Trafficked

Chapter One-3

“Help me! Let me loose. Someone… any one… please help me!”

Carefully I listened for a response, but down deep I knew none was coming. My screams were just mumbled, virtually silent noises, nothing more. This must be a dream, I thought, but quickly realized the gravity of my situation. I had been drugged and taken prisoner. That b***h lured me back to the club for a reason. They had kidnapped me. This must be what I had been warned about by both cab drivers.

I tried to move again, but it wasn’t possible, so I tried to scream for help once more.

“Help! Someone, anyone… please help me! P – l – e – a – s – e….”

It did no good because no sounds passed from my widely spread lips. The large ball gag which was fastened behind my teeth was doing what it was designed to do. I lay there and waited for someone to come and check on me, but no one did. I was their captive with no possible escape.

Many hours passed. I know I slept through many of them. Being in total darkness with not a sound to be heard has that effect on someone.

Suddenly a bright light came on. I realized I was in a small cell with a barred door between me and the rest of the world. Moments later a woman and two well-muscled men appeared.

The woman who greeted me at the front door of the club stood in front of my cell. She was dressed in tan, skin-tight riding britches with a ruffled white blouse and highly polished, knee-high leather boots. She had a stiff riding crop in her gloved hand that she slapped against the side of her calf. The loud smack immediately got my attention. One of her henchmen opened the cell door, as she walked in and stood over me.

“I’m surprised that none of your friends have reported you missing yet. It’s been a day and a half since you disappeared. Shouldn’t they be worried?”

“Y – a – m – m – t – h….”

“That’s what I thought. They don’t know you returned to the club, do they? It’s amazing what the promise of a little kinky s*x will do to a young, handsome guy like you. Tell me, what did Mia do that those college sluts won’t do that drew you back to my club”

“N – a – a – n ….”

She laughed. “Diego, show him what his future holds. He came here for some f*****g, didn’t you, gringo? Give him what he wanted.”

The two guards grabbed me and turned me over on my knees. The cuffs were released from my ankles, making my ass stick up in the air and totally accessible to her guard. I couldn’t see him, but I heard him unbuckle his pants and push them down below his knees. Then he spit in his hand just like that scene in the movie Brokeback Mountain. My fear was justified, as I felt his hard d**k pushing against my tightly squeezed ass bud. I tried to move and escape him, but his partner stood with his feet on both sides of my head, pressing them against my shoulders.

There was no avoiding the inevitable. I knew what was going to happen. I tried to scream, but only non-descript, panicked sounds could be heard.

“N – n – n – n!”

My protests did no good, as his huge c**k bulldozed its way into my ass. A screeching sound squeezed passed the ball in my mouth. The pain was overwhelming, making me nearly pass out, as his massive member tore open my tightly clenched hole. I screamed and cried and tried to pull away, as he brutally ravaged my virgin hole. Then with an unstoppable force he drove his entire pecker deep into my bowels. The monster pulled slowly back, and the f*****g began. His violent assault seemed to never end, as he rammed and jammed his over-sized c**k into me, driving it harder and deeper with every powerful thrust of his hips. There seemed to be no end to the agony of my rape. He f****d me for several long minutes, but before he blew his load, he pulled out.

I was pulled up on my knees, placing my mouth at c**k level. My gag was roughly removed, but before I could speak, he shoved his c**k deep into my open mouth. His massive hands grabbed the back of my head, as he drove his c**k into my throat, face-f*****g me with a similar vengeance. Just like in my ass he had no mercy. I gagged and coughed, but it didn’t slow him down a bit. With his strong hands gripping the hair on the back of my head he tipped it up so I could look straight into his evil eyes. That opened my throat enough for him to drive his long, hard c**k in even deeper. After a dozen or so powerful thrusts, he blew a huge load of c*m into me. I coughed and choked. I thought I was going to puke, as his steaming hot jism blasted into my mouth and throat. As it seeped down inside me, I had no choice but to swallow. Finally he released my head, and I sunk to the floor.

“He’ll make a good w***e, Señora. You make lots of money with him,” my attacker said, as he turned me on my side and refastened the cuffs to my ankles.

