SEX IN THE CITY 2

  WARNING: ⚠️⚠️⚠️🔞 This chapter contains sexual content which might be offensive to some readers. Only for 18+ readers.

      Cassandra never thought she would enjoy this kind of sex whatsoever. The women were literally in pain and were crying and she wondered how anyone could consent to be punished in the name of sex.

     The men were using vibrators on the women, whose hands and legs were hung and spread apart now and they were screaming, but the screams sounded like it was that of pleasure. The audience was cheering, and when the men inserted their shafts into the asses of the women, they began to moan as the men banged them menacingly.

"Do you f*cking like it?" the men kept asking as they banged the women.

The girls kept nodding and replying in muffled voices as the men hit them. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" the girls kept screaming.

      Cassandra stood up and whispered to Lucia that she was going to the restroom. She felt like she was suffocating in the room. Lucia pointed her toward the bathroom and she started to leave carefully so that she won't step on the toe of anyone.

     Dimitra pushed Carlos away from her and started to unzip her dress. Carlos stood there watching her as she pulled the sleeves of the dress from her shoulders, letting the dress fall away from her body and down to her legs. She was naked underneath and only had her six inches heels on. When Carlos saw her naked body, his eyes popped out. She smiled at the effect she was having on him. She sat on the slab, and spread her legs wide apart, giving him a view of her pink, wet pussy. He stood there as if he was spellbound, looking at her wetness. She flashed him a sultry smile and started to play with her breast, letting out moans of pleasure.

      He moved towards her like he was being dragged by a magnetic force. Her smile broadened and she kept letting out soft, sexy moans, coaxing his mind to think only of her and of the adventure he was going to go on with her. Carlos looked down at her wetness.

"Eat me," she commanded.

He obeyed, slowly went down, and kissed the walls of her vagina, then he flicked his tongue over her clit. She gasped and grabbed his hair.

     "Oh, yes!" she purred in satisfaction rolling her eyes to the back of her head.

        He flicked his tongue over her clit over and over as she moaned loudly, wriggling her body and grabbing his hair, pushing his head down. Her legs kept shuddering as he pleasured her. After a while of pleasuring her, he pulled away from her. She slowly got down from the slab and squatted in front of him, looking up at him with the sexy smile still on her face. She slowly started unbuckling his belt.

      To Carlos, it was all surreal because he had never thought Dimitra would want to do anything with any other man. They all knew how into Eros she was. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down. Her eyes dilated with raw lust when his hard shaft sprang out at her. She giggled and grabbed it with her hand, stroking it gently. Carlos closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

She stroked his shaft and played with his balls with her tongue, giggling while he let out low hums of pleasure. After a while of stroking and playing with his length, she stuck out her tongue, making it dance around the head, then she closed her mouth over his rigid cock, her matte red-colored lips sliding down the roughness of his length until she took it all in and her head started bobbing up and down his manhood.

    "Oh, f*ck," Carlos grunted grabbing her hair.

     She held his thighs to steady herself as she moved up and down, while his balls hit her chin repeatedly. She stood up after a while of the mind-blowing blowjob, turned her back at him, tilting her ass towards him, wiggling it, smiling, and inviting him to plunge into her pulsating pussy. He went behind her, spanked her ass and she moan, robbing her ass on his hard cock. He raised one of her legs and placed it on the slab making her stand on one leg.

     "I want you to f*ck me like a f*cking slut," she said in a lust-filled voice.

He aligned his throbbing cock with her pink wet pussy and drove in. She gasped and closed her eyes as she felt him inside her. He plunged her, thrusting in and out with ferocious energy. Her moans were loud and filled the whole restroom. He quickly covered her mouth with one palm to muffle her screams. He groaned in pleasure as he rode her menacingly.

     Cassandra quickly barged into the restroom. She wanted to catch her breath for a while and think of a way to escape this den of immorality. She didn't know if Lucia was being literal about guards shooting and asking questions later, but she felt she needed fresh air. She wondered if that was going to be her fate someday. Having no other option but yearning for and loving her captor. The whole place was filled with horny girls and girls who were consumed by Stockholm Syndrome.

