Antonio didn’t say a word; instead, he backhanded her hard—a real bitch slap. Angela felt her head hit the wall with a thump. She groaned in pain, and hot tears rolled down her cheeks. “I am going to teach you a lesson… a bitter lesson… you will never forget.” Antonio's voice came again, and this time he dropped his pants. Angela's mouth fell open, her eyes widened. His dick was so big it didn’t look real; it didn’t seem human. It was so hard; it stuck straight up, reaching toward his chest! Has he always been this big? Of course not! This doesn't look real! Angela's heart raced faster and faster. Sweat beads formed on her forehead; it was a terrifying sight. She didn't know when to scream out for help. “Help! Don't touch me, please. Antonio, get back to your senses. I am sorry. You promised you are not going to treat me this way anymore!” She burst into tears. “We are here, Antonio, you can have us too!” The women in the cell started mumbling the same words over and over again. All those sounds were like hypnotizing chants in Angela's head. It made her feel dizzy. “Quiet! Don't you dare make her feel uncomfortable!” That was Antonio's voice. The silence was so calm that it surprised Angela. Not even a pin drop was heard. “You… you… heard them… you can have them…” “I don't want them,” Antonio replied. “They… are… watching. Can you at least not do it here?” Angela stuttered, trying every means to escape from what was to come. Antonio shrugged. “They are welcome to watch. I don’t care. Hell, I kinda like the idea of getting watched. I have a big fucking cock; I don’t mind showing it off. Now, am I gonna have to mess you up? Or are you gonna be a bad girl?” He smirked at her. Angela's face turned pale. She was terrified. She had every reason to be; Antonio may be dark and evil, but this felt nothing like one of her encounters with his dark side… this felt like a freaky nightmare, and she was trapped in this bloody cell! Also, that cock! No way she was going to take that in. She collapsed to her knees, crying with her head bowed. “I am sorry… I am sorry.” Antonio stopped in front of her and squatted down to her height. “You are beautiful, Freckles, fucking beautiful.” He said softly in a tone that made her feel even more uncomfortable. Angela slowly looked up at him, some strands of her hair covering her face. He ran his hand over her hair, pulling them away to see her face. “I have missed you so much.” He cupped her cheek. Angela met his gaze, unsure why he suddenly sounded so soft. “Tell me, Freckles. Have you ever pleased another man after me?” His eyes locked onto hers. “Ne…ver,” she muttered. He raised an eyebrow. “You sound not very convincing…” “Never!” Angela sobbed loudly. “I never thought of having another man. I have been faithful. I am… still in love with you, Antonio, I swear.” He suddenly hugged her. “I am glad… You are still mine…and no one else is allowed to touch you.” Angela cried loudly and hugged him even tighter. “Now, we have unfinished business to do.” The next minute, Angela’s clothes were ripped off her. She found herself naked in front of him in a flash. “What… what?” She covered her feminine parts. “You don't have to do this, Antonio… not this way… please.” “I thought you missed me too?” His fingers moved to her nipples. Angela’s look of horror intensified, yet her face reddened from the sensation his touch sent through her body. She could feel her insides liquidizing, her clit throbbing. Blame it on these past years of abstinence. She closed her eyes tightly. “Please stop…I beg you.” “Your nips are getting hard just from my rough fingers. You must have missed my touch these past years… those nipples are confessing.” He smirked. Angela covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to moan. Suddenly, she couldn't hold it in; she threw her head back and gasped out loud as he placed his mouth over one of her enlarged, erect nipples. “Ahhhh…” Angela just shuddered and looked flushed red as Antonio sucked and played with her nips. He would play with one and suck the other, back and forth, with teasing bites that made her want to cry out. Not only that, he worked his way all the way down to her navel—licking, sucking, kissing, and nibbling. He bent and lowered, his mouth and face moving just above her feminine triangle. His hot breath over those soft curls right there. “I… didn't shave…” Angela muttered, her cheeks red; she could feel her body tense and aroused. She wasn't expecting this. “Yeah, you’ve got a pretty pussy, shaved or not.” His voice was raspy and husky.