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Chapter VIII
I almost woke up too late to bid farewell to my guests. Almost. Cara and Jaeda were going to be punished for this later. As was expected, Crystal agreed to the trade for Jaeda, and took Teresa home with her. I said nothing to my old trainee, and kissed cheeks with Crystal. You know, the formal way. Victor seemed to have a hell of a night with Rachel, as he was positively glowing. For fuck's sake man, you're a master, keep some dignity. He led Rachel out with the leash, where I think she was just now realizing that she was traded.
The rest of the doms had cleared out, leaving myself standing in the main hall with all of my slaves that participated in last night on their knees behind me. Jaeda and Cara were next to one another, perhaps for one reason or another being drawn together. I didn't have time to punish them, however. I was leaving for Europe in the morning, so I had to get my shit together and get one more night's worth out of my favorite whore.
First thing's first. I got the obvious things together; rope, handcuffs, chloroform, sets of summer clothes, hiking shoes, etc. The boring stuff. I brought my laptop to do research on the plane, and in the hotel, to prepare for the capture. After packing, I spent the afternoon speaking with the other masters under my employ, letting them know that I was going to be gone for a few days. I checked the media's information about April and Crystal's backpacking trip. At the moment they were in France, in the city of Lyon, west of the France/Italy border. My plan was to fly to Marseille, south of Lyon and a bit of a drive to the border, and intercept them somewhere near Torino, about three and a half hours from Lyon and four and a half from Marseille.
Here was the plan. I'd have a boat waiting for me in San Remo, on the Italian coast. A cargo ship carrying old, rotting potatoes. I paid the captain a couple thousand dollars for passage for myself and a couple of barrels that happened to look a lot like the ones carrying potatoes. This is where I'd keep the girls. I'd meet with my accomplice, Pierre, when I landed in Marseille, and we'd drive a 2500 Dodge Ram over to Torino in Italy. Pierre would assist me in the capture, and in return, I'd give him one of my girls free of charge.
I'd worked with Pierre several times in the past. Sometimes he asked for money. Sometimes for girls. He was not unreasonable, and he was someone I could trust. I think he enjoys the hunts I take him on. Much more interesting than shooting at deer, I think. Pierre wasn't rich, but he had a nice steady job working as a bodyguard for a French singer. I don't know the name. I guess money just wasn't a priority on his list. Just a passion about kidnapping innocent girls. The best kind of guy to work with.
Back to the plan. After we found them and knocked them out with the chloroform, we'd put them in barrels, and drive down to San Remo, and get them on the boat. No need to cross borders, no need to check barrels. Same with putting the barrels on the boat. No customs agent in his right mind would check every single barrel among thousands of stinky rotten potatoes looking for something that probably wasn't there.
Once we got back to the Atlantic Ocean, we'd meet up with one of my yachts, transfer myself, Pierre, and the cargo to the yacht, and take the trip down to New York. The dom I employed in the New York division paid some people off to ignore my yacht as it arrived. I don't know the amount, it was billed directly to Mr. Andrews. Expenses. The girls would be taken out of the barrels once we got on the Yacht, but I'd keep them unconscious with drugs throughout the whole trip. I didn't want to start work on them til I got them back to the mansion in Los Angeles. These bitches had to be perfect, for Mr. Andrews as much as myself. Again, I was keeping April and selling Crystal to him. I'd given him my guarantee that she'd be perfect, and I intended on delivering. Perfection didn't come from breaking bitches without the correct tools.
After I got to New York, I'd get the girls back into the barrels on my private jet for the home stretch, a nonstop flight from New York to a private airfield near Bakersfield, north of L.A. Finally I'd have a Hummer waiting for me and the new and untouched slaves, to get to my mansion. I'd lock them in the cells and give them a day before I worked on them. I'd spend that day unleashing my pent up sexual urges. I'd have no sex whatsoever that six days and by the time I'd get back I'd be a fuckin' animal. I'd show Pierre a list of my girls that were for sale, give him his pick, get him a ticket back to Marseille and send him on his way. The girl he picked would be sent shortly thereafter.
So that was the plan. Really, it's not as complex as it seems. People will do anything for the right price, regardless of ethics. I've yet to meet the incorruptible. And I highly doubt I ever will.
That evening was spent with my favorite slut, Ashley. After a long and wonderful blowjob, she was riding my cock while I sat on the bed, her back facing me. She rode me, hard and fast, the way she was trained, and it was good, excellent even, as was expected from the best whore in the human trafficking business. But I couldn't get into it. I was distracted. Normally on nights before I'd be away for a few days, I'd be fucking the shit out of all these whores, trying to be sure that I wouldn't be left wanting. But for whatever reason, tonight just wasn't the night.
