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The Center (Houdini and Nurse_K)

Elsa was scrubbing a plate harder than she needed to when she heard Carlos call her. She paused, unsure if she should really heed him. But she set down the plate, wiped her hands off, and padded into the living room. She furrowed her brows at him when he said she should get situated with Elena and that he had a surprise. She felt her face grow red when he started explaining in Spanish, to the gasps of the others. "Initiated?" she asked him quietly, "I don't want to be in your gang, Carlos."
 
Carlos smirked back over at her. "You not gonna be in my gang," he answered dismissively. "We got somethin' for our women, too," he explained. "Make sure you gonna stay loyal," he added, glancing over at the equally surprised Elena, who was in the middle of a heated exchange with her boyfriend. "Come here," Carlos ordered Elsa, grasping her wrist and tugging her over to the easy chair he was relaxing in. "You wanted to get outa' those jeans and shirt," he reminded her. "So you can take that shit off now."
 
She furrowed her brows even more when he said that there was something special for the women. That alarmed her greatly. Elsa didn't want to be affiliated with Carlos' gang in any way shape or form, even if it was a female version. She stumbled when he dragged her over to his chair, almost falling on him but managing to keep her balance. "What?" she protested, trying to yank her arm away from him. "No! I'm not going to..to...strip in front of these people!"
 
Carlos gripped tighter at her wrist and caught Elsa with his other arm on her shoulder as she flailed about. "Yes. You is," he insisted. "And that ain't all you gonna do," he threatened, twisting her arm around painfully. "But I'll let you go second," he offered, before calling something out to Pedro in Spanish. Soon Pedro was pushing Elena into the center of the room, and nodding solemnly at her. The girl gulped and glanced around, before she realized what she needed to do. Nervously, she pulled off her tank top, revealing a black bra, and dropped her tight jeans to her ankles as well. She paused and looked back pleadingly at Pedro, but he simply scowled and nodded. After a few more agonizing moments, she undid her bra and let it fall to the ground, cradling her bare breasts in one arm for modesty, her brown plump stomach on display for all the men as well, who soon began whistling and catcalling in Spanish at the girl who stood there in just a pair of black panties. "Now you go," Carlos growled in Elsa's ear.
 
Now more than ever Elsa felt a kinship to Elena. This reminded her of the Center, when she'd been forced to be naked in front of people she didn't know, people who didn't like her. This reminded her of Jamie and how that horrible woman had raped her. She watched Elena in horror as the poor girl got undressed to her panties. Elsa turned back and looked at Carlos, whispering in his ear, "Please don't make me," she pleaded, but he just scowled at her. Her heart was racing but she pulled away from Carlos and stood near to Elena. She glanced at the poor girl for a moment and then lifted up her own shirt, revealing her pale stomach and her large breasts. The shirt dropped to the floor and she shimmied out of her jeans silently, looking at the ground instead of Carlos or at anyone else. Then she unclipped her bra and did the same as Elena, cupping her breasts as she stood there in her blue silk panties.
 
Carlos nodded, feeling a sort of pride as he put his woman on display for these men. She had a sexy, full-figured body, he thought as she stood there next to the darker-skinned girl. And then men reveled in her nervous anxiety, of course. "Come here," he called out to her, beckoning with one finger. There had been considerably less catcalls for Elsa, due to her status with Carlos, and there was a sort of hushed silence as he called out to her. "You hungry for some cum for desert?" he taunted as he waited for her to comply.
 
Elsa knew the only reason the men weren't hounding on her that she belonged to Carlos. This was one of the few times when that came in handy. She glanced up at him timidly when he told her to come here, seeing him beckon her with his finger. She paused for a moment and then padded over to him slowly, stopping far enough away that he'd have to lean forward to grab her. Her eyes widened when he asked her if she was hungry for cum. What should she say to that? If she said no, he'd get angry at her and hit her. If she said yes, he'd think she was willing to let him play this game with her. But did she have a choice? She just nodded her head, unwilling to verbalize it unless he made her.
 
Carlos smirked when Elsa resigned herself to nodding her head at his question. He knew, of course, that giving him a blowjob in front of people was the last thing she wanted to do. "Come here, then," he ordered, leaning forward and taking her wrist. By the time he pulled her close enough, he yanked down her panties too, exposing her fully to the eagerly interested crowd of men. "Then let my dick out and get to you dessert," he commanded, tugging her down into his lap before turning attention to Pedro. "You, get your woman going too," he called out to the young gangster.
 
