Sold
By Heather ©
(and a heap of thanks to Solomon)
Chapter 2(Jen)
Disclaimer:
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WARNING: This story is pretty intense, but as with all my stories, nothing really happens to the characters that they haven’t asked for or injures them. Wait until the end of the story before thinking otherwise, or if in doubt at any time - STOP READING!!
It was clear I was all alone now and there wasn’t anyone that even knew
what country I was in, let alone where I was at the moment. The entire trip to
my abductor’s house I went over what I might do to please my new owner so that
I might live through the next two days. We had been told that if we were smart
that we would be returned to the border, but the man that told us that didn’t
elaborate on any kind of rules or what might happen if even one of us fought
back or escaped.
The bed of the truck was rough and cold against my bare skin. I was still
nude and wondered if I’d ever see clothes again. I remembered the cute black
top with the famous bunny over my left breast that I loved so much. I had been
wearing that many hours ago before this all started, but it was somewhere
between my home in Texas in where ever the hell I was at now in Mexico. So far
the most I could remember before waking up during my being auctioned off, was
meeting Michelle and Amy behind our old school to go out for the night. We were
going to try getting into a bar frequented by bikers with our phony ID’s. The
bar wasn’t all that bad, but since every other bar in our area was known for
busting underage kids, we thought three girls stood a better chance of getting
into a place where girls would be very welcomed.
When the truck pulled to a stop, I quickly remembered the demeanor the
man at the bar told me was expected by Pedro, my purchaser. He was the freaky
kind of guy that girls would talk about that liked it when a girl fought back a
little. The difference here though was that it wasn’t a dating game or ritual,
but could very well save my life, or send me spiraling into hell. I would have
to gauge quickly just how much fight this pervert expected without pissing him
off by fighting him too much. I really hoped there wasn’t a ‘too much’.
When Pedro came around to get me, it seemed as if he was telling me his
name because I heard Pedro in there someplace. I didn’t have a clue about
anything else though. The tailgate fell open and Pedro came up towards the front
to untie the rope he had used to keep me from jumping out.
He went back to the tailgate and grabbed my legs to drag me to the foot
of the bed. I started my act and kicked at his hands despite my ankles still
being tied together. I could see him smile at that in the dim light of the night
sky.
I was dragged to the tailgate anyway and felt the grit of the dirt biting
my bare cheeks along the way. He wrestled me over his shoulder again and carried
me into a dingy looking house. This time I was fully aware of the feeling of my
pubic hair being pressed into this strangers shoulders. It was a small camp-like
house, one floor, and unlit. Knowing his way in the dark, he knew where he was
putting me, but I screamed when I felt myself being flung from his shoulder. It
turned out that there was a couch for me to land on. A dull light came on and I
saw I was in a small living room. Now that I was alone with this guy in his
house, I became very aware that my nudity was extremely prevalent. My tits were
spilled to my right side and seemed too inviting for any guy to resist, so I
tried sitting up some as if that would do anything.
Pedro wasn’t saying a word. He stood about ten feet away and was eyeing
me from head to toe. I was pissed at being bought by him, and I figured I was
the only one of the three of us that didn’t have to hide my real feelings. I
thought quickly about the hell Amy and Michelle might be finding themselves in
at the moment elsewhere in this godforsaken country. It seemed like he was
trying to decide what exactly he was going to do with me now that I was truly
all his, or so I thought. When he began to take off his clothes, I got my first
view of my poison. He wasn’t all that big, or broad shouldered. He seemed very
average and when he got his shirt off, I saw his chest was hairless. I had
expected to see something, but no hair even around his nipples.
By the time he got to pulling his underwear off, I was beginning to
expect less than average in size, thus his need to buy a girl like this. I was
surprised to see he had a thick cock, about six or seven inches in length. If I
was going to get raped, I figured his size wasn’t all that threatening. He
slowly strutted over to me, pushed me over into a half lying position again, and
stood by my head.
