Summary

“You will be coming with us and you will do so quietly, without fighting or I will have to use this,” number one said putting the barrel under my chin. I nodded as best I could … “You look beautiful Ninita.” He took my arm and we walked around two buildings to get to a large SUV waiting for him. He opened the door, “ladies first,” he said as he helped me into the vehicle. “Ninita, for security…” he said as he placed a blindfold over my eyes. I sat quietly with my hands in my lap as we drove. When we got out he did not remove the blindfold, instead, he led me across a parking lot given the distance and sound of concrete or asphalt under my heels. “There are three steps ahead of you Ninita, step up one…two…three, duck your head slightly and step forward.” once inside what I assume is a plane since the stairs were a little bouncy Senor came up behind me and guided me to a seat. I sat down, and he buckled me up and then sat next to me and placed his hand on mine. I heard two other people enter the plane and buckle up, though no one said anything.

Chapter 1: Looking Back

Home alone again but that night was the night that changed my life, possibly forever. That was about one year ago.

Sitting on my bed, studying for the test in my Ancient Languages class, I have in the morning, when thoughts of Sundae Cone ice cream began to fill my head and distract my studying. Setting the pen down I crawl off the queen-size bed and head to the kitchen, comfortable in my black lace high-cut panties and men’s red t-shirt with a tiger. The temperature is just warm enough to not really need clothes, so not wearing pants at the moment is still perfect. I take a pint of ice cream out of the freezer, take a spoon from the dish drain on the counter and walk back to the bedroom. As I sit down and open my current favorite flavor of ice cream, I hear what sounds like a light knock on the front door, so I stand back up and go to the door. Just as I touch the door knob it suddenly opens, pushing me backwards nearly tripping over my chair. As I try to regain my balance, I drop to my knees with the sudden appearance of a gun in my face from the masked guy that came flying through my door. Thoughts of different ways I could attempt to disarm this person started spinning in my head. He started walking toward me and before I realized it, I was lunging forward with hands up pushing the gun up and trying to take it. During these same few seconds two more masked guys came in and grabbed my arms pinning them behind my back and forcing me back on my knees.

The first guy bent forward using the barrel of the pistol to lift my chin so that I made eye contact, “I wouldn’t try that again if I were you hun. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you make me. These guys will do as I tell them so be good and they will be nice.” The softness in his voice only made the intimidation of his tones that much more intense. As much as I wanted to get free and either fight or run, I realized it would be smarter at that moment to “behave” because these guys are very strong and made their point when they pinned me in place. The first guy obviously finished talking for now, stepped past where I was still being pinned and started walking through my house. Number two and number three practically picked me up and sat me in the big armchair I had just almost tripped over. Number two pointed at me indicating without saying anything that I am to stay sitting in the chair, then he sat down on the couch right next to the chair to watch me. Number three walked off in the same direction as number one.

“If you guys are robbing me take whatever you want,” I said to number two. He simply raised his finger to where his lips are under the mask, telling me to be quiet, so that’s what I did. In the back of my mind I am trying to figure out what they could possibly want in my house, it isn’t very big, I don’t have anything too expensive, and I am no one special. Just then I hear a hammering sound in the front bedroom closet, I start to jump up and get pushed right back down with a glare. I tried to roll off the chair and bolt for the back door but was stopped by a clothesline arm to the stomach. Then number two grabbed my arm, twisting it as he stood up and kicked the back of my knee forcing me back on my knees. He made me move to sit in front of him at the couch, he kept my arm twisted behind my back so that I could not move without breaking my arm. About twenty minutes later number one and number three came back into the living room with a small box in hand, from I’m guessing somewhere in the wall of the closet. Number one signals to number two and he stands up pulling me up with him.

“You will be coming with us and you will do so quietly, without fighting or I will have to use this,” number one said putting the barrel under my chin. I nodded as best I could with the barrel under my chin in response. “Good girl, now follow.” Number one walked out the door and headed to a black van parked in my driveway. Number two let go of my arm and pushed me lightly to follow closely behind number one, then number two followed right behind me. Number three followed last as he closed and locked the door of my house. Number one opened the side door of the van and motioned me in, gun visible to me only in his other hand. I climbed into the van, sat down and buckled up, he climbed in and sat next to me gun still aimed at me. Number two and three got into the front of the van and we left. The back of the van was completely blacked out, but still number one reached to the floor of the van and grabbed a bag, that he quickly placed over my head then he said, “hold your wrists out.” I slowly pulled my arm out of the belt and held my wrists up for him. I felt him tightly wrap rope around my wrists securing them. Now bound and blinded by the bag I sat quietly and tried to focus on the distance we were going or number of turns we took and which direction. After what seemed like a twenty or thirty-minute drive, I had lost track of turns, trying to figure speed or distance. When the van stopped I heard the two in front get out and start talking, they were far enough away all I could hear was mumbling but still. Number one got out but did not tell me to move and since I am buckled in, I am kind of stuck until he helps me move. I hear him walk away and a building door open and close off to the right of me. I start to wiggle and managed to undo the seat belt myself, then I lifted my wrists toward my head to remove the bag but heard a “click–click” sound just behind my right ear and I froze.

“Not a smart move, slowly lower your hands and get to your knees.” said a voice behind me. I slowly scooted forward until I was able to get to a kneeling position with my hands in my lap. “Move forward until I say stop,” came the voice again this time from in front of me. I crawled forward on my knees toward the side of the van. “Stop.” came the voice, and so I did.

Next I felt a hand grab the top of my head and push it downward, I did not fight it as I realized I was in no position to try anything. With the bag still over my head I felt him (whoever “him” is) place a chain over my head and around my neck, what made me completely freeze for a moment is when he tightened it just enough, and I felt the spikes resting just on the surface of my skin but sharp enough they were already scratching at the surface. “Ok, I am going to take your wrists and help you out so that you are standing. If you understand say ‘yes’.”

“Yes,” it was a very quiet and timid yes, but it was clear. Satisfied he took my wrists by the ropes holding them together and pulled slightly forward making sure I kept my balance as I stepped out of the van and onto the ground. Once on my feet he released my wrists and all he held was the lead chain attached to the collar he had just put on me.

“From now on I suggest you follow directions very carefully, it won’t take much for those spikes to dig-in and I’m sure that won’t feel good. Now, come.” He started walking, leading me to the building where number one had gone I assume due to the direction we are walking. I heard the door open in front of me and felt the chain pull me forward, I moved carefully through the doorway, trying not to trip as I was still barefoot. Once inside and the door shut he led me through what seemed to be a couple rooms and doorways until he finally stopped inside a medium-sized room. He removed the bag, it took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the lights, though not bright, it is brighter than it was in the bag. My eyes adjusted to see a room with a bed, a large wooden wardrobe, a small table with two chairs, a large box (looked metal), and a large dog cage. He walked me over to the dog cage and told me to get on my knees again. I stood a moment too long because he yanked some on the collar causing it to dig in a bit and he started to push the tip of a knife to my chest. I obeyed and got to my knees. “In the cage my dear,” he said almost sweetly and with a smile. I crawled into the cage as best I could with my wrists still bound, once inside I sat on my knees, head slightly bent to avoid the top. He reached down and unhooked the lead from the collar, then locked the cage door with a padlock. “You are the boss’s new pet, he will be in later to check on you. You might want to get a nap before then, you might be up late tonight.” he said with a laugh as he turned and left the room closing the door behind him.

Chapter 2: The Next Morning

…4:10am…

I would have been sleeping well when he opened the door if it wasn’t for the fact that I am sleeping in a dog cage, with only a blanket, and an uncomfortable spiked collar around my neck. So, I awoke quite abruptly when the door was unlocked and opened. I laid still, not wanting to be noticed yet, but I was awake all the same. He must have slept some last night somewhere because he was bright eyed and ready to go, way too early.

I stayed still as he came over to the cage and unlocked it, he then came around the side to see if I was awake, to which I peeked out from behind the blanket a little sleepy still. “Good Morning little one, time to get up and start our day.” he said with a grin. His soft but stern voice…it was number one from the previous evening…

I slowly crawled out of the cage, but remained in a kneeling position when I finally exited the cage. Not sure what to expect, but having been going through some Dom/Sub training with a local group, I started with the general rules of behavior given my circumstances and not wanting to have the collar any tighter. He walked just past me to the table and sat down, motioning for me to come near. I crawled over to him, eyes cast downward and careful not to make any sudden or wrong moves. When I reached him, he lifted my chin with his hand, “Let’s start off with this explanation. You happened to be in the wrong house at the wrong time, and though you didn’t see any faces when we were there due to the box I had to retrieve I could not leave you there to tell anyone. From now on you belong to me. Whether that is a pet, a play toy, a trophy, or whatever I decide in that moment, that is what you are. I am to be known as Sir, Master, or Senor only, nod if you understand.” Keeping full eye contact with me during the explanation.

I nodded.

“Good girl. I noticed your name is Makiia, very nice, but I will only use your name when you are in serious trouble. From now on you will be called Pet or Ninita. You will only speak when spoken to or asked a direct question. You will be at my side unless I instruct otherwise. The only other person that you will answer to if I am unavailable is Hector, the one who brought you in here. You will sleep in the cage until I decide you are allowed to sleep anywhere else. I will give you food and drink as I see fit. I will train you personally for any and all tasks that you will have.” he paused a moment trying to gauge my understanding. He then continued, “I am going to let you eat now, then we will begin your training. Give me your wrists.”

I lifted my wrists and he untied them but replaced the ropes with strong leather cuffs, then he pushed me onto all fours and added similar ankle cuffs. Each cuff had a metal ring attached to it, so that a chain, rope or hook could be attached. Once he sat back down he hooked the lead chain back to the collar and then attached the other end to his belt, the end that attached to the collar locked in place with a small padlock which requires a key to open. After all the locks, chains, and cuffs were in place he said, “sit down in the chair knees apart and ankles uncrossed.” I got up and sat in the chair across from him, hands in my lap, knees apart and ankles uncrossed.

He placed a plate with fruit, bread and cheese on it in front of me, as well as a glass of water. “Eat Ninita, you need to stay healthy.” I began to pick at the food and eat, I wasn’t starving so I maintained my manners and ate politely.

“You have been very quiet Ninita, most in your position would be screaming or crying almost non-stop by now or fighting to get away, which I know you can do from our encounter at the house, . Tell me Ninita, why so quiet?”

After finishing a bite of bread and cheese I answered, “Senor, during the encounter at the house, the display of strength from you and your men as well as your pistol in my face showed that you meant business. I did try to escape then, but the man you left guarding me stopped me. Upon arrival and the spiked collar placed around my neck, I can see few options to try to escape given the cage is welded together and padlocked shut. I can see it would be a waste of breath to scream as no one would care, trying to fight in current conditions will only end up with spikes in my neck which could cause major damage, and I would prefer not to be shot. As unusual as it may be I have some training as a submissive and slave in more willing situations and due to that I am willing to live within the guidelines set forth so far as it means I will live to see another day.”

