They Drugged Me, Tied Me Up, and Got Too Confident

I woke up with a heavy head and a dry mouth. It took me a moment to understand that I was in complete darkness and that my hands were tightly bound behind my back. I tried my feet and found that my ankles were tied too. The last thing I remembered was the Las Acacias bar, a brunette named Sofía who had said she had evidence, and a drink that was far too sweet that I had downed without thinking.

I’d spent two weeks chasing the same story. I’m a journalist, and an informant had gotten me an envelope with documents linking a Bogotá high-society couple to a women-trafficking ring. The day before, a supposed victim had contacted me by email offering more material in exchange for protecting her identity. A meeting in a private booth, two drinks, and after that, this place.

My head was spinning. They had drugged me; there was no other explanation.

Suddenly, a door opened and a spotlight came on over my head. It took me a few seconds to adjust to the light, but when I did, I understood the kind of trouble I’d gotten myself into. Standing in front of me, watching me with an identical look of satisfaction, were Mariana and Andrés, the couple I had been investigating.

—Look what we have here —she said—. The star reporter.

—I’m leaving it to you, darling —the husband said in an authoritative tone—. I have to be in Panama tomorrow at noon. You know what we need to know.

—Go on, then —Mariana replied—. You know they’re in good hands with me.

The man left without looking back at me. The blonde came closer slowly. I guessed she was around forty, though her body had lost none of its firmness. She wore a very tight black dress and an aggressive perfume that reached me before she did.

—You’re going to tell me where you put the documents that belong to us —she said, leaning in so that my face was level with her cleavage.

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

—I see we’re going to have to play a little.

I swept the room with my eyes. Hanging on the walls were rings, chains, and a panel with all kinds of implements: crops, multi-tailed whips, gags, handcuffs. It was the basement where they shot scenes with the women they kidnapped. I understood that if I told them what they wanted to know, once they had the documents I’d be loose ends they’d have to cut.

Hold on. Buy time. Find a crack.

—Come closer, Sofía. Let’s begin.

The brunette from the bar came in through the same door. Now I saw her without makeup, in sportswear, with an expression very different from the night before. The two of them worked the ropes around my wrists until they hooked them to a carabiner hanging from the ceiling. A crank on the wall activated a pulley and, in a matter of seconds, my arms were stretched tight over my head. I was barely touching the floor with the tips of my toes.

—We’ve got until my husband gets back on Monday —Mariana said—. If you want to play, we play.

The slap hit me without warning. My jaw crunched and I tasted the metallic flavor of blood in my mouth.

—Still silent? Better. That way I have more fun.

Sofía obeyed a silent order and cut my T-shirt off with scissors. Then she yanked my pants down without care, leaving me only in boxer briefs. The two pairs of eyes ran over me from head to toe, assessing me, and for the first time in my life I felt what it was to be treated like a thing.

—Let me —the blonde said.

She knelt in front of me, slid her thumbs under the waistband of the boxer briefs, and pulled them down in one motion. My cock sprang free in front of her face and she let out a short, pleased laugh. I was left completely naked, hanging, exposed to those two women who held absolute control of the room.

—Look what fell out of the tree, Sofía. Not bad at all. Good dick, heavy balls. What a shame we’re going to leave it looking like a road map.

Mariana took a multi-tailed whip from the panel and positioned herself behind me. The first blow crossed my back and tore a scream out of me that echoed through the concrete. More followed, alternating between back and ass, until I lost count. When she got tired, she was breathing a little hard and her cheeks were flushed.

—Sofía, spread his legs.

The girl tied my ankles to two rings in the floor, opening my legs as far as the angle would allow. Then Mariana worked the pulley again and lifted me another few inches, until my feet were completely off the ground. My weight was suspended between my wrists and ankles. The pressure on my shoulders was unbearable.

—Poor little balls —she murmured, weighing them in her open palm like someone appraising fruit at the market.

Then she stepped back and landed a flat, precise kick. Pain shot from my scrotum to my throat in one white blast. I screamed. I couldn’t do anything else. I was so tied up I couldn’t even curl in on myself.

—Remember anything new?

