The shock of the betrayal had worn off by now, and Maria felt the rage take over, her howls of outrage clearly audible despite the firm sponge shoved into her mouth and the half-roll of microfoam tape wrapped around her head. Like a wild beast, the beautiful Latina thrashed and buckled against the tape holding her fast about the wrists, ankles, thighs and beneath her breasts, and the seatbelts keeping her lying down on the car’s back seat, dark hair whipping about her in a frenzied maelstrom. “Don’t bother struggling, baby,” Ricardo chided her from the driver’s seat, not even bothering to glance backwards at his bound and gagged lover as he navigated the night-darkened streets. “Boss Sanchez wants you, and I am to deliver, you hear me?”
“MMMPGGGHHHH!” Maria screamed in denial, her conscious mind still unable to come to terms with her man’s betrayal. Ricardo was a man of base appetites, his fondness for female flesh matched only by his love of drunk and gambling, and for the past year, she’d been the favourite amongst his side pieces, his pious dishrag of a wife Isabel forgotten for the pleasures of her bed. She didn’t mind that he was a married man, for the illicit nature of the affair gave it a rather pleasing spice, and between his good looks, open wallet and vigour in the bedroom, she’d certainly reaped the rewards of being her mistress. Isabel herself was never an obstacle either, remaining blissfully ignorant of how her husband was betraying his vows, and when she suddenly disappeared without warning two weeks earlier, neither of the adulterous partners cared enough to discover her fate. When she came to his place that night, lovely in a little black dress and eager for his touch, Maria dared hope that she might be graced with a wedding ring instead. Sure, he spent far too much money on cards and sports betting for her liking (especially when he could be spending that cash on her), but unlike Isabel, Maria was used to getting her way, and fixing Ricardo’s grosser faults was well within her capabilities.
That certainly had lasted until she felt the kiss of the taser against her neck, the electric shock sending her into agonized unconsciousness, and she awoke to find herself in this awful situation, bound and gagged and tossed into his car with all the care given to a bag of groceries. Through the fog of pain, something Ricardo said finally registered, and she stared at him with growing disbelief, shock and horror plain in her dark eyes. “Mmmpgggh? MMMPGGGGHHH!”
“That’s right, babe, Boss Sanchez. See, he’s had his eye on you for a while now, and he don’t mind picking up someone’s used goods, not when they’re this pretty,” Ricardo remarked, a cruel sneer manifesting. “I was getting’ bored with you anyways, but the way I see it, now one of the most powerful men in the city owes me. Besides, with the money I’ll get for selling your clingy skank ass, I can finally pay off my bookie long enough to win big on the next three-point spread. Sounds like a good deal, right?”
“MMMPPGGGHH!” Maria screamed, heart pounding in terror. Boss Sanchez was one of the city’s biggest and most notorious crime bosses, infamous for the wealth at his disposal, the brutal gangs who answered to him, the beautiful women who hung on his arms… and how most of those women eventually ended up in the river. That she could be sold like a side of beef all to ease Ricardo’s gambling debts stoked her rage even higher, and her face went red as she shrieked insults at her lover, their venom and fury barely contained by the gag. “Mmmgggppphhh, nggghh, MMMPGGGGHHH!”
“Stop actin’ like you so righteous, ‘cause you ain’t,” Ricardo spat back. “A bitch like you was bound to betray me, just like Isabel did when she walked out, so I moved first. Now settle down and shut up. We’re nearly at the drop-off point, so I can finally get you taken off my hands…”