Chapter 12

Manuel took them across the hallway to another small room, much like the one they left, except this room was without beds. Its only furniture was a low table. Ropes dangled from the ceiling and the floor was littered with odds and ends, most of it unidentifiable to Renee.

"You," Manuel took Renee's arm, "get on the table."

Renee wanted to say no. She was trembling and she was afraid. But something stronger than her own will was moving her. She sat on the edge of the table which was barely higher than her hips.

"Lie down!"

Obediently she stretched out on the table and, under the urging of his hands, rolled over onto her belly.

His hands, the touch of them was enough to send shivers of passion through her body. It seemed like forever that they kind been touching her, feeling her, making her do things.

Manuel was rummaging around the floor. Finally he found what he wanted and walked over to stand in front of her. It was a belt. A piece of broad leather that tapered down to a narrow tongue. He held the brass buckle in his hand as he stepped close to Renee.

His cock dangled at a level with her face. It was so close she smelled the odor of stale semen and urine. Blue veins as thick as pencils wandered around it, clasped it, throbbed to a heavy, pulsating beat.

Already the saliva poured unbidden into her mouth. She caught the dangling prick between her lips and sucked it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and some of the tension left her body as she manipulated the big, soft rod with her tongue--as her lips played the smooth object like a flute, sliding up and down its length.

It was a blessed relief. Renee wanted to sob as the terrible hunger of her body for the drug receded into the background.

Her whole body became involved in the sucking of Manuel's thick, brown rod. Every muscle loosened and contracted in time to the hot movements of her mouth and lips and tongue. A sort of pleasant, comfortable fog settled over her mind and Renee was able to stop thinking, stop feeling anything but that rubbery muscle swelling and pulsing in her mouth.

Suddenly she screamed, as much in shock as agony!

A searing pain cut across her buttocks and nipped her thigh. She tried to pull her head away from Manuel cock, but he held it there with his free hand. In his other hand he dangled the belt, like a long, flaccid, thin penis waiting to be revived.

"Don't bite, leetle one," he hissed. "Be very careful. Very careful or I will lock you in a leetle room with the snakes and the crawling creatures. And no one will visit you there. You understand, no?"

Renee tried to mumble around his fat penis. Finally nodded her head.

"Bueno!"

Wide-eyed, staring into the thin black hair on Manuel's belly, she began sucking anxiously at his cock which seemed to have blown up twice its usual size at the first blow of the belt. Maybe, if she did well, he wouldn't hit her again. Maybe.

The second blow was lighter. Just a soft leather slap that warmed her rear. She jerked against Manuel, ramming his cock all the way into her throat, feeling the soft head filling her and making her gag for an instant.

And then Manuel found his swing. Faster and faster, harder the blows rained down on her ass. Each time the belt hit it found a more tender place, until Renee was whimpering continually around Manuel's throbbing meat.

"Spread your legs!" he ordered.

Inside, Renee cringed. It was too much. She couldn't. Her body wouldn't obey her. Manual spoke to Fran. Renee listened to him order the blonde girl to do it for her.

Then she felt Fran's warm, slender hands on her ankles, moving her legs further and further apart until they were pulled wide open and her sweaty crack was quivering, exposed to the cold air of the room.