They Came to Break Me and Ended Up Being Mine

I slowly came back to consciousness, as if someone were switching on the lights in my head one by one. The first thing I noticed was total darkness. The second, that my wrists were tied behind my back and my ankles immobilized. The third, the dull pain at the back of my neck, which confirmed they had hit me, or drugged me, or both.

I’m an investigative journalist. I’ve spent eight years covering corruption cases in this city, and I thought I’d seen everything. Until that night.

A source had passed me compromising documents on Rodrigo and Sofía Almansa, a high-society couple with business interests that went far beyond what they showed at their charity dinners. Human trafficking. Organized pimping. A discreet but brutal network. When a girl contacted me saying she was a victim with proof, we arranged to meet at a downtown bar. We went into a private room, I ordered a whiskey, and after that: nothing.

I was trying to clear my head when the light came on.

I blinked hard. When I could finally open my eyes fully, I saw them: Rodrigo and Sofía standing in front of me, smiling as if they had won a bet.

—Here’s our little journalist —Sofía said.

—Good —he replied with the calm of someone who has everything under control—. I have to catch the flight to Seoul tonight. I’m leaving the details to you. You know what I need.

—Of course —she said—. Enjoy your trip.

Rodrigo left without looking at me. The door closed. And I was left alone with Sofía.

That was when I could see the room clearly. The walls had metal rings at different heights. A side panel displayed whips of various kinds, riding crops, handcuffs, clamps, gags. In the ceiling, a hook with an electric hoist. It was a filming room. Or an interrogation room. Or both at once.

—You stole some documents from us —Sofía said as she walked toward me slowly—. We want to know where they are.

—I don’t know what you’re talking about.

She smiled. It wasn’t a pleasant smile.

—That’s what I expected. Valentina, show yourself.

From behind me came the brunette girl who had met me at the bar. Now everything fell into place: the trap, the drink, the blow. They had used me perfectly.

The two of them got me to my feet and manipulated the rope binding my wrists until they hooked it to the ceiling hoist. I was left suspended with my arms raised, my feet on the floor but unable to move freely.

—We have time —Sofía said—. My husband comes back in ten days. So we can take this slowly.

The slap came without warning. It turned my head and made me bite the inside of my cheek.

—You still don’t know anything?

—Nothing —I answered.

Another slap. This time on the other side.

—We searched your apartment —she said—. We found nothing. That means you have them somewhere else. And you’re going to tell me.

What I didn’t tell her was that the documents were in a post office box under the name of a lawyer in Geneva, and that I had sent digital copies to three trusted contacts. Even if they killed me, those documents would come to light. But as long as they believed they could get the information out of me, I would stay alive. That was my only advantage.

—Valentina, take his clothes off.

I protested, but it was useless. The two of them tore off my shirt, pulled down my jeans, and left me in nothing but my briefs. Then Sofía knelt in front of me with a look of deliberate indifference and yanked them down in one sharp motion. My cock hung at her face level, soft but perfectly visible, and she weighed it in two fingers like someone testing meat at the market.

—Not bad at all —she told Valentina, squeezing my balls with the same coldness—. We’re going to have fun this week.

Valentina came closer too and ran her tongue once over the tip, not to give pleasure but to mark territory. I felt her saliva cooling on the head while they both laughed.

—Look at you —Sofía said—. Hanging there like a pig in a slaughterhouse, cock out in the open. And nothing has even started yet.

I had never felt so exposed. It wasn’t just the cold. It was the look on both their faces, clinical and cruel, as if I were an object they had just uncovered.

***

What followed lasted a long time. Sofía took a multi-strand whip and started using it with skill, alternating between my back and thighs. Each strike was accompanied by a question that I answered the same way every time. Each lash left a burning stripe that stacked on top of the last, until my whole skin turned into a map of fire. Sofía aimed with a surgeon’s precision: the shoulder blades, the kidneys, the inner thighs, very close to the testicles without quite touching them, a constant warning of where she could hit if she felt like it.

