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Trafficking	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 9354 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Reid sighed. They had been out at sea for a couple of days. Reid and his captors found out very quickly that in this small boat, under the deck, Reid got sea sick. But for some reason, he was fine while up on deck. So he was allowed to stay up there as long as he was supervised. He even slept up there. It was warm, so he didn’t need blankets. The cool night breeze was pleasant and the rocking was soothing. If it weren’t for his overall situation, Reid would have enjoyed himself.

But then, one morning, Reid awoke to a buzz of activity. Sitting up and blinking into the morning sun, he saw that there was another boat approaching. It was much larger…

His gut congealed. This must be the buyer.

A moment later, he was seized by Isaac and dragged below deck and tossed into the shower. With the man snarling at him to hurry, he quickly bathed and was then dragged away. He was given a pair of tight black vinyl pants. It was a bit difficult to wriggle into them, and he wasn’t too thrilled with how low on his hips they hung. Then he was given a simple white button up shirt, but Isaac didn’t give him a chance to do up any of the buttons. He wrapped leather cuffs around Reid’s wrists, binding them together behind his back, then fit a thick black leather collar around his neck. Reid glared at him the whole time. The man mussed up his wet hair a bit, making it look wild and unruly rather than just plastered down to his head, and then he dragged him back onto the deck.

Andrew Cane stood there. A man stood across the table from him. There was a briefcase on the table between them, standing open. It was filled with neatly packaged United States Currency.

“I’m sure you want to inspect the merchandise right away.” Cane was saying.

“Si.” Said the other man. “I would like that very much.” He spoke with a thick accent.

Cane smirked. “Here he is.” The man turned.

He was tall and well built with tanned skin, dark eyes and long dark wavy hair, pulled back neatly at the base of his neck. He laid eyes on Reid and sensual lips tugged themselves into a smirk. His eyes glittered as they followed a droplet of water… it dripped from Reid’s hair and ran down his neck, down his chest and over his abdomen before slipping under the waistband of his pants. The man smirked at that, then lifted his eyes and stared into Reid’s face. Reid swallowed, nervously, and stared the man down.

The man held Reid’s gaze for a long time before slowly looking him up and down. Reid fought not to squirm. He felt as though he was being molested by the man’s unnerving gaze. After a few moments, the man looked him in the eyes again. His gaze never wavering, he spoke.

“You have the proof I asked for?”

“I do.” Cane said, and held out a familiar wallet. He placed it into the man’s outstretched hand. The man finally looked down again and flipped it open, staring at Reid’s credentials.

“Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid…” He read, letting the words roll elegantly off of his tongue. “Behavioral Analysis Unit of the Federal Bureau of Investigation of the United States of America. That is… quite the title.” He closed the wallet and slid it into his pocket, then slowly approached Reid, the heels of his boots sharp and clear as he walked across the deck. He stopped right before Reid, looming over him. Reid swallowed again, holding his unsettling gaze, though he did lean into Isaac a bit. That smirk was still in place on the man’s lips.

“Do you know who I am, cachorro?” Reid said nothing. “I am Arturo Coronado. And I am your master, now.” Reid narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw. The man’s smirk broadened to a grin. “You do not look happy, little one.” Reid did not respond. Amused, the man reached out and took Reid’s chin in his fingers. Snarling, Reid jerked away. “… Fiery.” The man chuckled, then seized Reid’s jaw in a harsh grip. Reid tried to jerk away, but a moment later their faces were inches apart. “I will beat that out of you.” Reid glared back, then lunged. The man jerked his hand back as Reid’s teeth snapped together viciously only an inch from his fingers. The man stared at him in surprise, then began to chuckle. “It will be fun to break you, cachorro.”

“Better than you have tried.” Reid hissed, eyes blazing. Coronado’s grin broadened… he was pleased.

“... It will be very fun. It will be a challenge, but I will break you. And when you break… you will break hard…”

And he turned and snapped his fingers. Two men stepped forward and took Reid’s arms, forcing him across the deck of the yacht and over to the gang plank that spanned the water between the vessels. Reid didn’t bother to struggle. Even if he got away from them, where would he go?

“Cane.” He said as he passed the man. “Enjoy the money while you can.” He glared at him. “My team will bring you in.”

“They will try.” Cane said with a satisfied smile. “But I do not plan to return to the States for a while. Goodbye.” And he watched as Reid was taken aboard the other vessel. And minutes later, they were drifting away.

The team looked down out of the windows of the helicopter to the large Coast Guard vessel they were dropping towards. Skillfully, the pilot landed on the helipad, and the team disembarked.

Hotch shook hands with the man waiting to greet them. “Captain. I’m SSA Aaron Hothchner, FBI.”

“Welcome aboard, sir.” The man said with a nod. “We’re tracking the vessel in question. We’ll catch up but it will take us about 12 to 15 hours.”

“Make it twelve.” Hotch growled as they descended from the helipad.

“Sir. May I ask why we’re chasing down a citizen of El Salvador?” Hotch looked at the man, then pulled out the case file. He opened it and showed the captain the picture of Reid on his knees, gagged, blindfolded, handcuffed, looking like a sex slave.

“Coronado just purchased this young man from an Andrew Cane. He was abducted a week ago.”

“… Dear God…” The captain breathed, staring at the photo in horror.

“His name is SSA Dr. Spencer Reid. He’s one of my Agents. He’s a part of this team.” Hotch growled. The captain stared at him.

“… Twelve hours it is, sir.” He gasped, then turned and made his way to the bridge.

