Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: RebelmanWrites.com
|Introduction: Jimmy returns to unlock the mysteries of his previous school year|
The Little Black Book of Blackmail
This is the second half of Owning a Dominant Bitch. If you haven’t read that one this story may be confusing.
Chapter 1 - Summer is Over
Jab, jab, right hook then a quick step to the left. My opponent countered with a quick jab of his own and popped me square in the head with a right as I moved. My head spun and I instinctively backed away only to be stopped by the corner of the ring. The punches came in bunches now, fast and hard to both my body and head to the point I thought there was more than one person beating on me.
Ding! The bell rang and the assault stopped, but I stayed against the ropes heaving for breath. I was pissed that I allowed myself to get into this situation and it wasn’t the first time over the last few weeks.
“Boy,” Smitty bellowed from the middle of the ring, “you better get your head out your ass and concentrate on what is going on in front of you!” I simply nodded in agreement because I knew he was right.
“Look,” he said using a softer voice, “she’s in college, not dead. Give her a call and get your head straight. Life doesn’t stop just because your girl is at school in another state.” He pulled off his gloves and moved to the side of the ring and stepped out onto the apron. “Or, I could just keep whipping your ass every day until I knock her memory out of you.”
I smiled at that. He was a good friend and I really enjoyed being at the gym the last month. It took my mind off Katy being gone but I was still distracted. I didn’t have the same drive as when I started and my training had suffered. I decided to call it a day and headed home.
Brittany fumed as she stood behind the counter as the freshman from school tried to make up his mind as to which death burger he would get. Ever since Jimmy had made her take the job at the fast food place she had loathed it. She would have been happier at the strip club where Wendy had made her work during the summer than to be demeaned by serving snot nosed high school kids.
Jimmy knew how to push her buttons and the job was just one thing he had done. The other was to never fuck her. He had been with his queen bitch Katy until a few weeks before school started and Brittany was certain he would show an interest in her once the bitch left for college. It hadn’t happened though, and she was extremely frustrated with his ability to resist her charms.
“Hey,” the boy in front of her snapped, “did you get that?”
“I’m sorry,” she said politely as she could, “what did you say?” The boy repeated his order and Brittany struggled to keep her tongue in check. She had made the mistake of snapping at the customers before and it had turned out badly.
Last week Cindy Worrel had come into the Big Burger after hearing Brittany had taken a job there. Cindy was not one to pass a chance to humiliate a rival and she goaded the other girl into a verbal sparring match that Wally overheard.
“What’s going on here?” the manager had demanded.
“Your employee is rude!” Cindy had said as she pretended to be offended by Brittany’s comments.
“She’s a lying bitch!” Brittany had blurted out and immediately realized she had been led into a trap as Cindy smiled broadly.
“Get to my office,” Wally bellowed. She turned and walked slowly towards the back room as he offered free food and coupons to make up for Brittany’s behavior.
It took ten minutes for Wally to get to the office and Brittany nervously wrung her hands as she waited. It occurred to her that getting fired would be fantastic but knew Jimmy was too smart for that. He would figure out a way to get Wally to keep her working at this horrible dive. Finally the door banged open and the huge black man pushed his way around the small desk and dropped heavily into his chair.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked. Not waiting for an answer he launched into a tirade of customer service jargon and clichés as his voice got higher and higher. Finally he seemed to be winding down and suddenly stopped. “I should fire you right now.”
Brittany’s hopes rose and she sat up in her chair. “…but Jimmy has convinced me that you will do anything to keep your job rather than work for your nanny Maria.”
She froze in terror at the statement. Jimmy was sending her a message that Maria would be in charge if she lost this job and that would be much more horrifying than working here. Her nanny was from somewhere in Cuba or Venezuela or some other backward country that regularly tortured and killed for no reason. She was Maria had picked up a few tricks along the way in the art of creating suffering. Since Brittany had blackmailed her last year, the older woman had many reasons to use her skills on the young girl.
“I will do anything you ask,” she said quickly.
“Anything?” Wally asked with a raised eyebrow. Brittany didn’t like the tone but she had no choice.
“I will do anything you ask if I can keep my job.” Wally nodded and opened a drawer and placed a banana and a large spatula on the desk. She looked blankly at the items before her and Wally smiled.
“The other girls haven’t told you about this, have they?” She shook her head and he laughed. “Take that skirt off and drop your panties.” Brittany simply removed the skirt and stood quietly as Wendy never allowed her to wear panties anymore. She held her hands in front of her crotch and blushed deeply.
“Move your hands and let me see what we have to work with.” Slowly, she moved her hands to her sides to reveal neatly trimmed pubic hair that made the word SLUT just above her slit. Wendy had found the idea in Brittany’s book and had made her keep it trimmed this way ever since.
“Damn!” Wally laughed again, “You’re my kind of girl!” He picked up the spatula and moved around to where she stood as Brittany cowered against the wall. He roughly grabbed her shoulder and pushed her over the desk making her ass stick up as an inviting target. He didn’t warn her, he just began spanking her ass in long sweeping arcs that left bright red welts.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Brittany cried out in pain as the sound of her punishment reverberated around the small office. She was crying freely now and didn’t know if she could take it much longer. Wally continued to swing the heavy spatula until the girls entire ass was crisscrossed with whelps that mirrored the pattern of the utensil.
Finally, the beating stopped and the only sound in the room was Wally’s heavy breathing and Brittany’s quiet sobs. She started to get up but a huge hand on her back stopped her from moving from the bent over position.
“We’re not finished yet,” Wally said as he picked up the banana. Brittany craned her neck to see what he had in mind but it didn’t take much in the ay of imagination to figure out where the fruit would be going. The big man quickly pulled off the peel and unceremoniously shoved it into her small pussy. She let out a yelp in surprise but didn’t move for fear of getting more of the spatula.
“You’re going to keep that inside for the rest of the day,” Wally grinned, “and any of it that falls out you will eat it.” Brittany shuddered and the banana began to slip out of her. She quickly tensed her muscles and the makeshift phallus stopped moving. She began to gingerly get up but was stopped again.
“This is for decoration,” he laughed. Keeping one giant hand on the small of her back he held the banana peel with the inside out and began to work the stalk end up her ass.
“Please stop!” Brittany groaned as the stalk was pushed into her. Wally popped the first few inches into her and left the rest of the peel dangling from her asshole before releasing his grip and allowing her to stand.
Brittany was shaking as she tried to adjust to this new humiliation. Any movement made the banana shift and she could also feel the peel hanging from her and touching the back of her thighs. She pulled her short skirt back on and was shocked to find the peel actually hung several inches below the hem.
“I can’t work at the front counter like this,” she exclaimed, “Everyone will see it!”
“You’re working the back the rest of the day,” Wally smiled, “I’m sure the other girls won’t be offended by your punishment. None of them like you anyways.” Brittany hung her head as the manager opened the door and waited for her to walk out.
The rest of the shift she struggled to keep the banana in place as the other girls bumped into her and made lurid comments about her predicament. After several hours of squeezing to keep the banana in place it began to squash within her and she could no longer hold it inside. Small pieces began to work their way out and Wally was there when the first part fell to the floor between her legs.
“Pick it up,” Wally commanded. She bent down and picked up the piece of banana off the floor as her tormenter looked on. Several of the other girls were behind him, watching the drama unfold while giggling to each other.
“We don’t waste food here,” Wally grinned, “eat it.” Brittany studied the small chunk of fruit and could clearly see her juices on it. Under the managers watchful eye she downed the piece as quickly as possible in hopes of not gagging. It didn’t work though, and the small crowd broke out in laughter as her facial expressions gave away how disgusted she was with her task.
The rest of the day continued much the same way. A small part of the banana would fall from her pussy and Wally would be there in an instant to watch her consume it. She began to feel queasy from eating the nasty fruit and was relieved when the restaurant finally closed.
“Where is the rest of it?” Wally asked her.
“The rest of what?” Brittany asked confused.
“The banana, where is the rest of it?” The humiliated girl blushed brightly and hung her head. She realized he wanted her to push the last remaining bits out of her pussy and eat it in front of everyone. She looked up at him with pleading eyes but Wally was obviously turned on by the situation.
“Please don’t make me…” her voice trailed off as she begged to no avail. Finally relenting, she squatted in front of the staff and began pushing the final pieces out of her pussy while catching them in her hand. She steeled her nerve and ate the rest of the juice covered banana while the girls of the staff made gagging noises and laughed at her predicament.
“Doesn’t feel so good when you’re the one being pushed around does it?” Brittany wheeled around to find Jimmy watching her from a few feet away. Her face flushed a hotter color of red as she realized he had been there the entire time. He had something in his hand, and when she focused it became clear what it was. It was her little black notebook and he was showing her a page that was titled, Humiliate the Bitch at Her Job. There were notes and a few diagrams of her ideas and she could see the correlation of her recent embarrassment to what she had written.
Jimmy took out a pen and wrote COMPLETED in large letters across the paper and closed the book. “Only 98 pages to go,” he said ruefully before turning and walking out the door.
Chapter 2 – Bad News
I stood quietly, leaning against the ring as several other guys stepped into the gym. It was only 4 pm and there were several people being greeted by Smitty as the rest of the small group waited. He shook a few more hands and then moved to the first step of the ring to address us.
“I want to thank you for coming,” he started in an ominous voice that made me cringe, “I wanted to tell you guys first, before you heard about it through the grape vine. I’m going to have to close the gym.” There was a collective groan but no one really seemed surprised, including my self.
“The owner of the buildings is going to put them up for sale in the next few weeks,” Smitty explained, “and I can’t afford to buy them so, I’m going to shut down at the end of the month.” He choked up a bit as he finished the sentence and I felt a sudden feeling of dread wash over me as the full impact of his speech hit home.
Looking around the room I counted nine guys plus myself. Based on the number, I could understand why he wouldn’t be able to keep it going. He needed a new customer base rather than just the hardcore fighters but the gym wasn’t really set up for anything else.
One by one, the group moved to offer condolences and then left the building until it was only me and Smitty. “Sucks,” I said simply.
“Yes it does,” Smitty smiled, “it’s been a great place for many years. I just wish there was a way to keep it going.” I nodded quietly as I looked around the gym.
“What if I can figure something out?” I asked suddenly. “Maybe get some new customers or…” my voice trailed off as I tried to come up with a solution.
“Don’t worry about it,” the big man said softly, “every business has their day and this one was years ago. You concentrate on school and you’ll be fine.” We talked a few more minutes but he didn’t seem interested in trying to save the gym. I think he felt he had done everything he could and there was nothing remaining to try.
I left the gym and headed straight for the twins house. They were on the football team and I thought they may be able to put in a word with the other guys and get some more clients for Smitty.
I pulled up to the garage by their parent’s house and went around to the side door. Normally, I would have thought a secret knock was stupid, but the twins had a legitimate reason for having one. I knocked on the door three times, waited, and then knocked twice more. A few seconds later there was the sound of several deadbolts turning and then the door swung open. I stepped inside and the door was quickly shut behind me.
The garage had been turned into a makeshift gym with weight equipment placed around the walls. One of the shirtless twins was on the bench press, grinding out one last rep before racking the heavy bar and sitting up. He smiled and waved hello and then pointed across the room.
Against the far wall, a treadmill was running and its occupant at the moment was Diane. She was nude, except for the blindfold and six inch heels, and was slowly plodding along on the moving belt. When I moved closer, I could see her hands were tied behind her back, a gag was in place, and she had an iPod on her arm with the small wires of the ear buds disappearing under her sweat soaked hair. She was both deaf and blind to her surroundings.
The twin that had pointed out her predicament got up and walked over to the treadmill. Hanging from the side of the piece of equipment was a short switch that he took into his hand and turned to make sure I was still watching. He smiled as he swung the switch and was rewarded with a loud TWACK as it landed on Diane’s ass.
The girl yelped in surprise but kept her pace. “She loves this shit,” said the twin that had finished locking the door, “you won’t believe how horny she gets when we come up with new stuff like this.”
We moved up to where she was and I began to realize just how much effort had gone into their game. Sitting on the reading tray of the treadmill was a box of 20 pound fishing line and looking closer I could see it had been used to tether her nipple rings to the bars in front of her. There was enough tension that her nipples were pulled taught but not enough to hurt her.
“20 pounds?” I quizzed. “What if she trips and falls? The rings would be ripped out.”
“Naw,” one of the twins replied as they grinned at each other, “we took all the 20 pound test out and replaced it with perch line. It will break at around 2 pounds.” He reached over and pulled a few feet of the small line out of the box and broke it easily before handing it to me. It looked like something for hanging paper decorations and easily broke when I gave it a good tug.
“She thinks its 20 pounds though, and we made sure to tell her that size line would rip her nipples if she fell. I think she came while we were hooking her up,” the brother laughed and high fived each other.
I looked down and could see Diane’s inner thighs were slick with her juices. It appeared the brothers were a good match for her and I relaxed now that I knew she was enjoying her situation.
“So what brings you over?” asked one of them as he picked up the switch and nonchalantly swatted Diane’s ass. She yelped and quickened her pace for a few seconds before dropping back to the treadmill’s speed.
“Smitty’s closing the gym,” I told them, “I was hoping you knew enough people to help him keep it open.” The brothers exchanged a glance and then shook their head together.
“We thought that might happen when the school got all that new gym equipment. It’s free for the guys to work out there and they have a lot of high tech machines. I don’t think anyone would pay to work out at Smitty’s unless they wanted to learn to box.”
I nodded. It made sense that no one would want to pay when they could get it for free. Diane’s breathing was getting louder and the twins grinned in unison.
“She’s almost ready!” one of them quipped.
“She starts panting when she gets really horny,” the other brother explained. Diane was having trouble walking on trembling legs, and the juices running down her thighs increased indicating that the boys were probably correct about her state of arousal. “You want a piece?”
“No thanks,” I said after a moment of contemplation. I still missed Katy and sex with Diane just didn’t appeal to me right now.
“Suit yourself,” he grinned, “we’re going to double team her for a while when we’re done with our workout.” He swatted her ass again and Diane shuttered from the blow in what appeared to be a mini orgasm.
“Fuck it, I’m done,” said the other brother and pointed to his hard cock that was pushing against his shorts. He reached over and hit the stop button on the treadmill and they laughed at Diane’s comical attempt to keep her balance as the belt slowed under her high heels.
Once the treadmill stopped she stood breathing heavily, her skin glistening with sweat, and practically shivering with desire. Each brother grabbed a shoulder and pulled her slowly backward until the fishing lines were straining against her nipple rings. She squealed with pain just before they jerked her body back, snapping the lines. One of the boys carried her to the bench press and lay on his back, unceremoniously dropping her on top of his hard on.
He began trusting into her and Diane matched his movements until the other twin pushed her flat onto his brother. He rammed into her ass from behind and within seconds the two were pounding into her at breakneck speed. They timed it perfectly and Diane was almost motionless as they pistoned in and out, hard and fast. She began squirming and moaning around the gag as the pace quickened, shuddering intensely, before screaming in orgasm. The brother quickly followed and they all lay sandwiched together.
“Switch!” the bottom twin yelled and they began to change positions with Diane resembling a rag doll between them.
“Teamwork,” I thought to myself as I stepped out the door, “it’s takes a lot of practice.”
Dad was waiting for me when I got home. “Get cleaned up, we’re going out tonight.”
He had never asked me to go anywhere with him until that night with the Russian goons. After that he seemed to open up to me more and more. As it turns out, Mom was right. Dad was pretty cool to hang out with.
He took more of an interest in everything I was doing and hinted that I should get into mixed martial arts instead of just boxing. I laughed it off and told him they had to catch me first to which he just gave me a knowing look and dropped it.
We had also begun shooting together. He had bought me a .22 caliber pistol and we spent some time at the range each week. It was fun and I was beginning to get the hang of it while he consistently hit the target dead center over and over again. It made me curious how he had acquired that skill but I didn’t ask. He seemed to be testing me in different ways before telling me the entire story.
We were in his 4x4 truck and headed out of town before I was able to talk with him. “Dad, Smitty is closing the gym.”
“I know,” he said completely unsurprised.
“Is there anything we can do to help?”
He glanced over at me and seemed to be thinking about it. “Maybe, what did you have in mind?”
“I’m not sure. I thought you might have an idea.”
“Well,” he began slowly, “it seems that the lack of clients is an issue. Can you come up with an idea to get him more clients, or better clients so he can make a profit?” I hadn’t really put a lot of thought into it except to ask the twins if they knew someone that would join.
“I don’t really have any ideas at the moment but I can think about it some more and get back with you.”
He smiled at this and nodded, “You let me know what you come up with.” He seemed sincere about it so I decided to work on a solution.
“Where are we going?” I asked, suddenly realizing we were well out of town and headed into the country.
“A rodeo,” he grinned and I rolled my eyes. He had to be joking, of course, since he knew I had no interest in going anywhere my shoes would get dirty.
Ten minutes later we pulled up to a large arena and I was shocked to find that he wasn’t joking. I gave him a puzzled look but he just grinned back at me.
The building was huge and the events were already underway with a group of people standing on the arena floor and staring at the bucking chutes in anticipation. It struck me as hilarious when the gate opened and a sheep came lunging out with a little kid grasping at its back. The sheep jumped and kicked but the kid, no older than five, held tightly as a clown chased the animal around the ring until he caught them and separated the two.
“They start them young,” my Dad laughed as we watched the show. There were only a few more in the ‘mutton busting’ event and then the arena was cleared and large barrels were rolled out into the floor. Since I had never been interested in rodeo, I had no idea what was happening until a horse and rider came flying out of an open gate and into the arena.
The female rider practically laid across the speeding horse’s neck until it reached the first barrel and in a smooth powerful movement, rounded it and headed to the next one. The girl guiding the beast had long, strawberry blond hair flowing from under her cowboy hat and seemed very strong and sure of her abilities.
The third and last barrel was furthest from the gate they had entered and once the duo had rounded it, the horse burst forward at an impressive speed and headed across the finish line. The announcer gave the contestant’s time and the crowd roared their approval.
As the other riders took their turn I learned that a cowboy hat on a girl was extremely sexy to me. I couldn’t put a finger on it but cowgirls intrigued me. We stayed for the bronc riding and calf roping but neither was very interesting since there seemed to be no cowgirls in those events. I was ready to go but Dad was interested in watching the final event of the evening.
Bull riding was last on the agenda and after the first gate opened I was fascinated as well. The bull lunged and spun at impossible speeds but the cowboys matched their pace and stayed astride for the required eight seconds. Well, some of them did.
Finally, the show was over and we walked back toward the parking lot filled with trucks and trailers. As we headed to our ride I noticed a horse tied to the side of one of the trailers and moved over to get a better look. I recognized it as the first barrel racer and looked it over carefully. I had no experience with horses and I was amazed at how big they were up close. Moving to its head, I gently stroked its nose.
“No one said you could touch my horse,” a voice said from the dark area at the front of the trailer. I pulled my hand away quickly.
“Sorry,” I stammered and backed away as the strawberry blond moved into the light. She was taller than expected at 5’9” but even with jeans and the baggy shirt I could tell she was fit. “I was just looking.”
“Looking and touching are two different things,” she said matter-of-factly, “you should ask before you pet a horse, it might bite.”
I laughed at this but then stopped short when I realized she wasn’t joking. “Sorry,” I said again. I was tongue tied as I stood there. She was a knockout with that damned cowboy hat.
“No harm done,” she grinned and her smile lit up her face, “you must be from the city.” I nodded and she chuckled that I hadn’t caught her snarky comment. I blushed when I finally got her joke and, not knowing what to say, I retreated back to where Dad was waiting for me.
“Very smooth,” he teased as we walked away.
Chapter 3 – Lessons Learned
Brittany had a plan. She hadn’t quite figured out who would be involved yet but she definitely had an idea of how to get herself out of this mess and put Jimmy in the hot seat. For now she would have to put up with Wendy and her demands and being shunned by Jimmy, but she knew that would all turn around. Hopefully sooner than later.
She was brought back to the present by a hard slap on her ass. The man behind her was getting ready to pump his cum deep in her pussy and she almost yawned while he pounded her. She was standing bent over at the waist in the back storage room of the local convenience store while the manager took his turn on her. It was a well established routine since Jimmy wouldn’t let Wendy use her at school for fear of being found out.
The man grunted with effort and she pushed back against him to keep from falling over, her hands still holding her ankles tightly. As soon as school started Wendy began taking her on her ‘rounds’ after classes let out for the day. Every evening she stopped at different stores in town, in random order, and sent Brittany into the business to ‘buy’ something. It was usually just a soda or bag of chips, sometimes a gallon of gas, anything to let Brittany know how cheap she was.
“Ugghhh!” the man shouted as he came inside her. He shuddered and slapped her ass as he backed away. She stayed in position and the next man stepped up behind her. There were always two now at this store. Since Wendy stopped on different days they never knew when she would be there so now the two friends just showed up every day about the same time whether they were on shift or not. They covered for each other at the register so there was no hurry when they had a chance to use the blond.
“Let’s try this today,” the second man said as he shoved his hard cock into her ass. There was no lubrication and she squealed as he pushed into her. She hurriedly reached between her legs and caught some of the cum dripping from her pussy and rubbed it on his cock to ease her pain as he started fucking her.
