Sold

By Heather ©

(and a heap of thanks to Solomon)

Chapter 2(Jen)

Disclaimer:

If you don’t like graphic sexual stories, if you are under 18, or if you live in a state where reading this is illegal, then don’t read this and leave. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature then I suggest you leave as well. This is a work of fiction to display fantasy.

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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