Thinking for a moment before responding, “Hmmm, smart girl. I do not plan to harm you if you listen and behave, but just to be clear, disobedience will result in punishment as I see fit and severe problems will be dealt with harshly. You are mine now, I will do with you as I wish, and if you obey we will get along just fine. You might even get to leave the complex with me at some point if you have proven you know your place and have earned it. Now I have some business to attend to so let’s go.”

He stood up and started to walk to the door, the lead starting to go taunt, I stood up and started walking about 2 steps behind him. As we walked through the building I was trying discreetly look at everything at first, to understand the layout as well as soak up details about everything and everything going on. At first Senor didn’t notice until he noticed some of his workers pointing and whispering about me, then he stopped and turned around. I had stopped also as I was paying close attention to him also. “Unless you are told to look at someone directly I want your eyes down understood?!”

“Si Senor.” I quietly responded, eyes downcast and we continued. We walked through several hallways and corridors before arriving in his business office, there he unhooked the chain from his belt and attached it to the side of his desk. Obviously, I am not his first captive, though the way he spoke had given that away.

“You will sit on the pillow unless told otherwise my pet.” he pointed to a large pillow that lay near his chair. I stepped over to the overstuffed, navy blue microfiber 3’x3’ pillow on the floor and sat down side-saddle style because it would be the easiest to get to a kneeling position if commanded. He walked around the desk, sat down and opened his laptop. Moments later he answered a video call with one of his clients. I sat silently and listened to the conversation, they are speaking Spanish which I know little of. However, I did understand enough to know they are discussing drugs and large amounts of money. I sat keeping my eyes downcast toward the floor, but looking around as much as I could without moving my head too much. His office was a medium sized room like the bedroom, but the walls were lined with books, his desk was a polished heavy dark wood and the armchairs in front of the desk were the type you would see in a lawyers office.

Just then I heard his name from the other end of the video call, “Senor Rauul.” Now the level of security made sense, I had recently watched a news report about Senor Rauul, he is supposed to be a major player in the underground South American cartel. Which really doesn’t make sense why he would be in a small town in the Midwest U.S., much less why he would have something hidden in the wall of a small house in a small town in Midwest U.S. ….hmmm… I must have had a strange look on my face as I was trying to figure things out.

“Ninita, what are you thinking about?” I heard him say, realizing his call was done and he was watching me.

“Nothing really Senor, I heard him say your name, I thought I heard it before. I must be mistaken. Forgive me, I have distracted you from your work Senor.” I turned back toward the desk, trying to hide my wonder and suspicion as if it would do me any good anyway.

“Ninita, it doesn’t matter if you know my name, you belong to me and that is all you need to know and understand.” He said stroking my hair, then suddenly pulling my head back so I would look him in the eyes and understand his point.

“I am Yours Senor, I only need to know what I am told Senor. Thank you, Senor.” I strained to answer as the spikes in the back of the collar are digging in a bit at the angle he pulled my head back. He smiled and released my hair, only to stroke it a few more times to straighten it back out.

“Good girl. Now my pet, sit and stay while I go get something.” he said as he started walking toward the door. I stayed right where I was and other than to shift my position slightly, I did not move at all. Yes, the laptop was sitting open right there, but I’m sure he has hidden cameras in the room and even if not, by the time I find a way to get a message out he will be back and I will be getting severely punished. I did glance up at the screen curious anyway but it was password locked and I am no hacker. So, I sat and waited like a good girl, if anything hopeful to get on his good side and be able to leave the complex at some point, giving room to escape.

A few minutes later he returned, surprised that I was still sitting where he left me. He walked over to the laptop, sat down and entered the password to unlock it. I was correct he does have hidden cameras, he checked the last couple minutes while he was gone and the look I caught said he was pleasantly surprised that I remained seated and behaved. I knew it had been a test and I will not break my word that I would not try to escape as it would do me no good and I meant it. Now I could see the wheels in his head turning, “I have to check on a truck that should have been here 10 minutes ago. I will be back, be good Ninita.” I nodded slightly in respective obedience.

Thomas was placed inside the room with me to guard until Senor Rauul returned. Thomas was a newer guy to the crew and young as I could tell by his stance and attitude. The gangster and thug wannabe but green as grass. Even with my eyes down and sitting as modest as I could still in my t-shirt and lace panties. I can feel him staring at me, trying to see down my shirt and not being very tactical about it. He started walking my direction, setting his rifle down on the chair in front of Senor’s desk, his thug walk trying to be all cool…

He squatted down in front of me and started to reach to touch my hair, “You are a pretty little thing, boss knows how to pick’em,” I lifted my arm in time to catch his arm before he touched me. “That’s not very nice or obedient now is it miss?”

“You are not the boss, I do not belong to you.” I replied since he had asked a question of me, or at least it sounded that way to me, so I am within the rules.

This time the kid went to pull his knife and place it up to my throat, “You belong to all of us and you will do what I say or you will be bleeding, understood?”

I smirked a little this time, because I am going to have fun with this punk and hopefully earn more respect from Senor. I grabbed his knife hand and pushed it back bending it enough to force his wrist down until he dropped the knife. I picked it up and pushed the point to his nuts. “I am not yours, you will not touch, or I will hurt you… are we clear punk?” I was bold on that last comment, but I want to make my point clear if Senor’s cameras recorded audio.

A second guy knocked on the door and asked if all was okay. Thomas “the punk” hollered “No.” The other guy came in gun focused on me, so I dropped the knife and sat back down. Thomas picked up the knife and with it pointed at me came close enough so that he was directly in my face. He turned the knife, so the blade was aimed down and drug the blade slowly across my shirt near the top of my breasts, the knife cut my shirt and left a small cut across the top of my right boob. I inhaled deeply as that did sting but I am fine and if it weren’t for the collar I would leap on him and show him a proper beat-down. Thomas then drug the blade down the front of my shirt and trailed it down the side of my left thigh. There were several small nicks as the knife moved down. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head to the point that the collar was starting to dig in. I reached up to loosen the collar again slightly and he used the other hand to pull his zipper down and start pulling out his cock, attempting to force my head forward toward it. I pushed back keeping distance between me and him. I reached up in the next move to grab my own hair below his hand and quickly pulled my knees up and planted one in his hip, kicking him off me, barely keeping my head from pulling the collar tight again. I then before the second guy could react, I reached forward and grabbed his rifle, pulling it from his hands then turned it back on them both. Thomas had partially recovered from the kick to his hip and started to go for his gun. I trained the rifle I had on them and dared him to try to grab it before I shot his hand or cock off…

Just then Senor came in, the guys tried to stand up and play it cool, I carefully laid the rifle on his desk and sat down. “What the fuck is going on in here?!!! Why is your cock hanging out of your pants and why does She have your rifle?! … I expect a good answer and NOW!”

The two guys started to stutter and trip over their words trying to explain without pissing him off more. Senor called in Hector and demanded the two be escorted out of his sight and to a holding area. Then his gaze turned to me, he saw my messed-up hair, the cuts in my shirt and on my now visible skin and the rifle laying on his desk. Before biting my head off or worse, he sat down and pulled up the video link again to review what happened. “Not that you should have touched a weapon or talked that way to my men, but I respect that you made it clear you are mine and did not let them violate you.”

He reached over and unhooked the lead from his desk and I stood up as he started to walk toward the door. I followed him back to the bedroom, walking two steps behind him as desired. I could feel the dirty looks from the other guys as I walked through as well as a few looks of surprise or respect, all the while keeping my gaze down as instructed. When we reached the room he pointed to the chair at the small table and I sat down. He unlocked the lead chain from the collar and laid it down on the table, then started to remove my shirt. I hesitated to lift my arms to allow him to do so for only a moment, then I slowly lifted my arms to allow him to remove the now torn and bloodied shirt. Once off, he went to the wardrobe and opened one of the doors just enough to pull out a small first aid kit. He walked back over and knelt in front of me, opened the kit and proceeded to clean and place a small Band-Aid over the cut that was still bleeding a little. Once finished he put the kit back in the wardrobe and brought me a new tank top which he assisted putting on me. This time I allowed it without any hesitation as I can see this will be part of the arrangement or situation. He was very polite about helping dress me and did not touch me in any inappropriate manner which I am very surprised but also very happy considering the situation. He could easily take advantage of me and there is little I can do. He also proceeded to lift my legs gently one at a time and put a skirt on me. He took my hand and had me to stand, then he pulled the skirt up and zipped the back for a snug fit. The skirt is a navy-blue color, length goes about halfway down my thigh and has just enough room to sit comfortably.

Once he dressed me, “Go lay down my pet, I will wake you later.” I dropped to all fours and crawled into the cage. He closed and locked the door of the cage behind me and left. I moved the blanket into a better position now that my hands are free, then curled up, covered up and fell asleep…

Chapter 3: Change of Pace

I didn’t hear the door open or the cage door being unlocked. I did however feel lead being locked on and then the quick tug that pressed spikes more into my skin. I was up and moving rather quickly at that moment. I crawled out to see Hector holding the leash and pulling toward the table. I crawled until I was beside the chair and sat waiting for instruction, I especially did not want to move without permission since he had already yanked on the chain. He huffed at me, “Get in the chair and eat Ninita.”

I nodded, stood up and sat in the chair. He sat down across from me as I ate the small portion of grilled chicken tacos that had been placed on the table for me. Once finished I drank some of the water that was also on the table for me and placed my hands back in my lap to await further instruction. Hector stood up, locked my leash to a ring on the wall behind the table then took the plate and left the room. Being as the chain was not more than four or five feet in length I sat there waiting to see what would happen next. I sat only moving slightly to adjust sitting in one place too long a few times for what seemed like forever. I was awake and not going to sleep in the chair but sitting with nothing to do was very, very boring.

Finally, the door opened again, Hector returned, without a word he took the leash from the wall and started walking for the door. Seeing him move I quickly stood up and started to follow before the leash pulled taunt. I followed two steps behind same as I did for Senor. We walked a different route than to Senor’s office, we arrived in a shower locker room. The area was empty except for us, Hector guided me forward with his hand at the small of my back. He removed the leash, “Ninita you will shower and dress with the outfit provided by Senor Rauul. I will wait here, there is one door in or out so there is nowhere to try to run. Don’t waste time, Senor is waiting for you.”

