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Cachorro	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 11087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 8

“… I need a break.” Hotch snarled, two hours into the morning slave training. Winters chuckled.

“You do NOT like to be a submissive person.”

“No.” Hotch snapped. “I’m the guy in charge.”

“Not anymore.” Winters said with a grin. “Not if you want your agent back.”

“I know, I know… that’s why I’m still here.” Hotch sighed. He walked across the room and checked his cell phone, as he did on every break. He frowned. He had a missed call from an unknown number, and a voicemail. He put the phone to his ear.

“… Aaron… It’s Spencer…” Hotch froze, eyes wide. His mouth fell open. Winters blinked. “I… I’m sorry… I don’t know what to say…” Hotch closed his eyes with a pained expression on his face when he heard the slight hysterical laugh. “I wish I could give you whatever information you need to find me… I… I really need you to find me, Hotch… I need you…” Hotch felt tears coming to his own eyes when he heard Reid sniffle and suppress a sob… his throat tightened and his insides twisted. “I really need you to get me out of here, Aaron… I don’t know how much longer I can hold on…” Hotch slowly sat down, closing his eyes. Winters could clearly see the grief on Hotch’s face. “Um… We’re in the Amazon rainforest… It’s a two story house and I can see the river from the terrace. And uh… I dunno… I… I just wanna go home, I… Aaron, I wanna go home!” Hotch lifted a shaking hand to his mouth as he fought back the tears of helpless frustration. But he lost the battle at the whispered “I miss you…”

His eyes snapped open when he heard a bang. He heard Reid let out a startled cry and a loud clatter; the boy had dropped the phone. All was quiet then for several long seconds, other than the frightened panting of his subordinate.

“… Please… Master… please, I... I just…” Hotch’s eyes narrowed and the lion in his chest roared in fury as he heard the boy pleading, and calling the man ‘Master’. But his heart was now clenched in fear… Dear God what had the man done to his mate when he caught him with the phone?! Would he have to listen to it? He held his breath as he heard a commotion. There was a thud and Reid cried out in pain, and then made a choking sound, followed by a groan of pain. Then came another yelp and a crash and then—

*beep*

The recording ended.

Fifteen minutes later, Garcia was in tears as she listened to the voicemail, and the rest of the team stood around her. JJ was covering her mouth with her hands and Prentiss winced at every cry. Morgan was looking murderous and Rossi looked grim.

“… Hotch?” The veteran profiler called.

“I’m here.” Hotch answered. The team glanced around at each other. They all heard the ragged tone in his voice.

“I’m sorry you had to listen to that again.” Rossi said.

“Don’t be. At least I know that he’s alive.” Hotch responded. “Garcia, put that through a filter, see if you can pick up anything in the background. Do we have anything on the house?”

“I have a map of Manaus…” Prentiss called. “And we’ve located the Zapata Estate. Garcia got us satellite images of the house, but…”

“I have NO blueprints, sir. No maps of the house… nothing. It’s old, sir. I’ve looked into the kind of structure that it is, and… sir, don’t be surprised if it has secret rooms and passages.” They heard Hotch sigh.

“Well… Winters is going to get me in. I’ll learn as much of the house as I can and I will lead the raid.”

“sir…” Garcia gasped. “What… what will Coronado do to Reid?”

“I’m putting you on speaker.” Hotch said, then repeated Garcia’s question. “What will he do to Reid?”

“Oh boy…” They heard Jeff Winters sigh. “Any number of things… beat him… starve him… rape him… lock him in the dark… Um… he may even… break his fingers or remove his tongue for daring to call for help…”

“Oh my God…” Garcia cried, hands flying up to her face as tears fell from her eyes at the thought of her baby unable to speak, ever again.

“Will he kill him?” Morgan asked.

“No.” Winters responded. “Cachorro is his trophy slave. There are only three ways his slaves die by his hand. Either he gives up on them and considers them hopeless and therefore worthless and cuts their throat… the slave refuses to break and dies fighting… or they give up on themselves and just… fade.”

“Cachorro is his trophy slave. He will do anything to break him and make him the slave he wants.”

Reid sat in the corner of the damp, cold cell, curled up tightly as he tried to stay warm. But he was naked, and wet… And he was frightened… the room was pitch black, as before, and he knew that when Coronado came for him, it would be to punish him.

And come for him he did.

The door opened and Reid slowly looked up, eyes wide in fear. Coronado stood there, eyes sharp and angry.

“… Who did you call?” The man demanded, his voice dangerously quiet. Reid swallowed thickly, his shivering growing more violent. He leaned further back into the corner and lowered his eyes to the floor. Suddenly, he was jerked to his feet by a harsh hand in his hair. “WHO DID YOU CALL?!”

