Suddenly she heard footsteps entering the room followed almost immediately by a girl screaming. Opening her eyes, she saw one chubby-looking girl with boobs the size of big grapefruit being roughly pulled out of the group on her hair by a guy bigger than the ones guiding them. The other girls screamed crawling towards her as though to avoid being picked up.
Pushing her onto a table with her boobs pressed into the table, he stood behind her and spread her legs open with his. Then pinning her down with one hand as the helpless girl thrashed about, he undid his belt and pulled down his jeans with the other hand. The next thing she saw was an organ as big as her wrist. Now while she had seen pictures and graphical illustrations of this, she had never seen a live adult manhood before. And right then, she cringed in fear of what was about to happen as she didn't want to believe the huge veiny monster rod would fit into the young girl's virgina.
Without bothering about lubrication or whatever, the huge man pushed his rod into the young girl's virgina from behind and began to ride her like he was gonna pull her cervix out with his monster rod. This was every girl's worst nightmare and here she was witnessing a girl like her being molested. As the girl screamed in agony, Alexis joined other girls to cry and shout in empathy. The sight can only be compared to a male turkey mounting a hen.
This went on for about five minutes as the monster continued to pound into the girl. Blood could be seen mixed with other fluid on his manhood as it went in and out of her at a fast tempo. Then grunting in a way that suggested satisfaction, Otis saw him grab and pull her hair as though he was gonna pull it off her scalp. The girl screamed likewise other girls who all knew how painful it was to get their hair pulled in that way.
After about a minute of much slower thrusting, the demon finally pulled out of the girl just in time for her eyes to catch the sight of excess cum running down her legs. The poor girl lay still on the table crying.
Just when she thought it was over, the demon pulled her up by her hair, spun her around, and tried shoving his blood and cum coated manhood into her mouth for her to lick up. This man must have originated from hell directly, thought as the helpless girl was forced to open her mouth when he screamed at her. By now she like the other girls held their bodies more in fear than in covering the nakedness.
She watched in shock as the girl with tears in her eyes and weakness all over her body was forced to clean the man up. After which the man flung her back to the group. The girl landed by Otis' side. All the while other men in the room had remained silent watching the show in a rather entertaining way.
The other girl kept on crying while avoiding looking at the violated girl, stopped crying out loud, and was more interested in the girl being okay. The violated girl wasn't crying anymore as she lay quietly on the floor. Her nursing instincts kicked in and she moved closer holding the violated girl with the girl grabbing onto her with force like she was already drifting off into the other world and needed that hand to stay alive.
Otis holding onto the hand desperately wanted to say something to her, but what does one say to a girl who has just been violated to the point of death? Moving much closer, she pulled the girl towards her, lifted her head off the cold floor, and placed it on her lap as she began to rub the girl's shoulder in a comforting manner.
"Are you hurt? Where does it hurt? Are you in pain?… Of course dumb ass, she's hurt, everywhere hurts and she's in pain. Just shut the hell up" This was the conversation going on between her heart and her brain. Suddenly a voice she never realized the owner had been in the room spoke from one corner jolting all the attention. Only the violated girl remained on the floor without moving.
"Bunch of newbies. I guess y'all enjoyed the show?" Otis heard a female voice speak with a British accent. Looking in that direction, she saw a woman who unknown to her (them) was sitting on a chair in one corner. Walking towards them, she wondered how a young lady obviously in her early thirties would comfortably supervise a young girl being violated in that manner.
The slender-skinned lady, with dreads that hung beautifully to the side of her head, had on what were expensive glasses. Lips-painted purple, white shirt neatly tucked in her knee length skin tight black skirt, she wore inches Christian Louboutin black heels.
The room was immediately thrown into silence as only the sound of her stilettoes could be heard as she walked towards them from her seat.
"My name is Viola, and y'all will call and refer to me as Madame," she said, pausing as if to ensure their attention was focused on her. Then she looked scornfully at the violated girl and then at Otis who was nursing the girl before she continued.
"Now, I am gonna be as clear as possible so pay attention. Y'all are in no doubt wondering where you are and what your situation seems to be. Well, you are in safe hands. Safe hands only if you want our hands to be safe. You're in the custody of the establishment known as The Hornets."
Most of the girls began to cry
"Shut your trap, sissies" she screamed out. You don't speak or make a sound unless called upon. Y'all listen to and follow my instructions and we're good. The scene y'all just witnessed is a walk in the park as compared to what would be the reward of any act of insolence" She paused, letting the message sink in
Every year, our top clients from around the globe converge in Cantina for an auction of the best products we can provide for them. The event comes up in a week meaning I've got just 6 days to train y'all in the highest forms of sexual activities and satisfaction. While you were passed out, we ran a check on y'all and we already know the innocent ones amongst y'all. Well, that's an advantage to the establishment because we paid good money for your innocence.
For the next six days, y'all be taught how to be submissive to the sexual desires of you
r potential masters and mistresses.