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Stealing Elaine Ch. 01

By: beygaze1



Hunter sat in Roy‭'‬s office and sipped on his bourbon.‭ ‬It was a little early in the day for liquor,‭ ‬but Hunter was still getting back on Nevada time.‭ ‬Roy was in his usual chair behind the desk and swirled the ice and liquor in his glass.‭ ‬He normally did not drink at nine in the morning either,‭ ‬unless it was a mimosa or a nice porter,‭ ‬but was being social with his friend.‭ ‬Hunter was back from catching another runaway slave and was finishing telling Roy the story.

‭"‬The‭ ‬thing is,‭"‬ Hunter declared,‭ "‬nearly all the slaves who run away just do it for the extra attention.‭ ‬Slaves want to be slaves,‭ ‬they do not want their freedom and would not know what to do with it if they had it.‭ ‬If their owners would just treat their slaves correctly,‭ ‬I wouldn‭'‬t have to‭ ‬do as much work.‭"

"What do you mean‭ ‬'correctly‭'‬?" Roy was young but made it a point of not thinking he knew everything.‭ ‬If Hunter was going to impart another pearl of wisdom,‭ ‬Roy was eager to take it.

‭"‬Every slave is a little different,‭"‬ Hunter explained.‭ "‬They want different things out of their servitude.‭ ‬Some want more brutality,‭ ‬they want to be beaten and whipped.‭ ‬Some want the sex,‭ ‬and as much sex as possible as often as possible.‭ ‬Others just want the attention,‭ ‬they want to be so desired that nothing will stop their owners from having them.‭ ‬For most slaves,‭ ‬it is some combination of the above.‭ ‬Frankly,‭ ‬if I could figure it out completely I might actually get a slave.‭ ‬I just wish the owners who had slaves would make a little effort to figure out their‭ ‬slaves before they run away and I have to go to South-freaking-Carolina to bring one back.‭"

"Come on Hunter,‭"‬ Roy said with a smile,‭ "‬you love it.‭ ‬You get to hunt people and fuck beautiful women.‭ ‬You want them to run away just so you can catch them.‭"

Hunter tried to frown,‭ ‬but broke into a smile and laughed.‭ "‬You‭'‬re right,‭ ‬Roy.‭ ‬Chasing bail jumpers is fun,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬but the sex at the end is missing.‭ ‬Catching a cute little slave and fucking the hell out of her is much better than dragging some stinky meth head back to Vegas to stand trial for car theft.‭"

"So how was this one‭?"‬ Roy asked.

‭"‬You mean the sex‭?"‬ Hunter smiled.

‭"‬Yeah,‭ ‬you told me about the pursuit,‭ ‬how did the sex go‭?"

"Nice,‭ ‬very nice,‭"‬ Hunter grinned remembering it.‭ "‬As a rule,‭ ‬they usually don‭'‬t run‭ ‬away again.‭ ‬This one might,‭ ‬she really loved it rough.‭ ‬I‭'‬m not sure her owner is up to the challenge.‭ ‬He may need to bring in a crew to gang bang her once a week.‭"

"The right owner for the right slave is a challenge,‭"‬ Roy said with a knowing grin.

‭"‬Roy,‭ ‬you either got lucky with Elaine or you did enough research to find the perfect slave for you,‭"‬ Hunter pointed at Roy.‭ "‬What you want from a slave and what she wants as a slave seem to be in almost perfect harmony.‭ ‬Although,‭ ‬it could just be that she would be a perfect slave for any owner and you just got her first.‭"

"Could be.‭ ‬We may find out soon enough,‭"‬ Roy said ruefully.‭ 

Hunter turned serious and asked Roy.‭ "‬How are your problems with the Association‭?"

"Not good,‭"‬ Roy frowned.‭ "‬My work taking out Mark‭'‬s operation is going to keep me out of any long term trouble,‭ ‬but there are immediate problems that they may take me to task on.‭"

"That‭'‬s too bad,‭ ‬but you know how they are.‭ ‬They are sticklers for rules and they have lots and lots of rules.‭ ‬Were you even aware of the ones you broke‭?"

"Vaguely.‭ ‬The general ones I knew well but figured the penalty was minor.‭ ‬The special addendum was buried in one of their yearly updates.‭ ‬The last update was‭ ‬463‭ ‬pages and it‭'‬s not like they have a decent index or‭ ‬summary,‭ ‬either.‭ ‬I think that they try to make it obscure and difficult.‭ ‬The fact that Amanda contested it caught me off‭ ‬guard‭;‬ I thought everything was cool with her.‭"

"That‭'‬s too bad,‭ ‬Roy.‭ ‬Is there anything I can do to help‭?"‬ Hunter asked.

‭"‬In the big picture‭? ‬No,‭"‬ Roy answered with an exasperated sigh.‭ "‬I‭'‬ve got Greg looking it all over as a lawyer but the big problem is that I am guilty of everything of which they are accusing me.‭"

"How about offering to take down the Canadian end of Mark‭'‬s operations‭?"‬ Hunter asked.‭ "‬I‭'‬d love to get in on that.‭"‬ What Hunter knew of the fate of some of the slaves Mark had sold sickened him and he was not a squeamish man.

‭"‬Maybe,‭"‬ Roy shrugged.‭ "‬That could keep me in good standing and get a reward later,‭ ‬but Elaine is the sticking point right now and they usually toe the line on rules for individual claims on slaves.‭ ‬The whole Association is built upon secure property rights and all the rules that go with that.‭"

"Well,‭ ‬you know you‭'‬ve got me and the team if you‭ ‬head north,‭"‬ Hunter said.‭ 

"Thanks,‭ ‬Hunter,‭"‬ Roy answered sincerely,‭ "‬I appreciate that.‭"

"As long as it goes better than our last trip to Canada,‭"‬ Hunter said with a wink and they both laughed.

‭"‬Greg and I are meeting with the Association people handling this case tonight,‭"‬ Roy said.‭ "‬We are doing it here and I would like to have Elaine out of their immediate grasp.‭ ‬Don‭'‬t let anyone take her until you hear from me first.‭ ‬Do you have everything lined up for tonight‭?"

Roy and Hunter had been meaning to reward some of the men who had helped them by letting them have Elaine for a night.‭ ‬It had been hard to get anyone scheduled,‭ ‬everyone seemed to have something else going on,‭ ‬but suddenly a bunch became available on the same night.‭ ‬Roy would have preferred‭ ‬to spread them out over a few days or weeks,‭ ‬but time was growing short and this was one of the few nights where any were going to‭ ‬be‭ ‬around.‭ ‬He wanted to reward them and also to build up some goodwill for when he needed them later.‭ ‬Elaine would do as she‭ ‬was‭ ‬told‭;‬ Roy was confident about that and even more confident about Hunter getting her to obey.‭ ‬Maybe he should have warned Elaine about what he had in store for her,‭ ‬but he liked surprising his slave sometimes.

‭"‬No worries about bringing her back,‭"‬ Hunter said with a laugh.‭ "‬I always return what I borrow.‭ ‬After we‭'‬re done with her she definitely won‭'‬t be running.‭ ‬I‭'‬ve got Bruce and Bligh and a couple of others lined up for tonight.‭"

"That‭'‬s fine,‭"‬ Roy said.‭ "‬They need a little reward for their work with Mark.‭ ‬Do as you wish with her.‭ ‬Let me wake her up and have her get ready.‭ ‬I was pretty rough with her last night,‭ ‬she might be a little sore and tired,‭ ‬but don‭'‬t worry about that.‭ ‬You can take her when you go.‭"‬ He pushed the button on the intercom that rang Elaine‭'‬s room.

Roy pushed the button again and a sleepy voice answered‭ "‬yes,‭ ‬Master‭?"

"Slave,‭ ‬get cleaned up and dressed,‭"‬ Roy ordered.‭ "‬Shorts,‭ ‬blouse and sandals.‭ ‬Be in the kitchen in‭ ‬20‭ ‬minutes.‭ ‬You can have coffee then.‭"

"Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭"‬ Elaine answered.

Roy turned the intercom off and stood up.‭ "‬Let‭'‬s start some coffee.‭ ‬I do enjoy that woman and I hope I don‭'‬t have to give her up.‭"

"Does Elaine know anything about all of this‭?"‬ Hunter asked and finished his drink.

‭"‬Not yet,‭"‬ Roy answered.‭ "‬I wanted to have something more substantial to tell her.‭ ‬After tonight I‭'‬ll tell her what she needs to know.‭ ‬She‭'‬s a slave,‭ ‬she‭'‬ll do as she‭'‬s told.‭"

They walked into the kitchen and started some coffee.

‭"‬Is Amanda going to be here tonight‭?"‬ Hunter asked and poured himself another bourbon to tide him over until the coffee was ready.

‭"‬No,‭"‬ Roy frowned.‭ "‬She really hasn‭'‬t been seen during all of this.‭ ‬She‭'‬s got a representative and she signs all the relevant papers,‭ ‬but I haven‭'‬t seen her.‭ ‬I don‭'‬t know what the hell her problem is.‭ ‬I thought we had all of this worked out.‭ ‬I‭'‬d like to be able to sit down with her and see if we could find a solution,‭ ‬but she‭'‬s hiding behind her lawyer.‭"

Roy‭'‬s frustration was palpable and hung in the air.

‭"‬Speaking of redheads,‭ ‬you remember that time when Leon got his ass kicked by that big goofy redhead guy in Sparks‭?"‬ Hunter deliberately changed the subject.‭ "‬He walks into this bar and starts talking shit.‭ ‬There‭'‬s this redhead,‭ ‬I mean super red,‭ ‬not just a tint,‭ ‬red as a clown,‭ ‬and Leon starts calling him Ronald McDonald.‭ ‬The guy takes about a minute of this then hauls off and decks Leon,‭ ‬knocks him flat on his ass with one punch.‭ ‬Turns out this guy was in the area for some ultimate fighting tournament and was getting a beer after his work out.‭"

"How did Leon take it‭?"

"You know Leon,‭"‬ Hunter laughed.‭ "‬He got up swinging,‭ ‬got a half decent shot in then got knocked on his ass again.‭ ‬He did this about four times before giving up and buying the guy a beer.‭ ‬By the time the night was over,‭ ‬they were best buds.‭ ‬The funny part is that after that they both wanted to fight someone,‭ ‬but no one in the bar was dumb enough to get anywhere near them.‭ ‬The rest of the people in the bar all clustered in the far corners and did everything they could to avoid eye contact.‭ ‬The bartender was pissed because it was killing his business,‭ ‬but even he wasn‭'‬t going to mess with them.‭"

"Leon just liked fighting,‭"‬ Roy said,‭ "‬win or lose,‭ ‬he just wanted to brawl.‭"

"There was another time,‭"‬ Hunter started and the two of them swapped Leon stories until Elaine came out of the stairway door and into the kitchen.‭ ‬Her eyes were still puffy with sleep and she was walking a little wobbly.‭ ‬Roy knew that Elaine after a night of good sex was always a little foggy.

Elaine was a beautiful thirty year old woman,‭ ‬a late bloomer just starting to reach the height of her beauty.‭ ‬She stood about‭ ‬5‭'‬2‭" ‬tall with a slim build‭; ‬a flat stomach,‭ ‬small,‭ ‬firm breasts and long,‭ ‬slender legs.‭ ‬She had dark blonde hair that fell straight down to the middle of her back and a pretty face with full cheeks.‭ ‬Elaine had big,‭ ‬stunningly beautiful blue eyes that just seemed to draw your gaze and display all of her unspoken feelings.‭ ‬Her emotions were usually hidden,‭ ‬and she had a glorious,‭ ‬shy smile that could brighten anyone‭'‬s day.‭ ‬She had finely sculpted shoulders and a neck that begged to be kissed and held.‭ ‬As if all this were not enough to make her desirable,‭ ‬she also possessed an exquisite ass,‭ ‬shapely and firm,‭ ‬that all men wanted.‭ 

Elaine‭'‬s face lit up when she saw Hunter and gave him a quick kiss.

‭"‬Hello,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ she said to him,‭ "‬it‭'‬s lovely to see you again.‭"

"Thank you,‭ ‬Elaine,‭"‬ Hunter answered.‭ "‬Your owner has asked me to look after you tonight.‭ ‬I have some plans for you.‭"

"As my‭ ‬Master wishes,‭"‬ she said and tried,‭ ‬unsuccessfully,‭ ‬to hide her joy at being with Hunter.‭ ‬She had not seen him since that day in the forest when they had killed Mark.‭ ‬He had certainly been in her thoughts since then and she found herself getting wet just‭ ‬thinking about what he was going to do to her.

‭"‬Try not to look too happy,‭ ‬Slave,‭"‬ Roy kidded her,‭ "‬you might make me jealous.‭"

Elaine blushed and turned to Roy.‭ "‬You are my owner,‭ ‬Master and I love you.‭ ‬I am rather fond of Hunter,‭ ‬too.‭"‬ She saw the suppressed grin on Roy‭'‬s face and realized he was not serious.‭ "‬Will my Master be joining us tonight,‭ ‬too‭?"‬ she asked with hope visible on her pretty face.

‭"‬No,‭ ‬not tonight,‭"‬ Roy answered with exaggerated regret.‭ "‬Business stuff.‭ ‬Besides,‭ ‬after last night I thought you might want a break from me.‭"

"Oh no,‭ ‬Master,‭"‬ Elaine stood up on her toes and kissed her owner seriously,‭ "‬I never tire of being used by you.‭"

Roy slipped his hand down the back of her shorts and cupped one of her perfect butt cheeks.‭ "‬You better go now before I decide to bend you over the counter and give you one final fucking before you go.‭"

"Nothing would make me happier,‭"‬ she leaned in to kiss him again but Hunter grabbed her hand and pulled her away.

‭"‬Don‭'‬t forget your coffee,‭ ‬Elaine,‭"‬ Hunter reminded her and Elaine grabbed her travel mug.

Hunter was about‭ ‬50‭ ‬years old with short blonde hair that was thinning from the front,‭ ‬clean shaven with piercing blue eyes.‭ ‬Elaine thought he was handsome in a rugged,‭ ‬outdoors sort of way.‭ ‬She knew he did have a nice body:‭ ‬muscular and fit from an active life rather than hours in a gym.‭ ‬He had in him an edge of violence she had learned to recognize in men,‭ ‬an edge that was not directed at her and she would do anything to keep it that way.‭ ‬She knew he‭ ‬had killed Mark and probably many others she did not know about.‭ ‬Hunter had chased her,‭ ‬fucked her many times and whipped her,‭ ‬but Elaine still loved being with him and being with him meant doing anything he wanted.

Elaine almost skipped down the stairs to Hunter‭'‬s Bronco.‭ ‬October was a lovely time in Las Vegas,‭ ‬perfect,‭ ‬really.‭ ‬The long heat of the summer and broken,‭ ‬the light was a little crisper and clearer,‭ ‬at least once you got out of the brown cloud of the city proper.‭ ‬It was about‭ ‬75‭ ‬degrees in the‭ ‬early afternoon,‭ ‬sunny and dry with just the hint of a breeze.‭ ‬Elaine could almost forget how hot and unpleasant it was just a month or two ago.

Elaine loved her Master.‭ ‬She loved being a slave,‭ ‬more than that she loved being his slave.‭ ‬But she had been growing bored,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬This was becoming a fairly common feeling.‭ ‬When Roy had returned from dealing with Mark things had gone wonderfully.‭ ‬For a week they had been together non-stop.‭ ‬Roy fucked her everywhere and in every way,‭ ‬it was a haze of pain and orgasms.‭ ‬Elaine sighed thinking of it.‭ ‬Then it had abruptly stopped.‭ ‬Roy said he needed to get some things done and sent her back to her rooms.‭ 

Since then,‭ ‬Roy would still summon her once or twice a day for sex.‭ ‬That was nice,‭ ‬Elaine smiled as she thought about it.‭ ‬That was not the problem,‭ ‬when her owner was fucking her all was right in the world.‭ ‬The problem was the rest of the day when they were not having sex.‭ ‬As soon as he was done with her,‭ ‬Roy would dismiss her and send her back to her rooms and leave‭ ‬her with nothing to do.

Her young owner was preoccupied with something,‭ ‬Elaine knew that much.‭ ‬He would spend sixteen hours straight in his office,‭ ‬fuck Elaine,‭ ‬sleep for a little while then do it all over again.‭ ‬Sometimes he would leave without saying anything and be gone for a day or two.‭ ‬He never explained what he was doing or told Elaine what was going on.‭ ‬She was just a slave and did not have a right to know anything other than how to serve her owner‭'‬s needs.

Elaine had been getting surly and moving towards rebellion.‭ ‬Last night helped to refresh her,‭ ‬though.‭ ‬Roy had slept most of the day then called her down to his room.‭ ‬He had tied her up,‭ ‬fucked and spanked her until the sun rose then sent her,‭ ‬exhausted and sore,‭ ‬back to her room.‭ ‬She had awoken refreshed and happy and seeing Hunter again just added to her good mood.

‭"‬You seem awful cheerful today,‭ ‬Elaine,‭"‬ Hunter said as he opened the door for her.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine answered and climbed in.‭ ‬Hunter got in the other side and Elaine continued,‭ "‬it‭'‬s a beautiful day,‭ ‬I had a wonderful night with my Master and I can look forward to some great time with you,‭ ‬sir.‭"

Elaine stretched out her lovely legs,‭ ‬knowing Hunter could not resist them.‭ ‬He laughed and took the bait,‭ ‬caressing her smooth thighs.‭ "‬We‭'‬ll see how you feel tomorrow,‭ ‬you are going to get worn out tonight.‭"

Elaine blushed and closed her legs,‭ ‬holding Hunter‭'‬s hand between her silky thighs.‭ ‬Hunter always made her‭ ‬feel‭ ‬very desired,‭ ‬very submissive.‭ ‬He freed his hand,‭ ‬taking the chance to brush her crotch,‭ ‬and started the Bronco.‭ ‬There was a wonderful feeling knowing he could do anything he wanted to this beautiful woman.‭ ‬They drove out of the ghost town like neighborhood in which Roy lived and towards the city.‭ 

Half an hour later,‭ ‬Hunter pulled the Bronco into the driveway of an older casa style house somewhere a few blocks off of The Strip.‭ ‬The skyline of the casinos was visible in the near distance.‭ ‬The house was one floor with stucco walls and windows open to the lovely day.‭ ‬There was a‭ ‬xerascaped yard with gravel and cacti,‭ ‬but little ornamentation.‭ ‬Hunter opened the front door with a couple of keys and two combination keypads.‭ ‬An alarm chirped as it was turned off and they entered.‭ ‬Inside,‭ ‬the house was spartan:‭ ‬clean,‭ ‬with a minimum of decoration.‭ ‬Elaine had expected what pictures there were to be military in nature,‭ ‬but Hunter seemed to prefer abstract expressionists.‭ ‬She saw a Rothko print,‭ ‬another from Jackson Pollock and even a Rabo Karabekian.

Hunter led Elaine into the kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets,‭ ‬making a mental inventory of what he had for tonight.‭ ‬He checked the refrigerator and was satisfied that he did not need much.‭ ‬He turned to Elaine.‭ 

"Come here,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ Hunter said in a soft,‭ ‬serious voice.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine was instantly aroused and ready.‭ ‬She stepped out of her sandals,‭ ‬she always felt more vulnerable and ready in bare feet,‭ ‬and walked over to Hunter.‭ ‬He lifted her chin and kissed her,‭ ‬his tongue exploring her mouth.‭ ‬Elaine surrendered to him,‭ ‬she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body against his.‭ ‬They kissed,‭ ‬Elaine grabbing his shirt in her small hands while his rough hands reached under her blouse and rubbed up and down her back.

Hunter broke the kiss and turned her around,‭ ‬her back against him.‭ ‬She tilted her head to the side,‭ ‬offering him her slender neck.‭ ‬Hunter brushed her hair out of the way and began kissing her neck from collar to ear and back again.‭ ‬Elaine felt the bulge in his pants and pushed her back and bottom against it,‭ ‬rubbing up and down.‭ ‬Hunter‭'‬s hands began unbuttoning her blouse.‭ ‬It fell open and his rough hands were on her small,‭ ‬sensitive breasts,‭ ‬kneading them and pulling on her nipples.‭ ‬Elaine moaned and lost herself in the sensation.

One hand stayed on her breasts while the other slid down and unbuttoned her shorts.‭ ‬Elaine reached down and unzipped them for him and pushed them down her legs.‭ ‬She stepped out of them,‭ ‬spread her legs slightly and guided Hunter‭'‬s hand to her wet pussy.‭ ‬Hunter slipped his fingers into her,‭ ‬exploring and stretching her.‭ ‬Elaine panted,‭ ‬already on the verge of cumming.

‭"‬Fuck me,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ she said,‭ "‬I want you inside me,‭ ‬sir.‭"

Hunter slipped off her blouse then bent her over at her waist.‭ ‬She leaned against the table and spread her legs more for him.‭ ‬He unzipped his pants and rubbed his hard cock on her ass.‭ ‬Elaine felt the trail of pre-cum on her skin.‭ ‬He took a step closer and put his cock against her engorged lips.‭ ‬Elaine tensed and pushed back against him,‭ ‬working the tip of his big shaft inside her.

Hunter put his hands on her hips and slid into her.‭ ‬She was hot,‭ ‬wet and tight.‭ ‬She was wonderful,‭ ‬a woman to be experienced and savored as well as fucked and brutalized.‭ ‬He started slow,‭ ‬getting a feel for her.‭ ‬He enjoyed watching her tense as‭ ‬she neared orgasm.‭ ‬She reached a hand under her to start playing with her clit,‭ ‬but Hunter stopped her.

‭"‬Not yet,‭"‬ he told her.‭ ‬Elaine nodded and lifted her hips a little more to give him a better entrance.‭ ‬She leaned on her elbows and enjoyed the hard fucking he was giving her.‭ ‬It only took a minute or two more until she reached her first orgasm.‭ ‬She lost herself in the pleasure of Hunter taking her and when she came down off her orgasm Hunter slipped out of her.‭ ‬He had not finished yet and Elaine was eager for more.


Stealing Elaine Ch. 01



‭"‬Get down on your knees and lick me clean,‭"‬ he told her.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine was a little wobbly and her thighs were wet from her juices,‭ ‬but she dutifully obeyed and got on her knees on the hard tile floor.

She started licking his shaft clean,‭ ‬bottom to top and front to back.‭ ‬Hunter ran his hands through her hair while she did,‭ ‬gently guiding her to where he wanted her.‭ ‬She had gotten much better at using her mouth since the first time he had been with her,‭ ‬Hunter noted.

‭"‬Good little slave,‭"‬ Hunter complimented her.

Elaine showed her gratitude with her eyes,‭ ‬but kept up her work on Hunter‭'‬s cock.‭ ‬He stopped her,‭ ‬his hands holding her head still then he lifted her to her feet by her collar.‭ ‬He pulled up his pants,‭ ‬careful to not catch his erect penis.‭ 

Elaine nearly moaned in disappointment,‭ ‬he wasn‭'‬t finished yet,‭ ‬was he‭? ‬He didn‭'‬t even cum,‭ ‬she thought,‭ ‬he couldn‭'‬t be done.‭ ‬Hunter smiled and took her by the hand,‭ ‬leading her down the hallway to a bedroom.‭ ‬This room was like the rest,‭ ‬clean and sparsely decorated with two gun safes by the closet.

Hunter took a pair of handcuffs from the top dresser drawer and cuffed Elaine‭'‬s hands in front of her.‭ ‬She leaned in,‭ ‬her mouth open seeking his,‭ ‬seeking him.‭ ‬Hunter gently pushed her away and onto the bed.‭ ‬She lay on her back,‭ ‬looking up at him,‭ ‬spreading her legs and wordlessly inviting him back into her.‭ ‬Handcuffed and collared,‭ ‬helpless,‭ ‬waiting to be fucked by a man whose real name she did even know,‭ ‬just seemed right.

Hunter began undressing.‭ ‬He took off his shirt and neatly draped it over the back of the chair.‭ ‬His boots and socks were next then his pants joined his shirt on the back of the chair.‭ ‬Elaine looked at his powerful body and noted a couple of fresh looking scars on his shoulder.‭ ‬Hunter climbed on the bed and on top of Elaine.‭ ‬She reached out with her mouth again and this time Hunter met it,‭ ‬kissing her passionately.

Hunter whispered‭ "‬Elaine‭"‬ as he slid back into her.‭ ‬Elaine moved her hips,‭ ‬welcoming him inside her and rubbed her bound hands against his chest,‭ ‬her palms flat against him,‭ ‬the hair between her fingers.‭ ‬Hunter thrust slowly while his hands explored her splendid body,‭ ‬lingering on her ass.‭ ‬Elaine kissed at his neck while a cool breeze blew in,‭ ‬rustling the curtains and‭ ‬drying the sweat on their bodies.‭ ‬Hunter was gentle this time,‭ ‬savoring her,‭ ‬taking his time.‭ ‬There would be ample time to hurt her later.

Elaine moved with him and came again,‭ ‬biting her lip to keep from moaning too loudly.‭ ‬Her body was alive,‭ ‬her joy centered around her helpless use by this man.‭ ‬Hunter took his time,‭ ‬enjoying her,‭ ‬looking onto the softness of her blue eyes.‭ ‬He finished with a groaning sigh and kissed the bound slave beneath him.

‭"‬Thank you,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine whispered and kissed his neck.

‭"‬You‭'‬re welcome,‭ ‬Elaine,‭"‬ Hunter said back and moved a lock of hair from her face.‭ ‬It always thrilled Elaine when Hunter called her by her name.‭ ‬Being called‭ "‬slave‭"‬ had its own charm,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬but with Hunter she did not need to be reminded that she was owned.‭ ‬His very presence was enough to tell her that she was a slave.‭ ‬But her name in his voice,‭ ‬with the slight accent and clipped vowels,‭ ‬reminded her that she was a person as well,‭ ‬that he was having sex with her and not just a random piece of meat.‭ ‬He kissed‭ ‬her again,‭ ‬amazed as always by her beauty,‭ ‬innocence and submissiveness.

Finally,‭ ‬he rolled off of her and lay beside her.‭ ‬He stared at the curtains blowing in the wind for a moment then realized something was missing.

‭"‬Slave,‭"‬ he said in his command voice.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine answered,‭ ‬ready for anything.

‭"‬Go get us a couple of beers,‭"‬ he ordered.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ she started to rise but Hunter gave her a bandana from his night stand.

‭"‬Don‭'‬t drip on the carpet,‭"‬ he told her.