Fucking April. That bitch was going to pay for all the bullshit that she's put me through. The whip would be harder. The training would be needlessly longer. I was going to pull this bitch to the deepest depths of her depravity. And I would make her beg for it, or I'd beat the shit out of her dear, sweet daughter. With my hard cock in her mouth, she'd beg me to put it into her ass, as hard as I could, with spit as lube, or else I'd send 50,000 volts into her daughter. They'd 69 in front of me, and April would fuck her daughter with a strap on dildo like there was no tomorrow, or else I'd have no hesitation about putting a needle through both bitches' nipples, putting weights on them and leaving them like that all night.
The night came and went. I'd only came once that entire day, when Ashley was riding me, and even I could feel that it was a small orgasm by my standards. I didn't even require the whore to give me the usual massage, just laid in the bed for a sleepless night. It seemed to take an eternity, but my alarm finally went off at 5:00 A.M. I immediately threw the covers off, rose quickly and headed for the shower. Ashley rose with me and showered with me, cleaning me and shampooing me, the way perfect slaves should. The rest of the slaves were sleeping, as I had allowed, and Ashley was in the kitchen making my breakfast while I got all that I had packed together.
After I had eaten and gotten everything together, my housesitter for the week arrived. Mistress Crystal showed up, with Teresa on her leash, ball gag inserted in her mouth. I grunted as I tossed Crystal the keys.
“Don't have too much fun. I want my whores intact when I get back.”
“Of course, of course. Don't worry so much, you'll get old.” She said, and playfully smacked me on the arm. An almost normal moment between friends, except for the fact that Crystal had a naked bound slave behind her. I gave Crystal a quick hug and Teresa a very rough smack on the ass that left a handmark, and then I was off.
I was on the plane and on my way by 9:30. The flight would touch down in North Carolina, then a transfer and nonstop flight to Marseille. The whole trip would be about 13 hours. About three hours in and I was already bored. I'd read and reread my notes about the girls a hundred times, and twenty more times on the plane. I thought I'd spend a lot more time on studying, but really the job was simple, a routine capture. When we touched down in Raleigh I'd buy a couple of dime novels to keep me occupied. Nah, a series. I'd need something to do on the boat ride back as well.
When I landed in Raleigh, I picked up a few of John Grisham's earliest works in paperback, and the Lord of the Rings trilogy, see if I could actually get through it this time. I was back on the plane by 7:00, and ready enough to deal with another five hours of flight time, most of which I'd see only dark clouds and dark ocean. I opened A Time to Kill and couldn't help but grin during the opening scene. How ironic.
After an eternity, the plane finally arrived at Marseille. No one from the original trip at LAX was with me. Little chance, though possible, that I was followed. I'd taken every precaution I could've, and met up with Pierre in the Terminal. Pierre was one of those strong, silent types. Really strong. The kind that could rip you apart if he felt like it. Not me, of course. 6'7 with the build of a strong safety, and yet long blonde hair, the kind you'd expect on a pretty boy. From my perspective, Pierre didn't look like a goblin, but he's no George Clooney. Let's just leave it at that.
“Sir.” Pierre greeted, with that nasal French accent. I nodded slightly at him, and handed him one of my suitcases. He took it, without a word.
“Pierre.” I greeted with a nod. “You ready to work?” I asked, and he nodded back. “Then let's do this.” We had to leave immediately. It was 8:00 A.M, and the plan depended on grabbing these bitches at night. So I had to be in position and ready to go tonight. We were out the door and on our way by 8:30. My suitcases managed to fit in the backseat of the Dodge Ram.
The French countryside was actually quite nice. I'd have taken the time to enjoy it, were I not so excited about finally getting my hands on the April bitch. I specifically told Pierre that he gets to grab Crystal, but April I was going to take myself. He shrugged, giving me the “whatever” look. We managed to arrive in Torino in 3 and a half hours, thanks to Pierre's insanity at the wheel. Didn't bother me, although I told him to slow it down when we got the girls stashed in the barrels. Again, the whatever look.
The wait in Torino was an eternity, ten times worse so than the plane ride, because every fifteen minutes or so I'd look at my watch or ask Pierre the time. I could tell he was getting irritable with me, but I didn't give a shit. Deal with it, you idiot. You're getting very well compensated for this, I thought to myself. Don't get me wrong. I like Pierre. I'm just on edge about this hunt. I want the girl so bad. It was around 3:30 that we caught sight of the girls.