—No... I don’t know anything.

A second kick, this time full force, smashed both testicles against my abdomen at once. For an instant, I saw black points of light. Sofía, meanwhile, knelt and started touching me with gentle fingers, as if she wanted to contradict the pain. She wrapped her warm hand around my cock, squeezed it at the base, and began sliding up and down with sticky slowness. Her thumb wandered over the swollen glans, drawing little circles, spreading the drop of fluid that had already appeared. Despite everything, my body responded, and my cock hardened against my will, swelling between those fingers that knew exactly what they were doing.

—Look at that —Sofía whispered—. Gets hard like a dog. He’s going to beg us to keep going.

She leaned forward and stuck out her tongue. The tip brushed the head of my cock, just a touch, then went lower, tracing the thick vein down to the root. Her mouth closed around one of my testicles, sucking it slowly while her hand kept jerking me off without pause. She wanted me hard. She wanted me on the edge. For whatever came next.

—Careful, or he might even like it —Mariana said, picking up a short crop.

The first lash fell at the base of my cock and made it swing. The second struck the glans dead on. Others came in a series, no pause, no pattern. I was on the verge of blurting out anything to make her stop. An address, a bank code, anything. But then I had an idea.

I let my head drop, loosened the muscles in my neck, and pretended to faint.

—Fuck. We need him alive.

—Do we lower him?

—Lower him. If he bursts before talking, my husband kills us both.

They loosened the ankle ropes and lowered the pulley. My body dropped until my feet touched the floor. I felt them move a couple of steps away to pick something up from the panel. This was the moment. There wouldn’t be another.

I opened my eyes just enough. Sofía was checking a drawer with her back to me. Mariana was choosing something from the wall. I gauged the angle, bent my knees, and with a small jump, unhooked my tied wrists from the carabiner. My hands were still bound together, but I was no longer hanging.

I ran toward Mariana before she could react. I drove my shoulder into her back and slammed her into the wall. When she turned, I hit her in the back of the neck with both fists together. She dropped like a sack. Sofía screamed, tried to bolt for the door, but I reached her in two strides and rammed my elbow into her stomach. She folded in half, airless, on her knees.

—This is for last night’s drink.

I took the electric immobilizer she had shown me at the start from Mariana’s pocket. I also found the handcuff keys on the table. I ordered Sofía, still struggling for breath, to free my wrists. I pulled on my torn pants and breathed, for the first time in hours, feeling like I owned something.

I could have called the police right then and there. I had evidence, I had them, I had the basement address. But I also had a body covered in marks that would take weeks to disappear and a hatred that needed to come out somewhere. I decided justice could wait a few hours.

—Mariana —I said, slapping her cheek with my palm to bring her around—. Wake up. We’re starting another round.

She opened her eyes. It took her a moment to understand that the situation had changed. When she did, she tried to sit up and lunge at me.

—You won’t get away with this —she spat.

—Are you sure?

I pressed the immobilizer button and touched her shoulder. She fell to one side, convulsing for a few seconds. When she came to, she seemed much more docile.

—Both of you. Against the wall.

They obeyed in silence. I looked at them from the center of the room. Sofía was still catching her breath. Mariana was breathing heavily, trying to pull herself together.

—Now take off your clothes.

—You’re not going to...

—I’ve spent two hours naked in front of you. It’s not much to ask.

They looked at each other. Sofía started. T-shirt, pants, shoes. She was left in a black bra and a matching thong. Then Mariana, much angrier, took off her dress. She was wearing a white lace set that barely contained her breasts. It was the kind of lingerie women wear when they’ve paid a lot of money to look like that.

—The rest too.

—You’re a pig.

—I learned from the best.

The bra and panties fell to the floor. Sofía had firm breasts, dark areolas, a completely shaved pussy and lips already a little parted, showing a damp pink that did not go unnoticed. Mariana had a carefully maintained body, with a small blond triangle between her legs, and big tits that confirmed what the bra had suggested, nipples hard from the cold of the basement or from something else. Both crossed their hands in front of themselves.

—Hands behind your backs. If I see them covering anything again, I use this on you again.