He seemed amused that his hardon was bobbing against my head. I refused
to even look at it until he reached out and took me by my hair. It was obvious
he was in no hurry to assault me because he spent quite some time rubbing the
moist tip of his prick against my cheek and neck, over my lips and even to my
nostrils so I would have the smell of his cock on every inhale of breath. I
couldn’t move my head away from his projections onto me, so all I could do was
try to figure out why he was spending so much time just rubbing himself against
me. I decided it had to be his twisted way of getting me use to him.
I was really starting to get afraid of what I would be going through over
the course of the next two days and if I would even make it out alive. I spent a
lot of time thinking about the last things I said to my parents and all my
friends. And just as I started to well up tears in my eyes, there was a banging
at his front door. Pedro obviously knew who it was because he didn’t bother to
get dressed to open the door for them. I couldn’t see them, but I heard
several voices that seemed so excited that it made me feel like I was a zoo
specimen or party favor. Little did I know, but that exact idea would come back
to haunt me the next night.
All of a sudden there was a crowd forming around me and I felt so much
more unsafe than I had at the first building. I wanted to seep into the cushions
though when I saw it appeared to be two couples. My first instincts told me that
having two girls there would make it somewhat less unpleasant physically, but
when I saw their jovial demeanors I realized that they would probably be adding
to my torment. It didn’t appear that any of them spoke English so speaking to
them wasn’t going to have much effect. The women threw their bags into a chair
and stood in front of me as if to size me up. I could tell they were deciding
what to do with me, or to me.
While I waited for whatever it was they had in mind for me to start, I
was beginning to understand that nudity had many layers. I had already been hung
up in front of probably fifty hooting and howling men and women, driven miles
through the desert in the back of a pickup truck, and now laid out in front of
five people in very close quarters. And by far, I felt far more stripped of both
clothes and dignity as I lay prone and bound on the couch before them.
I was being treated as if I was an intriguing new toy and one of the
women reached out and jostled my right boob as it hung to my side as if to say
something about my size. The other woman pointed at my nipple and I realized she
was pointing out how hard it had gotten hard under the other’s touch. The
first woman pushed her guy toward me and the next thing I knew he was grabbing
at the nipple she had made erect with his teeth. I turned away from him, but he
had my nipple firmly between his teeth and all I succeeded in doing was
stretching it away from my body. Slowly they all started to get in on the fun
and were probing my cunt with their fingers, twisting and biting at my nipples,
and Pedro was back at my mouth rubbing his half hard cock across my lips.
I began to understand that the women’s course of action was to make fun
of the white girl and to inflict as much humility as they could. It started out
that they played with my tits and nipples as if they were toys, and took their
own turns at palming my crotch really hard. Then they just walked away without
saying a word to each other.
The men went back at me and one of them twisted my legs over the back of
the couch. They were laughing over the brand that had been burnt into my skin.
One of them rubbed it rather hard and I screamed at the rawness of my skin. He
patted my cheek as if to apologize, way too hard. The women came back just in
time to see my ass still being held out for viewing and went a mile a minute
discussing my embarrassment. Then they talked heatedly among themselves and
abandoned me. I had no idea what they were talking about until I saw one of the
women kept holding up a bottle of pills. It seemed like they had come to an
agreement and separated. One of the women came to me and eased her body over
mine. She had a wicked smile on her face and I figured I was going to be
molested by my first lesbian.
The girl held my head in her hands and began kissing me. I saw everyone
else quiet down, so I thought if I participated a little that maybe I would wind
up dealing with the women more instead of getting raped nonstop. I started
kissing back as much as I could and she must have approved. I felt her slipping
her tongue into my mouth and wished she had of heard of a little something
calling brushing. And then I felt what I thought was one of teeth rolling
through my mouth. Before I could figure out what it was, she pulled back from me
and placed her hand over my mouth. The other woman fell beside me and began
rubbing my throat to force me to swallow. I realized the items in my mouth were
pills she had slipped me from her own mouth. I held the pills between the roof
of my mouth and my tongue, but then the first woman pinched my nose closed as
well.