At some point Valentina knelt in front of me and took my cock in her mouth. It wasn’t a blowjob for pleasure but for calculated humiliation: she sucked hard, her hand tight around the base, looking up at me to make sure I saw what she was doing to me. She moved her head slowly, taking me all the way down her throat and pulling off with a wet, obscene, deliberate sound.

—Look at it getting hard —she said between licks, showing Sofía my cock stiffening despite everything—. You can hit him as much as you want, his cock doesn’t listen.

—Men are always the same —Sofía murmured—. You can be scared shitless and it still gets hard.

My body reacted despite everything, my cock hard as a rock in Valentina’s mouth, and Sofía interrupted it with a sharp crop stroke right over the head. I howled. Valentina pulled away laughing, a thread of saliva still hanging from my balls.

—No coming —Sofía said—. Not yet.

The pain was manageable as long as I had something to focus on. I focused on the hook. On how I was secured. On whether there was any way to free myself if the circumstances allowed it.

At some point I pretended to pass out. It wasn’t hard: I let my head drop, went slack all over, let my weight pull on my arms.

The blows stopped.

—We need him alive —Sofía said—. Lower him.

I felt them untie my ankles. Then the hook descended until my feet touched the floor. That was the moment.

I opened my eyes just enough to judge distances. Both women had their backs to me, choosing the next instrument from the panel. With a sudden burst I unhooked my wrists from the ceiling hook and lunged at Sofía.

Valentina’s warning shout came too late.

A sharp blow to the back of the neck and Sofía hit the floor. Valentina tried to reach me with a crop, but I dodged it and drove my elbow into her stomach. She folded over, airless.

—This is for setting me up —I said.

I picked up the electric stun device from Sofía’s pocket. I threatened Valentina with it until she untied my wrists. Then I recovered my jeans from the floor, pulled them on without taking my eyes off them, and for the first time since I woke up I took a deep breath. My cock was still hard, uncomfortably pressed against the denim, a brutal reminder of how long I had been at those two women’s mercy.

I could have called the police then. But first I had another idea.

***

I waited for Sofía to regain consciousness. When she finally opened her eyes, she met mine for a long second. I saw fear, rage, and something I hadn’t expected: uncertainty.

—Both of you, stand up, facing the wall.

—You won’t do anything —Sofía said, but without conviction.

I brought up the stun device and pressed the button. The spark made her convulse for three seconds. When she recovered, she was much more docile.

—I said stand up.

They obeyed.

—Now take off your clothes.

They looked at each other. Then they started. Sofía wore an ivory silk blouse and fitted pants that showed off a figure the forty years had treated generously. Valentina was younger, slimmer, with a nervous energy that had now turned into visible fear. When they reached their underwear, they stopped.

—Who gave you permission to stop?

Sofía unclasped her bra first, with slow, tense movements. Her breasts were big and firm, heavy, with pink nipples that hardened as soon as they were exposed to the air. The bra had been chosen to enhance them. Valentina followed her example: hers was a more discreet figure, dark, prominent nipples, broad areolas that tightened instantly. When they pulled down their panties, both of them tried to cover their cunts with their hands.

—Hands behind your backs.

They pulled them away. Sofía was naturally blonde, with pale, sparse pubic hair that did not hide her swollen cunt. Valentina was completely shaved, her lips tight and visible down to the last crease. I had both of them naked, heads lowered, still. The reversal was perfect.

I made them turn and handcuffed them both. They were no longer any physical threat. Now I was the one controlling time, space, and the rules.

—Thanks for telling me your husband will be away for ten days —I said to Sofía—. Now I know exactly how much time I have.

***

I led Valentina to a side ring and tied her with a short rope. She would wait.

I approached Sofía. I made her sit on the floor and tied her ankles to a spreader bar I found among the equipment on the panel. Then I hooked the bar to the hoist and activated the lift control. Her legs started to rise, slowly, despite her protests. When only the upper part of her back was touching the floor, I stopped the lift, held her head with one hand, and kept going until she was completely suspended upside down, head a few inches from the floor, legs spread wide by the bar, cunt and ass fully offered up.

