Through the window, the sun had begun to set on another day, and I prepared myself to once again wake up in this dreadful place. My only solace being, my captor's sexual desires seemed to be kept at bay by the elusive voice on the phone.
If he were going to rape me, he had yet to do so, only going as far as the occasional caress of my thigh.
I looked down at my small bump, realizing I hadn't felt her move in days. Could all the stress I was under have done something to her? I didn't know the answer, which stressed me out even more. I struggled against the restraints, hoping the shabby wooden posts would give way.
Just then, he walked in again. "What are you trying to do? Escape?"
"It's worth a try," I said in a low voice.
"You can try all you want. You ain't going anywhere. Not until it's time."
"Time for what."
"You'll see, mija," he said, sitting down at the edge of the bed, running his fingers down the length of my leg.
"What’s your name?"
He chuckled. "Trying to create a relationship?"
"No. I just want to know what name I should write on your grave," I said bravely, trying to hold back my tears.
He laughed even harder. "You sure have some balls on ya'."
I didn't reply.
He eyed my body. "Maybe I should check if you have balls. You think?"
I shook my head, which caused him to laugh even harder. "I'm sure you'll like it, and you can call me Ric."
"You're going to pay, Ric. You're going to pay for someone else's witch hunt. I'm nobody to you."
"One, your boyfriend is not coming—"
I interrupted, "You don't know his tenacity."
Pressing his cheek to mine, he whispered in my ear, "You can say all the big words you want, baby girl, but that's not gonna save you."
I scooted my body away from his as best I could. He sat up and stroked my hair, tracing his fingers over my breasts, then stomach, hooking his finger under the elastic band of my panties.
"Please stop!" I begged.
He snapped the band and smiled. "Stop for what? I'm a good time, I promise. Ask anybody."
"I'm pregnant," I confessed.
"You think I'm stupid…that I can't see your stomach? It's not big, but it's big enough to know," he said, resting his hand over my baby.
I twisted my body, trying to keep my baby away from him, but it was no use. "Leave me alone!"
"Don't worry, it won't touch the baby. I'm big, but not that big." He chuckled.
A beautiful Latin woman sauntered in, wearing an apron, and holding an open bottle of beer.
"Alma," he said with a huge grin.
"Si, Pàpi."
He spread his arms wide. "Come here, my beautiful Almita."
She went and sat on his lap, snaking her arm around his neck.
"Ask, Alma. Ask her how good I am," he said, laughing like a hyena.
I turned away, staring at the chipping beige paint on the wall, but I could still hear them. The way they carried on, it's like they didn't care I was still in the room.
At least it's her and not me.
RICARDO
"Take it off, Alma," I said, sitting in the corner chair, watching as she undressed.
She slid off her pants and shirt, standing in front of the full length mirror in her bra and panties.
"Model for me," I ordered, twirling my finger in the air.
She twisted her upper body toward the mirror, her thick ass cheeks doing what they were meant to do…hold the delicate lace material securely in place. It stretched over the small of her back, wrapping its way around her thick hips, eventually getting lost in the folds of her inner thighs.
"Gorgeous. Are you looking at this, Sierra?" I asked, taking a swig of the beer Alma had brought with her.
Sierra wouldn't look, keeping her face toward the wall. Alma continued to dance in front of me, cradling her breasts in her palms, lifting each one independently of the other, enticing me to have a taste of the delicate mounds.
"Take it all off," I said.
She unhooked her bra and threw it in the corner of the room, then slid her panties off, letting them slide into a small pile around her ankles.
"Shit màmi, turn your big ol' ass around so I can see all of you."
"Like this," she asked, holding her long hair in a mound atop her head as she twirled in front of me.
I smiled, excited to get my hands on her. "Fuck, you're sexy as hell. Come here and gimmie some of that brown suga'."