Elaine wiped herself,‭ ‬then rather boldly,‭ ‬looked at Hunter and licked his cum off the bandana.‭ ‬It was not something she would normally do,‭ ‬but she was inspired.‭ ‬Then she set it back down,‭ ‬and with a wiggle of her rather esthetically pleasing posterior,‭ ‬walked back to the kitchen.‭ ‬The‭ ‬small brand on her upper right‭ ‬butt cheek just served as a reminder that she was a slave.

Hunter watched her go.‭ ‬It was a bittersweet feeling.‭ ‬He really enjoyed Elaine,‭ ‬but if things did not go well for Roy,‭ ‬this might be the last night he had her.‭ ‬He almost regretted having to share her with everyone else tonight,‭ ‬but they had earned their taste of her.‭ ‬He was definitely going to have to take that ass soon,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬and before anyone else got it tonight.

Elaine walked back in carrying two bottles of cold beer.‭ ‬Almost anywhere else,‭ ‬condensation would be forming appealingly on the bottles,‭ ‬but here in the desert one had to guess how cold they were.

‭"‬I would open them,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine said as she handed the bottles to Hunter and sat back down on the bed,‭ "‬but it is hard to do a twist off cap in handcuffs.‭"

Hunter quickly opened them and handed one to Elaine.‭ ‬He made no effort to take off her cuffs and she did not ask.‭ ‬They sipped the beers in silence for a minute,‭ ‬enjoying the pleasant afterglow.‭ ‬Finally,‭ ‬Elaine worked up the courage to ask Hunter a question.

‭"‬Hunter,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ she said hesitantly,‭ "‬do you know what has been bothering Roy‭?"

"Elaine,‭"‬ Hunter answered,‭ "‬you are his slave.‭ ‬If he has not seen fit to tell you anything it would be very out of place for me to answer for him.‭ ‬Curiosity is not becoming in a slave.‭"

Elaine tensed up,‭ ‬hoping that she had not done something wrong that would require he punish her.‭ "‬I‭'‬m sorry for asking,‭ ‬sir.‭"

"Elaine,‭ ‬you are a very intelligent and observant woman,‭" ‬Hunter said patiently.‭ "‬These traits make you a wonderful slave.‭ ‬Some men like stupid women,‭ ‬I pity those men.‭ ‬Your intelligence makes you a far more appealing woman to me and to Roy.‭ ‬That being said,‭ ‬look and listen,‭ ‬but do not ask questions.‭ ‬Roy will tell you what he thinks you need to know when you need to know it.‭ ‬Many things may affect your life,‭ ‬but they are not necessarily any of your business to know.‭"

"Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine said and tried to hide her disappointment.

‭"‬Let‭'‬s finish these beers and we‭'‬ll take a walk.‭ ‬It‭'‬s too lovely out to spend all our time inside.‭ ‬We‭'‬ll go have a beer on The Strip.‭"

"I don‭'‬t want to go for a walk,‭ ‬I‭'‬d rather stay in,‭"‬ Elaine said,‭ ‬then hastily added,‭ "‬with you,‭ ‬sir.‭"

Hunter set his beer on the nightstand and gently took Elaine‭'‬s and set it there,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬Elaine looked at Hunter,‭ ‬afraid that she had done something wrong.‭ ‬Before she could utter an apology,‭ ‬Hunter grabbed her collar and flipped her onto her stomach.‭ ‬He tightened his grip on her collar until she began choking.‭ ‬With his other hand he delivered a stinging blow to her bottom.‭ ‬Elaine struggled to get up or away,‭ ‬but the hand in her collar held her firm.‭ ‬He spanked her again,‭ ‬Elaine began to grow lightheaded as he choked the air out of her.

‭"‬Stop fighting and I will let you breathe,‭"‬ he told her.‭ ‬Elaine tried to kick a bit more then relaxed,‭ ‬surrendering.

Hunter released her collar and hooked his thumb in the muscles on Elaine's shoulder and worked the finger under her shoulder blade.‭ ‬Instantly,‭ ‬Elaine was in a world of pain.‭

"‬You are a lovely woman,‭ ‬Elaine,‭" ‬Hunter said calmly,‭ "‬and a fascinating person.‭ ‬But you are a slave.‭ ‬You no longer get to decide what you do and what happens to you.‭ ‬I have dealt with many,‭ ‬many slaves and I know how to get them to obey.‭ ‬Right now,‭ ‬you are in enough pain that you would be willing to do anything to get me to let go.‭ ‬Isn't that right‭?"

‬Elaine nodded and tried not to scream.‭

"‬Stop thinking that your body belongs to you.‭ ‬Stop thinking that you have rights or choices.‭ ‬All you have is the duty to obey.‭" ‬He shifted his grip to her neck and Elaine was in even more pain.‭ "‬I used this hold on a‭ ‬300‭ ‬pound escaped murderer before.‭ ‬He was very compliant.‭ ‬You will either be a good slave because you are a good slave who obeys well.‭ ‬Or,‭" ‬he gripped‭ ‬a little tighter,‭ "‬you will be a good slave because things like this will be done to you if you do not.‭ ‬Now,‭ ‬I am going to have a few other men over tonight.‭ ‬We are all going to enjoy you.‭"

"Please,‭ ‬Hunter,‭"‬ Elaine begged,‭ "‬only you.‭ ‬Not too many.‭ ‬I don‭'‬t know if I can take it.‭"

"Some men did us some solid work and we are going to reward them.‭ ‬You are that reward.‭ ‬Now settle down,‭ ‬do as you are told and do not embarrass me or Roy.‭" ‬Hunter moved his thumb slightly and Elaine yelled.‭ "‬Whether you think can‭ ‬take it or not is completely irrelevant to me.‭ ‬Pleasing everyone here tonight is all that you need to worry about.‭ ‬Which is worse,‭ ‬what I‭'‬m doing to you,‭"‬ he added a little more pressure,‭ "‬or making men happy with your body‭?"

"Please,‭" ‬Elaine pleaded and‭ ‬tried to squirm away,‭ ‬but there was no mercy or room to escape from Hunter's grip.‭ "‬I'll be a good slave.‭ ‬I'll obey.‭"

"Good,‭" ‬Hunter said and released his grip.‭ ‬Elaine gasped for air.‭ "‬Roy has been far too indulgent with you,‭ ‬Elaine.‭ ‬You might think that‭ ‬I am over reacting a bit,‭ ‬after all it is just a walk and you are not openly defying me.‭ ‬I am doing this for your own good.‭ ‬Soon you may have another owner and I doubt that any other owner will be as kind or indulgent as Roy has been with you.‭ ‬You need to‭ ‬obey without thinking,‭ ‬to not voice your thoughts if they conflict with what you are told.‭"

Elaine was crying as she listened to what he told her even as her body responded to the power he had over her.‭ ‬What did he mean‭? ‬Another owner‭? ‬Was Roy selling her‭? ‬She wanted so much to ask,‭ ‬but Hunter had just shown her why she should not,‭ ‬why she could not.

Hunter caressed her bottom.‭ "‬Now,‭ ‬we have the matter of punishing you for your attitude.‭"‬ He spanked her again and she cried out.‭ "‬Shhh,‭"‬ he said and rubbed‭ ‬her butt,‭ "‬don‭'‬t make me gag you.‭ ‬The windows are open and I‭'‬d rather not have the neighbors get the wrong idea.‭"‬ Elaine bit the pillow to keep from crying.‭ "‬Are you ready‭?"‬ Hunter asked her.‭ ‬Elaine nodded.‭ ‬Hunter spanked her again ten more times.

By the‭ ‬time he was finished,‭ ‬Elaine was in pain,‭ ‬but she was as aroused as she had ever been.‭ ‬She was a slave,‭ ‬Hunter reminded her of that again.‭ ‬She lay,‭ ‬panting and crying on the bed,‭ ‬waiting for what Hunter wanted to do to her next.‭ 

"Now,‭ ‬Elaine,‭"‬ Hunter said and kissed her tear soaked cheek.‭ "‬I know you want me to fuck you right now.‭"‬ He slipped a finger into her wet pussy.‭ "‬I‭'‬m not going to.‭ ‬You will not be rewarded after I punish you.‭ ‬There will be no cookie after your spanking.‭ ‬Sit up and finish your beer,‭ ‬then we are going for that walk.‭ ‬When we get back,‭ ‬if you have been good,‭ ‬I‭'‬ll fuck you.‭ ‬If you have not been good,‭ ‬well,‭ ‬there will be more of this.‭ ‬I expect you to obey and behave like a good slave or we are going to have to go through all of this again.‭ ‬Understand‭?"

Elaine spit the pillow out and managed a dry mouthed‭ "‬yes,‭ ‬sir.‭"

"Good,‭"‬ Hunter said as if nothing unpleasant had happened.‭ ‬He helped her back to a sitting position,‭ ‬lifted her chin and kissed her.‭ ‬Elaine opened herself to his kiss and stopped crying.‭ ‬Hunter gave her back her beer,‭ ‬took his and sipped in silence with his free hand on Elaine‭'‬s thigh.

Elaine drank her beer in big gulps while she tried to calm herself and figure out what was going on with her life.‭ ‬Once again she had the feeling that things were spiraling out of whatever little control she had over her destiny.‭ ‬What was up with Roy‭? ‬What did it mean for her‭? ‬As much as she wanted to know all of that and figure all that out,‭ ‬what consumed her right now was the heat from her bottom and the aching in her pussy.‭ ‬She so wanted to get roughly fucked right now,‭ ‬that was all she could focus on,‭ ‬but Hunter was denying her.

She finished her beer and turned to Hunter.‭ ‬She was hoping he might change his mind and take her again,‭ ‬but she saw the determination in his eyes.‭ "‬Will you allow this obedient slave to get dressed and be taken for a walk,‭ ‬sir‭?"‬ She asked.

‭"‬Well put,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ Hunter chuckled.‭ ‬He took the key out of the nightstand drawer and removed the cuffs from her slender wrists.‭ ‬"You may,‭ ‬slave.‭"‬ Once again he stared at her ass while she walked into the kitchen.‭ ‬He finished his beer and dressed then followed Elaine into the kitchen.

She was dressed and ready,‭ ‬but avoided looking at him.

‭"‬Elaine,‭"‬ Hunter said,‭ "‬you did wrong and‭ ‬you have been punished.‭ ‬Don‭'‬t dwell on it.‭ ‬Learn your lesson,‭ ‬accept your correction and get on with things.‭"‬ He kissed her again.‭ ‬Hunter was not normally fond of kissing slaves,‭ ‬but there was something different about Elaine.‭ ‬He feared what would happen‭ ‬to her with the wrong owner.

‭"‬You are not angry with me,‭ ‬sir‭?"‬ Elaine asked.

He kissed her again.‭ "‬No.‭ ‬Now,‭ ‬let‭'‬s go for that walk.‭ ‬We‭'‬ll go to The Strip and have a beer.‭ ‬Maybe I can bet you on a hand of blackjack.‭"

There was something demure yet very sexy about Elaine in her shorts and blouse.‭ ‬The shorts were short,‭ ‬they came only about an inch or two below her butt,‭ ‬but no one would say that they were slutty or racy.‭ ‬Rather than heels,‭ ‬she wore sandals,‭ ‬but this left more of the natural beauty of her legs to be seen.‭ ‬Her blouse was white with a v-neck and anyone with a sharp eye could tell that she was not wearing a bra,‭ ‬but it did not advertise anything.‭ ‬To the cars and pedestrians passing by,‭ ‬Elaine was just a beautiful woman out for a walk.‭ ‬No one could tell she was a slave or that beneath her shorts there was a brand on her ass or that her bottom was red from Hunter‭'‬s spanking.

Hunter found a sun hat for Elaine and wrapped a light silk scarf around her collar.‭ ‬She would be wearing it for this walk,‭ ‬Hunter had decided.‭ ‬He wanted her constantly thinking about her position.‭ ‬Elaine was actually grateful for the collar,‭ ‬it gave her a little sense of security and she knew what The Strip would be like.‭ ‬There would be thousands of people walking by,‭ ‬looking‭ ‬at her.‭ ‬She wanted the security of Hunter.‭ ‬Somehow,‭ ‬knowing she was with the most badass dude around made her feel better.

Hunter took her hand and led her out the door,‭ ‬stopping to lock it and activate all of the alarms.‭ ‬The afternoon was perfect as they‭ ‬headed down the street.‭ ‬Elaine felt Hunter‭'‬s large,‭ ‬rough hand enveloping her small one and thought that that was the same hand that had just spanked her.‭ ‬They were about five blocks from The Strip and Hunter kept up a brisk pace.

‭"‬The last time I was on‭ ‬The Strip,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine said,‭ "‬was when Kristy brought me here as her toy.‭"

"Really‭?"‬ Hunter said as they stopped for a traffic light.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine continued.‭ "‬She found me in Wells and said that either I could go with her and do what she said or she would call Sam.‭"

"And you went,‭"‬ Hunter said and led her across the street as the light changed.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine answered.‭ "‬I was terrified of Sam.‭ ‬She took me the Caesar‭'‬s Palace,‭ ‬got a nice room and spent the night using me.‭ ‬Then,‭ ‬the next day she‭ ‬found two guys and had them take turns on me.‭"‬ She frowned thinking about it.‭ "‬Then I found out that she had called Sam anyway so I escaped.‭"

"Did you enjoy submitting to Kristy,‭"‬ Hunter asked.

‭"‬I hated her,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine answered honestly,‭ "‬but that made the submission even more arousing.‭ ‬And Kristy has a great body.‭"

Hunter chuckled.‭ "‬Would you like to belong to a woman‭?"

They reached another light.‭ "‬Maybe,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine said.‭ "‬I like submitting to women,‭ ‬but I think I would need to be used my men,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬As much as I enjoy being forced to please a woman,‭ ‬I like being fucked hard by a real cock on a real man even more.‭"

"You are a delightful slave,‭ ‬Elaine,‭"‬ Hunter said.‭ ‬They were on the final block before The Strip.‭ ‬Elaine could already see the increased‭ ‬traffic and stream of pedestrians crossing ahead of her.‭ ‬She clung tighter to Hunter‭'‬s hand.‭ "‬Don‭'‬t worry,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ he reassured her.‭ "‬Nothing is going to happen to you that I don‭'‬t want.‭"

"Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine took a deep breath and they walked onto Las Vegas Boulevard.‭ ‬The noise was overwhelming at first,‭ ‬the buzz of people and cars and the casinos.‭ ‬Elaine could see Caesar‭'‬s Palace to the south and tried to pick out the window of the room she had shared with Kristy.‭ ‬So many people,‭ ‬but they lived in a different world.‭ ‬Elaine realized how little she had in common with any of them and how very few of them were the same kind of people as those who now dominated her life.‭ ‬They were tourists,‭ ‬middle class from the midwest and Asia.‭ ‬They were not the men of violence and criminal activity like Hunter or Roy or Sam.‭ ‬She could have been given to many of them and they would have no idea what to do with her.‭ ‬These were the kind of people who obeyed laws and rules,‭ ‬who lived day-to-day without realizing the other world out there.‭ ‬Elaine had once been like them,‭ ‬but no more.‭ ‬She felt a little better and wrapped herself around Hunter‭'‬s strong arm.

They walked north for a block.‭ ‬All the while Elaine was trying not to think about what was going to happen to her later,‭ ‬but it was hard to think clearly knowing Hunter was going to have her gangbanged tonight.‭ ‬What would it be like,‭ ‬besides painful,‭ ‬who would be there‭? ‬What would they think of her‭? ‬Elaine knew the answer to that one,‭ ‬they would think she was a slave and they‭ ‬could do whatever they wished to her.

Elaine expected Hunter to take her into one of the casinos,‭ ‬but instead he stopped at a little steak house hidden in a building between two of the massive casinos.‭ ‬The menu was outside with no prices on it and Elaine suddenly felt a little underdressed.‭ ‬The maitre‭'‬d greeted them.‭ "‬Mr.‭ ‬Hauser,‭"‬ he said to Hunter and for the first time Elaine knew his last name.‭ "‬Glad to see you.‭ ‬Table for two‭?"

"No thank you,‭ ‬Boris,‭"‬ Hunter said.‭ "‬We are just going to have a drink.‭ ‬Is the downstairs bar open‭?"

Boris did a quick second look at Elaine,‭ ‬peering intently at the silk scarf around her neck.‭ "‬Yes,‭ ‬sir.‭ ‬Come with me.‭"‬ He led them past the dining area to a hallway that ran behind the kitchen.‭ ‬At the end he opened an unmarked door and motioned them in.‭ ‬Hunter thanked him and slipped him a bill.‭ 

They stopped at the top of the stairs and Hunter took the scarf off Elaine‭'‬s neck.‭ ‬He pulled a short leash out of his pocket and hooked it to her collar then led her down the stairs.‭ ‬The‭ ‬downstairs bar was small,‭ ‬a short bar and maybe five or six tables.‭ ‬It was dimly lit,‭ ‬with lots of dark wood and black leather edging.‭ ‬There were people at two of the tables and it took Elaine a moment to realize that the other woman here was also wearing‭ ‬a collar.‭ ‬It was a bit of a start for Elaine,‭ ‬she knew that there were other slaves,‭ ‬but she had never actually seen one before.‭ ‬Somehow,‭ ‬the reality that other slaves existed had been abstract until now.‭ ‬She took a deep breath and tried to let it all set‭ ‬in.

All eyes were on her as Hunter led Elaine to a seat.‭ ‬He secured her leash to a hook on the edge of the table then went to the bar to get their drinks.‭ ‬There were two other men at the bar and Hunter greeted them warmly,‭ ‬shaking hands and making small talk.‭ ‬They all looked over at Elaine and laughed,‭ ‬making Elaine blush furiously,‭ ‬then went back to their talk.‭ ‬Hunter did his rounds to the other tables,‭ ‬greeting each owner with a handshake,‭ ‬and the slave with a kiss.‭ ‬Everyone knew Hunter and they all seemed honored by his presence.




Stealing Elaine Ch. 01



Hunter brought their beers back to the table.‭ "‬In case you hadn‭'‬t figured it out,‭ ‬this is an Association bar.‭ ‬Anyone here is either a member or property.‭ ‬It‭'‬s a place to relax with your slave,‭ ‬catch up on gossip or arrange things.‭"‬ Elaine wondered which Hunter had done,‭ ‬and which,‭ ‬if any,‭ ‬of these men would be inside her later.

Hunter and Elaine sipped their beers while Hunter told a few anecdotes about catching runaway slaves,‭ ‬including the slave here.‭ ‬She was a petite blonde‭ ‬with a pixie haircut and was just called Pixie,‭ ‬her real name long since forgotten.‭ ‬She had runaway to the Sierras and Hunter spent a fun week playing cat and mouse in the mountains with her before he finally caught her at a creek.‭ "‬It took me another three days to get her back to a trailhead.‭ ‬I had to carry her for a lot of it since I really didn‭'‬t leave her in any condition to walk.‭"

Elaine looked over at Pixie and saw the affectionate look the slave gave Hunter.‭ ‬Elaine realized she was staring at Pixie.‭ ‬Pixie was slightly taller than Elaine,‭ ‬at about five foot six.‭ ‬She had light blue eyes with a very short blonde hair cut.‭ ‬Pixie had large breasts and a narrow waist,‭ ‬Elaine realized that she bore a striking resemblance to Tinkerbell and that her owner had probably chosen her hair and short green dress to accentuate that.‭ ‬Pixie was in a small collar with wrist and ankle cuffs that were unhooked at the moment.

Pixie realized Elaine was staring at her.‭ ‬Pixie smiled,‭ ‬blew Elaine a kiss then whispered something in her owner‭'‬s ear.‭ ‬He looked over at Elaine and nodded.‭ ‬He stood up and walked over to where Elaine was sitting.‭ ‬He was around average height with a thick build,‭ ‬maybe verging on chunkiness around the waist and had the confident air of a man who always‭ ‬got what he wanted.‭ ‬Elaine thought be might be handsome,‭ ‬he had a neatly trimmed full beard that was starting to turn salt and pepper.‭ ‬His hair was black and perfectly styled with a part on the right.‭ ‬He really would not have interested Elaine as a boyfriend,‭ ‬more like the type of man her dad would have played poker with,‭ ‬but there was an undeniable sense of sexual power to him that Elaine found in most Association members.

‭"‬What a lovely slave you have,‭ ‬Hunter,‭"‬ he said and touched Elaine‭'‬s cheek.‭ "‬Roy‭'‬s‭?‬"

"That‭'‬s right,‭ ‬Bill,‭"‬ Hunter answered.‭ "‬Roy‭'‬s her owner,‭ ‬but tonight she‭'‬s mine.‭"

Bill was a powerful man in the Association and Hunter knew to walk carefully around him.‭ ‬Bill was a slave dealer and trainer and ran one of the biggest operations in the‭ ‬west.‭ ‬Hunter had done some work for him in the past,‭ ‬but not very often,‭ ‬few slaves escaped from Bill‭'‬s operation.‭ ‬He had a good reputation in the Association and among buyers,‭ ‬his prices were high but he was reliable and always had inventory on hand.‭ ‬He‭ ‬had acquired Pixie after her escape,‭ ‬her then-owner was tired of her and sold her to Bill.‭ ‬Hunter wanted to know what Bill was up to,‭ ‬but knew he was a smart man and had to be cautious.‭ 

"Do you mind if I give her a try‭?"‬ Bill asked.

‭"‬Well,‭ ‬Bill,‭ ‬there is slight problem,‭"‬ Hunter said.‭ "‬Elaine had some attitude problems earlier and required a bit of punishment.‭ ‬Part of her punishment is that she is not going to get fucked until we get home later.‭ ‬If she‭'‬s good,‭ ‬that is.‭"

"And if she‭'‬s bad‭?"‬ Bill asked.

‭"‬Then she will get a severe whipping then get fucked,‭"‬ Hunter smiled.‭ "‬Why should I suffer because she‭'‬s bad‭?"‬ Hunter took a drink of his beer then continued.‭ "‬But,‭ ‬I‭'‬ll tell you what.‭ ‬I‭'‬d hate to deny a man a taste of this beautiful woman.‭ ‬Why don‭'‬t you take Elaine into the back and have her suck your cock‭?"

"With your permission,‭ ‬of course,‭"‬ Bill answered.

‭"‬Certainly,‭"‬ Hunter unhooked the leash and handed it to Bill.‭ "‬Be a good slave,‭ ‬Elaine,‭"‬ Hunter said to Elaine as Bill wrapped the leash around his hand.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine said.‭ 

Bill gave the leash a tug and Elaine followed closely behind him.‭ ‬She should have been shocked by this,‭ ‬that Hunter would just have her perform oral sex on this man she had just met,‭ ‬but by now she was not.‭ ‬It had happened too many times before,‭ ‬she had only been a slave for a few months,‭ ‬but she had been given away or forced to suck cock many times already.‭ ‬What did surprise Elaine was when Pixie jumped up from her seat and followed them.

Hunter got up from his table as Bill and Pixie went off with Elaine.‭ ‬He had some qualms about letting Bill get a taste of her,‭ ‬but he could not deny Bill and not be rude.‭ ‬Besides,‭ ‬Elaine might be with him at some point anyway.‭ ‬The problem with Bill was that he never said more than he had to‭ ‬say.‭ ‬He would never let something slip that might let on his intentions or thoughts.‭ ‬Hunter liked being able to keep tabs on the powerful members of the Association,‭ ‬whether for‭ ‬self-preservation or‭ ‬self-advancement.‭ ‬If Bill would not let anything slip,‭ ‬maybe the young man at the table in the corner would.

‭"‬May I join you‭?"‬ Hunter asked as he stepped up to the table.

‭"‬I‭'‬d be honored,‭ ‬Hunter,‭"‬ Syd answered.‭ "‬Please,‭ ‬have a seat.‭"

Syd was a decent looking young man.‭ ‬He was clean shaven with short black hair and deep brown eyes.‭ ‬He had played lacrosse in boarding school and college and had the rangy athletic build that came with that.‭ ‬Syd was something of a spoiled young man,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬His parents had old New York money and no one in his family had gone without‭ ‬for almost three centuries.‭ ‬Good finances do not always mean good behavior and Syd had been in somewhat constant trouble since he was sixteen.‭ ‬Finally,‭ ‬his father got sick of it all and sent him to military school,‭ ‬where at least he would not be a visible embarrassment.‭ ‬He was still trouble,‭ ‬though.‭ ‬Syd was a brawler who loved picking fights,‭ ‬he was also a pervert.‭ ‬He had been accused twice of kidnapping and raping young women,‭ ‬but there had never been enough physical evidence and the women had been persuaded,‭ ‬with enough financial inducement to drop the charges.‭ ‬He had come to Las Vegas after being discharged from the military after more allegations of sexual misconduct.‭ ‬Once again,‭ ‬there was not enough proof for charges,‭ ‬but all agreed it was best they parted.‭ ‬One of his officers introduced him to some people in Las Vegas who could put his talents and hobbies to use.‭ ‬He had wound up working for Bill off and on,‭ ‬learning the ropes of the slave trade.

‭"‬What are you up to these days,‭ ‬Sydney‭?"‬ Hunter asked as he sat.

‭"‬Oh,‭"‬ Syd replied coolly,‭ "‬the usual.‭ ‬Living the good life.‭"

It was obvious that Syd looked at Hunter as a hero and a role model.‭ ‬The exploits of Hunter were legendary and the young man could only hope to emulate him.‭ ‬Hunter thought he had potential,‭ ‬lots of raw talent but not much polish.‭ ‬For his part,‭ ‬Hunter would not mind teaching Syd a few things,‭ ‬if only to take his measure as a future opponent if things worked out that way.

‭"‬Still working for Bill‭?"‬ Hunter asked.

Syd chuckled.‭ "‬More like‭ ‬on call for Bill,‭"‬ he said.‭ "‬Bill does not like unnecessary payroll,‭ ‬so I‭'‬m on a minimum wage retainer and extra pay for each job.‭"

"Get used to it,‭ ‬Syd,‭"‬ Hunter smiled back at him.‭ "‬I only get paid by the job,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬Listen,‭ ‬I‭'‬m a little‭ ‬shorthanded at the moment.‭"

"Yeah,‭"‬ Syd said,‭ "‬I was sorry to hear about Leon and Faybio.‭"

"They were good men,‭ ‬well,‭ ‬they were good teammates,‭"‬ Hunter corrected himself.‭ "‬Thank you.‭"

"To Leon and Faybio,‭"‬ Syd raised his bottle to toast.