“Ahh!” Reid cried, clawing at the hand. “P-Please...”

“WHO DID YOU CALL?!”

“No one!” Reid cried, then yelped as he was backhanded to the floor.

“WHO DID YOU CALL?!”

“No one!” Reid gasped.

“Aguilo. Jaguar.” Coronado snarled, and the two men slipped past the man and dragged Reid to his feet. Reid struggled half heartedly, whimpering.

“Please… I’m sorry…”

“Hold your tongue.” Coronado snarled. “You know the rules. You will not speak unless spoken to. And when you do speak, you will give me a proper answer.” They climbed up out of the cellar and Reid was dragged onto the grounds of the house. The front drive was lined with lamp posts. Paloma was waiting, smirking and holding a large coil of rope. Reid grunted as he was shoved to his knees in the middle of the front drive. He nervously eyed the look of pleasure on Paloma’s face as she bound the rope around his left wrist, while Aguilo bound the right. The ends of the ropes were wound around the tops of the lampposts on either side of Reid and they were pulled tight. He winced as his arms were pulled straight out to the side.

“Now then.” Coronado said as the slaves moved away from the unfortunate Cachorro. “Who were you calling?”

“… No one.” Reid gasped. Then, he heard a sharp whistle, followed by a loud CRACK! He jumped, eyes widening. He knew that sound… Coronado was wielding a whip.

“Care to try again?” Coronado asked.

“Please… Master, please don’t!” Reid cried, shaking his head desperately. “Please…”

There was a hiss, and then a sharp crack. Paloma’s lips curled up and her eyes gleamed as Cachorro arched forwards, throwing his head back with a shrill scream. The dirtied white shirt on his back fell open in an even slice, revealing the red line on his skin that the whip had left behind.

“Do not speak unless you answer the question!” Coronado snarled. “Now answer me!” Reid, his body shaking, bowed his head and remained silent. Coronado growled and swung his arm about, the whip whistling through the air before once again slicing through Reid’s shirt and skin with a crack, bringing forth another shriek from the boy. The whip lashed across the captive agent’s back four more times. On the last lash, the young man slumped over, limp, held up solely by the ropes around his wrists.

“Jaguar.” Coronado said, and the slave hurried forward. He lifted Reid’s head by the hair and looked down at his tear streaked face. Then he let go. Coronado watched his Cachorro’s head drop. Jaguar shook his head; Cachorro had passed out. Coronado snorted and coiled his whip, turning and heading for the house, deciding that he could use a cold beer. Reid was left where he was, unconscious on the front drive.

Coronado returned after lunch. Paloma followed, lugging a bucket of icy water. She picked it up and heaved it, sloshing the water all over Reid. She relished his startled gasp and coughs as he was jerked awake and immediately started struggling against the ties binding him, whimpering in pain.

“Good afternoon Cachorro.” Coronado said, standing before Reid. Slowly, the youth raised his head and stared up at the man in fear. “We are going to try things again.” And Reid’s eyes fell to the coiled whip in the man’s hand. Coronado casually strolled about to stand behind Reid again. “Who did you call?” Reid winced and lowered his head.

“… Hotch.” He murmured.

“… Hotch?”

“… Agent Hotchner.” Reid admitted. Coronado’s eyes flashed in anger.

“What did you tell him?!”

“Nothing.” Reid said, then let out a scream as the whip lashed over his back again.

“WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM?!”

“NOTHING!!!” Reid cried. “He didn’t answer!!!”

“I heard you talking!”

“I… I got the voicemail.” Reid cried, wincing at the pain.

“Did you leave a message?”

“… Yes.”

“What did you say?” Coronado demanded.

“… I… I told him that I miss him…” Reid cried. “And I want him to come take me home!” A moment later, another red line was added to the seven others criss-crossing his back. “AAAAH!!! I SWEAR!!!” Reid cried, writhing in pain. “I swear! I don’t know where we are! I told him I was in a house in the jungle! That’s it! I don’t know anything else, I couldn’t TELL HIM anything else! I promise! Please!!!” Coronado stared down at the boy, then pulled a knife. He sawed through the ropes, then seized Reid’s hair and dragged him towards the house.

