorious nature of the female body. To be deprived of it would surely make this a truly awful and, in my eyes, uninhabitable world.”

The smirk on his face was enough to make me vomit. Just who did he think he was?

“You know I only offer the finest of
experiences to my guests, so, without further ado, a show to get you in the mood and to whet your appetites.”

Hector stepped back and
the girls turned to face each other. He drew them closer together and urged them to their knees, stroking each other’s hair playfully.

The girls edged closer together
and their lips came into contact. The kissing began slowly and tenderly, then quickened into deep and passionate tongue caressing. The audience remained still, transfixed by the show in front of them and the anticipation of what was going to transpire next. Even I was rooted to the spot at the scene unfolding before me.

Both
girls were now eagerly rubbing and caressing each other’s breasts, white lace lingerie slowly being pulled away from erect nipples. Their mouths opened only so they could take turns licking and sucking, audible gasps escaping their moist lips. The girls' hands began exploring the exposed golden-tanned skin on offer in a convincing display of desire and lust that had even me slightly intrigued.

When t
hey pulled each other's panties to the side and began rhythmically stroking each other's sex, it elicited a chorus of moans and heavy breathing. Their sounds of pleasure were clearly audible throughout the room yet I was still unsure if it was staged or if they were actually enjoying being such exhibitionists.

The crowd gasp
ed and shifted closer to the sexually charged action as the girl on the left pushed the other back and slowly climbed on top of her wearing an animalistic expression. Long hair fell over her shoulders as she became the dominating lover straddling the lap of her opponent, gyrating in a slow circular motion. She viciously ripped her prey's bra straps down over her shoulders so that her heavy breasts fell out on full display. Cupping each breast in her small hand, she sucked greedily on the nipples before shuffling down over the girl’s legs.

Her l
ace panties stood no chance as they were pulled down to reveal moist pink lips, the dominatrix taking her time eyeing off the aroused sex in front of her, then addressing it with her lips and tongue. The girl receiving pleasure writhed and moaned against her impending orgasm, her hips rising to meet the possessive mouth of her lover.

Sophia jerked
on the chain, pulling me out of my shock.

“Your turn,”
she said, her voice dripping with ice.

She pulled
on the chain again, urging me to follow as she spun on her toes, her lustrous dark hair fanning out as she did.

Had she been smoking something? Digging my heels deeper into the lush carpet
I refused to move even an inch. Sophia whipped around, her eyes ablaze with a wild fury, her face only inches away from mine.

“Have you
never been with a woman?” she asked, sensual curiosity playing in her eyes, yet she failed to hide the venomous undertone in her voice. Fuck, she was one scary woman!

“What?
No, I haven’t, ever!” I stammered.

“Now is your time then
, chica,” she laughed a little, her small smile adding a wealth of beauty to her usually sour expression. Her tone softened, the stark contrast in her demeanor catching me off guard. “Follow my lead, I won’t hurt you,” she said reassuringly.

“I can
’t do this. I - I won’t do
this
,” I said in a small voice that threatened to break. The whole thing was ludicrous and there was no way in hell I was going to be thrown in that bull ring. 

Sophia leaned in and whispered quickly so only I could hear,
her tone laced with disdain.

“
Don’t be stupid enough to think you have a choice in the matter. Hector will not hesitate to have you humiliated in front of all these people.”

“
What are you talking about? This
is
humiliation!” I stressed. This might be a common occurrence for them at their sick parties, but it certainly wasn’t normal where I came from.

She laughed
mockingly, her eyes narrowing to small slits. “Chica," she whispered, "you have not seen the humiliation Hector is well known for. His reputation is built on it. He doesn’t care about your tears or your screams. He only cares that your spirit is broken in front of as many people as possible. Each and every person in this place will have you against your will… do unspeakable things to you. You won't be able to walk, talk or feel human for a very long time after.
That
is humiliation. The only other option to this… is death. Is that what you want? 'Cause I don’t.”

She couldn’t hide the sadness in her eyes and I wondered if she had known this
humiliation experience first-hand. I suddenly felt for the girl in front of me. While the other girls appeared to be living the dream, I feared Sophia had been a victim initially before becoming trapped in this hell.

In my peripheral
vision, I saw a flicker of movement. It was Aiden.

Relief flooded
through me knowing he was still here. But as quickly as I was relieved, hope plummeted when I saw him walking toward the door with two identically dressed men following close behind.

Despite everything that was going on, m
y curiosity was piqued and I wondered briefly why they were leaving in such haste.

As if
reading my thoughts, Aiden stopped abruptly, causing the men behind him to almost crash into his back. Turning his face toward me, he paused for a few seconds whilst holding my gaze. His troubled expression caught me off-guard as his brows knitted together. Was it with guilt?

With seeming reluctance, he turned back around to head through the door guarded by Carlos.

Knowing what was about to occur, I didn’t know if I should be pleased he wouldn’t witness the sickening act or fearful that my one source of hope and safeguard was now abandoning
me.