I took two pairs of handcuffs from the panel and put them on them. I turned them around and, calmly, took in the whole room.

—Thanks for the Panama information. It’s going to be a long weekend.

***

I led Sofía to a corner and cuffed her to a low ring. I put a ball gag on her, not because I minded hearing her, but because I wanted to deal with Mariana first and without distractions.

I sat the blonde on the floor under the carabiner. I found a spreader bar and tied her ankles to the ends, keeping her legs open at an awkward angle. Her pussy was fully offered, the blond lips opening under the strain, showing the pink interior and a wet slit that gave her away despite her fear. Then I hooked the pulley to a ring on the bar’s center and hit the raise button. Her legs began to lift despite her protests until only her back and nape were touching the floor. I raised her a little more. She ended up suspended upside down, hair brushing the concrete, arms cuffed behind her back and the rest of her body a meter off the ground, completely exposed. Her big tits hung inverted toward her face, nipples pointing at her own eyes, and between her spread legs the pussy and asshole were front and center at the perfect height of my hip.

—Please —she said, and her voice no longer had any of its former hardness.

—You also said “please” when you begged me not to talk nonsense.

I picked up the bristled whip. When I came closer, I saw a fine thread of urine running down her belly toward her chest. I had never seen someone piss themselves from fear. I waited a moment.

—We’re going to start gentle.

The first lash crossed her stomach. The second caught one of her inverted tits and made it bounce against the other. Mariana was screaming, tears were running down her forehead, her eyes had gone huge.

—Please, not there, I can’t take it...

—Then we’ll change areas —I said, aiming at the most obvious target.

A new lash fell between her open thighs, flat across the shaved pussy. She howled. I picked up the next whip, a single-strap one, gauged the distance, and landed a dry strike on the swollen clit. Her whole body tensed. I had reached the most sensitive point. I didn’t press on.

I dropped the whips. I pulled down my torn pants and let my cock come out. It had hardened on its own, seeing her like that, hanging, pissed, legs open and everything laid out before me. I came close until the glans was pressed against her closed lips.

—Open.

—No, please, I don’t...

I squeezed her cheeks with one hand until her mouth opened on its own. I slid my cock in slowly, all the way. I felt her gag on it, felt her throat tighten around the tip. I pulled out, shoved it back in, and started fucking her mouth with no gentleness whatsoever. The inverted position made everything easier: her throat was in a straight line with my cock, and I went in and out as if I were fucking a pussy turned upside down. Her eyes filled with tears, mascara smeared, saliva running down her cheeks to her forehead. I held her head by the chin and sped up. Each thrust ripped a muffled sound from the back of her throat.

—This is for the first slap.

I pulled my cock out, shiny with saliva. I went around the suspended body and stood between her open legs. The blond pussy was there, at the exact height, wet despite all the terror. I ran the tip along the slit, up and down, and found it soaked. Her body was betraying her as much as mine had betrayed her.

—Look at you. Bogotá’s lady of the house dripping like a bitch.

—Don’t put it in, no, please...

I shoved it in with one dry thrust, all the way. We both screamed, her from pain and rage, me from the tight heat that took me in. I started fucking her like that, hanging upside down, gripping her by the hips and using her own weight to drive myself all the way in with every motion. Her big tits bounced against her face with each thrust, hard nipples hitting her chin, her mouth. I took her by the waist with both hands and used her like a toy, pulling her toward my hip and then driving in with my legs. Her pussy hugged me despite the hate. I could feel her body betraying her, the inner muscles tightening around my cock against her will.

—Tell me you like it.

—Go... to... hell...

I gave her a dry slap on the ass. The white skin turned red. Another. Another one. Without stopping fucking her. My cock went in and out shining, dragging her own juices along, and I felt myself swelling inside her, getting thicker and thicker, closer and closer. I knew where I wanted to finish, and it wasn’t going to be inside.

I yanked out suddenly. I went around her body again and planted myself in front of her upside-down face. I grabbed myself with one hand and started jerking off fast, aiming at her open, panting mouth.

—Swallow every drop. If any spills out, I start over.

