Heartbreak

[Shroud]

The warm tropical air filled my nostrils as I walked up the hill to the cottage, carrying my bag from the market. I preferred to walk even though I had a car in the garage... it helped me to keep a lower profile, which was a good idea in the part of the world. Don't get me wrong, I had spent time in the more touristy places of Mexico, but I really couldn't stand it most of the time. All those college kids, getting wasted on Bud Light and acting like idiots. I liked it quiet, that's why I picked this place. Far enough out of town that no one bothered you, the locals were friendly enough, and it was well out of the way of any tourist traps. I reached the front door and checked over my shoulder one last time as I slid my sunglasses up onto my shaved head, just to be sure I wasn't followed, before opening it and stepping inside.

Something isn't right.

The HK USP concealed at my hip was already in my hand as I step to the side, partially crouched by the wall as I listened carefully. I had no idea when I drew it, it happened on its own, a motion drilled into my muscle memory from thousands of repetitions. The neutral temperature of the polymer grip filled my hand perfectly, just like a comforting touch from an old friend.

There was no sound. I actually relaxed a moment, thinking it was just in my head, trying to replay the last few moments and remember what it was that set me off. It's a weird feeling, something I find nearly impossible to describe, actually. Some people call it a sixth sense, or intuition, or a gut feeling. That tiny little voice in the back of your head that sees, or hears, or smells, or feels something out of place, something isn't right, and that voice is rarely wrong, if you'll only listen to it.

I walked carefully into the kitchen, still on edge, every sense tuned, when I saw it... a shadow. Someone was hiding behind the couch. A small figure, hiding, hoping I didn't see them so they could sneak by me... a thief.

I snarled and rushed around the counter, reaching out and finding a handful of something, clothing, hair perhaps, and yanking hard, throwing them onto the tile kitchen floor. The handgun snapped up between us, the front sight leveling with the rear as they lined up on the person's body, when I realized it. It was a young woman.

I sighed, lowering the gun and looking around me, positioning my back to the wall as I moved around her. I looked down at her shaking body for a moment, eyes full of fear, before holstering my pistol. Her clothing was old and dirty, rags really, her dark brown hair tangled and messy. Her tiny frame betrayed that she probably hadn't had a proper meal for a long time. She was clearly not threat to me. But was she alone? I looked around the room again.

“Quién más está contigo?” My Spanish sucks. I grabbed her by her dark hair, picked her up, and slammed her against the counter. “Who else is here?”

She shook her head at me in terror, speaking with a thick accent. “N... no... I... alone. No one else.” I dragged her behind me, pulling a pair of handcuffs from my bag near the door and cuffing her to a metal rack in the kitchen. I left her there while I cleared the rest of the house, also finding her entry point... a tiny unlocked window that she opened and squeezed through. She had told the truth... she was alone. She'd probably watched me for a while, waited for me to leave and then broke in to search for food, or money, or something valuable. That wouldn't go unpunished.

I walked back to the kitchen, stepping close to her young, slender body and grabbing her by the chin to force her to look me in the eye. “You trying to steal from me? Huh?” She yelped sharply as my open hand harshly met the side of her face, tears welling up in her eyes as she trembled. “You think you can just come in here and take what you want? Well you're going to pay for that, right now.”

I removed the handcuffs that held her to the rack and pushed her back into the counter, watching her spin around and try to run past me towards the door. I reached out and grabbed her, getting a fistful of her raggedy clothing and angrily yanking her back toward me, her shirt ripping open in the process. My other hand found her throat as I slammed her back against the counter, hearing her cry out in fear and pain, both of her little hands wrapping around my wrist to try to pull it away, pushing and scratching at me.

“No señor, por favor, no...”

I slapped her again, harder this time, snarling into her face. “English. If you're going to beg me, at least do it in my language.”

“P... please... sir, please do... not hurt me...”

“Aaaawwwww.” I kissed her softly on the lips, feeling her body stiffen in protest as her eyes widened, little whimpers coming out of her nose. “Sorry, but yes, I am going to hurt you.”

Tears filled her dark brown eyes and began to run down the soft, tan skin of her cheeks as she uselessly pushed and scratched at me, her screams of terror growing louder and more desperate as I tore her clothing open and shredded each piece one at a time. I didn't bother trying to stop her from screaming, no one would hear her out here, and even if they did, I knew they wouldn't do anything about it. Finally I ripped the last piece off of her, a worn pair of white cotton panties, and pushed her down into a heap on the tile. I began to undress.

Her small, slender body shook uncontrollably as she accepted her fate, she knew all to well that she could never outrun me, and besides, where would she go for help? She continued sobbing loudly as she saw me stripping my clothes off, trying to somehow maintain her decency by covering her naked breasts and her untrimmed pussy with her hands. “Sen... sir... please... let me... go...”

I looked down as I stood over her, only smiling at her tender cries as my thumbs slipped inside the waistband of my boxers and I began sliding them down, watching her turn and try to crawl away as my hard erection came into her view. “Where you going? Hmmmm?” I pushed her back down as she tried to get to her feet, and then grabbed her by the ankles and began pulling her back into the kitchen. Her fingernails scraped the floor and she screamed as I dragged her, her naked body sliding along the floor.

My fingers slid into the tangled mess of hair as I yanked her up to her feet, turning her around toward me and violently grabbing her face under the chin. She slapped at me wildly while I reached down and forced her legs apart, finding her tight, narrow slit with the tip of my cock as she squirmed and fought, succeeding in stopping me for a moment before I picked her up and forcefully set her ass down on the counter. She yelped sharply as I slammed her into place, and then without giving her a moment to recover I grabbed her behind each knee and yanked her body close to mine, finding the opening between the ungroomed lips of her pussy and forcing myself into her body.

