Maria's Gauntlet Ch. 02

This is the second part in a five part fictional story about a young woman named Maria. While it could be read on its own, it would be best to read part one first. All characters depicted are 18 or older. Any resemblance to real people or places is coincidental. Non consensual sex is not condoned by the author.

Brief synopsis: In part one Maria is kidnapped by a street gang because of the indiscretions of her drug dealing older brother and forced to give oral sex.

Judgment time

Tito did as Hector had commanded and headed for the wharf which was on the way to the gang's hideout. The van slowed down just long enough for Hector to open the passenger window and toss the phone into the river. Five minutes later the van pulled up in front of an old warehouse that was the gang's headquarters. It was registered as being owned by an import-export company thanks to the help of a crooked lawyer and payoffs to some dirty politicians. In reality it was the front for one of the city's most notorious gangs. It was no Ritz Carlton, but it was fully functioning with running water and electricity. It had an office for Los and provided refuge for members that needed a place to stay.

Two short horn blasts followed by a long one quickly caused a garage door to rise open. Tito moved the van into the garage and the door lowered behind him.

The van's back doors swung open and Hector backed out holding Maria's legs while Diego carried her under her arm pits, her hands still bound in front of her. Once Diego was clear of the inside of the van, Hector unceremoniously dropped her legs that were still bound at the ankles. Diego kept a tight grip on her arms and pulled her upright. Tito slammed the van door and came around the back of the vehicle.

They were met by the infamous Los. Shorter than the three kidnappers, Los was a stocky, muscular man in his early thirties, with slicked back black hair, and an intimidating scar down his right cheek. He was wearing a wife beater tee-shirt, old jeans, and worn Timberlands that even Maria, from her uncomfortable vantage point, could tell were all splattered with blood. She whimpered into her gag that had been replaced after Diego cleaned her. Two younger gang members stood behind Los sneering at her.

"So this is her!", he stated as he eyed the pretty young woman from head to toe.

She looked hotter than any pictures he had seen of her, even as disheveled as she was. He then stepped closer and caressed her pretty face with the back of his hand then slid it down her body and fondled her breasts which protruded from her open blouse.

"Nice handful. Although I prefer Karmen's DD's," the lead gangster chuckled, referring to his girlfriend.

"Any problems with the grab?", he asked letting go of Maria's tit while staring into her mesmerizing eyes.

"No Boss," said Diego. "Went like clock work."

"Yea, no problem Los," Hector sneered. "Except I owe you half a grand." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash that he handed his boss.

"Ahh, you did your own little gyno exam?," Los asked with a laugh braking his gaze at the restrained teen.

"I told you so. I knew this bitch is tight. A goody too-shoes. Complete opposite of her fucking brother.

"From the looks of her messy make up I see you had some fun with her mouth," he stated looking at his second in command."

"All you said was don't soil the pussy," Hector retorted with a rye grin.

"And, how was she?" he asked curiously looking back at Maria.

"She took it like a trooper," Hector said. "Uses her tongue real nice. Even swallowed the load from Diego's fire hose."

Carlos let out a loud laugh while continuing to admire the pretty captive.

"Maybe not so innocent, huh?," Los wondered out loud.

"You been busy with him it looks," Diego said, gesturing to the blood stained clothing Los was wearing, in an effort to change the subject."

"Yea, been working him over pretty good," said the gang leader. "The stubborn son of a bitch won't admit he's been stealing from me. Keeps blaming everyone else. That' why I needed you to pick up his sister. If he had admitted it I would have left his family out of it, but I always make sure I have a contingency plan."

"Where's he at?" Tito questioned.

"Inside the main warehouse," replied Los. "Follow me and bring the girl. Time to up the ante. See if we can motivate him a little."

The group of gangsters laughed. Marie sobbed louder afraid of what was next. Diego grabbed her under her right arm and Hector under her left and proceeded to follow the rest of the group while dragging Maria down a short narrow hallway, and through a doorway to the main warehouse area. The space was the size of about half a football field. Most of the large room with high ceiling was dark with the exception of one bank of lights that lit up the back 20-yards.

