by Paul Blades
The finger kept probing until it had insinuated itself between her love lips and found her entrance. “Ohhhhhhhhhh! God, no!” she moaned inside.
The finger probed deeper. His handling of her puss had made her sex lubricate defensively and the finger slipped right into her receptive channel. “Mmmmmmmmmm!” she moaned in dismay.
“And a very nice cunt,” Morales said. “But I can’t see her face well with the blindfold on. Would you mind removing it, Signor Jack?” he asked.
“No problem,” Jack replied. He slipped it from her head.
Carly looked quickly around her. The man with his finger in her quim was only a few inches away from her. His face was round and slightly slovenly. There was steel in his eyes bespeaking hardness. His lips were fat and soft, redolent of a life of debauchery. He lifted his hand from her sex and took hold of her cheeks. She was crying. His grasp was bony and hard.
“Look at me, putita,” he said in his syrupy voice. Carly could look nowhere else. Her whole body was trembling. She felt like she had to pee. There was a heavy darkness all inside her. Something terrible was about to happen. Nothing could stop it. Except maybe, maybe the Mexican man wouldn’t pay. Then, maybe, her captor would take her into the desert and grant her peace. That was the best that she could hope for. His hand was hurting her face. She could feel the tears slipping from her eyes. She bit down hard on the rubber ball in her mouth.
“Very pretty,” the man said. “But, as Lorenzo has noted, Signor Jack, $25,000 is a lot of money for a slut. There’s so many of them around.”
“That’s the price, Mr. Morales,” Jack said.
“She’s not worth it, Papa,” Lorenzo insisted. “Besides, he should be giving her to us. He’s the one who needs us. We don’t need this cabrone.”
“I don’t know, Lorenzo,” Morales said patiently, like a father teaching a son a lesson. “Signor Jack is a real hermano. We can always use a man like that. And he’s brought us the Ramirez slut. And will bring us many more.”
He released Carly’s cheeks. “I tell you what, Signor Jack,” Morales said, “I’ll give you $20,000. That’s top dollar.”
Jack did not hesitate. Part of him felt too that it would be better if Morales wouldn’t pay the price he was asking. He could put the girl out of her misery. No one else would have her. There was finally a way out.
“With respect, Mr. Morales, I can’t accept your offer,” Jack said. “It’s a matter of principle. I’m sure you’ll understand, being a man of honor and all that. I appreciate the offer. If I’m going to work for you, I want to start off on the right foot. You just wouldn’t respect me if I settled for any less. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll take the girl back upstairs.”
Joy leapt in Carly’s heart. It wasn’t going to happen! She had been saved! She didn’t care that it meant almost certainly her death. It was better to die than be these men’s slave. Her prayers had been answered! She felt her captor’s hand loosen its hold on the back of her head as he began to pull her away.
“Please! Please, Signor Jack,” Morales said suddenly. “What is $5,000 between friends? And we shall have a long and prosperous friendship, I am sure. I will meet your price. I’ll take the girl. Consider it a gesture of friendship.”
Jack was stunned. He had thought that he had gotten away with it. Now he was fucked. He couldn’t refuse to give them the girl now.
Carly’s heart nearly stopped. She had heard the words, but she hardly believed them. “No!” she thought. “No! No! Don’t do it! Don’t! Don’t!”
Lorenzo spoke up.
“Papa, you’re wasting your money! We don’t need this gringo! It’s an insult!”
“There, there, Lorenzo,” the older man said. “Just consider it an investment. Besides, I am buying the girl for you. Don’t you like her?”
Lorenzo stared at the girl. Suddenly, her purchase took on a whole new light. He stepped closer to look at her. A fire lit up in his eyes. Carly recoiled from his gaze. “Not him! Not him!” she thought desperately. “Not him!”
“Okay,” Lorenzo said finally. “That’s different.”
Morales turned to Jack. “Then it’s a deal,” he said holding out his hand. Jack held his own out numbly. They shook.
“Well, that settles that,” the older man said.
Carly panicked. She tried to pull away. “…ooooh! …ooooh!” she screamed through her gagged mouth. “…oooooooh!”