She sauntered over to me, swatting my hands away as she leaned over to kiss me. Unlacing my tie, she pulled it off my neck, wrapping it around hers, the length of it falling between her breasts. She flicked her tongue at my bottom lip as she unbuttoned my shirt.
"You gonna do me good, pàpi?" she whispered, kissing my chest and abs.
I took hold of her hips, twirling her around, slowly guiding her onto my lap.
"Don't I always, baby?"
Placing my fingertips on her knees, I raked my fingernails along her inner thigh toward the lovely joining of her legs. Maneuvering my finger past her slick lips to find the tight pussy hidden between them.
I massaged her from the inside, one finger, then two, kissing the creamy olive-toned skin that covered her spine, while I pleasured her writhing body.
She reached behind to unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants, allowing the monster which bulged underneath her ass out of its cage. As she worked my zipper loose, I bit her back, raking my teeth across her skin. Once she got my zipper open, my rock hard cock popped out, hitting the small of her back.
I licked my lips as she moaned loud enough for the downstairs bar patrons to hear.
"Sierra, are you sure you don't wanna watch? I won't tell your boyfriend."
She didn't reply.
I removed my fingers from inside Alma, licking the sweet juices which coated them.
"Give it to me, pàpi." She moaned.
I lifted her hips, then slid her warmth back onto me.
"Damn, you feel good," I exhaled.
She let out a squeal as she rode my rigid dick, grasping tightly onto the arms of the chair.
"Fuck, màmi," I said, enjoying her performance.
By the tone of her squeals, I knew she was close. Holding her hips hostage, I kept her from sliding back onto me.
"Let me go," she begged.
"You're gonna have to wait," I said, pushing her off the tip.
I stood and slid my pants off the rest of the way, then laid on the floor with my legs sprawled, and my dick at attention.
"You know how I like it. Don't make me wait," I warned.
My eyes tracked down her body as she straddled me, rubbing the head of my cock at the entrance of her slick pussy, which sent me into a veritable craze.
"Bad girl."
She dangled her breasts in my face, each one knocking my cheeks, taunting me. I suckled each one individually, swirling my tongue around her hard nipples, cupping them in my mouth. When I treated her girls right…she always returned the favor.
She pulled away, crawling backwards, her nipples grazing my stomach as she positioned her mouth over my hard dick, skillfully ravishing the length with her tongue. Separating her lips, she took the whole thing in, the tip hitting the back of her throat. Instinctively, she pulled away.
I grasped the nape of her neck, clamping down, guiding her head back toward the base, forcing it to the back of her throat. "Don't do that again."
Gripping the base of my shaft, she dove in.
I growled every time the suction from her mouth released, creating a popping sound which vibrated down my dick.
"Come here, baby," I called to her, pulling her toward me.
"What's wrong, pàpi, wasn't I doing a good job?" she asked, wiping the smeared red lipstick from the edges of her lips.
"Shhh, come here," I said, pulling her close to kiss her soft neck.
She descended onto me, my flesh filling her completely. She closed h
er eyes, gyrating her hips as I skillfully kneaded her breasts. Jostling against each other on the floor, I rolled her to her back. My breathing labored as I worked double duty to ensure we climaxed together, brushing my dick past her throbbing clit with each pass. A talent I picked up from many years of practice. After all, owning a harem of women did have its perks. Who was I kidding? It had a whole hell of a lot of perks.
I continued to crash against the thickness of her thighs. "You like that, màmi?" I asked in between breaths.
"Yes!" she screamed, digging her nails into the flesh of my hips.
"Cum in me, pàpi," she screamed.
The thought of the guys downstairs hearing me fuck the hell out of her brought a smile to my face. I pulled out, lifting her off the ground, laying her next to Sierra.
"You wanna be a part of this now, Sierra?" I asked, plunging myself back into Alma.
Sierra winced, tightly clenching her eyes closed.
I smiled, grasping on to Sierra's thigh as I pounded into Alma, eyeing every curve her body offered. I was going to have her next, whether she wanted it or not. Her body was so tight…I just knew her pussy would be, too.