“Oh yeah,” he moaned, “got a reaction out of you that time didn’t I!” She squirmed as his cock jack hammered in and out of her tight ass. She scooted across the floor from the force until her head was against the wall and still he continued to ram into her.
“You like that shit don’t you slut!” he was wheezing now and seemed intent of causing her as much discomfort as possible. “You think I’m going to let you just be a limp fuck? I’m going to make sure you remember this one slut!” He made good on his promise, more from beating her head against the wall than fucking her ass. Finally he tensed up and began to cum inside her. She was relieved that he was finished and waited for him to pull out.
Before she could straighten up, something hard was shoved deep into her ass. She barely had time to brace herself and in seconds it felt like her insides were going to explode. He had shoved a soda bottle into her and the contents were spewing into her colon. She tried to pull away but he was pressing her into the wall tightly.
“Yeah,” he laughed menacingly, “you’ll remember this one.” He made sure the entire contents were dumped into her before releasing the poor girl. As she straightened up, Brittany began to cramp from the cold liquid that was churning inside her.
“Don’t you spill a drop,” he said as she whimpered and held her stomach.
“Where is the bathroom?” she demanded as her short skirt dropped back into place. He gave her a cold look and pointed a finger in her face.
“Shut up slut!” he screamed, “You come in here every week and beg to get fucked but then act like you hate it. FUCK YOU! You spill a drop of it in here and I will make you lick it off the floor.”
Brittany stood cringing and waited in pain until he was done berating her before inching toward the door. Every move she made hurt and it took all her effort not to loose the soda as she headed out of the store.
“Wait!” the man called from behind her. She stopped instantly and turned with her head bowed, afraid of what he might do next. “You forgot your gum.” He handed her a small pack of chewing gum that Wendy had demanded she get from the store. She took it gingerly and made her way to the parking lot and out to the waiting car.
She had almost made it to the vehicle when the soda began spewing out of her ass and down her legs. Several men were pumping gas and began laughing at her predicament as she waddled the last few steps to the door.
“Hell no!” Wendy exclaimed as she tried to get into the car, “You ride in the back.” Brittany moved to the back door but it was locked. She stood on unsteady legs as she heard the ominous ‘pop’ of the trunk and hung her head. With the men at the gas pumps and the clerks inside the store laughing, the degraded Brittany dropped into the trunk and pulled the lid closed behind her.
Dad and I now had a standing dinner date every Wednesday at the local pizza place. He met me there after school and we talked about what was going on in class and other stuff. It was fun to be getting along with him but every week I knew the same question would come up.
“Have you thought about taking some type of martial arts?” he asked.
“Not really,” I said automatically. Since I knew it was coming it was getting easier to brush it off and he usually dropped it.
“What about Judo,” he asked, “I’ll pay for it if you will go and make an effort.”
“I don’t really have time,” I countered. He was pushing harder than usual.
“Ok,” he said thoughtfully, “what if I give you an allowance so you can quit your job and train in whatever martial arts you want. You told me you thought Judo would be fun.” This was different. He had never offered to pay me to quit my job.
“Why the sudden interest in my taking Judo?” I quizzed. He had been more and more insistent in the last few weeks and I wondered why.
“The world is a lot more dangerous that you think,” he said.
“I’m a pretty good boxer,” I countered, “I like to think I can take care of myself with my hands.”
He nodded and decided not to push any further. “I’m thinking of buying a horse,” he said suddenly. I must have looked shocked because he laughed at my expression.
“Why would you buy a horse?” I asked completely confused. The rodeo a few weeks ago was one thing but buying a horse was making me think he had lost his mind. “Where would we keep it? The back yard seems a bit small for one.”
“At the ranch of course,” he replied as if it were silly of me to ask.
“The one I bought last week.”
I was more than a little shocked and I’m sure it showed. My plain accountant Dad that never did anything remotely out of the norm appeared to be going crazy. I looked around the room to see if there was some type of hidden camera or if some of my friends were in on the joke.
“A ranch was going to be foreclosed on and rather than have the owner lose everything, I gave him a fair price,” my Dad explained. “We are now the proud owners of 200 acres with a small ranch house and cattle.”
I was speechless. The idea of moving out to a ranch did not appeal to me at all. I sat glumly for a few minutes and tried to get my thoughts together. He watched me intently as I mulled over the new information and I finally found my voice.
“We’re moving to the country? What about school? Do I have to go somewhere else in my last two years? All my friends are here and I don’t’ really want to move.” The words all came out in a jumble and I took a deep breath and was going to continue before he cut me off.
“We’re not moving,” he said, seemingly surprised, “why would you think that?”
“I didn’t think you could afford to just buy that much land and a house without selling the one we live in,” I blurted out. “That much property must cost a fortune and I just assumed we would have to sell the house.”
He smiled at that remark, “We’re doing fine son. We can make it work and besides, I know a banker that got us a great deal on a mortgage.” I relaxed a little. Being the manager of a bank had its perks and I guessed this was one of them.
The rest of our dinner Dad told me about the ranch and his idea for it. It was going to be our project and he was going to make a few improvements. He was sure we could spend the weekends or evenings bumming around the property since it was only about fifteen minutes away. There was a wooded area that had wild game and he was excited to take me hunting with him.
His enthusiasm was contagious and after a while I warmed up to the idea. I had never had the opportunity to hang out in the country since we had always lived in town. If it was even half as cool as Dad made it sound we would have a lot of fun out there.
We finished our meal and split up as he went to the office and I headed out the back where I always parked my car. I was almost to the door when a man stepped out from behind the Chevelle.
“Give me the keys,” he said in a menacing voice. He was stocky and had a cropped haircut that gave him look of pure evil. I took a step back and he lunged at me before I could move to get away.
My training with Smitty kicked in automatically and I side stepped while throwing several jabs that connected with his face. The blows only slowed him momentarily and as he grabbed at me I peppered him with hard punches from both hands. The barrage stopped him in his tracks and he shook his head in a way that reminded me of a bull that was getting mad.
The attacker came in fast the next time and I got off several more shots to the bigger man before my retreat was blocked by a car behind me. With nowhere to go he dropped to one knee and grabbed at my lead foot before I could get away. Driving his shoulder forward into my midsection, he jerked my foot out from under me and his body weight landed on top, pushing the air out of my lungs.
I struggled to get up but he was too strong and heavy, so I twisted in his grip and tried to get to my feet as he clung to my back. Suddenly, his arm was snaking around my neck and began to squeeze. I could still breathe, even though it was difficult, but within a few seconds my vision began to blur. “Oh shit,” I thought as everything went black.
I was vaguely aware of voices as the fog lifted from my brain.
“I think he broke my damn nose,” someone was saying. I couldn’t be sure but it sounded like my attacker.
“It looks better like that anyways,” another voice said. I shook my head and tried to clear my thoughts as my I stared up at two men. My vision came back to me and I recognized my Dad and standing next to him was… the evil looking man!
“What happened?” I asked groggily. I was coming back to my senses and it occurred to me the attacker might try again. I quickly pushed to my feet and stood on wobbly legs as I tried to square off with him again.
“Whoa, whoa, killer,” Dad stepped up and grabbed my shoulders to help steady me. “Jimmy, this is Jason. He works with me sometimes.” I stood speechless as the man offered his hand and then shook it when my Dad nodded that it was ok.
“Nice hook you go there Jimmy,” he said with a grin, “I think you broke my nose.”
“Looks better now,” I mimicked my Dad and the big man laughed.
“Like father like son.”
“So Jimmy,” Dad began, “what do you think about trying some martial arts?”
The fog was gone now and I understood that it had been a set up. Getting my ass kicked was a good way to get my attention. “Maybe a little Judo wouldn’t hurt,” I said as the two men exchanged a knowing look.
Chapter 4 – Pawn
Brittany was in hell. It was Halloween and the school had decided it would be ok for students to wear their costumes to celebrate since it landed on a Friday. The kids had really gotten into the holiday with elaborate getups that represented their favorite characters in movies or TV shows as well as the more traditional ghouls and goblins.
Wendy had decided what costume Brittany should have and it wasn’t surprising when she was given a French maids outfit to put on. It was delivered to her several days in advance just to heighten the anticipation and now that Friday had arrived Brittany actually debated if jail wasn’t a better alternative.
The costume itself wasn’t all that revealing since the school had spelled out the rules on what would be considered appropriate. The real hell for Brittany was that Wendy made her play the part. She was made to carry Wendy’s books to her classes before scrambling to get to her own class before the bell rang. Everyone in the school knew what was really going on by now since the grapevine had been alive with rumors of the relationship between the girls.
It hadn’t taken but a few weeks for Brittany to go from queen to school slut and the girls all hated her for it. Wendy had picked their schedules and made sure Brittany was in most of the same classes so she could keep an eye on her. There were only a few times when the two separated including an outdated Home Economics class that Brittany despised.
The gym class was the beginning of the end for Brittany because Wendy insisted she take a shower at the end of every session and all the girls saw the way her pubic hair had been shaved into the word slut. The occasional red welts from the cane or belt didn’t slow the rumor mill either. It didn’t take long before everyone knew about it and Brittany’s friends from the year before shunned her completely.
Not that it mattered, since Wendy controlled everything in her life now. Lunchtime was always terrible for her but Halloween was even worse. Dressed in her French maid costume, Brittany was forced to go through the lunch line and deliver two meals at a time to their table. It was extremely humiliating to go back over and over again until the entire group had its meal before she was allowed to get her own. It was bad enough that she had to sit with Wendy’s geek boyfriend and his nerdy friends but now she was their servant.
“Hey, look,” said David, “there’s the new guy.” They all turned at the same time to see the new kid get in the food line. He was very stocky with wide shoulders and massive chest. His large square jaw was the distinctive feature of his face and it gave him a rugged look.
“Coach put him as starting guard the first day he got here,” Curt said, obviously impressed.
Brittany was now at full attention as she saw a piece of her puzzle falling into place. “He looks like a fucking caveman,” she said in her best condescending voice. Wendy shot her a look and Brittany quickly lowered her head, pretending to be worried.
“Go invite him to sit with us,” Wendy smiled. She always got that shit eating grin when she was about to order her slave to do something embarrassing.
Brittany got up and as she was walking toward the new kid she smiled to herself. Her plan was finally coming together.
There had been a whirlwind of activity in the last few months and after helping Smitty move out of his building, I quit my job and began working on the ranch. It was fun to be out on the land but I had no idea what I was doing.
I thumbed the throttle on the ATV and cow in front of me simple side stepped to get away. She stood a few yards to my left and took another bite of grass in what I assumed was a mocking gesture. She had pushed through the fence and gotten into the neighbors pasture making it my job to return her to our place. Trying to chase her with the ATV wasn’t working so I stopped to contemplate what to try next.
I could wrestle her to the ground. Jason had been teaching me some moves and since the gym had closed I spent a lot of time in the ex-seal’s garage learning the basics of a mixture of martial arts. He was patient and extremely knowledgeable making it easy to pick up a lot of moves quickly. I had even invited Smitty over to do some one on one boxing training with both of us and Jason was really impressed with my old friend.
“You going to take a nap now?” the voice startled me and I quickly turned around to see who it was. I familiar horse was only a few feet away and sitting astride was the strawberry blond from the rodeo. She was smiling down at me from under a cowboy hat and my gaze was immediately drawn to her brilliant green eyes.
“No, I just… the cow got in here and I was trying to get her back,” I stammered, “back into our pasture.” I was sweating now and I had to wonder why this girl had such an effect on me. I blamed the cowboy hat.
“Yeah, I figured it out after watching you for the last half hour,” she chuckled, probably at my comical attempt to be a cowboy. “You want some help?” I simply nodded and she walked her horse past me toward the cow while I sat there like an idiot.
It occurred to me that I had been trying too hard at chasing the cow. Without ever moving faster than a walk, the girl maneuvered the horse expertly and the cow seemed to just know where she wanted her to go. Within a few minutes the beast was back home and I never had to move.
“All your cows are tame,” she said, “you just need to move slowly and they’ll do what you want.” She stepped down from the horse, “Drive your 4 wheeler back through and I’ll help you fix the fence.”
We spent the next twenty minutes reattaching barbed wire and nailing it to the posts. She worked quickly and it was obvious she had a lot of experience around cattle and on the ranch. When the repair was completed we stood across from each other with the fence between us.
“I’m Jimmy by the way,” I said. I offered my hand and she smiled as she took it.
“Bobbie Jo,” she replied, “this is my family’s place and the house is about four miles that way.” She waved vaguely off to her left and continued, “So you guys bought out Parker. Just a guess but I’m betting you haven’t lived on a ranch before.”
“You guessed correctly,” I laughed, “maybe you could help me out with a few things around the place. Like how to… do everything.”
“Maybe,” she giggled, “I’ll be seeing you around.” She stepped back from the fence and in a single movement was on the horse. She moved off at a trot as I stared after her. That damn cowboy hat.
Katy hung on my arm as I looked around the warehouse. It was Thanksgiving vacation and we had spent the last two days together, mostly in bed. I hadn’t planned ahead enough when I set the appointment or we would still be comfortably under the covers.
“This wall is shared with a gym next door,” the owner was saying as he showed us around the warehouse. He was an older gentleman with graying hair and a small pot belly. He was nice enough but I caught the occasional sideways glance at Katy, suggesting something more sinister.
I had decided to take a look at the buildings that had once housed Smitty’s gym to see if I could come up with a plan to help get it reopened. The last few months I had met several of Dad’s friends and I was beginning to think there might be a way.
“How much for both of the buildings?” I asked. The old man stopped short. He hadn’t seemed excited to show me the place when he realized I was just a high school kid. He was already here though so he must have figured that a quick check of the buildings wouldn’t hurt.
“Both?” he repeated suspiciously. He seemed to be trying to decide if he should give me a number or just run us off the property. Finally he shrugged, “$800,000 for both.” He turned and walked for the door seemingly satisfied that I would never be able to afford one of the buildings, much less both. He waited with keys in hand as we left and didn’t bother to ask for my phone number.
“$800,000 is a lot of money,” Katy said as we pulled away from the curb, “are you hiding some cash I don’t know about?”
“No,” I laughed, “I just know a good banker. We talked about or separate lives as we drove back to the ranch. I was practically living there now since I spent every evening taking care of the place. Katy wasn’t thrilled about it but having the old house to ourselves convinced her to stay with me during most of her vacation.
We made a light lunch and ate it on the big back porch that ran the length of the house. Some of it was open but most was enclosed in screen to keep the mosquitoes at bay during the summer. It wasn’t too chilly in the middle of the day so we sat in old wooden rockers and talked some more about what our plans were.
“Hello the house,” Bobbie Jo’s voice proceeded her appearance. She came by several times a week just to say hi and I always had questions about the cattle or tractor. The tom boy was a wealth of knowledge and seemingly had the answer for everything around the place and was not afraid to get dirty.
“We’re in back,” I called and her horse appeared around the corner. She hopped off and was almost to the screen door when she saw Katy.
“Oh,” she froze for a second and sized her up before continuing, “I didn’t know you had company. I’ll come back later.”
“Wait,” both Katy and I said in unison.
“Please come in,” Katy said, “Jimmy was just about to get us some sodas.” I took this as my cue and made my way to the kitchen. I never understood what the girl talks included and I didn’t want to get in Katy’s way since she had basically run me off. I took my time with the drinks and began whistling as I walked through the door. Both the girls stopped and looked at me intently.
“Sodas for everyone,” I said nervously. The girls took the offered drinks and we all sat down.
“Bobbie Jo is a rodeo star,” I teased. She blushed and made a face at me for bringing it up again. It was a private joke that we had going over the last few weeks.
“I wish I had time to ride,” Katy said, “school is keeping me so busy I have no time to do anything but study and go to class. Why don’t’ you have a horse yet?”
“Neither Dad nor I know how to buy one,” I said sheepishly, “We had planned to have a few by now but…” I shrugged and left it at that.
“Maybe Bobbie Jo will help you,” Katy offered, “she seems to be good with horses.” Both Bobbie Jo and I exchanged a glance.
”I don’t mind helping you find one,” she smiled, “I know a few people that have good stock for sale.”
We talked for a while longer before Bobbie Jo stood up and made her way down the steps to her horse.
“It was nice meeting you Katy,” she said.
“I look forward to going riding when I come back next month,” Katy called as the cowgirl turned and rode away.
“You’ve been holding out on me,” She said when we were alone again, “you didn’t tell me there was a hottie living next door.”
“Well,” I began, “next door is four miles away and I never touched her.” Katy laughed as I tried to defend myself.
“I know you didn’t,” she said as she pulled me into her arms. She kissed me deeply and then pushed away playfully before leading me to the bedroom by the hand. As soon as we were in the room she began to undress and I followed suit.
Although we had been having sex the last few days, this felt very different. We made love slowly and passionately as she lay on her back with me on top. We stayed locked together after we were done and I knew what was coming.
“I want you to go after her,” Katy said simply, “she likes you and its obvious you like her as well. I like her too and I want you to be happy.”
“I’m happy with you,” I told her softly, kissing her neck.
“I know, but I want to concentrate on college and it will be seven years before I am out of law school. I don’t want you waiting around on me all that time.”
Even though I knew it was coming, it still hurt. We had drifted apart somewhat over the last few months even with frequent calls. She was busy with school most of the time and lately it felt like I was just another drain on her.
“If you still want to be together when I get out of law school we can see what happens,” she slowed now and I could tell this was just as hard for her.
“Hey,” I said as I stroked her cheek, “you know I will be there for you any time you need me.” She snuggled up closer and I felt happy and sad at the same time. We were both going in different directions but the possibility was still there that we would come together again in the future.
Chapter 5 – The Mission
The week after Katy went back to school Dad showed up at the ranch. His demeanor was serious as he asked me to sit with him in the kitchen so we could talk.
“You never asked me about the group of men I had with me when we took the Russians out at the club,” he began abruptly, “why is that?”
“I guess I figured you would tell me when you were ready,” I shrugged, “I think I sort of pieced it together anyway.” Dad looked amused.
“Really? What do you think is going on?”
“I think you know some army guys and you do some kind of corporate missions that are hush, hush but pay really well. I think you set up the work as a middle man and then your friends go do what ever needs to be done.”
“Not quite,” he smiled, “but it’s a good guess. Actually, we have a job coming up and I want you involved. It could be dangerous but we will take every precaution to make sure it is safe. It involves flying to another country but I think you will be fine since it seems to be straightforward.”
“You want me to go?” I was surprised, “Does that mean you are going too?” He laughed at my questions and dismissed them with a wave.
“You have a lot of catching up to do,” he said. “In the next two weeks I want you to find someone else to take care of the ranch and you will be shadowing Jason. I want you to watch and learn but I don’t want you getting in the way.”
The next few weeks were a blur as I prepared for my first job with Dad. Bobbie Jo offered to keep watch on the ranch and I spent most of my time at Jason’s house. The master bedroom had been converted into mission control with all whiteboards and paper tacked on every square inch of the wall. Jason’s shortwave radios were set up as well to monitor several stations for intelligence.
The job involved the recovery of a girl that had gone missing over six months earlier. She had been living with her mother after a divorce when the girl vanished. Since they lived modestly, and there was never a ransom note, the team believed the kidnapping was random and not related to the wealthy father that had hired them.
The father was a dot com millionaire in his early forties that had cut the mother and daughter off after the divorce. When the daughter went missing he was a prime suspect and hired my Dad and his team more to clear his name than for worry about his daughter. It had taken a while, but they now had a positive identification and would launch a rescue mission during Christmas.
“Where is she?” I asked Jason as he finished a conversation on his secured SAT phone.
“Where is the package,” he gave me the ‘look’ and I rolled my eyes.
“Where is the package?” I repeated in my best James Bond voice.
“Lake Atitlan,” he replied before moving off to a map and began making notes on it.
I sighed and moved to my computer so I could look it up. My days had gone pretty much like this from early in the morning until school started and then again when I got out until late at night. Jason with throw out a bit of intel and I would have to figure out what he was talking about.
“Best way to learn,” he would say when I complained. He was correct of course. I now knew a lot about Guatemala and the terrain. Looking on the world map I found Lake Atitlan in the mountains west of the capital.
“Looks like you get to learn to dive,” Jason grinned. Twenty minutes later he was giving me the basics on scuba gear. “You probably won’t have to use it but part of our back up plan will involve diving the lake.”
As the day of departure neared I had a lot of stuff to take care of, getting a passport, Spanish lessons, and learning to ride a horse. I took care of everything else and waited until school was out for winter break before I tackled the last one.
Bobbie Jo was eager to show me and we spent a lot of time riding double with me behind her to start. The back of her cowboy hat would tap my forehead occasionally as we rode and she joked that it was there to keep me from getting too close. When it came time to switch, she wasn’t shy about wrapping her hands around my waist and pressing her breasts into my back while giving instructions inches from my ear. She had me so worked up the first few times I don’t think I learned anything.
After a few days Bobbie Jo brought over a horse for me to ride and we traveled for several hours each evening across both our properties. Her family ranch was huge with almost 2000 uninterrupted acres that took a lot of riding to get from one end to the other. The first evening we rode all the way across I had been running late and insisted on not taking the time to change from my nylon warm-ups to jeans. By the time we got back my inner thighs were raw.
