“Of course there is always the option of a Guatemalan prison. They would love you there; the men and the women. But I think that I would much rather keep you for myself. Quit struggling Rubia and face the inevitable, you belong to me now.”
“I belong to no one!”
Juanita
I never could have anticipated what happened next. The bastard removed a knife from his suited trousers and sliced through the t-shirt that I had purposely worn with no bra.
“Oh God, please, you’re scaring me Ricardo, please.”
My body shook as he ignored me; slicing through my jeans until they fell at my feet.
The bra and the panties, were next to suffer the assault of his weapon. They had been sliced through, as if they were nonexistent.
“Oh Rubia, you are so beautiful.”
His mouth covered my nipple and the alternating from suction to the flicking of his tongue; made it feel as if it were glass that would shatter if he touched it.
Against my will, a moan exuded from somewhere deep in my core.
He chewed up and down my neck as he spoke. “I think that you would do better in my dungeon. That way I can take you out and fuck you when I want to.”
“Ricardo please, please, I’ll do what you say, you’re scaring me.”
“Liar!” Little American liar.”
His finger pried at my opening and to my horror it slid right in, as if inviting my nemesis to have his way with me.
“Your body gives you away, Rubia, it tells all of your dirty little secrets.”
“Liar…Mi mientirosa pequeña”
“By the time that I am done with you little girl, you’ll be addicted to me. I own your ass and the quicker that you come to grips with that, the better off you will be. That sweet, tight little cunt of yours likes Ricardo.”
He chuckled, only adding to my confusion of why my body was responding to a man who had kidnapped me and forced my hand in marriage.
“That’s it baby, cum for me. You’re going to need the lubrication; when I fuck you into obedience.”
As if on command, I exploded.
Had it not been for his hand wrapped in my hair, I truly believe that I would have collapsed.
Ricardo
I tore out of my suit and straddled her before she had a chance to recover from the mind blowing orgasm that I had just given her.
I pinned her legs back resisting the urge to thrust into her full force. The little bitch, I wanted to hurt her, I wanted to make her listen.
“Oh that hot little hole of yours just loves me; regardless of what your head is telling you. I have no intention of letting you go anywhere; you little thief. Don’t underestimate me, or you will be sorry little girl!”
Juanita
I could feel the heat rumbling in my core, the bastard was doing it again.
My fingers raked into his flesh as I willingly opened my legs, giving in to the pleasure that he gave.
I had never been one to be a slut and here I was spreading my legs, moaning and wreathing, as if I were some bitch in heat.
How could it be that one man could cause me to be so conflicted? I didn’t want to reason, I didn’t want to resist; I only wanted to feel the way that he was making me feel right now, and so once again, I gave in.
As if reading my mind, his voice cut through my thoughts.
“That’s it; that’s it, give in Rubia…”
Chapter Seven
Ricardo smoked a cigarette and eyed his wife as she slept. He let his mind drift back to the first time that he had ever seen her.
He stood in the rafters of a large warehouse.
His troop’s moral had been low and he had arranged for two American female cage fighters to be brought in. The girls had behaved as if they were strangers.
Bets began to be placed and Juanita had won the crowd over as she flitted, flirted, wiggled, and giggled with all of the soldiers.
Ricardo observed her from the rafters and he was humored with her. She stood at almost six feet tall, had long blonde curls, and the figure of an athlete who had taken her workouts seriously.
As humored as he was, he watched her little scam unfold right before his eyes. Juanita was throwing the fight.
Nobody else would have caught it, but Ricardo was not just anybody. He was a trained military intelligence officer; who had excelled in his career.
Ricardo had grown up in the slums of Colombia. He had resorted to running drugs at a very young age.
His reputation was so well known for his ability to profile and interrogate the competition, that when the military got Intel on him; they recruited him.
Between Ricardo’s street sense and his military training; very little got past him.
After taking the time to profile her as she worked the ring; he separated the girls to interrogate them.
He would question Juanita, but Roxanne was being escorted to New York to marry his little brother Antonio Wayne.
He solidified in his mind that retribution was to be paid and that restitution would constitute; marriage to the brothers.
Juanita was left to sit in a room alone; in order to purposely build anticipation.
When Ricardo felt that she had been left alone long enough to ‘ponder,’ he entered pulling up a chair, turning it around and folding his arms on the back of it.
“That is quite the scam that you have going there Juanita.” Ricardo sat looking intently, as if waiting for an answer.
Juanita folded her arms in defiance, “I don’t have a clue what you are referring to.
“Ok, maybe a night in jail will jar you from your false state of dim-wittedness.”
“You can’t take me to jail!” Juanita jumped, lunging at him full force.
“You little bitch!” He said, shaking her like a rag doll.
“You cost me a lot of money!”
Juanita was right in his face and he noted that she became distracted. She began to study his face as she chewed on her bottom lip. He held her with one hand and turned whistling towards the door for the Dr. to come and sedate her.