Elsa couldn't help but cry out in horror when he yanked her panties down. They gathered around her knees and then slid to the floor and she was forced to walk forward and completely away from them when he yanked her onto his lap. She sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes tearing up as she looked down at him. She didn't understand why he was making her do this. "Carlos," she whispered to him even as she slowly reached towards his pants, her hands shaking. "Why are you making me do this? You...you know I'm loyal," but she knew that she wasn't loyal.
 
Carlos wasn't going to get into loyalty with Elsa. She could say what she wanted, but he knew she liked fucking Brendan. After all, the man had rushed in like a lunatic more than once to try and save her. That had to count for something, much as he disliked Brendan. "I'm loyal," he emphasized. "A lot of bosses go and share they sluts at a time like this. I ain't pimpin' you out." He pulled her down into his lap more, forcing her to bend over and expose herself to the spectators. At the same time, Elena had released Pedro's cock from his pants and was nervously beginning to lick at him, equally as ashamed and scared. "Now suck my dick," he growled, before looking around at the crowd and making a joke in Spanish.
 
Pimping her out was one thing that Elsa absolutely would not be able to handle with Carlos. If he even mentioned making her sleep with someone in her crew or let them rape her, she would never come back to Carlos. Not for anything, she'd find some other way to pay the bills. This was horrible, she was bent over and spread for a bunch of Spanish gangsters, but at least they couldn't touch her. She gave Carlos a look that told him that she was angry with him and shoved her hands into his pants a little roughly. She grabbed at him without care and yanked his manhood out, not caring if she was a little hurtful or not. She leaned her head down and quickly wrapped her lips around the head, hoping she could just get through this as quickly as possible.
 
Carlos actually smiled at the way she was purposely being rough with him, as if that might serve to get him back. He felt his cock hardening at her touch, although it still felt nice when she wrapped her lips around his head, even if she wasn't trying to make it pleasurable. "She do this all the time for me," he announced to his pleased guests. As Pedro's impassioned moans already filled the air, he made a mental note not to let her off the hook for being huffy about this. "You gonna stuff my long cock down your throat this time too?" he taunted as she kept at him.
 
Her face flushed even deeper when Carlos announced to everyone that she sucked his dick all the time. Part of her wanted to lift her head and protest, but she knew it was true. She sucked his dick almost every time they were together. She growled a little bit though, bobbing her head up and down a little bit, but only taking a couple of inches into her mouth with every bob. She glanced up at him and glared when he taunted her, not having the guts to actually say no, but not going to say yes.
 
Carlos enjoyed her little growl as she kept sucking on him, and took hold of her head, gripping it by the sides as she bobbed on his cock. "Yeah, she dirty," he announced to his friends with a laugh. "She didn't like takin' it up the ass before, but she do it all the time now. She beg me for it," he boasted, purposely speaking English so Elsa could hear, before breaking into some additional explanation in Spanish, which elicited a new round of laughs. It felt good, and he let out a little groan when he finished talking, but Carlos wasn't quite close yet. Pedro, on the other hand, wasn't going to last long, and got the attention of the crowd as he moaned out, his seed spilling over from Elena's mouth on the other side of the room.
 
Elsa got angry when he spoke of anal. He knew how much she hated anal, so of course he would mention that. Of course he would make it look as if she enjoyed it. She growled again when he said that and tried to lift her head off of him, but Carlos seemed to have anticipated that and was holding her head in place now. She lifted her eyes up and shot daggers at him but continued to suck on him, knowing that if she pulled off of him he would get extremely angry.
 
Carlos grunted a little bit when she hit a sensitive spot on his cock, and held her firmly in place when she tried to rear up her head in anger. He saw her look, and gave her his best warning glance in return. Seeing that the other two were finished, and Elena had picked up her bra, he had an idea. He called out to her in Spanish, and she looked over, then approached without getting dressed. Without interrupting Elsa's motions, he took off his belt from his pants loops and handed it to Elena. "She ain't suckin' like she know how. Not like you did. Beat her ass with this until she makes me cum," he ordered the frightened girl. "She gonna bend there and take it and suck," he promised, nodding down toward Elsa.
 