It wasn’t until I got off the horse and tried to walk that I realized how bad it was. The warm-ups were sticking to the skin and it was like being burned. Bobbie Jo giggled at my predicament but helped me into the living room where I plopped down on the couch.
“Take off the fancy pants and I’ll be right back.” She disappeared down the hall as I gingerly began to peal off the clothing. Bobbie Jo returned a few minutes later with some salve in her hand.
“Spread ‘em,” she quipped and I moved my legs apart to allow her access to the red area inside my thighs. She expertly applied the salve that was cool to the touch and I instantly felt better.
“That is good stuff,” I said, “where did you get it?”
“From the medicine cabinet. Everybody keeps it for the greenhorns when they get saddle sores,” she laughed. I was feeling better now and relaxed against the back of the couch with her still kneeling between my legs. Now that the pain had subsided I noticed that her hair was down and the cowboy hat was gone. She looked beautiful in the waning light and I held my hand out. She took it and I pulled her to me.
We kissed for a moment, pulled away and then again, more forcefully this time. Finally coming up for breath she backed away and pointed to my crotch.
“Looks like something else is swelling too,” she smiled. Bobbie Jo tugged at my shorts and I lifted off the couch enough for her to pull them down and release my hard cock. Grabbing it at the base she immediately began to slowly lick the head and then teased me by taking in a little more each time before pulling off and starting over. By the time she had worked the entire thing into her mouth I was ready to explode.
I held her shoulders and gently lifted her up as my cock escaped her mouth with an audible pop. Once she was standing I began unbuttoning her blouse and she let it fall to the floor. The bra soon followed and I sat facing her flat stomach and large breasts that had been kept hidden beneath the billowy western shirt. The jeans took a bit more effort and I finally switched places, pushing her to sit on the couch. She let me remove her jeans and panties at the same time before I dove between her legs and began licking her pussy. She grabbed the back of my head and squealed as I lapped at her stiff clit. Her mews increased in volume until she shuddered in climax. I tried to continue but Bobbie Jo pushed me away from her sensitive nub and coaxed me up onto the couch with her.
With my hard cock still jutting up in the air, she straddled my lap and skewered herself. Once she settled all the way down our eyes met and we kissed again long and deep as she began to move up and down.
Our tempo increased as she threw back her head and moaned loudly. The movement put her large breast in front of my face so I latched on to a nipple and began sucking it as she fucked herself on my cock. As I increased the suction she went wild and it didn’t take long before I could feel my balls begin to tighten and I came deep inside her as she panted heavily and slumped against my chest.
We stayed in that position, with me seated and her straddling my lap, for several minutes as our breathing returned to normal. She raised her head off my shoulder and as I looked into her green eyes I realized it wasn’t only the cowboy hat that had attracted me to her.
The flight to Guatemala City was uneventful and in fact quite comfortable. Three of the five man team took commercial flights while Dad and I took a private jet. We made it non stop from Florida to the capitol and touched down late in the evening.
Once at the main airport, we went through customs and had our passports stamped. It took Dad longer for some reason and I got a little nervous. He was smiling and laughing so I relaxed and looked around while I waited. We had only one bag each and with only regular clothes in them. Once he had cleared customs Dad hailed a cab and we headed to our rendezvous location in the suburbs of the city.
The streets were lined with concrete or brick walls with metal gates and small courtyards in front of the homes. I would find out later that the tops of each wall was lined with broken bottles to discourage intruders and that nighttime wasn’t safe to be outdoors.
We arrived at a small non-descript house that would be difficult to pick out among the others along the street. The rest of the team had arrived a few days earlier and we all congregated in one room for a final check. Jason had gotten us weapons with included four Russian PB silenced pistols and two AKM automatic rifles. He handed me a small 9mm like the one we had practiced with at home.
I had met Sergeant Morgan before and was glad to see him on this mission. He had been our main source of recon since he had been living and working in the area for the last three weeks. Everyone respected and trusted him so I didn’t question his word. The other member, Terrell, was new to me. He was picked for his ability to speak both Spanish and German fluently.
The next morning we drove up in two small rental cars to Panajachel which the locals nicknamed ‘Gringo Tenago’ or place of the white man. An influx of German’s after the war prompted the moniker but when we arrived the name still fit because of all the tourists that clamored to the town that rested on the banks of Lake Atitlan. There were markets throughout the area so Dad and I played our part by being tourists and moving about town. We bought items we were interested in as souvenirs and a few more that we thought a teenage girl might enjoy. Haggling in the markets was a lot of fun and for a while we actually forgot why we were there.
Our hotel for the night was directly on the water and, while Dad and I were at the markets, the rest of the guys were putting the finishing touches on the plan. The best way to reach our objective was directly across the lake so arrangements for two boats were made for just after dark. We dressed in the colorful robes the locals wore with camo underneath that Jason had purchased when buying the guns. The hope was that we would be able to blend in and be back before anyone realized we were gone.
Thirty minutes after sunset two small wooden boats putted up to the shore and landed just out of the light of the hotel grounds. We piled in and quickly pushed off to start our trek across the huge lake. It took longer than I thought but we eventually made it to the other side and scrambled up the bank to find a man holding several horses for us. Mounting quickly we made our way up the small road with Sergeant Morgan in the lead.
It took another two hours to reach the house we were looking for. It was high in the mountains overlooking the lake and was very impressive in the moonlight. Dismounting, we climbed to within 100 yards slowly. Using high powered binoculars, Jason surveyed the area and whistled softly.
“We got a problem boss,” he said pointing towards the back yard of the house. We all took out our binoculars to see what he was referring to. In the back yard were half a dozen men in suits standing around talking.
“I thought they were supposed to be gone by now,” Dad snapped.
“They were,” Morgan relied coolly, “but they can leave whenever they want since it’s a private plane.” Dad nodded and turned to Terrell.
“Set up the bug and lets see if we can figure out if they have decided to stay here.” Terrell dropped his pack and within a few minutes he had a laser pointed at the back yard. The men were speaking German so he put on head phones and translated.
“It’s a party,” he said, and then was quiet as he listened. “They are leaving after the party. There is some entertainment they are waiting on but I’m not sure what it is.” He listened some more, shook his head and then moved the antenna to another area.
“There could be more guards on patrol if they’re still here,” said Morgan.
“You’re right,” Dad thought about it for a moment, “everyone fall back to 200 yards and set up. We’ll wait them out. Turn your radios on but keep silence. I’ll let you know when we should move.”
We already had a contingency plan so it was only a matter of getting to our positions. I had the very back corner area between the yard and the lake so I could see directly into the house. It was extremely steep and there was little chance of a patrol coming this far down to check it out. The other areas were manned by the experienced military personnel and I was glad of the easy duty.
I made sure I wasn’t outlined by the moonlight and settled in against the mountain air. The back yard had six or seven men standing around chatting and occasionally a group would burst out in laughter. It looked like a group of guys having a cookout.
I had been sitting for about thirty minutes when the back door opened and two naked girls with collars around their neck stepped out. It appeared the entertainment had arrived.
Chapter 6 – The Show
The girls were led to where the men had congregated under the patio heaters that were warding off the cold air. One of the girls was our package. She was a slim white sixteen year old with dark hair and large expressive eyes. She fidgeted as the men gawked at her and seemed completely humiliated at the exposure although she never tried to cover up with her hands.
The other girl was Hispanic and appeared to be around twenty. She was rail thin and stood at attention, the dark circles around her eyes a testament to her rough life. A few moments later another woman emerged from the house carrying a large bag. She looked to be in her mid thirties and wore only a thin see through skirt. If her nudity bothered her it didn’t show.
Following her was a bull of a man. He was at least six foot five and his enormous girth made it difficult to get through the back door. Everyone quieted down when he stepped into the yard and it was apparent that their leader had arrived.
Glesh commanded everyone’s attention and although I couldn’t hear him I gathered he was explaining the night’s entertainment. He talked with his hands and made gestures constantly as he spoke in rapid German. The men clapped when he finished and the older woman stepped forward.
The mistress beckoned the Hispanic girl forward and had her lay on a small table. The girl obeyed without complaint and pulled her legs back giving the men an unobstructed view of her pussy and ass. The mistress went to her bag and pulled out a black baseball bat with white marks circling as if it were a ruler. She handed the bat to the white girl and evidently told her what to do.
The young slave appeared to be shocked and I thought for a second she would refuse but after a moment of hesitation she stepped forward and knelt before the Hispanic girl. She had a look of disgust on her face as she moved into position and began to lick the pussy in front of her.
The men cheered and laughed at the vulgar display and the mistress stood by with a long stick in her hand giving instructions as the girl continued her task. Whoosh, ‘crack’! A long red welt appeared on the white girls back and she redoubled her efforts to avoid any more punishment.
The mistress barked an order and the kneeling girl picked up the bat and shoved the big end unceremoniously into the other girl’s pussy. Several inches disappeared and the mistress instructed her to halt and the big man stepped forward. He spoke to the group and then everyone reached into their pockets and pulled out wads of cash. Once the bets were placed the mistress commanded the white girl to continue.
The bat was fucked in and out of the prone girl’s pussy very slowly at first with more and more disappearing with each thrust. At the mistress’s instruction the tempo increased and the Hispanic girl began to whimper and cry. It only took a few minutes before almost a foot of the wooden phallus was hammering inside her and the impaled girl screamed loudly as it bottomed out.
The mistress stepped forward and grasped the bat, pulling it out of the poor slave in one motion before holding it up for everyone to see. The end of the bat was wet and it was obvious where the penetration had stopped. The men gathered round to see and then one of them whooped in victory. The others groaned and then patted him on the back as the big German counted out his winnings.
The mistress had already prepared the girls for the next event by shoving a large plug into each of the girl’s ass. The plug had a place to attach a rope and now both of the small slaves were dragging a short length behind them. The large man called everyone’s attention and as before he explained the rules. The mistress produced two small wooden sleds and placed then behind each girl before attaching the ropes. When the girls were lined up the frenzied betting began and the big German took their money.
The mistress placed a small lead weight on each sled and then barked an order to the girls. They both took two steps forward in unison and the men laughed and clapped. This continued with one lead weight being added to the sled each time and the girls began to feel the strain. They were obviously expending a lot of effort to keep the plug in and the two steps forward was taking longer and longer.
The leader decided to hasten the event by taking the switch and swatting the girls if he didn’t think they were moving fast enough. After a half hour of this treatment both the girl’s asses and backs were crisscrossed with angry red whelps. I couldn’t tell how much weight was on the sled but finally the Hispanic girl could no longer hold the plug against the force and it popped from her ass sending her headfirst into the ground.
Half the men laughed and jeered as others groaned in defeat. The big man counted out the money and then pointed to the remaining contestant. The mistress took several small flags and put them in the ground about a yard apart, making a sort of runway for the slave.
Once everyone was in place, the leader took up the switch and swatted the hapless girl across the ass. She yelped and strained to move forward without loosing the plug. The men cheered her on as the blows continued to fall and the mistress followed the sled with small weights that she dropped onto the sled as they passed each flag.
By the forth flag the weight had become too much and the plug came out of the girl. The men cheered and clapped again as the big man invited everyone over to the bar for more drinks. The mistress picked up the two exhausted girls and began readying them for the next round.
The men had drinks and smoked expensive looking cigars until the squeals from the girls got their attention. The flags had been repositioned around the yard in a makeshift track with a finish line near the bar. The group stayed under the patio heaters as the girls were hooked up to the small sleds. This time the rope ran between their legs and attached to a ring that each had in their clit.
The girls squealed as the mistress tugged at the ring to attach the rope and then stood quietly as the big man began the now expected speech. He pointed to the Hispanic girl and then to himself to indicate he would be betting on her in the race and the others could bet on the white girl. The men stood quietly for a few seconds since most of them had seen this type race before and knew it was a sucker bet. The Hispanic girl had out run many a challenger to avoid the pain that would come to her if she lost.
One man held out a handful of cash and the rest followed in suit as they knew it was a good faith gesture to their host. The loss of a few thousand would be better than having the big man suspicious of their loyalties. Once all the money was accounted for the mistress showed the girls the switch and explained to them the penalty for losing. She then stepped back and on the signal from the German, dropped the switch to start the race.
The sleds had been unloaded of all but two pieces of lead but it was still agonizing for the girls to get the wooden contraption to move. Once it started in motion the Hispanic girl practically sprinted ahead of the other slave. Now playing catch up, the white girl ignored the pain in her swelling clit and pushed herself to move faster.
On the last turn she was close enough to reach the Hispanic girl’s sled as she slowed to maneuver around the flag. The trailing girl stepped on the wooden platform and her competition screamed in pain and fell to the ground holding her crotch. With her adversary out of the way, the younger girl sprinted to the finish line and fell to the ground in pain and exhaustion.
Still lying in the grass, the losing slave knew what was coming and collapsed completely. The mistress unhooked her sled and practically carried her back to the bar where she was attached to a pole with the help of several of the men. Once her wrists were locked in place above her head she had nowhere to go and just hung limply as she waited for the coming torture.
The big German did not disappoint her and within minutes her back was completely covered with welts from the whip and a few of them had small rivulets of blood dripping onto the ground. The white girl cried as she watched but before long she had other things to deal with as the men began taking turns fucking her on the table. The ‘party’ continued this was for another hour as the men alternately fucked or beat the girls in a fairly organized round robin.
When they were finally finished, the big German cut the Hispanic girl down and drug her further out into the yard. He beckoned the mistress and she brought the baseball bat to him. Still angry about the loss of the bet he lifted the bat and it seemed he was about to crush her skull when he suddenly stopped.
He turned back to the woman and she dashed back to her bag and quickly returned with a short chain and padlock. Dragging the semi conscious slave closer to the tree, the mistress locked her to it with the chain. When she moved out of the way the German stepped close and pulled out his cock. In a few seconds a stream of yellow liquid began to cover the girl from head to toe. He was still going to kill her, only he had decided to make it slow and painful by letting her freeze to death.
Once I realized what was going to happen I had left my post and began making my way toward the house. Being careful not to be seen, I slowly weaved my way through the brush.
“Everyone hold position,” came his Dad’s voice over the earplug. I stopped for a second but I was over 200 yards away and the girl might be in shock if we waited any longer. I began creeping forward again so I would be at least a bit closer when the group of men left. They were somewhere in the house now, with only one guard at the back door with an assault rifle in his hand.
The going was tough and slow as I moved at a slow crawl towards the big back yard. After an agonizing thirty minutes the radio crackled again.
“Two sentries confirmed, move to 50 yards and check.” I began to move faster now and I was the first to check in since I have already been moving. I was surprised when the others checked in a few seconds later.
“One and two on my mark in three… two… one…” I didn’t hear anything but the guard in the yard suddenly fell over like he had been punched in the head.
“Outer parameter clear, move to breach,” came the instructions. I was not part of the breach so I watched for any movement within my line of vision and then used to binoculars to see if the girl attached to the tree was still alive. I couldn’t tell and I began to think that she was dead.
A movement caught my eye and I glanced up in time to see Jason enter the house. A few seconds later I saw the flash of his pistol and I assumed there were no other guards.
“Clear,” came the radio confirmation as I saw him emerge from the house with the white girl. Bounding up the last embankment I sprinted across the yard to the where the Hispanic girl was chained. She had a pulse but her lips were blue so I took off the robe I had been wearing and quickly wrapped it around her. She was shivering uncontrollably as I tried to figure out a way to get the metal collar off her.
“Move!” It was Sergeant Morgan. He rummage through his back pack and pulled out a small set of bolt cutters. “You never know when you might need these,” he quipped. The lock popped off with a minimum of effort and I picked up the girl and began to carry her toward the horses.
At the edge of the yard Dad stopped me. “What are you doing? Put her down and lets get out of here.”
“I can’t leave her,” I hissed, “she can’t walk and I think she’s in shock. We have to get her warmed up.”
‘This isn’t in the plan!” he said in a hushed voice. “If someone sees us with her they will report it and we’ll be busted. Leave her and let’s go!”
I took a few steps back, “you go. I’ll find another way, just leave me the horse and I will contact you when I can.” I was dead serious and already planning a route to the north through Mexico. I might be able to make it horseback but I had no way of being sure.
Dad was frustrated and looked to the other men for back up. Morgan and Jason just shrugged as if it was no big deal and Terrell was grinning like it was the funniest thing in the world.
“Fine,” he huffed, “but you are responsible for her.” He turned around abruptly and stomped off toward the horses with the rest of us trailing behind.
Chapter 7 – Long Road Home
The rest of the night was long and cold. I was positive the young girl would have never lived through the night because I was wearing two shirts and was still freezing. I had given the young Hispanic girl my coat and the wrap and she still shivered in my arms as we rode the horse back down the mountain. It was noticeably warmer closer to the water and by the time we were cruising back across the lake she had fallen asleep wrapped in coat.
The next morning it became apparent how difficult it would be to get the girl back into the states without the proper paperwork. Dad was on the SAT phone non stop and he would occasionally glare at me when someone put him on hold. Evidently he finally got what he needed because we began to pack up.
It was a long boring drive back to the airport and I dozed off a few times, once waking up to find the girl I had saved cuddled against me and sound asleep as well. We had all tried to find out her name and she would immediately answer, “Puta.” We made no stops and by noon we were ready to get on the plane. An extra passport miraculously appeared just before we boarded and within minutes the jet was homeward bound.
Dad wouldn’t talk to me so Jason came over and sat down during the flight. We played cards and chatted a bit about getting back on track with our training. It had taken a lot of time to plan this mission and overall everything had gone to plan. Almost everything.
Dad kept his word that the girl would be my problem and as soon as we got off the plane I was on my own. Since I had no other place to go I put her in the Chevelle and headed to the ranch for the night. Once inside, the girl began to strip out of the clothes we had bought her and knelt with her head on the floor in front of me.
“No, no,” I said as I pulled her to her feet. I tried to think of how to explain to her in Spanish but I was too tired to put the words together. I led her to one of the bedrooms and she immediately got in and waited for me to follow her. I gave her a weak wave and turned off the light as I moved to my own bedroom.
When I awoke the next morning Puta was kneeling by my bed waiting for me to get up. She was still naked and sat straight upright with her hands behind her back and her breast thrust forward. I didn’t know what to do so I ignored her and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I had just stepped under the water when she hopped in with me and began soaping me down.
“No,” I told her as I shooed her away. Her eyes began to well with tears and she ran into the other room. ‘Holy crap!’ I though to myself, ‘what the hell did I get into?”
I hurriedly finished my shower and with a towel wrapped around my waist went looking for the distraught girl. I found her in the living room with her head on the floor and her ass up in the air. She had placed my belt on her ass and it balanced there as she began speaking to me in Spanish so fast I couldn’t understand her. Tears streamed down her face and I picked the belt up off her ass while trying to explain that she was ok and I wasn’t going to hurt her. The more I tried to explain the louder crying girl got until she was practically screaming.
“What the fuck!” I whipped around to see Bobbie Jo standing in the doorway. She was looking at the belt in my hand and the welt marks on Puta’s back. She flew past me and straight to the girl on the floor. She began asking what was wrong and the girl responded in the same rapid Spanish. The difference was, Bobbie Jo understood what she was saying.
Immediately Puta began to calm down and within a few minutes Bobbie Jo was able to get an idea of why she was so upset. Seeing the crisis was under control, I went into the kitchen and got a glass of water. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t hear the two walk into the kitchen.
“You need to fuck her,” Bobbie Jo said matter-of-factly.
“I didn’t touch her!” I exclaimed.
“I didn’t say you did,” She replied calmly, “she thinks if you don’t fuck her that you’re going to kill her.” I stood speechless and she continued. “You took her from a bad man right?”
“That man had ways of doing things, bad things. If he stopped fucking a girl it meant that he was going to kill her. She saw it several time since they took her and he stopped fucking her a week ago.” Bobbie Jo put her arm protectively around the cringing girl and I felt horrible for her at that moment. It made no sense to me but I had no idea how long she had been kept as a slave or what she had been through.
“So what do I do?”
“Just fuck her and get it over with.” Bobbie Jo didn’t sound too enthused about it.
“I can’t,” I stammered, “we’re… you and I… we just…” I couldn’t make a complete sentence.
My inability to speak seemed funny to Bobbie Jo and she began to giggle. Puta got caught up in her laughter and before long we were all laughing at nothing. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to them before giving me a long deep kiss.
“Fine,” she said as if she had just made up her mind, “I’ll do her with you.” She abruptly turned and pulled us both down the hall and into the bedroom.
I dropped my towel at the doorway and lay on the bed to wait for Bobbie Jo to get undressed. Puta had other ideas as she pushed me onto my back and inserted herself between my knees. She began sucking my cock like she was starving for it and it didn’t take long to get a reaction. When Bobbie Jo was naked she cuddled up next to me and we snuggled as I got a blowjob from another girl. Strangely enough this was not the first time this had happened but it still felt weird. Puta was good at giving head and I easily could have cum if I hadn’t pulled her away when I did.
I rolled onto Bobbie Jo and she spread her legs for me to enter her. Watching Puta at work seemed to stoke a fire in her because she was soaking wet. I easily entered her and within seconds I was stroking in an out as fast as I could. Bobbie Jo responded and was squirming beneath me as we fucked hard and fast. She wrapped her legs around my waist and squeezed me tightly as I felt my orgasm building. A few more strokes and she shuddered in my arms as I came inside her.