Instinctively, Jack tightened his grip on her hair. She pulled and yanked and screamed.
“You see,” Morales said to his son. “A tiger.”
Lorenzo’s face broke out into a sinister smile. He stepped forward and snaked his hand under Carly’s chin, taking hold of the ring on her collar. “I’ll take her,” he snarled. Jack released the girl’s hair. The man pulled her towards him. He slapped her face hard, twice. Carly screamed. He said something to his men. They jumped into action.
The Mexicans had brought a small trunk in with them. One of the men opened the trunk as the other approached Carly holding out his electric prod. As he shoved it between the sobbing girl’s legs, Lorenzo released her. A loud, ‘crack!’ filled the room and the young girl doubled up and fell to the floor screeching wildly. The men were atop her in an instant. One of them held her down on the floor while the other reached into her mouth and removed the blue rubber ball that Jack had placed there. When her mouth was free, Carly began to call out.
“Don’t do this! Please! Please! Don’t do this! Please! I’m begging you, please! Please!”
The first man had a shiny black leather object in his hand with a long, wide, leather prong at its end. Together, the men forced Carly’s jaws apart. “…oooooooooouugh! …ooooooooough! …..oooooooough! …oooooooough! …ooooooooooough!” she screamed as she twisted and turned her torso in desperation, her legs flying this way and that.
And then her sounds were abruptly cut off. The men had forced the prong between her lips and shoved it home. The prong was attached to a hood and they quickly pulled it over her head. She struggled, her muffled pleas and screams emerging from behind her gag. The hood went completely over her head and was connected in the back by a series of clasps. The men pulled it tight, sealing her head in leather. There were little eyelets by her nose for breathing and flaps by her eyes that could be lifted for limited sight. For now, they were closed.
“Uuuuuuuuuugh! Uuuuuuuuuuugh! Uuuuuuuuuuugh!” Carly cried out as she struggled to throw the men off her. She was the center of attention in the room now. All of the men had drawn closer to witness her subjugation and enjoy her distress. It wasn’t often that you got a girl who actually resisted.
One of the men unhooked her wrists, tossing her pretty, yellow dress aside, and held her arms still while the other one said something to Lorenzo. The evil looking drug lord held his hand out to Jack. “The keys, signor,” he said.
Dully, Jack reached into his pocket and withdrew the key to Carly’s bracelets and collar. Lorenzo snatched it out of his hand and tossed it to one of the men. He proceeded to unlock the bracelets while the other man drew another object from the trunk. It was a leather sleeve. Carly squirmed and twisted her body in an effort to frustrate the men, but they were too big and too strong and too experienced for her to delay them for too long. One of the men held her down in place while the other fitted first one arm and then the other into the sleeve. It forced the arms together, parallel to each other, wrist to elbow across the lower part of her back. It drew her shoulders back painfully and Carly screamed again. There were buckles on the sleeve and the men used them to pull it tight.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm!” Carly cried out piteously. She was rapidly losing her battle.
The leather sleeve covered her arms from elbow to elbow, her useless hands, clasped into little fists, sticking out of either end. The men drew her to her feet. There was a ring on the hood just over the gag and one man held her still by it, lifting her up until her tip toes just touched the floor while the other released her colla
r and threw it away. He then took a new one from the trunk and, while the naked girl whined and sobbed, circled it around her neck. It was made of thick, black leather with golden colored rings front and back. It had a large, scriptive, blood red ‘M’ embedded in the front. It clicked closed around her neck.
The Mexican removed her yellow high heels and her ankle bracelets. He attached instead two shiny steel manacles, one to each ankle, connected by about 12” of chain. Then he stepped back and signaled the conclusion of his efforts to Lorenzo. The drug lord stepped forward and took from the other man the electric prod that he had used on the girl a moment ago. He pressed it between Carly’s legs. She shrieked, knowing what was coming and then shrieked again as Lorenzo pulled the trigger. She collapsed to the floor. Lorenzo crouched down next to her, placing his hand hard on her neck, pushing her leather encased face onto the rough carpet.
