I awoke tied to a bed. Beside me a warm, naked body cuddled up to me with her hand around my cock. Trixie was lying beside me. I reached over to feel her and discovered that she, too, was quite nude. As I woke I noticed that Trixie was not sleeping soundly. When I moved she woke up and sat up in bed pulling the blanket up over her breasts.

“Danny, is It?”, she asked.

“Yes”,

“Danny, you are going to be a father now.”

“How do you know? You might not have conceived. It might not take.”

“Oh, I am going to have your child one way or the other, it has already been decided.”

“If it doesn’t work this time they will tie me up and do it again.” Except that the next time you will not be participating in the ritual.”

“Why?”

“Because you will be nullified by them today.”

“Nullified!? Today?”

“Yes, today, unless something changes.” “You were chosen to impregnate me.”

“How?!”

“My goddamned step-father who has been fucking me since I was 12 years old did it. He bought you and paid some woman named Carmen for you. I guess that you belong to him now. You are my birthday present for my 18th birthday. I get to take you home after you are nullified and not able to have sex. You get to live with me while my step-father uses me as his mistress.”

“Why don’t you get out of this?”

“I have tried. It never works. He is Pedro Mendez. You see, he is in with the drug cartels and chief distributor of drugs in Texas and in North America. He would have me killed one way or another to shut me up. He plans on me cutting you today so that I will be implicated in this madness. Whatever I am going to have to do, I am so sorry. I have to survive.”

I thought for a minute. As I sat there I realized that the naked young woman before me was every bit as beautiful as Carmen, maybe even the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and even MORE beautiful than Carmen. My mind raced. Carmen had betrayed me with Diedre and most likely had never really cared for me. This poor girl needed rescued. My heart went out to her but at the same time I feared what was going to happen to me at her hands.

“Trixie, is it?”

“Yes.”

“What is up with Ginger? Why did she have to go through that thing in front of the fountain yesterday?”

“She does it for pleasure. She runs this place, or rather she manages it and she occasionally likes to feel helpless. It must make her feel… I don’t know. ME, myself, I hate to feel like that. It was so humiliating to be trussed up like that while you were forced to ejaculate and impregnate me. I would kill them all if there were a way and if I could get away with it.”

I vaguely remembered seeing in the headlines an on the news. Trixie Gonzales was missing, officially. It was all over the headlines that she had disappeared on her 18th birthday from a bar in Cancun and that the whole country of Mexico was searching for her. Her mother had a million dollar reward out for her and so far nobody had seen her. That is, until now.

It was at that time the door burst open and we were grabbed by about a half dozen large men in military garb and dragged out into the early daylight sun. As I looked around I noticed that it seemed that everyone there was restrained in some way, that is, except for the ones in the military fatigues. Both clothd and naked, men and women, according to their status as submissive or dominant stood attentively watching and I am sure wondering about their fates. A man was brought forward. As he beheld the naked bodies of myself and Trixie he sneered. “Trixie, you look better than when I saw you last, all tied up with your legs apart servicing the boys from the bar.” Trixie hung her head. At that moment a rifle butt landed squarely in the man’s Left side and he bent over in pain.

“Shut up!” The commander said, “You want to have this naked man cut? Well, I have decided to let you fight him and if you lose, YOU will be the one who is cut. Ha ha ha ha…”

The man barking the orders broke into laughter as did his whole troop. The captives remained silent. With that we were pushed into the center of the of the courtyard. As I looked up I noticed two women with their hands tied behind their backs running for the gate of the compound. It was Carmen and Diedre. A blast from an automatic weapon rang out and they both fell making a cloud of dust as their bodies hit the ground.

“Anybody else want to run for it?” the commander exclaimed. Again, evil laughter came from the troops. I didn’t have to be told twice. Since I had no way home and all of my possessions were in Carmen’s control and now she was most likely dead I really had noting to lose but my parts, I decided that this was one fight that I was going to win.

As I was tossed naked into the courtyard I fell. They brought Pedro up and pushed him toward me. “Ha! Somebody called from the soldiers, now Pedro, do your own dirty work. As I lay there Pedro stomped toward me. I curled up in a ball and as he bent over to grab me I imagined that I was kicking a door down. I kicked with both of my bare feet as hard as I could. One foot caught him right below the chest and the other caught him in the left side where he had been hit with the gun butt earlier. Pedro fell to the ground. His mouth opened but nothing came out. He gasped but seemingly could take in no air. He looked toward the commander with a look of contempt. Taking advantage of the moment and Pedro’s momentary paralysis and distraction I sprang up and jumped up as high as I could jump coming down with one heel extended aiming at Pedro’s breastbone. At the last instant he saw me but it was too late to attempt to evade the horrible blow that was coming to him. As I landed I felt his chest give way under my heel and an audible snapping sound came from him that sounded like several dried sticks being broken simultaneously. As suddenly as it had begun it was over.