As they approached the lit area Maria saw through blurry eyes what appeared to be more than a dozen people milling around in small groups. More seemed to be off in the shadows. Centered underneath the bank of lights was a person slumped over in a wooden office chair. His extremities were tied to the arms and the front legs of the chair.

Hector and Diego approached the chair, then stopped about five feet in front of it. Diego took control of both of Maria's arms while Hector reached up and grabbed two lengths of chain hanging from the beam above. At the end of each length was a hand cuff. Hector grabbed Maria's right arm roughly and attached the cuff to her wrist, then did the same to her left wrist. Diego let go of her arms and Hector proceeded to pull the chain taut and tied it off on a hook of a nearby column so that Maria arms were suspended above her head and she was forced to stand on tip toes. Her jacket and blouse parted clearly exposing her breasts. Her skirt rose up her thighs.

Whistles and cat calls greeted Maria. "Fresh meat!" yelled one. "Fuck she's hot!," said another. "Can't wait to get my cock inside that!" chirped a third.

"Relax you animals!", Diego growled as he removed Maria's gag. "Everyone will get a turn."

She opened her mouth and stretched her jaw. She was parched and could barely speak, but made a plea to Los. "Please sir, you don't have to do this," she croaked. "You can just let me go. I didn't do anything wrong."

Los stepped up behind Juan and lifted his head. Maria could barely recognize him through the puffy eyes of his beaten and bruised face. That's when she realized he was sitting in a pool of blood in nothing but his boxer shorts. A chill ran down her spine and she began to sob again.

"Your right sweetheart," Los said. "You didn't do anything wrong other than have the misfortune of being related to this lying, thieving piece of shit."

"Maria, is that you?", Juan choked as he looked at her through swollen eyes.

He barely recognized the young woman she'd grown into. It had been just under a year since he briefly saw her last when he attempted to attend her high school graduation party. When his mother failed to accept him like the prodigal son, he left the party. Although he didn't make a scene, he had a few choice words for his mother and vowed to himself that his family was forever dead to him.

"Juan what did they do to you?", she asked. "Juan please help me!"

Los and the gang laughed loudly at her pleas. Some mocked her by mimicking her cries for help.

"Well, as for what we did to him I think you can pretty much use your imagination," he said coldly. "As for helping you, he actually can do that.

"Here's the deal Juan and Maria. Juan, you confess to lying and stealing from me all these months and explain how you did it and your sister gets to go home and see Mommy. For you, I'll give you 24-hours to get your ass out of the state, never to return."

Diego and Hector shared a surprised look but said nothing. It was not like Los to be so benevolent. Usually stealing from the gang was a death sentence.

Los paused to contemplate the irony of his last words. He knew that in his world of crime and drugs there was no place for heart, sympathy or empathy. Those traits get you killed in the "gang" business. Besides he had a reputation of his own to uphold and the respect of his soldiers to keep in mind. But there was something about this beautiful young woman that touched him like never before, which was why he was willing to do this unprecedented plea agreement.

"And if I don't?", Juan asked, arrogantly.

"We brutally gang rape your sister while you watch." A chill went down Maria's spine.The gang let out a collective cheer at the opportunity to get a piece of the nubile teen."She then watches you die a painful death. Finally, we put her on the street to make back the 10-grand you owe."

Through blurry eyes Juan looked straight at his sister in silence for a moment. He knew Los wasn't bluffing. He and the rest of his mates had participated in the brutal gang bang of two daughters of a rival cartel leader not too long ago. The girls were a pathetic mess by the time the men were done with them. The sisters were still doing tricks to pay off their father's debt. Despite knowing the threat was no joke, Juan's contempt for the way his mother had treated him last time he saw her hardened his heart. He continued to proclaim his innocence.

"I didn't steal from you."

Maria stared at her brother in disbelief but stayed silent.

"I was afraid you would say that, but not totally surprised," Los stated. He then looked at his two lieutenants and shrugged his shoulders. "Strip her!"

A raucous roar went up from the gang that echoed off the warehouse walls as they made a semi-circle around the helpless, attractive young woman. They left enough space so that Los and Juan would be able to clearly see what was about to happen.