I walked around the wall to see two chairs, one chair with clothes laid on it, a shower with no curtain and soaps ready. So I undressed, carefully folding the clothes Senor had dressed me in and placing them on the second chair. I stepped into the shower and cleaned up as quickly as I could, making sure to wash my hair and private areas well. I dried off with the towel provided and got dressed. The leather cuffs a bit awkward to wash and dry around, I wanted to make sure the leather wouldn’t start rubbing raw if it was left wet. The outfit on the chair is a dress that hangs off the shoulders and low cut front, push-up strapless bra also provided. The dress is a soft red color made of silk-like synthetics with black and blue highlights, no underwear and 4” high heel shoes also red. I went to the counter/sink where there sat a hair dryer, and clips and hairspray to fix my hair and quickly went to work drying and placing one of the butterfly clips in my hair to hold it out of my face. I applied a small amount of the makeup provided and walked back over to Hector. He seemed nervous as if waiting to try to stop me from running which I did not do. He attached the leash and we walked out of the shower area and out of the building. Senor was waiting just outside and took the leash from Hector.

“You look beautiful Ninita.” He took my arm and we walked around two buildings to get to a large SUV waiting for him. He opened the door, “ladies first,” he said as he helped me into the vehicle. I scooted over on the seat to allow room for Senor. “Ninita, for security…” he said as he placed a blindfold over my eyes. I sat quietly with my hands in my lap as we drove. When we got out he did not remove the blindfold, instead he led me out of the vehicle and across a parking lot given the distance and sound of concrete or asphalt under my heels. “There are three steps ahead of you Ninita, step up one…two…three, duck your head slightly and step forward.”

Once inside what I assume is a plane since the stairs were a little bouncy Senor came up behind me, I jumped slightly as I couldn’t see him coming up behind me. He guided me to a seat, I sat down and he buckled me up, then sat next to me and placed his hand on mine. I heard two other people enter the plane and buckle up, though no one said anything.

Being the first time, I have ever flown anywhere I am sitting here very nervous. I hear the engines whirl up and the plane start to move. I clasp my hands together tightly and try to focus so that the g-force doesn’t make me sick. The plane takes off and I am fine, once I realize we are up in the air I let out a breath louder than I expected. I feel Senor’s hand cover mine again and he whispers, “Everything is fine little one, you are safe, and I am here.”

I try to relax and enjoy the flight, it doesn’t seem long before we begin the descent and landing process, again I hold my breath without realizing it and focus while descending. Once the plane is on the ground, I let the breath out much quieter this time as Senor doesn’t seem to notice. I hear the two-other people unbuckle and walk toward where I believe the door is to unlock and open it. I hear Senor unbuckled and move past me. He returns a moment or two later and unbuckles me, taking my hand to lead me off the plane. He guides me down the steps and onto the ground, then a few steps and into a car. I sat again quietly, there is so much I want to say or ask but I know if I speak out of turn there will be consequences, so I remain silent. We drive for a long way, through very hilly roads some you can tell are not paved and are full of holes.

We finally come to a stop, Senor leans over and removes the blindfold carefully. “Ninita, you are to walk on my left arm with me and remain silent unless I tell you to speak. Understood? If I take you off my arm you are to walk on the leash two steps behind as you have before. Eyes will be down at all times and if I point to the floor you are to kneel without hesitation. Do you understand these rules?”

“Yes Senor, I understand.” I nodded slightly, eyes lowered.

Senor gets out and comes around to my door to help me out, I take his left arm and walk with him up the driveway to a large home where it appears a party is happening. Senor is greeted at the door and we walk in. He greets many people as we walk around, several say hello to me, I nod slightly but do not reply unless told to. After Senor had walked around a bit he took me to an area that several nicely dressed men were sitting, and he pointed to the floor. Pillow or not and in this case not I knelt and sat on my knees as instructed, head bowed. I listened to the conversations going back and forth, not understanding most of them as they were in Spanish or Portuguese. Several hours passed, then I heard a few comments that seemed to be aimed my direction but since I am instructed not to speak and to keep my eyes down I dared not say anything.

“Ninita, the gentlemen would like to know your name. Please tell them.” Senor told me.

I kept my head down but answered, “Soy mascota del Señor.” I didn’t know much Spanish but I utilized what I knew to be respectful.

The guys chuckled a bit seeing my Spanish isn’t very good. Señor patted my head and whispered, “good girl.” Then they returned to their conversation.

I am doing my best to sit still but my legs are getting sore and numb. Señor and the men are still talking two more hours later… One of the men stood up and went to do something, on the way back to the table he placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed slightly as if he wanted to touch more given his perspective of being able to see down my dress. Señor noticed and said something to him, the man didn’t seem too thrilled about whatever was said because though my head was bowed I caught a glimpse of his face as he sat down which was looking directly at me with a frown.

Señor stood up and lightly pulled on the leash letting me know it was time to go, I stood up and though sore I walked two steps behind him back to the car. Once in the car Señor placed the blindfold on me and we left. “He was not happy that I would not share you with him. He thought since I brought you to the meeting that I was intending on sharing with everyone. Sadly, I informed him you are my personal pet and that no one touches you.” he chuckled lightly and laid a hand on my hands to comfort and reassure me.

Chapter 4: New House

After we drove quite a distance more, Señor again removed the blindfold before we exited the car. He helped me out of the car and lead by leash as we walked up to the large house and property. The drive was a circle gravel drive with multiple black SUVs parked around it. The house sat in the middle of a large group of trees that partially blocked the home from view of the road. The door was opened for Señor as we approached, he gave the butler his hat and coat. Then led me up the stairs, and down two hallways to a large bedroom. Señor opened one door to show me a large walk in closet, then a door that was to a large private bathroom, the next door on the back wall opened into a room smaller than the closet but furnished with a small bed, metal hoops in the wall, a small table and chair and a bucket in the front corner. “Sit” he said pointing to the chair.

I sat down without hesitation, hands in my lap. Señor knelt in front of me, lifted my chin with his knuckle so that I would look him in the eye. “Ninita, you are almost too well behaved given the circumstances. I am pleased with your behavior, but I have never seen one so obedient as you. This will be your room, you will be locked in unless I direct otherwise, then you will be allowed in the main bedroom. If you are locked in here and need to use the bathroom that is what the bucket is for. I hope you won’t be locked in this room long enough to need it. Soon we’ll be discussing the next step in your training as my pet.”

My heart sank even though I knew it was coming at some point, I am still not looking forward to becoming his sex toy. With that said he got up, removed the leash, left the light on given the switch was on the outside of the door and locked the door. I heard him leave the bedroom. I stood up and walked around since I had the room to do it, now out of the cage. I sat on the bed to see if it was even remotely comfortable. I laid down and drifted off to sleep for the night as it had been an eventful day.

The next morning one of the maids unlocked and opened the door to reveal breakfast waiting on the table in the main bedroom, “Señor says eat and enjoy the room for the day.” After she left the bedroom and locked the door I went to the table, took the food and went to eat in my little room. Even without him here I am going to be cautions taking advantage of my time in the main bedroom. I’m sure he has cameras here too and the more well behaved I am the more likely it is that he will take me in public which means either opportunity to get away or ask for help. Although from everything I have seen so far, even if I get away he would come after me especially now that I have seen his face or those he was talking to the other day would to protect their identity from officials. And with that thought…I will be safer staying his pet then trying to return home. I will just sit and behave for now.

I went through the day sitting in my little room on the bed or at the little table. After I finished breakfast I sat the tray back on the table in the main room. I took a nice hot shower which was much needed. Señor already had some clothes laid out for me, so once dried off I changed into them. A braless tank top that is light green and a hunter green mini-skirt, again the mini-skirt came to my mid-thigh keeping it comfortable for me. When lunch was delivered the maid and a security guard both came in. I was sitting in my little room as I had been most of the day. The maid set the food down, taking the breakfast tray then walked over and stood by the bedroom door. The security guard came to the door of my room and knelt on one knee. “Are you doing alright miss?” he whispered in english.

“I am fine, thank you.” I replied only because it was a direct question.

Even quieter he whispered, “I can help you get out of here and back home to America.” I refused to look at him, as much as I wanted that, I knew it would only cause trouble for me. It also means I need to be careful as he may be an undercover which if he gets involved it could be bad for both of us. I didn’t respond since there was no question this time, he looked softly at me almost like a pity. “I will check on you again, keep your spirit high. I will help you.” He and the maid left and locked the door again.

I got up, walked over picked up the tray and brought it back to my room. I sat at the table and ate my lunch. Today lunch is a medium sized salad with shredded chicken on top. I ate lunch, and returned my tray as I did after breakfast. The rest of the day went by slowly. I took a nap, ate dinner later when it came, this time the maid waited until I was done and had time to use the restroom and clean up. Then she took the tray and locked the main door.

…later after I had been locked down for the night, I heard the bedroom door open and then someone at my room unlocking the door. I laid still and pretended to still be asleep not knowing who it is. The door opened and then closed, I felt someone gently shake my shoulder and at the same time place a hand over my mouth in case I screamed. I opened my eyes to see a faint light on a uniform, and the security guard looking at me. He gave me the shh sign with his finger to his lips. I nodded, he then removed his hand from my mouth, “I am an undercover American agent, I overheard Rauul talking about your situation before he left on business. I can get you back to the US and in protective custody. Do you want to leave now?” he whispered.

Being a direct question, I responded, “Whether I want to leave or not is not the issue. Even with US protective custody I do not believe I would be able to hide from him, and too many of his associates have seen me. It will be safer for me to remain here.” The surprise on his face was whimsical. It didn’t seem he could fathom anyone wanting to stay a prisoner of this man.

“There will be a raid on this location when he returns, I will try to get you out during the raid. That way as far as anyone knows you will be taken into custody with everyone else and can disappear.” He seemed satisfied with his plan and quietly left.

….Señor returned after two weeks and came directly to the bedroom. He found me sitting at the little table eating lunch. He closed the door to the room and pushed a button on his watch which made the room start to descend. I looked above as a new section came out and replaced where the floor was. As we descended I flinched as I heard flash bombs and gunfire above us, Señor was calm and focused. When we stopped moving he said, “We will soon be safe. Don’t worry about the main staff, they will be taken into custody but not harmed, I did know about the raid as I placed a microphone in your room, I expected someone to contact you about an escape. Now I know who the traitor is, thank you for remaining loyal to my instructions even in my absence. You were correct in the fact that you are too valuable to me and have been seen by my associates, the US government would not have been able to hide you from us for long. Though I would not have held it against you for trying to escape though.”

I smiled and nodded slightly as he spoke acknowledging that I heard, understood and am appreciative of his kindness. Once the noise seemed to tone down above us, he opened a door that I hadn’t even noticed before now and led me through a tunnel to a waiting boat. I entered the boat, “Kneel down in the bottom Ninita, head down.” then he covered me with a tarp and we pushed off. I could hear Señor and the two guys that were on the boat already talking in Spanish, I guess talking about where to go. They rowed for a while I heard some cars in a couple spots but not too close, and plenty of birds and animal sounds as we moved down stream.

