Chapter 2

Kaylee began to scream, “Help! Somebody help me! I’m being—”

Something hit the back of her skull, hard.

“Shut your fucking mouth. No one can hear you anyway.” The same voice said something in Spanish and the vehicle started moving. Music began to play at high volume.

Her hands were pulled behind her back and her wrists were bound together with something that dug into her skin. Her feet were likewise bound together, then pulled up and tied to her wrists.

Kaylee was terrified and woozy from the blow to the head. She tried to think. Her first idea was to call her parents, but how to do that with her hands tied behind her back? Then she remembered that her phone was back at the table. She began to cry.

“Please,” she blubbered. “Please let me go. What do you want with me? I don’t have any money—”

“I told you to shut up, bitch. Do you want me to hit you again?”

Kaylee said nothing but couldn’t stop crying. Worst-case scenarios flooded her imagination. She was more afraid than she’d ever been in her life.

Lying face down, Kaylee felt every pothole through the hard floorboards of the van. She had to pee, and wished she’d used the ladies room when she had the chance. She managed to roll onto her side but it wasn’t much better.

They’d been driving for ten or fifteen minutes when the vehicle stopped and the music was turned off. Kaylee heard a woman speaking—the same woman who lured her out of the club. And it suddenly came to her why the woman seemed familiar. She was the wife of the hot guy at the hotel pool!

What could it mean?

Three or four different voices were speaking Spanish but Kaylee understood none of it. Someone grabbed her legs and dragged her across the floorboards. A hand held one of her ankles and she felt movement.

Suddenly, her feet were no longer bound to her hands, and she was able to extend her legs. Shaking with terror, Kaylee was lifted from the vehicle and stood upright. The sack was removed and she was confronted by three rough-looking men dressed in dirty clothes. They had the brown skin and Mayan faces of the local population.

Then she noticed the cars, one of which was up on a lift. Tools and equipment were scattered around. A heavy chain hung nearby. The air was rank with the smell of oil, gasoline, and rubber. The floor beneath her bare feet was encrusted with decades of grease and dirt.

The men were staring at her and making crude gestures. Kaylee didn’t understand a word, but she saw nothing in their expressions that gave her any comfort. From behind her came a voice.

“Hello Kaylee. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

She spun around. It was the handsome man from the hotel and his pretty wife!

“You!” she said. “Who are you?”

The man chuckled. “I am Señor Vásquez, and you will address me as such.” With that, he took a switchblade knife from his pocket and opened it.

Kaylee gasped and instantly lost control of her bladder. She felt the hot urine running down her legs and the men began to laugh. The blonde teenager hung her head and cried.

“Please don’t hurt me,” she begged. “Whatever you want, I’ll do it. Please—”

“Ah, that’s a better attitude,” said the man with the knife. “You’re beginning to understand. I’m going to cut your hands loose now. Don’t do anything foolish.”

When her hands were free Kaylee rubbed her sore wrists to revive the circulation.

“Very good,” the handsome man said. “If you do as I say, then we don’t have to hurt you. If you disobey, these three men will be only too happy to serve out your punishment.”

Kaylee was still terrified, but it seemed she wasn’t going to be killed. At least not yet.

Señor Vásquez folded the knife and put it back in his pocket. “Now Kaylee, I’d like you to remove that pretty dress. I don’t want to damage it.”

“Wh-what?”

“I believe you heard me perfectly. Have you forgotten already the rules of our little game? Now take off your dress before I instruct these men to do it.”

The men eagerly watched as Kaylee reached behind her to undo the tiny hook at the top of her dress. Her hands trembled so badly that it required several tries. The handsome Señor Vásquez made an impatient sound just as she got the hook unfastened and pulled the zipper down.

She paused then. Like most adolescents, Kaylee was rather self-conscious. Undressing in front of strangers was a bad dream come true.

“My men are waiting, Kaylee. You’re wasting our time.”

The woman held out her hand for the dress. Kaylee peeled it down and stepped out of it.

The woman took the dress and placed it in a bag. “There,” she said. “We don’t want to damage your pretty new dress.”

“Now Kaylee,” said Señor Vásquez, “Take off your bra and panties.”

Again Kaylee hesitated.

“Quickly!” Señor Vásquez demanded. “We don’t have all night, goddammit!”

Kaylee reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. The woman held her hand out once again. She quickly pulled off her bra and handed it to the woman. The men leered as Kaylee covered her breasts with her hands.

“Now the panties. Quickly.”

Kaylee wore white cotton bikini panties with lace trim and a little bow in the front, now soaking wet. She used one hand to take them off while the other covered her breasts.

“We don’t need to save those. Drop them on the floor.”

When Kaylee had examined her body in the hotel room mirror the previous day, she thought of herself as immature and therefore unattractive to the opposite sex.

Señor Vásquez and his henchmen viewed her through a different lens. True, her body was not yet that of a woman, but that was the very quality they found most desirable. Her dewy complexion, her budding breasts, and her delicate bone structure all gave the impression of youth and vulnerability.

Every man there wanted nothing more than to violate her, destroy her innocence, and corrupt her in ways she couldn’t even imagine...

Kaylee hung her head and cried as the men stared and talked among themselves. The teenager was utterly humiliated. What could be worse than peeing your pants and then having to strip naked in front of a group of strangers? Kaylee couldn’t imagine.

But she was about to find out.

The woman approached her. “Hold out your hands,” she said. Kaylee did as she was told, and the woman fastened thick, leather cuffs to each of her wrists. The cuffs were attached to each other by a short chain.

“Now we shall see if you’ve learned to obey,” said Señor Vásquez. “The three men here have drawn straws, and José is the winner. That means you’re going to suck his cock first. Have you ever sucked a cock before, Kaylee?”

“Are you serious? No, I haven’t. And I won’t! That’s gross!”

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Kaylee. It seems you have learned nothing.” The heavy chain hanging next to Señor Vásquez had a hook at its end. He slipped it under the thinner chain connecting her cuffed wrists. One of the workers pushed a button on the wall nearby and the chain began to rise, lifting Kaylee’s arms over her head. It kept going up until she was standing on her tiptoes.

Naked and hanging by her wrists, the slender teen was completely at the mercy of her captors.

The man from the hotel pool no longer looked handsome to Kaylee—he was way too scary. “Now you will find out what happens when you disobey.”

“Now, my pretty Kaylee, my three men will take turns punishing you. Then you will suck their cocks.”

“No, please—” Kaylee stammered.

“Hush,” Señor Vásquez said. “It didn’t have to be this way. If only you had obeyed, we could have avoided this ... unpleasantness.”

One of the men approached, carrying a long, thin bamboo cane. He grinned, displaying large yellow teeth. Then he said something which made the others laugh. Kaylee could do nothing but cringe in embarrassment and fear.

Kaylee tried to twist away from him when he stroked her immature breasts with the cane, but he gripped her arm. “No, please,” she begged. “Please don’t hit me.”