As soon as I rolled onto my back, Puta was sucking my cock again. It was almost comical because she had been happy to sit back and watch for a moment but now it seemed she had a job to do and once completed she seemed relieved.
Christmas was only a few days away and we were on break from school for two more weeks. Bobbie Jo spent most of her time at the ranch with us and we all got along well together. Puta still refused to tell us her real name and as we pieced together the story of her abduction it became apparent that the mistress liked to play games with the slave girls. She would lie in order to trick her into breaking the rules and then Glesh would punish her horribly.
The mistress told her it was ok to use her real name sometimes and when the German found out, he had beaten Puta with a belt for hours. She never fell for any of the sadistic woman’s tricks again after that. She did see several other girls come and go that would fall for the lies and be beaten or even killed for their infractions.
She felt the only reason she had been kept alive is because she was stronger and faster than most of the other girls. The mistress had decided it was time to change that and quit feeding her for weeks before the last party.
Every day we practically force fed her and gave her vitamins. In just a week the effects were apparent and she looked like a completely different person. There were still a lot of hurdles to overcome though. She would not wear clothes and every morning I would find her kneeling beside the bed. I got up in the middle of the night to find that she was actually sleeping in that position, waiting for dawn.
Mornings now started with a blowjob in the shower whether Bobbie Jo was at the house or not, and she began joking that I had planned this all along. It was nice that she was so open minded about the whole thing and I noticed that after that first time she looked forward to having Puta in the bed with us. It seemed to turn her on to watch us together but she would never admit it.
Puta also began learning English with our help. We would point out simple objects and tell her the name in English or Bobbie Jo would sometimes translate when she was there. Katy showed up on Christmas Eve and she brought us all presents, including Puta, whom I had told her about in a phone call before she flew back home. Unfortunately it was a sweater and Puta refused to put in on for fear of getting in trouble. Katy was gracious though and simply hugged the girl who thanked her repeatedly in Spanish.
When Katy left to go see her parents, Bobbie Jo and I had to decide how we were going to manage the visits to our respective families. We had already made arrangements to meet at my house on Christmas Eve and Bobbie Jo’s on Christmas morning but at the time we made the plans Puta wasn’t in the picture.
I was worried she would get scared and possibly run off but Bobbie Jo had a talk with her and felt she would be ok alone for a while. Even though I wasn’t completely comfortable with the idea I trusted Bobbie Jo and agreed to let Puta stay alone. When we returned later that night the ranch house Puta was tirelessly cleaning and the entire place was spotless.
The last week of our winter break flew by in a whirlwind of activity. Bobby Jo and I picked up three horses for the stables and it was decided that Puta would be responsible for them. She was ecstatic and listened closely while their care was explained. I didn’t think I would ever have to worry about the care and feeding of any animal on the ranch as long as Puta was there.
Classes began the second week of January and it was the first time I had seen most of my friends from school since December. I was talking to a few of the guys when one pointed behind and me and yelled, “Look out!”
I turned to see one of the football players charging me at full speed. I had very little time to react but Jason’s training kicked in automatically as he tried to tackle me by the legs. I immediately grabbed his head and kicked my feet behind me in a sprawl that left the jock grabbing at air. I pressed forward and my body weight forced him face first to the ground. I wasn’t sure if I should finish the choke and knock him out or just let him go. Dad had warned me about attracting attention so I let go of his neck and popped back to my feet.
The stocky kid charged again but I had more time to think now. I began to pepper his face with jabs when he got close enough and then circled out of his way when he surged forward. I had a major speed advantage and I intended to use it if he attacked again. As soon as he could get turned around I could see he was coming for blood. He tried to get the angle on me so I couldn’t get off the wall. He thought he had me boxed in and that he could grab at my waist, so I waited until I was sure he couldn’t change direction and used a judo throw that sent him sprawling down the hall where he landed with a thud. This time he stayed down, laboring to breathe from the impact, so I turned and calmly walked through the crowd that had gathered and toward my first class.
“Isn’t that one of Brittany’s boyfriends?” I heard someone say as they indicated the assailant. I felt the hair on my neck stand up and my face flushed with anger. The bitch never learned.
Chapter 8 – Headquarters
Dad quietly surveyed the documents spread out in front of him. He picked up one and then another, meticulously scanning the sheets without giving a hint as to what he was thinking. I was more than a bit nervous since the last three weeks had been gone into this project.
The building where Smitty’s gym used to be was still for sale and I had come up with a plan to buy it. The research to put together a proposal took almost all my free time and even with the Three Amigos helping I wasn’t completely satisfied I had done everything correctly. I felt the timing was right because the price had just been reduced but the market still showed growth in our small city.
“You’ve done a lot of work on this,” Dad said as he leaned back in his chair. He sat quietly for a few seconds as he mulled over the prospect of having a building specifically for the missions. We obviously needed the room, and having a place to train would make it easier to keep up our skills. The basement of the old building could serve as an armory and an indoor shooting range wasn’t out of the question given the ample space.
Dad picked up one of my hand drawn floor plans and looked it over. I tried to use CAD but I found I was spending more time learning the program than getting the plans done. My trusty ruler and pencil got my point across and everything was to scale.
“I like the idea,” he said finally, “having Smitty reopen will be a good cover and the idea of remodeling the interior and basement is sound. I’m sure Jason would appreciate having his house back.”
“I think I can get the owner to drop the price another twelve percent,” I told him, “that would give us enough in market value to cover the improvements.” He looked surprised at my insight but nodded in agreement.
“That would be a good investment,” he replied.
“Do you think you can get a loan for it?” I quizzed him. He smiled broadly and I thought he was going to start laughing.
“Son,” he said, “I own the banks. I only continue to work here because I like the job and it gives me a cover story. That reminds me.” He fished a key from his pocket and unlocked a desk drawer. He removed and envelope from it and handed it to me. I opened it to find a thick stack of cash inside.
“It’s from the Guatemala job,” he explained, “I took out the $27,000 it cost us to get your girl back into the states so there is only $43,000 left.”
$43,000. I was shocked at the amount and didn’t know how to react. “What do I do with it?”
He shrugged dismissively, “Anything you want. Just make sure you stay under the radar. No expensive vehicles or gold watches. If you start flashing cash around it won’t take long to attract attention. We have completed a lot of jobs over the years and any one of those men would take revenge if they knew who we were. Keep that in mind.”
Brittany sat quietly while we drove downtown. I wasn’t sure if she had learned her lesson but Maria had certainly taken her down a notch. The nanny had every right to be angry over the abuse suffered at the sadistic girls hand and I was a bit concerned about turning her loose. I warned her that there could be no permanent damage and no marks that would show at school and she had followed the rules.
Maria had a week to exact her revenge on Brittany and she had started by stripping her down and making her clean the entire house. It wouldn’t have been so bad since that had become her normal duties but this time the nanny insisted she clean all the floors by using a mop with a shortened handle shoved firmly up her ass.
It had taken days to complete the task and Maria had only let her sleep a few hours each night. Between school, work, and the new demands at home, she was exhausted. It didn’t help that she was humiliated each morning by being forced to lick the older woman’s pussy. It was her last task each morning before leaving for school and she wasn’t allowed to wash up. The smell lingered with her until she could find a bathroom when she got to school.
Wendy always picked her up in the Beamer and when she learned of the ritual she ordered Brittany to wait until after her first class to wash her face. It was pure torture to sit through the lecture with the nanny’s scent overpowering her and she was sure the other students could smell it too.
The long week had included the constant use of a cane as well. Her ass and back were raw with welts that Maria administered for no particular reason other than to cause the young girl pain. The marks were a reminder of her servitude throughout the day since sitting in the hard chairs at school irritated the bruised areas.
We pulled up to the warehouse building and the owner, Mr. Phelps, was waiting for us at the door. He looked more eager this time because he hadn’t had an offer on the property and Dad had called him in advance to let him know I was already approved for a loan. He had a lot more enthusiasm this time and as we looked around I noticed he was having a difficult time keeping his eyes off Brittany.
I had her in a simple summer dress with a floral pattern that came below her knees and was reminiscent of an outdated style. She held a small handbag that matched her four inch heels and her hair and makeup was very conservative.
“I would like to make an offer,” told him. This was enough to pull his attention away from the girl. He smiled and listened intently. “I will give you $637,000 for both buildings.”
His jaw dropped and I think he was about to run me off but managed to keep his cool. There had been no offers of any kind in months and he didn’t want to lose his only prospect. He had dropped his price already and now I was asking for another fifteen percent on top of that.
“I’m sorry,” he began slowly, “I know its worth more than that so I have to turn you down.” He seemed to be struggling with the decision so I tried to soften him up a bit.
“The market is not booming any more,” I explained, “and I have to do a lot of renovation before I can even move in. I would like to have these buildings but I understand, besides, there are several other properties. Maybe we will end up neighbors after all.”
The old man seemed jolted upon hearing this. He knew there were other buildings for sale in the area and it shouldn’t have surprised him to find out that I knew about them as well. For my purposes, his property had more square footage that I wanted for some specific improvements. I didn’t mention that fact though.
“Can’t you come up a little?” he blurted out. He was nervous that I was about to leave and he seemed desperate to make a deal.
I’m sorry,” I said sticking to my guns, “I have to look at total investment and it won’t pay to spend any more.” I started for the door again and then stopped.
“But maybe,” I paused for a dramatic effect and Mr. Phelps was obviously holding out for any type of deal. I beckoned Brittany over to me and put my arm around her.
“Did I introduce you to Brittany?”
“No,” he had forgotten about the girl when the talk of money started. “Pleased to meet you.”
“Pleasure to meet you too,” she said in a very convincing voice. Her time at the strip club was beginning to pay dividends and she moved to him and began chatting. It didn’t take long for him to figure out my counter offer and he smiled broadly.
“What if you were to think about it for the weekend,” I told him, “that would give you time to decide if my offer is worth it. Maybe Brittany could go with you until say, Sunday night at 10 pm. She’s quite a good listener and I’m sure she can convince of the merits of my offer.”
“Maybe,” he mused, “from now until Sunday at 10:00 pm. What will she be willing to do?”
“Anything you like,” Brittany chimed in on cue. She snuggled against him and kissed his cheek.
“Hmmm…” he pondered the situation and decided to play it straight. “For the kind of reduction you’re asking for she better be ready to do anything, and I mean anything I want until Sunday evening.” I nodded and when he turned to Brittany who was smiling brightly.
“We’re going to have so much fun!” She hugged him again and he laughed.
“You have no idea.” His mind was already swarming with possibilities.
The meeting had gone well with Mr. Phelps and I was confident that Brittany would pull off the weekend. Maria had laid out her kit of needles and other scary looking instruments in a dramatic display that made the girl understand failure was not an option. I wasn’t sure if I would actually let Maria take her full revenge but Brittany wouldn’t want to take the chance.
It was dark when I pulled up to the ranch and I was happy and excited about the day. I wanted to get changed and call Bobbie Jo to come over and celebrate with me. The house was quiet and I was instantly worried that something was wrong. Puta always met me at the front door when I came home, kneeling with head bowed. Now she was nowhere to be found.
I quickly moved through the kitchen and into the living room but there was no sign of her. I heard a muffled noise coming from my bedroom and moved slowly down the hall to find its source. The door was slightly ajar and I nudged it open not knowing what to expect.
I was surprised to find Puta laying on the bed with Bobbie Jo above her in a 69 position. Both girls were busily eating each others pussy and, based on the sweat glistening on their bodies, they had been at it for a while. Relieved there was no problem I began to undress and watched as they continued to pleasure each other.
They were both so intent on the task at hand I startled them when I climbed onto the bed. Bobbie Jo looked over her shoulder and gave me a quick smile before continuing her mission. I straddled Puta’s head and slid my hard cock slowly into Bobbie Jo’s pussy, eliciting a low moan.
We stayed in this position for a long time. I stroked in and out of Bobbie Jo while they teased each others clit. Puta would occasionally shift a bit and lick my balls a few times before going back to service Bobbie Jo.
I’m not sure how long this went on but eventually the girls began writhe more frantically beneath me and Bobbie Jo’s spasming pussy was too much. I couldn’t hold back any longer and as the girl’s moans became louder I came, shuddering tensely and suddenly too exhausted to hold myself up. The girl’s followed suit quickly in their own climaxes before Bobbie Jo rolled to one side and collapsed in my arms. Puta moved up beside her and we all cuddled together, tired but happy.
“Angela,” Puta said quietly. I wasn’t sure her meaning and picked my head up to look at her over Bobbie Jo’s shoulder. She was smiling brightly and it hit me how beautiful she really was. The months of good food and rest had a dramatic effect and now she radiated youth and vigor.
“My name is Angela,” she said louder and with more conviction. Bobbie Jo pulled her close and began to cry. I wrapped my arms around both of them and we stayed that way until exhaustion overtook us.
“A good day indeed,” I thought to myself as I drifted off.
Chapter 9 – Threats
Brittany was tired. Her legs trembled and if it weren’t for the ropes holding her wrists above her head there would be no way she could stand. Mr. Phelps was determined to get his moneys worth and she had not slept the entire time she had been with him.
No sooner than Jimmy had walked out the door Mr. Phelps had her kneeling before him sucking his small whithered cock. She easily took the length into her mouth without gagging and within a few minutes he was cumming.
“Quick and easy,” she thought smiling up at him. She wouldn’t expect him to get hard again for a while so all she had to do was be nice to the old fucker for a few days. What she hadn’t expected was the stop at a drug store on the way to his house.
Brittany followed behind Phelps as he went up and down the isles picking up assorted items. Several rolls of bandages, duct tape, and an enema kit worried her the most. That was until he loaded the eight six packs of Red Bull and four boxes of Viagra.
As soon as they arrived at his nice sized home in the suburbs he hustled her down to his full basement. The area was very clean and orderly like he spent a lot of time there. A small desk with a computer sat against a far wall and there was a screen, like those used for photographers, positioned in front of a longer wall. Half the basement floor was open in front of the screen and the rest of the basement was full of rows of shelves that reached the ceiling.
He pulled an expensive looking camera from a cabinet next to the desk and positioned Brittany in front of the screen. Mr. Phelps had her model for him over the next half hour while his camera clicked away. She actually enjoyed it and was beginning to think this job wouldn’t be so bad.
When he was satisfied, the older man had her undress and he disappeared down one of the rows of shelves. He returned with a schoolgirl costume for her to wear and she put it on without argument. With camera in hand, he guided her through another photo shoot. He then set the camera up on a tripod and, using a remote, clicked off more pics with his prize sucking his cock and getting fucked in various positions.
Twelve hours later they had gone through many costume changes and Brittany was tired and hungry. When she complained Mr. Phelps pulled out a large wooden frame with latex sheeting stretched in the middle of it. He promised that after taking pictures with her in the frame he would get them something to eat.
Brittany was nude as she lay on the cool stretchy material and when he had her positioned the way he wanted, another sheet was pulled over her and fastened with an airtight seal. He slipped a tube into her mouth to breathe through and then turned on a small vacuum pump at the foot of the frame. At first it was just a little weird but within minutes the rubbery material began to cling to her body and she became claustrophobic. She tried to tear the vinyl and escape but she was now held tight with no way to move.
She could hear him taking pictures and she screamed into the tube but if he heard her he made no move to let her out. It seemed like hours before he put the camera down and straddled her. She could feel everything through the thin latex and with her arms tightly restricted above her head she felt extremely vulnerable. And then he began to tickle her.
He started slowly at first and then sped up as she howled into the tube. She hated being tickled and she was in sheer panic mode as he scratched at her underarms and sides. Unable to protect her sensitive areas she alternately, screamed, cried, and laughed as he continued for what seemed like hours. Finally he stopped and she felt him shift to where he was directly over her head.
He was basically still for a few minutes and she lay trapped beneath him wondering what was going to happen. She breathed deeply through the short tube, thankful that he had not done anything to impede the airflow. She could feel him moving slightly above her and then heard him groan. Seconds later, a small flow on cum dribbled into her mouth through the tube and she struggled to swallow it rather than suck it into her lungs.
Before releasing her from the vac bed he made her agree not to complain about the lack of food or sleep. “I hate complaining,” he told her, “if I hear any more of it I will put you back in here until its time for you to go home.” She had readily submitted.
After pulling her out of the latex bed she had been given another Red Bull and a new costume to wear. It consisted of a large diaper and an oversized baby bottle. He put her back in front of the screen and began directing her as the camera captured more images.
“Now shit in the diaper,” he told her. She was shocked and simply looked at him in disgust. He simply nodded at the vac bed and she squatted and began to try to comply with his wishes. She hadn’t eaten anything since arriving and it became obvious Phelps knew she wouldn’t be able to do it.
“Awww, so you need a little help baby?” he said in a creepy voice as if talking to an infant. She had been directed not to speak so she simply nodded. He walked to her with the enema set and began putting it into place by hanging the bag from a heavy eyebolt in the ceiling. He filled it with Red Bull before pulling off her diaper and shoving the hose up her ass.
He put her on her knees and ordered her to keep her face on the ground. Phelps surveyed his work and when he was satisfied, opened the valve before rushing back to his camera. Brittany squealed as the cool liquid emptied into her bowels and began to fill her. It burned its way lower into her and the cramps began almost immediately. In less than a minute she could take no more and tried to get up.
Mr. Phelps had anticipated this move and stepped on the back of her neck before she could. He held her in place as she grasped her stomach and shuddered in pain.
“Smile,” he said thumbing the camera remote and catching her expression of terror again and again. When the bag was almost empty he took his foot off her and she collapsed flat onto the floor. Her stomach was distended and she sobbed quietly from the cramps.
“Let’s get your diaper back on,” he said using his creepy baby voice. He warned her not to lose any of the fluid before tugging the tube from her ass. She strained to comply as he put the diaper back on. This time he had her stand and hold it while he took more shots. She strained against the force and finally relented, releasing the liquid very noisily into the cloth.
He had her sit down and undo the front of the diaper before slowing dropping it to the floor. The vile contents began to leak out and Mr. Phelps zoomed in to take more shots. Brittany almost threw up. She was forced to sit in the mess while he continued to take more pictures. Finally he let her get up.
“Time for a shower,” he said and pointed to a door across the basement. It was small rooms with a toilet, sink, and shower. It was not big enough to stand in without touching a wall but she was grateful to be able to clean up. When she stepped under the water she shrieked and immediately jumped back out.
“There’s no hot water!” she called to Phelps through the door.
“I know,” came the simple reply. She dropped her head in defeat. She had the choice of a cold shower or being covered in crap. She gritted her teeth and stepped back under the cold stream. She worked as fast as possible but by the time she had completely rinsed off she was freezing. There were no towels so she stepped out of the tiny bathroom soaking wet.
“I need a towel,” she said meekly.
“No you don’t. Come over here.” He pointed to a spot in front of the screen. “Lay down right here.” She did as ordered and he took a piece of chalk and began to outline her.
He told her to lay still and not to make a sound. She complied out of fear and he began taking more photos. A few minutes later he was finished and let her stand up as he went to get something. He returned a few minutes later pushing a shiny metal gurney on wheels.
He put her on the table face up and positioned her arms and legs before telling her to stiffen her muscles and not to move. She was really weirded out now and almost panicked when he attached a paper tag to her toe. “At least he’s not really killing me and taking pictures,” she thought to herself.
Phelps climbed on top of her and tried to stick his cock into her pussy but, with her being tensed up and legs together, it was too short. He satisfied himself by rubbing on her cold legs until he came in a little dribble. Brittany was surprised he could even manage that much considering the number of times he had fucked her.
He let the girl up and they each had another Red Bull before continuing. Brittany had no idea what time or even what day it was at that point. The hours drug on and she was beginning to wonder if she would ever be released.
The scenes Mr. Phelps set up became stranger as he hurriedly tried to fit all his fetishes into the short amount of time left. He brought out matching dresses for them to wear and fitted Brittany with a strap-on that she used to fuck him in the ass. She held back at first but then her rage overtook the girl and she pounded him mercilessly while holding him down on the table he had set up as a prop. It took him a few minutes to overpower her and his ass hurt like hell. At least he got some good pictures.
The hours gradually passed in a parade of the bizarre. An outfit designed to make her look like a horse complete with a butt plug tail. The zombie whore costume took a little more time, with bloody makeup and toy shotgun used as a dildo. She found herself hanging upside down in a batgirl outfit at one point and Brittany discovered sucking cock in that position was not easy even if the penis was small.
Although Brittany didn’t know what time it was, Mr. Phelps was keenly aware. He had accomplished most of what he wanted to do but left the last two hours for his most passionate fetish. None of the whores he had hired before would let him tie them up and use the bullwhip, but this time it was different.
When Jimmy finally rang the doorbell Phelps had quickly cleaned her up and put her back in the original clothes she came in. The marks from the whip weren’t as bad as he thought they would be and there was very little blood. Besides, there had been faint whip marks on her back already so, even though she screamed, it was assumed she enjoyed it.
She could barely stand and her eyes were glassed over from exhaustion. She wobbled as she crossed the threshold and leaned heavily on Jimmy for support.
“I will have the papers for you to sign tomorrow,” Jimmy had told the older man. Phelps looked haggard and worn as well.