Chapter 5: Arrangement

The boat stopped, two guys got out and I heard splashing as they pulled the boat ashore. Señor took the tarp off me, then taking my hand helped me out of the boat. Once on shore he walked me up a slight hill to a waiting car. Once inside, “Are you alright Ninita?” he asked lifting my chin to look at him.

“I am well, Señor. Thank you.” I replied looking him in the eye, then returned my eyes to the floor of the car.

“You do not know the treasure that you are Ninita. One such as you is a rare find. That is why I plan to keep you safe and near to me. I have a question for you Ninita, an idea that will keep you safe from many and easy to move with me without all the hiding. Would you be opposed to a marriage of mutual interest, Ninita?” he was completely sincere, and I think he has actually partially fallen for me.

I sat quietly for a few moments thinking about every answer and scenario, he reached over and lift my chin again for me to look at him while waiting for the answer.

(Do I want to marry him, No. Do I really have a choice in this, not really…he can payoff or bribe anyone to preform the ceremony whether I agree or not. It would make trying to escape that much more difficult, though I have pretty much come to the conclusion that escape is not going to be an option because either him or one of his associates will come find me and then there will be real trouble especially if it isn’t him who finds me first. Do I think it will really change much, not much no. Might as well agree, it will beat the alternative of fighting it and it happening anyway.)

“I do not know if I can love you, that is something that will have to be seen. I do believe you intend the best for me and my safety. I do understand the gravity of my current situation and that it’s really not an option, but a courtesy that you are asking me. I do accept to becoming your wife to improve the current situation and safety. And I also understand that my position does not change from current instruction unless otherwise stated by you just because of a marital technicality. Thank you Señor.” I did my best to answer and be sure he understood why I was agreeing to marry him. That I also understood I am still his pet/prisoner and that a piece of paper wouldn’t change that unless he tells me otherwise.

Señor smiled softly at me and kissed the back of my hand. “Keep your chin up my dear, you are going to be my wife not a slave. I may still have restrictions and instructions for you, but you will walk proudly at my side and keep your chin and eyes up from now on, understood?”

“Si, Señor.” I smiled back. Señor instructed the driver to stop at a certain store nearby then a specific local church. When we arrived at the store Señor escorted me inside and told the ladies to assist me with finding a suitable gown. The ladies took me back and helped me try on 3 wedding gowns to find the right one. They made sure everything fit perfectly down to the shoes and veil, the dress with a built-in corset, is white with small satin flowers up the left side and ankle length. The gown is curvy with my form, but straight and not all poofy, it has a short but beautiful lace train. The shoes are white round toed three-inch heels with soft straps up to my knees. They helped pin my hair up away from my face and added a tiara-like veil. They then wrapped me in a large cloak to hide the dress from Señor. We walked back up to the front of the store where Señor is waiting, he placed his arm around me and we walked back out to the car. He held the door open for me and I very carefully got in, so not to reveal the dress.

Señor was already in a tux so no need for him to have to stop and get one. We arrived at the church, St. Matthews cathedral, he helped me out of the car and we went inside followed by the driver. Señor went up and spoke to the Padre while I waited at the front of the church with the driver. Padre called up two nuns and an altar boy to assist, Señor stood waiting at the altar. When signaled the driver walked me down the aisle where I dropped the cape at the last bench, the ceremony was shorter than typical Catholic wedding ceremonies and I’m sure Señor had a say in that as well. We are still trying to stay out of range of the U.S. undercover and his team.

Padre: “Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

Padre: “Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Señor: “I do.”

Padre: “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Señor pulled me close and kissed me softly but fully. “I now pronounce you Mr. & Mrs. Rauul Mendoza.” said Padre when the kiss was over. Señor watched as the Padre filled out the marriage certificate from the church and then he rejoined me waiting near the door with my cloak in hand. We walked out to the car and got in.

“Now my dear, your new name is Amalia Mendoza. I will have your papers by tomorrow. Let’s get to the summer home and get you settled in, hmmm?” he looked at me waiting for an answer.

“I would like that Señor.” I replied softly.

“No more Señor unless it is a special situation or bedroom only. From now on call me Papi, or Rauul, we are husband and wife so you will need to acknowledge and respect this bond. You can relax around me, my dear. I will keep you safe.” he pulled me closer on the seat and placed his arm around me in embrace. I felt awkward given all that has recently happened, yet oddly comfortable there. We rode the rest of the way to the house like this.

At the house, Rauul got out first and opened the door of the house then came back to carry me across the threshold. He really meant he wanted to be husband and wife, this kind of shocked me. Once inside he put me down and walked me to the bedroom. …he really meant he wanted to be husband and wife. He locked the door behind us and proceeded to back me up to the bed and begin removing the veil and dress picking me up out of the dress and tossing it aside. Down to nothing but my heels and spiked collar, the cuffs were removed and handed to Senor at the dress shop by the ladies. He leaned in to kiss me while placing a hand behind my head so that I couldn’t pull away. I gave in, his kiss was soft and enticing. He noticed the collar and carefully removed it, kissing my neck where the near puncture marks were. Señor pushed up on me, kissing softly and making his way to my breasts, as he moved lower from my neck he started removing his suit jacket, tie, shoes and shirt. As he gently pushed me til I fell back on the bed he proceeded to strip until all he had were his boxers. He picked me up by the waist and placed me in the middle of the bed.

“This is mainly where we will still have instructions and rules my dear Ninita. Now hands above your head,” he was excited, excited as a young boy with a new toy. I sighed in my head, I knew this part would come but as his wife now it is my duty…

I lifted my hands above my head and he placed thick cuffs on each wrist, securing them above my head. Then he made a path of kisses from my lips, to my neck, down my chest paying extra attention to both nipples which became very hard for him. Then the kisses trailed down my stomach to my legs, he parted my legs and instructed me to keep them there. “Si Papi,” I responded. He inserted two fingers into my pussy slowing working them in and out. Then he started to lick and rub my clit with his tongue, getting me excited at least in body. I began to moan softly, enjoying what he is doing despite my thoughts not fully agreeing.

“You will ask before you cum, understood?” he said pushing me to the edge and then stopping long enough for me to come back down.

“Si Papi.” came my response slightly breathy. He went back to slowly moving his fingers around in my pussy and even adding his small finger to the tip of my ass. His tongue still at work on my clit, I began to moan louder and wiggle some. I began to build to a peak, “Por Favor Papi?” I moaned.

“No Ninita, not yet.” he said with a smile. He kept pushing, closer to the edge, moving his fingers slightly faster. Again, I moaned. He buried his head between my legs and before I realized…

“Por Favor Papi, por favor!” I begged ready to burst.

“Not yet” he smiled even bigger.

Oh my gosh I feel like I’m going to explode. “Por Favor Señor Papi, Por Favor Por Favor!” I begged.

“Si Ninita, you may cum now.” he said as he pushed me over the edge and into a spiral of orgasmic waves. I wiggled, stretched, pulled at the cuffs until I was a bit tired. Then he removed his boxers and moved in closer with his hard cock. He lifted my legs and with my knees nearly in my chest he pushed himself inside me. As wet as I was going in wasn’t difficult except for as tight as I was still coming down from my peak. I gasped at his girth, due to me being still very tight after cumming that hard. He began to move in rhythm, in and out getting deeper, harder and faster with each stroke. I about came again, and noticing that look on my face, “Yes Ninita cum with me inside you I want to feel you squeeze my cock.” I did cum for him, and he came in response burying his cock deep inside me and even more force with the last stroke.

“Aye Papi” I was breathing hard at that point. He slowly pulled out and reached up to remove the cuffs. I turned to my side to watch him as he lay on the bed for a moment to catch his breath some also. He got up walked around to the side I am laying closest to and picked me up again. This time carrying me to the bathroom and setting me in a large tub, though cold he quickly fixed that with warm water jets. He climbed into the tub with me, pulled me closer to him and began to wash me. I relaxed back and let him wash me. I am enjoying some pampering even if only temporary, and even if it isn’t right.

I can hear my friends back home now criticizing me for playing along with all this, the difference is they wouldn’t see things the same way I do. They would be the ones yelling, fighting, screaming and getting beaten or killed due to behavior.

It’s still going to be awkward for me for a while to not call him only Señor or expecting my every move to be planned for me. Not guaranteeing the later won’t happen anyway.

“My beautiful, beautiful Amalia, let’s get you dried off and curled up on the bed.” He stood up and got out of the tub tying a robe around himself, then helped me out of the tub and proceeded to dry me off himself with a towel. Once dry we walked back to the bed together, I climbed up on the bed and got cozy under the covers. He kissed me gently on the forehead then put on a pair of lounging pants and left the room. Given all the events of the day it didn’t take long for me to fall asleep.

Waking up early the next morning I found Señor Rauul lying beside me. I moved carefully out of the bed so not to disturb him. I looked around the bedroom for clothes, since I am still naked from last night. I found a door that opened to a closet and when I walked in I found the room is at least half the size of the bedroom. Half the clothes are Rauul’s, the other half are for a female, not sure if picked out for me or just any girl but at this moment I don’t care, I just want to get dressed. I opened a drawer to find stockings, in another drawer bras and no underwear to be found anywhere. I picked out a lovely cream colored strapless bra and put it on. Looking through the clothes I found an ocean blue sundress but as I started to put it on I felt him come up behind me and caress my shoulders.

“I have something better for you today my dear. Come over this way,” he said leading me gently toward the back of the closet. In the back section the clothes were all dress suits and formal gowns. We stopped, and he stepped around me to pull out a red dress and hand it to me. I laid the sundress on one of the benches in the middle part of the room and started to pull the dress up my curvy hips. Placing the wide straps and frilly short sleeves up onto my shoulders, I removed the nice bra I had picked out because the dress dipped deep in the front and back enough to show the bra if I had left it. Now the dress also was smoother, tight fitting without the bra lines. The mid-thigh soft red rose dress brought out my deep brown eyes.

“Hermosa mi Reina!” he said with a huge smile, “My beautiful queen. I will leave you to choose shoes for the day my sweet. I will be waiting in the bedroom when you are done so we can go eat breakfast.” He walked to his side of the closet to get dressed himself. It only took me seconds to find the perfect shoes and slipped on thigh-high black heeled boots. I stopped at the mirror on my way out of the closet and was amazed at how nice I looked right then.

I walked to the bedroom and sat in one of the high-backed chairs, this time crossing my legs at the knee for effect. When Rauul came out to find me he paused in admiration for a moment before coming to kneel on one knee before me. I uncrossed my legs and sat up more waiting to see what he is going to do. He pulled a box from his pocket and opened it to reveal a large diamond engagement ring and wedding band full of small diamonds, “I wanted to have this for you yesterday, but we did not have time. May I?” he asked reaching for my hand. I extended my left hand for him and he placed the wedding set on my ring finger as he should have been done yesterday. Then he pulled out a third ring, handed it to me and gave me his hand. I placed the ring on his finger.