But they didn’t go in; Coronado dragged Reid around the house and to the back yard. An old rusted chain was wrapped about a tree, and Coronado clipped it onto Reid’s collar. Then he turned and walked away. Reid watched him go, then slowly, whimpering at every move, he stripped off his shirt and stretched out on his stomach in the grass, trembling at the burning pain covering his back. In the afternoon, around lunch time, it began to rain. Reid hissed at the sting, but soon relaxed; the cool rain water soothed the welts on his back. Reid knew that he was lucky… Coronado must REALLY know how to swing a whip to leave him with painful welts, but not break the skin…

An hour after the rain stopped, Reid heard footsteps. He lifted his head and turned, watching Paloma walking over with a bowl in each hand. She stopped when she reached him and sneered down at him with a look of disdain.

“Just so you know… If it were up to me, I would let you die right where you lay. But Master is insisting.” She set the bowls down. One had water in it, the other table scraps from lunch. Then she stood again and narrowed her eyes. “I know you’re a snake. You may fool Master, but you won’t fool me. As long as you’re alive, you’re too dangerous to keep.”

Suddenly, her eyes flashed and she lunged forwards, wrapping a hand around Reid’s neck, cutting off his breath. Reid gasped in surprise and stared at her. “I told him he should slit your pretty throat and throw you in the river. Let me tell you right now… if you do anything to hurt him, punishment be damned, I will kill you myself.” And then she shoved Reid away and stood. She looked him over, then spat on him and stalked away. Reid watched her go, eyes wide in shock.

“… She’s crazy…” Reid breathed to himself, rubbing his neck where her fingers were. Then he reached for the food bowl and pulled it towards him. He eyed the scraps in distaste, but he was so hungry… He nibbled on some apple slices and the remains of a roast beef sandwich. When he looked at the water bowl, he frowned… the edges of the bowl were wide… Reid realized he wouldn’t be able to drink from it like a cup, the water would spill all over him. To drink it, he would have to drink like a dog… the profiler in him told him that this was intentional.

Coronado watched him from the window of the library as he lapped at the water in the bowl and ate the meager amount of food. He heard the door open behind him.

“Paloma.”

“Master?”

“Was it really necessary to frighten my Cachorro?”

“… Yes.” Paloma snarled, and Coronado chuckled.

“I let you get away with too much.” The man said.

“Probably.”

“I appreciate your honesty, Paloma.”

“You’re very welcome, Master.” Paloma purred. Coronado raised an eyebrow and turned at the sultry purr in the girl’s voice. She gave him a suggestive smile. The man chuckled and followed her out of the library and headed to the bedroom. They passed Aguilo and Jaguar on the way.

“Do me a favor…” Coronado said, and the pair looked at him. “Please relieve some… stress with Cachorro. Remind him of his place.” And then he slipped into his bedroom with Paloma.

Aguilo and Jaguar glanced at each other, then grinned. As one, they bolted, each trying to get in front of the other while shoving the other back, laughing and verbally jabbing at one another, thundering down the stairs and out onto the grounds.

Reid watched the male slaves as they made their way across the lawn, boisterously shouting and laughing and shoving one another. But then, Reid realized… they both had their eyes on him. His own eyes widened as they charged towards him, and he backed around the tree. But a moment later he was tackled to the ground with a yelp as Jaguar ran around the right side of the tree, and Aguilo around the left.

Reid shouted and struggled as his pants were stripped away and the two young men touched him all over, fondling his genitals and holding his legs wide apart, stroking over his thighs and abdomen, playing with his nipples. Aguilo silenced the boy with his own mouth.

Coronado watched the young men ravage his Cachorro from the terrace while he himself fingered Paloma, who was gasping and moaning loudly.

Down on the grass under the tree, Reid had let out a pained cry when he had fallen to the ground on his back. Aguilo and Jaguar had taken pity on him and helped him up, Aguilo gently brushing dirt off of Reid’s back, and then using his water bowl to soothe the welts.

Coronado could hear the boy pleading with the other two slaves as he was moved to his hands and knees, and Aguilo took his place behind Cachorro while Jaguar knelt before him. His mouth was forced open and Jaguar slid his erection into the boy’s mouth while Aguilo entered him from behind. Coronado smirked in pleasure, watching Aguilo and Jaguar fucking Cachorro from both ends, then turned and guided Paloma back into the bedroom so that he could fuck her…

Out on the grounds, Reid groaned as Aguilo reached beneath him and began pumping his length.

“The sooner you get used to this…” Jaguar said in rough English, “The easier things will be for you.” Reid sobbed around the other’s length, then choked as Jaguar thrust his erection down Reid’s throat. “Stop whining…” The slave snorted. Reid whimpered, then cried out as he found his own release. Then Jaguar withdrew his length, gave it a couple of harsh tugs and then released. Reid gasped in startled horror as the man’s semen splattered over his face. Then Aguilo groaned and flooded Reid’s inner channel with his own fluids before withdrawing. The pair stood over Cachorro.