“No problem,” he nodded and began to shut the door. Suddenly he turned back to Jimmy, “how about another $10,000 off if you let me keep her for another week?”
Jimmy had to catch her limp body as Brittany fainted.
We stood around the big table and waited for Dad to show up. He had called the impromptu meeting and there were at least a dozen guys from all over the country. Most I knew, but some I had never met. Whatever the reason for the get together, it must be important.
The last two months had been full of activity for me. I decided to refurbish the gym first and it had taken longer than expected to get everything done and the equipment back in place. We were set to reopen in a week and then we could start on converting the warehouse space into our headquarters.
For now, we only had the big room I had built in the corner of the building to give myself a place to oversee the construction. It doubled as a study hall so I could keep up with school, and Smitty had hung a punching bag so I could hammer out a workout if I got stuck here with construction issues.
Dad stepped into room and moved immediately to the head of the table. He glanced around and everyone, realizing the seriousness of his look, quieted down and gave their full attention.
“We have a situation;” he said gravely, “Sergeant Morgan has been murdered.”
Chapter 10 – The Unknown
Dad went to work to find the killer immediately. Jason and I began to coordinate with the six teams we had and put any missions not active indefinite hold. Since we were running three missions per month at an average of $1.2 million each there would be a major cash flow reduction until we knew the cause of Sergeant Morgan’s death.
I had never let Angela be seen by anyone other than Bobbie Jo and Katy, so I wasn’t too concerned, but I made sure that the girls knew how to use a gun. Teaching Angela had been easier than I thought and she was fascinated by the pistol I let her shoot. She turned out to be a natural and even more accurate than Bobbie Jo who had been shooting guns all her life. I also found that watching naked girl shoot a gun was more fascinating that I anticipated.
I built a place for the girls to hide using a tornado shelter that was designed to be buried underground. Bobbie Jo and I picked it up ourselves with Dad’s truck and a trailer from the ranch and borrowed her parents backhoe to install it rather than hire someone. We wanted to make sure we were the only ones that knew where it was. Once it was in the ground and camouflaged I felt it would be next to impossible to find.
The work on the warehouse continued with Jason and I doing most of the construction downstairs at night when no one was around. We wanted a secure location in case of trouble and the basement seemed the likely spot for a standoff.
The gym was up and running now and it was bustling with activity. Smitty was booked for weeks in advance and as a cover it was perfect. Our team members were hired as self defense instructors so there was never a question as to why they were at the warehouse and we were actually making a small profit as well. Between the late nights and keeping up with school I was exhausted.
Six weeks passed and Dad had no concrete leads on who had killed Morgan. Since he had been working on a construction contract as cover for the Glesh mission, the sergeant had stayed to finish his cover job. He had been found beaten and shot with two different caliber guns. The Guatemala police had written it off as a street robbery.
Two weeks later one of our lead men in Panama was killed. His job was to check out clients and make sure we were not getting set up to do missions for the wrong type of people. He had been found beaten and shot in much the same manner as Morgan. The two murders so close together put Dad on edge and he felt someone was closing in on our teams.
“You need to make sure you keep Angela hidden,” he told me. “If it’s Glesh, he will use any means necessary to find Angela and have her killed along with everyone that helped her. He is one of the worst and he has the money to get what he wants.”
“Already taken care of,” I said, “I have one thing I want to check out but I think Jason and I have covered everything.” He nodded his approval.
“I’m going to take a month off and go figure out what is happening. Your mother is going to stay with Grandma and I will need you to avoid the house. Just stop by to check on it once a week with Jason or one of the other guys.”
He and Mom were both gone before the weekend.
Brittany peeked out her second story window and watched as the boy walked the girl to the door and give her a peck on the cheek. “Perfect,” she thought, “just like I taught him.” Shelly Meyers had been one of Brittany’s close friends before Jimmy had enslaved her. Now that her reputation of slut permeated the school, no one would be seen with her except Wendy and her hoard of geeks.
She went downstairs and waited at the back door. If Brad didn’t think she was madly in love with him this wouldn’t work. She knew she couldn’t lay it on too thick or there would be another glitch in the plan like the fight with Jimmy.
Brittany had showed Brad a few whip marks from Maria and blamed it on Jimmy. She had basically told the story of how she had blackmailed Wendy only reversing their roles to make Brittany look like the innocent victim. He had bought it hook, line, and sinker to the point he had been enraged. Brittany had tried to stop the attack but it was no use and she was standing in the hall that day to watch in case Jimmy did actually get beat up.
The fight went about as she had figured even though it had been a surprise attack. Jimmy gracefully thwarted Brad’s charges and then used his mass against him. It had been a lopsided contest and Jimmy had left before finishing off his wounded foe. Was he afraid of getting expelled again… or just getting smarter?
Brad came bounding up the back steps and Brittany jerked open the door and leapt into his arms like he was a long lost lover. “I missed you so much,” she cooed in his ear as he carried her inside. They ended up on the couch without worry of interruption since Maria went to see her boyfriend about an hour to the north twice a week.
‘How did it go?” she asked as he began immediately tugging at the buttons of her blouse.
“Good,” he said, “I told her just like we practiced.” Brittany smiled at this. He was a good student and as long as she gave him all the sex he wanted Brad would continue to be a good puppet.
He wasn’t the only one that was doing her bidding. Wendy didn’t know it but she had been carefully manipulated to help create a small network of men to develop Brittany’s plan. When Wendy dropped her off at different businesses to humiliate her as a whore, Brittany began to negotiate for other favors besides the ones her mistress demanded.
The convenience store clerk across town was owned by an elderly gentleman that was more than happy to get her a cell phone if she let him fuck her in the ass. After the first time, she only offered this service when she needed more minutes added. She had to rip out part of a seam in her purse in order to hide the small phone in the lining to keep it out of Wendy’s sight.
The computer store was owned by a past customer at the strip club. She was sure she had danced for him or sucked his cock or something and the man was more than willing to set up a few email and an online auction accounts in Jimmy’s name for her. She used the accounts and the knowledge gained from the Russians to begin setting up the network of evidence that would eventually ensnare her nemesis.
Brittany was in a dilemma at the moment. She would need a car and a few hundred dollars in cash to put her idea into motion. Wendy never dropped her off at a dealership because there was nothing that she wanted from car lot. Brittany might have to steal a vehicle but that didn’t appeal to her because the police might be looking for it before she could complete her goal.
“Uggghhhh!” Brad bellowed. Brittany gyrated under him and squeezed him tightly as he came. The pattern was always the same. Missionary position for a few minutes and then onto her knees doggy style so he could fuck her from behind before having her kneel in front of him for a blowjob. It was boring but necessary to keep him in line.
Brad had a car. An idea formed and the last piece of the puzzle dropped nicely into place. The scenario wasn’t ideal, but it would get her out of town and put Jimmy in the hot seat with a lot of explaining to do to the police.
It was late as I headed home from the warehouse. Things were going well and we were down to getting the final trim installed through out the building. The clean understated tone gave just the right vibe and I really liked the layout. The basement was also close to completion and included a few reinforced concrete holding rooms and a shooting range.
The phone rang and I was happy to hear Katy’s voice on the other end of the line. She wished me happy birthday and we laughed as we reminisced about last year and our trip to the city with Diane. So much had changed since then and it seemed like years ago that we had been together.
When I got to the ranch and opened the front door I was greeted to a very welcome sight. The two girls had decorated for my birthday, both the living room and themselves. Their outfits consisted of cowboy hats, leather riding chaps, boots, and nothing else. It was the most clothing that I had ever seen Angela wear and it accentuated her curves in all the right places.
Bobbie Jo came to me first and greeted me with a deep passionate kiss while pressing her large breasts against my chest. Angela smiled and gave me a hug before both girls knelt in front of me and worked my rapidly hardening cock out of my pants. The alternated between licking my balls and sucking my cock until I could take no more. Within a few minutes I was cumming and Bobbie Jo didn’t hesitate to swallow it all.
They had obviously planned out the entire evening so I just followed along. There was a small birthday cake and we had a few bites before they couldn’t hold their excitement any longer.
“We have to go to the stables,” Angela said anxiously, “we have surprise.” She took my hand and pulled me out the back door and across the yard to the horse barn. Inside there was a rope hanging down from the center rafter with a large braided chair at the end of it. It was odd looking but when Bobbie Jo sat in it the purpose of the loops and knots became clear.
“Angela worked on this all week,” Bobbie Jo told me as she swung playfully in the structure. She pulled her feet up and put them in loops and when she laid back her legs opened invitingly.
“Wow,” I said in amazement. The swing looked impressive and I kissed Angela on the forehead as she beamed with pride, “Thank you Angela, this is amazing.”
I quickly took off my pants and stepped between Bobbie Jo’s outstretched thighs. My cock slid easily into her wet pussy and I used the ropes on the swing to push her back and forth on my cock. Angela got behind her friend and began pushing her as well and before long Bobbie Jo was flying back and forth in a blur. She groaned and wiggled on each stroke and before long her pussy clinched my cock tightly as she came in a long low moan.
Angela quickly shooed her from the swing and took her place as I continued in the same position. The ability to stand in one place and use my arms to fuck the girls by pulling at the ropes was different and turned out to be a lot of fun. Angela seemed to be really enjoying herself as she tugged at the ropes to change the angle that my cock was entering her. Occasionally she would squeal when I hit a tender spot and other times she would just close her eyes and groan.
When she began to pant and closed her eyes in concentration, Bobbie Jo grasped her from behind and began nibbling on her ear. Now that she was held in place I began to rock in and out of her in at a steady pace until she begged me to fuck her faster. I picked up speed until I was pounding her hard and she leaned heavily into Bobbie Jo and screamed as her body convulsed again and again. I couldn’t hold out any longer and began to shoot my cum into her as she wailed in pleasure. We had never seen Angela so wound up and as I tried to catch my breathe she began murmuring in Spanish.
“She says she likes it,” Bobbie Jo translated.
We continued to play with the swing the rest of the night. Angela reset a few knots and the girls could lay face down on the rope seat and let me fuck them from behind. When they had both tried that position the swing was adjusted back so they could sit in it and the girls took turns playing a new game.
One girl with sit in the swing with her legs spread and the other would pull her back about six feet. When the swing was released it would arc down toward me as I stood with a hard on. If all went well my cock would slide straight into a wet pussy and our bodies collide with a ‘thump’ and the girls would cheer. If their aim was off it could be painful for me, but not enough to stop playing our little game. This went on late into the night until we were totally exhausted and made our way back to the house.
I couldn’t help but notice how much different Angela was. Six months earlier she was frightened all the time and we didn’t even know her real name. Tonight she was having fun and laughing. I had to wonder if keeping Brittany as a slave would be the right thing to do. Maybe she had spent enough time being ordered around that she would appreciate her freedom enough to start living differently.
Or maybe not…
Chapter 11 – Preparation
“Crusher1, that’s his screen name?” I asked incredulously.
“Hey, I wouldn’t be talking about others with a screen name like yours,” Jason retorted. I brushed it off and read more of the responses on the computer. The conversation was straight forward and I could see were it was going. Jason had been manning the communications room for the last few days and it seemed that this would be an easy mission to figure out. One meeting would tell me if we needed to continue or walk away.
“May 28th,” I read, “That’s the day after the prom. Guess I won’t be staying out late that night.” The meeting with Crusher1 would be in a town five hours away so I probably wouldn’t get to spend a lot of time at the prom at all. I hoped Bobbie Jo would understand.
“You know your Dad said there would be no more missions until he got back,” Jason reminded me. He had helped to this point but I didn’t know if he would go any further.
“I have my reasons,” I told him, “I want to be ready in case Dad doesn’t show up in the next few weeks.” Jason nodded and opened a log book for the amateur radio. It showed Dad’s last contact dated two weeks earlier. Jason had waited for word from him each night as was our operating procedure but there had been no contact. We started waiting an hour earlier and later just to be sure, but we had heard nothing from him and I was beginning to get worried.
“The digital recorder came in yesterday,” Jason indicated a box on one of the shelves, “I’ll set it up and we will have 24 hour coverage in case he tries at a different time.” The recorder was expensive but it would catch any transmissions on the set frequency that we used and we could replay it any time. It was easier and less stressful than sitting around waiting for the call to come.
I moved down the hall and through the main office into the situation room. We could easily fit 30 men in here for briefings and the walls were lined with white boards. I walked to the far corner where a map of Brazil was attached. There was a stretch of the Amazon River highlighted and I traced the line with my finger to a point where it abruptly stopped. It was the last location Dad had transmitted from.
I decided to give him three more weeks before going to look for him. I would have gone sooner but Jason and the other guys argued that they had all been out of contact on a mission for a month at a time.
“Things happen in the field,” Jason told me, “he may not be in a position to contact us and going to find him could put him in danger.” I backed off after hearing this. I didn’t want to rush in and get Dad hurt so I decided to give it until after Bobbie Jo’s prom.
My school’s prom was first and I knew it would be a big deal for Bobbie Jo. Jason would drive the limo and we would go to dinner, the prom, and then home for the grand finale. Angela had never been to a prom and she had little knowledge of what it entailed. She caught on quickly though as Bobbie Jo perused websites and the two giggled, oh’d, and ah’d over dresses.
I was preoccupied with Dad’s disappearance and decided to go for a ride on one of the horses. I wasn’t far from the house when I heard hoof beats and turned to see the girls riding double. I had never seen Angela on a horse before and she looked terrified as she clung naked to Bobbie Jo’s back. She steered her horse close to mine and we continued in no particular direction.
“What’s wrong?” Bobbie Jo asked.
“Dad hasn’t checked in yet,” I told her, “I’m afraid something has gone wrong.” She reached over and touched my arm and we rode like that a ways further. I felt something move behind me and realized that Angela had climbed on my horse and was holding me tightly from behind with her breasts pressing against my back.
“Is Mr. Dad ok?” she asked. Her English was better but she still missed parts of conversations.
“I don’t know,” I shrugged. She seemed even more confused. “Mr. Dad is lost,” I told her and she immediately understood. She put her head against my shoulder and held me quietly while we rode slowly along the trail.
Suddenly Bobbie Jo kicked her horse in the ribs and took off at a gallop toward the pond. “Last one in is a rotten egg,” she called over her shoulder and I followed her lead with Angela practically squeezing the air out of my lungs as we accelerated in an effort to catch Bobbie Jo. By the time we reached the waters edge, Angela had her leg wrapped around me and was squealing excitedly.
Bobbie Jo and I undressed while the naked Angela went straight into the water only to jump back out. It was still cool this time of year and even with the sun beating down on us it took a minute to get used to the temperature. Before long we were splashing around and having fun. It was a well needed release from all the tension of the past few weeks. I made my way to Bobbie Jo and kissed her as we stood in waist deep water. Watching the two naked girls playing in the pond had me worked up and my cock poked at her under the surface. She smiled and grabbed hold of it, slowly stroking me while we kissed some more.
Angela watched our embrace and floated contently close by, happy to watch rather than join in. She occasionally used her hands to paddle one way or other in order to make it easier to see us.
I pulled Bobbie Jo deeper into the pond and caught her legs under my forearms. She floated to me easily and reached between us to position my cock at her entrance before settling down onto it. We kissed again without moving, locked together with the cool water flowing around us. I finally began to move, slowly at first, and then picking up speed until I was going as fast as the water would allow.
Bobbie Jo responded to my efforts by pulling my arm away and wrapping her legs around my back. She humped against me wildly and before long we were on the verge of climax. Her pussy clinched me tightly and I groaned as we squeezed each other, both of us coming.
After a while we untangled ourselves and moved back to the shallow water. The sun was starting to set and it was cooling off so we decided to head back to the house. Since Angela had no clothes we all mounted up naked and road all the way back that way. As soon as we were inside the girls began looking at prom dresses again.
“Angela, how many grades did you go to in school?” I asked. It hadn’t really occurred to me but she had been taken before finishing high school.
“Ten grades,” she said softly. There was sadness in her voice and I wondered if there was anything I could do to help her at least get a GED. It wouldn’t be the same as finishing high school but it would be something. I also planned to set her up financially. For the time being I was more concerned about her being able to trust us enough to wear clothes.
Brittany’s head bobbed up and down in man’s lap trying to get him to cum. She was thrilled to be putting her plan into effect today and the computer man was the first part of a series of events that she needed to coordinate. She used her hands to knead his balls and he responded by filling her mouth quickly. She was used to it now and simple wiped anything that escaped her lips with the back of her hand.
“Did you put it up?” she demanded. “Show me!” He moved to one side and zipped up his pants as Brittany checked his work. A picture of her holding a pen with the words John Zasby Colectable under it took up most of the screen. The headline was a purposely misspelled code the Russians had taught her when she was thinking of selling Wendy. The picture on the auction was rarely of the girl being sold because when she disappeared no one wanted it tracked back to the auction site.
The price showed $100 but the bidders that were privy to the code would know that was times 1000 making the opening bid $100,000. If someone was interested they simply asked for photos to be sent to a private email address. Brittany already had a group of ten pics of Shelly Meyers loaded into a folder and she had instructed her computer puppet to send this folder any time a bidder asked for them. There weren’t any nude shots but it was the best she could do.
Two weeks from now Brad would pick Shelly up for the prom but she would never make it. Brittany would take his car and Shelly to the buyers rendezvous point and walk away with the cash. Once she had the money she would dump the car and go anywhere she wanted. Brad would report that Jimmy had carjacked them, well probably not, since he was weak and would cop out on her. It didn’t matter because she would be long gone by the time anyone realized what happened.
She hadn’t let Brad in on her plan and probably never would. She had made up a story that Shelly was Jimmy’s girlfriend and fucking her would be payback for the humiliating defeat he had suffered at Jimmy’s hands. Brad was easy to convince since Shelly was cute and once he found out it was his job to fuck her at the prom there was no argument.
Brittany was giddy with anticipation now and she knew she had to control herself or Wendy would know something was wrong. She also had to be sure she would be able to come back.
“Spit on my face,” she told the geek.
“Wha, what?” he stammered.
“Just do it dumb ass!” she growled. He spit a little on her forehead and it just pissed her off. “Are you a fucking retarded? Spit on my face for real.”
He didn’t like the insult at all and this time he covered her face with so much spit it dripped down her cheeks. Brittany thought she would throw up as she and turned to go, picking up the computer game for Wendy on her way out.
“What the fuck happened to you?” Wendy asked when Brittany got back into the car.
“He made me suck his dick and then spit on me!” she cried for her mistress’s benefit. “He is the worst! Please don’t make me go back!”
“We should give him another chance,” Wendy smiled, “he might not be as bad next time.”
“Yeah bitch,” Brittany thought as she wiped her face and pretended to still be distraught, “you’re a good little puppet.”
Luckily for Brittany their next stop was the convenience store with the old man. Brittany was low on minutes and needed to reload her secret phone before the bidding got into high gear. She knew what would be involved and mentally prepared herself to let the old man fuck her ass.
As soon as she walked through the door the old pervert sat up and looked at her expectantly.
“I need minutes for my phone,” she said simply. The old man smiled broadly and hustled her to the stock room. She barely had a chance to lift her skirt before she was bent over and his cock was fully inserted into her ass. He pumped furiously into her and she had a difficult time keeping her balance. It only lasted a few minutes but the old ma wasn’t done this time.
“Suck it,” he said as he breathed heavily from his exertions, “suck my cock you filthy slut.”
“Nooo!” Brittany wrinkled her nose in disgust as she stood up and smoothed out her tiny skirt with her hands.
“You don’t suck, I don’t give minutes for your phone,” he said flatly. The girl groaned and dropped to her knees. Her plan depended on getting in touch with buyers and she knew he was not going to have pity on her. She gagged as the dirty cock was shoved into her mouth.
Chapter 12 – Brittany’s Party
The warehouse offices were finished but there was still several thousand square feet left open at the back of the building. I planned to use it as a parking garage and a shop later but now it sat vacant. It seemed as good a place as any to have a party.
I had several tables and chairs brought in as well as pizza and sandwiches. The lighting was bright and I had a stereo set up to one side. There were also a few tables with different types of clothing or implements that Brittany mentioned in her little black book of blackmail. They were spread out and covered three long tables with a few of the whips hanging over the side.
To make it comfortable, I had four big overstuffed couches set up in a semi circle with coffee tables in front of them. On a whim I had a soda machine installed next to the food tables rather than having to deal with bottles.
I invited the entire crew that had been there the night we saved Wendy, Diane, and Katy from the Russians. The twins, the Three Amigos, and, Diane had all promised to attend and Katy had flown in just for the occasion.
By seven everyone had arrived including Brittany so I had everyone sit on the couches and addressed them.
“Tonight we are having a party,” I started, “in honor of Brittany.” Everyone looked at the girl and I beckoned her to stand next to me. She fidgeted, unsure of what was going on and understanding it couldn’t be good for her.
“It has been almost a year since we all came together because of Brittany,” I continued, “so tonight we are going to see how much of this book we can complete.” I pulled the blackmail book out of my back pocket and opened it up to a page I had marked. I handed the book to Brittany.
“Read it,” I told her. She hesitated for a few seconds before beginning to speak.
“Have a party and make the slut serve us while she is naked,” realization came over her face as she continued, “have games that uses the slut throughout the evening.” She closed the book and handed it back to me.