‘There it is done’ I thought to myself. With that done he took my hand to help me up and he showed me to the kitchen where one of his staff had breakfast waiting for us. I sat down at the breakfast nook counter but before I could start eating…

“A toast,” holding up his coffee cup, “to a long-lasting partnership between us.” I lifted my coffee and we toasted. Then dug into, politely of course, the sunny side up eggs, sausage, biscuits and gravy. The first full breakfast I had had in weeks, I ate a decent portion careful not to get any on my dress.

Chapter 6: The Office

After breakfast it was time to leave, I walked outside with Señor Rauul on his arm. ( and I am not enjoying being his wife or the situation, but I am finding ways to make the best of the situation, given that it could be a lot worse.) He held the door open for me at the car, I gracefully got in and sat ‘proudly’ as he wanted, as I am his wife now, so I need not bow unless instructed. The car drove quite a distance across Salvador, Brazil as I finally saw some signs and such letting me know approximately where in the world I am now. Brazil…wow, I have not been to Brazil until now. It is very nice, and I would enjoy it under different circumstances.

Arriving at an office building in a large industrial area of Salvador we pulled into a parking garage and parked right next to a secondary exit door. Rauul and I got out and went into the exit door, we walked down the hallway to an elevator to go the 5th floor. I stood at his side and I can tell that right now it is all about business which I am fine with. I can be business-like no problem at all. I started thinking maybe if I have to remain in this situation for a long term I can ask Rauul to allow me to finish school, I want to finish my Egyptologist degree and studies. I will have to ask him later if that can be done.

Upon arriving at the 5th floor we proceeded to the office on the left near the end of the hall ahead. Inside the office Señor gestured for me to sit on the small couch next to his desk. I sat down and again crossed my knees so to enhance my appearance, since I am his wife mainly for appearance sake I want to make a known presence and not embarrass him. Rauul smiled when he noticed my position and requested two coffees be brought in. Moments later a receptionist arrived with two coffees and handed one to me, I thanked her, and she left. He glanced at me momentarily, shrugged it off and continued checking his emails.

I sat on the couch sipping coffee for hours while he worked on his computer and made calls. Receptionist buzzed in letting Rauul know a client is here to see him, he advised to allow them in. Moments later in walk two of the guys from the meeting the other day. They take one look at me and get a very puzzled look on their face. I gave a simple smile and go back to drinking my coffee. They sat down in front of Señor’s desk and began discussing their business in Spanish. I focused on my coffee, the light in the room and blank space as much as I could, since I do not understand their conversation and would prefer to stay out of it anyway.

I noticed several side glances from one of the guys, I believe it was the same one trying to give me a hard time at the last meeting. Rauul picked up on the glances and very clearly stated, “I would not advise you continuing to look at my wife in that manner.” Surprised he said it in English the guy shot a look back at him. Then said something in Spanish that I assume was a challenge because Rauul pulled his gun out and made a very clear statement that seemed to sink in from the sudden mannerism changes in the guy’s behavior.

After all the coffee I have been drinking I need to use the restroom, I stood up and walked to a glass panel on the opposite wall that when I depressed it, it opened into a small private restroom. I noticed Rauul and one of the guys watching me as I walked across the room, but as his wife I should be able to get up and use the restroom if needed without permission. Once finished I walked back to my seat and crossed my ankles, knees angled slightly down as I sat. The guys finished their business meeting with Señor Rauul and took their leave, for good measure I stood up walked over and kissed him on the cheek. He immediately looked up with a puzzled look but then smiled. I turned to go sit back down and he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap as he moved back in the chair. He took his hand from my waist and caressed my cheek, then moved the hand to behind my head and kissed me long and deep. His lips soft and pressed against mine, his tongue slowly pushing to explore my mouth. I resisted some as I am still not fully comfortable with the entire situation, but I did my best not to appear to fight back as I am now his wife and I am trying to make the best of my current situation. I know regardless of what he has said I am still under restrictions, like I doubt that I can just walk out of this office or building without bodyguards or surveillance.

A few minutes later one of the secretaries came in with an envelope and a box. Rauul opened, “Come here my dear, these items are for you.” I stood up and walked over to stand beside him at his desk. He motioned for me to sit in front of the desk, so I walked around and sat in one of the chairs. He pulled out a stack of papers and laid them on the desk in front of me. “Here is your copy of the marriage license, your name change court documents, your new passport, your new American social security card and ID, your Brazilian citizenship papers and ID. These reflect your decision to willing travel outside of the US, marry in Brazil and request a name change according to the US. With this documentation there is no reason why we cannot travel to and from the US anytime you wish and not have to hide. Also, I sent for your laptop and contacted your school with all the necessary information so that you can finish your degree all expenses paid of course. All of your previous expenses have been caught up. When I said you are very unique and special to me I meant it and I want to show you just how special. Now, I would advise refraining from using social media at this time, given the delicacy of all the current changes.” He smiled and handed me the box which contained my laptop, notebook and class book for my last class. On top of the notebook were all the details from the university regarding retaking the class, name changes and receipt for class costs.

I graciously accepted, “Thank you Rauul. This means a lot to me that you did all this and are allowing me to complete my studies.” I sat the items on the couch and walked back over to kiss him again on the cheek in thanks, he turned last minute and caught me on the lips. Moments later a couple guys came in carrying the parts for a desk, they sat up a nice desk with storage drawers along the sides, against the left sidewall from Rauul’s desk, then they brought in a chair.

“Your new desk my dear, you can manage your school work and work with me on certain projects. Take some time and get set up Amalia, our next meeting is in an hour.” He said gesturing toward the desk. I picked up the box and walked over to the desk, setting it down on top. I removed my laptop and placed it on the desk, along with my book and notebook. I took the small briefcase I found in the top drawer of the desk and placed all my important new paperwork in it. Once the box was empty I sat it on the floor next to the desk. I sat down at the desk and opened my laptop to login. My system had been primarily wiped of most social media sites and blocked them. I can understand given he still shouldn’t fully trust me not to run yet, if I thought I could I would but I have seen enough already to know better. I logged into the school site and started checking start dates, I opened my book and dug into the Egyptian Temple text work I was doing before all this chaos started and before I knew it the day was over. Rauul mentioned time to go and I packed my laptop, book and notebook into the briefcase with my paperwork and joined him at the back door. We walked out the same backway we had come in and to the exit door in the garage. Once in the car we went back to the house.

Chapter 7: Routine

….3 months later…

Much of the same routine the last couple months, get dressed, eat, go to the office (Rauul working and I sit doing school work or assisting with organizing private meetings with his associates), go home eat dinner, bathe, go to bed, and the at least twice a week sex with restraints. Not that I don’t enjoy a good restraint or BDSM session but still not comfortable with having sex with him as I was technically kidnapped in the first place and have been a prisoner thus far. I am now technically his wife and I have been able to go shopping once or twice for new clothes or school supplies however I am always escorted everywhere I go. Whether he trusts me or not he does not trust his associates not to try something funny. Under normal circumstances I would say if there is no trust in a business partner that is bad business but in this case you can’t trust your partners at any point because they are all out to get the most money. When money is heavily involved people tend to no longer act with brains or honor they act in greed.

I have been held or kept by Rauul for approximately four months now and given the entire situation he has been most gracious and kind. I did agree to be his wife more out of necessity of my safety than anything, but I did agree all the same and I am trying to play the part the best I can. Am I in love with him, No. Do I love him, No. Do I think he is protecting me, yes, he is protecting me from the associates who if I ran or even if he let me go they would be hunting me down because I have seen them in a “business” setting and know too much? Is he still holding me prisoner, yes? It could be very dangerous for me if I left and I think that should be my decision to make but he is trying to keep me safe under the circumstances, which yes, they are his fault but it is what it is now. Do I ever think I will love him or be in love with him, I don’t know? I guess it is possible for it to happen but at this time I do not know if it ever will happen.

“Amalia, my dear, we need to get ready for the banquet.” Rauul said pulling me out of my dazed drifting thoughts. I looked up from my study books and nodded. I closed my book and started walking toward the bedroom to change. As I reached the bedroom closet, I heard a loud explosion in the direction of the front door. I quickly went into the closet, grabbed a pair of leggings and then ducked behind the shoe wall. I quietly put on the leggings crouched behind the wall and slipped on a pair of running shoes. The area behind the shoe wall was covered by long gowns, it would be difficult for someone to know I was back there. I heard loud banging as someone entered the bedroom, then the bathroom, and now they were coming in the closet. I stayed crouched down in the little cubby area, silently waiting, hoping they would be leaving soon. I heard guns click at the ready.

“Come out, come out wherever you are Señorita….” I heard one of them trying to lure me out. “We don’t want to hurt you, we just want a chat with Rauul and he will listen better if you are in the meeting too, isn’t that the arrangement? You are with him at all meetings? Come out and go with us nice and easy and this will all be over soon.” I heard him but I wasn’t about to come out. Just then I heard more guys come in the bedroom, they were pulling a bound Señor Rauul with them.

“Tell her to come out and join us Rauul. Because if we have to find her I cannot guarantee her safety if she is not willing with you as you keep saying she is and will be at all meetings.” Said one that sounded like one of his associates and would be in charge of all the goons.

“Amalia, my dear, come to me. No one is going to touch you; just come to me we have an unscheduled meeting we must attend tonight. Vamos ninita.” I could tell by his voice he was not happy about whatever this meeting is dealing with and the fact that they broke into his home to force him to go was not a good sign. He did say no one was to touch me, which means if they do I have his permission to hurt them. I have trusted him so far to keep me safe, I must trust him now because I don’t have a choice unless I want to possibly be harmed or him to be harmed which would put me in greater danger. The two in the closet had moved out to the bedroom and were waiting near the bathroom door. I silently crawled out from behind the wall and then slowly walked out into the bedroom. As I stepped out of the closet, I side-stepped one of the goons and took a couple quick steps so that I was standing right beside Rauul. They had bound his wrists behind his back and he had a bruise forming on his face where it looked like one of them had punched him.

“Smart girl, Señora Mendoza. Now are you going to walk with us willingly or do we need to cuff you too?”

“I will walk with Rauul willingly so long as no one touches me.” I replied and started moving when they did. The thug in charge walked right beside me and his goons walked with Rauul next to me or closely behind me. I looked several times at Rauul hoping for a que, a hint, a whisper…something to let me know what was going on, but received nothing which left a heavy feeling in my gut. If Rauul didn’t know what was going on for sure or if it is that bad then I need to be on high alert without showing it and be on guard in case I have to defend myself.