She screamed out and the tears began to gush like a torrent, her crying turning into a frantic, high-pitched sob as I violated her, forcing her young, tight vagina open with my hard shaft, raping her mercilessly despite her lack of lubrication and the discomfort that it even caused me. I grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them behind her, pulling them against her lower back and forcing her body closer to me so my cock could penetrate her deeper, my thrusts finally beginning to slide easily as her pussy raced to protect itself with a slow, steady offering of slippery wetness. My hands roamed over her body, grabbing and squeezing her firm, perky breasts, pinching her nipples, just to hear her scream louder between the sobs as I raped her.

My mouth turned into an angry snarl as I picked up speed, growling into her face each time I thrusted deeper, I grabbed her head with both hands and held it still so that I could look into her petrified eyes while I took what I wanted, used her body for my pleasure. Her tight, young pussy felt so incredible, wrapped tightly around my cock and twitching at the violent assault on it, the pleasure pushing me closer and closer and until finally a long, slow groan pushed its way through my teeth, my throbbing cock flexing hard inside her as I shot a thick hot load of cum into her.

Her sobbing picked up again as she felt my cum invading her body, perhaps from the thought of what it could do inside her fertile womb, or perhaps out of relief that I was finally finished raping her and perhaps now it would be over. My forehead rested against hers as I came, my hot breath against her lips while I still held her head tightly in my grip, until I collapsed against her and finally stopped thrusting. My face pressed against hers while I took several long breaths through my nose, recovering.

I let her go and pulled out, my cock wet and glistening with a mix of her wetness and my own cum. I pulled her off the counter and tossed her onto the floor, watching her ball up as she cried softly. She finally started reaching out and touching the torn remnants of the clothing she had been wearing, realizing as each moment passed that there was no way they could ever be used again.

I watched her the whole time, thinking about what to do with her, considering her situation. “Are you hungry?”

She looked up at me, her eyes darting around the room as if I was setting a trap. Clearly she was confused. “Well? I said, are... you... hungry?”

“Si... ah... Yes? Yes sir I am.”

“Mmmm. Well you're a filthy mess. Let's get you cleaned up, and then you can have something to eat.” I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet, turning and marching to the shower without pausing as she resisted me slightly. Part of her wanted to run, escape, even in her vulnerable nakedness. But there was something else that she saw, just a glimpse, or a glimmer, in my eyes. Kindness, perhaps.

I turned on the water, setting the faucets so that it was luke-warm, more than comfortable in the humid tropical air, before dragging her inside behind me. The water sprayed over us and ran down our naked bodies, soaking her dark hair that partially shrouded her face. Her eyes stared blankly at the wall, not moving, as if her mind had temporarily disconnected from her body for a moment. I looked down at her and then stepped out of the shower, searching for a few things as the water dripped off my body onto the floor.

There were a few items I knew were in here, but I never needed myself... a brush would have been good, but I only located a comb. And shampoo... something I surely didn't use. I stepped back into the water with them in my hands, noting that her eyes had found life again, moving around blankly before looking up at me, wondering what I was doing, and why. I turned her body away from me roughly and sat on the bench behind her, going to work on the tangled mess on her head.

Twenty minutes later I finally had it straightened out. Working slowly from the bottom up with the comb, taking out all of the snags, and washing her hair several times, it finally hung from her head, straight and clean. Next her body, with a soapy sponge, scrubbing her carefully from head to toe. I noticed a number of times that she would start to sob, covering her face with her hands, before getting control again and wiping her tears away. I just ignored it.

One last thing. I reached out of the shower again, grabbing the waterproof electric shaver I used, and knelt down in front of her, spreading her legs out wide. She tensed her body and resisted me at first, and then gave up, looking away as I shaved her pussy until it was perfectly smooth. I had thrown caution to the wind earlier when I raped her, but as I cleaned her up and got a closer look, I was relieved to see that she appeared to be clean and healthy.

I pulled her out of the shower and dried her off, covering every inch of her body with my hands as I went, like she was a piece of property that I owned. I wanted her to know that I could do anything I wanted to her, and I thought that the lesson was sinking in, as she had stopped fighting me and lifted her arms or moved around however I asked her to.

Finally I stepped back to see my work was finished. She was a very pretty girl, probably 19 or so, petite and definitely underweight, delicate, with eyes that you could get lost in if you weren't careful. I turned and walked away, stopping in the bedroom to dress and grab a long-sleeve button-down shirt, and went to the kitchen. She followed, her hands together in front of her body as she looked at the floor. She had stopped crying a while ago now, and still said nothing.

I tossed the shirt to her, watching her put it on, and I couldn't help but chuckle. The shirt was tailored to fit over my thick, muscular chest, and it dwarfed her tiny body as she tried to wear it. The tail of the shirt easily reached down past her ass. I turned and grabbed the groceries that I had dropped at the door and dumped them onto the counter, the makings of tamales and flautas pouring out. I preferred to eat like the locals, even if it wasn't my first choice, it made getting fresh food easier.

I turned to her. “What's your name?”

Her voice was tiny and quiet, barely audible. “Maria.”

Typical name for a Mexican girl. I pointed to the raw foods laid out on the kitchen counter, the same one I had raped her on not long before. “You know how?”

Her eyes scanned the ingredients before they met mine. “Yes.”

I motioned to them and walked away, moving to the lounge which was open to the kitchen and sitting down. I reached under the couch and pulled a laptop out, tapping away at the keys and only watching Maria out of the corner of my eye.

For several minutes she just stood there, frozen in place, looking at the door, then at me, then at the food on the table. She was hungry... so hungry. But she should run. Run away, while he's not so close to stop her, run away and never stop. She shivered, thinking of the hunger she felt. She hugged herself for a moment, her fingers brushing across her smooth, warm, clean skin. She even smelled clean. The way he had washed her body, groomed her so gently... No, she should go.