Hector and Diego stepped forward and pulled out their knives and began to cut away the sweatshirt and blouse. A few quick moments later they revealed her flat, toned stomach and beautiful tits to the group surrounding her. More derisive comments could be heard from the crowd which now seemed to number more like two dozen men.

Maria continued to stare at her brother as her soulful eyes begged for help.

Diego knelt down, untied the binding around her ankles, and removed her flats. Hector un-zipped her skirt and yanked it and her panties down in one swift motion revealing her perfect ass and bare pussy. Diego then got up and untied the chain holding her in place and lowered it just enough so she was flat footed on the ground. While he retied the chain taut Hector then fastened each of her ankles to cuffs that were attached to short chains that were bolted to the concrete floor. This caused her legs to spread about shoulder width. As her puffy pussy parted slightly, more cat calls and whistles came from the crowd that was growing more rabid with every waiting moment.

Maria continued to stare into her brother's eyes.

He tried to ignore her stare. To look past her or through her. But he couldn't ignore them. There was something familiar. Haunting.

"Set the timer," Los yelled. "Let the trial begin!"

Another roar went up from the mob of lust filled men as they came closer around her. This would be a trial by "fire" metaphorically speaking. Unfortunately for Maria, she would not have the ability to defend herself during this ordeal. Chained in place, she would have to endure blows from all of the gang members pretty much anywhere on her body with the exception of her head and face. Los stood behind Juan holding his head up forcing him to watch his sister's beating.

Maria assumed the men would take turns raping her while she was chained. So she was surprised when suddenly Tito broke from the group, went behind her, and brutally smacked her left ass cheek which reverberated with the impact.

"Owwwayyaa!!!", she screamed in pain.

Maria's shriek brought an avalanche of laughter from the crowd. She was shocked and in pain but also ashamed of her reaction. While naive in some aspects of life, she was street smart and determined enough not to show this weakness to the mob or her brother again. She gritted her teeth, retreated inside herself, and braced for the worse.

The gang pounced like a pack of wolves. Her resolve made the relentless attack worse as they tried to break her. The predators rapidly took turns giving open handed blows to her ass, tits, stomach, inner thighs, back of her legs, and pussy. Hands would linger for an extra pinch of a nipple, grab of her ass or tweak of her pussy lips.

After a couple minutes her skin was a bright shade of red. Another couple of minutes later her body was covered with hand prints. Several minutes after that, obvious welts could be seen. Though battered Maria remained stoic with eyes fixed on her brother. She let out the occasional grunt but never cried. Her tears had all but dried up.

Standing there with her arms stretched above her, Maria couldn't help but feel the change within herself that she couldn't quite understand. The first few minutes of torture had been painful. However, somewhere in the middle of her ordeal a masochistic switch had flipped in her brain and every slap, tweak, and pinch caused a pleasurable pain that permeated her body, as evidenced by her erect nipples, throbbing clit and pussy juice beginning to leak down her left leg. The shame that she had felt after swallowing two loads of cum in the van earlier that evening was gone. It was now replaced with a sexual energy. Despite this, she was still filled with trepidation as to how much more physical abuse she could take, before she would explode. She was about to find out.

With about two-minutes left in her trial she watched Hector as he walked from his position next to Los and stepped in front of her. The rest of the members backed off while they waited to see what would happen next. Hector balled his right hand into a fist and proceeded to pull his arm back. Maria fixed her stare at him without flinching. Hector released his arm and landed a mean upper cut directly to her cunt.

"Uggghhhh!" the tough teen groaned loudly.

A bolt of lightning shot through her core and out through her extremities. Her head snapped back, her breasts thrust forward, her knees buckled, her body trembled in sexual release. A stream of pussy juice squirted from her cunt hole as she sagged in her restraints. Somehow she resisted losing consciousness.

"WOAH!!!!" the gang screamed in unison, shocked at the brutality of the punch and the volume of cunt juice expelled from her body.

To the surprise of the men in the room, just mere moments later, Maria righted herself, stood like a soldier at attention and continued her glare at her brother and Los.

"That's one tough bitch you got for a sister there," Carlos said in admiration.

His two most trusted subordinates who stood near him nodded their agreement.

