Bound by the Cartel Queens

I am kidnapped at night in rural mexico by two female cartel members. They tie me and blindfold me and gag me and take me to their remote hideout. They keep me bound and force me to perform oral sex on them

The truck door slammed shut, jolting me awake. Rough hands yanked me out onto the dirt road before I could even blink. My wrists were wrenched behind me—coarse rope biting into my skin—as a blindfold smothered my vision. Someone shoved a thick wad of fabric between my teeth, the taste of salt and leather filling my mouth. "Move," a woman's voice ordered, low and edged with danger. I stumbled forward, my bare feet kicking dust as they dragged me toward an unseen structure. The air smelled like diesel and sweat. A door creaked open, and suddenly cool cement pressed against my knees as they forced me down. Fingers knotted in my hair, jerking my head back. The blindfold ripped away. Two women stared down at me—one smirking, the other already unbuttoning her jeans. "You’re gonna learn to be useful," the first one said, her hand tightening in my hair. The other stepped closer, her hips inches from my face. "Open wide, *puta*." The gag came out. I had no choice.

Her jeans slid down her hips, revealing the smooth curve of her thighs and the dark strip of hair between them. The musky scent of her arousal hit me before she gripped the back of my head and shoved forward. “Lick,” she commanded, fingers twisting tighter in my hair. “Or I’ll make it worse.” My tongue dragged along her, salt and heat flooding my mouth as she let out a low groan. The other woman chuckled, stepping closer, her boot nudging my thigh. “Slow for your first lesson,” she murmured. “But not for long.” A sharp slap landed on my ass—stinging, possessive—as the first woman rocked against my mouth, her breath hitching. “Fuck, that’s it.” The second woman’s belt buckle jingled as she undid it, her voice a dark promise. “Don’t think you’re done when she is.” I barely had time to swallow before a second hand fisted in my hair, yanking me toward her. No choice. Just heat, pressure, and the brutal rhythm of their hips.

The second woman’s fingers dug into my scalp as she ground against my tongue, her jeans now pooled around her boots. Her taste was sharper, tangy with sweat, her thighs trembling as she forced me deeper. A ragged moan tore from her throat when I flicked the underside of her clit—rewarded with a harder pull of my hair, her hips bucking forward. “Greedy little *perra*,” the first woman hissed, watching with half-lidded eyes. She grabbed my jaw, her thumb pressing into my cheek. “Suck her properly, or I’ll gag you with something else.” I obeyed, hollowing my cheeks as the second woman cursed above me. Her grip turned punishing, her climax building in quick, jerky thrusts before she shuddered—hot release flooding my mouth. No time to recover. The first woman yanked me back by my hair, her knee pressing between my shoulder blades as she shoved me toward the floor. “On your fucking stomach.” Her boot pressed between my legs, the leather grinding against my cock through my pants. “You like this?” She laughed when I arched into the pressure. “Pathetic.” A zip hissed—rope coiled around my ankles, wrenching them apart. Cool air hit my bare ass as she tore my jeans down. “Now,” she purred, her palm cracking against my skin, “we see how much you can really take.”

Her handprint burned across my ass as she leaned down, her breath hot against my ear. "Beg for it," she growled, her fingers tracing the welt she'd left. I sucked in a sharp breath, but she didn’t wait—her knee shoved between my thighs, forcing them wider. A slick fingertip dragged down my cleft, pausing to press against my hole without warning. The other woman crouched beside me, her nails raking down my back. "Think he can handle both of us?" A dry laugh, then the first woman spat into her palm. The wet sound of her stroking herself made my cock twitch, even as dread coiled in my gut. "He'll learn." The pressure at my entrance increased—relentless, unyielding. I gasped into the concrete as she pushed inside, her fingers working me open with rough efficiency. "Fuck, you're tight," she muttered, twisting deeper. The second woman straddled my back, her thighs framing my ribs. She grabbed a fistful of my hair, wrenching my head up just as the first woman crooked her fingers. A broken noise escaped me. "Good boy," the second woman purred, grinding down against me. "Now take it." Her hand landed on my ass again—stinging, sharp—as the first woman added another finger, stretching me brutally. Their laughter was dark, hungry. "Ready for more?"