Sophia nudged my shoulder roughly
with her bony fingers to regain my focus. She had been watching me intently, fuming that I wasn’t paying attention to her words of warning.

Over two dozen sets of eyes followed
our progression, watching our every move, studying our subservient expressions and eyeing our bodies off with a lustful anticipation.

“And now,”
said Hector, having crawled back from under his rock to make the announcement, “watch our beauty in action. And remember, she could be yours very soon.”

Fucking asshole!

My legs wobbled unsteadily from the fear and I couldn’t help but think I resembled a little calf being led to slaughter. My nerves threatened to betray me as I stood as still as a statue in front of the guests. Sophia spoke gently into my ear, but I could barely hear a word. Her soft hand on my shoulder instructed me to kneel on the carpet before her. She mirrored my position, appearing to have no sense of unease or hesitation, like this was a regular Saturday night occurrence for her.

Sophia’s gaze
penetrated mine but, instead of giving yet another stern warning, her milk chocolate eyes were silently pleading for me to obey. The look was somewhere between tropical sun and arctic water.

She let go of the chain and it hung loosely around our knees.
It was beginning.

Her hands clasp
ed mine, but only briefly before her index and middle fingers began a slow sensual trail up my arms. The tip of her tongue traced the fullness of her lips leaving behind a glimmering shine.

Sophia’s hands rested briefly on my shoulders before they made their way to my neck, gently massaging,
but it did nothing to ebb my fear. I heard a clicking metal sound, then a jingle. Sophia had removed my collar, apparently trusting me enough in a situation where all I wanted to do was claw everyone’s eye balls out. With the shackle no longer between us, she moved closer on her knees until I could feel her warm breath against my face. Leaning forward a fraction she brushed her newly wet lips tentatively against mine. The gentle pressure increased until her tongue had parted my lips and had found its way into my mouth. I didn’t know how far she would expect me to go or what I would be forced to do but inside I was panicking to a point of no return.

She pulled away and I opened my eyes to the room spinning around me. Sweat trickled down my temples and my lungs felt like all
the air had been sucked from them. It wasn’t until Sophia pulled my bra straps down, revealing my breasts for all in the room to see, did she realize just how bad my state actually was. My stomach churned unhappily and I felt my body grow weak.

Sophia’s
lips travelled up my cheek to my ear.

“Breathe,”
she whispered. Her tone wasn’t for caring, again, it was a warning.

I hadn’t even realiz
ed I had been holding my breath because I didn’t think I had any left inside me. Sophia’s perfectly shaped brow creased together and her grip became vice like.

As soon as I
released the air from my lungs, the room began to warp and my head spun like an out of control vortex. The faces in the crowd became a blur as nausea set in and my eyelids sank heavily.

‘Lie down,”
Sophia ordered, a sudden flicker of panic crossing her beautiful brown eyes.

Her voice seemed so far away as
it echoed in my head, yet I knew she was close as everything went dark.

***

Mascara-stained tears fell on my cleavage, leaving long jagged rivers of black over my white skin.

Hector
’s rage was beyond incandescent as he dragged me through the hall, back to my prison. I had been spared the humiliation Sophia has threatened earlier, but I feared what was in store for me now. Hector would show no mercy, my pleading would mean nothing except act as an accelerant for him to continue delivering the pain. That much I knew. What I didn’t know was how exactly this would occur.

B
ack in the main room, the guests had witnessed a composed, calm Hector, who even had the audacity to make his potential buyers share a laugh at my misfortune. However, when the door closed behind us, separating him and me from the bemused faces on the other side and safely out of earshot, I felt the wrath he had tried desperately to conceal.

The back of h
is hand smashed against my cheek, the brutal force leaving me dazed and with an incessant ringing in my ear. He grasped my elbows as my weak legs folded beneath me. He wasn’t saving me from landing heavily on the tiles; it was just a rehearsed move for his next assault. Once I was somewhat steady on my feet again, Hector’s right arm curled, his fist smashing into my stomach just under my rib cage.

Doubled over in excruciating pain, coughing
and wheezing desperately for air wasn’t enough to appease the animal before me. In a rage, he picked me up and threw my limp body against the wall so hard I felt and heard the drywall fracture from the force.

Sinking to my knees, I watched Hector’s raging face as he raised his fist and brought
it crashing down onto my jaw. He didn’t care that I was a woman. He didn’t take it easy on me because I was smaller and weaker than him. He beat me like he was in a ring fighting a man equal to his own. Blood filled my mouth instantly and I could feel my lip was split, courtesy of his large rings. Hector’s hand gripped my neck in a choke hold, his snarling lips twitching with unadulterated fury, beady black eyes penetrating my own.

“Tell me something
,” he demanded, his menacing tone ice cold. “Is it in your nature to be defiant? Are you so arrogant and prideful you don’t care what happens to you?”

“I’m sorry,”
I gasped but the sound was barely audible. It wasn’t my fault I had blacked out. I couldn’t control what happened to me in this place so I failed to see the reasoning behind his aggression.