I had about fifteen seconds to decide what to do, so I gulped the pills
down hoping it was just something mild. The woman was yelling at me and then
seemed to be asking me if I had swallowed it. She finally took her hands away,
but doubled up her fist to warn me not to spit them out. I opened my mouth to
show her I had swallowed them. I guess she didn’t believe me and stuck two
fingers in my mouth and felt all around. When she was satisfied I had indeed
swallowed the pills they backed away from me.
Pedro came over to me and had a long knife in his hand. I was so
frightened that I closed my eyes and started crying. Then I heard them laughing
at me and looked to see I was having my hands and ankles freed. I sat up and
rubbed my wrists to get feeling back into them. They appeared to be talking
about me and waiting for the pills to take affect. And it wasn’t a long wait.
In less than fifteen minutes I noticed I was getting very drowsy. I started to
freak out over what might happen to me if I was knocked out and put my hands
over my face as I cried. Every minute that went by I could tell that the pill
was taking control of me. I didn’t even want to imagine what they wanted to do
to me after I was passed out, but it had to be so deranged.
The last thing I can remember was someone sitting me up straight and the
girls were pulling my legs wide open. Somehow they had all gotten out of their
clothes and one of the husbands or boyfriends seemed to be squatting in between
my legs as if to fuck me. His girl was urging him on. And that was it. I spent
the next several hours drifting in and out of consciousness and would only catch
glimpses as I found man after man between my legs.
By the time I was able to fight my way into staying awake, I became aware
of a ring of people around me. I was face down and there was a clamor of excited
talking going on. Eventually I determined that I had been moved to the outside
of the house and was lying over a saddle. I couldn’t tell what was holding me
into the air, but hands were grabbing my hips tightly to keep me from falling
over the saddle to the ground. I could tell I was still getting fucked, but only
because my body was being bumped forward with the telltale frequency of the
motion. I wondered why they would have chosen to knock me out to take turns
raping me. It seems that they would have enjoyed my fight. After all, that was
how this had all started out.
Someone noticed I was awake and pointed it out to the others just as a
flash went off in my face. There was a woman standing there capturing my
nonplussed look for their later amusement. She continued taking pictures of me
and the man fucking me. Eventually, she brought one of the instant pictures in
front of my eyes to show me what I looked like. I was bent over the saddle as I
knew, it appeared to be on some sort of an overstuffed chair, and it showed a
man having totally free access to me. As I noticed the globs of sperm running
freely down the back of my legs, I became aware of the feeling of the slime in
the cold night air.
I reached out trying to grab the woman for some reason and she backed
away. But them she started producing picture after picture of me with different
attackers taking advantage of me. At first I couldn’t quite understand what
was going on in the pictures until the man behind me appeared quite small. I
guess my face was coming back to life, because the woman showing me the photos
began giggling when she saw my surprise. It hadn’t been a small man, but a
young boy. The woman showed me one picture at a time as she would point out that
a new boy was standing behind me each time. It was becoming clear to me that
several boys had used me to “come of age” while I had been knocked out.
I shook my head slowly in disbelief that they would have allowed such
perversion to go on. The woman said something to me as she reached into a bag to
retrieve more pictures. She rambled through the pictures quickly and just as she
was about to show me one that she had reacted gleefully to, Pedro was standing
there brushing her hand away. He said something to her that seemed to end her
delight at tormenting my mind and the pictures went back into the bag. That left
me to wonder what she had wanted to show me and every perversion in my mind ran
through my head.