‭"‬To Leon and Faybio,‭"‬ Hunter answered and they toasted.‭ "‬So,‭ ‬I‭'‬m‭ ‬shorthanded and I have to head to Phoenix tomorrow to bring in some guy who skipped bail for an embezzlement charge.‭ ‬Are you interested in the work‭?"

Syd brightened then quickly frowned.‭ "‬Hunter,‭ ‬I‭'‬m really sorry,‭ ‬but Bill‭'‬s got me working for the next week.‭ ‬Some special project he has.‭"

"Well,‭ ‬sorry you can‭'‬t make it,‭ ‬but I have to respect a man who honors his commitments.‭ ‬Maybe another time‭?"‬ Hunter asked.

‭"‬Definitely‭!"‬ Syd smiled again.

They chatted for a few minutes more about mutual acquaintances,‭ ‬before Syd got a call and had to leave.‭ ‬Hunter had found out what he wanted to:‭ ‬Bill had something on tap for the next week,‭ ‬when,‭ ‬probably not coincidentally,‭ ‬Hunter was going to be gone.

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Bill led Elaine and Pixie past the bar to a long hallway.‭ ‬Doors opened up on both sides and Bill led them to one with a brass number‭ ‬6‭ ‬on it.‭ ‬He opened the door,‭ ‬turned on the light and led Elaine in.‭ ‬Pixie followed and shut the door after them.‭ ‬It was a small room,‭ ‬about seven feet square.‭ ‬A bed was along the far wall,‭ ‬a simple chair beside it.‭ ‬There were the ubiquitous rings from the ceiling,‭ ‬set in the wall and at the corners of the bed.‭ ‬Elaine did not have to be told to know what the purpose of this room was.

Pixie stood behind Elaine and began unbuttoning Elaine‭'‬s blouse.

‭"‬Is this your first time here,‭ ‬slave‭?"‬ Bill asked.‭ ‬He sat on the chair and was taking off his shoes and socks.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine answered.‭ ‬Pixie had Elaine‭'‬s blouse opened and rubbed her hands over Elaine‭'‬s chest.

‭"‬It is quite a place on a busy night.‭ ‬They open the partition behind the bar and it opens up into a much bigger space.‭"‬ He took off his pants and hung them from one of the hooks.‭ "‬There are twelve rooms like this,‭ ‬some bigger,‭ ‬some‭ ‬smaller.‭ ‬On a good night they all will be full.‭"

Pixie slipped Elaine‭'‬s blouse off and unzipped Elaine‭'‬s shorts.‭ "‬Leave her pussy alone,‭ ‬Pixie.‭ ‬Hunter doesn‭'‬t want her to cum until later.‭"

"Awww,‭"‬ Pixie moaned.‭ ‬She slid Elaine‭'‬s shorts onto the floor.‭ "‬I like her,‭ ‬can we keep her‭?"

"She‭'‬s not ours.‭ ‬Not yet at least,‭"‬ Bill took off his shirt and hung it with his pants.‭ ‬Elaine looked at him as he sat naked.‭ ‬He might have a bit of a spare tire around his waist,‭ ‬but his arms and shoulders were strong.‭ ‬He had some grey in his chest hair,‭ ‬but his back and shoulders were smooth.‭ "‬Have you been a slave long,‭ ‬Elaine‭?"‬ Bill asked,‭ ‬stroking his hard cock as he looked at Elaine.

‭"‬No,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine answered,‭ ‬shivering as Pixie ran her hands down Elaine‭'‬s sides.‭ "‬Just‭ ‬since this summer.‭"‬ Pixie‭'‬s small hands found Elaine‭'‬s breasts again and played with them.

‭"‬Do you enjoy it‭? ‬Do you like being a slave‭?"‬ he asked.‭ ‬Pixie kissed Elaine‭'‬s neck then took Elaine‭'‬s hands and cuffed them behind her back.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine answered.‭ "‬But,‭ ‬there have been times when it has been a little scary and overwhelming.‭"

"Like right now‭?"‬ Bill asked.‭ 

"Now is not that scary,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine answered truthfully.‭ "‬I‭'‬m a little nervous,‭ ‬but I know when I‭'‬m done here,‭ ‬I‭'‬m leaving with Hunter.‭ ‬That hasn‭'‬t always been the case.‭"

"True enough.‭ ‬Let me get a good look at you.‭ ‬Turn around for me,‭ ‬slowly,‭"‬ Bill said with a definite tone of command in his voice.‭ ‬Elaine obeyed,‭ ‬very aware that she was being inspected,‭ ‬evaluated.‭ ‬When she was facing away from him,‭ ‬Bill put a hand on her bottom and she stopped.‭ ‬He slid his hand between her thighs then slid a finger inside her pussy.‭ ‬Elaine was wet,‭ ‬she had been wet since her spanking.‭ ‬Bill probed her with his finger,‭ ‬evaluating her rather than trying for‭ ‬any sort of arousal.‭ ‬Elaine realized he had done this many times before.‭ ‬He slipped out of her pussy,‭ ‬stuck his finger in his mouth and tasted her.‭ ‬Without another word he pushed a finger into her anus and inspected her there,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬Somehow,‭ ‬Elaine found this inspection more humiliating than having to suck his cock.

‭"‬Now,‭ ‬let‭'‬s see how you perform,‭"‬ Bill said.‭ ‬Pixie gently pushed Elaine down to her knees.‭ ‬Bill stood up in front of Elaine,‭ ‬his hard cock bobbing in her face.

‭"‬Suck his cock,‭"‬ Pixie whispered‭ ‬in Elaine‭'‬s ear and took a handful of the bound slave‭'‬s hair.‭ "‬Make him cum in your mouth.‭"

Elaine started licking his shaft but Pixie smacked her on the bottom.‭ "‬I said suck,‭ ‬not lick.‭"

Elaine opened her mouth and took the tip of his shaft in her mouth,‭ ‬tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum.‭ ‬She had planned on taking it slow,‭ ‬but Pixie grabbed her by the hair and forced her down on Bill‭'‬s cock,‭ ‬jamming him into her throat before she knew what was going on.‭ ‬Pixie took two handfuls of Elaine‭'‬s hair and slid her up and down Bill‭'‬s shaft.

Elaine knew she was just along for the ride at this point.‭ ‬Pixie controlled her head,‭ ‬fucking Bill‭'‬s cock with it.‭ ‬Elaine tried to resist once,‭ ‬but Pixie slapped her ass again.‭ ‬After that,‭ ‬she let Pixie control it.‭ ‬Bill just stood there while Pixie and Elaine did all the work.‭ ‬Pixie seemed to really enjoy holding Elaine‭'‬s head all the way down until she began choking and gagging.‭ ‬It was not easy,‭ ‬but Bill came and filled Elaine‭'‬s mouth with his semen.‭ ‬She gagged and managed‭ ‬to swallow most of it,‭ ‬but some spilled onto her chin.

Pixie kissed Elaine,‭ ‬licking the cum out of her mouth and licking the drops off her chin.‭ ‬Elaine was too surprised to really react.‭ ‬As soon as Pixie had cleaned off Elaine,‭ ‬Bill had Elaine clean off his shaft.‭ ‬She finished and they both began to get dressed again.

‭"‬Very nice,‭ ‬slaves,‭"‬ Bill said.

‭"‬Thank you,‭ ‬Master,‭"‬ Pixie said.

‭"‬Thank you,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine said.

Bill led Elaine back to the table.‭ ‬Hunter had gotten another beer while they were gone and another one waited for Elaine.

‭"‬Was Elaine a good slave‭?"‬ Hunter asked.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬she was,‭"‬ Bill answered,‭ "‬very good.‭"‬ He smiled and patted Elaine on the cheek.

Hunter motioned for them to join him at the table.‭ ‬Elaine sat beside Hunter and Pixie happily hopped into the seat beside her.‭ ‬Elaine took her beer,‭ ‬taking a big gulp to wash down the rest of the semen in her mouth.‭ ‬Elaine did not mind sucking cock,‭ ‬it wasn‭'‬t what she was best at and she really enjoyed getting fucked more,‭ ‬she knew it was one of her‭ ‬duties as a slave.‭ ‬She was not fond of the taste,‭ ‬though.‭ ‬She liked the taste of pussy,‭ ‬but semen just did not do it for her.

Pixie rested her hand on Elaine‭'‬s thigh,‭ ‬slowly stroking Elaine‭'‬s soft skin.‭ ‬Hunter and Bill discussed the state of the current slave market,‭ ‬apparently there had been a bubble there that followed the crash of the housing market.‭ "‬The problem,‭"‬ Bill said,‭ "‬was that too many people were looking at slaves as investments instead of slaves.‭ ‬Keep in mind that I made a nice profit from it all,‭ ‬even more when I bought the same slaves back later for a quarter of the price.‭ ‬We just could not keep up with demand,‭ ‬that‭'‬s why they implemented the Roper Rules that got Roy in trouble.‭ ‬The market‭'‬s come back down,‭ ‬the huge profits are gone but I‭'‬m‭ ‬still doing well.‭"

It was all Greek to Elaine.‭ ‬She understood a few things,‭ ‬but not how it all fit together.‭ ‬She was far too distracted by Pixie‭'‬s hand moving up her thigh.‭ ‬She realized that Hunter had finished her beer then quickly downed the rest of hers as Hunter rose.

‭"‬We must be going,‭"‬ Hunter said.‭ ‬He shook hands with Bill and gave Pixie a quick kiss.‭ ‬Bill kissed Elaine and she was about to go when Pixie grabbed her collar.‭ ‬Pixie gave Elaine a long,‭ ‬deep kiss.

‭"‬See you later,‭"‬ Pixie said then let go of Elaine.

When they reached the street,‭ ‬Elaine blinked furiously until her eyes adjusted.‭ ‬She did not have much to say as they walked back to Hunter‭'‬s house.‭ ‬What did he have in store for her‭?

Hunter smiled as he walked down the street with Elaine.‭ ‬He always enjoyed stopping in at the bar.‭ ‬It was a good place to see people and catch up on any Association news.‭ ‬When he was feeling horny he could always go there and borrow someone‭'‬s slave.‭ ‬Hunter was a‭ ‬well-respected man in the Association and members were always willing to let him have some fun with their property.‭ ‬It was good to stay on Hunter‭'‬s good side,‭ ‬he was a good man if you ever needed a favor.‭ ‬The slaves seemed to enjoy it,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬There was a mystique about him,‭ ‬he was the one who caught runaways.‭ ‬Masters would tell their slaves‭ "‬if you run away,‭ ‬Hunter will get you.‭"‬ Being loaned to Hunter was something of a badge of honor for them.

He had to admit that he was a little worried about Syd and Bill.‭ ‬They were up to something and‭ 

They arrived back‭ ‬at the house.‭ ‬Hunter led them in and strolled into the kitchen.

‭"‬Take off your clothes,‭"‬ he said over his shoulder to Elaine.‭ "‬You won‭'‬t need them until morning.‭"

"Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine obeyed and soon was only in her collar.‭ ‬She was not quite sure what to make of tonight,‭ ‬but the anticipation of what was going to be done with her was almost overpowering.‭ ‬There was an attitude about Hunter that Elaine found irresistible.‭ ‬When he gave a command he did it fully expecting Elaine,‭ ‬or anyone else to obey.‭ ‬There was no threat or hint of consequence,‭ ‬there was just the knowledge that he would obey.‭ ‬Elaine had found out once or twice what would happen if she hesitated or disobeyed and that was enough.

Hunter rummaged through the cabinets in the kitchen for a moment then,‭ ‬almost absently,‭ ‬turned back to Elaine.‭ "‬Go back to the bedroom,‭"‬ he told her.‭ "‬In the top night stand drawer you will find some loose cuffs.‭ ‬Put one on each of your wrists and ankles.‭ ‬In the second drawer you will find a blue buttplug and some lube.‭ ‬Lube yourself and the plug up,‭ ‬then insert it.‭ ‬When you have finished,‭ ‬come back in here.‭"

"Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine answered.‭ ‬Hunter had already turned back to his business in the kitchen and Elaine padded on bare feet to the bedroom where Hunter had fucked her,‭ ‬and spanked her,‭ ‬earlier.

Elaine opened the top drawer of the night stand.‭ ‬It was full,‭ ‬but neatly organized.‭ ‬She pushed the pairs of cuffs aside and found four individual leather ones.‭ ‬They were padded leather cuffs,‭ ‬each about three inches wide.‭ ‬They‭ ‬did not have any chains,‭ ‬but each had a sturdy ring in it.‭ ‬They had small locks to hold them shut and Elaine did not need to ask who was going to hold the key.‭ ‬She put the wrists on first,‭ ‬shuddering and tingling slightly as each one locked shut.‭ ‬She took‭ ‬a deep breath then did her ankles.‭ ‬Between the cuffs and the collar,‭ ‬she could be secured anyway Hunter,‭ ‬or anyone else,‭ ‬wanted.‭ ‬They could do anything they wanted to her.

What Hunter had told her to do next gave her some idea of what he had in mind for her.‭ ‬She opened the second drawer.‭ ‬In it were four different butt plus,‭ ‬ranging in size from small‭ (‬pink colored‭) ‬to huge‭ (‬red‭)‬.‭ ‬She shuddered at having to put the red one in,‭ ‬she knew it would tear her to do so.‭ ‬The blue one was the second from the smallest.‭ ‬Elaine found a tube of lube in the drawer‭ (‬one of several‭) ‬and took it out,‭ ‬too.

Elaine had never actually had a buttplug in her before.‭ ‬She had never even been fucked in the ass before Roy,‭ ‬but he had certainly made up for lost time.‭ ‬Since then she had had fingers,‭ ‬one strap-on‭ (‬courtesy of Kristy‭) ‬and many cocks in her ass,‭ ‬but never a plug.‭ ‬Still,‭ ‬she knew the theory of it and what to do:‭ ‬lube it up and cram it in.‭ ‬Careful not to drip any on the rug,‭ ‬Elaine squatted and began to lube up her anus.‭ ‬She got two fingers in and circled them around,‭ ‬stretching her ring of muscle and lubing up.‭ ‬How many men would fuck her in the ass tonight‭? ‬She wondered.‭ ‬She put some more lube on and continued.‭ ‬The wetness in her pussy was distracting and she would have loved to have spent some time masturbating,‭ ‬but not without permission from Hunter.‭ ‬Finally,‭ ‬she thought she was ready and turned her attention to the plug.‭ ‬It was still pretty big and the widest part was going to hurt,‭ ‬lube or no lube.




Stealing Elaine Ch. 02



Sam should have been wet and cold,‭ ‬but there was something to be said for modern outdoor clothing.‭ ‬The wool and rubber ponchos his grandfather had worn in Korea were a distant memory.‭ ‬Now,‭ ‬despite the fact that he was on the ground beneath a fir while a steady drizzle fell on him,‭ ‬he was comfortable.‭ ‬These were the sort of idle thoughts that the bear-like man had to keep his mind occupied.‭ ‬He shifted and moved the spotting scope a little to check on the guard station.‭ ‬Right on schedule,‭ ‬they changed shifts.‭ ‬He made a note on his pad and relaxed a little.

It had been a productive and boring few months since he had left Roy in Arizona.‭ ‬He had made his way north into Canada,‭ ‬tracking down the people who had employed Sergei.‭ ‬Tracking down the people to whom he‭ ‬and Mark had sold slaves,‭ ‬slaves that wound up dead in snuff films.‭ ‬He was haunted by what he had been a part of and was now trying to redeem himself somewhat by shutting the whole operation down.‭ ‬A few fatalities would ease his conscience a little,‭ ‬too.

What he quickly realized was that he was in over his head.‭ ‬There were a couple of components to this network that were only loosely linked,‭ ‬he did not feel that he had to take all of them out,‭ ‬but the‭ "‬The Studio‭"‬ was a must.‭ ‬There was the marijuana growing operation in the mountains,‭ ‬well-camouflaged greenhouses and well-armed hippies and rednecks standing guard.‭ ‬That was Jake‭'‬s operation.‭ ‬He might be able to leave them,‭ ‬or at least they were lower on his priority list.‭ ‬Mark had sent most of his slaves there and then Jake would resell them elsewhere.‭ ‬A few wound up back in the states as legitimate Association slaves,‭ ‬some as unaccounted or grey slaves in Canada.‭ ‬Others,‭ ‬not many,‭ ‬but some,‭ ‬were traded to the The Studio.‭ ‬He thought that if he took out The‭ ‬Studio,‭ ‬Jake would take his business to better markets.‭ ‬He‭'‬d like to sit down and have a talk with the young man about that,‭ ‬but not until he was sure he would get out of that conversation alive.

Then there were smugglers on the Pacific coast.‭ ‬They were shippers and while they handled a few of the slaves that disappeared overseas,‭ ‬Sam put them at the bottom of his list.‭ ‬They did not just do slaves,‭ ‬most of their business was in other things,‭ ‬mostly drugs and weapons.‭ ‬Sam and Mark,‭ ‬before Hunter had splattered his head in Sam‭'‬s truck,‭ ‬had used them in shipping arms in and out of North America.‭ ‬Besides,‭ ‬they were useful.‭ ‬Sam was never quite sure when he would need them,‭ ‬so taking them out might not be the best idea.

That mostly left The Studio.‭ ‬They were the kind of people that made Sam‭'‬s skin crawl.‭ ‬It was not just the snuff films,‭ ‬these were people who lived off of human misery and death.‭ ‬They dealt in illegal immigrants,‭ ‬mostly selling them for forced labor somewhere.‭ ‬They were involved in black market organ and tissue deals.‭ ‬Sam had seen a truck load of Asians arrive,‭ ‬get taken for a medical exam and only two thirds come back from the exam.‭ ‬They did contract killings,‭ ‬kidnapping for ransom and had a hand in the hard drug trade,‭ ‬too.

They needed to go down,‭ ‬but Sam could not do it on his own.‭ ‬He had counted no less than twenty armed guards around the place at any given time.‭ ‬They ranged from the basic flunky type to a few that Sam recognized as‭ ‬Special Forces trained mercenaries.‭ ‬One man with‭ ‬limited supplies was not going to be able to shut this down.‭ ‬He needed help,‭ ‬good help.‭ ‬He needed Hunter and his crew.

He crawled back though the undergrowth.‭ ‬He would have to go to Las Vegas and try to enlist their help.‭ ‬Las Vegas,‭ ‬where Elaine was,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬He had tried not to think about her too much,‭ ‬the loss was still acute.‭ ‬But there were times,‭ ‬many times,‭ ‬when the night was dark and cold and he was all alone that it was inevitable.‭ ‬He remembered what it felt like to have her,‭ ‬to possess her for that short time back at his ranch,‭ ‬to have her completely in his power.‭ ‬The feel of her pussy around his cock,‭ ‬the sound of her yells when he fucked her ass,‭ ‬the pleading look in her blue eyes.‭ ‬It would hurt him to see her without being able to have her,‭ ‬but he‭ ‬had to shut down The Studio and he needed help and he couldn‭'‬t get that help if he was trying to steal Elaine.

Sam made it back to his camp and booted up the satellite phone.‭ ‬While it downloaded a week‭'‬s worth of information,‭ ‬he prepared an MRE.‭ ‬They weren‭'‬t bad,‭ ‬about the same as canned food,‭ ‬but he was looking forward to a real steak and a baked potato,‭ ‬with butter and sour cream.‭ ‬There wasn‭'‬t too much off the phone,‭ ‬but the one from Amanda caught his eye.‭ ‬He read it while he ate.‭ ‬Fifteen minutes later he was breaking camp and getting ready to head south.

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Elaine knelt on the table.‭ ‬Hunter had her ready for a friendly gangbang tonight.‭ ‬He was having some friends,‭ ‬and people who had helped him and Roy out in their battle with‭ ‬Mark and Sam,‭ ‬over to reward them for their work.‭ ‬Elaine was to be that reward.‭ ‬Hunter had prepared her for the evening,‭ ‬after using her a few times himself.‭ ‬She was naked,‭ ‬except for her restraints.‭ ‬Her wrists were cuffed in front of her,‭ ‬her ankles cuffed beneath her.‭ ‬She wore a thin leather collar to which was attached a leash that hung between her small,‭ ‬firm breasts.‭ ‬At the moment the leash was entangled in a delicate silver chain that hung between the two nipple clamps and every time she shifted positions the leash tugged the clamps.‭ ‬It gave her more incentive to hold still.‭ ‬She was blindfolded and gagged with a red ball gag.‭ ‬Her back had a series of fresh red welts across it,‭ ‬courtesy of Hunter‭'‬s riding crop.‭ ‬On her upper right butt cheek was a brand,‭ ‬a small‭ ‬r,‭ ‬which her owner had burned into her flesh.‭ ‬The final touch was a blue‭ ‬butt plug in her ass,‭ ‬keeping her ready for the pleasure of the men later.

Elaine had been kneeling for a while,‭ ‬she really had no idea how long,‭ ‬but it seemed like a long time.‭ ‬She was aching to be fucked‭; ‬the waiting was a physical pain.‭ ‬She finally came to the conclusion that Hunter had stepped out,‭ ‬but might be back at any time so she stayed in position.‭ ‬It wasn‭'‬t like she could move much anyway‭; ‬Hunter had her well restrained.‭ ‬When she heard the door open again,‭ ‬she assumed it was Hunter returning.‭ ‬She was wrong.

Syd opened the door.‭ ‬Bill had him staking out Hunter‭'‬s place ever since the older man had left the Association bar.‭ ‬Syd was under strict instructions to do nothing until he heard from Bill.‭ ‬Bill messaged him saying the plan was a go and to proceed using his best discretion.‭ ‬Syd had been prepared to wait all night,‭ ‬but decided to take advantage of Hunter heading out for a beer.‭ ‬Syd called‭ ‬911‭ ‬and said that the bar was being robbed to buy a little extra time.‭ ‬Syd had a master key.‭ ‬Hunter had not updated his locks in many years,‭ ‬and getting the door open was easy.‭ ‬As he had suspected,‭ ‬Hunter had not set any of the alarms.‭ ‬Syd was in quickly and found what he was after.

Syd smiled as he saw her.‭ ‬She was already bound,‭ ‬gagged and blindfolded.‭ ‬This was going to make his job a lot easier.‭ "‬Damn,‭"‬ he whistled out loud,‭ "‬that is a hell of a gift wrapping.‭"

When Elaine heard Syd she realized that something was wrong.‭ ‬A wave of fear shot through her.‭ ‬She could not imagine being in a more vulnerable,‭ ‬exposed and helpless position.‭ ‬She tried to stand,‭ ‬though she had no real idea what she was going to do if she did,‭ ‬there was certainly no way she was going to get uncuffed or be able to run.‭ ‬It did not matter anyway.‭ ‬Strong hands grabbed her and while she squirmed,‭ ‬she was quickly overpowered.‭ ‬She screamed for help,‭ ‬but only muffled noises made it past the ball gag.

‭"‬You‭'‬re sexy when you fight,‭"‬ Syd said and put a hand in her collar.‭ "‬But we don‭'‬t have time for that now.‭"‬ He tightened his grip and Elaine began choking.‭ "‬Settle down now and make this easy for me and I won‭'‬t make it too hard for you.‭"‬ Elaine tried kicking again,‭ ‬but Syd held the chain between her ankles and she was starting to black out.‭ ‬She went limp and surrendered.‭ "‬Good girl,‭"‬ Syd purred and let go of the collar.‭ ‬If that had not worked,‭ ‬Syd had a loaded syringe in a case in his pocket.‭ ‬He could have used that on her,‭ ‬she would sleep nicely,‭ ‬but he wanted her to experience all of this.‭ ‬His hand stroked down her back to cup her ass.‭ ‬He would have some fun with her later when they were safely away from Hunter.‭ 

Syd had a big,‭ ‬hard sided suitcase that he brought in.‭ ‬He lifted Elaine,‭ ‬taking the chance to grope her as much as possible,‭ ‬and put her inside in a fetal position.‭ ‬Elaine went limp and let him move her‭; ‬she knew it was futile to fight.‭ ‬These sorts of suitcases were common in the slave trade,‭ ‬sometimes Syd would look at people wheeling one of these around and wonder‭ ‬if there was a beautiful woman inside.

Syd wheeled the bag with Elaine in it out the door.‭ ‬He had a generic looking white passenger van,‭ ‬the type every casino,‭ ‬hotel or taxi service in Las Vegas operated.‭ ‬Syd was dressed like a driver and lifted the bag with Elaine into the back of the van.‭ ‬He secured it with a strap so it would stay upright and not damage his cargo.‭ ‬He sat in the driver‭'‬s seat,‭ ‬checked his mirrors,‭ ‬signaled and pulled into traffic.‭ ‬They passed Webster‭'‬s Bar,‭ ‬making a left to avoid the police cars outside.‭ ‬Hunter was talking to the police and did not notice the van driving past.‭ ‬Syd grinned,‭ ‬impressed with his own cleverness,‭ ‬and pulled onto the highway and out of town.

As soon as they were on the highway,‭ ‬Syd floored it.‭ ‬He wanted to put as much distance as possible between them and Hunter.‭ ‬He had no idea how Hunter would know where they were,‭ ‬but he was not taking any chances.‭ ‬This was Hunter‭ ‬after all,‭ ‬the man tracked people for a living.‭ ‬After a while,‭ ‬satisfied they were not being followed,‭ ‬Syd made a right turn off the highway onto one of the side roads.‭ ‬He was working his was east,‭ ‬heading towards the lake.‭ ‬He pulled off the road near an abandoned and shot up old Chevy and called Bill.

‭"‬Got her,‭"‬ Syd said.

‭"‬Great,‭"‬ Bill answered.‭ "‬Any problems‭?"

"None,‭"‬ Syd said proudly.‭ "‬In and out with her in three minutes.‭"

"Great,‭"‬ Bill said.‭ "‬We‭'‬re ahead of schedule.‭ ‬Any trouble with Hunter‭?"

"Nah,‭"‬ Syd answered smugly,‭ "‬he was out of the house.‭"

"Don‭'‬t get too‭ ‬self-satisfied,‭"‬ Bill warned.‭ "‬Odds are Hunter has you on video and will be coming for you at some point.‭ ‬In the meantime,‭ ‬take her to the boat then make your way to the compound.‭ ‬No need to hurry,‭ ‬enjoy yourself a little.‭" 

"I think it can be arranged,‭"‬ Syd smiled.

‭"‬That covers it then,‭"‬ Bill said.‭ "‬Don‭'‬t lose her.‭ ‬This one has a tendency to escape.‭"‬ He ended the call with his typical brusqueness.