“… He looks good like that.” Jaguar chuckled, and Aguilo grinned as tears ran down Reid’s face, and the young man swiped his fist over his cheek, wiping away some of the semen from his skin. He watched Aguilo and Jaguar gather their clothes and head to the pool, leaving him on the ground, trembling. With shaking hands, Reid cleaned his face with the last of the water from his water dish, then curled up against the tree he was chained to and cried.

Rossi looked up at the knock on his office door. It opened before he could tell them to enter.

“… Erin.” Rossi greeted, standing when Strauss walked in.

“It’s all set up.” She told him, and Rossi blinked. “It took some doing, but the Brazilian government is on board. You can fly in whenever you are ready. You have the cooperation of the local Manaus government. They have approved Agent Hotchner going in undercover and confirming Agent Reid’s presence. Once they have confirmation, when you are ready to raid the residence, they will give you backup.”

“… Thank you. That’s good news.” Rossi said, nodding to her. “I’m gathering the team.”

“Is there anything else you need?”

“… No. We’re picking Hotch up and heading down as soon as we can.” Rossi said. “Thank you…” And he hurried out. “Emily. Morgan.” He called, and the two looked up at him. “It’s time to go get Hotch.”

“I’ll get JJ.” Emily said.

“No. Not this time. She can’t come with us on this one.” Rossi said, shaking his head.

“Why not?” JJ demanded from the doorway.

“I wanna come too!” Garcia announced.

“Absolutely not.” Strauss said firmly, folding her arms. “You two will stay here.”

“Why?!” JJ demanded.

“Because Agent Rossi said so.” Strauss said.

Hotch was on his knees, hand behind him, eyes to the floor. Winters stalked around him. The man opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted by the ringing of a phone. Hotch stumbled to his feet and pounced on the thing.

“Hotchner… What’s going on? Really? Okay, good. Just in time. Right. We’ll meet you at the air strip.” And he hung up.

“Good news?” Winters said.

“The Brazilian Government is going to work with us. We’re cleared to head down there tonight.”

“Good.” Winters said. “Perfect timing. I was going to discuss this with you at dinner, but we only have a few days. We have to leave today or tomorrow to make it to Arturo’s little… House party.”

“… I can’t thank you enough for doing this.” Hotch said, staring at the man. Winters smiled sadly.

“I’m just sorry that I need to. As I’ve told you… I believe that a Master-Slave relationship should be voluntary.” Winters said. He and Hotch both turned when the door opened and a young, nineteen year old girl poked her head in.

“I’m back, Master!” She announced needlessly, readjusting her backpack.

“How was school, Courtney?” Winters asked.

“Okay. College Algebra sucks… And I think I’m gonna need help with my Astronomy Homework… I didn’t know there would be math… I always thought ‘Astronomical Equations’ meant a really hard math problem… I didn’t know it was LITERALLY an Astronomy math problem…”

Winters and Hotch both chuckled as the red head wrinkled her nose in annoyance over her homework.

“Alright, I’ll help you with your homework.”

“… Could Mr. Hotchner help me with my psych homework? I know you have to pack for your trip, Master…” Courtney purred suggestively, openly eyeing Hotch up and down, then giving the man a saucy wink. Hotch raised his eyebrows and Winters laughed.

“Courtney!” He cried, playfully. “Away with you, naughty child! He’s a Federal Agent here on business!!!”

“… I like THAT kind of business…” Courtney giggled. “Agent Hotchner… you could arrest me… handcuff me… and then frisk me while reading me my rights… Maybe do a strip search and then… maybe a body cavity search?” Hotch’s eyes widened in shock at the brazen red head.

“Courtney!!!” Winters howled.

“Aww… did I earn myself a spanking?”

“Possibly!”

“… Can Agent Hotchner administer my punishment?”

“SCAMP!” Winters cried, running at the door. “TEASE!!! VILE TEMPTRESS!!!” The girl burst into giggles and fled down the hall. Winters closed the door and turned back to Hotch. “I apologize for her deplorable behavior.”

“Not at all…” Hotch chuckled. “I know you can’t control her.” He grinned at the look of dismay on Winter’s face. Courtney had been hitting on Hotch all week, despite all of Winter’s attempts to get her to knock it off.

“… For that, you DO get to help her with her homework while I pack!” Winters cried, and left the room in. Hotch grinned and shook his head, then froze when he heard a loud “YES!!!” from Courtney, who then burst into the room and pounced the man. And for the rest of the afternoon, he tried to help the girl with her homework while fending off wandering hands.
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