I looked her in the eyes. She was hanging inverted, her hands cuffed behind her back, her blond hair almost brushing the floor. Tears were beginning to slide down her cheeks toward her forehead.

—Please —she said, and it was the first time I had heard her use that word without irony.

—Not yet.

I took the strip whip she had used on me herself and stood at a measured distance. The first strike landed on her abdomen. Sofía screamed with an intensity that echoed through the whole room. The second came lower, on one of her breasts hanging upside down toward her face, and the impact made them swing violently. The screams turned into something more desperate, more real.

I switched to a single-strand whip for the next target. I measured the distance carefully. When the strike landed between her spread legs, directly on her cunt, the howl shook the walls. Her whole body tightened and then let go, trembling. A second lash fell in the same place and left a red stripe cutting across the lips of her vulva. Sofía was already sobbing wordlessly.

I moved closer and ran my palm over her punished cunt. It was hot, swollen, and to my surprise wet. I showed it to her while she hung upside down: my fingers shining with her own juices.

—Look at you —I said—. All this and you’re getting turned on.

—Shut up —she whispered, but her voice shook.

I sank two fingers into her cunt to the knuckles, without ceremony, and pulled them out with a sticky sound. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. Then I slid them back in, this time with a slow, firm movement that made her entire inverted back tense.

—How many men have you seen pass through this room? —I asked—. How many have you made beg before selling them?

She didn’t answer. I twisted my fingers inside her and she let out a hoarse moan.

I went to get a medium-sized anal plug. I spat on the tip several times and rubbed it with the end of the plug. I inserted it slowly, using only saliva and her own cunt juices, unhurried. Sofía screamed throughout the process, growling obscenities through clenched teeth until the plug was fully seated and only the black base stuck out between her buttocks separated by the bar. I gave the base two taps to set it properly and she jerked hard.

Then I lowered her, left her on the floor with her hands cuffed in front of her, and secured the chains on her ankles to a ring with a padlock. She wasn’t going anywhere. Every time she moved, the plug would remind her.

***

I went over to Valentina.

—I was just following orders —she said quickly—. I didn’t want to hurt you.

—I know. That’s why I’ve got something different in store for you.

In one corner of the room there was a spanking bench: a wedge-shaped plank mounted horizontally on two sawhorses, with the ridge facing up. It was an instrument I had never seen in person, but I knew it perfectly from my research into this kind of room.

I led her to it and made her put one leg on each side. I removed the handcuffs only to tie her wrists together to a ring hanging from the ceiling. I already had the control I needed.

—Sit down —I said.

Valentina hesitated. Then she slowly lowered herself until the wooden edge touched her shaved cunt. She stopped there, balancing on the tips of her toes to minimize the contact.

I crouched down and tied her left foot with a short rope, keeping it bent close to her thigh. Valentina let out a whimper when she felt part of her weight beginning to settle on the wedge. I tied the right foot the same way. Now her legs no longer touched the floor. All her weight rested on the wooden edge between her legs. Her shaved lips were left perfectly parted on either side of the ridge, the pressure directly on the clit.

I found two small clamps on the panel and put them on her nipples. She clamped down hard before letting go, and Valentina groaned through clenched teeth as blood began circulating against the metal again. I ran a rope through them, passed it through a ring at the front end of the bench, and pulled gently. Valentina instinctively leaned forward to ease the pressure on her nipples, which increased the pressure on the wedge. If she tried to lean back to relieve the pressure between her legs, the clamps pulled hard.

There was no comfortable position. She just had to choose which pain was more bearable.

I stayed there for a while watching her sway. I saw how, against her will, she started rubbing against the wood to find a less awful angle. I saw how that friction, minute by minute, left an unmistakable shiny trail on the edge. Her own cunt was betraying her just like Sofía’s had.

—You’re soaking the wood —I whispered in her ear—. Everybody lies except the body.