Without another word the cell door slammed shut, leaving me on the filthy, hard concrete floor totally used and alone in the darkness. I lay there and wept until there were no tears left. Then the realization set in. Plain and simple, I was the victim of some sort of human s*x trafficking operation. After what I had just endured, I realized what my future held. I would be someone’s s*x slave and be used for their pleasure – not my own.

I must have drifted off to sleep sometime in the night, because I never heard them enter my cell a second time. I looked up, and the two goons were standing over me again. One of them nudged me in the thigh, making sure I was awake.

“Wake up, gringo. Today’s moving day,” one of them said, while the other unlocked my ankles.

“Please, let me go,” I begged.

He laughed. “You’re no dummy. You go to college in America, so you must be smart. You would tell the police what happened to you.”

“No… no, I wouldn’t. I promise. Please, have mercy on me.”

“If I let you go, then I might have to take your place. There is no way in hell that I would want that. You have no idea what is going to happen to you. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. You, on the other hand, have no choice. You belong to Madam Rosa now. You are her slave.”

He put a heavy black bag over my head and tied it snuggly around my neck. Then they dragged me from the cell. They made me stand, as I was led out of the building and put in the trunk of an old sedan.

Then I heard her voice. My Mistress stood over me and explained the situation.

“Your buddies reported that you didn’t come home a couple of nights ago. They had no idea where you were. The police said they will start a search for you if you don’t return by tonight. I’m sure your friends will tell them that you guys visited here the night before your disappearance, but it will do you no good. We’ve already changed the security video of your second visit, so there’s no evidence that you were ever here. The footage they’ll see from that night was taken several months ago. The police will search, but you will never be found. You will be declared dead in a few weeks. We’re taking you to a secure location for a while.”

She slammed down the trunk, leaving me in nearly total darkness once more. Fear consumed me, as the car sped off through the streets of the city. The driver made numerous turns and finally got on a very bumpy road. We finally arrived at our destination. There was a large home and several outbuildings. I was dragged from the trunk and taken into a very small shed behind the barn. It wasn’t over six by eight feet if that. The door wasn’t locked but it seemed to be empty. By moving a narrow board on the side of the shed there was an audible click. She reached down and lifted a section of the floor. A light turned on, exposing a steep flight of steps. Once on the bottom I was put in a cage that wasn’t big enough to hold a large dog. I just fit. Then they headed back up the steps and lowered the door, turning off the light as well.

The realization of my situation finally hit me hard. The name Jeffery Epstein came immediately to mind. Was I going to be one of his s*x toys, providing entertainment for the rich and famous. Then I thought… no, he liked young girls. He wouldn’t be interested in an 18 year old college guy. So I guess I belong to her for a similar purpose. I remembered one of the guards said that I would make her a lot of money. It was obvious that I would never see my family or friends again unless I could somehow escape from this hell. My plans of becoming a veterinarian just went out the window. As I knelt in the tiny cage, I cried. I never thought that going to a strip club and having a little wild s*x would have such dire consequences. I realized that I should have listened to all the warnings.

Hunger gnawed at my insides since I had gone days without eating. The last thing I remember was the c*m from one of her henchmen and that certainly wasn’t very helpful.

“Help me!” I yelled. “I can’t take any more of this. Please release me.”

With my hands still locked behind my back I was helpless. The woven grating on the bottom of the cage dug painfully into my knees. So I knelt in the darkness and listened to the silence around me. I prayed to God that the police would find me and get me back home, but down deep I knew it wouldn’t happen. They never found that girl a couple of years ago. She too was a college student on Spring Break who just disappeared.

There was no relief to my suffering. It must have been at least another day before I heard another sound. I think it was a car. The tires were grinding into the small pebbles out in the driveway. When I heard a car door slam, I yelled again.

“Help me. Please help me.”

I heard talking and footsteps approaching. As the trap door to the steps opened, all hope vanished from sight. It was the two guards who brought me here a day or so ago.

They removed the padlock from the cage’s gate and dragged me out. It was difficult to even stand, but they supported me and led me outside.

Then I heard her. “Take him in the house so he can eat,” the woman said.

Once in the kitchen she placed an aluminum pie plate on the floor. “If you’re hungry, get down on your knees and eat.”

I looked at the dish and realized that it was just the scraps left from everyone else’s meal, but I never hesitated. My beverage was the same. I think she emptied everyone’s glass from the bar, but I drank it all. It was a putrid concoction. When I finished my meal, I thanked her.