"Uhhhhhh!" Alma cried out, calling my attention back to her.
"You're so fucking wet!" I said, breathless. "I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk straight!" I said, realizing how my lust for Sierra was seeping into my current performance.
"You like it, daddy?" Alma asked, licking her lips.
I let go of Sierra's thigh and lifted Alma's legs in the air, holding her ankles apart, continuing to hammer my cock into her. I tilted my head back, enjoying every salacious moment of being inside her.
My thoughts drifted back to the pretty little thing lying next to Alma. Reaching down, I cupped my hand around her chin, shifting her face over to me.
She worked hard to keep her eyes closed. "Look at me, before your baby pays for it!" I yelled angrily.
She unclenched her eyes, glaring straight into mine, shooting me a look that could have stopped my heart cold.
Knowing she was watching sent me wild. Making my final pass, my body jerked as I spilled myself into Alma. I was beside myself with pleasure. Who knew having an audience was so damn arousing.
I edged off the bed. "Clean it off," I demanded.
Alma got on her knees, cupping her lips around my dick, sucking off what still remained. I tilted my head back, enjoying the final moments of her sweet mouth.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I pulled her away, shooting her a wink in payment for the good job. Her tongue cleaned off what was left on her lips as I headed back to the chair, to sit and catch my breath.
"Do you need anything else, pàpi?" Alma asked, walking around the room, picking up her clothes.
"No, baby girl. Take the rest of the day. You earned it."
She smiled, leaning over, pressing her soft lips against my cheek. I slapped her on the ass before she traipsed out of the room.
"Bad ass girl!" I yelled behind her as she closed the door, still naked.
Sierra turned to me. "Why would you degrade her like that?"
"Where do you see she was degraded? She liked it. I treat her right and she likes it."
"You're delusional."
"I'm not the one tied to a bed, hoping her boyfriend is gonna come rescue her, now am I?" I asked, chuckling to myself.
She shook her head, shifting her gaze back toward the wall.
"You're gonna stop turning away from me, puta!" I screamed, jumping from the chair, wrapping my fingers around her throat.
She gasped for air. "Say I'm fuckin' delusional again."
A tear squeezed out from her clenched eyes. The fear in her face made me feel even more powerful than I already knew I was.
"Call me daddy."
She didn't reply, pursing her lips tightly together.
"I said…call me, daddy!" Squeezing her throat harder.
She eked out a low, "Daddy."
I smiled, letting go of her neck, smacking the side of her cheek. "Good girl."
BLINDFOLDED
SIERRA
He stood from the bed when his phone rang, still naked from the debauchery he had just engaged in.
"Hello?"
I listened intently.
"You're downstairs…a blindfold…let me get dressed first."
He paused while the sound of yelling permeated through the speaker of the phone.
"No. I didn't fuck her!" he yelled, throwing the phone on the bed.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"Shut the fuck up. You've used up all my patience. I don't have time for this petty shit."
"Then let me go," I begged.
"That shit ain't up to me," he said, putting his clothes on.
The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs put me on high alert.
"Oh, I forgot," he said, grabbing his tie, placing it over my eyes.
"What are you doing?" I asked, fear filling every cell in my body.
He finished tying the material at the back of my head. "Shhh!"
The door creaked open. "Why aren't you dressed?" a woman's voice asked.
"Because I just finished fucking Alma! Is that a muthafuckin' problem?" he asked.
"Why are you still fucking her?" the woman asked angrily.
"What? You think you got claim to me? I'm a free bird, màmi," he said, chuckling.
Suddenly, I heard the violent slap of a hand across flesh.
"Why'd you fuckin' hit me, puta?" he yelled.
"Don't you ever call me that again," she yelled back.
"Bitch. I'll call you what the fuck I wanna call you. You're just another pussy to me."
His words made me cringe. How could a man talk to a woman like that? The whole conversation made me sick. He reminded me of my brother.