Maria walked to the door and reached down, touching the handle. She would look ridiculous running down the street in nothing but this oversized shirt. Her eyes turned back to the food on the counter, as she wiped a tear away, furious with herself for getting into such a situation. Her hand left the door handle and fell to her side, and she walked to the counter instead, touching the paper covering the tortillas, still slightly warm from the market. She pulled one out and rolled it up, scarfing it down quickly. Then another. She swallowed the last bite, looking down at the familiar items before her. Then she went to work.

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I let my gaze focus on Maria as I heard food being scraped from a pan. She walked to the small table between the kitchen counter and the lounge, placing two plates containing perfectly made tamales onto it. Then she sat down and waited, her hands in her lap, not lifting her eyes from the setting in front of her. I walked to the table and sat down without a word, watching her wipe a tear away as her rapist joined her to eat the food she had just willingly prepared for him. I had kept an eye on things in the kitchen to make certain that she didn't try anything funny, and I was starving. I dove in. She did the same.

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I finished the plate, getting up and moving back to my work on the laptop. She had finished before me, ravenous from not having had a genuine hot meal in who knows how long. I wondered what her story was, what circumstances had driven her to be on the run, fending for herself in a hostile world. But I said nothing. I figured she would leave now, having gotten what she had come for. She stood up and gathered the dishes, walking back into the kitchen and cleaning each one carefully in the sink. She clearly had worked in some kind of kitchen before, judging by the skill that she had prepared our dinner. Or perhaps she had been taught by her mother.

The lid of the laptop clicked as I closed it and set it aside. It was getting dark outside, and I was ready to relax. I pulled a DVD out of an envelope and slid it into the player, pressed play, and went back to the couch. The previews danced across the screen as I sat back and got comfortable.

Maria walked around the counter, her job complete, and stared at the floor for a moment. She was obviously exhausted, probably in part from being on the run, and in part from trying to stop me from raping her. She was clean, and warm, and dry, and had a belly full of food. The thought of asking to stay, being with the man who had just violated her, seemed crazy. The mixed feelings and emotions rushed around in her mind like a whirlwind, confusing her more and more until a single motion cleared her mind.

Never moving my eyes from the television in front of me, I pointed at the floor next to my feet. She swallowed, then stepped forward and knelt down on the rug, leaning against the couch close enough that her shoulder rested against my leg. Her eyes lifted to the movie playing. Through the insanity of it all, for the first time in a long time, as crazy at it seemed, she felt... safe.

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I listened to Maria's soft, sweet breathing for a long time, the black screen having shown the final credits long ago. I wasn't quite sure of what to make of her, really. But I knew one thing. I needed to go to bed. Before that, there was something I wanted, and she had it. I stood up, Maria waking as the support of my leg left, and she looked around wildly for a moment trying to figure out where she was. She calmed down as she remembered, and looked up at me. I didn't have to say a word, and I didn't. She only scowled and looked at the floor, too tired to put up a fight.

I picked her up and up led her by the hand to my bed, laying her back and unbuttoning the shirt that covered her body. She turned her head to the side and stared at the wall, tears forming in her eyes as she began to sob silently. I finished exposing her and then pulled my hard cock out, spreading her legs out wide and taking in the sight of her clean, freshly shaved pussy. It was perfect, tight and young, the pink inner lips of her vulva barely peeking out. I bent down and slid my tongue over her slit to wet her slightly, feeling her jump at the sensation, then as my tongue penetrated her deeper, hearing her gasp and one of her hands grabbed and squeezed the bedsheets. She turned her head further away, one hand covering her mouth to muffle her sobbing as it grew louder. I wondered if she had ever had a man's tongue inside her before.

I moved up her body, pausing to enjoy each of her delicious nipples before finding her opening with my shaft and sliding inside her, raping her much more gently than before. The first time was punishment, making her pay for doing wrong, this time, I just wanted to fuck her. There wasn't any need to hurt her.

She kept her face turned away the entire time, sobbing still but quieter, wiping away her tears as if she thought me seeing them would make me angry. I actually loved listening to her crying, so soft and sweet, it made my cock throb to watch her give up resisting and let me rape her, spread her legs for me and let me pleasure myself with her body. The thought of it made my heart race, and I went over the edge again, thrusting hard and deep as I came inside her a second time, before collapsing onto her body, supporting myself just enough not to crush her.

I breathed deeply in her ear for several minutes, letting myself recover slowly, enjoying the feel of her sexy body underneath me, before finally pulling out and getting up. I picked her up in my arms and carried her out of the bedroom, laying her down on the couch, and tossed a thin blanket to her. I turned back to my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me so I could retire in peace. She'd be gone by morning.

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I stared at the ceiling for a few moments, letting the fog clear from my eyes, the warm morning sun pouring into the room, the light tropical breeze brushing against my skin. The morning smelled fresh, and clean, and of melted butter and bell peppers.

Melted butter and bell peppers?

I sat up abruptly, my feet touching the woven rug, the events of the day before flashing through my head. She hadn't left? I blinked a few times again and stood up, finding a black sweatshirt and pulling it over my body, nothing else but a short pair of short grey boxers covering my body. I unlocked and opened the bedroom door, walking into the kitchen and getting hit fully in the face with the smell of eggs and peppers cooking. Maria turned around, dropping the spatula in her hand and gasping as I startled her. Her eyes fell to the floor and she held her hands together, low in front of her body, as if in fear at how I would react at finding her here.

I looked around for a moment, at the food and utensils spread about the counter, before pointing to the frying pan behind her, which had begun to smoke a little too much. She saw my movement and went back to it, pulling a new spatula from the kitchen drawer. I walked around the counter and sat at one of the bar stools, looking at her quizzically. I hadn't expected to see her again. Perhaps she just wanted another meal before she left.

She paused for a moment to pull the simmering percolator off the stove, pouring hot coffee into two mugs on the counter. She set it aside and swallowed, picking one up carefully and setting it near me, her eyes never lifting to meet mine. “Here, sir.”

“Patrón.”

She looked up and met my eyes for a brief moment before looking down again. “S... sir?”