Suddenly, there appeared to be a fight going on behind me. It seemed as
though two men were jockeying for the same vantage point behind my upturned
body. A pointed finger was slammed past my face and pointed toward a can on the
ground in front of me. I struggled forward enough to see that the can was a bulk
vegetable can that was nearly full of Mexican paper money and coins. My body was
dragged backwards for the man’s benefit and I realized that as I had been
passed out, I had been repeatedly sold time and again to men and boys for their
use. I figured out that the man raping me was complaining that he had paid his
fare for me and the turmoil ended.
I saw two young girls off to one side of me laughing and pointing at me.
I couldn’t believe that they were gleeful over what was happening to me. They
were barely into puberty themselves, but it seemed that depraved actions such as
these would have at least made them fearful for themselves. One of them made a
gesture towards her neck and I assumed she wanted me to feel mine, and when I
did I found some kind of a collar on it.
As the man abusing my ass was slamming his way into getting off, one of
the girls grabbed her tiny chest in her hands and made mocking gestures towards
me as if making fun of a wanton whore. She didn’t seem the least caring about
what I was going through. I looked at my tits to get away from their jabs as
they fell towards my face and saw several bite marks on them. And with a sudden
hard thrust, I knew the man was done with me.
The second the man pulled away from me, I felt another man getting behind
me, and forcing his hands under and around my waist. I was abruptly pulled into
a standing position and held slightly off the ground. I felt the immediate
seeping of a great deal of spent sperm running out of my obviously gaping hole
and down my thighs. I caught a last look at the money in the can on the ground
and wondered just how many men and boys had had use of me to make the can so
full.
I became aware that as I was turned around and carried towards the house,
the audience of well over a dozen men, woman and kids jeered the man carrying
me. My body was used to bump the door of the house open and then again to force
open the door to a dark and dirty bedroom. I was body slammed onto the bed and
as I spun around to see the face of my assailant, I saw it was my owner, Pedro.
At first I wondered why he had waited for so many other men to have used my body
before settling in to take a turn at me himself, but then it occurred to me that
I had no idea how many times he may have already raped me himself.
The twisted bastard had such an evil smile on his face as he took off his
clothes again. I was mesmerized by the man as I watched him strip down and it
was causing a strange effect on me. I remembered how I had been warned about how
he feared I would be too passive towards his desires, and his whole aim seemed
bent on tormenting and raping me. I cowered backwards until I was against the
wall in a heap of nerves. When I saw
him pushing his underwear towards the floor and his cock came into view again,
something came over me that I had never felt before. Seeing his craving for me,
and mixed with how hard his cock was as it stood tight to his body in
anticipation of getting relief, I never felt so needed in my life. But there was
something much worse playing out here. Heat was building between my legs unlike
anything I had ever felt. Whether it was the hellhole I was in, my woeful
situation, or just seeing this animal full of lust in need of my body, something
was turning me into a raving lunatic for sex.
As Pedro began climbing onto the bed, I knew what I wanted to happen, and
despite how sick it was, I began kicking at my attacker to play out my role. He
grabbed for my legs to control me and yanked me into a more prone position. I
twisted free and for that received a hard swat to my outer thigh. The pain was
nothing next to what my mind was doing with it. I craved more of it and
continued kicking at him until he had worked his way up and over me in a half
lying position. He struggled to control my hands by grabbing at my wrists. I
called him a “mother fucker” and spit in his face. He sat back for a moment
and just smiled. The one thing we were sharing was our desire for a fight. At
least he understood his need; I was still trying to figure out what in the hell
was coming over me. Why had I suddenly turned into a craving beast myself? I was
fearful that he might see into my head and understand what I was really doing,
and continued fighting with him until he laid another palm across my face so
hard it stunned me into not moving at all.
Within a few seconds of feeling the searing pain wafting across my face,
I went right back to trying to free my hands of his grip. I kept swearing at him
and trying to spit at him, and just as any girl would know, that just drove him
harder. In Mexico, there was little for him to worry about raping a white girl.