Syd drove down towards Lake Mead.‭ ‬Bill‭'‬s compound,‭ ‬where he did his slaving business,‭ ‬was isolated on a cove way up one of the arms across the lake on the Arizona side.‭ ‬It was accessible by road,‭ ‬and that was how most of the supplies were brought in,‭ ‬but it was a two hour drive from anywhere and four hours from Las Vegas.‭ ‬It was quicker to get there by plane and more enjoyable by boat.‭ ‬Bill maintained a houseboat or two for shuttle across the lake and entertaining clients,‭ ‬one of those was waiting for Syd at another isolated cove.

He pulled down the hill under the moonlight.‭ ‬He was trying hard to concentrate on doing his job and not on what he was going to do his captive.‭ ‬He stopped the van beside the dock,‭ ‬rolled and carried the bag with Elaine onto the boat and locked up the van.‭ ‬Someone would be back to get it tomorrow or the day after. ‭ ‬Elaine was scared‭; ‬there was no doubt about that.‭ ‬She had been prepared for Hunter and his friends to do her,‭ ‬it was going to hurt but she knew at the end Hunter would make sure she was safe.‭ ‬She knew that in the morning she was going to go back to Roy.‭ ‬Now,‭ ‬she knew‭ ‬nothing.‭ ‬She had been stolen,‭ ‬carried away to who knows where.‭ ‬Inside the suitcase,‭ ‬she could feel the movement of the van‭ (‬although for all she knew it was a car or a truck‭) ‬and she had been transported blindfolded often enough to recognize the difference between gravel and pavement.‭ ‬That scared her,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬There had not been a single time when she had been taken onto a gravel road that ended easily for her.‭ ‬Even Amanda had done things to her when they went on dirt roads.‭ ‬When she was taken out of the van and brought onto something else,‭ ‬her mind raced.‭ ‬It swayed like a boat or camper,‭ ‬she had to realize that she knew nothing about where she was or where she was going.

Elaine had no delusions about what was going to be done to her.‭ ‬She was naked,‭ ‬bound,‭ ‬branded and had a butt‭ ‬plug up her ass‭; ‬he was going to fuck her.‭ ‬If he did not,‭ ‬he would give her to someone who would.‭ ‬She cried a little,‭ ‬but what made her even more sad and angry was how her body was responding.‭ ‬She knew she was wet‭; ‬she was so turned on that the arousal battled fear for dominance in her mind.‭ ‬Being carried off to be ravished repeatedly was one of her deepest fantasies.‭ ‬Amanda,‭ ‬Roy and others had made it happen to her and now it was happening again.‭ ‬It was impossible to think straight,‭ ‬impossible to figure a way out of this situation.‭ ‬Of course,‭ ‬she thought again,‭ ‬there was no way out until he let her out and he was not going to let her out until he was good and finished with her.‭ ‬And then what‭? ‬Give her back to Roy‭? ‬Keep her‭? ‬Sell her‭? ‬What‭ ‬was her life going to be from now on‭?

She heard and felt a deep rumble and knew they were moving again.‭ ‬The swaying convinced her that they were in a boat which meant they were probably on Lake Mead,‭ ‬there just‭ ‬weren‭'‬t a lot of places for a boat around Las Vegas.‭ 

The boat stopped later and the suitcase was unzipped and opened.‭ ‬Elaine sucked in fresh air through her nose.‭ ‬A strong hand in her hair pulled her up to a kneeling position.‭ ‬Elaine wanted to ask what was going on,‭ ‬or to beg for mercy,‭ ‬but she was gagged.‭ ‬She waited and was suddenly knocked over.‭ ‬He had slapped her,‭ ‬hard across the face.‭ ‬She was pulled back to her knees again and slapped,‭ ‬this time from the other side.‭ ‬It hurt,‭ ‬more than that,‭ ‬it stunned her.‭ ‬She was not at all prepared for that.‭ ‬While she was trying to regain her equilibrium,‭ ‬he slapped her two more times.‭ ‬Elaine moaned,‭ ‬tried to plead,‭ ‬but only muffled noises came out.

He pushed her on her stomach.‭ ‬Elaine panted and waited.‭ ‬The blow of his belt across her back hurt,‭ ‬but was not as unexpected as the slap.‭ ‬By now,‭ ‬she knew he was going to hurt her.‭ ‬He hit her twice more with‭ ‬the belt,‭ ‬on her ass and thighs then pulled her back to her knees.‭ ‬Tears streamed down Elaine‭'‬s reddened cheeks.‭ ‬When he pinched her nostrils shut,‭ ‬Elaine began to panic.‭ ‬She tried to stand or kick or do anything,‭ ‬but his other hand held her collar and she could not move.‭ ‬Hunter knew how to secure a slave and this stranger was benefitting from that.

He let go of her nose before she passed out and Elaine took in long,‭ ‬deep breaths.

‭"‬I bet you are wondering why I just did all that to you,‭"‬ he said while his hand almost gently held her hair.

That was the least of what Elaine was wondering.‭ ‬First she wanted to know who he was and what he was going to do to her,‭ ‬both in the short term‭ (‬she could guess at that one‭) ‬and in the long term.‭ ‬But,‭ ‬as she had been reminded earlier this evening by Hunter,‭ ‬slaves got what information was deemed necessary for them and living without knowing all the answers was part of being a slave.

Elaine nodded.

‭"‬I just want you to understand completely that I can hurt you,‭"‬ Syd said‭ ‬to her.‭ "‬More than that,‭ ‬I want you to understand that I will hurt you.‭ ‬If you do not do exactly what I say I am going to hurt you more.‭ ‬I may hurt you anyway,‭ ‬but if you do not obey,‭ ‬I definitely will hurt you.‭ ‬Do you understand‭?"

Elaine nodded.

‭"‬Good,‭"‬ Syd said.‭ ‬Elaine could imagine the cruel smile on his face.‭ "‬Now,‭ ‬I‭'‬m going to take this gag out of your mouth and put my cock in.‭ ‬You are going to be a good little slave girl and do as you are told,‭ ‬aren‭'‬t you‭?"

Elaine nodded.‭ ‬She had to‭ ‬obey‭;‬ he would‭ ‬make her in the end anyway.‭ ‬She simply was not in a position to resist at the moment.‭ ‬She had escaped from people who had taken her before and she might do it again if the opportunity presented itself.‭ ‬In the‭ ‬meantime,‭ ‬she would be a good slave.

Syd unhooked the gag.‭ ‬He pulled it slowly out of Elaine‭'‬s mouth,‭ ‬strings of spit hanging from it.‭ ‬Elaine tried to flex her jaw or lick her lips,‭ ‬but she felt the hard flesh of his cock pressing against her lips.‭ ‬Elaine opened her mouth and let him slide his hard‭ ‬shaft into her.‭ ‬He was thick,‭ ‬she thought as she opened wider to accommodate him.‭ ‬Where else would he be putting it before he was done with her‭?

"Yeah,‭"‬ he moaned.‭ "‬Suck my cock,‭ ‬suck it just like you did Bill‭'‬s.‭ ‬My name is Syd.‭ ‬You can call me‭ ‬'sir‭'‬ or mmmmm mmmm ghn,‭"‬ Syd made a noise like someone with a full mouth.

Elaine had some idea now of who he was.‭ ‬He was one of the men at the Association bar on the Strip.‭ ‬But which one‭? ‬The only one to whom she had been introduced was Bill.‭ ‬She tried to picture all of the faces that had been there,‭ ‬but she had been nervous at the time and not really able to focus well.‭ ‬Trying to remember now with a cock in her mouth was even more difficult.‭ ‬She could not figure out why,‭ ‬if he was with the Association,‭ ‬he had stolen her‭? ‬Wasn‭'‬t the whole idea behind the Association respecting property rights‭?

Elaine found it odd that he was not doing‭ ‬anything‭;‬ he just kept his cock filling her mouth without thrusting or forcing his way into her throat.‭ ‬She thought maybe he wanted her to do the work and started to move down on his shaft,‭ ‬but he held her head still.

‭"‬Let me explain how tonight is going to go,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ Syd said to her.‭ "‬Tomorrow morning I have to deliver you somewhere to someone.‭ ‬If he wants to explain things to you then,‭ ‬he can.‭ ‬All I am going to say is that I am delivering you.‭ ‬Tonight,‭ ‬it‭'‬s just you and me,‭ ‬your body and my cock.‭ ‬We‭'‬re on a houseboat on Lake Mead,‭ ‬there‭'‬s no one around for miles and no one would help you anyway.‭ ‬Do you understand‭?"

Elaine said‭ "‬yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ as well as she could with a penis in her mouth.

‭"‬Good,‭"‬ he said.‭ "‬You are a beautiful slave.‭ ‬I‭'‬m going to have fun with you tonight.‭ ‬First,‭ ‬you‭'‬re going to suck my cock for a while.‭ ‬Then,‭ ‬I‭'‬m going to take out that butt‭ ‬plug and go to town on your exquisite little ass.‭"

Elaine was ashamed at how aroused she was.‭ ‬She was scared,‭ ‬very scared of what was going to happen to her but that just seemed to make her more turned on.‭ ‬She had been stolen,‭ ‬carried away in a bag and was at the complete mercy of the man who had done it and all she wanted was to be fucked hard and to cum harder.‭ ‬Her pussy throbbed and her body ached,‭ ‬Hunter had her so wound up and this man was benefitting.‭ ‬Would he ever let her see his face‭? ‬Did she want him to or did she just want him to be an anonymous tormentor‭?

He pushed deeper into her mouth,‭ ‬slowly.‭ ‬His cock reached the back of her mouth and he forced his way into her throat.‭ "‬It was a simple assignment,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ he said‭ ‬to her as he went deeper and deeper into her.‭ ‬Elaine was impressed,‭ ‬he might not be as big as Sam,‭ ‬but he was big enough that he was going to hurt.‭ "‬Snatch a slave out from under Hunter,‭ ‬probably the most feared man in the business and deliver her to a dealer.‭"




Stealing Elaine Ch. 02



Syd fucked her face slowly,‭ ‬pulling out enough to let her breathe then pushing back in.‭ ‬Syd loved seeing a woman like this,‭ ‬bound and helpless to whatever he wanted to do to her.‭ ‬She was beautiful,‭ ‬her body exquisite.‭ ‬He was tempted just to take her and run away,‭ ‬but then he would have both Bill and Hunter after him and that would be suicide.‭ ‬He contented himself with using her for tonight.‭ "You are going to be sold,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ Syd informed her bluntly.‭ "‬Someone will buy you and own you,‭ ‬just like the piece of meat you are.‭"

Elaine did not want to be sold.‭ ‬She wanted to be with Roy,‭ ‬her Owner and Master.‭ ‬How could he just come in and steal her‭? ‬Did he have any right to her‭? ‬She doubted it,‭ ‬otherwise he would not have taken her the way he did.‭ ‬Admittedly,‭ ‬bound on her knees with his cock in her mouth it was all academic at the moment,‭ ‬but she was determined to escape if she could.

‭"‬Oh,‭ ‬yeah,‭"‬ Syd moaned as he pushed Elaine‭'‬s face into his pubic hair and held her there.‭ "‬Maybe,‭ ‬if you beg real nice,‭ ‬I‭'‬ll let you cum tonight.‭ ‬If you‭'‬re a good slave,‭ ‬that is.‭ ‬If you‭'‬re not,‭ ‬then I‭'‬ll just stick to your mouth and ass and leave that nice little snatch alone.‭"

Elaine moaned in disappointment.‭ ‬She was going to get fucked and abused and probably not cum,‭ ‬although she came when getting her ass pounded sometimes.‭ ‬Maybe,‭ ‬she thought.‭ ‬She realized her hands,‭ ‬while secured,‭ ‬were in front of her.‭ ‬She moved them down,‭ ‬between her legs.‭ ‬She could reach her pussy,‭ ‬maybe she could masturbate and cum while he fucked her face and ass.‭ ‬She rarely dared to do that,‭ ‬she did not want to anger her master,‭ ‬or whoever was using her at the time,‭ ‬by cumming without permission,‭ ‬but she did not feel any particular obligation to this man.‭ ‬If she could not escape,‭ ‬she might as well have some enjoyment.

She was about to start when he pulled out of her mouth.‭ ‬Elaine was about to beg to be allowed to cum when he stuck the ball gag back in.‭ 

"There we go,‭"‬ he taunted her,‭ "‬plugged top and bottom.‭ ‬For now,‭ ‬at least.‭"

He pushed her face down onto the floor and pulled her up on her knees.‭ ‬He unhooked her ankles and spread her legs wide.‭ ‬Elaine knew what she looked like,‭ ‬open and ready for use.

‭"‬God,‭ ‬you are a beautiful slave,‭"‬ Syd said and caressed her bottom and legs.‭ "‬I‭'‬m not sure I‭'‬ve ever seen as ass like this.‭"

Elaine winced as he tugged on the buttplug and popped it out of her.‭ ‬It had been in for hours and she suddenly felt very empty.‭ ‬That feeling did not last long as Syd put the tip of his cock against her little brown hole and pushed his way inside her ass.‭ ‬Elaine tensed,‭ ‬the plug had helped stretch and lube her,‭ ‬but he was bigger than the plug and as he pushed deeper and deeper into her she felt the familiar painful,‭ ‬stretching and burning sensation.

‭"‬Oh,‭ ‬yeah,‭"‬ Syd said,‭ "‬that‭'‬s nice,‭ ‬real nice.‭"‬ He ran his hands down her sides and under to fondle her breasts.‭ ‬The clamps pinched painfully as he kneaded her sensitive breasts.‭ ‬Elaine bit down on the gag and tried to adjust to him being inside her.

Syd tugged down on the chain between the clamps then slammed roughly into Elaine‭'‬s ass.‭ ‬She yelled into the gag as this unknown stranger plundered her ass.‭ ‬He was rough and gave the chain a little tug with each hard thrust.‭ ‬Elaine was lost in the pain of being fucked,‭ ‬but still remembered she wanted to cum.‭ ‬She reached her bound hands between her thighs and found her pussy and clit.‭ ‬One hand was ready to play with her wet pussy while the other was on her clit when Syd noticed.

‭"‬Oh,‭ ‬my,‭"‬ he taunted,‭ "‬you are a dirty little slave,‭ ‬aren‭'‬t you‭? ‬And disobedient,‭ ‬too‭"‬ He abruptly pulled out of her and slapped her ass.‭ "‬No cumming unless I say so.‭ ‬If you‭'‬re good,‭ ‬you can beg me and I‭'‬ll let you play with yourself later.‭"‬ He slapped her ass again and pulled her up on her knees.‭ "‬Since you cannot‭ ‬be trusted,‭ ‬we‭'‬ll have to fix things.‭"

Syd unhooked her hands.‭ ‬As soon as her hands were free,‭ ‬Elaine took a wild swing.‭ ‬She was determined to fight,‭ ‬to make him earn her and maybe,‭ ‬just maybe,‭ ‬get away.‭ ‬She had no delusions about escaping,‭ ‬but she also knew that if he was going to fuck her ass all night she was going to be in agony.‭ ‬She had the satisfaction of feeling a meaty thump as she connected with him.‭ ‬She flailed wildly and hit him a few more times.‭ ‬If she could get in the water,‭ ‬she might be able‭ ‬to get to shore,‭ ‬she was a good swimmer.‭ ‬Maybe,‭ ‬somehow she could find Hunter or Roy.‭ ‬It was a long shot,‭ ‬but better than what Syd had offered her.

Elaine pulled off her blindfold.‭ ‬She was in the living room of a houseboat.‭ ‬Syd was knocked back,‭ ‬looking rather shocked.‭ ‬She remembered him now as the guy sitting alone back in the corner of the bar.‭ ‬He was young,‭ ‬in his mid-twenties with short black hair and a lean,‭ ‬muscular build.‭ ‬His brown eyes glared at her.‭ ‬But that was not her immediate concern.‭ ‬Syd lunged for her,‭ ‬but Elaine pulled her legs back and kicked him with both feet square in the chest.‭ ‬He fell back.‭ ‬Elaine quickly unhooked her leash and tossed it aside.

Elaine stood up and promptly fell over.‭ ‬She had been tied up so long that the circulation in her legs was gone.‭ ‬Syd rolled over and struggled to get to his feet.‭ ‬Her legs were wooden,‭ ‬but she was determined.‭ ‬She stood again and stumbled to the door.‭ ‬She cried as she found it was locked.‭ ‬There was a lock,‭ ‬but she could unlatch it,‭ ‬if Syd would give her enough time.

Syd did not.‭ ‬Elaine was just starting to turn the latch when he grabbed her by the hair.‭ ‬Elaine tried to hold onto the door latch while Syd pulled her back into the middle of the room.‭ ‬He was stronger and Elaine had to let go.

‭"‬So you‭ ‬want to do this the hard way,‭"‬ Syd sneered as he dragged her around the room by her hair.‭ "‬That‭'‬s fine with me.‭"‬ He was happy she was going to put up a fight,‭ ‬he liked overpowering women.‭ ‬When they just submitted without a struggle the whole thing lost some of the thrill.‭ ‬He had no doubt about the‭ ‬outcome‭;‬ there was no way she was going to get away.

Elaine swung wildly at Syd again.‭ ‬She wished she had learned how to fight,‭ ‬but she never had.‭ ‬Her parents refused to let her brother fight with her and after that she had just never got around to learning.‭ ‬Truth be told,‭ ‬she would have generally preferred to lose most fights,‭ ‬but not this one.

Syd caught Elaine‭'‬s wrist as she swung at him again.‭ ‬He let go of her hair,‭ ‬but kept a grip on her wrist.‭ ‬He twisted her arm behind her back and pressed her against the wall.‭ ‬His body held her against the wall of the‭ ‬boat‭;‬ she could feel his hard cock pressed against her back.‭ ‬He snared her other wrist and pulled behind her back,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬In a second he had her wrists cuffed back together again.

‭"‬Now,‭"‬ Syd said and pushed Elaine‭'‬s face against the wall,‭ "‬where was I‭?"‬ He kicked her legs apart then rammed his big cock back into Elaine‭'‬s ass.‭ "‬Oh,‭ ‬yeah.‭ ‬I was pounding your ass.‭"

Elaine cried into the gag while Syd brutalized her.‭ ‬He was fast and hard,‭ ‬never slowing and lasting longer than she imagined.‭ ‬Each thrust lifted her off her feet and into the wall,‭ ‬she could even feel the big boat begin to rock in rhythm with her violation.‭ ‬He taunted her as he fucked her,‭ ‬mocking her escape attempt and reminding her that she existed to please men.‭ ‬Eventually her ordeal ended and with a few last hard thrusts he came in her battered ass.

‭"‬Yeah,‭ ‬that‭'‬s a nice start,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ Syd said.‭ ‬He kissed her neck and grabbed her breasts.‭ "‬You are one fine piece of ass,‭ ‬and we‭'‬ve got all night.‭"

Elaine cried softly,‭ ‬she had been beaten again.

Syd reached up and removed the gag from Elaine‭'‬s mouth.

‭"‬I hope we understand each other,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ Syd said into her ear and gave the chain on the nipple clamps a tug.‭ "‬We‭'‬re not going to have any more problems,‭ ‬are we‭?"

Elaine shook her head.

Syd yanked on the chain again.

‭"‬Say it,‭"‬ Syd ordered.

‭"‬No,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine said softly.

Syd yanked the chain again and Elaine yelped.

‭"'‬No,‭ ‬sir‭'‬ what‭?"‬ He said.

‭"‬No,‭ ‬sir,‭ ‬we are not going to have any problems,‭"‬ Elaine said.‭ "‬I will be a good slave.‭ ‬I will obey you.‭"

"Good,‭"‬ Syd said.‭ ‬He let his cock slide out of her ass and let go of her.‭ "‬Now,‭ ‬get on your knees and pick up your leash.‭ ‬In your mouth,‭ ‬and bring it to me.‭"

"Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine turned around and dropped to her knees.‭ ‬She walked on her knees to where she had tossed the leash.‭ ‬Aware of her battered ass and the cum starting to leak out of it,‭ ‬she bent down and picked it up in her mouth.‭ ‬She straightened back up and ventured a look at Syd.‭ ‬His cock was starting to stiffen again‭ (‬it was big,‭ ‬Elaine noted,‭ ‬really big‭) ‬and despite herself,‭ ‬Elaine was wet.‭ ‬She crawled to him and offered him the leash.

‭"‬Nice,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ Syd said.‭ ‬He took the leash and hooked it on her collar.‭ "‬Now,‭ ‬let‭'‬s go to the bedroom.‭"‬ He gave it a pull and Elaine followed behind him to her next violation.

Life was good,‭ ‬Syd thought to himself.‭ ‬Back in his younger days,‭ ‬well,‭ ‬not too much younger he wasn't that old,‭ ‬doing something like this had the potential to get him arrested,‭ ‬expelled,‭ ‬discharged or any number of unpleasant things.‭ ‬Now,‭ ‬not only did he not have to worry about any troubles,‭ ‬Bill was paying him to do this.‭ ‬He felt his cock coming back to life as he pulled on the‭ ‬leash‭;‬ he was going to really enjoy this one.‭ ‬He had all night and she was not going to cause any more problems.‭ ‬If she did,‭ ‬well,‭ ‬he could deal with her.

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Most people who met Doug thought he was a loser.‭ ‬That was fine with him,‭ ‬he preferred to keep a low profile and,‭ ‬as they said in one of his previous jobs,‭ ‬fly below the radar.‭ ‬He was tall,‭ ‬6‭'‬4‭"‬ with a medium build,‭ ‬thinning brown hair and a full beard.‭ ‬His features were somewhat plain,‭ ‬if you only caught a brief glance of him you probably would not be able to describe him later.‭ ‬Even after a good look,‭ ‬all you could really say was that he was tall and bearded.‭ ‬That was the way he wanted it,‭ ‬Doug did not want to stand out‭; ‬he wanted to fade into the background.‭ ‬It was easier to work that way.

Doug lived out of an old Winnebago.‭ ‬It was tidy,‭ ‬but a little old and rundown.‭ ‬He had more than enough money saved away to buy a brand new one,‭ ‬but the one he had was more non-descript.‭ ‬He liked being able to move with the seasons and stay ahead of anyone who might be‭ ‬looking for him.‭ ‬People who wanted to contact him could,‭ ‬it was easy to keep a couple of e-mail accounts.‭ ‬Once they contacted him there,‭ ‬if he chose to,‭ ‬he would use some of the more sophisticated equipment he had hidden in the Winnebago.‭ ‬Or he would just‭ ‬find one of the increasingly rare pay phones and call.

Lots of people wanted to find Doug.‭ ‬He had very specialized skills that came in handy and commanded a high price.‭ ‬Doug was one of the best at getting into places that no one else could.‭ ‬Back in his working days he had worked for‭ "‬them‭"‬.‭ ‬In the early days,‭ ‬it had been about breaking into embassies and consulates and stealing‭ ‬or copying‭ ‬code books.‭ ‬That had been challenging,‭ ‬but fairly easy,‭ ‬once you knew how to do it.‭ ‬Around the turn of the century,‭ ‬his job had changed a bit.‭ ‬After the Shadow War started in‭ ‬2001,‭ ‬his job was more about breaking into places and coming back out with a person.‭ ‬He was still gathering intelligence,‭ ‬but people instead of paper.‭ ‬He adapted to this with only a slight change of‭ ‬tactics and a little more training about ways to make a person compliant.

He had officially retired about five years ago and gone into‭ "‬consulting‭"‬.‭ ‬He did the same work now,‭ ‬just not as often and for cash rather than duty.‭ ‬His old employers still called‭ ‬him now and then,‭ ‬but what they paid now made him realize how much they had lowballed him when he was on the payroll.‭ ‬When he was ready to‭ "‬retire retire‭"‬,‭ ‬he had more than enough money in offshore accounts to live comfortably as an expatriate somewhere warm.‭ ‬For now,‭ ‬he enjoyed the work too much to stay idle and he had to keep in practice.

When he was working for‭ "‬them‭"‬ he had met Hunter and Hunter in turn introduced him to the Association.‭ ‬He had done some work for Association members and some work that went against the interests of the Association.‭ ‬So far,‭ ‬the Association had tolerated him,‭ ‬though some of his clients disappeared.‭ ‬They knew he was a valuable resource and were not about to rid themselves of one who could be useful.

Doug was amused at the moment.‭ ‬He had been out of touch for a few weeks,‭ ‬doing some hiking and fishing in the Sierras.‭ ‬When he checked his e-mail,‭ ‬he found that he had three offers for work.‭ ‬What was funny to him was that they were all for the same woman,‭ ‬some slave named Elaine‭ ‬in Las Vegas.‭ ‬He was intrigued,‭ ‬but which offer to take‭? ‬He did some research and found that he had a few common contacts,‭ ‬he might have to cross Hunter,‭ ‬but that was just one of the risks.‭ ‬One of the e-mails was more of an offer of a partnership from an‭ ‬old friend.‭ ‬Doug knew he was going to need some help,‭ ‬at least someone to help him plan.‭ ‬He had arranged a meeting.

There was something depressing about Reno on a Wednesday night.‭ ‬It was a little past its prime,‭ ‬a little dated and had lost most of its glamour to Las Vegas.‭ ‬There were still the hotels and casinos,‭ ‬the capacity for people,‭ ‬there were just not that many people.‭ ‬A few panhandlers accosted Doug as he entered the seedy Cal-Neva and made his way to the back of the casino bar to meet his contact.‭ ‬He ordered a bottled beer‭ (‬one lesson he learned:‭ ‬they can‭'‬t water down a bottle of beer‭)‬,‭ ‬lit up a cigarette and waited.

In a few minutes,‭ ‬punctual as ever,‭ ‬his contact arrived.

‭"‬Why must you pick such a filthy,‭ ‬stinky place‭?"‬ she said as she brushed aside a cloud of smoke.

‭"‬Nice to see you,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬Anna,‭"‬ Doug said and rose to greet the blonde German.

‭"‬Let‭'‬s get to business,‭ ‬Doug,‭"‬ she said tersely and sat down opposite him,‭ "‬or move to a nicer place if we are going to be social.‭"

Doug slid a picture of‭ ‬Elaine across to Anna.‭ "‬This is her,‭"‬ Doug said.‭ "‬I‭'‬ve gotten two more offers for her if I can get her.‭"

"Ah,‭ ‬yes,‭ ‬that one,‭ ‬she is a work of art,‭"‬ she said.‭ "‬Tell me more.‭"

"Two offers for her,‭ ‬all pretty much standard rates,‭"‬ Doug shrugged.‭ "‬There is obviously some demand for this one.‭"

"You have no idea,‭"‬Anna purred.‭ "‬Who made the offers‭?"