The first woman’s blade glinted in the dim light before she dragged it down the back of my shirt, slicing through fabric with a rough tear. Cool air rushed over my skin as the ruined material fell away. The second woman grinned, taking the knife from her and pressing it against my waistband. “Hold still,” she murmured, the blade’s edge teasing along my hip before she cut through denim in one sharp motion. My pants split open, the frayed edges catching on my thighs as she peeled them off, leaving me bare beneath them. The first woman grabbed my wrists, forcing them behind my back. Rope bit into my skin as she lashed them together, the knots tight, unrelenting. “Better,” she said, stepping back to admire her work. “Now we don’t have to worry about you getting ideas.” The second woman straddled me again, her nails dragging down my spine as she leaned close. “Still hard,” she noted, her fingers wrapping around my cock, giving it a rough squeeze. “Guess you really do like this.” A low chuckle from the first woman as she positioned herself behind me, her fingers slick with spit before pressing back inside—deeper this time, twisting, stretching. “Let’s see if he can take what’s next.” The second woman’s grip tightened, her thumb swiping over the head of my cock. “Oh, he will.”

The second woman released my cock with a cruel smirk, pushing off me. The first woman’s fingers slid out of me with a wet sound, leaving me clenching around nothing. "Turn him over," the first woman ordered, yanking my bound arms up. The second woman grabbed my hips, flipping me onto my back with a rough shove. My cock throbbed against my stomach, aching and ignored. The first woman crouched over my face, her thighs framing my vision as she settled her weight against my chest. "Open," she commanded, pressing two fingers against my lips. I parted them reflexively, and she shoved them deep into my mouth. "Taste yourself." The second woman laughed, kneeling beside me, one hand fisting in my hair. "Now be a good slut and show us how desperate you are." The first woman shifted forward, her damp heat hovering just above my mouth. "Lick," she demanded, grinding down. I obeyed, dragging my tongue along her folds, the salt and musk of her flooding my senses. She groaned, rocking against my mouth as the second woman tightened her grip in my hair, forcing me deeper. "Faster," she hissed, her thighs tensing. "Or we'll make it hurt."

The first woman wrenched my head back by the hair, breaking contact as she stood. The second woman grabbed my bound arms, hauling me upright with a sharp jerk. My knees scraped against the rough floor as they dragged me toward the wooden horse in the corner—its narrow ridge polished smooth from use. "Over," the first woman ordered, shoving me face-first across it. The hard edge dug into my hips, forcing my ass up as they looped fresh rope around my thighs and ankles, cinching me tight to the frame. I couldn’t move. The second woman traced a fingertip down my spine, stopping just above the curve of my ass. "Count," she said. The first lash landed with a crack—white-hot pain splitting across my skin. I hissed through clenched teeth. "Louder," the second woman taunted, her palm rubbing the sting before the next strike fell, harder. My back arched, a ragged curse tearing from my throat. The first woman chuckled, her nails digging into my hip. "Good. Now beg for more."

"Please—" I gasped, the word raw as the third lash seared across my flesh. The second woman laughed low in her throat, her fingers gripping my hair again, forcing my spine into a cruel arch. "Please *what*?" she purred, her breath hot against my ear. I could feel the heat of the first woman’s body as she stepped behind me, the flat of the whip trailing teasingly over my throbbing skin. "Use your words, pet." "Please—more," I choked out, my muscles trembling as the leather kissed my skin again, sharper this time. The pain burned bright, sending a shockwave straight to my cock, still trapped beneath me, leaking against the wood. The second woman leaned down, her teeth grazing my shoulder. "That’s it," she murmured. "Take it like you were made for it." The first woman’s grip tightened on the whip handle. "Again. *Louder*." I groaned, my fingers clawing at the rope as another strike landed—and this time, I didn’t hold back the scream.

The stop the whipping, lock a collar on me and shackle me hand and foot. they then take me to a cage and lock me in it

The whip clattered to the floor as the first woman grabbed my collar, the cold metal snapping shut around my throat with a click. The second woman unbuckled the ropes, only to replace them instantly—iron cuffs biting into my wrists, chains dragging my arms tight behind my back. My ankles followed, the heavy links clanking as they forced me to shuffle forward. The cage was small, barely big enough to kneel in. The first woman shoved me inside, my knees hitting the metal grate with a dull thud. The second woman secured the padlock, fingers lingering on the bars as she crouched down to eye level. "Look at you," she murmured, pressing a boot against my thigh through the bars, forcing my legs wider. "All that pretty pain, and still so desperate." My cock twitched, betraying me. The first woman smirked, running a fingertip along the collar. "We’ll let you stew awhile," she said, her nails scraping my jaw. "See how much louder you beg when we come back." The lights dimmed as they walked away, leaving me straining against the cuffs, the cold metal cage pressing into every naked inch of me.