"You know," Manuel was saying casually, "the people outside, they will not be so good about providing for you. I mean," a pained expression crossed his face, "take my friend, Mr. Heroin. You think anyone out there will give him to you? No!" Manuel emphatically shook his head.
"No," he whispered. "Out there they put you in a leetle room with bars. And they make you go, how you say, cold turkey."
When Renee shivered this time, it was with fear. Not to have a shot? She'd die. She couldn't do it! Longingly she stared at the door. But she knew that already it was too late.
Manuel's voice droned on and on and she fidgeted, first on one foot and then the other. She was starting to hurt. Her stomach was cramped and the muscles were being drawn out of her flesh like cold wires.
"Please!" Fran ran forward a few short steps and wrapped her arms around Manuel's legs. "Please!" the blonde girl cried. Tears flowed from her eyes, wetting her cheeks, dripping down on her breasts.
"Un momento, senorita." Manuel chastised her for interrupting him.
Ploddingly he droned on, watching Renee furtively. She wanted to plead, to beg. She would have done almost anything for that needle. She couldn't go out the door, anymore. If only he wasn't waiting for her to beg, expecting it.
She stood and stared at the bright square of light at the window while she died ten times over – waiting, just lasting to the moment she could endure no longer.
"Please, Renee," Fran sobbed. "Ask him."
Wordlessly, Renee held out her arm.
"I tell you, leetle one, today I have only enough for one of you. That one who pleases me the most, she shall have it."
"Please you… How?" Renee measured the words out.
Manuel snickered. "You know how you must please me, don't you, chica?" And he patted Fran's head. "Don't you, leetle one?"
Fran whimpered and started undressing Manuel. Renee watched for a moment, and then the last vestige of her resolve was gone and she hurried forward to help the blonde girl strip their keeper.
CHAPTER TWELVE
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. Manuel 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.
It was almost as if her legs, her body didn't belong to her anymore. She couldn't control them – tell them to close themselves. But she could feel there stretched out and out and out.
Manuel ran his hand over the soft globes of Renee's ass. She quivered as his hand caressed the glowing redness where the belt had struck. The movement lighted his cock on fire.
Taking up the belt, he slammed it down on the soft, red flesh. Only this time, the narrow tip curled along the curve of her ass and lashed against the tender inside of her white thigh.
Renee cried outs but Manuel's hand was twined in her long, black hair and she couldn't move. The belt snapped across her butt again, and this time it didn't miss. The uncurling leather rippled in a hot flame that smashed against the tender lips of her cunt.
Close to unconsciousness, Renee held back the tears stubbornly. Her whole ass was on fire and now this. Why was he doing it? Wasn't it enough that he could do what he wanted with her? Wasn't fucking her enough? she cried to herself.
The belt flailed down again and again and she could tell the way he drove his cock into her mouth, the way it flared, when his probing belt slapped her tender slit, that Manuel was enjoying her pain.
She sobbed out loud as the pain engulfed her. And then she was sliding into darkness.
When she woke, Renee was on her back staring at the ceiling. Manuel was panting in her ear and a delicious agony was radiating through her body from her tender cunt.
Manuel lurched against her and she cried out in agony. His rod plunged into her burning depths, her smarting vagina tried to retreat, and then her burning, blistered ass hit the table and she plunged her hips into the air carrying Manuel up on his imbedded prick.
"Bueno!" he cried. "Muy bueno." And he drove his prick in deeper and harder.
Tears poured from Renee's eyes. She couldn't stand it – and she couldn't stop. Her body tingled with pleasure as that pulsing prick bored into her. Even when her burning ass quivered in agony, the rest of her thrilled to darts of pleasure.