“You may call me Patrón, if you wish.” It could be translated a number of ways, but left no question to its meaning.

“Here you are... mi Patrón.” The other cup she pulled close to her lips and sipped slowly, before returning to the cooking food.

I stared for a moment longer before my eyes fell upon the cup of hot coffee before me, my hands slowly drawing it up to my mouth and taking a careful sip. It was perfect. I turned away, getting up and walking through the back door to the garden, sitting down at the patio table as was my morning custom. The gem-like ocean waters were calming to sit and watch from up here.

Maria timidly stepped onto the patio, carrying two plates and the pan of hot eggs and peppers. She set them down on the table and served both from the same pan, before scurrying back inside. A moment later she was back, sitting down again, waiting. Waiting for me. I stroked my chin and watched her for a moment before accepting the food she made, watching her follow my lead without a word.

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She was still cleaning up when there was a knock at the door. Maria froze in place, unsure of what to do. I heard it and walked by her to the foyer, turning back to her and nodding toward the bedroom with my head. She tip-toed out of sight. I checked who it was and then sighed, opening the door. “Good morning señor.” The middle-aged woman smiled up at me, wondering why I wasn't opening the door to let her in.

“Lucia. I forgot that it was Wednesday. Ahhhh... I... I won't be needing your services today. I'm sorry to make you come all this way.”

She smiled again at me sweetly. “Not a problem señor. Have a good day.”

I thanked her and closed the door, turning and making eye contact with Maria as she peaked around the corner. “I don't suppose that you clean, as well, hmmm?”

Her eyes fell to the floor as she reached up and brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Yes.. I can, mi Patrón.”

I walked up close to her body, watching as she flattened it against the wall. “Is that so. And why is it that you're even still here, hmmm?”

She hung her head and her shoulders shook as she began to cry, wiping tears away from her eyes quickly, as if she could hide it from me. “I... I don't know why.”

“You don't know why. Fine. Perhaps eventually you'll be able to tell me. Until then, why don't you maintain your usefulness and clean the house, since I couldn't let my maid in with you lurking about.”

She sighed deeply, as if relieved that I wasn't throwing her out the door. “Yes, mi Patrón.”

---

I found a few more tasks for Maria that day, and she seemed eager to perform them. I only had to correct her a few times... clearly she was no stranger to domestic duties. She stood before me again, awaiting her next assignment. I looked her over, letting my eyes wander over her body. She sighed deeply in defeat, as if she already knew what it was going to be. I stood up and walked past her into the bedroom, undressing myself unceremoniously. She followed me in, watched me for a moment and then removed my shirt from her body, climbing onto the bed and laying on her back, her head turned to the wall again.

I stifled a smile and climbed onto her, moving unchallenged between her thighs as she spread her legs for me, whimpering sharply as I entered her. I wanted to take my time and enjoy myself this time, I had been in much more of a rush before. This afternoon, I had nothing else to do but relax, and enjoying this little plaything seemed like the perfect way to spend it.

For the first time I really slowed down and enjoyed kissing her body, her neck and chin, taking in deep breaths of her lovely scent, moving to her lips, feeling their delicious sensation even though they remained limp as I kissed them, my hands moving down and enjoying her firm, young body. Her pussy grew more and more wet, allowing me to plunge my hardened cock deeper and harder into her, hearing her gentle moans each time I buried it as far as it would go.

I slowed my pace slightly to prolong my pleasure and let my body press against hers, breathing hard into her ear. I had been fucking her steadily for a good thirty minutes, speeding up and slowing down as I needed, until finally it was time again. I sped up a little bit, thrusting deep and regular, my breaths and groans growing more distinct, when suddenly one of her hands lifted from the side of the bed and grabbed my upper arm, squeezing it tightly. I looked over at it in surprise, her tender touch sending me over edge. I came inside her again, looking down at her hand touching me, the first time she ever touched me intentionally, sweetly, that way.

I slid out and fell onto the bed beside her, catching my breath as she wiped a single tear away and got up, walking into the bathroom. A few minutes later she returned, sitting down on the side of the bed naked. I watched her for a moment, her soft shoulders moving up and down as she breathed.

“Siesta?”

She turned her head toward me for a moment, and then touching the thin, white down comforter with her fingertips, letting them slide across it, she laid down on her side, a foot or two away from me on the king-sized bed. I waited a moment and then she scooted herself backwards so that she was a little closer. Again, a little more. And again, until finally, she was close enough that the warmth of my skin radiated onto hers. I slid one arm under her head and pulled her the rest of the way to me, wrapping my other arm around her and holding her close. She began to cry, softly and silently, given away by her body barely shaking. I wanted my arms around her as I slept, more than anything else, so that she wouldn't slip away as I rested and do something unwise.

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I took her again that night, before it was time for bed. As we laid next to one another I thought about how each time it was getting easier for her, how she was slowly reacting to me more and more. How much I was enjoying having her body to play with, but more than that... I wanted to feel her in my arms. I hadn't had a woman sleep in my bed with me since I lost... her... years ago.

Maria's breathing grew soft and regular and she fell asleep, exhausted from the tasks of the day and the stress put upon her. I thought for a while about what to do. She hadn't fully earned my trust, I couldn't have her unrestrained in my bedroom while I slept. I should put her back out on the couch and sleep alone. Still..

I got up and walked to the kitchen, finding the handcuffs in my bug-out bag, and returned to the bedroom. I cuffed one to the thick wooden rung of the headboard and the other to one of Maria's wrists. She awoke for a moment, her eyes falling upon it, and blinked a few times as she knew that meant she'd be stuck there for the rest of the night. Her eyes closed and she fell back asleep. That was the first night that she spent with me.

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[Shroud]

Maria fell into a regular routine as the week went on, taking care of the cooking, cleaning, and even things like the laundry, without ever a complaint or really much of a word at all. When her chores were done, and I was satisfied from using her body, I'd allow her to relax and watch the television, or read from my library, watching sometimes in amusement as she rapidly went back and forth between the words on the page and a Spanish/English dictionary that she kept close by.