“After you Señora.” The thug said and opened the door of an SUV guestering me inside. I climbed in and sat down, Rauul was assisted in and was sat next to me. The thug got in and sat next to Rauul with one of the guards in the front, gun pointed at Rauul. “Put this on Señora, they are required for our trip and unless you want to be touched. Please.” He said handing me a bag, then placed one over Rauul’s head. I slipped it on keeping my hands ready for anything. “As long as you both keep your cool we can have a civilized conversation. Rauul, the cuffs are not needed if you will cooperate. Can I save you more embarrassment and remove them before we arrive?” The thug asked Rauul.

“Seeing as how we are in the vehicle there is no point in them now. You can remove them, so that I can hold my wife’s hand.” Rauul’s voice was calm but cold. I felt Rauul scoot forward in the seat then back again, when he moved back his hand rested on mine. “No worries my dear, this will be resolved soon.” he said speaking as though he was trying to calm me, though knowing I would be calm until otherwise needed or instructed.

I am sitting as calm as I have been this entire ordeal, waiting, listening, anticipating, calculating, ready for anything. We drove for quite a distance before arriving in San Palo, when the vehicle stopped, and doors started opening I didn’t move until thug said, “Señora take my hand and I will help you down, do not remove the bag yet.” I took a breath and reached my hand outward to the left where I had heard his voice. He took my hand lightly and held it while I exited the vehicle. Then he took Rauul’s arm and assisted him out, once out, Rauul reached out to take me on his arm while we were escorted into a building.

Once inside the bags were removed, once my eyes adjusted I took in the details of the entry room and staircases. One of the goons started to escort Rauul toward a study off to the right but he had done so by excusing himself between us. Rauul hesitated and started to take my arm to go with when the thug stepped forward, “Sorry Rauul she isn’t allowed to be in there for the first part of the meeting, she will be brought in after we discuss some items of concern. No one will touch her as long as she listens to suggestions though.” He said with the slightest smirk. I had a feeling some guys are about to be in pain.

“May I kiss her before we go in?” Rauul asked.

“Of course, she is your wife.” the thug replied sarcastically.

Rauul stepped close and kissed me slipping a small knife into my bra through the shoulder area. I kissed back as a thank you, then he stepped back and walked to the study room. The thug motioned me the opposite direction to a den-like room off to the left under the stairs. Once in the room, he motioned for me to sit down on the couch, so I did. He came over and stood behind me, which has me very nervous.

“Would you care to sit while we wait, it isn’t polite to stand over one’s shoulder.” I casually mentioned making it clear I didn’t like him standing back there. He didn’t move or say anything, so after a minute I started to stand up to move. He reached up and pulled me back to the seat, at that moment I said, “Get your hands off of me.” He took his hands off my shoulders long enough to grab a chain that he quickly swung around my neck and pulled back with both hands pinning me to the back of the couch trying to control my breathing and catch a breath.

“You are going to listen Señora and listen well. We played the games long enough to get you here, now you and Rauul are on our turf and you will do as you are told. You will do what I want or you will get hurt understood?” I nodded as I was unable to talk at this moment. He loosened the chain some but kept me pinned back for a few moments longer. When he moved his hands moving the chain away from me and sat it on the table behind the couch, I moved my hands to feel and rub my neck where the chain had been, also in the process retrieving the knife from my bra and then moving my hand to my side to hide it out of sight. He came around to squat in front of me and place a hand on either side of me and leaned in. “For the moment you are mine and you will do as I say, or you will get hurt Señora. You are in my house and you will play by my rules.”

“This is your house Señor? Then may I ask who is my husband speaking to if this is your house, the meeting should be with you, no?” I asked in an innocent yet understanding voice.

“This Is my house Señora, the meeting is also with one of the other business partners we will join them as promised in a few minutes but first we have matters to discuss privately.” He said with an evil grin. He started to lean in for a kiss and I pulled the knife from under my leg, and in one quick movement slit his throat. Moving out from under him as he went to grab his throat, I managed to avoid most of the blood as he fell to the floor with a thud. Luckily no one came through the door probably thinking I was the one getting bumped around the room. I quickly looked around the room and saw a door leading out, I carefully and quietly pulled the rug he was laying on more toward the hallway wall and the carefully pushed the couch surprisingly quietly the same direction to block the view of him lying there. I wiped the blood off the knife on the bottom of his suit coat and placed it in my bra where I can access it again quickly. Just as I got up and started to head for the door at the back of the room, the hall door opened and one of the goons stuck his head in, I paused briefly and naturally.

“They are ready for you, Señor.” he said looking around.

I started for the door, slow but natural gate, “He said he will be along in a bit, he has something to attend to, not to disturb him…” The goon nodded and allowed me through, closing the door behind us. They escorted me to the other side of the stairs where the study was and Rauul is waiting. The goons open the door and close it right behind me, I walk in to see Rauul waiting for me impatiently and the Big Boss partner standing there chatting casually. I walked over to Rauul and ask to have a quick word privately. He excused us for a second and stepped aside to speak to me.

“Rauul, the other guy is dead, he tried to choke me from behind with a chain when I didn’t sit still for him, then he came around half pinning me to the couch and trying to kiss and touch me. I slit his throat…. I’m sorry if I have messed anything up or made things worse but I couldn’t let him do that.” I whispered quickly. The look of surprise on Rauul’s face was only momentary as a large grin spread across his face and he kissed me gently on the forehead.

“Come my dear, everything is just fine. Meet Señor Rodriguez, he is the only man that all the little thugs and small timers are afraid of at any time. He says something they all jump. This was a test for you my sweet, Señor Rodriguez wanted to see what you would do in a high-pressure situation. The little punta in the other room is of no consequence.” Rauul said walking me over in front of Rodriguez.

Señor held his hand out requesting my hand, I lifted my hand and allowed him to take it and lay a gentle kiss on top. ”Señora, forgive the situation, the fine details were left to less sophisticated individuals and I apologize for that. I did want to see how you would handle yourself and the situation with Rauul, and I have to say I am impressed. Given your situation you didn’t have to come quietly, you didn’t have to care about what happened to Rauul, and you didn’t have to show me any courtesies, but yet you did. Whatever happened in the other room I cannot say but you are here, and he is not says enough. Many of the men we work with see you as a threat my dear that is why they act as they do when you are around. They see a girl who is not acting like a captive slave as they have seen many before, they see you allowed freedoms, kindness and more than that they do not feel that is how a captive should be treated. Rauul has told me the entire story of how you reacted and behaved since the intrusion in your home. I have to say I am surprised by your actions as well, but I respect your intelligence and instinct to comprehend your situation and make decisions with a very high understanding of the potential consequences of your actions. It would seem you have been in our line of work before the amount of knowledge you seem to have. Hmmm?” he lifted an eyebrow at the end with question.

“No, Señor Rodriguez, I have not been in the life related to your line of work before. I have had a few friends or known people that run in similar or lesser rolls of similar work before and they confided in me various bits of knowledge. I have watched many documentaries, movies and such that contain more truth then they will ever tell anyone. I have common sense and the ability to analyze a situation from multiple viewpoints which allows me the ability to see things differently than most. I may not like the situations I have been put in but I understand the consequences if I behave a certain way or try to run and because of such I have made choices that allow me to stay in a situation though I may not like it is most likely to allow me to have a life which is better than not. I am a quick learner when it comes to difficult situations.” I responded truthfully and respectively.

I felt Rauul come up to stand behind me with his hands on my shoulders, which in this situation made me uncomfortable, but I did my best not to show it. “On your knees my dear,” Rauul said quietly in my ear. I slowly knelt down, very unsure of what is about to happen. Rauul came around and knelt on one knee in front of me, “Cross your arms over your chest, place your forehead on my shoulder and don’t move Amalia.” His words though trying to be reassuring told me I was not going to like what is about to happen, but I don’t have a choice and to stay calm. As I crossed my arms I removed the knife from my shirt on a feeling and handed back to Rauul.

“What is going on Rauul? I don’t like this…” I asked wanting to know if it was time to fight for real. He remained quiet, which really had me worried at the moment.

I could hear Señor Rodriguez moving around the room, I heard a few metal clanking sounds. Suddenly I felt a knife used to cut open the back of my shirt, I froze for a moment then as I felt Rauul grab my arms and hold me tight, as I took a deep breath… The sudden searing pain and burning flesh smell that followed was almost too much, it only lasted a second or two but it was almost too much. I let out a deep breath and wobbled for a moment. When Rauul let go of me to get cloth to clean my shoulder and back from the blood, I dropped to all fours to keep from hitting the floor completely. In the next couple moments, I realized that I had just been branded, I don’t know if it is meant as sign that I am one of them, if it is for intimidation or if it is merely a cattle-like brand because I was and still am a captive…either way I am now permanently marked as theirs. Not knowing if this was all pre-planned or last minute decision without any choice by Rauul is what I really want to know, if I could think straight.

Rauul came over and gently started to clean the area, he didn’t touch the actual burn itself at all, just gently cleaned the skin around it. “You did very well Señora Mendoza, I didn’t expect you to remain silent during that process.” said Señor Rodriguez. I kept focused on the floor, my breathing, and not wanting to come up hurting someone. “To explain my actions, you now have my seal symbol on your shoulder. You do not belong to me in any way, I want to make that clear but as Rauul and I work closely together much of the time and especially after what I have witnessed, heard, and discovered today, I also only want for you to be safe. As it seems many of the street thugs want to cause you and Rauul grief, this mark will be a deterrent for them. For they all know if they mess with my business, what is mine, or anything I say is under my care they will be punished or die as I do not deal lightly with such actions.” he came over to stand in front of me. “May I assist you back up Señora?” he bent down with his hand outstretched and for the sake of face and honor I took his hand and used my other hand to hold my shirt in place covering my chest. Rauul held under my elbow to also assist me back up. I got to my feet, took a breath and kept my head high despite the pain.

“You both are welcome and requested to stay until your home can be repaired and your shoulder heals some before returning to the outside populous. I have some of the best medical staff here if there should be any trouble with the healing process.” said Señor Rodriguez

“Thank you, Señor.” said Rauul. “Which room shall be ours for the time so that I can take Amalia to lay down and rest a bit? It has now been quite an eventful day for her.” Rauul gently placed his arm around my mid back, making sure to avoid the recently branded shoulder. Señor mentioned a room upstairs that is ready for us and escorted us to it, apologizing again for the pain that he caused.

I was able to nod, “Thank you Señor,” We made it up the stairs and to the second room on the right down the hall in the middle. Señor excused himself once we arrived. Rauul walked me in and helped me sit down on the edge of the bed.

