#melody

Melody looked around the darkened room. She felt instinctively that her hands were bound together. And she also knew she was naked. The last thing she remembered was that she and her girlfriend Claire, had gone into the bar in Puerto Vallarta. A strange man had offered to buy the two young women drinks. Melody accepted, of course. But after that things got blurry. She vaguely remembered the man introducing her and Claire to another man. She could not recall his name. She thought perhaps it was Rodolpho. They had danced and had more drinks. Then Rodolpho had said, “Why don’t we go to my Villa? It is more private and has a view of the ocean. And I have some very good marijuana.”

After that things got really blurry for Melody. She looked around the room as her eyes became adjusted to the darkness. She saw a crucifix on the wall, and a bedside table with lamp. She realized she was lying on an unmade bed and her bound hands were attached to the headboard. Suddenly the door opened, and a man came in. “Who was it?” she thought. Melody felt she had not seen him before. The man had on a black shirt but no pants. Melody noticed he was gently stroking his member as he approached her. He stood over her and said, “Senorita, I trust you know what has happened.” Melody responded, “I have no earthly idea! Where am I? Why are my hands bound?” The man laughed, and said, “You are at Rodolpho’s villa. He will be along shortly. But he has said we might have you first.”

Melody recoiled in horror. As she did so, three other men came through the door. They looked as rough as the first one. They spoke in Spanish – so quickly that Melody who understood some of the language, didn’t understand. She struggled with the leather straps that bound her wrists. Then the men stopped talking; the three that had just come in also undid their trousers. Melody saw that one of them had an erection. The first man approached, still stroking himself. As he neared, Melody said, “If you come closer, I’ll scream!” He responded, “Scream all you like, Senorita. No one can hear you.”

As he put his knee on the bed, Melody spit at him and kicked her leg, hitting him just below his crotch. He said, “Puta!” Then he got up and went to a corner and picked up some sort of stick. Melody looked closer; it wasn’t a stick, but rather a golf club without the head, only the fiberglass shaft. The man came to the bed. He raised the stick and said again, “Puta!” Then he brought it down hard across Melody’s thigh, instantly raising a welt. Melody screamed in agony.

“You wanna play rough?” he said. “Okay, we play rough.” And he hit her again, this time across her lower belly. As Melody groaned in pain, two of the men grabbed her ankles and calves and forced her legs apart. The one with the stick threw it down and thrust his fingers into Melody’s vagina. It hurt terribly. He laughed and said, “Not wet yet? Huh?” He pushed some more. The other man, the one that had the partial erection when he removed his pants held Melody’s head and tried to kiss her. She smelled the tequila on his breath. With the hand not holding her head, he grabbed at her breast.

The first man, now fully erect pushed himself into Melody. It hurt, she begged him, “No! Don’t! Please don’t!” It was, of course, to no avail. He came quickly and yielded to one of the men holding her legs apart. He said in accented English, “I heard someone once say, ‘When rape is unavoidable, relax and enjoy it.’ So, you should.” After he finished, the other one said, “Roll her over. I want to try out her ass.” They did so as he knelt between Melody’s legs which were still held apart. He tried to enter her to no avail. “Bitch is too tight!” he said. “Hold her and I’ll hit her with the golf club. That’ll loosen her up!”

Melody felt two quick blows across her buttocks. She cried through tears, “Don’t! Please don’t!”

“Then relax! Loosen up!”

The man tried again. Successfully this time. Again, it hurt Melody terribly. She buried her face in the pillow on the bed and sobbed until he withdrew. Then the man holding her head and pinching her breast pushed Melody’s face towards his erect member. He said, “Now Senorita. Suck my dick. Don’t bite me or I’ll cut your nipples off and feed them to you.”

And finally, it was over. The men left Melody on the soiled bed, her face stained by tears and semen. Her hands were still tied to the bed’s headboard, so it was difficult to wipe her face. She heard the lock in the door being turned. She was alone again. She wondered how it had come to this.