Sleep eluded him that night; he saw her face each time that he made an attempt to do so.
It had taken Juanita three weeks before she broke down and agreed to go and begin her new life as his wife.
Each day he would go and ask if she was ready to become his wife and each day she would lunge at the bars cursing.
Over the period of three weeks, little by little her will had been weakened, until finally, at the end of three weeks, she had agreed to Ricardo’s demand.
He had made certain to keep her out of the prison population; he also made it known that there would be consequences if anyone so much as touched her.
His men knew that Ricardo had a sadistic streak and none of them wanted to be on the receiving end of it.
Needless to say, Juanita was guarded with the lives of those who watched over her. No guard wanted to suffer the wrath of Ricardo.
They had actually breathed a sigh of relief when she had finally agreed to join Ricardo in his mansion. Let someone else have the responsibility of watching over the trouble making American.
Chapter Eight
Oddly enough my life morphed into a state of normality.
My husband had a habit of stalking me. He thought nothing of standing around corners and spying on me, or listening in on my conversations with Marta; the woman who worked as his maid.
I had grown to like Marta and I could only assume that he felt that I would not be as guarded with her. When he was not lurking; one of his cronies was, and I would l learn just how far they went to watch me; at a later date.
Carlos
Carlos sat in Ricardo’s office with his hat in his hand, eyeing his boss.
He had thought long and hard about this, and though it wasn’t something that he looked forward to doing, it was the right thing to do.
He had wanted to be certain that his suspicions were valid before addressing the situation with Ricardo.
Señor, with all due respect, I need to speak with you concerning an issue that involves your wife.” Immediately Carlos viewed the dark shadow which crossed Ricardo’s face.
Ricardo’s temper had been one of the reasons that he had not been looking forward to this conversation.
“The guard who is assigned to Señora Ramirez; I don’t trust him.”
“What has he done, and more importantly, what has my wife done?”
“He watches her, and not in the sense of guarding her. It is my experience that if a guard is distracted with a client, they could possibly overlook a threat. My primary goal is to see that she is kept safe. Once again Sir, with all due respect, your wife can be naïve at times, and she does not pick up on these advances.”
Ricardo eyed his driver, “Carlos you have been very loyal. I believe that you are due a promotion. I am going to begin using you as our personal driver and bodyguard. I will address this issue with my wife later this evening.”
The one thing that Juanita would have going for her, that would help to ward off the wrath of her naturally suspicious mate’s nature, was that he too realized that Carl had pegged her correctly when he stated: That she was naïve.
Chapter Nine
Ricardo stood in the doorway and watched his wife dance around with the headset blaring in her ears, five minutes passed before she ever even noticed him.
He made his way over and removed the headset.
“Hey, I was listening to that.”
Ricardo threw it to the side and growled, “And now, you are listening to your husband!”
He squinted his eyes as he eyed her toying with a curl. “Do you dance like that when your guard is watching?”
“I don’t like him, he’s creepy.”
“Creepy?” Ricardo looked puzzled. “Que es eso, Juanita?”
Juanita laughed and said: “He looks at me like this.” She then made a face like the guard watched her hypnotized.
Ricardo could feel his blood beginning to boil, “I don’t like those shorts and that white tee shirt! I forbid you to wear them!”
“Don’t even start Ricardo, I’m not like you, I don’t need a maid to dress me. Get out of my room!” She screamed pointing towards the door.
“You little bitch! This is my house!”
Juanita swung back to smack him and he caught her hand mid air. He picked her up like a sack of potatoes and slung her onto the bed.
He then sat over her straddling her as he glared into her face. “You are my prisoner, maybe I’ll make you wear stripes, or better yet; maybe I’ll make you wear nothing at all.
“You big bully, you can’t make me do anything!”
He became distracted with eyeing her nipples under the white tee shirt, “You little bitch.”
In one sudden movement he ripped the shirt from top to bottom exposing her chest.
He rolled a nipple between two fingers as he listened to her breathing; which had now become labored.
“You owe me a lot of money little girl and I have every intention of taking it out of your hide. You little thief, I saw how you got my soldiers worked up. Do you think that you can flirt and tease me? I have my choice of women, but I like you, so I’ll keep you as my toy.”
He was purposely taunting her as his hands pulled and rolled at her now hardened nipples. He licked over one and then blew his hot breath over it.
“Please, Ricardo,” she had no idea what she was begging for.
He rose on his knees tugging at her shorts and she found herself kicking them off, rather than fighting him.
I want to play with my little toy, my little captive, mine, mine, mine.”
He was alternating sucking, licking and pulling at her breast.
“You are mine, the room that you live in, is mine.” He buried his face in her hair as his raspy whisper threatened her.
“What do you taste like, Rubia?”
He began chewing, licking and lightly biting down her stomach. Pushing her legs back and nibbling and licking at her sodden g-string.