"And a pain slut too from the looks of it," he added with a smile as he glanced at the puddle of squirt on the floor below her.

A murmur could be heard going through the crowd of gang members. They collectively had a new found respect for the young woman who seemed as tough as nails.

Juan's expression didn't change. His affect had remained sullen and uncaring as it had been during Maria's entire ordeal.

"Boss, thirty seconds left," Diego said pointing at the timer on his phone.

"Thank God!", Maria thought to herself. "It's almost over."

It felt like the beating had taken an eternity, but in truth it was only about ten minutes. Although in that time they did a good deal of damage she had survived. Or so she thought.

Los knelt down so Juan could see and hear him. "Last chance Asshole!", he said. Juan remained silent. He continued to play a dangerous game of chicken with his sister's welfare.

Los sighed and motioned for Hector to come to him. "Hold his head up and make sure he looks," he gestured at Juan. I want him to see this since what you just did didn't seem to have an effect."

Then the leader deliberately walked up to within a couple of feet of Maria. The rest of the gang continued to look on with baited breath. Everyone knew what was next. Los lined his right leg up with the split between Maria's legs like he was readying to kick a field goal. He avoided her eyes and stared at her pussy which was puffy and red due to the abuse it had received, as if she was any other bitch. He readied his steel tipped work boot for the kick that he knew would destroy her sex and finally break her physically and mentally.

Maria refocussed her gaze at her brother.

Those eyes. Juan couldn't escape those penetrating eyes. The innocence. The determination. The warmth. They all combined to finally thaw his cold heart. Memories of their childhood together that he had blocked from his mind flooded his consciousness. The first time he held her when she came home from the hospital. Playing peek-a-boo. Pushing her on the swings at the park. Holding her hand when they walked to the bodega to get ice-pops. He looked at the beautiful, determined, strong girl. No, woman. She had become a young lady despite her surroundings and circumstances. He finally realized he couldn't let this happen to her even if it meant his own demise.

Los began to cock his leg when Juan yelled, "Wait! Stop! Don't. "I'll tell you everything, just let her go."

Los stopped and turned. Juan dropped his head in defeat. Maria's body slumped in her chains and she began to sob in relief. The mob was stunned silent.

Juan would go on to tell Los how for the past six month he'd been skimming product from him and cutting it with talcum and other substances to make up the missing weight. He would either sell it for his own profit or keep it for his own increasing habit.

Los silently contemplated his next move. He wasn't surprised by this revelation since he had heard rumors that the quality of the stuff Juan had been selling wasn't "up to snuff". Diluting his product was not only dangerous to the customer, but bad for his reputation if word ever got out. He wondered now if he could keep his promise about sparing his life.

Suddenly his phone rang breaking his concentration.

"Hey", he said to the person on the other end of the call. "Yea he finally caved," "Yea, I thought you'd be happy. I need you and the girls to come get her ready. When can you be here? Ok, see you soon."

Juan looked up from his defeated position on the chair. He couldn't help but overhear the conversation. "Happy about what?" he questioned. "Get her ready for what? You said you gonna let her go!"

"I'm gonna let her go," Los retorted. "We're not gonna rape her, per se and she don't have to hook. But, what I neglected to tell you was if you confessed she would still have to go through the "gauntlet" in order to get her freedom. I couldn't get the boys all worked up for nothing."

Another cheer went up from the group.

Juan lowered his head. He spared her being brutalized and turned into a prostitute but was ashamed he hadn't saved her virtue.

When they quieted down some, Maria spoke up for the first time since the beating began, a new sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had prevailed during the trial, but would still face a consequence.

"What is the gauntlet?"

Los smiled and generally explained to the stunned girl that she would be put through the process that any female gang recruit would have to go through. He offered no details but Maria was smart enough to know it would involve more sexual acts. Not quite the miracle she had hoped for but at least she knew she would get to go home eventually.

Los called Diego, Hector, and Tito over to him and spoke to them in hushed tones so no one else could hear. Then suddenly he asked loud enough for all to hear, "You know what to do with him?" The three afore mentioned gang members nodded the affirmative then untied Juan, lifted him, tied his arms behind his back and his legs together at the ankles and began to drag him towards the exit leading back to the van.