Chapter 5: No Mercy

It was almost 5:00 before Sofia’s parents left the house on Saturday. They gave Sofia a stern lecture about not drinking or having anyone other than her friends in the house. She readily agreed and wished them a good evening. When they left, she called the others and they arrived within minutes.

“I didn’t think they’d ever leave,” exclaimed Sofia.

“We’ve still got time,” said Esme. She led the way to the casita. They showed Tammy where she should bring Marco and where they would be hiding.

“You wearing the goods?” asked Esme.

Tammy grinned wickedly and pulled up her shirt, showing a small lacy bra that barely held her boobs. Her nipples were hardening with the exposure to the cool air.

“Nice. I don’t think he’s got a chance,” said Sofia.

It was almost half past six before they had finished their arrangements. Esme pulled out a bottle of booze and poured four healthy shots.

“I thought you said no drinking tonight?” asked Tammy.

“I did, but this isn’t to get buzzed. It’s to calm nerves.”

The four clinked glasses and tossed back their shots. Esme, Sofia, and Gabriela changed into the dark-colored clothes they brought. Tammy wandered to the front of the casita and kept an ear out for Marco’s arrival. Within a few minutes she heard a door slam.

She stepped out of the door and found Marco looking at the house and the casita.

“Hey,” she called out. “I’m back here.”

He grinned and quickly strode to where she stood. He started speaking in Spanish. She looked confused so he repeated what he said but slower.

“You look good. Are we in the house or back here?”

“We’re in the casita.”

Tammy turned and led him into the small house. Two bottles of wine were left in a rack on the counter.

“Are those available?” he asked when he got into the kitchen.

“They’re Sofia’s parents wine, but,” she paused and looked uncertain, “but, sure, I don’t think they will be missed. They have a lot of wine in the big house.”

Marco took a bottle of wine and opened it, pouring it into the glasses that Tammy found.

He leaned against the counter and continued to speak in Spanish. Tammy actually did quite well and understood most of what he said, but she continued to play like she was quite bewildered.

After fifteen minutes Marco took her hand and pulled her to him to dance. He ground his hips against her as he led her around the room.

“Besame,” he hissed. “You know that one, I hope?”

She pulled out of his hold and said, “Here, finish this wine.” She passed him her glass. He gulped it down like a shot. He continued to leer at Tammy and dance up to her and then shimmy back to the wall. She thought it unlikely that he would stop moving and decided to go to the backup plan.

She sashayed up to him and pouted her lips. He tried to wrap his arms around her and kiss her when she pulled out of his hold again.

“Not so fast, big guy,” she said. She led him into the small bedroom and pointed to the bed.

“Sit,” she commanded.

He sat and looked up. Tammy had started to sway her hips. She was toying with the button on her shirt. She pulled three buttons open with a quick jerk on her shirt, showing plenty of her lacy bra. He was transfixed. He was rubbing himself through his jeans and keeping his eyes on Tammy.

She finally pulled apart all of her buttons and quickly opened and closed her shirt. He got a full flash of her bra and bulging nipples. He never expected or sensed Esme approaching from behind. She held a handkerchief soaked in chloroform. She slapped it over his face and pulled his head back against her chest hard, keeping the wet cloth in contact with his face. He struggled for only a few seconds.

Ten minutes later Marco forced open his eyes and grunted.

“What the fuck happened?” he muttered.

He looked through bleary eyes to see Tammy standing at the foot of the bed.

“I figured you were here for more than a tutoring session, so I thought you may want to play a game.”

Tammy had left her shirt opened. Even having been knocked out, Marco couldn’t take his eyes off her chest. That was when he realized he was secured to the bed. His wrists were in handcuffs and secured to the bedposts on either side of the bed. Zip ties and bungee cords secured his ankles to the lower bedposts.

“Wait, what the hell? Untie me!” He struggled for several minutes. Tammy patiently waited until he calmed.

“OK, the fun’s over. Untie me,” demanded Marco.

“Oh, the fun is just getting started,” said Tammy. “Ladies?”

With the invitation, Esme, Sofia, and then Gabriela appeared. They were wearing dark clothes to help them hide in the shadows and closet.

“What the fuck are they doing here?”

Esme said in a quiet even voice, “We’ve heard that your mouth has been running overtime, telling vicious rumors about our friend.”

“Bullshit! Now let me up, or else!”

“Or else what?” snapped Gabriela. “You can tell all your friends that I’m a slut and have a bunch of diseases? That I’m too infected to fuck?”

Marco finally started to realize the scope of his current predicament.

“No, that was just bullshitting with the guys. They knew it wasn’t true.”

“Either way, it wasn’t nice,” said Sofia. She approached the bed. In her hand she held a pair of scissors.

“Stop,” Marco yelled. “What are you going to do with those?”

Esme and Tammy pulled off Marco’s shoes and socks. Sofia took a step closer.

“Stay still. You wouldn’t want me to snip the wrong thing.”

Marco quickly froze. He looked terrified as Sofia put the blade of the scissors under the hem of jeans and started to clip upward toward his crotch. She repeated the same cut on the other leg, then started to slowly snip upward through his shirt.

“Stop, please,” he whimpered.

Tammy pulled his shredded jeans off. A clean jerk by Esme removed his shirt. He was now only in his boxers.

“You better not pee the bed,” warmed Sofia ominously.

He squeaked again in fear but nodded that he understood.

Sofia ran the scissors up his leg and then slid them under his boxers. Marco flinched. The girls laughed.

“Enough play. Let’s see this monstrous cock he’s been bragging about,” said Esme.

Sofia pulled the scissors back a few inches, then opened them and snipped a clean cut to the waistband. A similar cut on the other leg and a tug by Esme left Marco naked and spread eagle on the bed.

They stood over the bed and took a good look at Marco’s dick.

“Not quite as impressive as I was expecting,” said Tammy with a laugh. Sofia and Esme stood with the arms crossed over their chests and laughed. Gabriela had stepped out of the room and reentered carrying a towel that clinked when she handed it to Esme.

“What’s that?” whispered Marco.

Esme put the towel directly on Marco’s crotch. It was water soaked and had been the freezer for a few hours. Ice cubes were also held within the fold. Marco cried out in pain as the freezing cold was held against his manhood.