He lightly moved her panties over licking up and down her moistened folds. He twisted the g-string in his fist ripping it from her body.
“Oh fuck, Ricardo, what are doing to me?”
He pinned her hips down forcing her to take every last second of the orgasm that raged through her core.
He couldn’t contain the hardening in his jeans anymore and ripped his clothing from his body.
Grabbing her hair at both sides of her head he continued the threats in her ear; as plunged into her. “Get those legs back, hold them back so I can get to that sweet little pussy that I own now. That’s it, oh such a good little prisoner, oh hell yeah girl, I know that is mine.”
The circling of his hips only served to elicit another raging orgasm through her core, before he unloaded his seed into his wife.
“Tell me that you want no other, Juanita.”
“Aww, please Ricardo, I don’t want another man…
And at that moment, there was no greater truth, because like it or not; Juanita had bonded with her captor.
Chapter Ten
Marta made her way over to Juanita’s bedside after setting the breakfast tray down on the small table that inhabited her room.
“Juanita, I like you very much. Since you have been here Ricardo has been much nicer.”
“He must be a real charmer when I am not around,” Juanita sarcastically stated, rolling her eyes.
“Juanita, your husband is a very dangerous man and his little brother; well, he is a little crazy.”
“What do you mean, Marta?”
Marta leaned in closer as if they had a secret, “Antonio Wayne is the one that they use to torture prisoners; he likes to hurt people.”
“Oh great, this just keeps getting better and better. I got the dangerous angry brother and my best friend got the crazy one.”
The girls looked up to view Ricardo standing in the doorway listening. Marta immediately began to apologize. “Lociento Señor, I’m sorry, very sorry.”
Juanita could hear the urgency in her voice and wondered what he did to these people to warrant such fear.
“No that’s fine Marta, you’re right, I am a very dangerous man and my wife sorely underestimates me. She is not familiar with the culture here, when it comes to the topic of men.
Ricardo glared at Juanita as he spoke, “But I can assure you, that she will get the message loud and clear by the time that I am done with her, her innocence causes her to be naive and her underestimation of me; could very well cause her problems.”
Ricardo nodded his head commanding Marta to leave; with not so much as a word.
“Don’t even start Ricardo! I’m headed out to go run.”
Ricardo made his way over to Juanita, but the movements that he made resembled that of a predator stalking prey; more so than a man who was getting ready to address his wife.
Juanita
I could already feel my breathing beginning to become labored, due to the fear that he caused to rise within me. I never knew how to read him.
He lifted my chin with one finger, “Look at me when I’m talking to you. When are you going to get it Juanita; you’re a prisoner.”
“Well it isn’t like I can run away; you took my passport, Ricardo.”
He pulled me forward with the handful of hair that he held at the nape of my neck and began whispering threats into my ear.
“God help you if you ever do; because nobody else will be able to.”
I felt as if ice water ran through my veins when he said that. He didn’t need to raise his voice, the truth was in his black unforgiving orbs; eyes of a creature and not a man.
“You have a new body guard,” he taunted.
“Whatever Ricardo, I really don’t care.”
“Don’t you want to know what happened to the other one, Juanita?”
“No, it isn’t like we braided each other’s hair and discussed boy bands or anything, Ricardo.”
&nbs
p; Ricardo laughed at her joke, but somehow it seemed to be more of a sinister laugh that held some sort of secret; as if it were exhibiting that Ricardo knew something that she didn’t.
“He is in my dungeon; waiting, as I debate whether I want to kill him or not.”
“Ricardo, as much as I would love to discuss the ins and outs of the mindset of Colombian thugs, I’m more concerned about my ass turning into oatmeal.”
I squirmed away racing towards the door and down the hallway.
All I could hear was his sinister laugh in the back-round, as the front door slammed behind me.
As much as I tried to act as if his words didn’t bother me, they troubled me very deeply.
I made a mental note to do some research on my husband. The trick was going to be convincing him that I was becoming accustomed to my life.
I needed a laptop in the worst sort of way. Yes; it was time to manipulate my captor and to let him believe that I was bonding with him.
“A good ol case of Stockholm Syndrome will come in handy; even if it is fake.” I thought to myself.
I couldn’t help but wonder if it would be real, or fake? Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I had bonded with my captor. I craved what the man did to my body.
Chapter Eleven
Making my way through the hilly terrains of Antigua always cleared my head. Antigua was a small Guatemalan pueblo that was quaint in its appearance and ambiance.
Many of the Mayan Indians lived here and the Guatemalans that lived here were of the upper echelon of society. It wasn’t so much the people here; it was the lack of them.
Antigua took me away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
Whether I wanted to admit it or not I felt safe here. How could it be that my captor gave me a sense of security?
I knew that my husband had my back and God help anyone who tried to hurt me. I would find out soon enough, just how seriously my husband took his job of watching over his little captive.
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