Not only did I realize I was going to get raped again, but it was what my sick
and depraved body was begging for at the moment. Never in my wildest fantasies
had I ever really wanted to go through this experience, but now that there
wasn’t a thing I could do about it I was somehow looking forward to it; even
totally desiring it.
When I was exhausted and Pedro had taken the fight out of me, he sat back
enough to make a grab for my ass. He squeezed the right cheek of my ass as he
tried bending it out enough for me to see the mark I had been given. In
extremely broken English, he said, “Made in Mexico… bitch.”
“Fuck you, you bastard,” I screamed. I began kicking again, but this
time I was easily subdued. I was nearly out of strength for the moment and I
felt him working one of his knees between mine, forcing my legs to spread for
him. I twisted my body, but he successfully got his other knee between mine and
I was his offering at that point. Any girl knows that as soon as your legs are
successfully spread, there is virtually nothing you can do to keep a man out of
you. The prick reached forward and caught his fingers in the collar around my
neck, thus pinning my neck and head off to one side for his next maneuver.
In a flash, Pedro was placing the tip of his cock between my swollen lips
with his hand, and then he made a dash to grab my wrists again and pinned them
to each side of my head. I made one effort to squirm away from his penetration
just as I felt his cock sliding into me. It was too easy for him to get into me
because of all the slop the others had left in me. Now I was pinned my both his
hands, and this organ stabbing into me. I twisted my head side to side as he
tried kissing and biting at my neck.
Pedro began fucking me furiously, and I found that despite his girth that
he was too stout to hit the spots I wanted, and I began bucking my hips into the
air. For sure, he had to assume I was still fighting him, but in reality I knew
this action was entirely for my benefit. My actions were causing his pelvic bone
to mash my clit unmercifully, and that was causing me an orgasm unlike anything
I have ever experienced in my life. My screams turned into a hash of mournful
wailing and expletives that were more aimed at describing the explosive cum I
was having rather than to rebuke my rapist. But just who was raping whom here?
Our language barrier mixed with our culture and gender inflections were
working ever so nicely for me. Never had I ever thought of getting raped as a
serious exercise of sexual conduct I would willingly become a party to, but I
just couldn’t get enough of this animal’s assaulting power. I freed my right
hand and slapped at his face until I received a blow to the side of my right
chest that sent me reeling in pain. But it only heightened the fullness I was
feeling within me. I broke free again and knowing full well what I was asking
for, I slapped his face again and spit at it.
His thrusting stopped for a moment as he sat up on his extended arms and
took several hard slaps across my face. I never would have guessed that pain
could be so intensely erotic, but between his cock having been to the point of
shooting off in me and his violent slapping, I was quivering in the absolute
most explosive mental orgasm I could ever imagine. I was stunned as he quickly
went back to fucking me, and somehow I managed to half flip to my right side.
Instead of straightening my body out for himself, Pedro pulled out of me
and instead finished turning me over to put me on my stomach. I felt him lifting
my ass into the air and held me there with a fist in the middle of my back. I
felt his cock slam back into me and with this new position, he went deeper into
me. I had my arms out to the sides of my head and my whole body was a swell of
wave after wave of micro orgasms that were keeping me stunned into submission.
And just when I thought it couldn’t get any more amazing, Pedro began slapping
my ass right on my branding repeatedly as he stole his final thrusts. But
instead of cumming in my pussy, he quickly pulled from me, forced me over and
onto my back, and surged forward to push his cock into my face. I knew what he
wanted me to do, but it wasn’t until he grabbed my jaw in his hand and worked
his fingers hard against my teeth that I opened my mouth for him.
I felt his first spurt make it’s way half into my mouth and the other
half splashing across my chin. With his fingers pried tightly against my molars,
I was unable to do anything but wait for him to finish using me. I never much
liked the taste of cum, but since I had tolerated other guys doing it to me
willingly in the past, I stopped fighting him. And when he was finished drooling
his slop into my mouth with his fingers milking his cock dry, I subconsciously
popped my head forward to use my lips to clean the remnants of his cum off the
head of his cock. I caught my voluntary action and dropped my head back, but he
saw the act and smiled. The game was over.