In the evening I normally would find myself relaxing in the lounge, reading or watching a movie, and she always took the spot on the floor at my feet, without any prompting on my part. That's where I was, reading, when it happened.

She was sitting on the floor in her usual spot, reading a novel, when she set the book aside and began to stare off into space. It wasn't unusual, and it's something I often did myself as I pondered what I read or found myself lost in my own thoughts. Then she turned to me, those deep brown eyes sliding, slowly, up my body and looking briefly into my eyes before dropping down again. Her hand... reached out, touched the inside of my ankle, and slid up, slowly and with unmistakable intent, to my knee, a few inches up my thigh, then back down where her hand gripped my jeans tightly. My cock swelled.

I could see her body was shaking, trembling, but not out of fear this time, this was... something else. Excitement. She swallowed hard, still not moving her eyes from the floor as she clung to me, her breathing growing deep and labored. I took in every detail for a moment, the sight of her opening that part of her to me, her sweet scent, the lovely subtle sounds that she made, before I reached out and stroked the side of her face with the backside of my hand, softly and slowly, watching as her eyes closed at the contact and her lips parted, making the sound of a tiny gasp.

I stood up and took her by the hand, leading her to the bedroom as I had several times a day for the past week, but I knew this time was different. It was she followed me, not reluctant, knowing she was about to be used for her body, but with a spring in her step, almost like she was skipping. I think she even let out a tiny giggle as she hopped onto the bed and turned around to face me.

I couldn't control myself any longer. I pounced on her, pushing her down into the bed, and ripped open the shirt that she was wearing, hearing her shriek in delight. My hand grabbed her by the chin, guiding her mouth to my lips, kissing her deeply and passionately, feeling her return my kiss with abandon, her hands wrapping around my head and pulling me tighter to her, clawing at me lustfully. My mouth traveled down her body like that of a hungry animal devouring its prey, kissing and gently biting her flesh, each time a moan or gasp leaving her mouth as her back arched and her body squirmed under me, until I found myself between her legs, taking in that delicious scent of a woman, plunging my tongue into her body.

She was soaked.

She had started to get wet, times before, as she got more comfortable with me having my way with her, but never was it like this. She was so incredibly drenched in her own lubricant that she was actually leaking onto the bed, making a small wet mark between her legs on the down comforter. I looked down at it for a moment, realizing for the first time how horny this girl really was, and then lust took over again. I took two fingers and easily slid them all the way up inside her, a loud gasp escaping as she squirmed some more, and then as I added my tongue to it, swirling it slowly around her clit, I felt one of her hands reach down and grab my head, pulling it tighter to her as the other grabbed a handful of the blanket and pulled at it violently.

I had enjoyed her taste several times, but it was always for my own amusement or to wet her for my cock to penetrate her more easily, but this time I was enjoying the reactions of her body too much, and I kept at what I was doing. It didn't take but a few moments longer, as the most indescribable series of screams and moans and shrieks of pleasure left her mouth, such volume I never thought possible from such a small person. Her pussy began to twitch, her body shaking and rocking back and forth as she bucked her pelvis wildly, and then the twitching changed into a full spasm as the orgasm rocked her body, her legs kicking as she squealed like a wild animal, each contraction of her vagina squeezing down hard on my fingers.

At long last her body went limp, both hands falling to her sides as one leg slid straight and the other folded over it, little moans filling the room. I wanted to look at her forever that way, so peaceful and satiated, but I was insane with lust over her and couldn't stop myself. She gasped loudly and her eyes shot wide open again, looking deep into mine as my cock slide balls-deep into her dripping wet hole. She'd never looked at me that long, that fearlessly, until that moment as I thrusted deeper into her, feeling the nails of her fingers digging slightly into my back as she moaned and gasped with a wide-open mouth, the passion filling her eyes as they rolled back uncontrollably.

I'll never know how many times she came that night, I lost count and I'm certain she did too. Every time she went over the edge it only made me want her more, made me go mad with passion, every reaction of her body making me harder, making my thrusts firmer, filling me with energy and lust for her. I felt like days had gone by, though it was only the wee hours of the morning when she said it. “P... please... mi Patrón, please no more... it... it is too much... I can't... I can't have another...”

I laughed gently at her and complied, switching my thrusting from what I knew, at this point, was exactly what she needed, to what would get me off the quickest. I let myself go now, got lost in my own pleasure, fucking her fast and hard with the full length of my cock, letting her know loudly with groans and growls just how good it felt.

She gasped again as her eyes widened, trying to take in every detail of my pleasure, when they started to glaze over again. “Okay... okay... may.... maybe I can have another.... ooooh.... OOOOHHHH...” My body shuddered as I came inside her, feeling the pulsations of her orgasm mixing with my own, our moans and words of passion filling the night air, collapsing into one sweaty, exhausted heap as we finished.

That night, there were no handcuffs keeping her secured to the bed. She slept in my arms, content and safe in my arms. She could have gotten up in the night, found my pistol, shot me in my sleep. I wouldn't have cared.

---

I found myself enjoying having Maria around more and more as the weeks went on. I required her to speak English with me, and gradually, with my help, it greatly improved. She was so well-behaved, so grateful for my shelter and protection, and very rarely gave me any trouble. There was only this one time, when she was having a difficult day, and she snapped at me. I don't recall exactly what was said, but as soon as it happened she bowed her head, clasping her hands in front of her as she often did and spoke quietly and softly. “I am sorry, mi Patrón. Very sorry, please forgive me...”

I stared at her for a few moments, knowing full well that I could not allow such a transgression to pass without correction. “I see, little one. Very well, I will forgive you, but you will still face punishment for this.” She wiped a tear away and nodded eagerly, as if anxious to pay her recompense.