“There they are!” I exclaimed, and Pierre nodded, edging out the car. He knew the routine. Follow them, and when they head out to an area that seems to be secluded, jump back into the car and get them. In the meanwhile, I'd go about finding something to eat. I haven't had shit to eat on the plane, so the last time I ate was when I landed in Raleigh, so I was ready to eat a horse.
I ate at some cafe, just pasta, bread and butter, and wine to drink. While Italian wasn't my food of choice, it was well enough, especially since I was starving so. About an hour after Pierre left, he called, and let me know they were heading out from Torino south, to check out the countryside. Now was the time, he said. I met him back at the truck, and we took off. I took this time to change into a pair of jeans, hiking boots, and a flannel shirt. I had to blend in, you know? I even put on a hat with the Italian soccer team logo on it.
We stopped at the hiking trail that Pierre saw the ladies go off in, and we jumped out and followed up the trail, traveling at a very brisk pace, eyes wide open. Dusk was approaching fast, meaning our window of opportunity was doing the same. We had a couple blankets to carry the girls back to the truck, and enough chloroform to knock out a bear. Dusk came and went. The night was black. There wasn't a moon in the sky to be found. Perfect.
We saw a fire. My heart almost exploded with excitement when I saw them, finally. I took a moment to compose myself, taking deep breaths, forcing myself to relax. I had a part to play. Pierre and myself approached the camp.
“Ho!” I called out. The girls stood for a moment, watching me, but I saw them visibly relax as I approached, with Pierre. I think Pierre made them nervous, but some Italian pretty boy wasn't a threat. I saw Crystal measuring me up as I walked by. I held my warmest smile and waved at the ladies.
“Um..hello...ladies...” I greeted, pretending to be searching for the words in my best Italian accent. “Would it be...possible...erm...if we could...eh...stay with you...tonight?” I emphasized the last t. “My friend here, Robespierre, forgot to pack the...umm...spikes for the...erm...tent. We didn't realize until...the last momento.” I glanced back at Pierre, who was playing the part of embarrased friend. Crystal practically jumped to her feet. April couldn't help but check me out as well. I closed my mouth to hide my teeth gritting tightly. Goddamn I was going to tear this bitch apart as soon as I had the chance.
“Of course, of course!” Crystal told us, trying to give me a sexy smile. Sorry bitch, wasn't going to work on me. I pretended to sigh in relief.
“Thank you so very much, ladies. You are...very kind.” I said, clapping my hands together. We set our packs down and I began fumbling through it. I retrieved the chloroform and a rag, and put them quickly into my pockets without the girls realizing it. Pierre did the same. I took out some toilet paper, and stood up. “Sorry ladies...I must excuse myself for a momento...nature, you see?” I waved the toilet paper at them. They giggled and nodded. “Come Robespierre...you said there was a stream around here?”I said, and Pierre followed me away.
We weren't even out of earshot when I heard them start talking about me. Oh my god, hes cute. Blah blah blah. Girl talk. I took the rag and the chloroform out silently, and poured a more than generous amount onto the rag, and waited for Pierre. A moment later, he nodded. We crept slowly back towards the girls, watching our step to make sure we wouldn't accidentally step on any twigs.We were inches away. I trembled visibly with excitement. I took position behind April. We were so close, I could smell her perfume. It was intoxicating. I glanced at Pierre, who was behind Crystal, and nodded. The signal.
The whole thing was over in a few seconds. I was gripping April from behind, shoving the rag against her mouth as she took a quick gasp, knocking her out almost instantly. Pierre copied me with Crystal simultaneously. I felt April melt against me, as she fell asleep. She was every bit as beautiful in real life. It took everything I had not to ravish her right then and there.
We repacked for them, and tossed the packs into the river. After bounding their hands and feet, we swept them up in the blankets, and carried them all the way to the truck. Luckily, we passed no one. As we reached the truck, the critical part had come. We pulled the barrels out, and opened them up. We had to get them into the barrels without a chance of anyone seeing. Pierre quickly scanned the area around us and nodded. We tossed the girls unceremonously into the barrels, and closed them as fast as we could. Those barrels were pretty big. I mean, they'd probably be uncomfortable, but at least not damaging physically. They'd last the trip. Pierre shook his head. He didn't think anyone saw us. After putting the barrels into the cab, we leisurely jumped into the Dodge Ram, and took off. It was two and a half hours to San Remo. I was still in a rush, but I forced myself into a fitful sleep.