Pedro swung his leg over my head and stepped off the bed. I immediately
lunged to hang off the side of the bed to spit his semen from my mouth to his
amused laughter. I was trying to figure out where to go from here, and all I
could do was roll over on my back and look at him. His once menacing cock was
little more than a chubby remembrance now, but it was the way that he was
staring at me that had me unnerved now. I think he was catching on that who had
raped whom wasn’t quite as clear as he had thought. I watched him pulling on
his clothes as he spoke to me. I had no idea what he was trying to convey, but I
knew it was some kind of warning. As soon as he was dressed, he shook his finger
at me, made a motion for me to stay put, and went out the door.
I looked down at my body now that I was fully awake again and saw the
mess that had been made of me. My pubic hair was matted from all the spent cum
and my legs were already wholly black and blue from the pounding I had taken. I
was beginning to feel all the blows my body had just taken, even begged for at
the time, and saw the full length mirror hanging on the back of the door. I
scrambled to my feet and barely recognized the girl looking back at me. My left
eye was already swelling shut from what would turn out to be a black eye from
the slapping, the corner of my lip had a slight cut, and my hair looked like
several men had cum in it. It was all stringy and matted, and then I saw the
clock radio next to the bed in the reflection of the mirror. I began to turn to
check the time and date when I saw the mark on my right cheek. I pulled on my
ass to get a better look at it in the mirror. It was painful and fully reddened
from the slapping Pedro had given it, but I remembered the most important thing
about it; it was meant to be a degrading mark for others to see. That meant that
as long as we didn’t become overly threatening to our captors, Amy, Michelle,
and I might just live through this to see each other again.
I went to the clock and saw that it said nine-thirty PM, but it was the
day of the week that threw me for a loop. It said it was Sunday and that would
not only mean that I had already been kept drugged and abused for nearly two
days, but that by what we had been told, we should be getting released within
hours. My legs wobbled under me and I sat on the edge of the bed as I tried to
figure out if I had really been passed out for two days or not. I looked over
the bruises on my body and they seemed to be growing in number as I looked more
closely. My entire crotch area was battered, bruised, swollen, and sore as all
hell.
I was just wondering how my friends were making out and then just how
badly they might have been treated when I heard someone coming back into the
house. I pushed back against the wall on the bed and cowered over whatever was
about to come my way. The bedroom door opened and Pedro was there with two other
men and one of the women from the first day. One of the men stepped forward and
sat on the bed as he went to rub my leg. I took my leg out of his grasp and
looked over to my owner for some sense of what was expected of me.
“Now, little girl, this is the time to worry.” The man spoke English
and was obviously brought in to communicate with me. “Pedro is worried… over
what you might do if you are released. What should I tell my friend?”
I looked between all the men and the woman and wondered just what I
should say to save my life. Pedro was looking a bit piqued, but I was in Mexico
and it wasn’t like he really had anything to fear considering I was an
American. I twisted my jaw all around, tried to cover myself a little and asked
the man what he wanted to hear. He told me I had to tell Pedro just how worried
to be. It came to me then what I might say, but it would probably be a littler
more believable if I did it in a language he might be able to understand
himself.
Slowly, I edged my way off the bed and past the man as I got to my feet.
I could barely walk from the horrendous fucking I just gone through, but I
slowly made my way over to stand in front of Pedro. I was sort of amazed that I
was nearly as tall as he was, and then I made my statement. In what could only
be described as a very awkward attempt at being slutty, I reached out and
grabbed Pedro’s crotch. The others cheered my shameless action, but Pedro
smiled and grabbed me to him. He spun me around, backed me into the wall, and
forced a long, slovenly kiss on me. I worked my arms between us and gave a quick
shove against his chest to get him away from me.