    Little did she know that she had escaped the sight she found offensive to meet another sight. She quickly walked down the corridor, looking behind her to know if anyone was following her. When she turned into the lavatory, she stopped short in her tracks as she came face to face with two people having sex. The first thing she would have done was to turn away immediately and leave the place as quickly as she could, but for some weird and unknown reason, her legs were stuck to the floor as she watched with wide eyes.

It was Carlos who saw her first and he pulled himself out of Dimitra.

"Come on, keep f*cking me!" Dimitra moaned, completely oblivious of what was going on.

When she didn't feel him inside her anymore, she opened her eyes and saw Cassandra standing frozen by the entrance. She yelped at first and hugged herself on impulse.

"Who the f*ck are you?" Carlos inquired; his face crumpled in a frown.

     The spell holding Cassandra to that spot suddenly dispelled. She muttered that she was sorry and turned to leave as quickly as possible. But Dimitra picked up her dress, donned it on quickly, and went after Cassandra. She saw her by the long corridor and called out to her.

"Hey, you!"

      Cassandra didn't stop walking, she kept walking, trying to get away as quickly as possible. She had recognized the lady. She was the same lady that had given them a warning about not trying to seduce Eros that very night and had asked them to stay clear. She wondered how they did it, sleeping with another person while marking their other target. Dimitra caught up with her and yanked her hair.

"Stop there, slave!"

    Cassandra yelped as the lady pulled at her hair and turned. Dimitra's stare sliced her as her eyes met hers.

"Why are you pulling me back?" Cassandra asked.

"Of course, you know why?"

"No, I don't." Cassandra decided to feign ignorance. It was none of her business anyway. She felt the two deserved each other.

"You are going to use this to buy favor in front of Eros."

Cassandra crumpled her face. "Eros? Listen, I don't know what you are talking about, I don't know who you are and I don't know how things work around here..."

      "Well, I know you and you smell like trouble," Dimitra interrupted. Cassandra looked away from her face and looked down at the floor. Dimitra started to walk around her. "But, I just need to remind you something. You are nothing but a slave and your words can never be chosen over mine."

"I don't know why you feel so insecure when you already know that..."

"Shut up!" Dimitra barked. The look on her face was like that of a wounded tigress. "When freeborn talk, a slave is supposed to listen."

"I am freeborn..."

"What are you doing here then?" Dimitra sneered. "Why are you in the dungeon of Eros Castillo, leader of the El dragon family?"

     Cassandra fought back her tears, bent on not letting her vulnerability show. "I don't know why you are threatening me if you are so sure of who you are. As I said earlier, I don't know you, I don't know what you are talking about and I don't know what you are scared of, but one thing I know is that I want you to leave me alone, I want you to stay away from me until I leave this place." That said, Cassandra turned and stormed out of the place before Dimitra could hold her back.

Carlos walked up behind Dimitra, looking towards the door. "Who is she?"

Dimitra smirked a devilish smirk, looking at the door. "Nobody, she is just a parasite I need to remove from the system."

"Should we continue where we stopped?" Carlos whispered and nibbled her ear.

She turned to him with a straight face. "Go f*ck yourself." She left him there and started to leave.

Cassandra quickly opened the door that led to the showroom. The noise from the cheering of the crowd hit her ears. The lights were back now and the brunette was standing on the stage, all smiles, while the blonde was seated hopelessly on the floor. She moved out quickly and bumped into a wall—no, it was a man, she could tell from his musky scent that hit her nostrils, but she didn't care to look up. She went straight to where Lucia was cheering the winner of the BDSM game and sat beside the unaware Lucia taking in a large gasp of air.

       Eros watched the girl that had just bumped into him. He had seen her tonight. She was the first thing that had caught his eyes when he entered the room earlier and he had sworn he was going to have her tonight.