Introduction

Mariana shivered on the cold concrete floor. She wanted to stand up, to change pose, but cuffs on her wrists and ankles were connected to the the ring in the floor, forcing her into an uncomfortable hogtied position. After some shuffling, she abandoned her struggles. The day started so normal, so well, why did it happen to her? Her daddy, councilor Rodrigo, was supposed to pick her up after the college. She was checking Instagram on her phone and then...

Then suddenly a minivan was right in front of her and two masked goons dragged her in. By the practiced ease with which they overcame her struggles, gagged and cuffed her and put the bag on her head in just a few seconds, Mariana judged they had to be part of the cartel. Her dad was part of the new wave of politicians that tried to push back against the criminals. She shivered in fear as much as cold. Everyone heard stories how cartels abducted politician’s family members to pressure them to pay ransom or do their bidding.

If that’s what was happening to her, it could end very, very badly. Her father was a proud and stubborn man, and might not give in to their demands, not right away. Heck, he will probably try to rescue her with guns blazing. She loved her brave dad, but his bullishness could mean the baddies will torture her and send him videos of it to show they mean business. She hoped it would be videos of her, not body parts.

They will probably also rape her ... Mariana shivered, imagining several brutal men taking her, their muscular bodies covered in gang tattoos, their strong arms pressing her face into the floor as they take her again and again ... She was very ... afraid. Yes, that’s right, afraid. Ball gag in her mouth made her drool and increased the feeling of helplessness. Like a cock head stuck between her lips. Her fingers managed to awkwardly reach her crotch. Her panties were soaking wet for some reason, and it was cold in the room, so she tried to, umm, rub some warmth in there, memories of being overpowered and manhandled by the masked abductors making her fingers move faster.

She felt like she wanted to pee, but she was daughter of a proud family, and could not soil herself and lie in the puddle of piss for God-knows-how many more hours before the baddies came back. She hoped they would come soon ... so they let her use the toilet, of course. Yes, of course.

Mariana heard the door open and froze mid-rub. She heard several men come in. They came closer, chatting, one voice older, two younger. Through the bag on her head, she saw lights turned on.

Luis Fortface led his two masked subordinates into the room with the recent captive. Jose and Diego did a good job abducting her off the street just an hour ago. If it was about getting something from her, he would have left her to tremble in fear a little longer, but her bull-headed father was mobilizing for an Armageddon-level showdown, and Luis’ boss wanted to send councilor Rodrigo a sample of what was in store for his daughter if he didn’t back down.

... in our line of work, precision and self-control are paramount. We are professionals here. We are not doing this for fun or revenge. So don’t get carried away..., Luis was lecturing his apprentices, as was his habit.

Young punks were recently recruited from the affiliated gangs into cartel proper, and still needed some taming, especially that karate kid Jose. They knew their duties, however, and the three of them set to efficiently prepare the torture scene.

Jose, his lean wiry arms covered in numbers and acronyms tattoos, was tending to the captive girl, giving her water and cuffing her hands to the celling chain, then hoisting her up to a strung up vertical position. Diego, their tech wiz, was setting up a small digital camera on a tripod, pointing at the girl. Luis himself was preparing and disinfecting today’s toolkit: blowtorch with a spare canister, wicked surgical and flensing knives, pliers and a whole lot of long needles. Luis went through the motion with practiced detachment. He didn’t consider himself particularly sadistic. Torturing people was just another part of the job for him, like reloading a gun or tying his shoe laces.

I’m sorry mister, um, can we do without the horrible torture part? My daddy loves me and I’m sure he will do what you ask to get me back, um, untortured. Please, I’ll do and say on camera what you want, please, there is no need to... - the captive student babbled, as they always do.

There is. Your old man already rejected our offer. Now, we’ll show him the consequences. – Luis answered, turning to face the girl, transfixing her with his intimidating, dead-eyed stare.

Jose waved a ball gag, asking whenever he should gag the girl again.

No need, – Luis replied, - Her screams will make the tape more impressive. Remove her clothing, but leave the panties on for now. She’ll look more innocent daddy’s girl with them.

Luis was rarely moved by other people’s feelings, but he knew how to pull their strings. Jose went to work, cutting off her designer tank top and shorts with scissors, not missing the opportunity to run his calloused hand over her slim waist and full breasts.

If you absolutely have to cruelly torture me, misters, – the girl implored again, – can it at least please be a whipping instead of ... that stuff? – she pointed her chin at the table; - I mean, um, if it’s all the same to you, it just has to look brutal and stuff, and me screaming like hell, and whipping does that, right?

Luis was positively stunned. Hostages never do that. The request was so unusual, so bizarre, it took all his willpower to hide his confusion and retain his indomitable, fort-like face for which he was famous. He stared at her for some time, struggling to process this outlandish request and considering the proper response. Making up his mind, he smiled, revealing his gold and steel teeth. The girl, Marianna, gasped and squirmed in her bonds. She was naked and helpless and looked very afraid and embarrassed. Her white panties had a dark wet stain.