"Anonymous at the moment,‭"‬ Doug frowned a bit.‭ "‬I‭'‬m not‭ ‬too keen for working for someone I‭'‬ve never seen.‭ ‬I‭'‬ve done it before,‭ ‬but there is always an additional risk I would rather avoid.‭"

"Have you accepted either‭?"‬ Anna asked.

‭"‬Of course not,‭"‬ Doug sounded slightly insulted.

‭"‬Well,‭ ‬then,‭"‬ Anna smiled,‭ "‬I think we have a golden opportunity.‭"

I know why you had the double quotes, but it just looked a little off. I think you will achieve the same meaning from one set of them... at least assuming the person reading isn't an idiot. "We?" Doug smiled.

"Yes,‭ ‬'we‭'‬,‭"‬ Anna took one of Doug‭'‬s cigarettes,‭ ‬"I can get you to her.‭ ‬I‭'‬m not sure where she will be when we get there,‭ ‬but I can find her.‭ ‬We take her and see who bids the highest.‭ ‬I don‭'‬t think we need to hurry on getting rid of her either.‭"

"You know I don‭'‬t like keeping merchandise on hand,‭ ‬it‭'‬s dangerous,‭"‬ Doug looked at her.‭ ‬Anna was intriguing him.

‭"‬This one will be worth the time,‭"‬ Anna assured him.‭ ‬She smiled thinking of what she would have the little slave do.

‭"‬We might need some more muscle,‭"‬ Doug said thoughtfully.‭ "‬Nothing against your skills,‭ ‬Anna,‭ ‬but you know what I mean.‭"

Anna waved her hand,‭ ‬dismissing any possible slight.‭ "‬Understood.‭ ‬I prefer people don‭'‬t think of me that way until needed.‭ ‬I have a man.‭ ‬He‭'‬ll meet us in Las Vegas.‭"

Doug‭ ‬took a long pull off his bottle.‭ "‬Fine,‭ ‬let‭'‬s do it.‭ ‬Split the money three ways‭?"

"Minus expenses,‭"‬ Anna said automatically.

‭"‬Of course.‭ ‬Who is this man‭?"‬ Doug asked.

‭"‬An old frenemy,‭ ‬I think that‭'‬s the term.‭ ‬His name is J.J.,‭"‬ Anna smiled.

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Elaine had never been on a houseboat before,‭ ‬so she wasn‭'‬t quite sure what to expect.‭ ‬She was pretty sure,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬that most houseboats did not feature rings situated strategically around the bed in the bedroom nor did they have a rack on the wall full of various restraints and whips.‭ ‬This was a‭ ‬houseboat that had seen its share of slaves.‭ ‬There was a sliding glass door that opened to the deck in the front of the boat,‭ ‬Elaine gazed at it longingly knowing that freedom,‭ ‬or at least escape was just past those doors,‭ ‬and she knew she would never get there.

Syd lifted Elaine by the waist and set her on her knees on the bed.‭ ‬His hands were strong on her small body and she was reminded of how much in his power she was.‭ ‬His cock was already hard again,‭ ‬Elaine knew it was just a matter of time before he was inside her again and the thought made her hot.

Syd stepped behind her and took off her nipple clamps.‭ "‬There,‭"‬ he said and began playing with her tender nipples,‭ "‬that‭'‬s better access.‭"

Elaine closed her eyes and lost herself in his touch.‭ ‬His hands explored her,‭ ‬going from her small,‭ ‬sensitive breasts to her flat stomach,‭ ‬down her arms to her bound hands and onto her silky thighs.‭ ‬The only place his hands did not explore was her aching pussy.‭ ‬He brushed her hair aside and began kissing her neck.‭ ‬Elaine turned her head slightly,‭ ‬offering him her mouth to kiss.‭ ‬He reached up and put a hand on her neck,‭ ‬a firm grip but not choking and kissed her.‭ ‬Elaine was a slave,‭ ‬she reminded herself,‭ ‬and this is what slaves did.

Syd kissed her for a minute while‭ ‬his hands continued exploring her.‭ ‬When his hand rested on her thigh,‭ ‬Elaine tried to push her pussy against him,‭ ‬but he moved his hand away.‭ ‬Elaine tried to remind herself that this was the man who had stolen her away,‭ ‬who had already shoved his cock in‭ ‬her mouth,‭ ‬hurt her and raped her ass,‭ ‬but all she wanted was for him to fuck her.

Syd stopped kissing Elaine and crawled to the middle of the bed.‭ ‬He lay down on his back,‭ ‬his big cock sticking up like a flagpole.‭ ‬He smiled at Elaine then grabbed a tube of lube from the night stand.‭ (‬Elaine wondered if every place she was taken had a tube of lube in the night stand‭?) ‬He tossed it to her.

‭"‬Get me ready,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ Syd ordered.‭ "‬Do a good job,‭ ‬that cock is going to be buried in your ass soon.‭"

"Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭" ‬Elaine replied.

Elaine took the tube in her bound hands.‭ ‬She squirted some on the tip of his shaft and began to rub it on.‭ ‬She was trembling slightly as she did,‭ ‬this was the hard piece of flesh that had already plundered her‭ ‬body,‭ ‬which had hurt her and subdued her.‭ ‬Now she was being told to get it ready to be used on her again.‭ ‬Still,‭ ‬she thought,‭ ‬it was a beautiful cock.‭ ‬She squirted some more lube on and slowly rubbed it over his shaft,‭ ‬noting the length and girth of it,‭ ‬the ridge of the tip and the veins and tried not to think of how it was going to make her suffer.

Syd tugged on the leash.‭ "‬That‭'‬s enough,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ he said.‭ "‬Lube‭ ‬it‭;‬ don‭'‬t give me a hand job.‭"




Stealing Elaine Ch. 02



"Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine answered.

‭"‬Now,‭ ‬get on top of me,‭"‬ Syd ordered.‭ "‬Put my cock in your ass and fuck me.‭ ‬I‭'‬m just going to lie here and you are going to make me cum.‭"

Elaine hesitated.‭ ‬She had never done anything like that before.‭ ‬She had been fucked in the ass many times,‭ ‬but never had she had to fuck someone with her ass,‭ ‬she had always just taken it.‭ ‬The idea scared her,‭ ‬could she make herself do it‭?

"Do it,‭"‬ Syd snarled and slapped her breasts.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine said,‭ ‬and reluctantly obeyed,‭ ‬after all,‭ ‬what choice did she have‭? ‬If she did not,‭ ‬he would just do worse things to her until she did.

Elaine climbed on top of him,‭ ‬straddling his hips.‭ ‬She felt his cock poking her in her back.‭ ‬She took a deep breath,‭ ‬lifted enough off of him to clear his cock and with her bound hands guided it to her abused asshole.‭ ‬She looked pleadingly at him to either stop this or just to fuck her instead,‭ ‬but she saw only calm determination.‭ ‬He pulled his hand back,‭ ‬ready to slap her again and Elaine began to lower herself onto him.‭ ‬There was a flash of pain as the tip of his thick shaft entered‭ ‬her‭;‬ Elaine just‭ ‬concentrated on her legs,‭ ‬on slowly lowering herself onto him.‭ ‬He stretched her,‭ ‬but she was able to finally get him all the way inside her.

Her ass now rested on his hips,‭ ‬his big shaft impaling her painfully.‭ ‬She was sweating now and her body trembled as she tried to adjust to this intrusion.

‭"‬My cock hurts in your ass,‭ ‬doesn‭'‬t it‭?"‬ Syd taunted her‭ "‬Well,‭ ‬it‭'‬s going to stay there until I get off so you better get to work.‭"

"Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine said through gritted teeth.‭ ‬She lifted herself up and slowly back down again.‭ ‬She needed some extra balance so she put her hands on Syd‭'‬s chest.‭ ‬It took her a few minutes,‭ ‬but she found a rhythm and it got a little easier. 

‭"‬Yeah,‭ ‬that‭'‬s it,‭ ‬slave girl,‭ ‬ride my cock,‭"‬ Syd moaned.

It‭ ‬hurt‭;‬ there was no doubt about‭ ‬that.‭ ‬What was worse was that she had to hurt‭ ‬herself‭;‬ it was different when someone else did it to her.‭ ‬She hated Syd.‭ ‬She hated him for stealing her away,‭ ‬she hated him for raping her and making her do this,‭ ‬but mostly she hated him for not letting her cum.

Syd smiled at Elaine as she pleased him.‭ ‬He looked passive,‭ ‬but Elaine knew enough about men to realize that he was getting close.‭ ‬She was glad she kept in shape,‭ ‬because her legs were getting a workout.‭ ‬Finally,‭ ‬he grabbed her hips,‭ ‬and pulled her down on him,‭ ‬Elaine pushed herself back up just in time to hear him groan and cum shot into her ass.‭ ‬Syd‭'‬s eyes softened and Elaine circled her hips on his cock one last time before she lifted herself off him,‭ ‬trailing a string of semen.

‭"‬Very nice,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ Syd said.‭ ‬He patted her cheek.‭ "‬Maybe I will plow that pussy later.‭ ‬For now,‭"‬ he said and stood up quickly,‭ "‬I am going to go for a swim.‭ ‬Of course,‭ ‬I can‭'‬t trust you,‭ ‬so I‭'‬ll have to take measures.‭"

Syd pulled Elaine off the bed by her leash.‭ ‬She stumbled and he pushed her to her knees beside the wall.‭ ‬He fastened Elaine‭'‬s hands to her collar then hooked her collar with a short chain to a loop in the wall.‭ ‬Elaine‭'‬s nose was about five inches from the wall.‭ ‬He clipped her feet back together then secured‭ ‬them to another loop in the wall.

Elaine heard him open the door and walk out,‭ ‬a cool breeze off the lake hit her and she shivered.‭ ‬There was a splash as he jumped in the water,‭ ‬she tried to enjoy the few minutes of respite she had.‭ ‬If only she were not bound,‭ ‬she could get away.‭ ‬She briefly tried to unhook her wrists,‭ ‬but it was no use.‭ ‬These were Hunter‭'‬s restraints and he had only the best.‭ ‬No,‭ ‬she was helpless.‭ ‬Syd would come back and use her again and there was nothing she could do to stop him.‭ ‬He wanted her and he was going to get her.‭ ‬What would happen in the morning‭? ‬Who was he delivering her to‭? ‬What would happen‭? ‬Who would own her‭? ‬Who would get to have her and make her obey‭?

She started crying again.‭ ‬She never imagined her life could be like this.‭ ‬She had had fantasies of being forced,‭ ‬even of being raped and gang raped,‭ ‬but never thought it would take over her life.‭ ‬She knew she was good looking,‭ ‬but had never thought she was that desirable,‭ ‬that so many men‭ (‬and women‭) ‬would do so much to have‭ ‬her,‭ ‬to possess her.

She was tired,‭ ‬hungry and sore.‭ ‬She wanted to sleep and have a good meal.‭ ‬But more than that,‭ ‬she wanted to orgasm.‭ ‬All else seemed background noise to her need to cum.‭ ‬Would Syd let her‭? ‬Would Syd bring her to climax‭? ‬She wanted to be home with Roy,‭ ‬but somehow she knew she would never be there again.

Elaine was still crying when Syd came back in through the door.‭ ‬He was dripping water,‭ ‬but his cock was hard and getting harder.‭ ‬Elaine tried to stop,‭ ‬to get under control so she would‭ ‬not show weakness in front of this man.‭ ‬To her surprise,‭ ‬Syd squatted beside her and gently stroked her cheek.

‭"‬What‭'‬s wrong,‭ ‬slave‭?"‬ he asked.‭ ‬Normally,‭ ‬this would be an absurd question.‭ ‬He had already stolen her and anally raped her twice and he was asking what‭'‬s wrong‭? ‬But Elaine understood what he meant.

‭"‬I want my Master,‭"‬ she sobbed.‭ "‬I want to go home.‭"

"You are a slave,‭"‬ Syd said patiently.‭ "‬He‭'‬s not your master‭ ‬anymore and it‭'‬s not your home anymore.‭ ‬Get used to it.‭"

"Will you keep me‭?"‬ she asked and looked up at him.

‭"‬What lovely eyes you have,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ Syd complimented her.‭ "‬No,‭ ‬I‭'‬m not going to keep you.‭ ‬I would like to,‭ ‬but I am being paid to deliver you and I will do my job.‭ ‬Do you understand‭?"

"No,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ she answered and shook her head.‭ "‬I don‭'‬t,‭ ‬and I don‭'‬t know if I ever will.‭"‬ She took a deep breath and swallowed hard.‭ "‬Sir,‭ ‬will you please let me cum‭? ‬I‭'‬m sorry for hitting you and trying to escape.‭ ‬Please let me cum,‭ ‬please fuck my pussy.‭"

Syd smiled.‭ ‬He unhooked the chain holding her head to the wall.‭ ‬Still with his hand on her face he stood.‭ ‬His cock was in Elaine‭'‬s face and she knew what he wanted.‭ ‬She leaned forward and began licking his shaft,‭ ‬tasting the drying water from the lake on it.‭ ‬Elaine licked from base to tip and back‭ ‬again,‭ ‬she tried to lick every inch of his big cock.

‭"‬Open up,‭"‬ Syd told her.‭ ‬Elaine looked up at him and opened her mouth for him.‭ ‬He put his cock in,‭ ‬again not into her throat but just into her mouth.‭ "‬Swallow it all and the next time I fuck you,‭ ‬I‭'‬ll let you cum.‭"

Elaine closed her eyes as he forced his way into her throat.‭ ‬His length and girth were uncomfortable,‭ ‬but she could not have stopped him if she wanted to and she wasn‭'‬t sure if she wanted to.‭ ‬She was a slave,‭ ‬she kept thinking,‭ ‬and now maybe‭ ‬she was entering the real world of slavery,‭ ‬not just being Roy‭'‬s pet and toy.‭ ‬The idea of being sold,‭ ‬of being passed from owner to owner and used by complete strangers was frightening and exciting.

Syd was taking his time with Elaine on this one.‭ ‬He wanted to make it last,‭ ‬to make her feel his cock in her for as long as possible.‭ ‬He wanted her,‭ ‬he wanted to own her.‭ ‬His time with her tonight had already convinced him of that.‭ ‬There was no way he was going to double-cross Bill,‭ ‬but once she was delivered‭ ‬his obligations were met.‭ ‬He could probably get the money together to buy her,‭ ‬but he didn‭'‬t think that was going to be an option.‭ ‬Somehow,‭ ‬he knew that Bill would never sell her,‭ ‬that he would not have her long enough to complete a deal.‭ ‬Syd sensed many people converging on this slave,‭ ‬many who wanted to steal her and own her.‭ ‬Someone would get her away from Bill and once she was away he might be able to swoop in and take her.

Elaine surrendered.‭ ‬Inside herself,‭ ‬she gave up to Syd.‭ ‬Whatever he was going to do to her he would and she would try to make the best of him.‭ ‬He had overpowered her and bent her to his will.‭ ‬It was a sense of peace when she realized she was not going to fight him or resist anymore.‭ ‬As uncomfortable as he was in her,‭ ‬she was almost disappointed when he came.‭ ‬She wanted to suffer a little‭ ‬more‭;‬ she wanted to endure her surrender longer.‭ ‬She did as she was told and swallowed everything. 

‭"‬Good slave,‭"‬ Syd said.‭ "‬Let me move the boat,‭ ‬then I‭'‬ll give your pussy a good hard fucking.‭ ‬Would you like that‭?"

"Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine said.

Syd hooked her collar back to the wall.‭ ‬In a minute she felt the boat rumble as Syd fired up the engines.‭ ‬Soon she felt the boat began to move,‭ ‬farther from Roy and closer to wherever he was taking her next.‭ 

Elaine may have‭ ‬slept‭;‬ she was tired from the past few days.‭ ‬In spite of everything else,‭ ‬she was still exhausted.‭ ‬Roy had not let her sleep much last night‭ (‬was it only last night‭?) ‬and now all of this.‭ ‬She was startled when Syd was beside her and unhooked her feet.‭ ‬He unhooked her from the wall and out the leash on,‭ ‬pulling her to her feet.

‭"‬Turn around,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ Syd ordered her.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine answered and slowly turned around for him,‭ ‬letting him gaze on her body.

Syd stopped her by pinching a nipple.‭ "‬I envy the man who gets to own you,‭"‬ Syd said.‭ "‬To be able to have you at his beck and call,‭ ‬to do anything he wants to you.‭ ‬That is a lucky man.‭"

Elaine blushed,‭ "‬thank you,‭ ‬sir.‭"

"Let‭'‬s go outside,‭ ‬I want to show you something,‭"‬ Syd said and pulled her by the leash.

There was a deck on the roof of the boat and Syd led her up the stairs to it.‭ ‬He led her to the front and stopped at the railing.

‭"‬Look over there,‭"‬ Syd said and pointed at some lights on the opposite shore of the lake.‭ "‬Do you see those lights‭?"

"Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ she answered.

‭"‬That is where I am taking you in the morning,‭"‬ Syd told her and kissed her neck.‭ ‬He unhooked her wrists and secured them onto some rings welded onto the railing on the deck.‭ "‬I want you looking at them while I fuck you.‭"‬ He rubbed his hands on her legs and clipped her ankles to loops on the bottom.‭ ‬She tried her hands and feet,‭ ‬they were secure.‭ "‬I‭'‬m going to leave you tied up here the rest of the night.‭ ‬I want‭ ‬you to see those lights and think of what it is going to be done to you.‭"

The air was chilly,‭ ‬it was October and a cold breeze blew across the lake.‭ ‬Elaine remembered fondly for a moment the blistering hot days of a month or two ago.

Syd bent her at the waist and pulled her ass towards him.‭ ‬She was panting,‭ ‬waiting for him inside her,‭ ‬waiting for the relief of an orgasm from this young man.

‭"‬Beg me,‭"‬ he said from behind her.‭ "‬Beg me to fuck your slave pussy.‭"

"Please,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine pleaded with all her desire in her voice,‭ "‬please fuck me.‭ ‬Please fuck my slave pussy.‭"

"If I fuck you,‭ ‬I‭'‬m going to hurt you,‭"‬ Syd said to her.

‭"‬Please,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine begged again.‭ "‬Fuck my slave pussy.‭ ‬Hurt me.‭ ‬Please.‭"

He slipped one finger then another between her legs and into her wet slit.‭ ‬Elaine moaned happily as he did and clenched down on his fingers.

‭"‬You‭'‬re a born slave,‭ ‬aren‭'‬t you‭?"‬ He asked,‭ ‬nibbling on her ear while his fingers explored her.‭ "‬You were meant to be owned and used,‭ ‬weren‭'‬t you‭?"

"Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine moaned,‭ "‬oh,‭ ‬yes,‭ ‬sir.‭"

"Remember,‭"‬ Syd said and slid his fingers out of Elaine,‭ "‬you begged for this.‭"

Syd guided his cock to her swollen labia.‭ ‬One hand grabbed her collar while the other hand pushed his hard shaft into her.‭ ‬Once the tip was in,‭ ‬he paused and grabbed her hips with both hands.‭ ‬Elaine screamed‭ ‬as he suddenly rammed all the way in.‭ ‬She could barely breathe as he savagely pounded away at her.‭ ‬She knew there was no escape,‭ ‬she was tied to the boat,‭ ‬she had to endure this.

Elaine was so lost in the pain of his huge cock battering away at her helpless vagina that the orgasm was a surprise.‭ ‬It seemed to come out of nowhere and overwhelm her.‭ ‬The pain was background,‭ ‬only the intense,‭ ‬mind blowing pleasure of pent up sexual need mattered.‭ ‬She yelled out over and over as he plundered her body,‭ ‬aware only of wave after wave of pleasure that washed over her.‭ ‬It was being helpless,‭ ‬being fucked and raped and kidnapped again and taken to a world where she did not know what would happen next except that someone would be fucking her.‭ ‬It was her darkest fantasies come true.

With a few last,‭ ‬hard,‭ ‬angry thrusts,‭ ‬Syd came.‭ ‬He fired his cum inside Elaine‭'‬s spasming body.‭ ‬He was‭ ‬amazed‭;‬ he had never seen a woman respond like that,‭ ‬he had never seen a woman welcome his assault like Elaine had.‭ ‬He was amazed and a little intimidated by it,‭ ‬she had taken the worst he could do to her and turned it into her pleasure.‭ ‬He had used and heard the cliche‭'‬ of a natural born slave before,‭ ‬but until now it had just seemed like something that sounded good without actually meaning anything.‭ ‬Now he knew that not only was there such a thing,‭ ‬but his cock was buried inside one.

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Roy stared out the window.‭ ‬He was not happy with how the night and gone and needed to think of what he was going to do next.‭ ‬His phone rang,‭ ‬it was Hunter.

‭"‬We lost her,‭"‬ Hunter said,‭ ‬as always getting straight to the point.

‭"‬I know,‭ ‬Amanda won the case,‭"‬ Roy answered a little peeved.‭ "‬Get her back here and let's see if we can make the best of it.‭"

"No,‭ ‬we lost her.‭ ‬Syd came in and stole her while I was out,‭"‬ Hunter managed to sound embarrassed,‭ ‬Roy did not think that that was possible.‭ 

"Sid‭? ‬From Baltimore‭?"‬ Roy asked,‭ ‬going through his mental files of all the Sids he knew.‭ ‬Baltimore Sid was kind of a washout,‭ ‬Roy could not see him getting into Hunter‭'‬s house without a battering ram and a lot of explosives.

‭"‬No,‭"‬ Hunter replied.‭ "‬Syd with a y.‭ ‬From New York.‭ ‬He‭'‬s working for Bill.‭"

Roy thought about this for a moment.‭ ‬He was irritated by it,‭ ‬but there were worse things than Elaine winding up with Bill.‭ ‬He might even be able to buy her back from him.‭ ‬There was the matter of Syd breaking into Hunter‭'‬s‭ ‬house‭;‬ Roy knew his friend did not take kindly to that sort of thing.

‭"‬You going to take Syd out‭?"‬ Roy asked.

‭"‬For doing his job‭?"‬ Hunter answered.‭ "‬No.‭ ‬But we are going to have a chat.‭ ‬Bill‭'‬s too big to take out and he does provide a necessary function.‭"

"I guess it could work out,‭ ‬though.‭ ‬I may be able to buy her back from Bill,‭"‬ Roy said as he thought out loud.‭ "‬He'll charge me an arm and a leg,‭ ‬but I should have lots of cash after that deal with the Indian Intelligence Bureau closes.‭ ‬I just hate paying for something I already own.‭ ‬Besides,‭ ‬we are assuming he can keep her.‭"

"Meaning‭?"

"I tapped Amanda's phones,‭"‬ Roy explained.‭ "‬She's notified everyone with even a slight interest in Elaine that she is available.‭ ‬There are a lot of heavy hitters on the way‭; ‬and,‭ ‬a lot of total scumbags.‭ ‬Bill's going to need to be on his toes and get her to Monon ASAP.‭ ‬Think we can steal her back on the way there‭?"

"Maybe.‭ ‬You know I'm locked into this deal in Phoenix,‭ ‬but I'll see if I can close that quickly.‭ ‬Keep tabs on her.‭ ‬If we have to find her again,‭ ‬it may take more time we do not have,‭"‬ Hunter had gotten over his chagrin and was ready to move on.‭ ‬Give him a job and he was all business.

‭"‬I will.‭ ‬I'm in Bill's systems,‭ ‬too‭; ‬at least his records.‭ ‬His security is tough to‭ ‬crack‭;‬ I‭'‬m working on it,‭ ‬though.‭ ‬I‭'‬ll keep you posted,‭"‬ Roy said.

‭"‬Get some sleep,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬Roy,‭"‬ Hunter advised.‭ "‬You‭'‬ll need your strength.‭ ‬I get the feeling we are going to have a busy couple of months.‭"

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It was nearly dawn before Syd finished with Elaine.‭ ‬He had left her tied to the front of the deck all night,‭ ‬driving the boat a little then coming out to fuck her again.‭ ‬Elaine lost count of how many times he had been inside her.‭ ‬There was a lightening in the east and the stars overhead were fading.‭ ‬Syd pulled his cock out of Elaine‭'‬s battered ass and started up the boat.‭ ‬She begged him one last time not to turn her‭ ‬over,‭ ‬to keep her for himself.‭ ‬Syd had laughed,‭ ‬smacked her ass and gone to drive the houseboat.

Elaine was exhausted.‭ ‬She had barely slept in two days and had spent all of the night being used by Syd.‭ ‬Her body ached and her spirit ached.‭ ‬The boat began moving forward towards the lights,‭ ‬towards her new life.‭ 

Now that it was lighter,‭ ‬Elaine could make it out a little more.‭ ‬There was a steep sided cove and up on one of the cliffs sat a cluster of buildings.‭ ‬She realized with a bemused start that it was not so much that the cliff was high,‭ ‬but that the lake was low.‭ ‬All summer people had talked about how low Lake Mead was getting,‭ ‬but now she could see it in person.‭ ‬The cliff top house,‭ ‬a hundred feet above the water,‭ ‬was probably at lake level when the lake was full.‭ ‬Now,‭ ‬a set of stairs and ramp led down to the dock in the water.‭ ‬From here,‭ ‬the place looked‭ ‬pleasant‭;‬ she could see cottonwoods shading a group of one and two story buildings.‭ ‬It looked more like a resort than a prison and somehow that made her feel a little better.

Still,‭ ‬there was no denying what was in store for her.‭ ‬She was being brought to this place wearing only a collar and cuffs.‭ ‬Dried and drying cum ran down her legs.‭ ‬She was branded,‭ ‬bruised and abused.‭ ‬There would be no denying what she was for and what they wanted her for,‭ ‬they wanted her for the pleasure her body could bring.‭ ‬She was a grown woman,‭ ‬she reminded herself,‭ ‬a grown,‭ ‬college educated woman and she was going to be led off on a leash.‭ ‬Tears began to flow down her cheeks‭ ‬as she shivered in the cold air.

Syd eased off the throttle as the houseboat entered the cove.‭ ‬Elaine tried once more to pull free of her bonds,‭ ‬but even if she got out of them,‭ ‬where was she going to go‭? ‬She was determined to face this with as much dignity as she could muster.

There was a group of four men on the dock,‭ ‬watching the houseboat pull in and watching her.‭ ‬Elaine did not want to think of what they might do to her.‭ ‬She closed her eyes,‭ ‬not wanting to see as the boat inched towards the dock.‭ ‬When it bounced against the bumpers on the dock,‭ ‬Elaine opened her eyes.‭ ‬Two men had already hopped onto the houseboat and were tying it up.‭ ‬Syd killed the engine and the cove was silent.

