Mohammed's words rang in the air. "We'll start with a demonstration of their pain tolerance and breast sensitivity." He started with the redhead next to Lucy, bringing the damn riding crop down across the underside of her small breasts. "As you can see, Penny is exceptionally responsive to pain." Her blood-curdling scream went on for so long that Hannah threw her hands over her ears to block it out.
Jake ripped her hands from her ears, pinning her arms painfully behind her back and forcing her to listen to every tragic moment. The torturer's next swipe had the end of the crop flicking against Penny's nipple before he moved to repeat his demonstration on Lucy.
When he moved on to Mia, Hannah could see her best friend trying to rally enough anger to deal with what was happening to her against her will, but when the leather tip of the crop slapped Mia's nipples over and over, her bravery crumbled and she screamed a long, forlorn cry of pain.
When the last of the five women had been cropped, Hannah let out a sigh, hoping the worst was over.
It wasn't.
Jake's demonic employee took his time, running his long fingers almost sensually down each woman's flat stomach to stroke their now on-display pussy until the captive would moan, a reluctant physical response to his manipulation of their clit. He roughly stroked each pussy as if to prove to prospective buyers that, despite their debasement, the women could be made to become sexually excited.
One by one, Mohammed brought each woman to near orgasm, only to stop short of delivering any satisfaction. Instead, he moved his juice-covered fingers to each woman's mouth, humiliating each of them by making them suck their own sexual excitement from his digits before he moved down the line.
When he had finished with his last victim, his remote control came back out, forcing the women's bodies into new, embarrassing contortions meant to humiliate and scare them.
It was working.
The next long bar came up slightly in front of the line of strung-up women. Before it was fully locked in place, their arms were pulled forward, bringing them off the supporting rail at their backs and thrusting them forward until their asses were sticking out, courtesy of the bar they were now bent over. The first bar returned to the floor, closing the long gap.
Hannah watched as Mohammed pulled a bag of what looked like clothespins out of his jacket pocket and began roughly clamping the ten nipples protruding from the breasts now hanging down towards the floor, pulled by gravity.
Mohammed started talking as if he were a used car dealer, hawking his wares to the buyers cloaked in anonymity behind two-way mirrors. He shared tidbits on each woman's medical history, pain tolerance, and personal attributes as if they were livestock. Hannah's heart broke at the fear in Mia's frantic eyes as the psycho in the room with her shoved his fingers into her pussy, pulling them out to show the prospective buyers the glistening juice her body was producing. He nicknamed her 'a closet submissive in need of training and discipline'.
Lucy, on the other hand, was still fighting her restraints like a madwoman. In a way, Hannah was proud of her for fighting, but it was clear that Lucy's spirit was going to work against her with the present crowd. Mohammed's phone hummed with an incoming message and he grinned an evil smile.
"Bidder number three would like to see a demonstration, to see how long it may take to get this little filly to settle down. I'd be happy to accommodate your request."
Mohammed moved to a small table at the edge of the room that held the tools of his torture trade. He picked up a heavy wooden paddle with three holes drilled down the middle and wasted no time in bringing it down with full force against Lucy's ass. The blood-curdling scream torn from her chilled Hannah's blood. She returned her hands to her ears to try to block out the sound of Lucy's agony, but it was too loud.
When Hannah shut her eyes, Jake reached down to squeeze the back of her neck, hard.
"Be a good girl. Open your eyes and put your hands at your sides. You'll watch every minute, and remember that the only thing keeping you on this side of the glass is my generosity. Like those women, you have no family to miss you. I could make you disappear in a heartbeat, never to be seen again. So if you want to see Connor again, I suggest you get with the program, Hannah. You've already been bought. You're mine now. I own you, just like tonight's buyers will own those five women on the other side of the glass in a few minutes."
His words began to sink in. The man was insane.
Things went from bad to worse when a second man joined Mohammed, entering through the narrow door into the space. He was tall, with a broad chest and shoulders. He had a fierce scowl on his face. The scar running from his right temple to his lip made him the most menacing man Hannah had ever seen.
Mohammed explained. "One of the buyers has requested a personal inspection of the merchandise prior to bidding, and we've granted his request."
Scar-man pulled a latex glove from his pocket, pulling it onto his right hand and stepping up behind Lucy. It was hard for Hannah to see what he was doing from this angle, but based on the squeal wrenched from Lucy, Hannah suspected he was testing her anal cavity. Her screech increased when his arm began going back and forth, apparently finger fucking her.
Lucy flailed against her restraints as much as the small amount of slack would allow. When she started calling scar-man every foul name she could think of, Mohammed pushed him away from Lucy so he could bring the wooden paddle down across