“You should lay down and rest my dear, I will bring you up something to eat in a moment if you feel up to eating. I will also have the medical staff come up and look at the mark to ensure that it doesn’t get infected. I did not know that he was going to brand you my dear or I would have told you sooner or refused or something. He had simply told me he would ensure you are not bothered by the rift-rafts again. I thought he was going to maybe place a small tattoo or something of the like after letting us know what first. I am sorry you must endure this pain, it is not my desire to see you in pain like this. I will arrange for the house to be repaired by tomorrow so that we can go back home as soon as possible. Or perhaps I will buy another home and office in a new location so that you are more comfortable. We can discuss such options later once you are feeling better my love.” Rauul was very sincerely sorry that I am now branded, and I believe if we could disappear from all of this here he would to get me away from it all, but I know as well as he does that that isn’t an option. Señor Rodriguez would take it in offense and whether he will say it or not he would retaliate the insult after he so kindly marked me “under his protection” for Rauul’s peace of mind.

Well intended or not branding me was not the best way of handling the situation. I can tell that there is no messing with Señor Rodriguez, only mild ability to negotiate with him, and only ever rarely able to decline an offer by him. He is the top dog or head boss so to speak of the Brazilian underground cartel. The fact that Rauul seems to relatively equal ground with him is amazing, but also means that he must watch his back all the same because someone at Rodriguez’s level doesn’t see people as equals. If someone is close to being considered an equal they do not do business in the same lines or they are liked but also competition, which is not good. I am hoping that Rauul conducts business on different lines of merchandise than Rodriguez for his sake. ‘I will have to ask him about that in private later for my sake.’ I thought to myself.

Chapter 8: Branded

I must have dozed off, because I woke up to my shoulder hurting as I seemed to have rolled onto my back as some point. OWWWW, I thought as I moved and luckily hadn’t stuck to the bed. As I sat up I noticed a nurse sitting near the bottom of the bed watching me. “Can I help you?” I asked her.

She stood up and walked to me, “May I have a look?” she asked. I turned slightly to the left so that she could see my right shoulder. Wearing gloves, she ever so carefully pulled a small piece of cotton off of it which stung. Then she lightly touched it to check any raised areas or ridges. That hurt quite a bit and I inhaled quite quickly at that and winced but still did not scream or yell. She stepped away for a moment and came back with a cream, she carefully rubbed it on. Though the touching hurt, the cream did make the pain ease and all around feel better.

“Thank you, ma’am.” I said trying to sound grateful. She also brought me a shirt that used only one shoulder to hold it up and hooked in the front, so I won’t have to pull it over my head. She assisted me with putting the new shirt on, then left the cream tube with me and left the room. A few minutes later as I am walking around the room and trying to look in the mirror on the far wall to see the mark that is now on my shoulder, Rauul came in the room. He walked over to me and pulled me in gently for a kiss. I allowed him to kiss me, but I didn’t return the kiss or lean into him. To say the least I am pissed at him and Rodriguez for this whole ordeal, I did something earlier I wasn’t even sure I was capable of, although now I know I can do it again if I must. Which does bother me, but I am seeing in the situation I am in things are going to happen that I am not expecting, things will happen against my will, and I have to work with the situation as best as I can. After the kiss Rauul stepped back to look at me, he gave me a sad smile.

“Despite everything that happened yesterday you still look beautiful my dear.” he said trying to make me feel better. “Our home will be finished by lunch so let’s eat something and say our goodbyes to Señor Rodriguez before we leave.” He walked over to the table near the bed and lifted the top off of a breakfast tray I didn’t notice until now, and he motioned for me to come sit and eat. I sighed and walked over to the table. He moved my chair so that I could sit, then carefully assisted with moving it back closer to the table and he took his seat. He offered to feed me a piece of freshly cut banana from the fruit salad which I accepted with a slight grin, then proceeded to feed myself the eggs, sausage, and toast.

Once breakfast was done, I stood up and took the cream over to the mirror to try to rub some more on. Seeing my struggle to reach Rauul came over and offered to put some on for me. I handed him the tube and stayed to where I could watch in the mirror. He was as gentle as he could be, it didn’t hurt as bad as last night or when the nurse was here but still hurt some. He noticed me wince once and kissed the top of my shoulder in response.

He handed me back the tube and with his arm around my waist we left the room and walked down stairs to the study. Rauul stepped inside first to see if Rodriguez is in there, then he gently tugged at my hand to follow him in. “Señor, thank you for your hospitality. Amalia is already feeling better and the house is expected to be repaired by noon. We are going to head back to Salvador, so Amalia can get back to her studies and I can return to work. Thank you for your help and we look forward to our next meeting.” he offered his hand to Señor Rodriguez as we were preparing to leave. Rodriguez took his hand and gave a firm shake, then offered Rauul a cigar. Rauul took the cigar so not to offend Rodriguez.

Just before we turned to leave the nurse came in with a small box. I turned to Rodriguez for explanation, “She is just going to give you a tetanus booster and antibiotic shot so less risk of infection, if you have no objections of course.” He said gesturing to the nurse. I looked at Rauul for any argument, which he had none so I nodded and sat down. The nurse went to my left arm and cleaned it for the Tetanus booster shot, which hurt like a sonofabitch as they usually do. Then she said because she didn’t want to go in my right arm near the burn she suggested my left hip for the antibiotic, I am not sure that seems logical but figured maybe it is just different methods in Brazil, so I allowed it. I pulled my pants down slightly, so she could get to my hip area, and I watched as she used a needle larger than needed for this shot and I noticed it was in a gun-like device instead of a standard syringe. The shot was quick but hurt like hell, she quickly covered the spot with a bandage and said to leave it for 4-6 hours before removing the bandage. She gave me a small script for a painkiller should the shoulder become too painful and recommended if it becomes red or extremely sensitive to touch go to the ER.

“Thank you” I nodded to her and pulled my pants back up. Rauul came over and told Rodriguez goodbye, then we headed for the front door. A car pulled up as we stepped out, Rauul had called one of his guys to come get us this morning. We got in and started driving home. I took a small piece of paper from the door and a pen and wrote a note for Rauul, at this moment I didn’t trust anyone except maybe Rauul and I never fully trusted him to begin with. I handed him the note and he gave me a funny look but took it and opened it without saying a word, “I don’t trust anyone but you. I believe Rodriguez had the nurse place a tracking chip in my hip. The needle was too big and there is no reason to use a device like that for an antibiotic. If possible, we need to remove it asap, I don’t believe all of this is for my protection as much as for his possible benefit. We can talk more at home, I am concerned.” said the note.

Rauul read the note and leaned to kiss me on the cheek, “I agree with your concerns my dear we will talk more at home.” he whispered with the kiss. I smiled with that and left it be for the rest of the ride. I wanted to take a small nap on the ride home but between my shoulder being sore from getting branded and my hip sore from the implanted tracking chip it was difficult getting comfortable. I decided to carefully lay on my right side with my head on Rauul’s leg, he was pleased at my choice and gently stroked my hair and left shoulder for the ride home.

Chapter 9: Escape

When we arrived at the house I sat up and was ready to face the rest of the day and whatever plans needed to be made to get the tracking chip out of my hip. We got out of the car and went into the house Rauul whispered to me as we entered the house, “Get your computer and books and meet me in the bedroom.” He walked off toward the main living room, I went to the den and gathered my things. Luckily with the explosion and construction there was enough dust on the top of my laptop to show no one had touched it while we were gone. One less thing to worry about being hacked or tracked. I wiped it off and packed all my books and such in my briefcase, then headed for the bedroom.

In the bedroom I found Rauul packing a couple suitcases, one for him and one for me. Seeing me enter he told me to get any items from the closet or dressers I wanted or thought I would need in the near future. I quickly grabbed a couple bras, stockings, leggings, dress suits, a casual gown, and a couple pants suits. Once the bags were packed Rauul grabbed the suitcases, I grabbed my briefcase and we went to the back of the closet. In the same area that I had ducked into before to hide behind the shoe wall, Rauul crouched back there and pulled a lever I hadn’t noticed before opening a secret door. We both did a crouch walk through the little door making sure to close and lock it behind us. Then we half crawled through a tunnel that led to the unmarked garage. Rauul opened the trunk of a common looking car and placed the suitcases in. I held onto my briefcase as it not only contained my laptop but also all my papers. We got into the car, Rauul driving of course and he pressed the button to open the garage door. We drove out slow at first to make sure we could make it to the road before his own guards noticed we were gone. Once on the main road, Rauul drove to a private doctor that he knew to have them look at the burn and the possible tracking chip. The doctor said the burn looks like it will heal just fine, to keep using the cream and other than the mark the skin will be fine. The spot on my hip, he traced over it with a device just to see if it registered anything and it did. “Property of Señor Rodriguez, if found please return to blah blah blah address.” was the message attached with this chip.

All I can say is “WoW.” I knew something seemed off about the “antibiotic” shot…my ass. The doctor gave me a local and carefully opened the area with a small incision to remove the chip, then quite nicely stitched up the incision with dissolving stitches for convenience. Once out he cleaned it and gave it to me, I requested a small capsule to put it in and held onto it. Rauul thanked the doctor and paid him and we left. Once back in the car, “How do you want to proceed from here regarding the chip Rauul?” I asked.

“Hang on to it for now my dear. We don’t want Señor Rodriguez knowing we removed it or that we know part of what’s going on just yet. We are going to go purchase a new place for now, one that I can guarantee isn’t bugged. Then we will start planning the next steps, once I know you are safe for now. I know still carrying the tracking device will be a risk but until we have a good plan in place we cannot risk leaving it somewhere just yet. That would cause a massive search and I’m afraid that could end badly for both of us.” at least at this point I can tell he is serious, concerned about me, and honest about the situation.

…a week went by rather quickly, Rauul found a nice small house in Sao Luis so we moved there while keeping under the radar as much as possible. All clothing I am wearing for now whether uncomfortable or not hides my shoulder, Rauul wore casual clothes anytime we left the house. He hasn’t gone anywhere without me at his side to ensure no one is coming to try and take me from him. I took the chip and purchased a locket type necklace to carry it in, I wear the necklace 24/7 to ensure it doesn’t get accidently left in one place. Rauul has spoken to Señor Rodriguez on a few occasions, Rodriguez checking up on me and how well my shoulder is healing, or so he says. Rauul made up a reason as to why we haven’t been home, he wanted a private honeymoon to get away since we didn’t get that months ago. That is why we haven’t been home, and the usual drivers haven’t seen us either. Very smart on his part for the reason for our sudden disappearance, it also proves that Rodriguez has been sending people to check up on us at the house if nothing else for looks. He knows where we are by the tracking device he is just trying to play us.

After a call today with Rodriguez, Rauul decided he has played the game long enough. “We are going to board a cruise ship, you are going to find a place to hide and leave the chip aboard and before it leaves we are going to sneak off and disappear, understood Ninita?” Not sure if I liked the pet name this time but I accept it with the current circumstances.