“I have about ten things in the book that we can do here tonight,” I said, “you can choose from the book or you can do whatever you want. Everyone gets a turn.” The group began clapping and immediately began to discuss what they would put the girl through.
“Get undressed and start serving them,” I ordered Brittany, “she meekly began taking her clothes off and dropped them on a nearby chair. She moved closer to the couches and asked Wendy what she would like to eat.
“Get on your knees and ask correctly,” Wendy snapped. Brittany dropped to the floor with her head bowed.
“Mistress, may I get you something to eat?” the girl asked softly.
“Yes,” Wendy said, “get me and David some pizza and put it on the table.” The slave moved quickly off to fill her order and returned a few minutes later to kneel in front of Diane and the twins. She took their order and scurried to take care of her request before moving to the next guest.
We sat around the tables catching up, especially with Katy. She told us about college and how it was twice as hard as high school but there was a lot of fun things too. We basically ignored Brittany except to order her to get us more food or drinks. We laughed and kidded each other until we were all full and ready to move on.
“Three Amigos, you’re first,” I said. We had passed the book around everyone had picked from the marked pages.
“Wendy and I will go together if that’s ok,” David said. The other guys shrugged and Curt turned to a page and handed it to Brittany to read.
“Have the slut service several men at once while being paddled,” she looked up surprised as the geeks never seemed sadistic before and she had been ordered to fuck them on several occasions.
“It was the closest thing we could find,” explained Jerry, “we actually have a prototype machine we would like to try out.” They left to go to the car and get their machine while the rest of us guessed what it would be. They returned a few minutes later with a box that had electrical wires coming out of it. Clearing a table, they began preparing the device.
“It’s an orgasm machine,” beamed Curt as he plugged in various wires and fiddled with dials. “We don’t know how much power to give it so we need a test subject to dial it in.” Brittany was forced to lie on the table face down and Jerry took a narrow butt plug with wires hanging out the end and shoved it into the girl’s ass.
“How is that going to work?” asked Diane, “Shouldn’t it be in her pussy if it’s supposed to give her orgasms?”
‘Not necessarily,” replied Curt, “if we can stimulate the right area she will cum and her pussy will still be open for someone to fuck her. We drew straws and I won so Jerry gets to go first.” He noticed everyone was looking at him as if he had lost his mind. “He goes first because we don’t know if the current will transmit to the person fucking her. I told you it had to be tested.”
Jerry had already undressed and now he stepped up to Brittany’s waiting pussy before sliding his already hard cock into her. He looked to Curt who was busily turning dials on the machine and writing down readings. He nodded to Jerry and flipped a switch. Brittany jumped at the sensation of the electric pulse but stayed in place as Jerry began to stroke in and out of her.
The pair had obviously decided what they were trying to find out scientifically and they alternately called out information about the test.
“No pulse detected,” said Jerry in a clinical voice as he continued to fuck the girl.
“Power at 2.7, increasing to 3.2,” Curt replied.
“No pulse detected pussy contractions at 3.”
“Increasing power to 4.7,” Curt said as he turned the dial.
“No pulse detected, pussy contractions at 5,” Jerry nodded toward Brittany, “she’s starting to feel it.” The slave was panting and beginning to gyrate under Jerry as the machine put out a high pitched whine.
“Increasing power to 5.5, slight voltage load on f2,” came the reply. We all sat watching in disbelief as Brittany began to thrash and moan under Jerry.
“I can feel the pulse,” Jerry said through gritted teeth, “I can’t hold out much longer!”
“Keep it up!” shouted Curt excitedly, “We’re almost there!” He frantically turned knobs and tried to write down readings at the same time.
“Turn it up,” cried Jerry, “full power!” Brittany was bucking wildly against the table and moaning loudly.
“I’m giving it all I’ve got Captain; I don’t think she can take any more!” The meter in front of Curt was pegged out and the dial was turned all the way up. Their subject was spasming in orgasm now and Jerry had a death grip on her hips to keep his cock inside her.
“Hit the boost! Hit the boost!” Jerry screamed.
“But we don’t’ know if she can take it!” Curt yelled back.
“Hit the boost! Hit it now!”
“OK!” Curt pushed a red button on the control panel and the fucking pair froze for an instant as their muscles locked up. Jerry’s cock popped out of Brittany spewing semen as he fell backward in cartoon fashion. He was stiff as a board as he went down and he landed on his back with a thud against the hard concrete with his hard cock pointing straight toward the ceiling and still squirting cum.
“It worked!” yelled Curt as he jumped up and down, “I can’t believe it worked!” He ignored his friend lying on the ground and began taking notes as fast as he could write.
Brittany was slumped on the table and the only movement from her was an occasional involuntary twitch. She slowly came too though, and I realized she was ok.
We helped Jerry to the couch and he sat in a daze for a few minutes while he recovered.
“Are you ok dude?” asked David.
“It worked,” he mumbled, “I knew it would work.” We all laughed and got up to get drinks since our waitress was out of commission for a while. Brittany started moving again within a few minutes but she wasn’t really back on her feet for almost an hour.
Jerry and Curt were too excited to stick around and left as soon as Jerry could walk. He still had a hard on when he put on his pants but didn’t seem to notice as he and Curt headed for the door. Most of the conversation was too high tech for me to understand but I caught the words ‘reduce boost power’ and ‘patent’ a few times.
Dianne and the twins were next and they already had a page marked for Brittany to read.
“Find a boy to fuck,” Brittany read, “and make the slut lick the cum out of my pussy.” She closed the book and tossed it over to me. “I guess you need to have your two cocks fuck you first,” she sneered. Dianne raised an eyebrow at the remark and smiled.
“Not necessary,” she replied, “I knew about the party so I had them fuck me this morning.” Brittany’s face turned red with disgust and she choked back a sob as she realized what she was going to be forced to do. Dianne hadn’t washed all day and it would be horrible to have to eat her pussy now.
“Get to it,” Dianne snapped. Brittany turned to find a place to run and found Wendy standing in her path with a thin cane.
“Get to work,” Wendy demanded. Brittany had no choice. She had felt the sting of the cane enough to know that nothing was worse and she feared it over everything that had ever been done to her. She sank to her knees in front of Dianne and the twins laughed and joked at she began to tentatively lick at the pussy in front of her. She gagged continuously and even tried to get up once only to be stopped by the crack of the cane across her back. She redoubled her efforts after that to avoid any further punishment and worked furiously to make Dianne cum. It took longer than she wanted but eventually the girl reacted and came in a loud moan.
“May I go to the bathroom and wash up?” Brittany asked when Dianne released her. Everyone looked at me and I nodded. She padded off to the restroom and we laughed at how devious Dianne had been. A few minutes later Brittany was back and it was Katy’s turn.
She flipped through the book from memory and found the page she was looking for. Brittany knew the drill by now and began to read the page.
“Dress slut up like a puppy and don’t allow her to talk except to bark,” she slowed, remembering what she had written, “call over some friends and teach her some new tricks.” She stopped and looked hopefully at Katy.
“Keep going,” Katy warned.
Brittany’s shoulders dropped as she continued, “find a dog to fuck her and charge bachelor parties for the show.” Her hands were shaking and she was very afraid now.
“We’ll just do the first part,” Katy told the visibly relieved girl. She made Brittany get the leash and collar from the table along with the butt plug that had a dog tail built into it. Katy made the girl put everything in place on her own and then warned her to only speak by barking.
The next half hour was hilarious. Katy made her pet do all sorts of tricks and then gave her doggy treats for performing well. The funniest part was watching Brittany’s face as she was made to complete the different tasks. The twins joined in the fun when Katy suggested a game of fetch with a dildo. The two brothers competed to see how far they could throw the rubber cock and Brittany was made to go get it over and over again. By the time Katy was finished the girl was exhausted.
Next was Wendy. I wasn’t sure how far she would go to get revenge but I knew she had pushed the limit over the last year. The page she chose didn’t surprise anyone, least of all Brittany.
“Hang her from the ceiling and use different whips on her,” Brittany stuttered and trembled in fear as she read. This was the one thing she feared most and now it was about to become reality.
David threw a rope over a rafter and Brittany’s hands were pulled above her head until she could barely stand on her toes. Wendy was very dramatic with the different implements we had recovered from Brittany’s house. She drug a crop across the frightened girls stomach before swatting her breasts several times in a row.
With a year to practice, Wendy was now an expert at punishing the slave. She used all the canes, whips, and paddles that were on the table and Brittany’s skin was a dull red from head to toe within an hour. Occasionally David would swat her with a paddle or snap off a shot with the single tail whip but mostly it was Wendy’s show. I let her go on for an hour and a half before getting her attention and letting her know that was enough.
It was after two in the morning when it was finally my turn. David untied her and she dropped to her knees totally spent. She looked up at me with complete terror in her eyes as she knew I had a knack for dishing out the worst punishments. I flipped all the way through the book to the last page and held it up for her to read. She balked when she saw the page and her eyes were wide in fear.
“Read it,” I said firmly. She hesitated again and started to say something but thought better of it.
“Let her go,” she said softly, “to the highest bidder.” I closed the book as the others in the room gasped. Brittany started sobbing and hid her face in her hands. “No, no, no, no!” she cried.
I pulled an envelope from my back pocket and held it out for her. She was shaking as she took it and reluctantly tore open the seal. Inside were several bundles of cash and she stopped short, unable to comprehend what was happening. She looked at me in surprise.
“It’s only the first part that I want tonight,” I told her, “you are free to go as long as you never come back. If I ever find out you tried to do anything like this again there will be consequences.” She looked completely shocked and I turned to Wendy.
“Give me the keys.” Wendy tossed the Beamer keys to me and I handed them to Brittany. “There is $30,000 in that envelope, plenty of money for you to go somewhere else and start over. You have your car back and it has a full tank of gas. I suggest you get in it and drive until you are far enough away that if I change my mind I will never find you.”
Brittany didn’t move. She was unable to understand why I would let her go and she tried to figure out how I was tricking her. She looked at me again, got up, and slowly made her way to her clothes on the chair. She began putting them on seemingly waiting for someone to stop her and start laughing about what a big joke it was. No one was laughing.
Chapter 13 – Prom Night
Jason and I arrived at Bobbie Jo’s house a few minutes early. He had driven the limo as promised and I felt better with him around as last years prom hadn’t exactly gone as planned. I knocked on the door and Bobbie Jo’s mother answered, fawning over my new suit and carefully combed hair. Her father was pleased to see me as well. He was a hard working no nonsense kind of guy and we got along well. He shook my hand firmly and when his wife left the room asked me if I needed some extra money for dinner. I politely turned him down and he nodded approvingly.
Bobbie Jo came into the room and I almost fell over. I had never seen her in a dress before and the effect was stunning. The light blue formal hugged her in all the right places and I could swear she just stepped out of a fashion magazine. We stood for the obligatory photos and this was one of those times I wish we could go back to 35 mm in order for them to run out of film. I swear her mother took several hundred digital pictures before she was satisfied the moment had been captured.
We waved goodbye and Jason opened the door for us as we approached the car. He had met Bobbie Jo a few times when he came out to the ranch to shoot guns with me but I don’t think he recognized her at first. It wasn’t until she spoke to him that he realized who she was and his jaw dropped in surprise.
“Silly boy,” she laughed, “you’ve never seen a cowgirl get dressed up.” He was speechless but managed a smile as she got into the car.
We went to a restaurant in a town a few miles away that specialized in steaks. It was Bobbie Jo’s favorite and we were not disappointed. It appeared the higher end establishment was very busy with seemingly wealthy businessmen out on the town with their wives and very few of the younger crowd. I figured out why when I got the bill.
After dinner, Bobbie Jo and I cuddled in the back of the limo for the long drive to the school. We talked about nothing in particular until the subject of Angela came up.
“What do you think about taking Angela to the prom,” she asked. I had to admit it felt strange with just the two of us.
“I like the idea but how are we going to get her into a dress? Besides, it’s too late.”
“She could go with us to my prom next week,” Bobbie Jo suggested, “I will find her a dress by then and I will wear this one again to save money.” I smiled at her generosity. I knew she had saved up for the last few years to buy the dress and her mother had pitched in more money to allow her to buy a different one for her schools prom.
“I will buy a dress for her if you can get her to wear it,” I said, “even if she won’t go I would like to see her comfortable enough around us to wear something.” It sounded odd that someone would be uncomfortable being dressed but we had come to accept it. Her time with Glesh had caused a lot of psychological problems for her and she was just now starting to really trust us.
We would have to have security just in case Glesh was onto us. If she was spotted all beats would be off and it could get really dangerous for all of us. Bobbie Jo only knew some of the story about Angela, mostly what the girl had told her. I didn’t want to put her in harms way so it was really a tough decision as to whether to let Angela go to the prom.
We pulled up in a line of limos at the school’s gym. I was glad to see we weren’t the only ones in a nice car since staying under the radar was something I was trying to perfect. We were almost to the door when Brad stepped out in front of us.
“Where is she?” he demanded as he glared at us.
“Where is who?” I asked.
“Shelly,” he growled, “if you hurt her I will kick your ass.”
“Why would I hurt Shelly?”
“Brittany said you would take her to get back at me,” he snapped, “and now she’s gone.” He clenched his fists and took a step forward, “I’m warning you, tell me where she is.”
“Calm down,” I told him, “I’ve been with Bobbie Jo the whole time and you can ask my limo driver.” I waved for Jason and he immediately started toward us. I turned around and pushed Bobbie Jo in front of me as we walked briskly in Jason’s direction. I was almost positive Brad would jump me from behind but at least Bobbie Jo would be ok and Jason would pull him off me. Surprisingly, he followed along with no problem.
Jason sized up Brad instantly and made sure Bobbie Jo was behind him. I turned to face Brad again and now he had two guys to deal with. His demeanor changed and he was almost pleading with us.
“Just give her back,” Brad was saying, “I won’t call the cops. I just want her back.”
“Just tell us what happened and maybe we can help,” Jason said evenly.
“I picked up Shelly and I went to the flower shop like she said I should,” Brad said, “I parked in the back and went around the alley to buy the flowers and when I got back she was gone.”
“Who told you to buy flowers,” I asked.
“Brittany,” he replied, “she said I should park in the back so Shelly would be surprised when I came out with them.” Jason and I exchanged a glance and I turned to Bobbie Jo.
I’m sorry,” I said, “it looks like my luck with proms is running about the same this year.”
Brittany drove south in her Beamer happily singing with the radio. Shelly was quietly riding in the trunk and had been for hours. It was amazing what a stun gun could do to get a girls attention. Brittany had used the device once on Shelly when she pulled her from Brad’s car and again when she started beating on the trunk lid and screaming.
The second time the high voltage hit her, Shelly had gotten the message. Ride in the trunk quietly or get shocked repeatedly. Brittany hadn’t heard a peep out of her in hours and she probably wouldn’t open the trunk again until she dropped the bitch off with the buyer.
She had run as far as she could the night Jimmy let her go. There was enough money to get out and with her car being returned there was no need to buy another one. She could easily get an apartment and even finish high school if she wanted. It was seven am before she finally got a hotel room and she slept until four the next evening.
The first thing she had done was get a small computer tablet that would allow her to get internet. She bought a GPS map program to help her navigate toward the east coast in hopes of blending in and disappearing. When she got back to the room she set up the computer but dared not check her old email. She did however check the bid on the auction site without logging in and was shocked to see it at $275.
Brittany blinked a few times as she realized that was $275,000. If she had that kind of money she would really have no worries. She thought about what Jimmy would do if he caught her and then quickly pushed it aside. Jimmy would be in jail by the time he realized what had happened and she would be living it up.
It was Monday so she had five days to prepare. A quick trip to the hardware store netted her plenty of rope and duct tape. At the gun store she found there was a five day waiting period so that was out. The clerk suggested a rechargeable stun gun so she bought it.
The next day she went clothes shopping. The mall was packed but she still had fun trying on different outfits and buying whatever she wanted. It was like old times. That night she dressed in a short skirt and tight top that screamed slut and went to one of the rougher night clubs. She only stayed a few minutes but it was enough to have a guy follow her out to the parking lot to try to talk to her. She tested the stun gun on him and was satisfied it would work. He was still laying on the concreted when she drove off.
Saturday night she was waiting behind the flower shop and Brad had rolled up right on time. He parked the car and walked down the alley and as soon as he rounded the corner, Brittany had walked up and hit Shelly with the stun gun.
A few hours later she was headed toward her buyer with a very well tied, and quiet, captive. She pulled over at a truck stop for gas and then parked on the far end of the lot before going in to use the bathroom. She didn’t want anyone to hear in case Shelly started acting up again. She approached the car slowly, straining to hear if the girl was making any noise and she wasn’t. Brittany decided it would be a good idea to not open the trunk again until the buyer had paid her.
She stayed on the freeway until she was close and then weaved in and out of city streets until she passed the meeting place for tomorrow morning. Not bothering to stop she made the block several times to pick out a good place to park in the morning.
Satisfied she had several exit routes, she went back to the freeway and retraced her steps to the first small town and found a quiet back alley to get some sleep until it was time to see the buyer.
I explained as much as I could to Bobbie Jo as Jason drove us back to the ranch. She wasn’t too happy but she understood we needed to do something if a girl was in danger. Jason made the calls to get our people looking for Brittany’s car and I begin planning what I would do.
Probably the best course of action would be to go to our new headquarters and call the shots from there but I had the meeting in the morning that I needed to take care of. It was a five hour drive and it was already eleven. I needed to at least get a little sleep so I could be sharp when I met with Crusher1.
My bag was packed but I had a hard time leaving with Bobbie Jo looking so beautiful. She was obviously upset and I promised to make it up to her next week at her prom but it did little to comfort her. Jason would make sure she got home and then go to the warehouse to coordinate the search for Brittany while I kept a lookout on my way south.
I made a few phone calls to Dad’s contacts in different parts of the U.S. just in case Brittany slipped through our fingers. With everything at stake I began to wonder if it had been a good idea to let her go. Jason seemed to think so but right now I had my doubts. I just had to trust our team was good enough to find her before anything bad happened.
The drive down went faster than I thought because of light traffic and the constant phone calls as I tried to get in touch with our guys. By the time I reached my destination it was almost four am and I was feeling it. I set the clock in the hotel for seven and with all that was going on I thought I would be awake for hours. As it turned out I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Chapter 14 – The Meeting
Anyone that tells you that three hours sleep is enough is lying. It was already after seven and I was rushing around trying to get dressed for my meeting bumping clumsily into furniture. I needed to make a good impression and being late would certainly screw that up.
I rushed out the door and within minutes I was in front of the hotel where we were to meet. As soon as I parked I pulled the Sigma 9mm out of its hiding spot and checked it again. Dad had taught me to be overly cautious and I was following his advice.
I checked my watch and saw that I had two minutes to get to the door. There was no one lurking around or watching the building so I got out and walked directly to the door and rapped firmly. A big man in a suit swung the door open and when I stepped inside I realized there was someone else sitting at the table. It was Glesh.
I started to move but a gun barrel was already jammed against my head. The body guard pushed me to one side and began to pat me down. He immediately found my gun and tossed it onto the bed.
“Tsk, tsk,” Glesh said with a deep German accent, “you don’t trust me? Maybe I shouldn’t trust you!” He stared intently for a few seconds and then started to ask a question. He was interrupted when the door opened again and Jason walked in with another big man following him.
“What is this?” Glesh said loudly, “You bring another man with guns?” He looked back and forth between us and grinned. “I like you,” he bellowed, “always come prepared even for a friendly meeting.” He rocked back in the chair that looked tiny with him sitting in it and lit a cigar.
“I had several… er… possessions stolen from me recently,” he said between puffs, “do you know anything about that?”
“No,” I lied shaking my head. Glesh looked at me warily and then at Jason. He ignored him for the moment and stared at me. “You know nothing of this?”
“No,” I said in what I hoped was a calm voice. Glesh cocked his head and appraised me closely.
“What is your screen name?” he asked me. I hesitated and the man next to me pushed the barrel of the gun hard against my temple.
“It’s Rebelman,” I said. Glesh’s face went from deadly to soft in an instant. He laughed loudly and the men dropped their guns and walked over to stand next to him. He said something in German and the other two men laughed as well.
“I am sorry,” the big man said as he tried to calm down, “it just that your screen name is so, how do you say, weak.” He laughed again and I shook my head. Even Jason was laughing at this point.
“Ok, where is my replacement,” he asked as he went back to business mode.
“On the way,” I said, “it should be here in fifteen minutes.” The deadly look was back on his face and both the bodyguards moved their guns to bring attention to them.
“You come to a meeting and bring nothing with you? Is it in the car?” he sounded incredulous and I unconsciously touched my belt buckle which was a knife that slid into the leather of the belt. It wasn’t much against two guns but I knew Jason would be making a move if things got ugly and I had to follow his lead.
Glesh stood up suddenly and pointed a stubby finger at me. He was interrupted again by the soft knock on the door. Nodding to one of the guards, he sat back down as Jason moved closer to me to allow the guard to pass to the door. He opened it and stepped back allowing someone to come all the way in before shutting the door behind her.
The girl looked around the room and froze when she saw me. “What the fuck are you doing here?!” Brittany exclaimed. Her head swiveled from Glesh to me and back again as the guard grabbed her from behind.