In a very intense exchange of fiery eyes, Pedro finally understood what I
was doing. He smiled and said something that made the others laugh. The woman
came over to me, ran her hand over my cheek until her hand was tangled in my
hair, and then took a turn at molesting my mouth with her own. Both of her hands
grabbed fistfuls of my hair and forced me to hold still as she ran her tongue
all through my mouth. My hands flew to hers and were trying to get her to
release me, but eventually I submitted to her assault and even kissed her back.
When
she pulled away, I struggled for any other thing I might say or do to persuade
them to release me, and it came to me as I caught a quick glimpse of my ass in
the mirror. I turned my right cheek toward Pedro and the girl, put on a twisted
smile, and lightly rubbed my brand. That started a flurry of conversation
between them and I was dragged out of the house by my hand. Most of the people
were gone, but the two girls I had seen earlier were still there and beside
themselves with their childish giggling and pointing at my battered body.
The girl went over to the overstuffed chair I had been bent over as I
came to and snatched some clothes from it. She brought them to me and I saw a
pair of shorts and a loose peasant top. I took them carefully from her and began
putting them on with a great deal of trouble and pain. I looked for the man that
had spoken to me earlier and asked if this meant I was going home and all he did
was smile. A girl worked to get the collar off my neck and just by the way she
did it I could tell it was a dog collar. What the fuck?
Without any fanfare, a hood was suddenly thrown over my head from behind
me and as I grabbed for it, someone tied it closed around my neck. I stopped
fighting it when I realized they would only do this if I was going to be
released and held still. I was led to the truck that had brought me to this hell
hole and pushed into the middle of the front seat. I could tell the girl was
sitting next to me because she began groping my tits under the loose top as she
spoke to me in Spanish. It seemed like a long ride, but they were actually
bringing me right back to the makeshift stage where this had all started.
There were a few voices in the background, but not much else. I think it
was the smell of the building that told me where I was at more than anything. A
few minutes later, I was put into another truck of some kind and forced to lie
on the floor. I could tell I was being squished up against other people and
after we started on our way, I assumed I was being smuggled back into the U.S.
again. It was about a half hour drive before the vehicle came to a halt and I
was dragged out of the truck. A minute later I felt the hood being removed from
my neck and just before it was taken off, I heard Amy squealing out my name in
disbelief. I then heard her say Michelle’s name and assumed we had all made
it, but then she suddenly screamed, “No, please don’t…”.
When the hood left my eyes open to the darkness of the night,
I saw a man standing off to my side, holding a gun to my head. I immediately
began crying. I begged him not to shoot me and promised, as were Amy and
Michelle that we would never say a word to anyone about what we had gone through
at their hands. After an endless amount of time, the man put on a troubled look
and said something to one of the other men behind me.
“He wants to know if you enjoyed your branding?” I looked around to
see the man and slowly I answered that I had. “Then you should never forget
where your pretty little white ass got it from. Walk that way two miles and
you’ll find a taxi waiting for you. Hurry! We will have it waiting for you,
but if you ever… ever breathe a word of this to anyone, we’ll send our
compatriots back to kill you. Understand?”
I nodded my head and the other girls pledged their silence as well. I was
handed a small cloth pack and asked again if the trip was worth our service just
to get a very ritualistic tattoo. I was a little puzzled over the way he stated
it, but I nodded my head again. The men seemed satisfied that we wouldn’t
cause them any trouble and turned to climb into what turned out to be a van, and
then it sped away from us, leaving us in the darkness of the desert night.
As soon as the van was out of site, we all started hugging each other and
screaming out our joy. Michelle grabbed me by my shoulders, pushed me to arms
length, and asked me if I was okay. It seemed obvious that I had taken the most
brutal punishment physically, but we would soon find that it was poor Amy that
had taken the biggest hit in many ways.