I unbuckled my belt and slid it out, holding it up for her to see, watching as she began to tremble. I then took her by the wrist and turned her around, bending her over the kitchen counter and lifting up the skirt that I had bought for her, displaying her bare, tan ass. She wore no panties, as she had been told. “There will be ten. Count out loud for me.”

She sniffled as she gripped the far edge of the counter, bracing herself. “Yes, mi Patrón.”

The loud crack of leather against skin broke the quiet in the room, a short, sharp scream leaving her mouth followed by several rapid pants as she fought to control her breathing, before answering. “One, sir.”

She counted each strike, her body jumping violently at each one, the delicious sounds of her shrieks and cries filling the room, until she reached ten, and slid off the counter to the floor to cry to herself quietly. “I.... I'm sorry, mi Patrón... please... please forgive me.”

I hung the belt on a hook next to the bedroom door, planning on leaving it there for a week or so as a gentle reminder for her to respect her master. “Ask me again in the morning, and it will be forgotten.” That night she slept on the rug, on the floor next to my bed.

---

Maria gained my trust to the point where I would send her to the market with money to buy our goods and groceries. She blended in perfectly and it helped me stay under the radar, plus it was one less task for me to take care of in the day. From time to time I would reward her by giving her little just for herself, to buy a treat or something she liked.

Today, however, I was at the market alone.

I had already gotten what I needed and was just browsing some of the artisan's stands when I saw it. It's hard to say what struck me about it, or why I even thought of using it this way, but I found myself strangely fascinated by the thought.

It was a finely crafted, horsehide leather collar.

I picked it up and felt it, rubbing the soft leather between my fingers, touching the metal ring attached to the front of it. I looked at the wiry man behind the booth, bartered with him for a moment, and took it home. I set it in a drawer in the bedroom, shaking my head at myself. It was a crazy idea anyway.

---

The warm tropical breeze caressed our faces as we laid in the shade together on the patio, her head and part of her upper body resting on my chest. I recall it was a Sunday, we had slept in, had a late breakfast, and I planned on doing as little as possible all day long. So far, it was a success. My hand rested on her head, and from time to time I would stroke her brown hair gently, watching her pretty smile spread across her face.

I breathed slowly and deeply as I looked down at her, a heavy but not unfamiliar weight growing inside my chest... I hadn't felt that for a very, very long time. And why would I feel it for her? Because she chose to stay even after what I did? Because she chose to serve and obey me? Because of her soft, gentle spirit that made me feel a peace I hadn't known in... such a long time? I suppose so.

“Why did you stay?”

Her eyes opened as she looked me quizzically. “Mi Patrón?”

“Why... did you stay? After that first day.”

She rolled off of me and onto her side, looking away, into the vast ocean laid out before us. She was thinking, I could tell, by listening to her breathing, her gently sighing as she let herself remember, prepared to share it with me. She finally spoke, her voice quiet and sweet, still thick with her accent.

“My padre... was a farmer. One day, the cartels came. Said that they owned this land and from now on he would work for them, grow what they told him. He refused.”

She paused for a moment and held a hand over her face, then rolled over again to me, buried her face in my chest.

“That night, the men came. Kill my... padre, and... my madre. I hide, but... they find me too. Put a bag on my head and put me into the trunk of a car. I was in there... for a very long time. When they finally stopped, the men took me out and started talking, what to do with me. I was very, very scared.”

I held her close to me and kept silent, letting her continue.

“One of the men, set his... gun... on the ground, not far from me, he thought I would not know how.... it was... as big as me...” She showed with her hands the length of it, obviously a rifle of one kind or another. “When his back to me, I took it and... I pointed it and...” She indicated with her index finger pulling a trigger. “When the bullets stopped, I turned and ran, as fast as I can, into the forest. I hear one, or two, of the men screaming. Some were chasing me too. I ran and ran, until I could not anymore. I curled up in a hole in the ground and stayed, all night. I had nowhere to go. My family... they...”

Her body shuddered as she began to sob, clutching me tightly, her fingers digging into me as the pain flowed through her, as she let it out while I held her close. I squeezed her tightly and waited. “I'm right here. Take your time.”

After a while her breathing slowed down and she sniffled, wiping her tears away. “I walked until I found a town, and tried to find help. But no one would listen, and when I said that I was hiding from the cartel... No one would help me... I had to sleep anywhere I could, steal food... It was this way for... I do not know how long. Many, many days. I kept walking from place to place, and one day, I saw the house, I looked, in the windows, and could not see anyone. So... I...”

She shrugged and shivered, knowing that I already knew what happened next. “After, when you bathed me, gave me food, I did not know what to do. I had nothing, nowhere to go, I wanted to run away, to be safe, but right there, I felt safer than I had in... I do not know. And I knew that you were a... dangerous man, and if one of the cartel's men found me... you could...” Her voice trailed off as her eyes looked up to mine, questioning.

“Hide you, protect you.”

She nodded. “You pointed at the floor, next to your feet, and my body moved, on its own, sitting down there next to you, and my mind asked what it was doing. But, that night, when you... took me again, it... it was not so bad. And I thought, maybe I would see, how long you would let me stay, until I know what to do.”

She pulled herself up closer to me, kissing me softly on the lips, then pushing her face into my neck, taking in my scent, trying to cover herself in it. “One day, I do not remember, it came into my mind that, I had not thought of what to do next, did not care anymore. I just wanted to be with you.”

I held her tightly, staying quiet for a long time as I let her words sink in.

“I want you to be with me too.”

---

It was a few days later when the call came. Maria was relaxing at my feet in the lounge when the shrill, obnoxious ring broke the peace and quiet. I sighed and gritted my teeth. Only one person had that number, and I already knew what the call meant. I walked to the fridge and reached up, pulling the cell phone off its charger on top of it and putting it to my ear.

“Enigma.”

The computerized female voice chirped briskly back to me. “Enter voiceprint.”