I awoke with Pierre's massive hand shaking me awake. It felt like I had just shut my eyes when we had already arrived at the San Remo docks. I quickly shook my head violently in an attempt to get rid of the cobwebs, and got out of the truck. Pierre pulled the barrels from the cab of the truck, and dragged them to the cargo ship that we were using to get back. The Brigade, I read on the side of the ship. While Pierre loaded the barrels, I spoke with the captain. I dropped a small stack of hundred dollar American bills in his hand.
“There's the first thousand. You'll get the second when we meet up with my yacht.” I told him, and he nodded, waving me away as he counted the money. Pierre and I shared a vacant room below deck. Now there was nothing to do but sleep. I passed out quickly.
It took the better part of a day, and Pierre had to inject the girls with a very powerful sedative to keep them unconscious, but we met up with my yacht without any trouble. We were about three hundred miles off the coast of Spain, well outside anyone's jurisdiction, and quickly made the transfer. I gave the captain fifteen hundred instead of a thousand, for not bothering me or asking questions. Pierre and I quickly loaded the girls onto my yacht, and we were on our way, while the Brigade headed north toward her original destination.
We took the girls out of the barrels, and laid them out unconscious below deck. Pierre injected them once more with the sedative, and finally fell asleep in his cabin. Now that I was all caught up with my sleep I was above deck, pacing back and forth. This was different than any other hunt that I've been on. I wanted April bad, probably more than I'd ever wanted any of the girls. Except maybe Ashley, but that was because I saw the potential in her almost immediately.
I examined my prey, still unconscious on the floor. They both had different bonds than the original ones we used to capture them at the camp. Pierre must've changed them. They've had those ropes for a couple days, and the involuntary twitching they've been doing must've weakened them. Pierre was definitely the best kind of guy to work with.
I stared lustfully down at April, looking so helpless. I couldn't wait to get my hands on these bitches. I was going to torture them, make them scream, make them mine. Well, April anyway. Crystal was going to that piece of shit Mr. Andrews. I shrugged it off. I was getting a ton of money, so who cares?
I felt my dick rising in my pants yet again. Son of a bitch. I hadn't gotten any form of sexual pleasure in a few days, and it would be a few days more, since I wouldn't be getting into New York until early Sunday morning. I couldn't even have fun with the girls until I got them back to the mansion. Besides, fucking unconscious girls just wasn't my style.
So I waited. I went up on deck and felt the freezing Atlantic air smash me in the face. I pulled out A Time to Kill and continued reading.
The yacht pulled into New York Harbor at 2:12 a.m Sunday. I spent the journey reading the paperbacks, sipping coffee, doing pushups, anything to keep my mind off the cargo below deck. The girls were given the sedative once more, placed back into the barrels and loaded into my private jet. Time for the home stretch, a six and a half hour flight from New York to the private airfield in Bakersfield. Off we went. On the plane ride back, at least I had marginal company in Pierre, and got the business portion out of the way on the plane. He picked a girl I hadn't trained, but my Manhattan associate had. Some girl by the name of Brianna. Black girl, pretty eyes, but just a little too flat chested for me. I shook hands with him, concluding the business part of things, and we spent the next five hours trying to teach me French while teaching him English.
An hour before arrival I called and made sure that the Hummer was at the airfield, and that we were ready to go. It was. We touched down at the airfield at 7:13 a.m, Los Angeles time, and driving by 7:30. I'd be back at my mansion by 9:30, and by then those bitches better be cooking my breakfast. I called Mistress Crystal on the plane, and she was only a little pissed. She sleeps in Sunday mornings, she complained to me. I told her to stop being a bitch and deal with it. She grumbled and hung up on me.
Traffic was merciful on Sunday mornings, and we arrived a little after 9:30. Breakfast was ready for me, as I thought, and it was being whipped up quickly for Pierre. He'd spend the night with one of my girls, then be on the first flight back to Marseille Monday morning. Crystal, however, wouldn't stay. Said she'd be away from her own house for far too long. She gave me a kiss goodbye, and led Teresa out on her leash, the Hummer waiting for her as my guards gave her a ride to the airfield I just landed at. Pierre took the barrels down to the cells and let April and Crystal out, and even undid their bonds. They were still unconscious.
My girls were waiting for me, on their knees, in the main hall. I ate my breakfast ravenously, and as I was, Ashley was under the table blowing me. As I finished, I realized I was hungry in a different sort. It's like those times when you don't realize you're starving until you see the plate in front of you. It was like that. Ashley looked up into my eyes and saw the need in them, and she handed me her leash without a word. If I didn't know better, I'd say she almost missed me. Almost.
I attached the leash to her collar and took her upstairs to my bedroom, where I took the opportunity to fuck the living shit out of her. I had to pace myself to an extreme, because my dick was ready to blow almost instantly. I rarely ever go a week without sexual relief of any kind, so my body was backlogged furiously.