I came in long spurts. The first crossed her tongue and ran down her palate. The second hit her lips and went into her inverted nose. The third, the fourth, marked her everywhere, her face, her forehead, her hair. Semen mixing with tears, with saliva, with the trail of dried piss. She swallowed what she could, gagging, coughing. I squeezed her cheeks until she had to swallow the rest.

I slowly lowered her until she was lying on the floor, still cuffed, with a sticky face and an open pussy dripping, breathing in short gasps.

***

Sofía was watching me from the corner. Her eyes were full of tears, but there was something else there too. Something like relief at not being first. Her nipples had gone hard while she watched. I knelt in front of her and took off her gag. A thread of saliva hung from her lip.

—I was only following orders.

—Then you’re going to follow mine.

I lifted her and took her to the wooden horse at the far end of the room. It was a horizontal wedge supported on two trestles. I forced her to swing one leg over it, leaving her standing with the wood between her thighs, the edge pressing into her pussy. I tied her wrists to a ring in the ceiling and then lifted both feet up to her ass, tying them there with ropes. Her weight rested entirely on the edge of the wood, the shaved pussy split by the rim, the labia minora spilling out on both sides.

—Ahhh —slipped out of her, and I couldn’t tell whether it was pain or something much worse for her.

I clipped two clamps onto her nipples and ran the cord joining them through a ring at the front of the horse. When I pulled on the cord, I forced her to lean forward, increasing the pressure on her pussy. If she tried to straighten up, the clamps tugged on her nipples. An impossible position.

I got behind her. The wood left her ass perfectly offered, the little closed asshole at just the right height. I spread her cheeks with both hands and spat. I watched the thread of saliva slide down her crack and slip inside. I got my cock hard again with two tugs. I pressed the tip against the tight hole.

—Wait, wait, not there, never there...

—Better.

I pushed slowly, refusing to give in. The asshole resisted at first, then gave way centimeter by centimeter, swallowing the glans, then half, then the rest. Sofía screamed through the gag I’d shoved back into her mouth in one swift motion. Her ass gripped me in a way I had never felt before, a hot ring closing around the base every time I drove in. I started moving, holding her by the hips, grabbing her hair with my other hand to yank her head back. Each thrust forward pushed her against the edge of the horse, and the wood punished her pussy while I broke her ass. Each motion back pulled on the cord with the clamps and stretched her nipples. The three pains left her unable to decide which one to focus on.

—This is so you learn not to offer poisoned drinks.

I fucked her in the ass until she stopped resisting, until her body gave up and she only trembled with muffled moans. Saliva ran down the edges of the gag. Her pussy dripped underneath, onto the wood, leaving a shiny little puddle. I switched holes. I pulled out of the stretched ass and shoved in, in one stroke, into the soaked pussy, and she arched as much as the position allowed. Now I slid in easily, soft flesh giving way all around, and with each thrust the edge of the horse punished her clit between my cock and her own weight.

I fucked her alternating, pussy and ass, pussy and ass, without care, until I felt the tingling at the base. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and rammed it one last time into her ass, all the way, and came inside. I felt my load spilling out in hot jets against the tight interior. When I pulled out, a thick white thread began running from the opened asshole down toward her pussy, mixing with hers, dripping onto the wood.

I put the gag back in her mouth after it had slipped loose and left her there, balancing between three pains that canceled one another out, with semen dripping down the insides of her thighs.

***

I left them at the end of the day lying on the floor, cuffed, with chains on their ankles attached to different rings. Near each of them, a bowl of water. I had to keep them in good condition.

—Why? —Mariana whispered when I crouched to check the chains.

—Because next week, when your husband comes down to this basement, he’s going to walk in not knowing what’s waiting for him. And the police are going to walk in ten minutes later.

I turned off the light when I left. I climbed the basement stairs feeling, for the first time in many hours, the cold air of a normal apartment. I had a lot to do before Monday. Documents to pick up from the PO box, lawyers to call, a commissioner I already knew and who had been trying to catch them for years without evidence.

But first, I let myself sink into the sofa in the upstairs sitting room. I closed my eyes. For the first time in two weeks, I slept.