I rolled my eyes at the procedure. “The quick red fox jumped over the lazy brown dog.”

“Voiceprint confirmed, stand by.”

A deep male voice answered and identified himself, pretty pointless considering he was one of my oldest friends. “I know I promised to leave you be, and I'm sorry to bother you like this, but something's come up with one of your previous operations. We're going to need you here, just for consult, help us through some of the finer details. Are you stateside?”

“What do you think?”

“Yeah, I figured. Can you get here, pronto?”

I sighed, my eyes falling on Maria. She looked nervous. Frightened, even. As if even she knew what the call meant for me, wondering what it would mean for her. “Yes, I'll make it happen.”

I walked back to the lounge and sat down, noting her demeanor and body language. She swallowed and her eyes darted about, avoiding mine. “It's time for me to go home.”

Her eyes instantly looked at mine, wide, starting to get wet from the tears welling up. I reached down and stroked her face the way I often did, slowly and gently with the backside of my fingers, staring into her deep brown, questioning eyes. “Do you wish to stay with me?”

Both her hands grabbed my pantleg and gripped the denim tightly as she nodded in earnest. “Yes, yes mi Patrón, please... please keep me...”

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees as I looked at her intently. “There will be rules. More than there are now. You'll be expected to work hard and do as I ask. You'll belong to me.”

She nodded forcefully. “Yes, I understand, mi Patrón. Please... please keep me...”

My eyes lifted to the bedroom door, thinking of that object in my drawer. I stood up and walked over, opening it and lifting it out. I took it back to her and let it dangle from my fingers so she could examine it. A small silver tag hung from the ring, with a single word inscribed on it. “Maria”.

“Do you wish to wear this for me, as a reminder that you are mine?”

She sat up straight on her knees, reaching up with both hands and lifting her hair up and away from her neck, nodding as she held back her tears. I knelt down and gently wrapped the collar around her neck, finding the right place for the buckle so that it fit snug, but comfortable against her soft skin.

She reached up and touched it, smiling sweetly and she sniffled, before nearly tackling me with a firm embrace. She couldn't hold it back anymore and the tears came, a rush of intense emotion overcoming her, relief, belonging, safety, someone that would keep her, maybe even forever. I held her close, let her head rest against my chest and listen to my heart beat, until she breathed softly and quietly. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to my bed where we made love, gently and sweetly, the master and his servant girl.

---

“I could get in a lot of trouble for this, you know. I hope whatever it is, it's worth it.”

I smiled at my old friend as I stepped off the boat and embraced him. Maria came up behind me, placing her feet onto American soil for the first time.

“Oh... I see.” My friend shook his head at me. “I don't want to know.”

Maria carried our things from the boat to the back of the large SUV as my friend and I caught up, and then we got in and drove away. Less than an hour later we pulled into the driveway of my home. Maria stepped out, her eyes wide as she looked around... she must have thought she was in heaven. My little slice of paradise is humble by most accounts, but it's set back from the road, wooded and private, the green landscaping well-kept. We walked up the stairs to the stone-built house, finally entering through the thick, oversized wooden door.

Maria looked at me, silently asking for permission, and I nodded for her to go ahead. She smiled and wandered into the great room, dwarfed by a large stone fireplace that extended up to the top of the tall ceiling. To her, from what she was used to, even the little cottage we lived in together for a while, this must have seemed like a castle. Her eyes darted about as she covered her mouth, trying to disguise her excitement. She turned and ran, literally, to me and knelt down at my feet, clutching my legs with both hands. “Thank you, mi Patrón... thank you...”

I chuckled and hushed her as I touched her soft, straight hair. “Alright, all right. That's quite enough. You have a lot to learn, little one. First of all, we're in America now. So, no more 'mi Patrón'. From now on you may use 'my lord', if you wish.”

She nodded as she sat back on her knees, wiping tears away. “Yes, my lord.”

---

After assigning her a list of chores and duties to handle each day, as well as making my rules clear to her, I left Maria the run of the house as I took care of the work I needed to handle. As it turned out, it became a bit of a habit, but didn't seem so drearysome anymore. For one, I didn't need to fight any longer, spending most of my time training the younger recruits or consulting. For another, I had Maria to come home to. She was always waiting, posed perfectly inside the foyer, sitting straight and proud on her knees with her eyes cast to the floor, hands on her thighs with her palms up. She always smiled slightly, as if she was trying to look serious but was too happy to see me to contain herself.

Something else changed after our move as well, something that had awoken inside her not long before leaving Mexico but really had flourished since we arrived here, like an caged animal that had been set free. I never asked her what sexual experiences she had had before me, I knew only that she was not a virgin when I found her. But it seemed, based on her reactions, the way that she responded to me, that truly experiencing sexual pleasure was something very new. And as she learned more about herself, more about being someone's lover, she became more and more addicted to it.

It was almost as if that ecstasy she felt during those times was the only thing that truly gave her release, let her forget the bad things in her past, let her completely let go and embrace that single moment in time in which she felt so incredibly alive.

Or maybe, I was just reading too far into it, and she just loved to fuck.

Either way, I wasn't complaining. She was insatiable, she couldn't get enough of it, she wanted me in every orifice of her body and she wanted it as often as I would give it. She'd get down on her knees and beg me for it, and I just loved to torment her by making her plead with me until she was near tears before letting her have it. She knew what I was doing, and a part of her loved it too. I actually banned her from pleasuring herself when I was off to work, just to torture her, and by the time I got home, her pussy would be so wet... sometimes I would have to pull out and wipe myself off just to get some friction.

I'll never forget this one time. I was at work, mid-morning, when I got a text message from her. I had given her a cell phone so she could reach me if there was an emergency. Naturally this turned into playfully teasing one another throughout the day. My phone vibrated and I pulled it out to have look. “My lord, I've been thinking about pleasuring your cock all morning, my pussy is so incredibly wet, may I please come while thinking about you?”