“Si, Rauul, entiendo.” I replied. He left the bulk of our bags in a car hidden from sight, that much he did alone so that no one would follow him. We took two small fake bags to the cruise liner so that if followed, and we were sure we are being followed it would seem completely legit. We boarded the ship and took the bags to our room, then I went off exploring the ship without Rauul to find somewhere to plant the chip that would not be found or removed anytime soon. I carefully snuck down to the boiler area past security, and found a back corner that no one seems to have visited for a while. I got lucky with a section of the metal that had a small space in it. I removed the chip from the necklace and wedged the capsule it is in into the hole so that it would not easily be seen or easy to remove. Then I carefully worked my way back up to the main deck where I found Rauul waiting. We moved around to the back of the ship and carefully climbed down a rope ladder to the second row of lifeboats, then down another rope ladder to the ocean where he had paid a local to pick us up under the pretense that we were hiding from an overbearing in-law on our honeymoon. The man took us ashore just up the coast and the entire time appeared as just a local fishing boat passing by the cruise ship on its way to dock. We thanked the man and Rauul paid him a tip to keep it all quiet.

Chapter 10: Italy

Rauul rented a local plane to fly us to Mexico City, from there he hired a plane to take us to Germany, and finally he purchased a car and drove us to Catania, Italy. The entire trip from Brazil to Italy took us ten days as Rauul wanted to make sure we had time to rest and the lack of immediate bouncing makes us more difficult to track he says. “Here we should have some space from Rodriguez’s reach and we are close to your passion Egypt so that we can get you access to the tombs if you like.” I was quite surprised and very pleased that not only did he create a large separation from Rodriguez for both of us but he also made a point of getting us close to Egypt so that I can visit the tombs in person. I gave him a big hug and kissed him, a genuine kiss of care and gratitude. Plus being in Italy the language is similar and should not be difficult to pick up so to better blend in.

Rauul purchased us both new phones after he made a few calls and got our new names and paperwork. The paperwork I had will be stored in my briefcase but in a secret compartment, the new IDs will be kept in an easy to reach area. We stopped in a local store to have my computer IP address locked into a device that would continue to create multiple locations from multiple sources making my computer untraceable, so I can finish my finals and get my degree without Rodriguez tracking the laptop. My new name is now Bianca Golino and his is Dante Golino, names to match the area so that we can fit in easier. Dante “Rauul” found a lovely little house in the main part of town, it is very nice and easy to get in and out of from multiple sides if needed.

Knowing the resources that Rauul has is great but that is the one thing I don’t think he may have considered for Rodriguez to be able to track. Rauul made sure everything is always paid in cash, but he must access his funds from a bank or other financial institute which means it can be tracked by someone with enough resources. “Dante, can Rodriguez track us by your bank accounts? Just trying to cover all bases while I am thinking about it… I would prefer to not have to move again in the immediate future. I would like to have some time to enjoy where we are and getting back into a small rhythm together.” I was trying not to overstep my place but I really want to know if we have any more immediate danger to look out for.

“He might my dear, but he would have to have some very skilled hackers. I have always made sure all my money is untraceable, similar to what we did with your laptop. Sending they signals all over the place and never actually ending where I am. We should be secure here for a good long time.” he said with a gentle smile, understanding my worry and frustrations.

Honestly, I am surprised even as his wife that he has gone through so much for me. I agreed to be his wife more as a security arrangement than anything, and for him more just for show. It appears he is actually in love with me though he won’t admit it yet. I must be in partial shock or something because I am starting to really like and rely on him which is something I keep trying to talk myself out of or trying to reason out. I am still his captive for all intents and purposes but he is starting to really treat me like a wife, not a captive.

…for the next week I completed my finals and received my degree paperwork via my computer, the physical copies are going to be forwarded via US direct mail. We enjoyed the sun, water, house and town festivities. My shoulder is practically healed, it still has a few softer spots where the skin is still recovering but overall it is nearly healed and no longer hurts. The stitches in my leg healed after a week.

Dante and I arrived at a town celebration one evening in April I am wearing a green spring dress that covers the back of my shoulder, and Dante dressed in a green silk dress shirt and casual slacks. We started with a light dinner at the outdoor cafe, then walked to town square where everyone is setting up for an evening of dancing and drinking. Dante ordered both of us a glass of wine and we sat at the fountain for a bit sipping our wine and watching the others dance. Once finished with our wine, he stood up and took my hand to dance. We danced to two songs very festive, light-hearted songs. Then his phone rang, not the new one, the old one rang with Rodriguez’s ID coming up on it. He stepped into a building quickly and I followed, once inside he answered the phone.

Rodriguez is pissed, he didn’t yell but I can tell by his tone that his is pissed. I didn’t hear the entire conversation but enough to know that Rodriguez had managed to figure out I didn’t have the chip anymore, though he didn’t say it directly. He also knew we are no longer in Brazil or even South America, it did seem he hadn’t quite tracked us down yet, but he is not happy that we just disappeared. Rauul started speaking spanish in a rushed tone, I’m hoping that he is trying to calm the situation down, but as fast as he is talking I still can’t catch it all though I have learned enough Spanish to keep up with business deals when we were at the office and chat with people at the local stores when I get to go out shopping. I started pacing around the room, wondering and worried if we will have to move again or if Rodriguez’s men will happen to show up here and try to take me away.

When Rauul got off the phone he grabbed my shoulders, spun me around to face him, then pulled me in for a big embrace and kiss. I tried to fight back but could not, his strength now out matched mine and I almost didn’t want to fight his kiss. “cálmate mi amor, calm down my love. Yes, Rodriguez is upset and yes, he knows we removed the tracker, but like I told him it was not his place to force a tracker on you. If I am that worried about your safety I will talk with you about it and we will do it knowingly. Secondly, he doesn’t yet know where we are, but it seems he is closer than I expected already. No, Ninita we are not moving. I do not plan to make you move again unless you want to or unless it becomes too dangerous.” he said trying to get me relaxed again.

“Let’s go home,” he said, put his arm around me and we walked back home. The festival was still in full effect but at this point I have lost interest. Walking up to the house, we entered in the back door locking it behind us. Once inside he switched attitude on me, “Kneel.” that’s all he said and a second later I dropped to my knees hands on my thighs. He grabbed my hair pulling my head back, “tonight you are my sex toy understand Ninita?”

“Si Señor, I am your sex toy tonight.” I responded a bit shocked at the sudden change. I do not want to be a sex toy but at the same time the heavy-handed domination might be just what I need to take my mind off everything else tonight.

“Get to the bedroom, strip and kneel at the bottom of the bed, hands on your head and wait for me. I will be in shortly and if I don’t find you in that position there will be consequences, understood?” at that moment he didn’t expect a response so when he released my hair I stood up and went to the bedroom. In the bedroom I removed the dress and left it at the door, then went to the end of the bed and knelt placing my hands on my head as instructed. I waited for Rauul to come in…

Over an hour later he comes in with a large bag and places it on the chair at the small table in the bedroom. He walked over to me, “Good girl, ninita. I wasn’t sure if you could hold out until I returned.” He walked over to the bag and pulled out a leather collar with a metal ring on it. He came back over placing it around my neck and latching it into place, then he walked back over to the bag pulling out wrist and ankle cuffs. When he returned to where I am waiting he placed the wrist and ankle cuffs on me without me moving from my position. “Get on the bed on all fours.” I stood up and crawled up onto the bed and stayed on all fours as instructed. He followed with ropes that he attached to the metal ring on each wrist and each ankle then wrapping them around the bed posts and leaving where he can easily reach if on the bed.

“Don’t move ninita,” was the warning, then came the lashes. He is flogging me repeatedly and without caution. The lashings came hard and fast, I remained in place and held my tears and cries as long as I could. After about two minutes I couldn’t hold it back any longer and I began to cry out when they hurt most, and the tears were flowing as well. At that point he stopped the lashings, then he pulled the ropes on my wrists, forcing my arms apart and flat on the bed and causing me to go face first onto the bed ass in the air. Still, other than him moving me I have not moved, though it has not been easy.

Rauul went to the bag again and returned to the bed. He dripped something cold on my ass, then I felt him rubbing something in the wetness. Next thing I feel is a butt plug going in my ass, not too big until I start to feel a pressure…. It is an inflatable plug. He increases the size about three times what it started, and the pressure is very intense. Then he walks around to my face, “Open your mouth,” I obeyed, and he placed a bit in my mouth, laying the chain onto my back. “You are not to cum until I say you can, nod if you understand.”

I nodded. Hell, at this point that will be near impossible but I will try for him. He placed two fingers in my pussy and already he could feel how wet I am becoming, and how easily his touch at this moment has nearly sent me over the edge already. “Hmmm, you are very wet ninita but you better not cum yet.” he said as he pushed and pulled his fingers in and out of my pussy over and over again, curling every third entry or so to tease the g-spot. Next, I realized he is kneeling behind me, grabbing the reign to the bit and placing a hand on my ass. With his free hand he gave my left ass cheek a good SMACK, then switched hands and SMACK’d the right side. After a few more smacks to each ass cheek, Rauul took a hand and guided his rock-hard cock into my pussy as the plug made it difficult for him to enter without a little help. His cock slid in easy but still stretched my pussy some with the added size of the plug pushing from the backside. I moaned as he got into position, I am already ready to cum but he said I couldn’t yet.

Rauul began to pump in and out, slowly at first, then as he, started to increase his speed he pulled back on the reigns which caused my head to raise and pull me back toward him. As I came close to climax, he reminded me with a quick tug on the reigns and a SMACK on the ass that I am not allowed to cum. I held back, trying to make my pussy squeeze tight and hold. He slowed down for a few seconds then sped up again which of course only increased my want and need to cum, and again as I came close to climax he slowed down again this time almost to a halt. This time he did decide to stop, he slowly pulled out, released the air pressure in the plug and removed it, then he pulled my legs off the back of the bed so that my toes are barely touching the floor, he quickly rerouted the ropes to my wrists to go to one specific bedpost and picked the reigns back up. He positioned behind me and pushing my top down on the bed, then he shoved his big hard cock into my pussy causing me to jump a bit. He kept me in place with the reigns, and proceeded to pound my pussy with his full weight and strength behind each thrust. I moaned, kind of yelled, and did everything I could to try not to cum before given permission. At the point that he came, I wasn’t thinking at that moment and I did also. He quickly reminded me of the fact that I disobeyed by spanking me six times with his belt. He then fucked me in the ass until he came, again in my pussy until he came and after a brief cleanup he removed the bit, had me on my knees and made me suck his cock until he came. All a show of domination and release of his worry and frustration too from the call earlier.