Elsa had thought that Carlos was being mostly talk with this whole thing. That he'd let her be naked in front of these people, make her suck him off, and then be done with it. But now that didn't seem to be the case. He was telling this girl to beat her because she wasn't doing it how he wanted. That alarmed Elsa, this was a development that she'd never seen with Carlos before. She whimpered a little and tensed, prepared to feel the belt on her ass. At the same time she began to suck him harder, bobbing her head up and down more and taking him deeper.
 
In Carlos' mind, what he'd done was justified, because it got Elsa moving how he'd expected in the first place. However, Elena didn't exactly beat her initially. The first strike barely made a sound at all on Elsa's bared ass. After letting out a grunt at the new intensity Elsa was going at him with, he glared at Elena. "No, no. Beat her," he ordered. Or else you'll be the one with a beat ass." That seemed to do the trick, because the next stroke made a loud cracking sound and rippled Elsa's ass, causing her mouth to bite on him a tiny bit. "That's it," Carlos groaned as Elena wound up for a second hard stroke.
 
Elsa barely felt the first hit, but the second one stung like fire. She cried out and shuddered, her hands gripping Carlos' pants tightly. She bit into him a little bit but managed to catch him before she did any real damage. Her eyes welled up with tears and spilled over, her stomach heaving once. She went even faster on Carlos, plunging her head down and letting him slide deep into her throat in hopes that he would stop the beating if she really gave in.
 
Carlos felt his cock throbbing like he was used to when Elsa gave him oral, now that she was bobbing properly. But then she slid him inside her throat, and he entered a whole new level of pleasure. No matter how often she did that, it was amazing every time, and allowed him to ignore her tears spilling into his lap. "Should'a thought of that before you decided to be bitchy about it," he chided Elsa about being belted. "I'll let her stop once I cum," he said, glaring up at Elena, who was hoping she'd get to stop, but at hearing Carlos words, released another stroke square across Elsa's quivering butt.
 
Elsa cried out again when Elena beat her, though she expected this one and was able to not clamp down on him. She glanced up at him again, tears dripping, and afraid. Carlos had never taken it this far before, it worried her. She bobbed him back and forth, in and out of her throat, taking as much of him in as she could. Her throat muscles contracted on him and she licked him up and down too, trying to give him as much pleasure as she possibly could. She regretted her bitchiness now.
 
Carlos felt a tiny bit for Elsa as she kept crying, as the mother of his child he couldn't help feeling a little. Maybe it was for that reason, maybe not, but he felt his cock throbbing now, and as Elena hit her with a fourth solid stroke, she hit something extra sensitive on his cock, and his hips bucked up a little, his cock throbbing as her warm, tight throat squeezed him. He reached out almost mechanically, grabbed both of her cheeks, and came in her throat, much to the delight of the crowd, some of whom hooted a little at Carlos' grand finale. Quickly, he pulled out once he'd released, and wagged his cock in Elsa's face. "No more spanking. Now clean it off," he demanded, glaring at his sticky, dark penis with a pleasured expression. He had a reputation to uphold, after all.
 
Elsa choked a little bit when he shot his seed down her throat, but he'd done it to her enough times that she was fairly used to it. She breathed hard for a few moments after he pulled her mouth off of him, sighing a little when he wagged his cock at her. She wasn't going to dare refuse him now though. So she gingerly took hold of his base and lapped at his cock, giving him gentle kisses and rubs until his cock was spotless. Then she started to stand up, sniffling just a little bit and wincing at the pain in her ass.
 
Carlos smiled and grunted, massaging Elsa's face as she dutifully cleaned him up, and then quickly zipped himself back up, edging off the chair and standing up. "She good, ain't she," he laughed at the crowd, glancing over at Elena, who was standing there holding the belt in her panties, looking unsure of what to do. "Turn 'round and bend over so we can see if she beat your ass good," Carlos directed Elsa. "Grab your ankles." He thought the crowd would expect a little more in the way of a finale, and he planned to give them what they wanted.
 
Elsa thought that Carlos was going to be compassionate for a moment. She thought that she had done what he wanted well and he was going to be sweet to her now. If he had done that she would have willingly been his submissive bitch for the rest of the night. Well, she may have to end up being that way anyway. Her eyes grew wide again when he told her to bend over. She paused for a moment but then complied, grabbing her ankles and feeling the air brush pass her swollen ass and pussy.
 
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