“What the fuck!” she screamed, “Let me go!” Glesh looked over to me and nodded at Brittany.
“Do you always let them get so out of hand?” he said as the girl was pushed roughly in front of him and held for his inspection.
“That’s why she had to go,” I said, “she won’t learn her place so I thought maybe someone with your expertise could train her.”
Brittany’s eyes went wide and she tried to break away and come at me. “He’s lying,” she screamed, “I am the one that contacted you and sent you the pictures. Look at them again. The girl doesn’t even look like me!”
Glesh shrugged and clicked the link to the auction site on laptop sitting in front of him. He found the listing for the pen with Brittany holding it and gestured for her to look.
“Not that picture,” she whined, “the ones I sent you in the email.” Glesh shook his head but opened his email and found the folder he had been sent. He opened it and turned the screen for Brittany to see. There were ten pictures of her in various costumes, most showing her practically naked. She recognized them immediately from the horrible days she had spent with Mr. Phelps. Her heart sank and she began to shake.
Jimmy had known all along. He had played her again and even given her a way out which she foolishly refused. She was almost speechless but then she gathered her wits and pulled out her last card. “I have another girl in the trunk of my car,” she said boldly, “I will give her to you for free if you let me go.”
Glesh looked to me questioningly and I just sighed. “She lies,” I said dismissively, “a lot!”
“Check it out,” Glesh told one of the men. Brittany was held firmly as her pockets were searched for the keys and once retrieved the man left the room. We waited quietly for a few minutes as Brittany went over her options.
“I will kill you,” she said in a low evil voice, “when he brings that girl in here and lets me go I will kill you the first chance I get.” Glesh seemed amused by her outburst and I knew that she wasn’t going anywhere but with him.
The guard returned a few minutes later and shut the door behind him before shaking his head. Glesh turned to Brittany and shrugged.
“He’s lying,” she screamed, “I put her there myself! You need to go check. He may be trying to keep her for himself.” Her tone was almost pleading now.
“Maybe she got out when you stopped to go to the bathroom,” Jason chimed in. Brittany’s face turned crimson red and she burst into a tirade of vulgarity directed at no one in particular in the room. Glesh sat quietly taking in her rage until he had enough and nodded to one of the men. The burly guard knocked her out in one short punch to the jaw and she slumped in the other man’s arms. Checking to make sure she was out, he dumped her on the floor.
“Now,” Glesh said, “the bidding went to $280,000 last night and I have that for you.” The briefcase was set on the bed and opened for us to see. I quickly counted the rows and checked the denominations to make sure it was correct. Glesh didn’t seem bothered by this as I’m sure he had executed many deals in this fashion before.
“Can we have our guns back?” I asked. One of the guards stepped forward with our weapons but removed the clip and checked the chamber before handing them over.
“Our business is done gentlemen,” Glesh said in an almost cheerful voice, “I appreciate good business and I hope to do more with you again, but now you go.” We backed out of the room and went directly to my car.
“What’s our cover,” I asked.
“Terry on the roof with a rifle,” Jason replied, “he’ll watch us.” I pulled out of the lot quickly but I didn’t speed. The last thing I wanted was a ticket and having the car searched. We made it to the freeway without incident and I reached under the seat to pull out a radio. I handed it to Jason and he began checking in with everyone.
Shelly was already home and had told her parents what happened. The police were now involved and it would probably only take them a few weeks to figure out what went down. I was glad that Dad had taught me to be paranoid with Brittany and it was the weekly check of her purse that put everything in motion.
By the time we had discovered what she was planning with the computer geek it had been too late to stop the auction without calling attention to ourselves. We let the auction go and Jason had hacked into the website to retrieve the password for the account. Changing out the pictures and monitoring the auction was easy after that. We changed out the photos and kept up with the bidders and the emails on meet times and places. Once crusher1 was the winner I simply showed up at the hotel thirty minutes early.
Our team had used the tracking device we had installed in Brittany’s phone and it wasn’t hard to find her on the highway. One of the team unlocked the trunk when she had gone to the bathroom at the truck stop. The clueless girl had even made it easy by parking at the very back of the lot.
Now the police would find the Beamer and the DNA would back up Shelly’s story and everyone would be looking for Brittany. It was doubtful she would ever be found.
The mood was light at the warehouse and the seven man team gathered in the situation room. The debriefing was quick and simple since Jason and I had done most of the prep. The rest of the mission had been tracking Brittany with the cell phone and monitoring her until Shelly could be pulled from the car.
There was a lot of high fives and the meeting broke up in less than thirty minutes. I tried to call Bobbie Jo but got no answer. It would be surprising if she were at the ranch when I got home this evening. I had to make sure I got her and Angela to the prom this coming weekend and nothing could stop me this time. I sat by myself in the big room and began to plan how I would make this a prom to remember.
“Good you’re still here,” said Jason as he moved quickly into the room, “I just got a message from one of our contacts in Brazil. Your Dad’s boat sank in the Amazon and no one has seen or heard from him since.” He handed me a sheet with the coordinates and I plotted them on my map. The boat had sank less than three miles from our last contact point.
“Do we have a South American team?” I asked. He nodded affirmative. “Get them online now and lets send them in ASAP. Start putting together a secondary and let me know who you pick.”
I mulled over the slim details of the report. There wasn’t much to go on and we would need more intelligence before making a move. This was one of those decisions that I would have a difficult time making.
“Jason,” I said, “we need to sit this one out and stay here until we know what’s going on.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” he replied, “maybe we can get in on the third wave.” I nodded my agreement and we headed to the comm room to start making calls.
As Brittany slowly came to she had the feeling of movement. She felt as if she were in an earthquake and the entire planet was shifting and moving up, down, and side to side. She tried to open her eyes but couldn’t. “Dizzy,” she thought to herself, “the fuckers must have drugged me.”
Her faculties slowly returned and her eyes opened and tried to focus. She was looking at a rug and as awareness came to her, realization hit that she was laying on something that was holding her a foot off the ground. The next thing she noticed was the pain in her ass. The literal pain of being stretched, and the rocking motion that only happened when being fucked.
Her head cleared some more and she now understood she was tied to a coffee table face down and someone was pounding her ass with a huge cock. The pain was dull but becoming more intense as the drugs wore off.
“Finally awake,” came the booming voice from above her. She craned her neck and focused on the giant man before her. It was the monster from the hotel room and suddenly the entire nightmare came flooding back. She began to struggle in her bonds, pulling ineffectively at the ropes that bit into her flesh.
“You are welcome to try to get away,” the big man said, “I like a challenge.” He shifted in his seat and there was a loud crack. It took a second to register that he had just hit her with a riding crop. She tried to scream as the line on her back burned intensely, only to find she had a large ball gag in her mouth.
Desperate to find a way out she looked around and it became apparent that she was on a small airplane. She had never been on a private jet before but it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. Her head had cleared now and she weighed her options. Fighting would only invite his wrath so she decided that now was not the time to make a move. She would have to wait and watch for an opportunity.
Glesh saw her visibly relax and he sat back in his chair as the guard continued to fuck her. This one was smart and she could be quite devious. She would have to be watched closely until completely broken. It didn’t matter to him because he actually did preferred a challenge.
Chapter 15 – Dad’s Bad Day
Darrel James sat quietly and watched from his perch in a tree. He glanced at TJ who was in another tree fifty feet away and watching the small compound through binoculars. The three man team had been cut short a few days ago at the river and now only he and TJ remained.
Darrel had flown to Guatemala initially to find out what had happened to Morgan. At first he was concerned that Glesh had found them out but after a few days he realized that wasn’t the case. An eyewitness told Darrel that the men that killed Morgan were small and each wore a thin red sash tightly across their chest.
It was a dead giveaway for Bacu. One of their first missions had been to retrieve an oil field representative that had been kidnapped and held for ransom in Brazil years ago. The woman was a high level manager for the company, and when talks failed with the locals for drilling rights, she decided she could do the job better herself.
Bacu had seized the opportunity and executed a kidnapping that involved killing several guards. Once he had his prize, he demanded a sum twice what they usually asked for and the oil company had decided it was too much and to cut their losses. The woman was left in the criminal’s hands and they took out their rage on her with constant beatings and rape for the three weeks that they had her.
Darrel had put together a three man team with Morgan and they had tracked down Bacu. It was one of their first missions together and wealthy husband had made it worth their while to bring the woman home. That seemed like a lifetime ago and Darrel still didn’t know how their identities had been uncovered.
Once he understood who was after them it was a matter of finding Bacu and taking him out. The logical thing to do would be to go after him where they had found the woman so many years ago. To that end he had Martinez rent a small cabin cruiser that they could use for a base and the three had floated down the Amazon as tourists.
The cover hadn’t worked and they had been attacked from the river bank with heavy gunfire. Martinez had steered the boat toward the opposite shore as the wooden hull was riddled with bullets and began taking on water. TJ and Darrel had hung from the rail on the far side as the boat neared the bank and readied themselves to make a run for the jungle as soon as the sinking boat hit bottom.
Martinez never let off the throttle and the impact had thrown the two men thirty feet. Thankfully the soft mud broke their fall and Darrel caught a glimpse of Martinez’s dead body slumped over the wheel with several bullet holes leaking blood onto the deck. The motor was still running when the two survivors, using the cover of the boat’s hull crawled into the trees as bullets whizzed all around them.
Fifty yards into the jungle and they could no longer see the boat so Darrel and TJ headed west for four hundred yards before circling back to the river. From their vantage point they could see six men with military weapons, all with a thin red sash across their chest. Darrel used the binoculars to scan the men’s faces for Bacu but he was not among them.
The group didn’t try to cross the river even though it was dry season and the tide was down. A swim to the partially sunken boat would put them at risk because the crocodile like caiman patrolled the waters regularly and with less water to find food in they would be particularly aggressive. That was just one of a hundred different creatures waiting for a chance to take a piece out of any soft skinned human that braved the waters.
The two men sat patiently and watched as the patrol occasionally shot at or near the boat thinking they saw movement. After an hour they decided to move on but the leader positioned a man in a tree overlooking the wreck.
“No way to get back to the boat now,” TJ said as the rifleman climbed into the tree. They managed to grab their packs before going overboard but they only had their pistols and several clips. The packs also had some food and other survival items but the men knew it wouldn’t be easy to get out in one piece.
“We need to get across the river and follow them back,” Darrel said, “wherever they’re going Bacu will probably be there.” They searched the bank further upstream to find a suitable log to use as a makeshift boat. Most of the downed trees were too big to move so they settled on several smaller ones tied together in a raft. They would certainly get wet but it would be better than trying to swim across and especially since they would need to cross after dark.
Using crude paddles they had navigated the river without incident and found reasonable cover in a thicket of heavy underbrush to spend the night. Taking four hour watch the men weathered the night and were ready to go at daylight. It took only minutes to pick up Bacu’s men’s trail and they moved at a good pace until finding the compound.
Using the trees to get a better vantage point, Darrel surveyed the area. There was no fence and five small huts built on stilts about ten feet above the ground. There were at least a dozen armed men and a lookout posted at the edge of the cleared area near the huts. They spent all of that evening watching the movements of the men and looking for Bacu but he never appeared. By nightfall, he realized they would need a plan to get out of the jungle and get more teams to help them.
Darrel and TJ discussed the issue and both agreed if their target wasn’t there they should retreat and figure out where the leader of the group was hiding. Their meeting was interrupted by the screams of several women in the camp and the two men used their binoculars to see what was going on.
A large bonfire had been built in the center of the clearing and it was obvious the men were getting drunk as several bottles of alcohol floated between them. On a low table near the flames there were three girls and one of them was being held down while a man fucked her. He rammed into her repeatedly before grunting in pleasure and staggering away to let the next man have his turn.
“Let’s get back to the trees and see what happens,” Darrel said, “if they all get drunk it may be a chance to wipe out this post and take out some of Bacu’s men.” TJ moved quietly back to his tree as Darrel climbed the one next to him and settled into a fork about ten feet off the ground. He had a clear view of the camp from his perch and he watched as the remaining two girls were stripped and pulled to the ground.
The men were brutal and continued to attack the young girls continuously as Darrel looked for a weakness he could exploit. There were three men standing at the edge of the darkness smoking cigarettes and talking as they watched the scene unfold in front of them. All were armed with what looked to be AK47 assault rifles and they seemed to be guard duty for the night since they were not drinking or taking turns on the girls. It would be difficult if not impossible to get past them.
A slight movement below him caught his eye. He had to look twice but he realized there was someone below him in a ghillie suit moving cautiously forward with a rifle pointed at the guards. That type of camouflage was usually reserved for snipers and this one moved stealthily before setting up only three yards in front of Darrel.
He used his red light pointer to get TJ’s attention and then put the red dot on the back of the snipers head for a fraction of a second to show his meaning. In the moonlight he could see TJ coming down the side of the tree and he waited a few minutes before quietly dropping to the ground. He slid in behind the figure and with his knife in one hand he covered the person’s mouth with one hand while slipping the blade against their throat with the other. TJ was there a fraction of a second later and wrestled the rifle from the sniper’s hands. The struggling stopped when they saw the silenced pistol pointed at their forehead.
“Do you speak English?” Darrel whispered. The figure nodded and he continued, “I am going to uncover your mouth so we can talk. If you try to yell I will slit your throat right here. Do you understand?” He pressed the blade more tightly and there was a slow nod of understanding.
“Who are you?” Darrel asked as he released the grip.
“My name is Luiza,” a female voice responded, “I am here to get my sister back.” Darrel was shocked and tugged the hat off the girl allowing her long dark hair to fall out from under it. He pulled the knife away and she turned to face him.
“You are the American’s from the boat?” she asked.
“Yes,” he replied simply.
“I am surprised you lived. How did you make it across the river without getting shot or eaten?” She spoke fluid English with a Hispanic accent. He didn’t know why but that made him suddenly think she sounded sexy.
“We have a few tricks up our sleeve,” he smiled. She nodded and turned back to look through the brush at the girls being raped.
“Those three girls were taken from the university five days ago,” she said as anger welled in her voice, “I have been tracking them for days and now I am too late.”
“How many in your group,” TJ asked. She looked up at him and blinked in surprise.
“Just me,” she said defiantly, “it shouldn’t take many to wipe out such cowards.” Darrel was flabbergasted. This lone woman was ready to take on a small army by herself. It was suicide, but he had to admire her bravery.
“If you start shooting now we will all get killed,” Darrel told her, “if that happens she will have to go through this from now on.” He gestured toward the men using the young girls as they moaned and cried. Luiza dropped her head defeated. It was more than she could stand to watch the men brutalizing her sister only a few hundred feet away and she was powerless to do anything about it.
“I’m betting a large group of them are going out on patrol in the morning,” TJ said, “we should get out of here before we get ourselves killed.”
“No,” Luiza said emphatically, “I will not go without my sister. You can go and I will give you an hour before I start shooting them.”
“We’ll help you get your sister,” Darrel said, surprising himself. Maybe Jimmy was rubbing off a little. “But not the other two girls,” he added quickly, “It would be too hard to get all three out of here.” Luiza reluctantly agreed.
They moved back from the tree line they had been observing the camp from and found some cover to sleep in. TJ and Darrel took four hour shifts for watch since neither of us trusted Luiza. We knew little to nothing about her and he didn’t want to get caught in the middle of a fire fight because she couldn’t control her emotions.
TJ took first watch as Darrel tried to sleep. He didn’t think he would ever drift off as the sounds of the girls crying and screaming drifted to them like ghostly sounds from far away. As he began to nod off, he heard Luiza sobbing softly.
Darrel shook Luiza awake right at dawn. She jerked away as a reflex before remembering where she was and smiled for a second at Darrel. He held out his hand and pulled her to her feet as TJ came up to them.
“Seven men leaving right now,” he said, “the girls are in the second hut from the west and there are eight men left. Two guards that aren’t passed out on the perimeter and the others are sleeping it off.”
”We need to give the patrol a little time to get farther away,” Darrel said, “we can’t wait too long though or the rest of them will be waking up and we’ll have a lot of trouble our hands.”
“How do we get close without waking up the rest of them?” Luiza asked. Darrel held up a knife and TJ showed her the silencer on the gun.
“You get close to the one near the edge and I’ll line up a shot,” TJ told Darrel, “I’ll take the one closer to the hut out when you make your move.”
“Luiza, you cover us if it anything goes wrong,” Darrel began to move toward the east and TJ went the opposite direction.
“Darrel,” Luiza hissed as he pushed through the thick underbrush. He stopped and turned to face her. “Thank you,” she whispered and he simply smiled and disappeared into the bushes.
Chapter 16 – Angela
I was worried about Dad but there was nothing left I could do. It took everything I had to not rent a plane flight out to go look for him but I knew that wouldn’t make sense until we had some more information. Jason and I had a local team that spoke the language and knew the culture so they would get a lot further than we would. The second team would also have the advantage of the language and multiple trips to that area. With both these units in route there was little I could do to help and Jason finally ran me out of the communications room.
I headed back to the ranch to get some rest and was happy to see Bobbie Jo was there. She hadn’t taken my calls in days and she seemed surprised to see me since I had not been there since I got the news about Dad. I’m sure the worry and exhaustion was evident and her anger melted when she saw me.
She came quickly across the room and hugged me tightly before pulling me into the living room. Angela was still looking at the computer and deciding what dress she would wear to the prom. She immediately got up and moved to the couch when she I was home.
“What’s wrong,” Bobbie Jo asked she sat down next to me. Angela padded over and knelt before me putting her head down on my legs.
“It’s Dad,” I said, “his boat sank and we still haven’t heard anything about where he might be.” Bobbie Jo laid her head on my arm and we sat there for a few minutes until I couldn’t take it any more.
“I need to have some fun,” I said suddenly tire of being worried, “something to take my mind off this. Let me take you guys shopping.” Bobbie Jo sat up excitedly but Angela backed away and looked perplexed.
“I will wait for you here,” she said shyly. She looked so pretty kneeling on the floor, still naked and afraid to put anything on for fear of being punished.
“If you are going to go to the prom you will need some practice going in public,” Bobbie Jo pointed out. Angela nodded but she didn’t move. She knew it was true but Glesh had punished her so severely she still had trouble believing she was free.
“I want to take you shopping,” I smiled at her encouragingly. Her face lit up at the thought but immediately fell again.
“I have nothing to wear,” she said solemnly. Bobbie Jo laughed at this.
“I brought over clothes for you months ago,” she told the girl, “We’re almost the same size so everything should fit.” Bobbie Jo took her hand and led the nude girl to the bedroom where the clothes were hanging in the closet. I moved to the computer and flipped through the images of the dresses but I couldn’t see a lot of differences except for color. I trusted Bobbie Jo after seeing her on prom night though.
It took so long I thought Angela had backed out of going but she finally made her appearance. Timidly walking down the hall, she wore jeans, a long sleeved western shirt, and sandals. I had never seen her completely dressed and she looked amazing. I walked to her and she cringed as if waiting to be hit but I ignored her actions and gave her a hug and a kiss on the forehead. She smiled in relief and we walked arm in arm out to the car.
I helped Angela into the back seat of the Chevelle and Bobbie Jo rode shotgun. We kept the windows down and turned on the radio as we headed toward the mall. Bobbie Jo suggested the one near her school so they could go to the same store that she had bought her first dress from.
The mall wasn’t that crowded and Bobbie Jo went straight to the dress store with the wide eyed Angela in tow. In all likelihood she had never been to a mall and it was a new world to her. She was so excited she lapsed back into Spanish and I could no longer keep up with what they were talking about. Once we got into the store it became apparent that I was no longer needed and decided to wander around a bit. I happened to walk past an electronics store with a sale going on and I was suddenly hit with an idea. We had no TV at the ranch since I never really had time to watch anything but Angela had been there by herself a lot lately.
I had other reasons for buying the medium sized flat screen but it was mainly to help Angela pick up some more English. I also purchased a DVD player and surround sound thinking we might actually get time to have movie night since summer was almost here. By the time I had the car loaded Bobbie Jo had called to let me know they were ready to go.
I almost didn’t recognize Angela when I walked into the store. There were a dozen girls around her and they were all talking at once. She was smiling brightly and Bobbie Jo came over to the register.
“My friends from school,” she said, “they all wanted to meet her and find out who she is going to the prom with.” She looked at me with a raised eyebrow and it took a minute to understand her meaning.
“No way,” I said, “you and I are dates and she is just coming with us. I don’t want any rumors started about you at school.” She smiled slyly.
“I already told them she is going with both of us as a friend,” she giggled. “I still want to show you off.” I finished paying and grabbed all the bags of clothing they had bought. It was more than I expected but I didn’t complain nor did I look to see what they had picked.
Angela jumped at the chance to introduce me to her new friends and I played the nice guy through the entire ordeal. The girls giggled some more and talked excitedly about who was going with whom and what style of dress they were each going to wear. All of this information was in minute detail and my mind drifted a few times. Finally they had their fill of each other and everyone said their goodbyes.
I was halfway out the store when I realized the girls had picked up to more long dresses on hangers that were covered by some type protective plastic. I couldn’t carry any more so we trudged out to the car with our purchases and I once again got an earful of high pitched Spanish on the way back to the ranch.
