Chapter 4
The entrance fee covered the use of all collared debt whores on the estate. Paula took me to the lobby and used the winch to suspend my cage from the ceiling, setting my mouth and ass at a convenient level to fuck. After less than a minute of hanging there, a line formed, and I had hard, wrapped cocks entering me from both ends, fucking my throat and packing my shit.
Mari stood next to me, her collar chained to my cage, handling the overflow. She looked absolutely stunning. Her black latex dress left her crotch and tits exposed, and Paula’s strap-on dangled between her legs.
When the first onslaught subsided, I heard a familiar voice.
“Isn’t that Carlos Reyes?” said Diego, one of the sicarios from Mateo’s crew. “I heard they cut off his dick and balls when they caught him stealing.” He grabbed my left breast. “Look at that, he even got tits now.”
“It’s fitting that they put him here,” said the other, taller one. I didn’t remember his name. “He’s a jerk and the biggest whoremonger in town. I guess a lot of people want to see him ass-fucked.”
Mari shuffled over to them. “It’s Carlita now,” she said, gently running her hand across my cheek. “Wait until her gag is out. She’s one of the best cocksuckers in the house, and a really nice girl.”
“That’s Carlos, all right.” Diego chuckled. “No balls and still got himself a girlfriend. I have to admit I’m tempted, but I think I’ll fuck her instead.”
“I'll suck your dicks if you want, but I cannot be fucked tonight.” Mari turned around and bent over to show off her butt plug. “As long as I have my Colossus, there’s not enough space down there to stick a dick into my snatch.”
The tall one shrugged. “We can pull that plug.”
Mari gave him her sweetest smile. “I’ve been wearing that thing all day. If you pull it out, my ass will be gaping, and I'll shit everywhere. That’s gonna stink up the place like you wouldn’t believe.”
“Okay,” said Diego, biting his lip as he considered his options. “Then fuck Carlos with that strap-on. Would be fun, seeing his ass wrecked.”
“Who? I see no Carlos.”
He rolled his eyes. “Carlita.”
She grinned, patting my butt through the steel bars of the cage. “I can do that. But her ass is really full, so better stand back.”
I got a pretty decent pounding. Holding the cage with both hands, she thrust into me, stretching my butthole and burying the fat thing inside my ass. A crowd gathered around us, cheering her on, and she gave them a great show.
It must have been a good ten minutes when she finally pulled out, and I managed to squeeze my asshole shut, narrowly avoiding shitting on the tiles. The dildo was shit-streaked, but too big to fit through the ring gag, so I licked along the shaft to clean it as best I could.
“Wow,” said Diego, staring at me. “He– … she licked that shit right off.”
Mari nodded. “We all do. You get it dirty, you suck it clean. That’s the rules.” She moved her hips to make the strap-on bounce and grinned. “Anyone else want their ass fucked? Just drop your pants and bend over the counter.”
“Nah, it’s okay.” Diego grimaced, taking a step back. “I think we’ll go up and watch the game.”
She shuffled after him until her chain snapped taut. “Come back if you change your mind,” she shouted after him, stroking the massive dildo. “I’ll be gentle!”
We spent another hour in the lobby until Paula cut us loose. Still shackled but without the handcuffs and the gag, I followed Mari upstairs. Most of the activity had moved to the upper floor where the guys watched football in the main lounge. Like the rest of the debt whores, we went from guy to guy, sucking dick where requested.
Mari and I were just taking a short break outside in the hallway when her eyes went wide.
“Shit, shit, shit.” She turned toward the wall as a middle-aged man in a suit came up the stairs, dragged by one of the free whores. “That’s my dad,” she whispered after he had disappeared into one of the rooms. “What’s he doing in town?”
“Maybe he’s here on business,” I whispered back, trying to shield her from view. “Does he know you’re here?”
“No. He thinks I’m in jail up north.”
He passed us, then stopped and turned around. “Mari?”
She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. “Hi, Dad.”
He stared at her as she stood there collared, shackled, and practically naked. “W-what’s… this?” he stammered, gesturing vaguely at her bulging tits with the chain connecting her ringed nipples. “What are you doing here?”
“I work here,” she said, blushing. “It’s a long story.”
The vein in his neck pulsed, and it took him a moment to process. “You’re a goddamn whore now?” he shouted, his face turning a shade of pink. “Do you have no shame?”
“Stop staring at my tits, Dad,” said Mari, nervously tugging at her nipple chain. “Does Mom know you’re going to the whores?”
He slapped her faster than I could react. She stumbled back, falling on her plugged ass. I stepped in front of him, holding him back. He clocked me on the chin for my trouble, but I stood my ground.
“Get out of the way, you freak,” he yelled, trying to push past me.
Miguel appeared from behind the corner, his silver Beretta tucked in his waistband. “Do we have a problem here?”
“That’s her dad,” I said, helping Mari up. “Unhappy reunion.”
“Ah.” Miguel reached for the grip of his gun. “Touch her again and you’re dead, asshole. She’s one of my best earners, and if you think you can raise a hand against her, we’re gonna have a problem.”
Mari’s dad raised his hands in defense. “I-I… I’m sorry. I’ll go.”
Miguel nodded toward one of his goons. “Make sure he finds the way out.”
We watched him hurry down the stairs, almost stumbling over his own feet. Mari clung to my side, her hand still trembling. I put my arm around her.
“You’re the best, Carlita,” she said. “God! Nobody pisses me off like my dad.”
Next to us, the door to room seventeen opened, and Paula stuck her head out, wearing nothing but a pair of stained yellow rubber gloves. “You two have been saving your shit, right?”
We both nodded.
She paused, staring at us. “What’s up? Did something happen?”
Mari took a deep breath. “Nah, it’s fine. What do you need?”
“You’re gonna love this.” Paula smirked, making her gloves snap. “I need you to shit on this guy here. He paid for a double dose, and I’m all out.”
“Come on, bestie,” Mari said. She reached between my buttocks, pushing her finger up my asshole. “Let’s go and pull my plug. I don’t know about you, but I feel like taking a dump.”