Reid was dragged down to a dark room far below the deck. He shuddered when he saw the contents. It was like a bondage dungeon. In addition to a large bed, there was a rack… a cross… a stirrup chair… a sex swing hanging from the ceiling in the corner… different kinds of restraints were hung up on the left wall. A large armoire sat against the far wall. Reid didn’t want to know what was in it… Hanging on the wall beside it were paddles, riding crops, whips and several other things to strike someone with… Beside that were bondage uniforms… masks, gloves, collars, harnesses… And then gags of every kind. Different sized ball gags, bits, ring gags, and some that were tongue or phallic shaped. In the far corner was what looked almost like an electric chair, but on the seat of it was a large phallus. Reid winced and looked away from it.

Coronado opened the armoire, and Reid stared in horror. It was filled with an obscene variety of sex toys. Ben-Wa balls, dildos, vibrators, cock rings… all in different styles and sizes…

“You are pale, Cachorro.” Coronado purred. “This is going to be your home until I feel you are suited to your new role.” He grabbed Reid by the back of the neck and forced him into the middle of the room then shoved him down onto his knees. There was a ring drilled into the floor with a twelve inch chain on it. He grabbed the chain and clipped it to Reid’s collar. Then he crossed the room and took a length of chain down. He clipped it to a ring on the ceiling, and then jerked Reid’s arms up. Reid grunted and tried to stand on his knees, but the chain on the collar kept him kneeling, hunched over. And then he was left alone.

“How are we doing?” Hotch asked, walking onto the bridge.

“Four, five hours Agent Hotchner.” The captain said. “We’re making better time than I anticipated.”

“When we get there, we need to move fast.” Hotch said. “If he knows we’re on board…”

“Hotch.” Rossi said. “He just paid half a million for Reid. He won’t kill him.”

“How do we know?” Hotch asked.

“Well… we don’t for sure.” Rossi admitted. “But statistically…” He trailed off and shrugged.

“This man could be doing anything to him…”

“Aaron. Stay strong. We’ll bring him home.”

Reid was actually grateful when Coronado returned. His body was crying in protest at being kept in such a position for so long. When his hands were released he yelped, then groaned. His arms were hurting, and he could barely move them. Coronado knelt, and a moment later Reid found himself blindfolded before being lifted into the man’s arms.

“D-Don’t.” Reid groaned, and began thrashing. Coronado chuckled and tightened his hold on Reid. A moment later, he was laid down on a flat table. His arms were jerked down on either side of the table and cuffed to the sides. Reid winced and squirmed.

“We are going to have your first lesson now. You belong to me, Cachorro. Every inch of you…” And fingers trailed down Reid’s chest.

“Stop.”

“Shhhh… I am your master. You do not speak unless spoken to.”

“I am a Federal Agent!”

“Not anymore, little one.” Coronado replied. Reid tensed when he felt the man’s hands on his pants.

“… Don’t.” He gasped. Coronado said nothing. He unbuttoned the pants, then slowly slid the zipper down. Reid clenched his fists. “Please…”

“Better. Asking nicely will help you get what you want. But not this time.” And he peeled the pants off of Reid’s body, leaving him naked. Coronado stared at him. “… Not bad.”

“Stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop looking at me…” Reid hissed. The man chuckled again.

“You have a nice body, Cachorro. Do not be ashamed of it.” And then there was a hand on his ankle.

“… W-What are you doing?!” Reid gasped as his leg was lifted and bent at the knee. A moment later, his foot was placed into a stirrup, and his heart began to pound. “What are you… please… don’t… please…” He began to gasp as his foot was strapped there. Coronado ignored him and placed the other foot in the other stirrup, then folded down the end of the table that the boy’s legs had been resting on. Reid shuddered when the man ran his hands up the insides of Reid’s legs. The boy whimpered and squirmed, beginning to tremble. A hand pressed against his inner thigh. A moment later, Coronado chuckled. Reid winced. The man was feeling his femoral artery… his rapid pulse. He could feel that Reid was frightened.

A moment later, he fastened straps around Reid’s legs right above his knees and then linked them with a spreader bar, keeping his knees, and therefore his thighs, spread wide. Reid took a deep shaky breath. He could feel his face turning red. He had never felt so… open and exposed. Vulnerable. He felt like he had just been laid out as a sacrificial lamb…

“We are going to learn that everything comes from your master.” The man hissed. “Food. Water. Pleasure…” Reid gasped when fingers trailed over his length, teasingly.

“Don’t… please…” Reid begged.

“Be silent.”

“No! Let me go!” Reid shouted, beginning to struggle. “I don’t want this!”

“What you want does not matter.”

“I am NOT your slave!” Reid cried.

“I will not tolerate attitude, Cachorro.”

“Fuck you!” Reid snapped. Coronado was silent, and then Reid heard him moving across the room. He heard him moving around the room, and dread filled the young agent… He knew that his captor was gathering equipment. A few minutes later, he heard Coronado return to his side.

“I tire of your stubborn mouth.” The man drawled, then gripped Reid’s jaw in his hand. He forced his mouth open and shoved a tongue gag between his teeth, buckling it around Reid’s head. The boy grunted his displeasure, and a moment later, Coronado turned it on. The gag, which was indeed shaped like a tongue, began to move realistically. Reid squeaked in shock.

“Shush, Cachorro. Now the pleasure begins.” The man hissed. Reid whined and shook his head pleadingly. Coronado ignored him, turning and looking over his tools. He smirked and began…
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