Shameful Reckonings by S. J. Lewis Page A

like normal.
    “You got all that on tape?” Gia’s trainer asked the cameramen.
    “Every little twitch,” one of them grinned back. “You don’t see a performance like that every day. I’m gonna make a copy for myself.”
    Gia could feel her face reddening. She had loathed every moment of her ordeal here, but because her body had betrayed her these men might be thinking otherwise.
    “All right, Gia, let’s get you moved,” her trainer said as he freed her wrist cuffs from the dangling chain. He expertly twisted her arms behind her and clipped the cuffs together. She had to lean against him for support or let herself fall to the cold, hard floor. Her legs were still uncertain.
    He half-led, half-dragged her back to the small cells. Gia saw Tana in one of them, kneeling with her arms secured behind her. Tana’s ebony skin was glistening with sweat as she sucked on the cock of the man in her cage with her. Her eyes were open, looking fearfully up at the man’s face. She risked a swift sidelong glance at Gia and earned a growled warning for that. Then Gia was led past that cell and shoved into the same one she’d been raped in earlier. There was a fresh woven straw mat on the floor, and she stumbled and fell heavily onto it.
    “Get up, bitch,” her trainer said. He took a grip of her still-wet hair and hauled her up onto her knees. She looked up at him pleadingly. She couldn’t take any more of this treatment. She just couldn’t!
    “You don’t need to do any work this time, love,” her trainer chuckled as he let his pants fall down around his ankles. Gia saw that he was already semi-erect. She closed her eyes and groaned.
    “Nah, we’re just gonna get you a little more broken in,” he went on. He took her head between his hands and pulled her closer. “Just open your pretty little mouth. I’ll take care of the rest.”
    Gia groaned. She felt too weak and too hopeless to put up even a token resistance. She opened her mouth and let him stick his cock into it.
    “That’s it, bitch,” he said. “Just like that.” He began thrusting with short, sharp jerks of his hips. Gia could feel him getting harder and bigger as he fucked her mouth. She kept making small complaining noises. It was all she could do, and her trainer either didn’t notice or didn’t care. For all she knew, he liked hearing her protests.
    “You don’t even have to try to swallow this time, bitch,” he went on in a growl. “All you have to do now is get used to having a dick in your mouth.” He thrust a little deeper, just enough to make her cough. “Feels good, don’t it?” he laughed.
    It didn’t feel good at all. Gia whined noisily, but she submitted. There was nothing else she could do. Her trainer held her head still and kept on thrusting away. He only stopped once, when Gia had a long coughing fit after he’d gone a little too deep, and that only lasted until her coughing stopped. Then his cock was right back in her mouth, thrusting away right through Gia’s plaintive protests.
    She heard him groan deeply, and knew he was about to come. She squalled noisily through her nose, but it made no difference to him. A moment later she felt the now-familiar gushing of hot, sticky fluid into her mouth. The head of his cock rammed in deep enough to hit the back of her throat, and she gagged.
    “I think you’re getting’ better at this, Gia,” he laughed as he pulled up his pants. Gia, half-kneeling, half-reclining on the straw mat, could only cough and sob and sniffle. Gobs of semen dribbled down her chin. Some of it splashed on her breasts, some of it on her thighs, some of it onto the mat. She kept her eyes fixed on the far wall until she heard him leave and shut the cage door behind him. Then she let herself slump down and lie on the mat. She wasn’t in a very comfortable position, but what did that matter? The mat was rough, and the floor was hard and cold under it. There was no way to be comfortable in here.
    Her rest,