Several of the men in military fatigues drug Pedro by his legs to the gate going into the fountain. There they strung Pedro up by his feet and his hands were secured to the gate frame as he was just starting to regain a degree of consciousness. A bucket of water was thrown in Pedro’s face. He sputtered and started cursing in mixed Spanish and English. One soldier pulled out a commando knife and cut every stitch of Pedro’s clothes from him. Although Pedro’s body was hairy his crotch was shaved as bare as a baby’s behind. One of the soldiers said something in Spanish and the troops broke into raucous laughter.

Suddenly, Trixie broke loose from the grip of the man who was holding her and threw her naked body against the commander and kissed him full on the lips. Taken by surprise he grabbed her by the short hair on her head and he kissed her bending her head back with an open mouth exploring her oral cavity with his tongue. Recovering from the shock of being kissed by a naked woman in such a way he exclaimed, “HA! What was that for?”

“It was in thanks because you are going to let ME cut that bastard Pedro hanging over there.” Again, peals of laughter broke out but this time it seemed that even the captives were laughing along with their captors.

The commander pulled out a large knife. Stepping back and handing it to her he said, “Try using this one anybody else and I will personally shoot you dead.” Glaring at him, Trixie took the knife and walked toward Pedro. Pedro started screaming, and a spray of bloody froth was dripping from his mouth. Pedro started spitting at her. The commander looked at me and said, “Go help her, you naked bastard!” Again, laughter rang out from everyone.

Walking around to the other side of the fountain gateway I reached down and grabbed Pedro by the hair on his head and flexed his head and neck backwards. I said, “You will thank me for this because you do not want to see what is coming next.” Trixie walked up to Pedro who was no longer able to spit on her and unceremoniously grabbed his erect cock and balls with the long fingers of her left hand and started slowly started sawing them off with the serrated edge of the knife, choosing that edge over the sharper, un-serrated edge. Pedro started screaming in as much as his broken chest would allow him to scream and as I looked up I watched as the blood coming from his genitalia being severed hit Trixie squarely in the chest and ran down over her breasts on to her muscled abdomen and running into her crotch and dripping down onto her feet.

After severing his entire package Trixie thrust her hands up and holding his cock and balls in one hand and the commander’s knife in the other and thrust her hands in the air and turned to the crowd present where all broke into cheers and screams of approval. Pedro, barely conscious because of loss of blood and inability to breathe started sobbing his way into unconsciousness. The commander’s men came and grabbed me and Trixie again and put us in between about 10 of them. Suddenly, automatic gunfire rang out and I grabbed Trixie and pushed her to the ground and covered her body with mine. Several large men fell dead on top of us. Turning my head sideways I saw that the commander’s men were killing the captives with automatic weapons and that what looked like a military militia was overrunning the place.

Epilogue.

The San Diego sun shown brightly on my backyard as I sat sipping a mint julip watching the sun play brightly on the ripples on the pool. Trixie came out on to the back porch and bent over to kiss me. Life after the rescue was like the dream that I always wanted. Trixie whispered to me as we laid safe, our naked bodies shielded by dead men in Mexico, not to say anything and to let her lawyer make all of the statements to the authorities. Nobody left alive saw what she had done to Pedro except me. Since the both of us were naked and bruised it was a priority to wash us and to clothe us before any samples of blood from the scene were taken for crime scene reconstruction. Since Trixie was 18 her mother was not allowed to be present during the interrogations following the incident and the attorney-client privilege protected us both from any sort of prosecution from Pedro’s death, we did the honest thing and decided to make a decent life for our child who was now in her room taking her afternoon nap. After the tabloids had a field day with the Drug Cartels’ shoot out at the “sex slave” compound story we took Trixie’s trust fund and invested it. Her and I now live quiet lives. The baby is a year old now and has just started walking. Trixie wants us to have another as soon as we can. Trixie’s mother visits us periodically with her new boyfriend. He looks a little like Antonio Banderas but Trixie does not care for him and has vowed never to let our children be alone with either he mother or the new boyfriend. Not that anything would happen it is just that the trust can never be recovered.

Only one thing bothers me. That was the satisfied look on Trixie’s face as she cut off Pedro’s cock and balls and her magnificence as she stood there naked for all to see holding the knife and her trophy over her head to the cheers of the onlookers.