I smirked as I tapped on the screen. “No, little pet, you may not. You know the rules.”

“Oooohhh... pleeease sir. Please let me my lord, my clit is aching to be touched, please sir...”

“And it will be touched, once I've returned and you've asked me properly.”

“Please my lord, please, I need it so bad it hurts...”

“You've gotten my answer. Now be a good girl, and I will see you soon.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Several hours later I walked through the door, seeing her greet me in her usual fashion, but her body was trembling, her eyes wet. I ignored her for a moment, walking past her and hearing her swallow hard as she waited without a word.

“Were you a good girl today?”

Her body shivered. As I looked down I noticed a couple of drips on the floor between her thighs as she sat on her feet, her back straight. “Yes, my lord, I was very good, I waited all day for you. I need you so badly sir... please...” Her body sobbed for a moment as she wiped a tear away. “please sir, I need you... I've thought about nothing but having your cock inside me, please take me sir...”

I smiled as she begged me, down on her knees, her tearful eyes pleading with me. I could only imagine how hard it must have been, watching the hours pass as her body ached for release. I reached down and stroked her cheek with the backside of my fingertips, and then took her by the hand, pulling her to her feet. I pushed her against the wall, pulled out my cock, picked her up and let her legs wrap around my body. She was moaning in delight before I even entered her, and the moment I did, her drenched pussy easily accepting the entire length of my shaft, she screamed, with the loudest, most terrifying sound I'd ever heard from another person. She came instantly, hours upon hours of arousal and frustration venting in one long, beautiful moment as all that pressure was released, her entire body spasming and shaking as the orgasm went on and on until, at long last, she relaxed, her legs falling away from me and her neck going limp, she would have fallen on the floor if I hadn't been there to hold her.

As the years passed, I gradually allowed Maria more freedom. I hired a tutor to help her with her English, “acquired” some “paperwork” so that she could get her driver's license and help me drive on long trips, or run errands around town. And I trained her... to fight, with her hands, with a knife, with guns. I didn't want her to ever feel helpless again. I taught her, or found someone to teach her, anything she asked to learn, and how she wanted to learn, her eager young mind soaking up everything it could. She was the perfect little pet, grateful, hard-working, and loyal.

---

Maria laid on the couch with her head on my lap, naked, satiated, her body wrapped in a thin blanket as she watched the roaring fire. “My lord?”

“Yes, little one?”

“I... need to ask you something... it's hard for me to ask.”

“Go on.”

She sighed slowly, her chest heavy with nervousness. “I would like to have a job... I mean, a real job. I still want to do all of my chores, and be yours, for whatever you need me for, but...”

I looked away while I pondered her request. I had sensed something like this was coming for a while, had been waiting for this conversation. I thought for a few moments, even though, deep inside, I already knew the answer I would give.

“Alright.”

As we laid in bed together that night, and she drifted off to sleep in my arms, I thought for a long time about what she has asked me for. I knew, had known, all along, that Maria was a strong woman. She had survived a terrible ordeal... well... perhaps two terrible ordeals, and she had been getting stronger for a long time. Did she want to leave, have a life of her own?

I had to force myself to stop thinking about it, as the feelings that came over me when I imagined not having her anymore were too much to bear. It was never supposed to be like this. She was just a pet, and I was simply her protector.

---

We sat on the waterfront park bench together, each holding a cup of hot coffee, enjoying the springtime sun. The light breeze made Maria's soft hair blow against her tan face, I liked to watch her brush it away, trying to get it to stay behind one ear. She was stunning, not the frightened young girl I had taken in years before, but a woman, smart, and beautiful, and charming. The sound of children laughing caught her attention, and we began watching a young family playing together in the park for a few moments.

“Have you thought about it?”

I looked at her, surprised at the question. “Thought about... having children?”

“Yes.”

“Well... I can't.”

“You... can't?”

I smirked. “Didn't you wonder? Why, you know... you never...”

She pursed her lips and looked down. “I... didn't know that. I guess I just thought... that... the timing was never right... or...” She shrugged.

I watched her face for a long time, seeing her disappointment despite her best efforts to hide it. She turned to me and gave me that smile, one that only I knew what it meant. She was trying to disguise how she really felt.

“This is important to you.”

She swallowed hard, stared out into the ocean, and said nothing.

---

I was standing in the kitchen, preparing a meal, still in the clothes that I was wearing from my morning run. I had just made it to the small table and sat down when I heard Maria's soft steps coming down the stairs and into the kitchen. “Good morning, little one, do you...”

Something isn't right.

I turned to her and looked, noting that she was dressed in street clothes that she had bought, as if ready to go out. She didn't greet me in her usual way... her eyes, they softly stared into mine, holding contact. She swallowed, then smiled sweetly, taking two steps to close the distance between us as she held up her hand, giving me something. In it was the leather collar I had placed on her neck years before.

One hand gripped the side of the table as my head spun, a massive crushing weight pushing on me. She said nothing... she didn't have to. My heart... rolled out of my chest and shattered into pieces as it fell to the floor. “No baby...” I shook my head, my legs week, as I slid off the chair and fell to my knees at her feet. Emotion bubbled out, uncorked, as the feelings overwhelmed me, the years of training and all my strength worthless and unable to hold it in. I began to sob as I begged her... “Please baby... no... please don't go... I... I need you. I NEED YOU. Please...”

She reached down and touched my shoulder, placing the collar into my hands. “You don't need me. I needed you. You saved me. You made me strong. You gave me everything, and for that I'm grateful forever. But it's time. Time for me to go, to have my own life.”

A single tear slid down her cheek, and she wiped it away as she turned. She picked up her bag, already packed, at the bottom of the stairs, and looked back at me. I couldn't move, paralyzed, trembling, my lips curled back as I tried to cover my mouth and continued crying uncontrollably, called out to her, begged her to not to go.

Then she opened the door, and she walked away.


THE END