We soon decided that we had to limp our way in the direction we had been
told to travel and hope that the cab was really there to whisk us away. We all
walked quite gingerly, and little of our ordeal was spoken of as we limped
along. I opened the pouch I had been handed and with the little bit of moonlight
shining down on us, I found within it three separate vanilla envelopes. I opened
the first one and immediately saw it was filled with instant pictures. I picked
out a couple and after allowing my eyes to adjust, I finally made out that it
was a picture meant to embarrass Amy. A woman was holding Amy’s head between
her legs. The woman was nude and she appeared to be sitting on Amy’s face to
force her to do the obvious. Poor Amy seemed so tormented.
A quick peek at the other picture led me to believe that the three
envelopes had been meant for each of us as sort of a dig at our egos. The two
pictures were both of Amy and I assumed they all would be within that particular
envelope. There must have been a few dozen of them. I began pushing the pictures
back into the enclosure when I poked my finger on something and reached in to
find the item. I pulled out a plastic piece that was rectangular with two small
metal pins protruding from it. I turned it every which way until it suddenly
came to me what it was; the end of a stun gun. I held it out and for a moment we
all stopped walking as Michelle took it to see what it was for herself. Amy’s
bottom lip began trembling at the sight of it and tears rolled down her face.
Michelle and I held her to calm her down and assured her that we had all made it
out of Mexico alive, and that was all that really mattered.
I handed her the envelope and after looking in it briefly, she put the
plastic piece back into it and clutched it to her chest. I told Michelle that
one of the remaining envelopes would be hers and reached for a second one to
peruse. The picture I pulled out tugged at a heavy object that was attached to a
string as if it were a necklace. I pulled it out along with the picture and saw
that it appeared to be the end of a handle for some kind of a garden tool. It
was about eight inches long and had a string threaded through a hole in the cut
off end of it. Michelle visibly winced in pain when she saw what I was holding
and stated, “That would be my envelope.” Obviously, she had been raped by
the implement. As I pushed the object and the picture back into the pouch, I saw
the picture was of Michelle swinging from a rope with many, many people
surrounding her in a circle. I also saw that her envelope was much fatter than
the other two and when I looked closely, I saw a glass lying at the bottom of
it. I handed it to her and told her to be careful, that it had a glass in it.
That fact seemed to bother her a lot more than the stick had.
I didn’t have the guts to look at what was in my envelope, so I changed
the subject to our brandings. Amy told us how hers hurt as bad as the day she
got it and Michelle responded that it was hardly worth what she had gone through
to get it. I blurted out that at least we had something to remind us of the most
trying times of our lives and how we had all been together when Michelle’s
words began ringing in my ears. They played back in my ears several times before
I grabbed her arm, stopped her pace, and asked, “What do you mean – it was
hardly worth it? Do you know why this shit happened?”
Michelle tugged her arm away from my grip and told us that she didn’t
know anything, but Amy and I stared at each other knowing she was telling one of
her lies. But this wasn’t the place or time to figure out what she knew, so we
continued limping on. Just about that time was when we saw the lights of a car
approaching us on the dirt road. As it neared us, we saw the familiar light dome
on its roof indicating that it was the taxi we had been walking towards. The man
pulled over and got out to help us into his car. He didn’t ask about our
bruises or anything, so we assumed that he was connected in some way to our
abductors and kept our mouths shut.
When the driver asked us where we were going, he had no problem with
driving us over sixty miles to our hometown. We decided that we should all go to
Michelle’s apartment to clean up and rest. An hour or so later we were all
packing out of the car. On the way home, we told the man that we had been robbed
and couldn’t pay him and that was when we found out that he had already been
given two hundred dollars to pick us up by a very intimidating stranger. Part of
his job was to keep his mouth shut and not ask us questions. Whether he was in
on all this or not was of little importance now; we just wanted to get home and
lick our wounds.
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