It started with a blow job. The best blow job I'd had for a while. It really wasn't, but a week without sex made it feel that way, easily. She stared up at me with those beautiful brown eyes of hers, while I kept the leash around her neck taut, ready to give her any command I wish with just a flick of the wrist. Her mouth moved up and down my dick, slowly at first, but the movements went faster and faster, almost to the point of being violent. Her throat easily took my whole member in, and as my cock was in the back of her throat, her tongue slid up and down against my shaft. As she pulled her mouth off, she did so slowly, tongue pressed hard against my dick so that I would feel it the entire time. She swirled her tongue around my head, eyes never leaving mine unless she was commanded to do otherwise.
I pulled the leash down slightly, and she knew exactly was that meant. Her tongue slid down the underside of my cock, never leaving my body, until it reached my balls, where she began to lap at them. Her tongue seemed to flick against them, until she decided to take them into her mouth, and suck gently, while her tongue ran over them. She did miss me. I was too much in need of sex to care.
I jerked the leash down yet again, and her tongue repeated the early action, sliding down, never leaving my body, until it reached my asshole, and she was merciless. Her tongue seemed to attack me, and didn't let up for a second. Between roughly licking me and tongue fucking my ass, I was about ready to fire a cannon into her face, but I held myself back. I rose quickly, and she stared up at me, tears in her eyes, ready to submit to my every whim.
It was now that I gave my cock a chance to relax, and put a blindfold over the eyes of my favorite slut. Then I proceeded in tying her hands behind her back, and her ankles against her lower thighs, so that she was forced up on her knees the entire time, as she leaned her upper body against the bed.. The idea was for her not to know what was coming next, but she knew me too well, I'm sure she knew that she was getting ready to get whipped. I took my favorite flogger from the wall, and stared lustfully at my whore's beautiful body. It's been a little while since I've given this bitch a sound whipping.
I started softly at first, and my bitch was giving cries to match. The blows struck her back, her ass, her legs, her feet. I changed the force of the blows dramatically. I didn't slowly rise, harder and harder. The last blow was soft. The next was shattering. She screamed, a deafening scream that forced me to give her the ball gag, a small black one. I continued to whip her with the same force, marking her on her ass, her feet, and a bit on her back. As I decided that was enough, I pulled the blindfold and ball gag off to see her in tears. I spat on her beautiful face, and undid the leg bonds, but left her wrists bound behind her.
“Now ride my cock, you filthy whore.” I ordered her, and she did, quickly. I'm sure her body was on fire from the whipping, but she was too well trained to let it affect her. Her pussy was absolutely dripping. She liked the whipping more than she was letting on. Her balance, despite her hands being tied, was perfect. She rode me with such ferocity, and her pussy was clamped tightly against my dick. I'd been away from my whores for far too long.
I laid there, sweat dripping from both our bodies, staring up at her as she focused on the ceiling, engulfed in her own passion. She'd been without my dick for a week as well. I let her ride me for another minute or so, then pulled her off and pushed her down to her knees so I could fuck her from behind. My dick slid into her easily, and I picked up the flogger and struck her a few times with the whip as I pounded into her.
“Master...Master!! Can I please cum!? Please!?” She screamed at me, body rocking from the sound fucking she was receiving. My balls were smacking into her clit, which I was sure giving her a lot of stimulation. I put my hand on the small of her back and pushed her into me as I fucked her.
“No slut, you hold onto that orgasm until I decide otherwise.” I ordered, grunting as I fucked her. I could've sworn I saw tears in those eyes, and I grinned. Lovely little whore. After another minute I felt sorry enough for her to allow her to cum. “Let it go, my pet.” I told her, and proceeded to ride her like a bull. She screamed, and started trembling, shaking to the point where it took effort to keep her under control. Watching her cum like this sent me over the edge, and I quickly pulled myself out of her, pulled her up onto her knees by her hair, and shoved my dick down her throat. I fucked her throat as roughly as I was fucking her from behind, and within a few seconds I had one of the biggest orgasms ever, to the point where she very nearly let some of it spill, but she didn't. As I said again and again, she was well trained.
“Show it to me.” I ordered, breathing very hard and watching her as she opened her mouth. It was more than a lot. It seemed as though several guys decided to shoot their load into her mouth. She was trembling, out of breath, struggling to breath with all that cum in her mouth. “Swallow it.” I said, giving her a break as she quickly gulped my cum down in several swallows. She opened her mouth again to show me that it was empty. I slapped her, roughly, a grin on my face. The first hour back at my mansion was phenomenal.
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