She squeezed her eyes shut and said nothing.

I put the gag on before she could say anything else. The sound she made was only a muffled moan.

***

I stayed a few minutes watching the two of them. Sofía on the floor, chained, still with the anal plug in place, staring at me with red-rimmed eyes. Valentina on the bench, swaying between two impossible pains, breathing in ragged gasps.

I went over to Sofía. I knelt beside her, ran my fingers over her face without quite touching her, only grazing.

—See how the perspective changes? —I asked.

She didn’t answer. She looked away.

I stroked her vulva with the palm of my hand, slowly, without rushing. Her cunt was still swollen and slick from the earlier punishment. Then I parted her lips with two fingers and penetrated her with them, without delicacy, all the way in. I curled my fingers upward, searching for the spot I knew had to be there, and when I found it Sofía jerked violently and pressed her thighs around my hand.

—Stay still —I said—. Open your legs.

She obeyed, trembling. I started fingering her, two at first, then three, going in and out with a wet snap that grew louder and louder. My other hand went to the anal plug and I started moving it with the same rhythm, pushing it in and pulling it out an inch, playing with her ass while my fingers tore up her cunt.

Sofía fought herself for almost a minute. Her jaw clenched, her head turned away, she panted through her nose. But her cunt betrayed her with every thrust: tighter and tighter around my fingers, slicker and slicker. When I pinched her swollen clit between thumb and forefinger, shouting something she herself didn’t understand, she came.

She came with a convulsion that shook her whole body, chained, humiliated, biting her lip until it bled so she wouldn’t give any more satisfaction than she already had. I kept my fingers inside until the contractions faded. When I pulled them out, they were dripping.

—Interesting —I said, and I ran my soaked fingers over the lips of her mouth so she could taste them.

I removed the plug with a slow motion that drew out a sound somewhere between relief and shame, a long guttural whimper born deep in her gut. I checked the shackles; they held without problem.

I went to Valentina and removed the gag first, then the nipple clamps. When blood returned to the nipples crushed by the metal, she screamed with an intensity she hadn’t reached with any blow: the pain of recovery was worse than the pressure. She started crying for real, without artifice, tears running down her cheeks and dripping onto her swollen breasts.

I lifted her chin and looked at her.

—You’re drenched —I told her, and I slipped a finger between her legs, running it all the way along the slick slit. She let out an involuntary purr—. The bench did more to you than you think.

I sank that same finger into her cunt and she didn’t resist. She was so wet I went in to the knuckle with barely any friction. I added a second finger, started moving them slowly, and with my thumb I rubbed the clit punished by the wedge. Valentina threw her head back and let out a long, sharp moan that no longer had anything to do with pain.

—Please —she whispered, and this time it wasn’t a plea for me to stop.

I sped up. My fingers went in and out with an obscene sound, slapping against her swollen cunt. I felt her inner muscles tightening around my fingers, her breathing breaking up, her thighs clamping against the wood of the bench. When I pinched one swollen nipple with my other hand, she came with a long, silent spasm that left her hanging from her tied wrists.

—See how I had something special for you? —I said.

She didn’t say a word. She just looked at me with still-wet eyes, mouth slightly open, a thread of spit at the corner. I started untying her from the bench carefully and left her on the floor, on the other side of the room, cuffed just like Sofía. There was a shiny trail between her thighs that ran almost to her knees.

I left two containers of water within reach of both of them. Then I gathered everything I needed: my phone, which I found in Sofía’s purse, the stun device, and the security camera that had been recording from the corner the whole time.

As soon as I got out of there I would call my lawyer. Then the police. Then the newspaper.

But before I dialed the first number, I stopped at the door and looked at them one last time. Sofía at one end of the room, Valentina at the other, both naked, cuffed, and unable to move, both with their cunts still shining from what I had just done to them. Both looking at me without knowing what would happen next.

—Get comfortable —I said—. They’re coming to get you soon.

I closed the door behind me as I left.