Elaine watched as one of the other men stepped onto the boat and up the stairs to the deck.‭ ‬Elaine could hear him talking to Syd,‭ ‬but could not make out the words,‭ ‬but she could hear some laughing.‭ ‬They sounded happy,‭ ‬Elaine thought wryly.

She peered over her shoulder and saw Syd and the man approaching her.‭ ‬The man was older,‭ ‬maybe in his fifties,‭ ‬greying with glasses.‭ ‬He still looked fit,‭ ‬but had a detached air of professionalism to him.‭ ‬He was carrying a smart phone and looked between it and Elaine,‭ ‬making special note of her brand.

‭"‬What‭'‬s your name,‭ ‬slave‭?"‬ he asked her.

‭"‬Elaine.‭ ‬Elaine Galway,‭"‬ Elaine answered.

‭"‬Elaine will be sufficient from now on,‭"‬ he said curtly.‭ "‬Unless we decide to give you a new name.‭ ‬But,‭"‬ he said and looked Elaine up and down,‭ "‬I think Elaine fits you well.‭"

"Everything check out‭?"‬ Syd asked.

‭"‬Yes,‭"‬ the man said.‭ "‬This is her.‭ ‬You are dismissed,‭ ‬Syd.‭ ‬Head up to the office and we‭'‬ll get your pay.‭"

Syd stepped up to Elaine.‭ ‬He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.‭ ‬He kissed her deeply then let go.‭ "‬It‭'‬s been fun,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ he said to her.‭ ‬"Maybe I‭'‬ll see you again.‭ ‬Soon.‭"




Stealing Elaine Ch. 03



J.J.‭ ‬was feeling quite pleased with himself.‭ ‬He had finished shaking down a mid-level coke dealer and had a fat wad of cash for his troubles.‭ ‬On top of that,‭ ‬he had had the lovely opportunity to beat up both the dealer and his accountant until they coughed up the‭ ‬$50,000‭ ‬he wanted.‭ ‬He was serious about arresting them,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬Well,‭ ‬if they had not paid up,‭ ‬that is.‭ ‬Every now and then he felt like he had to make an arrest just to remind people that he was still on the payroll.‭ ‬He never did show up for the court dates and the people he bothered to arrest would be set free,‭ ‬but the important thing was scaring and inconveniencing those he didn‭'‬t like.‭ ‬The down side was‭ ‬he couldn‭'‬t beat up people he was going to arrest,‭ ‬or steal their money‭; ‬so there was a‭ ‬tradeoff.

After beating the men up,‭ ‬J.J.‭ ‬was horny.‭ ‬The two seemed to go together.‭ ‬He had thought about fucking the accountant,‭ ‬he was cute in a geeky sort of way,‭ ‬but J.J.‭ ‬was not really into men at the moment.‭ ‬No,‭ ‬it came back to Elaine.‭ ‬For now,‭ ‬he‭'‬d find some prostitute for a quickie,‭ ‬but he knew he had to get Elaine back.‭ 

Raping her a few times‭ (‬could you actually rape a slave, he wondered.‭ ‬He preferred the idea that you could‭) ‬was just going to be the start.‭ ‬The Studio had contacted him.‭ ‬Since they had already paid Sergei and Mark for her they felt they had a legitimate claim,‭ ‬but were willing to sweeten the deal to make sure she was delivered.‭ ‬J.J.‭ ‬wanted revenge on the‭ ‬slave‭;‬ he wanted payback for‭ ‬her‭ ‬escaping him,‭ ‬for leaving him cuffed and naked with bruised balls.‭ ‬He knew what The Studio did to women and he was more than willing to use some of his new found wealth to make sure they did it to Elaine.‭ ‬All he wanted was to be the one who delivered her there so he could watch them film‭ ‬her die.‭ ‬And,‭ ‬of course,‭ ‬there would be the long drive to Canada for him to enjoy her as much as possible.

He had been on his way to stake out Roy‭'‬s place when he saw Hunter drive off with Elaine in the Bronco.‭ ‬That simplified things a bit.‭ ‬He was not going to risk a direct confrontation with Hunter.‭ ‬He was not stupid enough to want to go head-to-head with Hunter,‭ ‬but he might be able to pull an ambush or something else sneaky.‭ ‬He parked near Hunter‭'‬s house,‭ ‬watched and waited.

The American taxpayers had‭ ‬been kind enough to pay for some pretty sophisticated surveillance equipment for J.J.‭'‬s use.‭ ‬He was supposed to be using it to track criminals,‭ ‬but finding a fuck toy for his revenge was fine with J.J.‭ ‬A parabolic mike on the open window let him hear Hunter and Elaine and cameras covered all the comings and goings of the house.

J.J.‭ ‬had been tempted to ambush Hunter when he took Elaine for a walk:‭ ‬pull up behind him,‭ ‬one quick shot to the head,‭ ‬grab Elaine and run.‭ ‬But homicides on a city street in daylight tended to attract the sort of attention J.J.‭ ‬wished to avoid,‭ ‬so he watched and waited.‭ ‬He discreetly followed them to the Strip and when they went into the Association bar he went back to Hunter‭'‬s house.‭ ‬He could tell that the place had cameras and‭ ‬alarms‭;‬ he was not going to be able to sneak in.‭ ‬More waiting.

When Hunter and Elaine came back,‭ ‬J.J.‭ ‬had taken lots of pictures.‭ ‬Elaine looked so sweet and innocent in the shorts and blouse,‭ ‬he took a few extra close-ups of her lovely legs.‭ ‬J.J.‭ ‬spent the next hour or two thinking of all he had done to her and all he wanted to do to her.‭ ‬He somehow managed to miss the large van that was also parked across from Hunter‭'‬s.‭ ‬That sort of van just naturally blended into the scenery of Vegas and J.J.‭ ‬was too‭ ‬distracted.

Hunter had left and J.J.‭ ‬was going to make his move,‭ ‬but the van was there first.‭ ‬He didn‭'‬t think too much of the man going in with a big suitcase and coming back out a few minutes later with the same case.‭ ‬He did snap lots of pictures,‭ ‬though.‭ ‬This was Hunter‭'‬s house,‭ ‬the man traded in all sorts of things‭; ‬anything could be in his suitcase.‭ ‬It was only when Hunter got back did J.J.‭ ‬realize that Elaine was gone.‭ ‬J.J.‭ ‬cursed himself for the missed opportunity.‭ ‬It was only then that he checked his phone and saw the message from Amanda.‭ ‬He had missed her‭ ‬once‭;‬ he wasn‭'‬t going to miss her again.

Later,‭ ‬he was back at his trailer looking through the pictures and trying to figure out what to do next when he got the message from Anna.‭ ‬He smiled.‭ ‬A chance to fight with Anna again and to get Elaine‭? ‬Of course he was in.‭ ‬Maybe he‭'‬d get to kill Anna while he was at it.‭ ‬At the very least,‭ ‬he‭'‬d have Elaine in his power again.

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Elaine was crying.‭ ‬She had not wanted to,‭ ‬she had wanted to keep her composure and her dignity,‭ ‬but she was failing miserably.‭ ‬She supposed she had good reason to cry.‭ ‬She was being led by a leash off the houseboat and up the ramp to the buildings above and whatever awaited her there.‭ ‬She had no idea who held her leash except that he had made it perfectly clear that he would do whatever it took to ensure her compliance.‭ ‬She had no idea what was in the buildings above except that someone,‭ ‬maybe lots of someones,‭ ‬would be using her for their pleasure.

She held back a sob,‭ ‬a little victory,‭ ‬but tears flowed freely down her cheeks.‭ ‬It was not just the uncertainty,‭ ‬or the certainty that she would be fucked hard and often,‭ ‬it was fatigue.‭ ‬She was cold,‭ ‬tired,‭ ‬sore and hungry.‭ ‬The night before last her owner,‭ ‬Roy,‭ ‬had had her up all night and used her hard.‭ ‬She smiled briefly thinking about that but fell quickly into despair when she thought that she might never see Roy again.‭ ‬After that,‭ ‬she had slept for a few hours then Hunter had taken her away to his house for‭ ‬more sex.‭ ‬Then she had been stolen by Syd and had spent the last night‭ ‬being tied up and raped.‭ ‬She had been fucked a lot and slept‭ ‬very‭ ‬little and it was‭ ‬all‭ ‬catching up with her.‭ 

Elaine tried not to look at the guards or anyone else.‭ ‬She knew what she looked like.‭ ‬She was naked except for a collar and cuffs on her wrists and ankles.‭ ‬Dried and drying semen from Syd‭'‬s all night use of her was on her legs and ass.‭ ‬There were welts from Hunter‭'‬s riding crop and Syd‭'‬s belt on her back,‭ ‬ass and legs.‭ ‬There was no doubt what had been done to her and the leash and collar were an open invitation for others to do the same.

Elaine noted that it was a beautiful morning.‭ ‬The sun was just up and the light clear on the desert.‭ ‬Sprinklers turned on and began watering the grass of the compound.‭ ‬The cottonwoods and olive trees still had their leaves and the shadows were crisp and clear.‭ ‬But it was the desert,‭ ‬it was October and Elaine was naked,‭ ‬so‭ ‬it was chilly out.‭ ‬She could feel the goosebumps on her fair skin and knew her nipples were rock hard.‭ ‬Elaine was led across the‭ ‬courtyard‭;‬ a few other people were stirring and gave her curious glances.‭ ‬Finally she was led into a two story stucco‭ ‬building at the edge of the grounds.‭ ‬Her leader carded in one door,‭ ‬then entered in a combination on a keypad.‭ ‬The door,‭ ‬a very solid door,‭ ‬opened with a clank and Elaine was led inside.

It was warmer inside and Elaine felt a little better,‭ ‬but not much.‭ ‬She was standing by a‭ ‬counter‭;‬ it reminded her of a registration desk at a hotel.‭ ‬The lobby was small,‭ ‬a couple of chairs,‭ ‬the counter and another stout door.‭ ‬There was no one at the counter,‭ ‬but the man who led her reached over the counter and grabbed a key.‭ ‬He keyed in a combination and the door clicked open.‭ ‬He gave Elaine‭'‬s leash a tug and led her through the door,‭ ‬deeper into the building.‭ ‬Elaine saw a cozy looking living room to her right,‭ ‬but she was pulled to the left and down another hallway.‭ ‬At the end there was another door.‭ ‬The man used the key he had picked up from the desk to open it.

‭"‬In here,‭"‬ he said to her.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine stepped into the room.

She was pleasantly surprised.‭ ‬The room had a small door off one side and a curtained window off another.‭ ‬There was a bed against the wall,‭ ‬a chair and a small table.‭ ‬Elaine‭'‬s eyes quickly went to the table.‭ ‬There was a covered plate on it and Elaine could smell bacon.‭ ‬Her stomach rumbled.

The man took off the leash and removed the cuffs from her wrists and ankles,‭ ‬leaving her wearing only her collar.‭ ‬She flashed him a teary look of gratitude.

The man opened the small door off the side of the room and revealed a small bathroom.‭ ‬Except for the window,‭ ‬Elaine was reminded strongly of the basement room in Sam‭'‬s house.‭ ‬She shuddered a little thinking of what had happened in that room.

‭"‬Eat,‭ ‬get cleaned up and sleep,‭"‬ he ordered her.‭ "‬Someone will be here for you later.‭"

"Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine said,‭ "‬thank you,‭ ‬sir.‭"

He left and locked the door behind him.‭ ‬Elaine parted the curtains to look out the window.‭ ‬It was barred,‭ ‬of course,‭ ‬and offered a limited view of the lake.‭ ‬She could see the far shore and wondered where the van was.‭ ‬The window was secure,‭ ‬she assumed the door was secure and if that was not then the other doors after it were.

Time to take care of herself.‭ ‬Elaine attacked the plate of food ravenously.‭ ‬There was bacon,‭ ‬scrambled eggs,‭ ‬fruit and sourdough toast.‭ ‬It did not take her long to eat every last bite of food.‭ ‬She was tempted to just fall asleep,‭ ‬but she had been ordered to clean up.‭ ‬She took a quick‭ ‬shower‭;‬ just enough to get clean then collapsed onto the bed and was asleep within minutes.

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‭"‬J.J.,‭ ‬meet Doug,‭"‬ Anna introduced the two of them.‭ "‬Doug,‭ ‬this is J.J.‭"

The three of them were in a chain motel off the interstate on the fringes of Las Vegas.‭ ‬It was a quick and easy place to get to without all the hassle of going through a casino.‭ ‬J.J.‭ ‬had offered his place,‭ ‬but Anna had refused to go anywhere near that sty.‭ ‬She suggested he clean it up with a flamethrower.

‭"‬You're the cop,‭ ‬right‭?" ‬Doug asked as he shook the shorter man's hand.

J.J.‭ ‬smiled.‭ "‬Well,‭ ‬I'm paid to be a cop.‭ ‬You're the breaking and entering man‭?"

"I've done some work in that line,‭" ‬Doug answered modestly.

J.J.‭ ‬turned to Anna.‭ "‬She's not at Roy's or Hunter‭'‬s.‭ ‬Why do we need a b and e guy‭?"

Doug stiffened,‭ ‬but Anna calmed him with a hand on his arm.‭ ‬Same old J.J.,‭ ‬she thought and was relieved.‭ ‬This would make this all the more fun.‭ "‬Doug is one of the best at getting into places and getting back out again with what he was after.‭ ‬He always keeps what he was after,‭ ‬too.‭" ‬Anna knew about J.J.‭ ‬losing Elaine and could not resist the dig.

J.J.‭ ‬laughed.‭ "‬Nice one,‭ ‬Anna.‭"‬ He was going to enjoy the game,‭ ‬too.‭ "‬Fine.‭"

"If our little slave is not with Roy or Hunter,‭ ‬then where is she‭?"‬ Anna asked.

‭"‬Someone took her away in a suitcase,‭"‬ J.J.‭ ‬said and opened his laptop.‭ ‬He opened the file with the pictures and found the ones of Syd going in and out.‭ "‬Know him‭?"

Doug looked at the pictures and shook his head.‭ ‬Mentally,‭ ‬he was sizing up both J.J.‭ ‬and Syd.‭ ‬Doug knew enough about J.J.‭ ‬and others like him to be wary of the man.‭ ‬J.J.‭ ‬had the classic short guy complex,‭ ‬was sensitive to every slight and violent in response.‭ ‬There was not much‭ ‬self-control to him.‭ ‬Doug had no doubt he could take him,‭ ‬he‭'‬d had Green Beret‭ ‬training while in the army,‭ ‬but he did not want to fight with a member of his own team if he did not have to.‭ ‬Syd did not seem like much of a threat,‭ ‬at least from the few pictures he could see.

‭"‬I do,‭"‬ Anna said.‭ "‬His name‭'‬s Syd and he works for Bill.‭"

"The dealer‭?"‬ J.J.‭ ‬asked.

‭"‬That‭'‬s right,‭"‬ Anna answered.

J.J.‭ ‬took out a cigarette,‭ ‬offered one to Doug then lit both of them.‭ "‬Well,‭ ‬Doug,‭ ‬it looks we are going to need you after all.‭ ‬We need to steal a slave out from‭ ‬one of the biggest dealers in the West.‭"

"What‭'‬s the scene‭?"‬ Doug asked.

‭"‬He‭'‬s probably got her,‭ ‬or is taking her to his compound on the Arizona side of Lake Mead.‭ ‬Guards,‭ ‬lots of locks and security points,‭"‬ J.J.‭ ‬said.‭ ‬He began opening other files.‭ ‬He had staked out Bill‭'‬s compound for‭ ‬a while a year or two again,‭ ‬ostensibly to monitor him for any illegal arms or drug sales,‭ ‬but really to look for a way to blackmail Bill and maybe get a slave out of the deal.‭ ‬It had not gone anywhere.‭ "‬It‭'‬s set up to keep people in,‭ ‬not out.‭"

"Let me see what you‭'‬ve got,‭"‬ Doug said,‭ ‬all business.

J.J.‭ ‬passed the laptop over and Doug pored over his files.

‭"‬Miss me‭?"‬ J.J.‭ ‬taunted Anna.

‭"‬Hardly,‭"‬ Anna snorted.‭ "‬You had your purposes,‭ ‬but nothing I need at the moment.‭"

"I saw you got your guy in Chicago,‭"‬ J.J.‭ ‬said.‭ "‬Congratulations.‭ ‬Did he put up much of a fight‭?"

"That,‭"‬ Anna sneered,‭ "‬is none of your business.‭ ‬Do you want to join him‭?"

"Death threats already‭?"‬ J.J.‭ ‬laughed.‭ "‬I thought we agreed to be civil‭?"

"I agreed to no such thing,‭"‬ Anna smiled‭ ‬now.‭ ‬She did enjoy these games.

Love this!

‭"‬If the two of you can kindly shut the fuck up I can concentrate a little better.‭ ‬Better yet,‭ ‬fuck off and go get a drink until I can study all of this,‭"‬ Doug said without looking up.

J.J.‭ ‬and Anna quietly left and went to the hotel bar.‭ ‬When they came back an hour later,‭ ‬Doug had a plan.

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Elaine was still in a deep sleep when she was slapped awake.‭ ‬It was not a hard slap,‭ ‬a light one to her face but it was enough to wake her up.‭ ‬It took her a minute more to remember where she was and then she was able to focus on the man standing in front of her.‭ ‬It was one of the guards who had led her off the boat this morning.‭ ‬He made no effort to hide that fact that he was looking her naked‭ ‬body up and down and even reached down to play with her breasts while she emerged from her fog.‭ ‬She felt like she should slap his hand away,‭ ‬but she knew it was not her place.‭ ‬She saw the bulge in his pants and wondered what else he had planned for her.

As if he was reading her mind he smiled and unzipped his pants,‭ ‬his hard cock popped out.‭ ‬Elaine looked up at him,‭ ‬sleep still fogging her brain.‭ ‬He smiled and put a hand behind her head.‭ ‬He firmly guided her head to his cock.‭ ‬Elaine wanted to fight,‭ ‬but knew it would do no good.‭ ‬She took a deep breath and opened her mouth.‭ ‬He pushed into her mouth,‭ ‬and Elaine,‭ ‬like the good slave she was,‭ ‬sucked his cock.‭ ‬He let her do the work,‭ ‬just guiding her with his hand on her head.‭ ‬He was not that big so Elaine had‭ ‬no trouble getting him into her throat.‭ ‬She did not know what was in store for her,‭ ‬but she did know giving head and lost herself for a few minutes in pleasuring this man.‭ ‬He moaned and came in her‭ ‬mouth‭;‬ Elaine swallowed,‭ ‬and licked his shaft clean.

He patted her on the head and zipped his pants back up.‭ "‬Get up,‭"‬ he told her.‭ "‬Eat,‭"‬ he pointed to a tray on the table.‭ "‬I‭'‬ll be back in fifteen minutes.‭"

There was a sandwich and salad on the tray and Elaine ate with gusto.‭ ‬She finished quickly and was just starting to do some stretching when the door to her room opened.‭ ‬The same guard was there with a shit eating grin on his face.

‭"‬Don‭'‬t stop,‭"‬ he said to her as he watched her stretch wearing only her collar.

Elaine blushed but continued.‭ ‬Spending most of the last two days tied up had left her with lots of knots and kinks in her muscles.‭ ‬She knew she was on display,‭ ‬that this man had already made her suck his cock,‭ ‬but anything else was going to happen anyway so she might as well at least feel better.‭ ‬He let her stretch for about another ten minutes then checked his watch.

‭"‬That‭'‬s enough,‭"‬ he told her.‭ "‬Stand up and turn around.‭ ‬Face the wall,‭ ‬Put your hands behind your back.‭"

"Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine did as she was told.

He put a pair of cuffs on her hands,‭ ‬took another moment to rub her ass then hooked a leash to her collar.

‭"‬Let‭'‬s go,‭"‬ he said and led her out.

Elaine felt better after her rest and shower.‭ ‬She was not sure what was going to happen next,‭ ‬but she was rested,‭ ‬clean and fed.‭ ‬She had the strength and confidence to deal with anything.‭ ‬At least she hoped she did.‭ ‬She was led from her room and back out the way she had come in.‭ ‬It was afternoon by now and the sun was pleasantly warm on her bare body.‭ ‬She would have liked to have spent some time outside,‭ ‬but was quickly hustled into another building.‭ ‬This one seemed like the main building of the compound,‭ ‬it was a sprawling,‭ ‬two story ranch house.‭ ‬Pines,‭ ‬olive trees and cottonwoods shaded the house and provided a nice‭ ‬yard.‭ ‬Tables and a ramada offered a pleasant retreat.‭ ‬A few people,‭ ‬mostly men,‭ ‬but at least one other woman on a leash,‭ ‬relaxed in the yard.

Elaine was led in a side door and down another short hallway to an office.‭ ‬Another office,‭ ‬she thought wryly,‭ ‬just like Roy and Mark and‭ 

I don't remember who this is.Monon.‭ ‬She supposed that it did indicate some kind of order and that was reassuring.‭ ‬The guard knocked on the door then entered.

Elaine was a little surprised to see Bill sitting behind the desk.‭ ‬It had only been yesterday‭ ‬that Hunter had let Bill use her at the bar.‭ ‬Elaine quickly looked around for Pixie,‭ ‬but the slave was not there.‭ ‬Bill looked the same.‭ ‬He was around average height with a build that hinted of the thickening of middle age.‭ ‬Elaine knew he was strong,‭ ‬despite the spare tire around his waist.‭ ‬He was handsome,‭ ‬with a neatly trimmed full salt‭ ‬and pepper beard and perfectly styled black hair.‭ ‬For the first time,‭ ‬Elaine noted the black onyx pinkie ring on his left hand.‭ ‬Men with pinkie rings always made Elaine‭ ‬wary‭;‬ she just did not think many respectable men had them.‭ ‬Staring at him,‭ ‬she could not help but think that not long ago she had been on her knees in front of him with his cock in her mouth.

‭"‬Hello,‭ ‬Elaine,‭"‬ he said to her warmly,‭ "‬Lovely to see you again.‭"‬ 

Bill quickly appraised Elaine.‭ ‬She stood about‭ ‬5‭'‬2‭" ‬tall with a slim build‭; ‬a flat stomach,‭ ‬small,‭ ‬firm breasts and long,‭ ‬slender legs.‭ ‬She had dark blonde hair that fell straight down to the middle of her back and a pretty face with full cheeks.‭ ‬Elaine had big,‭ ‬stunningly beautiful blue eyes and a shy smile.‭ ‬She had finely sculpted shoulders and neck.‭ ‬Her complexion was fair,‭ ‬pale but with a little color,‭ ‬a light all over tan.‭ ‬He knew she had a wonderful ass,‭ ‬curvy but firm.‭ ‬She was thirty,‭ ‬a little older than Bill usually liked new slaves,‭ ‬but she was just coming into the peak‭ ‬of her beauty and was old enough to really‭ ‬appreciate her situation.‭ ‬He‭ ‬smiled‭;‬ she was an excellent piece of merchandise.

Bill nodded to the guard and the guard grabbed Elaine‭'‬s shoulders.

Bill took a wicked looking pair of clippers out‭ ‬of his desk drawer.‭ ‬Elaine had once seen her father use a pair like that to cut sheet metal.‭ ‬He walked over to Elaine and put the clippers to her neck.‭ ‬Elaine froze,‭ ‬scared.‭ ‬Bill opened the clippers and slipped one side between her neck and her collar then closed it.‭ ‬The collar,‭ ‬Roy‭'‬s collar,‭ ‬fell to the floor.‭ ‬He set the clippers down and opened a box.‭ ‬Inside was another collar.‭ ‬This was one was more functional looking than she was used to.‭ ‬It was black nylon webbing with a soft lining on the inside.‭ ‬There was the obligatory loop for the leash and a small,‭ ‬strong looking lock on it.‭ ‬Next to the lock was a small box,‭ ‬about the size of a cigarette lighter.‭ ‬Elaine could see wires woven into the nylon,‭ ‬to make the collar stronger,‭ ‬she hoped.




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Bill locked it on‭ ‬Elaine‭'‬s neck and nodded to the guard again.‭ ‬He let go of Elaine and left the room.‭ ‬Elaine was alone with Bill now,‭ ‬something had just happened,‭ ‬but she was not sure what.

‭"‬Kneel,‭"‬ Bill said and pointed to a rug on the floor.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine‭ ‬answered and dutifully knelt before him.

Bill studied her silently for a moment.

‭"‬You are now wearing your new collar,‭"‬ he explained to her.‭ "‬It is functional and is what you will be wearing while in the compound or traveling with someone from here.‭ ‬When you have proven your trustworthiness,‭ ‬we will give you another or when we want you to look more appealing.‭ ‬As I said,‭ ‬it is functional rather than attractive,‭ ‬but it does have some special features on it.‭"‬ He took a small controller from his pocket.‭ "‬Allow me to demonstrate.‭ ‬If I push this green button,‭ ‬like this,‭"‬ he pushed the button and a short,‭ ‬sharp shock hit Elaine from the collar,‭ "‬it is to get your attention.‭ ‬This next button,‭ ‬the yellow one,‭ ‬hurts,‭"‬ he pushed it and Elaine gave a yell as pain coursed through her body.‭ "‬The longer I push it,‭"‬ he said and held down the button.‭ ‬The pain grew worse,‭ "‬the stronger the pain becomes.‭"‬ He let go and Elaine fell to her bottom on the floor.‭ "‬This last one,‭"‬ he pointed to the red one,‭ "‬incapacitates you.‭ ‬Think of it as a wearable taser.‭"‬ He pushed it and suddenly everything went black for Elaine,‭ ‬she lost all control of her arms and legs and fell to the floor twitching.

Bill waited a minute for Elaine to regain her senses.‭ "‬I hope I won‭'‬t have to use any but‭ ‬the green button.‭ ‬The collar also tracks your movement.‭ ‬If you come within‭ ‬20‭ ‬feet of the perimeter you will be given a green shock.‭ ‬If you get to the perimeter,‭ ‬you get yellow.‭ ‬If you cross the line,‭ ‬red.‭"

"Kneel,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ Bill said.‭ ‬Elaine struggled back to her knees and obediently knelt.‭ "‬I‭'‬m sure you are finding this all confusing and while slaves are not owed any explanation,‭ ‬some understanding of what is going on will make your transition easier.‭"

"Thank you,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine answered,‭ ‬more out of duty than any actual feeling of gratitude.‭ ‬Her hands and feet still tingled.

