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Chapter 169

Four or Dead

Hair falls around my legs. Salma says some vile things to me, but I choose not to listen to her

Olivia's hands are full of needle marks, and she looks so unhealthy. Is she taking drugs? Her auburn hair is thin and lifeless, her whiskey eyes are glazed. Is she high right now?

More hair falls around me and on me. Except for the sound from the clippers, the room is silent. It takes several minutes for Carlos to shave off all my hair

Salma takes a few steps back and flicks her long hair over her shoulders, and laughs hysterically

"Untie her," Carlos says as he goes to the throne and sits on it

Salma follows him, and he makes her kneel between his legs and suck his dick. At least I am not the one who has to do that. I would probably bite his dick off

Two men untie me, grab my arms, and force me to stand

"You are going to kiss the feet of every man in this room while saying, 'Forgive me, Master, for being a stupid whore and letting filthy Lords soil my body.""

I look around the room, there are around fifty men or more. And among

them is my father. My breath catches in my throat when I see how he looks at me like I am the worst thing that could have happened to him

"No," I say. I can't do what Carlos asks me, not when my father is here

Carlos snaps his fingers, and the two men next to me punch me in the stomach. It hurts so badly I scream. They keep hitting until Carlos stops them, and they let go of me. I fall to the floor, and for a few minutes, I am paralyzed by the pain, unable to move. I sob as quietly as I can

"If you don't want another beating, do as I say," Carlos snarls. Salma is still between his legs, her head bobbing up and down, fake moans coming from her

I force myself to get on my knees. Carlos knows he won

"Start with me," Carlos orders me. I crawl to him, and he extends his right foot to me. I am about to kiss the top of his shoe when he stops me. Pushing Salma away from him, he snarls, "Did I tell you to kiss my shoes?"

I remove his shoes and then his socks and dip my head, and he kicks me in the face. I fall on my back. My right cheek throbs with painContent rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Carlos stands and looks at Olivia, who is still recording, he says, "Watch closely what happens to fucking whores!" To me, he says, "Get to your knees!"

He is going to make me suck his dick. I don't know if I can do this

Maybe if I think he is one of my guys?

But they don't want me anymore. I am alone in this

I get on my knees

"Open your mouth!" Carlos orders me next

Disassociate!

Carlos grabs his dick and lets out a jet of piss directly in my mouth, taking me by surprise. I gag and turn my head away from him, and spit and run my palms over my tongue, hoping to get rid of the horrible taste while hot urine gets all over my body

"Next time you spit on my floor, I will make you lick it!" Carlos tells me while he is zipping his pants. "Someone bring some water because I don't plan on letting this bitch kiss my feet smelling like a fucking public toilet."

The urine on my body turns cold fast, making me shiver. Despite me trying to clean my mouth with my hands, the taste of piss is still there, and I feel like vomiting, but I don't dare do so

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Someone brings a bucket of cold water and dumps it over my head. I swallow my shriek

"Begin!" Carlos says

I kiss his right foot first. "Forgive me...." I look up at him. "Could you

tell me again what I have to say?"

"You are not only a whore, but you are a stupid one as well. Forgive me, Master, for being a stupid whore and letting filthy Lords soil my body."

I kiss his right foot again and say the words without giving it much thought. Then, the left one

Carlos makes me kiss his feet a few more times before he kicks me in the ribs. "Now, the others."

I approach the armchair closest to me, a man with white hair sitting in it. I remove his shoes and socks. My mind goes blank

Some men spit on me, while others hit me and call me names. Olivia follows me, recording everything with the phone

Carlos watches from his throne while Salma is back between his legs

I reach the last one, my father

His face is a mask of disgust. Once I am done kissing his feet, he stands and unzips his pants. I close my eyes just as the first stream of piss hits me in the chest. More men join in humiliating me Between my mates, my father, and Carlos, I think I am broken beyond repair. It's like what is happening right now is not real, just part of a weird dream. And when I wake up, I will be far away from here

When they are done with me, more water is thrown on me

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"Bring her here!" Carlos says, and I am dragged to a small metal table with two vertical bars attached to the corners. I am strapped to it, face up, my ankles are cuffed to the ends of the bars forcing my knees to bend and my ass and pussy to be on complete display at the edge of the table

And now I am going to be raped

Carlos comes into my range of view with a leather paddle in his hand

"What a nasty pussy, ruined by the filthy Lords. What Duke would want to fuck that? Right?" he asks while looking at the men. They all agree

He hits my pussy with the paddle hard, making me cry out in pain

Salma, who follows him like a puppy, looks so happy as I am being beaten. His hand raises high above his head, and the paddle lands on my pussy again and again and again until blood runs down my ass. I scream for help and even beg my father for forgiveness. No one steps in to help me

When three names I should forget about escape my lips, Carlos is even more enraged, hitting me all over my body until I lose consciousness

But my torture is far from over, as for the next few hours, I endure more beatings from many men, but none as cruel as that of Carlos