By the time the car was unloaded and I had set up the new TV I was exhausted. I could still hear the girls in the bedroom trying on new clothes and laughing. I smiled to myself as stretched out on the couch and thought of how far Angela had come over just a few short months. The evening had taken my mind of other events and I nodded off into a deep sleep.
There was music playing when I woke up and it was dark outside. The stereo was on and I sat up on the couch in time to see the two girls coming into the living room wearing very revealing lingerie. They danced around in front of me so I could take in the full effect of their wardrobe. Bobbie Jo wore a leather corset that had what looked like a shelf to hold her large breasts on. The swayed and jiggled as she danced to the music and when she turned I could see her shapely ass was exposed by a leather thong.
Angela was dressed in a sheer white teddy that hugged her curves and accentuated her narrow waist. It also had a g-string that disappeared into her cheeks. Her smaller breasts were exposed and a feathery material outlined them to draw my attention.
My cock was instantly hard and the two smiled at each other when they saw my condition. The music played on as they took turns rubbing their ass on my erection in time with the beat. Five minutes of teasing and I pulled both of them to me, unable to wait any longer. They left the flimsy material on and I sat back and allowed them to seductively undress me. When my cock was exposed, Angela engulfed it and began slowly sucking me all the way into her mouth before pulling back until just the head remained. She teased the crown with her tongue and then began her descent so slowly it was agonizing.
Bobbie Jo pushed me all the way back against the couch and straddled my waist, thrusting her breasts into my face. She enjoyed having her nipples sucked to I obliged her by alternating between them as she moaned loudly above me. When I felt I was going to go over the edge because of Angela’s efforts I released Bobbie Jo’s nipples and pushed her onto her back on the couch..
I straddled her chest and dropped my engorged cock between her ample breasts. She smiled and pushed them together squeezing me between them as I rocked back and forth. Bobbie Jo suddenly gasped and I looked back to Angela teasing her clit with her tongue. The Hispanic girl had her eyes closed and I could see that her hand disappeared between her legs where I assume she was stroking her own bud.
I stroked my cock rapidly between Bobbie Jo’s mounds and she occasionally licked at the head as it went by her mouth. I grasped a nipple between each forefinger and thumb before gently twisting. She moaned loudly and I wasn’t sure if it was because of what I had just done or his Angela had touched a sweet spot.
I twisted them again only harder this time and it was obvious she was responding. Bobbie Jo leaned her head back and groaned as she began to thrash under me. I squeezed her swelling nipples harder still and her movements increased in kind.
Angela sensed Bobbie Jo was close and increased her speed as did I. The girl beneath me began cumming and unexpectedly screamed in release. My cock erupted thick ropes of white cum that splashed across her face in several long streams.
Practically falling off the couch I sat on the floor and saw Angela was laid out flat on the carpet breathing heavily. She had obviously cum as well and now she didn’t seem eager to move as recovered from her orgasm.
Bobbie Jo was splayed out on the couch beside me breathing heavily and had a glow about her. Both nipples were visibly swollen and she grinned at me.
“You found my weakness,” she said, “my nipples are my Kryptonite.” After what I had seen I believed it and I was already making plans for the future.
In a few minutes Angela crawled over to me and began sucking my cock. When she had me hard again she pulled me to sit on the couch and climbed into my lap. She positioned my cock with her hand and then slowly pushed herself down onto it. When she had the entire length in, she leaned all the way forward and laid her head on my shoulder. Wrapping her arms around me she moved up and down at her own pace tightly hugging me to her. I responded in kind by putting my arms around her back loosely and occasionally stroking her back with my fingertips. She took her time and her motions were short and steady. Several times she pulled her head back just enough to kiss my check or nibble at my ear but mostly she just held me that way and quietly rode my cock until I heard her breath quicken and she tightened her grip around my neck even more. She suddenly became rigid and a small gasp escaped her lips before she collapsed all her weight against me.
“Thank you Master,” she whispered in my ear. It would have been a hard thing to hear her say but her voice was so full of joy and contentment I wasn’t upset in the least.
Darrel James pushed the parts of the trees aside and tried to keep their pace as they hustled back to the boat. They would have to kill the sniper when they got there but they had the advantage of knowing where he was hiding. It was a miracle they had made it this far and he couldn’t help but think their luck would run out.
He had crouched in the underbrush as frozen in that position until his muscles began to ache. He could smell the cigarette smoke now and he kept his head down to make sure there would be no reflection off his face from the morning sun. The man’s boots had come into his line of vision first and he would have thought the sound of his heart would give him away. The boots moved slowly passed and he looked up to see the back of his enemy only a few yards in front of him as he wandered aimlessly along the perimeter.
Moving as quietly as possible Darrel stepped into the open area and moved quickly toward his target who never heard him coming. The big knife punctured the vertebrae at the base of the guard’s neck and exited through his throat on the other side without ever making a sound.
A barely audible ‘whomp’ drifted across the yard and he could see TJ standing over the body of the remaining dead guard. They rushed toward the buildings and TJ bounded up the steps. Now that Darrel was closer he heard the ‘whomp’, ‘whomp’, ‘whomp’ of three more men meeting their maker before he exited the building and moved quickly to the next one.
Darrel went to the last hut and stood just outside the door in case one of the remaining men woke up. He peaked in and saw four of them lying on the floor with rifles scattered about. ‘Whomp’, ‘whomp’, ‘whomp’ the silenced gun sounded again and TJ was moving systematically to the next building.
There was a noise from inside the hut Darrel was standing at. He peeked in again and saw one of the men sitting up and stretching. He instinctively grabbed his gun with one hand as he scratched at his crotch with the other. Staggering slightly he was almost to the door when the pistol sounded off again. ‘Whomp’, ‘whomp’. The man was instantly alert and as he stepped through the door Darrel’s knife sliced deeply across his throat. He tried to scream but only a strangled gurgle came out and Darrel was already through the door and poised above another one before he hit the ground. He quickly dispatched two but the last one was up and leveling his rifle at him when the flash from TJ’s pistol lit up the room for a split second and a large hole appeared in the rifleman’s forehead. He fell lifelessly to the ground and the gun clattered across the floor.
“The girl is in the second one,” he said matter-of-factly, “we better get out of here as soon as we can.”
Luiza had already untied her naked sister and though they quickly searched for clothes the girl relayed that the drunken men had burned all of them the night before. She had a look of terror in her eyes and clung tightly to her sister, too afraid to be embarrassed but her nudity.
“We have to go,” said TJ with more than a little urgency in his voice. They started back down the steps but Luiza stopped them.
“What about the others,” she demanded.
“The deal was for your sister,” TJ spat, “now let’s go!” He marched off toward the tree line with a newly acquired Russian rifle and several spare clips of ammo. He was halfway across the yard before he realized there was no one following him.
Darrel and Luiza stood several feet apart and stared at each other. He glance at the two remaining girls and thought of Jimmy. His son Jimmy had been willing to ride a horse across the mountains of Guatemala in order to save a girl he didn’t know. How could he do any less after that?
He stepped into the building and began cutting them loose. The naked girls ran outside to the waiting arms of Luiza and Darrel could hear TJ loosing it on the lawn.
“Muther fucker!” he was screaming, “How the hell are we supposed to get back to the river before they catch up with us? One is bad enough but three is suicide. When these dead pricks don’t call in we’ll only have a five hour head start. These girls can’t keep up with us through the jungle, especially butt naked!”
Darrel knew he was right but there was no way he could look Jimmy in the eye again if he left them here to die. He pulled off his over shirt and handed it to the first girl and Luiza did the same by giving hers to her sister Sophia.
“Oh shit,” TJ groaned as he took his off his shirt and held it out for the last girl. Darrel picked all the ammo clips he could find and shoved them into his pack before picking up a rifle and following the group into the jungle.
That had been four hours ago…
Chapter 17 – Dad’s War
It was almost dawn and they had only covered a little more than half the distance to the river. TJ had been right of course and the girls had slowed them do to a snails pace. They hadn’t been able to continue through the night after the moon set as the girls were exhausted. They were huddled together on the ground where the group had stopped and all of them had immediately fallen asleep.
“We have to get to the radio,” Darrel told the other two, “if I can get a message out maybe we can get some help and a ride.”
“If they’re monitoring the radio and if they already have boots on the ground and if they’re in this area,” TJ shook his head, “that’s a lot of ifs.”
“We aren’t dead yet,” said Luiza calmly. She knelt next to Sophia and brushed the hair out of her eyes. The first hint of sunlight was peeking through the canopy so the rousted the girls and got them moving sluggishly through the trees.
The next few hours were the worst as they pushed the poor girls to the breaking point. Darrel could feel the ground getting softer as they neared the river but he knew they had to stop short of it. The sniper would be waiting.
“I’ll go ahead,” told the rest of the group as he checked his rifle to make sure there was a round in the chamber, “if you hear me shoot you’ll have to run because they can’t be far behind us now.” He didn’t give them a chance to argue, rather he just turned and jogged off in the direction of the river.
It took another thirty minutes to reach the waters edge as he took the chance that the sniper would not be able to see him if he came out of the trees to the east. Once he hit the waters edge he slowly moved forward until he could see the tree the man had climbed. He raised his rifle and slowly looked along the branches for any sign of him but there was no one there.
He waited impatiently for the next few minutes. TJ would be leading them straight into the line of fire if he didn’t find the sniper soon. Then a shot rang out in the distance and the man immediately popped up from behind the tree pulling his pants up. As he grabbed the first branch Darrel squeezed off a round that penetrated the snipers heart and sent him flying.
Darrel looked across the 200 yards of water. It was the narrowest point for miles but it seemed like an ocean and knowing what lay just beneath the surface didn’t help. Another shot followed by several more. They were closer now and he had not time to wait. Kicking off his boots, Darrel plunged into the water with the rifle still in his hands.
Halfway across, he finally dropped the weapon and his pack as the shots grew even closer. He began to swim hard but he was exhausted and it seemed like he wouldn’t make it but he pushed on. Twenty yards from the boat something bumped against his stomach. He willed himself to ignore it and pushed as hard as he could to reach the boat. Climbing onto the back he heaved himself onboard and clambered to the cabin. The smell was horrendous and Martinez’s body was on the floor now, slowing being eaten by a huge pile of ant.
He grabbed the mic and clicked the radio on. Nothing. It was dead. Desperately he looked for the problem, refusing to believe the battery was dead. He quickly glanced out the cabin and across the river he could see TJ barreling forward. Darrel traced the power lines and found a wire that had been severed by a bullet. He took his knife and quickly trimmed back the insulation before twisting them together. The radio roared to life and he keyed the mic and shouted into it. More shots rang out and he could see the girls huddled down behind the bank with half their bodies in the water while Luiza and TJ returned fire.
He keyed the mic again and shouted again in panic as he saw the muzzle flash of the other men moving in on the helpless group. Luiza fire and he saw one go down. TJ had two pinned behind a tree but there were too many. Off to the east there were two men working down the bank and he looked to find his rifle but the reality hit him that he had dropped it. Pulling his pistol he went to the window and fired a round hopelessly toward the advancing men. It was too far to do any damage even if it hit but the jumped for cover anyway.
“On our way sir!” He looked around for a second and then realized it was the radio. He grabbed the mic and was about to give instructions when an inflatable gun boat rounded the corner with three men followed closely by four more in a wooden skiff with a huge outboard motor. The gun boat lit up the fifty caliber before it even came abreast the skirmish.
The heavy artillery whizzed into the jungle on full auto and everything in its path was mowed down. Small trees fell and men cried out in pain as the bullets sprayed cover fire for the second boat that beached a few feet from TJ. He literally tossed the girls into the boat before he and Luiza rolled into it as well and laid down more fire just for the hell of it.
Darrel shouted into the radio and the other men on the gun boat opened fire down the bank to the east to make sure they were covered. It looked like someone had taken a machete to the jungle for at least fifty yards in the direction they had been shooting. Someone was yelling and he sprinted for the back of the boat and jumped in without using the ladder. The motor roared and they were up on plane and flying along the river at sixty miles per hour in just seconds with the gun boat hot on their tail.
TJ lay heavily in the bottom of the boat and breathed a sigh of relieve. He looked over at Darrel and grinned. “Piece of cake,” he said.
Luiza rested comfortably on the couch of the private plane as they flew toward Belize. It was first time she could truly relax and it felt good to just rest. The girls were all sleeping in the soft chairs that reclined and she noticed Darrel was at a desk at the back of the plane looking at a computer. She got up and made her way back to him.
“What are you doing?” she asked as he typed.
“Making sure everyone has passports when we get to Belize,” he replied without looking up. She moved behind him and leaned on his shoulders to see what he was doing. There were three screens open at once and he was jumping between them as he coordinated with someone back in the States.
‘Don’t you ever relax,” she asked as he read a response.
“Sometimes,” he said, “when I’m not getting shot at.” She chuckled at his response and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Leaning in closer she whispered, “I can help you relax.” He immediately stopped what he was doing and got up. Without saying a word he took her hand and led her to the back of the plane and though a door where another couch was piled with gear. He flipped it off and turned to her.
Moving closer she took the initiative and kissed him deeply as they embraced. “What would your wife say?” she asked.
“You’ll get the chance to ask her when we get home,” he replied, “you are definitely her type.” He kissed her again and they fell to the couch as they tugged at each others clothing. They wrestled at it for a while and then he took over and pulled her shirt over her head allowing her breast to come into view. She pushed his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and he let it drop to the floor before popping the button of her jeans.
She lifted her hips to let him remove them and the panties followed quickly after. Spreading her legs she beckoned to him and he took a second to finish undressing before moving close to her. They kissed again and she could feel his hard cock against her leg. Laying back, Luiza guided him into her wet pussy and groaned as he pushed deeper into her.
Darrel began to pump in and out in slow rhythmic strokes as she encouraged him with her heels against his back. The speed increased and she responded by writhing beneath him and shuddering occasionally.
He suddenly stood up and pulled her to him. He reached for her leg and pulled it up slowly until it reached his waist and smiled at how limber she was. She grinned demurely and pulled her leg further up until it rested on his shoulder with her other foot flat on the ground. Darrel wasted no more time and plunged his cock into her as they stood in the middle of the small cabin. She balanced on one leg and let him support her as he began to increase his speed.
As the intensity increased she grabbed his neck and pulled herself against him, matching his movements and whimpering at an increasingly higher volume until he was pounding into her as fast as he could. A few more strokes and she came in one long low guttural moan that pushed him over the edge and his muscles locked for a brief second as he strained in orgasm.
They fell to the couch still entangled and stayed that way for a few minutes as they came down from their high and she slumped back onto the couch with out letting his cock fall from her. She laughed suddenly and he looked at her surprised.
“Never been in the mile high club,” she joked, “I thought I would have to do it in a bathroom or something,” He shrugged and stood up, offering her his hand. She looked at him quizzically but allowed herself to be pulled up and Darrel led her to another door. He opened it and she peered into a large bathroom complete with full shower.
“Now this is the way to go,” she said as she stepped inside.
I sat quietly on the back porch reflecting on the day. It was almost three am and the stars were bright dots in the sky a million miles away. Angela had a fantastic first prom and Bobbie Jo was happy with him again.
“Coming back to bed?” He turned to see Bobbie Jo standing in the doorway with a blanket draped over her shoulders. One breast was visible in the faint light and I couldn’t help but think how a painting of her at that moment would be a classic.
“Not yet,” I said turning back to look at the sky. She came over and sat on my lap, the warm blanket reminding me that it was cooler tonight than usual. I could see the sparkle of the pendant that I had given her just below her throat. Angela had similar one that I had given them before going to the prom.
She snuggled her head against my shoulder and sighed. The prom had been a huge success in my eyes. No fights or people getting kidnapped or raped. No guns or violence of any kind actually and it felt pretty good. Bobbie Jo looked up at me with her soft green eyes.
“What ya thinking about?” she asked.
“The future,” I told her. “I’m thinking Angela can’t stay here forever and I need to figure out a way to let her have her own life.” Bobbie Jo seemed startled by that revelation and she sat up.
“You can’t just kick her out! Where would she go? You know she has no family. How would she survive?” Bobbie Jo was inches from me in the dark and our noses were almost touching. She was trying to see my face and it made me laugh.
“Calm down,” I reassured her, “I’m talking about the future when she is ready. You know I would never do anything to hurt her.”
“Except get her a TV,” Bobbie Jo quipped. She had been critical of that since the day I brought it home.
“She has a lot of catching up to do on the real world,” I explained to her again, “TV is the fastest way I know to get her ready.”
“Ready for what?” Bobbie Jo was confused. “You think watching TV will get her ready to face the real world. That’s a load of crap.”
‘No,” I said patiently, “Angela is a wealthy girl now and she needs to understand where the money came from and why she should keep it. That’s why I have her watching a couple of the court shows. She needs to understand that we have a system that punishes one person for doing wrong to another. It’s just that in this case we didn’t go to court but there was justice.”
There was over $250,000 left in the bank after all the expenses from the Brittany mission. I had earmarked that money for Angela and when the time was right I would tell her about it. In the meantime Dad would figure out a way to make it grow and when she was ready it would be a sizeable sum.
“So what else are you thinking,” she giggled as she cuddled up to me again.
“About what a great day it was,” I said, “and how we make a really good team.” She pulled me to her and kissed me. It was sincere and I could feel her heart beat as we held each other.
Bobbie Jo was happy. Angela was happy. Dad was safely on his way home. It had been another really good day.
Chapter 18 – Epilogue
Brittany stood with legs trembling and she hurt all over. Right now she was attached by her newly pierced clit ring to a small sled with a weight on it next to a similarly naked girl in the same position.
“This is the starting line,” the mistress was saying, “you go around the cones and the first one does not get the whip.” She snapped the leather crop against her thigh as she said it and the loud pop got both the girls attention.
Brittany knew the other girl was faster than she was. The bitch had won every contest Glesh had thrown at them and now she was going to win again. The fucking whip. Brittany hated the fucking whip. She was desperate now and she had to do something.
“On your mark!” the mistress raised the whip, “Get set!” Brittan became suddenly calm. If she was going to get the whip she would damn well deserve it. “GO!”
The other girl leaned gingerly against the small sled and Brittany turned and kicked her in the stomach as hard as she could. The girl went down in a heap and Brittany kicked her again for good measure before easing the sled around the course at a walk. It took longer than usual for her to get to the finish line but she made it.
Grabbing the string from between her legs she pulled some slack and undid herself from the wooden contraption before moving in front of Glesh. She fell to her knees in front of him and began undoing his pants and fishing out his cock which was rock hard.
“So this is what turns you on,” she though to herself. She saw the mistress storming toward her out of the corner of her eye. The woman was furious and the riding crop slashed through the air as she got closer.
“May I service you Master,” Brittany asked, ignoring the old battle ax. Glesh looked down at her in surprise and then raised his hand to the mistress. She stopped in mid stride, a look of pure evil on her face.
“Continue,” Glesh said and Brittany smiled at the woman before she began sucking the cock in front of her.
“You’re my puppet now bitch.”
The summer was busier than usual for me. I got fake papers for Angela that made her age three years younger than she really was. This would allow her to go to school as a Junior in the fall and she had chosen to go with Bobbie Jo and her friends rather than with me. I was happy for her but I hadn’t felt it was the right time to tell her about the money. Dad figured it would be worth at least $500,000 by the time she got out of college.
Mom and Dad moved back to the house and he had taken in a woman named Luiza. She and Mom had become really close and Dad was very pleased with the situation as well. I was surprised that she was trained by her military father and Dad put her on his team for missions. By all accounts she was good at it and could be trusted.
Bobbie Jo and I continued to grow closer as time went by. We rode horses a lot during the summer and I even went to watch her at the rodeos. The simple life at the ranch seemed to work for me given all the stress the rest of the time.
The business flourished and Dad was happy with the improvements I made to the warehouse. The situation room got a lot of use and more than once he commented on how he couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of it before. Luiza knew were Bacu was living and several teams raided his compound but slipped through our fingers. We took out most of his network though and Dad was satisfied her wouldn’t be an issue at least in the near future.
One of the changes we made was to take a percentage of each job and put it toward the recovery of people that were kidnapped and not part of the job. It was amazing how many girls we were able to return by being prepared and I was proud of being the catalyst for the program. We called it the Angela Fund.
Everything had worked out and we were better for all that had happened. It seemed like life was very good and it was… for a while.
*Wait! There’s more! The extended epilogue (Brittany VS) is available at RebelmanWrites.com as an illustrated short story. It tells what happens to Brittany and maybe even gives a hint of things to come…
To deter the person that stole Owning a Dominant Bitch and then published and sold copies of it, I have copyrighted this one. Copyright Rebelman 2012 ISBN
Read 235593 times | Rated 97.5 (3905 votes)
Vote list (Close) :
L3gMan13 : POSITIVE
aceofspace : POSITIVE
JoeDlrty : NEGATIVE
DizzyFanGirl : NEGATIVE
Masterdover : POSITIVE
Megacock69 : NEGATIVE
Bumblebeelover : NEGATIVE
Sockysock169 : NEGATIVE
Oralgirl69 : NEGATIVE
futuero : POSITIVE
john_galt : POSITIVE
craigery : POSITIVE
tigerlilyNdick : POSITIVE
DevilWriter : NEGATIVE
camcam83 : POSITIVE
Please rate this text: