This is the second part in a five part fictional story about a young woman named Maria. While it could be read on its own, it would be best to read part one first. All characters depicted are 18 or older. Any resemblance to real people or places is coincidental. Non consensual sex is not condoned by the author.
Brief synopsis: In part one Maria is kidnapped by a street gang because of the indiscretions of her drug dealing older brother and forced to give oral sex.
Judgment time
Tito did as Hector had commanded and headed for the wharf which was on the way to the gang's hideout. The van slowed down just long enough for Hector to open the passenger window and toss the phone into the river. Five minutes later the van pulled up in front of an old warehouse that was the gang's headquarters. It was registered as being owned by an import-export company thanks to the help of a crooked lawyer and payoffs to some dirty politicians. In reality it was the front for one of the city's most notorious gangs. It was no Ritz Carlton, but it was fully functioning with running water and electricity. It had an office for Los and provided refuge for members that needed a place to stay.
Two short horn blasts followed by a long one quickly caused a garage door to rise open. Tito moved the van into the garage and the door lowered behind him.
The van's back doors swung open and Hector backed out holding Maria's legs while Diego carried her under her arm pits, her hands still bound in front of her. Once Diego was clear of the inside of the van, Hector unceremoniously dropped her legs that were still bound at the ankles. Diego kept a tight grip on her arms and pulled her upright. Tito slammed the van door and came around the back of the vehicle.
They were met by the infamous Los. Shorter than the three kidnappers, Los was a stocky, muscular man in his early thirties, with slicked back black hair, and an intimidating scar down his right cheek. He was wearing a wife beater tee-shirt, old jeans, and worn Timberlands that even Maria, from her uncomfortable vantage point, could tell were all splattered with blood. She whimpered into her gag that had been replaced after Diego cleaned her. Two younger gang members stood behind Los sneering at her.
"So this is her!", he stated as he eyed the pretty young woman from head to toe.
She looked hotter than any pictures he had seen of her, even as disheveled as she was. He then stepped closer and caressed her pretty face with the back of his hand then slid it down her body and fondled her breasts which protruded from her open blouse.
"Nice handful. Although I prefer Karmen's DD's," the lead gangster chuckled, referring to his girlfriend.
"Any problems with the grab?", he asked letting go of Maria's tit while staring into her mesmerizing eyes.
"No Boss," said Diego. "Went like clock work."
"Yea, no problem Los," Hector sneered. "Except I owe you half a grand." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash that he handed his boss.
"Ahh, you did your own little gyno exam?," Los asked with a laugh braking his gaze at the restrained teen.
"I told you so. I knew this bitch is tight. A goody too-shoes. Complete opposite of her fucking brother.
"From the looks of her messy make up I see you had some fun with her mouth," he stated looking at his second in command."
"All you said was don't soil the pussy," Hector retorted with a rye grin.
"And, how was she?" he asked curiously looking back at Maria.
"She took it like a trooper," Hector said. "Uses her tongue real nice. Even swallowed the load from Diego's fire hose."
Carlos let out a loud laugh while continuing to admire the pretty captive.
"Maybe not so innocent, huh?," Los wondered out loud.
"You been busy with him it looks," Diego said, gesturing to the blood stained clothing Los was wearing, in an effort to change the subject."
"Yea, been working him over pretty good," said the gang leader. "The stubborn son of a bitch won't admit he's been stealing from me. Keeps blaming everyone else. That' why I needed you to pick up his sister. If he had admitted it I would have left his family out of it, but I always make sure I have a contingency plan."
"Where's he at?" Tito questioned.
"Inside the main warehouse," replied Los. "Follow me and bring the girl. Time to up the ante. See if we can motivate him a little."
The group of gangsters laughed. Marie sobbed louder afraid of what was next. Diego grabbed her under her right arm and Hector under her left and proceeded to follow the rest of the group while dragging Maria down a short narrow hallway, and through a doorway to the main warehouse area. The space was the size of about half a football field. Most of the large room with high ceiling was dark with the exception of one bank of lights that lit up the back 20-yards.
As they approached the lit area Maria saw through blurry eyes what appeared to be more than a dozen people milling around in small groups. More seemed to be off in the shadows. Centered underneath the bank of lights was a person slumped over in a wooden office chair. His extremities were tied to the arms and the front legs of the chair.
Hector and Diego approached the chair, then stopped about five feet in front of it. Diego took control of both of Maria's arms while Hector reached up and grabbed two lengths of chain hanging from the beam above. At the end of each length was a hand cuff. Hector grabbed Maria's right arm roughly and attached the cuff to her wrist, then did the same to her left wrist. Diego let go of her arms and Hector proceeded to pull the chain taut and tied it off on a hook of a nearby column so that Maria arms were suspended above her head and she was forced to stand on tip toes. Her jacket and blouse parted clearly exposing her breasts. Her skirt rose up her thighs.
Whistles and cat calls greeted Maria. "Fresh meat!" yelled one. "Fuck she's hot!," said another. "Can't wait to get my cock inside that!" chirped a third.
"Relax you animals!", Diego growled as he removed Maria's gag. "Everyone will get a turn."
She opened her mouth and stretched her jaw. She was parched and could barely speak, but made a plea to Los. "Please sir, you don't have to do this," she croaked. "You can just let me go. I didn't do anything wrong."
