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.
Harder she lunged against Manuel. Harder and harder.
And then she was a raven tressed butterfly pinned to the collector's board by Manuel's needle of love, pumping his cream into her. Filling her with something better than heroin as she cried out for one last time before slipping into unconsciousness again.
She woke later to the sharp prick of a needle. She was back on her cot, lashed to it again. Manuel was bending over her, pushing the plunger home.
"No!" she cried.
"Don't worry, leetle one. You try to please Manuel. I see that. So I give you both your rewards. Manuel is very nice. You'll see." He smiled and took the needle out and patted her.
"Now you will feel no pain, leetle one. No pain at all."
Renee rose on a pink cloud that carried her outside her body. While she felt each twinge and ache, Manuel was right. There was no pain. For a long time she floated in space, staring at the ravished body that had once been hers, tenderly caressing the red welts that streaked the once satiny white skin.
But it wasn't her body anymore, was it? It was Manuel's. That didn't seem quite right. But, and she giggled, somehow Manuel had two bodies now and she had none. And she laughed to think that he was in the poor, suffering little girl body with the black hair curling in a long pony tail almost to the angry red butt. It served him right.
It served him damn good and right!