“Now, you’ll be quiet, my little putita,” he snarled evilly, “or the prod will bite you again. Do you want that?”
Carly sobbed a muffled answer, “...ooooough! ...oooooough!”
Lorenzo laughed. “For now, I’ll take that as a no. Don’t be so sad, whore,” he told her. “We’re going to have a lot of fun. Believe me. And the more you resist and the more disobedient you are, the more fun it will be for me. Understand?”
“…ooooooough! …ooooooough!” Carly sobbed through her gag.
Lorenzo got up. He looked at his father. “Let’s finish up. I can’t wait to get this one home,” he said.
The other women in the room were sobbing, the Mexican girls too. Morales, Sr. completed his inspection of the other gringas, noting especially FBI Special Agent Linda Kramer, and a price was agreed upon for all. An inspection of the Mexican girls followed with the lifting of their skirts and the opening of their bodices to inspect their tawny colored breasts. Jack watched dully. Carly was lying on the floor, sobbing quietly. The Mexican girls cried and sobbed miserably, requiring a fierce slap now and then to moderate their effusions of dismay.
While Stitch and Ike looked over the Mexican flesh, Morales’s men began to accouter the gringas in the same confinements that Carly now wore. When they were all done, Stitch and Rocker and two other of the bikers led the unhappy senoritas through the door that led to the basement and the disconsolate, faceless gringas were all stood on their feet.
A bottle of tequila appeared with some shot glasses. Toasts were cast all around by the satisfied men. Out of the trunk came a large briefcase. While the naked gringas stood around bound and hooded, sobbing lowly, awaiting their fate, the valise was opened and several large plastic bags of white powder emerged. It looked to Jack to be about five pounds worth. The men sat around one of the coffee tables and a random one was opened. Mouse sampled it and then nodded to Ike. A scale was produced and the bags weighed. Jack had been right. 5.25 lbs.
At that, everyone shook hands. A briefcase full of cash was handed to Lorenzo. He opened it, counted the bundles of 100’s and smiled. He nodded to his dad. The price of the four gringas, Mrs. Ramirez and Special Agent Kramer excluded, added up to a little bit more than the seven senoritas, supply and demand being what they were, and Lorenzo pulled a bundle or two of 100’s from the briefcase and handed them back to Mouse. Ike and Jack would get paid when the ransom came through for the Ramirez woman and as to the lady FBI agent, well, she was just a bonus.
At his father’s insistence, Lorenzo removed 5 bundles of 100’s from the valise and handed them to Jack. $25,000. Mr. Morales smiled and shook his hand. “I’ll see you in Senora in a few days, mi amigo,” he said. “There’s a nice casa in our compound I’ve got all picked out for you. When you get settled, we’ll talk. Okay?”
“Okay,” Jack replied morosely. His eyes were on the girl. Her shrouded head was swaying back and forth. Her full, naked breasts were trembling enticingly, giving Jack a pang of sorrow. She was still sobbing. He could tell. The large, red ‘M’ on her collar told him that she was no longer his property. “What have I done?” he thought miserably.
There was another round of shots of tequila and adios’s and handshakes were exchanged. A moment later, the underlings began to escort the girls towards the door. Lorenzo took hold tightly of Jack’s former captive’s arm and led her away. The naked girls all shuffled slowly out, sobs and moans emerging from their gags, breasts swaying, chains clinking. With the black hoods over their heads, they all looked almost the same, except for a bit of hair that had escaped here and there.
Jack followed them out to the porch. The women were loaded up on the back of a pickup truck and made to sit. The guards got in with them and the rear gate was shut. Morales and his son got into the back of a topless, black SUV, the unfortunate Carly in tow. The engines fired up and the vehicles pulled away. Jack watched dismally as the girl disappeared into the night.
About 10 minutes later, he heard the sound of the small turboprop the Mexicans had arrived in come to life in the distance. A minute or two after that, he listened as it revved its engines and took off down the small runway. He saw it as it lifted off, just a small smudge of grey amidst the speckled stars. It faded away within a few seconds, flying low in the night sky, south, towards perdition.
To be continued.
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
