Page 17 of Destroyed

I look at him, thankfully my disgust isn't showing because of the facepaint and cloak I have on. He has his cloak pulled down and I can see his horrible receding hairline. His pudgy face is covered in a hideous application of clown makeup. I don’t have time to reply before the sound of the girl's screaming turns slightly muffled, causing me to look back over at her. The pillory contraption makes sense now that I can see her in it. Her hands and head are in the front part and her lower belly and hip area are enclosed by the second board, with her ass sticking out the back. Her knees are bent on the bottom board, and there looks tobe a spreader bar that keeps her legs open completely. An open-mouthed gag is wrapped around her head, holding her mouth from closing.

If I didn’t hear her begging not to be brought in, my dick would have been hard already. This is what I usually would love to watch, consensually of course. The sounds of cheering erupt from a table next to me, causing all eyes to land on a tall cloaked man with what looks to be an evil pumpkin painted on his face. His smile makes the painted face look ten times creepier. He walks over to the stage and hops up on it before standing in front of the girl and dropping his cloak to the ground. Her eyes widen as she takes in his completely naked form and the thick cock jutting out right towards her face. She starts to shake her head back and forth in an attempt to say no but he grabs her head and shoves his cock to the back of her throat, effectively silencing what little sound she was able to make. He fucks her face brutally, causing tears, drool, and snot to run down and land on the floor at his feet.

The sounds of more cheers erupt from another table and another man jumps onto the stage and positions himself behind the girl. He keeps his cloak on but I can see his pudgy dick sticking through the front opening. He spits a glob of saliva onto her asscrack before shoving himself inside her in one go. I’m in a trance and can't look away. More cheers erupt around the room and another man comes up and shoves his fingers into the girl's ass while the other man is still fucking her relentlessly. The first man pulls his dick out of her mouth and proceeds to paint her face with his cum before slapping her a few times. He then holds her head still so another man can fuck her mouth some more.

Nausea engulfs me and I feel myself sway. A large hand grabs mine, dragging me back through the doors we initially walked through and into the dimly lit hallway. Both doors slam back closed behind us.

“Xavier, Xavier!” I hear before the sharp sting of Andre slapping my face hits me.

“Fuck,” I say coming out of my momentary panic attack and rubbing my jaw.

Andre shakes me slightly, “You okay man? You almost passed the fuck out in there.”

“Yeah, I’m just…” my voice trails off and I pat my pocket looking for my pills.

Andre sighs. “I know man. You know the rules. We can’t fuck with anything down here. Let's keep looking around for Sasha. She’s got to be around here somewhere.”

I nod my head at him before dry swallowing a Xanax. We round two more corners before we come upon another set of double doors with the same triangle above. Andre doesn't hesitate before sliding the card and walking through. This room is identical in size to the first one except there are multiple poker tables throughout. We snag two open seats and sit before I glance around. This time I’m a little more cautious with my glances. The women walking around are all completely naked and dripping with diamond necklaces, belly chains, bracelets, and even anklets. Every one of them has a diamond ball gag in her mouth. Clearly, this place has a preference. A blonde turns around towards our table holding a tray of drinks and I recognize her immediately. Sasha walks towards us and holds out the tray in the offering. I grab her wrist before I can stop myself, whispering her name under my breath. Her eyes go wide and she steps back.

A firm hand lands on my shoulder, causing me to look up at a burly man in a suit. “You know the rules. No touching without payment. And everything happens in the specialty rooms where they can be viewed.”

The familiar nausea creeps up. Andre cuts in, “Sorry sir, he's my invitee. His taste is geared more towards voyeuristictendencies. He’s just choosing one for me ain’t that right?” he asks, nudging my shoulder.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, she’s the one. Pretty and petite, just how we like them,” I reply while masking my disgust with a smile. The guy smiles wide and nods towards a back door before turning and walking away. Sasha starts to back away with a look of terror in her eyes, but Andre jumps up and snatches her wrist, pulling her against him.

“Don’t even fucking think about going anywhere princess,” he whispers low enough for only us to hear. He then proceeds to flip her in front of him and walk her towards the back doors. I get up quickly and follow behind but as we walk through the doors, my vision blurs a little. I shake my head and continue inside to find a small hall with a door lined up on one side and lounge recliners on the other.

Andre pushes the first door open on the right side and shoves Sasha through before turning towards me. “You coming?” Dizziness hits me again.

“Fuck, I don’t feel so great Andre, I think I’m going to sit down for a bit.”

He narrows his eye at me. “How many of those pills did you fucking take Xavier?”

“Just a few,” is all the response I can muster as I fall into the chair and lean my head back with my eyes closed.

“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll make this quick. And Xavier?” I open my eyes and look at him. “We are going to have to talk about this shit - your problem- when we get back with the guys.”

He doesn't give me a chance to respond before the door slams closed. Fucking dick needs to mind his own business. I don't have a damn problem. I’m perfectly fine.

After a few minutes, the dizziness seems to subside so I decide to open my eyes again. I’m met with a TV monitor screen above the room Andre took Sasha in. How did I miss that when Icame in? I can see Andre on the screen. He has Sasha bent over and his large body is completely covering her. Did this fucker really decide to screw Sasha while getting intel? Well..whatever. ‘One man’s trash is another man’s treasure,’ or however that saying goes.

He might as well get as much pussy as he can before Daddy dearest marries him off to the highest bidder. I chuckle at my joke and nausea hits me, making me close my eyes and lean my head back again.

Before I know it, I’m being jolted awake by Andre slapping my cheek. “Get the fuck up. We need to leave.”

“Unnecessary.” If I didn’t still feel like shit I would punch him in the dick. I look over and see Sasha still standing there with a look of worry on her face.

“Your services are no longer required princess,” Andre drawls out with casual indifference. He doesn’t even look her direction as he says it. A scowl covers her face before she turns on her heel and walks out the door, the diamonds on her belly chain glittering above her asscheeks. Andre hauls me up, and we follow back through the poker room and into the main hall. She disappears through some other door.

“Way to get your dick wet while gathering intel you dirty motherfucker,” I chuckle. Andre turns towards me and glares but doesn’t respond. Why is everyone so damn uptight? Maybe another night out will calm them down. Preferably without Riley’s sister showing up. My thoughts lead to Corrine and how sexy she looked moving on the dance floor. How her hips swayed so perfectly.

Then she had to touch me. She called me a fucking butterfly.

My mood immediately sours and I’m thrown back to reality when we push back into the main casino. We walk out the front doors and I inhale the fresh clean air. Andre leans against the wall and pulls his cell phone out.

“Andre, I’m…”

“Don’t,” he says, stopping me from the apology I was about to give him. “Not now.”

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