━ And now what? She has ordered us to present her with the new female slave tomorrow. How, for the love of god, you could not recognize a fucking tranny? Are you a fag yourself, or what?
I heard one of the men speaking angrily as the door to my cell opened. Two bald men with tattoos, in black clothes and leather heavy-boots, entered. They turned the bright light on, and I felt knives piercing my eyeballs. They both looked at me with disgust. Somehow it didn’t stop them from raping me for hours the day before.
━ Fuck! You stupid cunt, that twat is useless! ━ The man was visibly furious and lost it, shouting frantically. His voice filled me with fear. I heard his tone and I knew it won’t be okay. He’s going to hurt me. I felt unbearable pain. He kicked me in the stomach, in anger.
━ Stop it. You fucked him up enough. The whore is barely breathing and looks ugly as fuck with all the blood. If he’ll kick the bucket and start rotting here, we’re even more screwed, than we already are.
━ Won’t it be for the best? It’s not like we can let him go. She has told us to bring a pussy. She can sell a pussy. Not a fucking girl-cock. If we say we didn’t find anything, we’re not getting paid, but if she gets mad with us, she’s going to get rid of us two as well.
━ Dumbass. If we fuck it up, we’re not only not getting paid for this job. We’re sacked. We fucked it up good, mutilating that twat so much. She, he, it or whatever – you must admit it was a piece of ass yesterday. And you know they say. A fag is better at giving head than a woman. Nothing to be ashamed of.
Sleazy laughter would have disgusted me if I wasn’t so desensitized. They were right. I was barely breathing. Nevertheless, my brain knew it was a live-or-die moment. I knew that this man, a disgusting psychopath, who was beating me just the same yesterday, was my only chance.
They stopped talking for a while, apparently weighing their options, taxing me carefully with their eyes.
━ I… I can… I am…
━ What are you mumbling down there, fag?
I wanted to say something, to save myself. There was too much blood in my throat, and I must have bit my tongue which was too swollen to allow me to speak clearly.
━ I am good… At giving head. I will do… everything.
They burst into laughter. As humiliating as it was, I knew it was a beam of hope for me. I knew I could anger them and they would start beating me again. This time, I don’t think I’d survive it.
━ Fuck it, it’s too late anyway. We got to work with what we have. Let’s wash him and take him. Perhaps she’ll be in a good mood and even pay us something. I’ve to say that this fag’s mouth was pretty good to me, yesterday.
The Mistress
I couldn’t walk properly, so I was dragged to another cell. It had a cracked mirror and an old, rusty faucet. One of the men, the one that wanted to sell me, left me on the floor and handed me some soap
━ You! If the woman that ordered you will not pay for you, you’re done. We’ll have fun with your holes for a night or two and you’ll be disposed of. And it won’t be quick… I can be creative, trust me. You’ll suffer. Better make yourself presentable. Wash and I’ll bring you something to wear.
There was no sleaziness or sheer creepiness in him anymore. He was cold. I knew he meant what he said.
I did my best, despite the water being icy cold and the bruises covering my body. They brought me the most whorish, cheap outfit they could find and an inexpensive makeup kit. I was wearing white, shiny platform heels, fishnet stockings, and a pink latex dress. My face, swollen under a thick layer of foundation, lipstick, and eyeliner, looked deformed. I looked like a caricature. A cheap prostitute. They bound me, put a bag over my head, and put me in a trunk.
They drove me to her and dragged me to her mansion on a leash. We didn’t come inside. Some calm man dressed all in black told us that she was going to meet us in a garden. I saw her approaching. It was a woman in her late thirties. She was on her own, without any security. She wore jeans and a grey t-shirt. Yet, now I was even more afraid. There was something in my owner-to-be face. Something unsettling. She clenched her jaw tightly and barely blinked. I knew that she won’t bother with trying to look or behave intimidating like the men who captured me. It was obvious that she was in charge.
━ Ma’am. There were some issues. We have a good product for you, she can make good money. I know you value variety. We’re not expecting full payment for that one, of course.
The woman seemed completely unaffected by his words. She gave me a quick look, and I could see a slight trace of disgust on her.
━ You’re late. And you bring me a tranny. I don’t even want to hear how did it happen. You’re lucky I let you in. I want a real one tomorrow. You can leave me this one, I’ll make use of her, but you’re not getting paid for that joke of a whore.
━ Yes Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am. It won’t happen again.
They left instantly. I felt a little satisfaction seeing these cruel men, who hurt me so much, being afraid. I collected the courage to look at my new owner. She calmly walked towards me, looking at me like a predator looks at the prey.
━ On your knees.
I immediately obeyed her. She grabbed me by my neck painfully, choking me.
━ You belong to me now. You’re property. You don’t speak unless asked. When I say something, you follow the orders immediately. You’re a person anymore, but a set of holes to make me money. Understood?
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