‭"‬You are no longer the slave of Roy Barnhardt,‭"‬ Bill explained.‭ "‬One can argue that while your enslavement was legitimate,‭ ‬your enslavement by Roy was not.‭ ‬In fact,‭ ‬that is precisely what your friend Amanda has been arguing and the Association has agreed with her.‭"

"Sir‭?"‬ Elaine asked.‭ "‬Am I your slave now‭?"

"As much as you are anyone‭'‬s slave,‭"‬ Bill continued.‭ "‬Roy acquired you by breaking into Amanda‭'‬s e-mail,‭ ‬finding all her data on you and using this to swipe you out from under her.‭ ‬Normally,‭ ‬this sort of thing is frowned upon and warrants some minor punishment.‭ ‬Think of it as misdemeanor crimes.‭ ‬There would be a fine,‭ ‬maybe some access rights for the wronged party.‭ ‬What makes this‭ ‬different is Amanda is involved,‭"‬ Bill took a drink of water then continued.‭ "‬Amanda has an unusual but not unique talent.‭ ‬Somehow,‭ ‬and we are not quite sure how,‭ ‬she can sniff out potential slaves,‭ ‬submissive women with the right mindset to be owned.‭ ‬Women like yourself.‭ ‬The Association is always on the lookout for ways to increase the slave supply.‭ ‬They have recognized the talent that Amanda and people like her possess and have sought to encourage it.‭"

Elaine nodded and followed along.‭ ‬A lot of what he was saying reminded her of the debates on C-SPAN,‭ ‬tax policy and the like.‭ ‬Except that this directly concerned her.

‭"‬They implemented a series of rules to make it easier for Ropers,‭ ‬that‭'‬s what people with Amanda‭'‬s talent are called,‭ ‬to find and sell slaves.‭ ‬The idea being if you make it easier for the Ropers to find and sell slaves,‭ ‬and easier to make a better profit,‭ ‬they are encouraged to find more slaves.‭ ‬What they worried about was that people would just follow the Ropers around,‭ ‬see who they were after then swoop in and poach the slaves.‭"

"Just like Roy did,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine said.‭ ‬She flinched after speaking,‭ ‬worried that she had spoken out of turn.‭ ‬To her mild surprise,‭ ‬Bill actually seemed please that she had grasped that concept.

‭"‬Yes,‭"‬ he continued,‭ ‬"Amanda filed a rsi1001‭ ‬form,‭ ‬the Association loves their forms,‭ ‬on you the day before she was supposed to meet you.‭ ‬Normally,‭ ‬she would have done this months ago when she first identified you,‭ ‬but for some reason she did not.‭ ‬This means that no one else‭ ‬can claim you as a slave without either paying Amanda an agreed upon fee or giving Amanda the right to you first,‭ ‬the good old‭ ‬'right of first refusal‭'‬.‭ ‬Roy‭'‬s paperwork claiming you got in first so he thought that there was no problem.‭ ‬After what happened‭ ‬with Mark and Sam,‭ ‬we all thought he was in the clear with Amanda and the Association.‭"

"So what happened,‭ ‬sir‭?"‬ Elaine asked.

‭"‬Shortly after things were concluded with Mark‭; ‬Amanda,‭ ‬with the help of a rather clever and intense Association lawyer‭; ‬filed a claim against you.‭ ‬She cited the rsi1001‭ ‬as the basis for her claim and Roy‭'‬s actions in hacking your e-mail and poaching you.‭ ‬She hasn‭'‬t said why she is making the claim,‭ ‬nor did she respond to any efforts to negotiate this.‭ ‬All she wanted is the rights to you.‭"

Elaine remembered how Amanda had wanted Elaine to run away with her and how Elaine had refused her and stolen away in the night.‭ ‬Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,‭ ‬as the old saying went.

‭"‬Amanda brought all of this to a head and sent her lawyer to Las Vegas last night with a panel of Association executives,‭ ‬specifically the Association Judicial Panel for District‭ ‬7.‭ ‬She was not here,‭ ‬but they were.‭ ‬Based on the evidence,‭ ‬they sided with Amanda.‭"

"I am her slave now,‭ ‬sir‭?"‬ Elaine asked.‭ ‬There were worse things that could‭ ‬happen‭;‬ Elaine might even be happy serving Amanda.

‭"‬That would be the usual protocol,‭ ‬but,‭ ‬no.‭ ‬Amanda has declared you to be an open slave.‭ ‬It‭'‬s a rather mean and spiteful thing to do.‭ ‬It means she gets no profit from you.‭ ‬What an‭ ‬'open slave‭'‬ is is a slave without an owner.‭ ‬The first person who can catch you and register you in‭ 

‭Nevermind... now I remember. ‬Monon‭ ‬becomes your owner.‭ ‬Until then,‭ ‬there is no one to protect you,‭ ‬no one to look out for your interests until you get a new owner,‭ ‬no one to say‭ ‬'no‭'‬ for you.‭"

"I have to obey them until they become my owner‭? ‬Anyone who takes me and does whatever they want‭?"‬ Elaine asked,‭ ‬and then hastily added‭ "‬sir‭"‬.

‭"‬Understand,‭ ‬you are never under any obligation to obey.‭ ‬The Association will not punish you for disobedience.‭ ‬It is up to‭ ‬whoever has you to make you obey.‭"‬ He held up the controller as an example.‭ "‬A good and well trained slave knows and embraces her place and needs only a reminder now and then,‭"‬ Bill said.‭ "‬Some of the more spirited ones need more correction.‭ ‬If,‭ ‬when,‭ ‬someone gets you,‭ ‬you don‭'‬t have to obey,‭ ‬but they can do what is necessary to make you.‭ ‬Keep in mind,‭ ‬Elaine,‭ ‬that most members of the Association are well versed in making slaves obey.‭"

Elaine sat in shocked silence as all this set in.‭ ‬She was still going to be a slave,‭ ‬she thought that she was okay with that‭ ‬part‭;‬ she had embraced her life as property.‭ ‬But Roy was not going to be her owner anymore and that scared her and saddened her.‭ ‬She knew‭ ‬Roy‭;‬ she knew he would always make sure she was safe.‭ ‬He was her Master,‭ ‬her Owner,‭ ‬her lover.‭ ‬Well,‭ ‬she loved him,‭ ‬he never said anything.‭ ‬What would a new owner be like‭? ‬What would he‭ (‬or she‭) ‬do to Elaine or make Elaine do‭? ‬It scared her and aroused her,‭ ‬too‭; ‬Elaine was used to that mix of feelings.

‭"‬Are you going to be my owner now,‭ ‬sir‭?"‬ Elaine asked,‭ ‬wondering if she should address him as Master.

‭"‬That is the plan,‭"‬ Bill said.‭ "‬I do have possession of you,‭ ‬but I will not keep you.‭ ‬You see,‭ ‬Elaine,‭ ‬I am a slave dealer.‭ ‬This whole lovely spread,‭"‬ he motioned expansively,‭ "‬exists solely for the purpose of buying and selling slaves,‭ ‬like you.‭ ‬In a day or two,‭ ‬after I get some details worked out,‭ ‬I‭'‬ll have Syd take you to Monon to get you registered and then you will officially become my slave.‭ ‬After that I‭ ‬will put you on the market and see what price I can get for you.‭ ‬I have already had a few inquiries.‭ ‬While I am not your current owner,‭ ‬I expect you to obey me and everyone else here.‭ ‬Otherwise,‭ ‬steps will have to be taken.‭ ‬Do we understand each other,‭ ‬slave‭?"‬ Bill asked as he stood above her,‭ ‬he waved the controller at her.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine said softly and nodded.

‭"‬Good,‭"‬ Bill said.‭ "‬While you are here,‭ ‬what you have to do is simple.‭ ‬All you have to do is do what you are told.‭ ‬I have other interests and other projects I am working on,‭ ‬so you will not see a lot of me after this.‭ ‬I am not saying your time here will be easy,‭ ‬but it will‭ ‬be‭ ‬easier if you are a good slave.‭"

"Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine answered and wondered yet again where all of this would lead.

‭"‬Good,‭"‬ Bill said.‭ "‬Now,‭ ‬stand up and bend over my desk.‭"

Elaine took a deep breath,‭ ‬she knew this would happen.‭ ‬She just felt that anyone who saw her was going to fuck her and since she was firmly under Bill‭'‬s power he definitely would.‭ "‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ she said and slowly rose to her feet.

Bill was a little indulgent of her slow pace.‭ ‬He knew that right now she still had pins and needles in her hands and feet from the collar.‭ ‬He had tried the collars out on himself a few years ago when they started using them just to be sure they had the right effect,‭ ‬so he knew what she was feeling.‭ ‬He watched as she stood,‭ ‬took a couple of steps to his desk and bent over at the waist for him.‭ ‬Bill was not obsessed with Elaine like so many other men seemed to be,‭ ‬but‭ ‬he did understand the appeal of her.‭ ‬She had a quiet innocence and a beauty that complimented it perfectly.‭ ‬Personally,‭ ‬he preferred bigger boobs,‭ ‬more curves and a brassy personality,‭ ‬like Pixie.‭ ‬But he knew,‭ ‬packaged correctly and offered to the right buyer,‭ ‬he could make a tidy profit on this woman.

Bill stepped in behind her,‭ ‬his professional eye evaluating her.‭ ‬He had made a quick appraisal of her when they were at the Association bar,‭ ‬but now,‭ ‬in his office at his leisure,‭ ‬he could be a little more thorough.‭ ‬He would have to get lots of pictures taken for records and catalogs,‭ ‬a complete medical evaluation and maybe a psych profile.‭ ‬He thought it might take a month after he registered her in Monon before he could put her on the market.‭ ‬That month would certainly make Pixie happy.‭ 

The welts on Elaine‭'‬s back were the question at the moment.‭ ‬Was it better to market her with fresh whip marks,‭ ‬or as a blank piece of canvas‭? ‬Well,‭ ‬he would have to find out.‭ ‬He made a notation in her file that she was not to be whipped until these welts had‭ ‬healed‭;‬ it took only a few seconds to add whip marks but days and weeks for them to heal.‭ ‬She definitely had to be marketed in bondage,‭ ‬cuffs and collar made her even more appealing.‭ 

Bill took a camera off the shelf and took a few pictures of Elaine bent over the desk‭; ‬,ore data for her file.‭ ‬He could see her breathing heavily and that her pussy was already getting wet.‭ ‬That was what he had heard about Elaine:‭ ‬that she was amazingly responsive and came easily when forced.

‭"‬Slave‭?"‬ Bill asked her.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬sir‭?"‬ Elaine answered.

‭"‬Do you like being fucked more when you are tied up or not‭?"‬ he asked her.

Elaine sucked in a quick breath.‭ ‬No one had asked her that directly before,‭ ‬but she knew the answer.‭ "‬Tied up,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ she said softly.

‭"‬Why is that‭?"‬ Bill asked and set the camera back down.

‭"‬It makes me feel more helpless,‭ ‬more in the man‭'‬s power,‭ ‬sir‭"‬ Elaine answered.‭ ‬He had not even touched her yet,‭ ‬but she knew he would and she wanted him inside her.

‭"‬Or woman‭'‬s‭?"‬ Bill asked.

‭"‬Or woman‭'‬s,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine answered.

Elaine jumped when Bill slipped his hand between her thighs and brushed her wet pussy.‭ ‬Bill put his left hand on the small of her back to hold her down while the right explored her wetness.‭ ‬Bill knew how to manipulate a woman‭'‬s body and he was more interested in how she responded to him than what her pussy felt like.‭ ‬She was dripping and her color turned redder as he slowly brought her closer and closer to climax with his hand.‭ ‬She shuddered and tried to rise,‭ ‬but he held her down.‭ ‬Just as a reminder,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬he slapped her ass with his left hand.

‭"‬Stay still,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ he reprimanded her.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine moaned.‭ ‬She bit her lip and tried to focus only on the pleasure he was bringing her.

Bill brought her right to the edge of an orgasm and held her there.‭ ‬It was‭ ‬difficult‭;‬ he had encountered few slaves who climaxed as easily as Elaine seemed to.‭ ‬He watched the clock on the wall and held her on the cusp of her climax for a full five minutes.‭ ‬Every muscle in her delicious body strained,‭ ‬she clamped down on his fingers and tried to push against him to get that last little bit of stimulus that would bring her relief,‭ ‬but Bill was one step ahead of her.

‭"‬Please,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine started to beg.

Bill slapped her ass again.‭ "‬No talking,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ he commanded.

Bill was half tempted just to leave her like this,‭ ‬unsatisfied,‭ ‬but he wanted to experience her more fully.‭ ‬Elaine moaned in disappointment as Bill took his hands off of and out of her.‭ ‬Bill‭ ‬took down his pants behind her and guided his hard cock to her wet entrance.‭ ‬Elaine moaned happily as he forced his way inside her,‭ ‬filling her hot cunt.

Bill thought she was a nice fuck as he started to slide in and out of her,‭ ‬a beautiful,‭ ‬tight vagina that clung to him as he took her.‭ ‬He slapped her ass again,‭ ‬first one side then the other and began to fuck her roughly.‭ ‬Just as he thought,‭ ‬she came instantly.‭ ‬Bill took his time with her,‭ ‬slowing his pace,‭ ‬playing her body,‭ ‬watching her reactions.‭ ‬She would make someone a very nice slave.‭ ‬He made a mental note for a few men who might enjoy owning her,‭ ‬better for private screenings than an auction for this one.

Bill pulled out of her pussy,‭ ‬his cock wet and slick from her.‭ ‬He paused only briefly,‭ ‬then‭ ‬pushed his shaft into her ass.‭ ‬Elaine yelped as he forced into her battered ring of muscle and tried to rise up,‭ ‬but Bill spanked her again and again until she put her chest back down on the desk in submission.

A lovely little ass,‭ ‬Bill thought as he pleasured himself there.‭ ‬It would add at least‭ ‬15%‭ ‬to her price.‭ ‬He reached under and began rubbing her clit as he fucked her ass.‭ ‬Elaine jumped,‭ ‬then,‭ ‬as Bill expected,‭ ‬reached another orgasm.‭ ‬Bill rammed hard into while she came and soon he finished,‭ ‬too and shot a load of cum into her bowels.

Elaine realized he was done when he pulled out of her and she felt the semen drip from her ass.‭ ‬She‭ ‬shuddered‭;‬ it had been very intense and very pleasurable to be used by this man.‭ ‬He was definitely‭ ‬an expert on women.‭ ‬If her new owner could do these things to her,‭ ‬it might not be so bad.‭ ‬At the same time,‭ ‬she did not feel any particular attraction or fondness from him.‭ ‬To Bill,‭ ‬she was nothing special,‭ ‬just another slave.‭ ‬She wanted to be desired by‭ ‬her owner,‭ ‬desired for her and her own uniqueness,‭ ‬not just another generic woman with three holes to fill.‭ ‬She wanted more than just the physical pleasure.

Bill wiped himself up then made a quick wipe of Elaine‭'‬s pussy and ass.‭ ‬He did not want her dripping on the carpets.‭ ‬He pulled his pants back up.‭ ‬He had enough information to make a decent appraisal of her.

‭"‬Get up,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ he told Elaine.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine stood up and faced the man who had just ravished her.‭ ‬He did not look at her but pushed an intercom button and summoned the guard.‭ "‬Thank you for fucking me,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ she added.

‭"‬Take this one back to room C2‭ ‬and leave her there,‭"‬ he told the guard.

The guard had Elaine walk in front of him the whole way back,‭ ‬she knew he was staring at her reddened ass and probably waiting for a chance to use it.‭ ‬When they went into the building where Elaine‭'‬s room was,‭ ‬another guard,‭ ‬one of the ones from the morning,‭ ‬was at the desk.‭ ‬He handed a key to Elaine‭'‬s escort and leered at Elaine as she was led through the door.‭ 

A few women were in the living room now.‭ ‬Elaine saw that they all were wearing collars like hers.‭ ‬She was shocked to see one woman on her knees performing oral sex on another woman in the back corner.‭ ‬The woman on her knees had her hands tied behind her back and fresh looking welts on her skin while the other woman held a small whip.‭ ‬Elaine realized she was staring,‭ ‬imagining herself on her knees in place of the tied woman.

Elaine was confused and out of sorts as she was pulled down the hallway.‭ ‬Would she be forced to do those things until she was sold‭? ‬And why did she find the idea so arousing‭? ‬Because she liked to be dominated by women,‭ ‬was the answer and she knew it.

Elaine was taken back to the same room.‭ ‬Her guard unlocked the door.‭ ‬She wondered if he was going to follow her in for another blow job or something more.‭ ‬He grabbed her breasts,‭ ‬pinching and pulling her nipples for a moment,‭ ‬then opened the door.‭ ‬He pushed her in then closed the door behind her.‭ ‬Elaine was glad he had left her alone,‭ ‬but knew she had not seen the last of him.‭ ‬She also realized he had left her‭ ‬cuffed‭;‬ there was not much she could do until they were off.‭ ‬But she could sleep.‭ ‬She just wanted to lie down,‭ ‬curl up,‭ ‬cry for a little while then sleep and hope she felt better when she awoke.

Elaine crawled into bed and adjusted the covers as well as she could with her hands still cuffed.‭ ‬She was a little hungry,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬but she would eat when they fed her.‭ ‬She curled up under the blankets,‭ ‬aware that at any time someone could come for her,‭ ‬come and fuck her.‭ ‬Was this what it meant to be a slave‭? ‬A slave,‭ ‬not Roy‭'‬s Slave‭?

Elaine thought back about what Bill had done to her.‭ ‬She had always taken it for granted,‭ ‬or at least since Roy,‭ ‬that she would be wanted.‭ ‬She had been hunted and taken by Roy and since him every man and woman had wanted her to the point of stealing and raping her.‭ ‬Even‭ ‬with Syd,‭ ‬she felt that she was more than just a hole to fuck.‭ ‬The only one who had made her feel like she was just a toy was Bill.‭ ‬The sex itself had been fine,‭ ‬but Elaine tried to imagine being owned by a man who had no strong desire or obsession for her.‭ ‬It seemed like an empty feeling and one that would make her time as a slave wasted.

She missed Roy and the security of being his slave.‭ ‬Tears rolled down her cheeks as she fell asleep.

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Delrin Ringe looked at the picture of the slave again.‭ ‬What was her name‭? ‬He checked the file.‭ ‬Elaine.‭ ‬A lovely name for a lovely woman.‭ ‬She was a work of art and he was going to destroy her.‭ ‬Normally,‭ ‬Delrin liked to have some plan in place before he started work on a woman,‭ ‬some general script to follow.‭ ‬Certainly,‭ ‬the script was just a start and he invariably improvised and changed things as he went along.‭ ‬It always came down to the woman and how she reacted.‭ ‬He could never tell how one would do until he started,‭ ‬how she would react to the pain.‭ ‬Some he would tell ahead of time that he was going to kill them,‭ ‬just to get the desperation and fatalism in their actions.‭ ‬For others,‭ ‬it would be a surprise.‭ ‬They would think as long as they cooperated they would get out alive.




Stealing Elaine Ch. 03



It all depended on the woman.

This slave,‭ ‬Elaine,‭ ‬was one where he could not really make a plan until he was with her.‭ ‬Certainly the focus would be on those beautiful blue eyes,‭ ‬but what to do to the rest of her‭? ‬Well,‭ ‬that would have to wait until he had her and had a better grasp‭ ‬of who she was as a person.‭ ‬Once he knew her well,‭ ‬he could figure out how to best slowly and painfully kill her.

Karl had assured them that they had a deal in place that would bring the slave here.‭ ‬Delrin trusted him,‭ ‬but was ready to go get her if it fell through.‭ ‬This one would be his masterpiece,‭ ‬he could feel it already.

He put the picture down.‭ ‬He had other chores,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬other people to kill.‭ ‬Roy,‭ ‬Hunter and Sam were all on his to do list.‭ ‬The problem was that it was a big continent and these were not the kind of men who stayed in one place for long.‭ ‬He could spend weeks and months finding them and then,‭ ‬if he was not smart and lucky,‭ ‬still might wind up on the wrong end of things.‭ ‬He needed them where he could get them and where he would have all the advantages.‭ ‬He needed them here,‭ ‬at The Studio.

How to get three,‭ ‬maybe more if they brought help,‭ ‬well armed and wily men to his lair‭? ‬He smiled as he realized he knew the answer.‭ ‬The slave.‭ ‬He would dangle the slave as bait and when they took it,‭ ‬he would kill them all.

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Elaine awoke and realized she was alone.‭ ‬She crawled out of bed and promptly fell on the floor.‭ ‬She had forgotten her hands were still cuffed behind her back and she was now hopelessly tangled in her blankets.‭ ‬She was trying to figure out how to get out of it when the door to her room opened.

To Elaine‭'‬s surprise,‭ ‬Pixie was standing there with a tray.‭ ‬The curvy blonde laughed when she saw the predicament Elaine was in.‭ ‬Pixie had not changed much in the two days since Elaine had seen her at the Association bar,‭ ‬though Elaine‭'‬s world and situation were radically different.‭ ‬Pixie was Bill‭'‬s slave,‭ ‬whether she was his personal slave or just part of the inventory was‭ ‬something Elaine did not quite understand.‭ ‬Pixie was about‭ ‬5‭'‬6‭"‬ with large,‭ ‬firm breasts and a narrow waist.‭ ‬She was curvy with thighs that curved into shapely calves.‭ ‬She had light blue eyes,‭ ‬a perky nose with a scattering of light freckles and short blonde hair in,‭ ‬appropriately enough,‭ ‬a pixie cut.‭ ‬She was in a short,‭ ‬green dress.‭ ‬The overall effect was Tinkerbell without the pony tail.

‭"‬You just can‭'‬t help but getting tied up,‭ ‬can you‭?"‬ the curvy blonde laughed at Elaine.

‭"‬I‭'‬m kind of stuck,‭"‬ Elaine confessed.‭ ‬She was not sure if she should address Pixie with any title,‭ ‬but decided that since they were both slaves she could probably skip it.

‭"‬I might be able to help you,‭"‬ Pixie said.‭ ‬She set the tray down on the table and bent down.‭ "‬If I wanted to.‭ ‬But,‭"‬ Pixie reached down and grabbed the blankets.‭ ‬Elaine thought Pixie was going to untangle her,‭ ‬but instead Pixie looped the sheet around Elaine‭'‬s ankles and tied them together.‭ "‬I don‭'‬t want to yet.‭"

"What are you doing‭?"‬ Elaine asked,‭ ‬even though she already knew the answer.

Pixie reached in the blankets and began rubbing Elaine‭'‬s leg.

‭"‬I kind of like you like this,‭"‬ Pixie said and caressed Elaine‭'‬s silky thigh.‭ "‬See,‭ ‬Elaine,‭ ‬here‭'‬s the deal.‭"‬ She reached up,‭ ‬brushing a blanket aside and began fondling Elaine‭'‬s breasts.‭ "‬We have a hierarchy among the slaves here.‭ ‬I‭'‬m at the top.‭ ‬You are at the very,‭ ‬very bottom.‭ ‬You are the newest of the new girls.‭ ‬You have no friends,‭ ‬Bill hasn‭'‬t put any restrictions on you‭; ‬there is no one to protect you or watch out for you.‭ ‬I decided I want you‭; ‬therefore,‭ ‬you belong to me.‭ ‬The guards and freemen always get first call on you,‭ ‬but when you‭'‬re not with them,‭ ‬you are mine.‭"

Elaine was trying to grasp what Pixie was telling her.‭ ‬She was a slave and a slave to a slave.‭ ‬Everyone here could make her do things.‭ ‬But even as she realized she had another person to serve,‭ ‬she was getting more and more aroused by Pixie‭'‬s touch.

‭"‬Tomorrow,‭ ‬when they‭'‬re done with you,‭ ‬you‭'‬ll be sent to my room,‭"‬ Pixie said.‭ ‬Elaine pushed her breasts into Pixie‭'‬s hand.‭ "‬You‭'‬ll do some chores for‭ ‬me‭;‬ keep the place clean and that sort of thing.‭ ‬You‭'‬ll also eat my pussy and make yourself available to anything I want from you.‭ ‬Understand‭?"

Elaine tried to pull on her arms and legs,‭ ‬but she was not getting free.‭ ‬Elaine realized that she was now like the slave she had seen on her knees in the lounge last night.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬ma‭'‬am,‭"‬ Elaine answered.

‭"‬Good,‭"‬ Pixie lay down on the floor beside Elaine.‭ ‬She scooted over so her crotch was in the bound slave‭'‬s face and hiked her skirt up.‭ "‬Kiss it.‭"

Elaine was up close to Pixie‭'‬s shaved pussy.‭ ‬She could smell the fragrance of Pixie‭'‬s arousal and see the puffiness of her lower lips.‭ ‬Elaine wanted Pixie,‭ ‬she wanted to dive in,‭ ‬and she wanted to be dominated by this woman.‭ ‬The thought of being a slave‭'‬s slave was making her incredibly wet.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬ma‭'‬am,‭"‬ Elaine answered.‭ ‬She leaned in,‭ ‬opened her lips slightly and kissed Pixie‭'‬s wet lips.

‭"‬Good slave,‭"‬ Pixie said and leaned back.‭ "‬Make me cum.‭"

Elaine dove in eagerly.‭ ‬She buried her face between Pixie‭'‬s curvy thighs and licked away at Pixie‭'‬s pussy.‭ ‬Amanda had taught Elaine how to please a woman with her mouth.‭ ‬Amanda had been a stern taskmaster and while Elaine sometimes did things wrong just to be punished,‭ ‬she had learned well.‭ ‬She would lick,‭ ‬nibble on Pixie‭'‬s lips,‭ ‬probe deep inside with her tongue then stop to suck gently on Pixie‭'‬s engorged clit.‭ ‬Every now and then she would come up for air and kiss the insides of Pixie‭'‬s thighs before diving back in.

Pixie came with a sigh.‭ ‬She pushed her thighs against Elaine‭'‬s face and bucked into the submissive woman as she rode the delightful orgasm.‭ ‬When she came off the climax,‭ ‬she pulled away,‭ ‬stood up and smoothed her dress back down.

‭"‬Lovely,‭"‬ Pixie said with a soft smile.‭ ‬She bent down and untied Elaine‭'‬s ankles.‭ ‬Elaine could not resist another quick look up Pixie‭'‬s skirt‭ ‬and‭ ‬as she did,‭ ‬she wanted to get her hands on Pixie‭'‬s body.‭ ‬Pixie pulled a key from a pocket on her short dress and took the‭ ‬cuffs off Elaine‭'‬s wrists.

‭"‬Eat,‭ ‬get cleaned up,‭ ‬put the buttplug in,‭ ‬then come downstairs to the lounge,‭"‬ Pixie said and left the room without another word.