Sick bastard.
"Just another pussy, huh?" she asked with an attitude, as another slap against flesh seared through the air.
"Don't touch me again," he said.
"Fuck you…disrespectful asshole," she yelled.
His tone changed. He was angry. Very angry. "If you weren't Alma's cousin, I would fuckin' slit your throat right now."
"Well, good thing I'm her cousin then," she sassed.
Her cousin? Who is this woman? Why are they both sleeping with him?
Someone edged closer to me, the warmth of their breath flowed down my neck. "She certainly is beautiful. Dare I say, prettier than me?" the woman said in a tight voice.
"Hey, you said it. I didn't," he said with a glint of sarcasm in his voice.
The fragrant scent of her perfume wafted into my nose, the smell reminding me of lilacs and lavender.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know," she replied, pushing her finger into my forehead.
"Yes. I would."
Her delicate fingers traced the length of my body, resting over the flesh of my thigh, her thumb caressing the edge of my panties.
"I bet you're a tight little thing."
Ric chimed in, "I think we should see."
"No!" I yelled.
A swift slap to my face jolted my head to the side. "Don't you ever yell at him," the woman said.
"Thanks, màmi," Ric said, followed by the sound of a kiss.
"Give me the keys. I'll take her now," she said.
"Take me where?" I asked frantically, trying to hold back the tears.
"Shut up, puta!" he said.
Keys jangled around my hands then a sudden pop of the handcuffs relieved the pressure my wrists had been subjected to.
"Let's go," she said.
"Wait, aren't you gonna put some clothes on her?" he asked.
"Fuck. You're right," she said angrily.
She wrapped a soft material around me, tying it just above my breasts. At my best guess it was the sheet I had been lying on. I was propelled forward by a shove to my back.
"C'mon. Let's go," she urged.
"When will you be back?" Ric asked her quietly.
"Later. Don't fuck anyone else while I'm gone."
He chuckled. "I can't promise anything."
"Such a fuckin' whore."
"This is some good dick. I gotta share it with the world, mami. You like it right?"
"If I didn't, I would have cut it off a long time ago."
"Big words for a little girl."
"Little girl? I'll show you little girl," she replied playfully.
Their lips smacked together, making a sloppy kissing sound which made me want to vomit.
I hope they aren't going to do it right here. He hasn't even washed from Alma.
"You better get out of here and do what you gotta do. See if you can make it back before dinner," Ric said.
"Gimmie your gun."
"Fuck, anything else? Don't lose that, it's my favorite."
She pressed cold metal to the back of my neck, and hurried me down the stairs so quickly, I almost tripped over the long material. The smell of whiskey and tequila wafted into my nostrils as we took a step into the next room. Clanking glasses and the sound of drunk men made my muscles tense up.
"Where are we?" I asked quietly.
"Shut up, bitch," she whispered back, tugging me along.
A door creaked open in front of me, the heat of the sun blasted through, warming my skin instantly. Through the edges of the tie I could see the pavement underfoot as she yanked at my arm.
"Why can't you tell me what I did," I asked.
A car door opened, and suddenly I was off my feet, being thrust onto my back.
"Stay down and keep your mouth shut, or I'll fuckin' kill you," she yelled, pressing the muzzle of the gun against my temple, before slamming the door. A car door opened and shut, the key slid into the ignition, and the familiar rumble of the engine began to vibrate the pile of metal as we sped off.
I pulled the tie off my eyes and looked around, making sure to keep out of sight. This woman was a loose cannon, and I didn't want to get shot trying to escape. Plus, falling out of a moving car probably wasn't the best option for my baby, either.
BETRAYED
CHANCE
Meanwhile, on the other side of town…
"Are you guys ready?" I asked, slamming my foot on the gas, heading back to Aguirre's bar.
"Yeah, LT," Hill replied, looking over his magazine before sliding it back in his 9 mil.
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