Elaine was startled about the word buttplug.‭ ‬She remembered what had happened to her the last,‭ ‬and only,‭ ‬time she had put one in.‭ ‬She was not sure what Pixie was talking about,‭ ‬but assumed she would find out.‭ ‬She rose and went to the table.‭ ‬Sure enough,‭ ‬next to the tray with the food was a platter with a buttplug and tube of lube on it.‭ ‬Elaine sighed.

The food on the tray was still warm‭; ‬pancakes,‭ ‬bacon and a bowl of fruit.‭ ‬More importantly,‭ ‬the carafe of coffee was still hot.‭ ‬Elaine was hungry and she knew she would need her strength today so she sat down and ate it all.‭ ‬The food was‭ ‬delicious‭;‬ they certainly fed the women here well.‭ ‬Elaine snorted,‭ ‬no‭;‬ they took good care of the merchandise.

Elaine walked into the bathroom.‭ ‬Pixie had put post-its on a number of products:‭ ‬shampoo,‭ ‬conditioner,‭ ‬lotion and so on‭; ‬that simply said‭ "‬Use me.‭"‬ Elaine took the one off of the shampoo and stuck it on her forehead.‭ ‬She looked at herself in the mirror and laughed.‭ ‬If there wasn‭'‬t one already there,‭ ‬there might as well be one,‭ ‬certainly everyone assumed there‭ 

This made me laugh!was.

Elaine showered and got herself ready for the day.‭ ‬Pixie did not leave any make-up so Elaine did not put any on.‭ ‬Everyone seemed to think that she looked good enough without any and Elaine had never gotten into the habit of wearing much of it.‭ ‬Back in the main room she stared at the buttplug.‭ ‬It wasn‭'‬t the buttplug itself,‭ ‬but the idea that she was going to get fucked in the ass,‭ ‬probably multiple times.‭ ‬It annoyed her that she was getting wet thinking about it.

‭"‬Fine,‭"‬ she mumbled out loud.‭ "‬Let‭'‬s do this.‭"‬ She squatted on the floor,‭ ‬lubed up her ass and the plug.‭ ‬Then,‭ ‬just like at Hunter‭'‬s,‭ ‬she sat on the plug and forced it in.‭ ‬She caught her breath then stood up.‭ ‬She wiggled her butt and tried to shift the plug into a more comfortable position,‭ ‬but there was only so comfortable a piece of plastic in her ass was going to get.

Ready to face the day,‭ ‬Elaine turned the handle on the door.‭ ‬To her mild surprise,‭ ‬it was unlocked.‭ ‬She opened it and walked into the hallway,‭ ‬she wasn‭'‬t quite sure where she was going,‭ ‬but figured that she would not be allowed to go anywhere she was not supposed to go.‭ ‬She heard women laughing and followed the sound and ended up in the lounge.

Pixie sat in a chair by a big picture window that looked out on the lake.‭ ‬Two other‭ ‬women,‭ ‬neither of whom had been in the lounge yesterday,‭ ‬sat near her on a bench by the window.‭ ‬One was a tall brunette,‭ ‬the other a leggy redhead.‭ ‬Elaine had a vision of Neapolitan ice cream with the blond Pixie thrown into the mix.‭ ‬Both were in short skirts and blouses,‭ ‬Elaine realized she was the only one naked.

Pixie saw Elaine and motioned her over.

‭"‬Good morning,‭ ‬my pet,‭"‬ Pixie said and kissed Elaine.‭ ‬She turned to the other women.‭ "‬Ladies,‭ ‬this is my new pet,‭ ‬Elaine.‭ ‬She is the best pussy licker I‭'‬ve ever seen.‭"‬ Elaine flushed.‭ "‬Elaine,‭ ‬this is Denise and Danielle.‭"‬ She waved her hands generally at the women and Elaine was not sure who was who.

They smiled at Elaine and looked her up and down.‭ ‬Elaine was glad she was facing them and they could not see the buttplug in her ass.

‭"‬Kneel,‭"‬ Pixie barked,‭ ‬snapped her fingers and pointed at a spot next to her chair.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬ma‭'‬am,‭"‬ Elaine automatically answered and knelt on the carpet.

The three other women resumed their conversation and generally ignored Elaine.‭ ‬That was okay with her,‭ ‬the conversation seemed to center on some of their previous owners and Elaine was not ready to re-open the fresh wound‭ ‬that was Roy to tell her own story.‭ ‬Instead she alternated between staring at the floor,‭ ‬looking out the window and trying to check out Denise and Danielle without being caught.‭ ‬They were both beautiful women and Elaine would not mind having to please either of them.‭ ‬She wondered if Pixie would share her‭?

After a while,‭ ‬Elaine heard and felt heavy footsteps behind her.‭ ‬She did not need to look to know that it was a man and he was wearing boots.‭ ‬Elaine looked at the floor.

‭"‬Slaves,‭"‬ he said in greeting.

‭"‬Good morning,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ all four of them replied in unison.

He put his hand on Elaine‭'‬s head.‭ "‬I‭'‬m taking this one,‭"‬ he said and Elaine felt a chill run down her spine.‭ "‬I‭'‬ll bring her back when we‭'‬re finished with her.‭"

"Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Pixie answered.‭ ‬Elaine noted the tone of submissiveness in Pixie‭'‬s voice and was at least a little surprised at it.‭ ‬But,‭ ‬Elaine reminded herself,‭ ‬Pixie was still a slave,‭ ‬too.

‭"‬Stand up,‭ ‬hands behind your back,‭"‬ the guard ordered.‭ ‬Elaine did not have to be told the command was meant for her.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ she said and obeyed.‭ ‬The other women were smiling as Elaine‭'‬s hands were cuffed behind her back.

Elaine was spun around and faced her guard.‭ ‬He was one of those who had led her off the boat yesterday.‭ ‬He hooked a leash to her collar and gave it a tug.

‭"‬Let‭'‬s go,‭"‬ he said and pulled her from the room.

‭"‬Have fun‭!"‬ one of the women,‭ ‬either Denise or Danielle yelled as Elaine was led away.

Elaine was led out through the lobby.‭ ‬The guard leading her signed a clipboard on the way‭ ‬out‭;‬ she guessed he was signing her out like you would check out a library book.‭ ‬The guard did not say anything as he pulled her out the door and outside.

Elaine squinted in the‭ ‬bright late morning light,‭ ‬her eyes took a while to adjust and she barely kept up with the guard‭'‬s brisk pace as she was taken across the compound.‭ ‬Once her eyes adjusted a little she could see a few people moving about,‭ ‬but no one paid much attention to‭ ‬her.‭ ‬A delivery truck was unloading food at one of the buildings.‭ ‬Elaine tried to concentrate on little details like that,‭ ‬or the family of quail that scurried from one bush to‭ ‬another and not what was going to happen to her.

Another building.‭ ‬Another locked door that was opened for her and her escort.‭ ‬Elaine tried to concentrate on her breathing and not her fear.‭ ‬She reminded herself that she would be okay when this was over,‭ ‬that she was valuable merchandise that they were not going to damage,‭ ‬or at least not damage‭ ‬her‭ ‬too much.‭ ‬The fact that she was getting extremely aroused by the fear and anticipation irritated her.‭ ‬She should be fighting and kicking and screaming,‭ ‬not wanting to be ravished by whomever.‭ ‬She silently cursed herself then shifted and tried to get an annoying pebble that had stuck to her right foot off.

The room was dark.‭ ‬Elaine‭'‬s eyes had just adjusted to the bright morning and going into a dark room blinded her again.‭ ‬At least there was carpet under her bare feet.

‭"‬This her‭?"‬ she heard a voice ask her guard.‭ ‬She did not recognize his voice and as her eyes slowly adjusted,‭ ‬she realized that she did not recognize his face,‭ ‬either.‭ ‬How many people did Bill have working here‭? ‬she wondered.‭ ‬How many slaves did he have to sell to maintain this compound and this staff‭?

"It‭'‬s her,‭"‬ her escort assured him.

‭"‬Kneel,‭"‬ the first guard commanded and pointed to a rug in the middle of the room.

‭"‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine said and knelt.

Now she could see the room and wished she had not.‭ ‬It was another sex room.‭ ‬Restraints,‭ ‬whips,‭ ‬assorted clamps and loops were around the room.‭ ‬There was a sawhorse like the one Roy had tied her to at his party,‭ ‬a table with loops for chains,‭ ‬another adjustable rack,‭ ‬a wooden X against a wall with cuffs at all four‭ ‬corners.‭ ‬A bed was in one corner and another big chair near it.‭ ‬One door,‭ ‬the one by which she had entered,‭ ‬led outside.‭ ‬Another led off the opposite wall.‭ ‬Did someone hire a designer to do this work‭? ‬Elaine looked away and at the red carpet right in front‭ ‬of her.‭ ‬She knew she was not getting out of here without a lot of cock in her and a lot of pain.

‭"‬I don‭'‬t need to remind you to obey and be a good slave,‭ ‬do I‭?"‬ the guard asked her.

Elaine felt a quick shock from her collar.

‭"‬No,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ she assured him.‭ ‬"I‭'‬ll be good.‭"

"Good,‭"‬ he stroked her cheek.‭ "‬We‭'‬ll be seeing you soon.‭"

The two guards left and Elaine was alone.‭ ‬She took a deep breath and stared at the carpet in front of her.‭ ‬How did she go from a lonely,‭ ‬but independent and relatively successful woman to naked,‭ ‬collared,‭ ‬cuffed and kneeling with a buttplug waiting for someone to do anything he wanted to her‭? ‬She knew the answer:‭ ‬Amanda and Roy.‭ ‬How would her life have been different without them‭?

The door opened behind her and Elaine heard muffled footsteps on the carpet.‭ ‬She tried to ready herself.‭ ‬Sometimes she hated the way her body responded,‭ ‬how the idea of being forced and violated turned her on so much.‭ ‬But she realized it was useful,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬Being wet and fucked hard was a whole lot better than being dry and fucked hard.‭ ‬And the way she came,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬She might not like how her body responded,‭ ‬but the orgasms were addicting.

A pair of boots was in front of her.‭ ‬Elaine noted the fine layer of dust on them,‭ ‬she wondered if they would make a mess on the carpet.‭ ‬She did not want to look up yet and see who was there,‭ ‬who would be inside her.

‭"‬I just couldn‭'‬t get enough of you,‭ ‬Elaine,‭"‬ she heard a familiar voice say.‭ ‬Another wave of arousal hit her and she brought her face up to look at Syd standing in front of her.‭ "‬Yeah,‭ ‬let me see those pretty eyes.‭"

Syd reached down and stroked Elaine‭'‬s cheek.‭ ‬She leaned into his touch and kissed his hand.

‭"‬They gave me this,‭"‬ he held up the controller.‭ "‬But I won‭'‬t need it,‭ ‬will I‭?"

"No,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine reassured him.‭ "‬You won‭'‬t need to punish me.‭"

"I won‭'‬t need to,‭ ‬but I‭'‬ll want to,‭"‬ he said and roughly grabbed her hair.‭ "‬I just won‭'‬t use this.‭ ‬Bill doesn‭'‬t want you marked up,‭ ‬so I‭'‬ll have to get more creative.‭"‬ He let go of her hair.

‭"‬As you wish,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine said.

‭"‬Now,‭"‬ Syd slapped her face lightly,‭ "‬I‭'‬m going to have to let some of the guards have a taste of you,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬But not until I get you first.‭"

"Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ Elaine answered.‭ ‬She shifted and felt the hard plastic in her ass.‭ ‬This was going to be a rough time.‭ ‬She had been prepared for a gangbang at Hunter‭'‬s,‭ ‬but it had not happened.‭ ‬She had really only been in two gangbangs,‭ ‬once at Mark‭'‬s and once at‭ ‬Roy‭'‬s party.‭ ‬She thought she was ready,‭ ‬but what difference did it make‭? ‬It was going to happen.

Syd stepped away.‭ ‬Elaine watched him undress.‭ ‬The way he had stolen her from Hunter,‭ ‬overpowered her and made her obey on the houseboat,‭ ‬made Elaine fear him and want him.‭ ‬He had wanted her and he had taken her,‭ ‬even if it was to pass her on to someone else.‭ ‬She was a slave,‭ ‬and he had imposed his will upon her.‭ ‬She saw him turn towards her and saw the huge cock that was going to be hurting her soon.

Elaine had her lips open and ready before he was even in front of her.‭ ‬Syd roughly grabbed her hair and pushed his cock into her waiting mouth.‭ ‬His long,‭ ‬thick shaft filled her mouth.‭ ‬He went deeper into her,‭ ‬not even pausing as he pushed past her tongue and into her throat.‭ ‬Elaine gagged and her instinct was to try to pull away,‭ ‬but she was not going anywhere.‭ ‬Soon her nose was buried in his mass of dark pubic hair.‭ ‬She was choking,‭ ‬slowly suffocating.

‭"‬Look at me,‭"‬ Syd ordered.‭ "‬I want to see those eyes.‭"

Elaine‭ ‬could not possibly say anything.‭ ‬She managed to make herself open her eyes and look up at Syd,‭ ‬seeing the cruel smile on his face as she choked on him.‭ ‬Elaine tried to pull her head back to catch a breath,‭ ‬but Syd held her in place.

‭"‬You can breathe when‭ ‬I let you,‭"‬ he said and tightened his already painful grip in her hair.

Elaine was dizzy,‭ ‬seeing spots when Syd pulled back enough to let her catch a breath.‭ ‬No sooner had she a quick gasp of air then he was back in her throat.‭ ‬Elaine clinched her fists behind her as Syd roughly pounded away at her face.‭ ‬His hands held her head place as he attacked her throat.‭ ‬Elaine wanted it to be over,‭ ‬but she wanted to cum,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬She hated the abuse she was enduring,‭ ‬but her body craved it.

Syd pulled out of her mouth.‭ ‬Elaine sucked deep breaths,‭ ‬glad for the respite,‭ ‬but knowing that he had not cum yet and was not finished with her by a long shot.

Syd circled Elaine like a predator.‭ ‬Elaine tried to catch her strength and wait for what he was going to do to her next.‭ ‬He grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet.‭ ‬Elaine went as best she could.‭ ‬Syd sat on a chair and pulled Elaine over his lap.‭ ‬His hard cock poked at her,‭ ‬wet from her mouth and his pre-cum.

‭"‬Let‭'‬s redden that pretty ass of yours,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ he said and began spanking her.

Elaine squealed out in pain and shock as the first open hand hit her bare ass.‭ ‬She tried to put her hands down to block,‭ ‬but Syd always seemed to hit where her hands were not.‭ ‬He toyed with her,‭ ‬waiting for her to put her hands somewhere to protect herself,‭ ‬and then hitting another part.‭ ‬She felt the sting of his strong hands on her vulnerable‭ ‬body‭;‬ again and again he spanked her.‭ ‬Her ass was red,‭ ‬glowing hot.




Stealing Elaine Ch. 04



Doug always found heist movies amusing. He thought he enjoyed them the same way doctors enjoyed ER or House. They always seemed to make everything so overly complex, relying upon layer after layer of plans, for so many things to fall perfectly in place. Doug knew that there was always too much that could go wrong with plans like that. "Keep it simple, stupid" was a rule by which Doug lived and worked. 

In the end, it wasn't that hard. Bill's compound was designed to keep people in, not out. Bill had become too reliant on the magic of his collars, too. Doug slipped into the compound late at night and found Elaine's room. The bars were bolted on, but some acid took care of them. Sometimes, even WD40 and a wrench worked, but Doug was worried about the noise. The bars were off, some quick work on the window lock and he was in her room. She was sound asleep, but a quick shot of tranquilizer from a hypodermic and she was not going to wake up for a while. Doug cut off her collar, rolled her in a bag, passed her out the window to Anna and J.J. below and climbed down himself. A hasty jaunt to the waiting car a quarter mile away (not that easy while carrying an unconscious slave) and they were off with their prize with no complications.

Doug was proud of himself for the work. A lot of people in his line of work did the kind of heists they made movies about: they stole jewels or art or money. Doug usually just stole information, whether in human form or other. Information could get you lots of money without all of the complications that came with stealing tangible valuables. People always knew when property was missing and had to claim for insurance; sometimes they didn't even know when he'd stolen information. And if you stole property, they were more likely to come after you.

Doug knew that they were going to miss the slave, but what could they really do about it? No one was going to call the police on him. Maybe Bill would send someone after him, but J.J. said that Bill lacked that capacity. He was all bark and no bite, J.J. assured him. Doug knew, however, that there were people you could hire that would do the dirty work and Bill had the money to do it. J.J. was overly dismissive, in Doug's opinion.

Doug, Anna and J.J. sat in a RV in the middle of the desert. They were beside an old rundown shack and a Camaro on blocks slowly melting into the landscape. Someone had made a go of living here until fairly recently, exactly how was a mystery, but they had kept the bills paid. They had made the mistake of running into J.J. when he was in one of his moods. Now they didn't need the property, or anything else for that matter, any more. Elaine was in the bedroom of the camper. According to Doug's calculations, she would probably be coming to any time soon. 

"So, explain to me what happens next?" Doug said with exaggerated slowness. A quick look at J.J. and Anna and Doug could see the desire in their eyes for Elaine. The woman was in for a rough time.

"Short term?" J.J. asked and then without waiting for an answer, continued, "we fuck the shit out of her. Medium term? We sell her and make lots of money. Long term? We all, except for Elaine, live happily ever after."

Doug pursed his lips. There was a lust and desire in both Anna and J.J. for the girl that made Doug nervous. It was the look addicts got sometimes when they were in need of a fix. These two would not make rational thoughts about the girl; their judgment would be clouded by desire and a need to satisfy their own goals with her. Doug just wanted the money. More than that, though, Doug could see himself getting drawn into the slave, too. There was something about Elaine that sucked people in and once you had her you had to have her again and again.

Doug looked back and forth between Anna and J.J. There was no way this was going to end well. They would be plotting against each other, trying to play him against the other, and generally fighting each other the entire way. His instincts told him to get out before he got hit in the crossfire.

"I think I better cash out," Doug said. "I'll take ten thousand and be on my way."

"You can get much more when we sell her," Anna said, almost pleading. She wanted Doug here; he was better company than J.J. and far more professional.

"Maybe. But something tells me that this is going to go bad, really bad. I'll take a discount to get out now," Doug answered. The girl was trouble, big trouble, and Doug wanted to be as far away from her and as far away from Anna and J.J. as he could as fast as he could.

Anna was going to try to convince Doug to stay on, maybe more money for a few days more, but J.J. was already counting out hundreds from his stash.

"And one hundred," J.J. handed Doug a stack of bills. "Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out."

Anna sighed. Doug was a professional and J.J. seemed to be doing his best to irritate him. Doug took the bills and smiled, not rising to J.J.'s baiting. Without another word he left.

Doug walked to his car. He looked back at the camper. Something about all of this just did not sit right with him. There was some sexual frustration about not getting to fuck the girl, but his instincts told him to just walk away. Anna played her own game; she generally knew what she was doing. She might be evil, but she was rational. J.J. was another story. He was erratic, violent, emotional and completely un-trustworthy. Only a fool would stay partners for long with him, which made Doug wonder about Anna more.

Doug got in his car, started it up. Just at a hunch, he thought he might look up an old friend in Las Vegas. He looked up the address in his old address book and went off to see Hunter.

--

"Who gets her first?" J.J. asked with a wicked smile.

"Me," Anna replied curtly, as if there was no need for discussion. "You're going to make a mess of her. Me first, then you." There was a glint in her eye that J.J. found intriguing. He was game to see what Anna had planned for Elaine. He was going to get his time with Elaine, he might as well see what Anna could do with her.

"Fine," J.J. grabbed his keys. "I'll drive." He and Anna had already planned to sell Elaine to The Studio. J.J. did not tell Anna all the details of what would happen to Elaine, but he stressed that they were, by a pretty large margin, the highest bidder. J.J. did also not tell Anna that he lied about The Studio's bid. It was the highest, but not by that much. But by the time they got the slave to Canada, it would be too late to do anything about it.

Anna was glad to be rid of him for a while. J.J. started the RV up and they began rolling down the road. Anna peeked in and saw that Elaine was stirring. Anna wanted the slave fully aware of what was being done to her so she went to put on a pot of coffee. The German hummed to herself as she readied for the fun. Anna had long been into women, but her time in East Germany had soured her on making reality of her desires. Having her lover burned up in a car wreck and being forced to be a sex toy to Manfred to keep it quiet had driven her deep into the closet.

Then along came Elaine. Anna had been a housekeeper/slavekeeper before for other Association members. She had always enjoyed tormenting the slaves, paddling them at every chance and doing her best to dominate and humiliate them, but she had never really been tempted to use one. Elaine was different, the small blonde had enticed her like none before and Anna had given in. She had happily enjoyed the pretty slave then sold her to J.J. After she had stabbed and killed Manfred, she felt free of her past shame and fear about being with women. Now her only regret was not making better use of Elaine when she had the chance.

Well, Anna thought, today was a new day. She slung her bag with her toys over her shoulder and poured two cups of coffee.

Elaine awoke feeling fuzzy. She had been drugged, she was aware of that. What that meant was beyond her at the moment. She was somewhere new; this was not her room in Bill's compound. The last thing she remembered was the sharp pain of a needle sticking into her butt, now she was, somewhere.

Elaine rose to a sitting position. Her body ached, being gangbanged certainly made for a sore morning after. There was a metal chain that ran from her collar to a hook in the wall. The hook looked like it had been added at the last minute; it was obviously bolted onto the wall with no care to make it look nice. Elaine's hands were cuffed behind her and her ankles together. She was not going anywhere. It took her a second to realize that this was not the same collar she had been wearing at Bill's. That had been mesh, this was leather.

The room was small and dark. Light peeked out from under the corner of closed curtains and Elaine could start to make out her current prison. It was a small room, a bed and some shelves along the wall. It reminded her a bit of the houseboat Syd had taken her on, it was moving, but it felt like road and not water so she did not think it was a boat. Of course, in her slightly drugged state, she could be imagining it.

Who had her now? She had been stolen and passed from man to man already and realized that her fate was out of her hands for the moment. She tried to relax and save her strength, she was sure she was going to need it. What had she gotten into this time?

The door opened. Elaine was briefly blinded by the light and she could not make out who was coming in.

"Hello, slave," the voice was unmistakable.

"Hello, Anna," Elaine said with a hint of distaste in her voice. Anna had been her keeper when she first came to Roy's. The tall, blonde German had paddled Elaine every chance she got, finding everything Elaine did wrong and inventing mistakes if there were none to be found. Anna had sold Elaine to J.J. and that was the last Elaine had seen of her. Being back in Anna's possession did not bode well.

Anna turned on the light and set the coffee down on a shelf. Anna had still looked good, Elaine thought. She was still in shape, her body fit and firm. Every blonde hair was perfectly in place, up for the moment. Her face was not really pretty, but still pleasant in a stern, imposing Teutonic way.

"Silly little, slave," Anna taunted Elaine and sat down on the bed beside her. "What sort of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?" Anna put her hand on Elaine's bare thigh; Elaine drew back, trying to get away from Anna's touch. Anna slapped Elaine's thigh, the crack of flesh on flesh loud in the small room.

"There will be none of that, slave," Anna said harshly. "You will do everything I tell you to do. Or I will make you. Understand?"

"Yes, Anna," Elaine said with resignation in her voice.

Anna gave Elaine a short slap across her face.

"What was that, slave?" Anna asked.

"Yes, Mistress," Elaine corrected herself, burning with shame.

"Much better," Anna cooed. Elaine did not resist this time when Anna began stroking her thighs. "You are a lovely little piece of ass," Anna said to the helpless woman. "A perfect slave."

"Mistress?" Elaine asked, trying not to respond to Anna's touch.

"Yes, slave?" Anna kissed Elaine's neck and softly bit her ear.

"What are you going to do to me?" Elaine asked, fighting the arousal already building in her.

Anna looked Elaine in the eyes. "You mean besides the obvious?" Anna had a glint of evil in her eyes as her hand found its way up to Elaine's small, firm breasts.

"Yes, Mistress," Elaine was already losing the battle with her body.

"We are going to sell you," Anna answered. She kissed Elaine on the mouth, softly, her tongue barely touching Elaine's lips.

"To whom, Mistress?" Elaine asked. "And who is 'we'?"

"No more questions," Anna said. She kissed Elaine again, this time slipping her tongue inside of Elaine's mouth. Elaine resisted, but opened herself up to the invading dominant woman. "Now, let's have some coffee and then you will please me."

"Yes, Mistress", Elaine replied. She was in no position to say no at the moment. Maybe she could escape later, but Anna had her well under control at the moment.

Anna reached behind Elaine and unhooked her wrist cuffs. She pulled Elaine's arms in front of her then reattached them. She also released the chain from the collar.

"I recall that you like your coffee with milk, slave," Anna said and poured Elaine a cup.

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress," Elaine took the cup. She briefly thought about throwing the hot liquid at Anna, but thought better of it. What would that accomplish? She would still be bound and Anna would punish her severely. It might be worth it, but Elaine thought better of the idea.

Elaine tried to enjoy the coffee, but whenever she caught Anna's eye, she saw the lust and sadism in the tall blonde's eyes. She tried to stifle a sob and keep the tears in, she did not want what was going to happen to happen, but she was powerless to stop it. Worse than that, she craved the abuse that was going to be heaped on her. She wanted to be forced to eat Anna's pussy; she just wished she could skip the inevitable paddling that was going to happen.

Finally, the beautiful slave finished her cup and handed it to Anna. Her captor placed both empty cups on the shelf then lightly slapped Elaine's sensitive breasts.

"Time to start, slave," Anna said.

Anna smiled as her hands explored Elaine's body. She traced the welts on Elaine's back and smiled thinking of what J.J. would do to her later. Anna had no sympathy or pity for Elaine, she firmly believed that the slave deserved whatever she got. The foolish woman had given herself to slavery, she had not even sold herself, but had given herself away. Anna knew that Elaine got nothing for signing her life away other than than the duty to be a slave. Elaine gave up her rights to her body for nothing and Anna was going to make the most of her folly.

Anna's touched every inch of Elaine's small body. She kissed and nibbled at Elaine's collared neck while she caressed the slave's curves. Elaine closed her eyes, trying to escape in her mind the rape at Anna's hands that was coming. But Anna's hands were nimble and strong and they activated Elaine's body.

"Stand up and bend over," Anna commanded.

Elaine stood awkwardly; it was not easy to keep her balance with her ankles bound and bent over, her bare ass and pussy pointed towards her captor. She put her hands on the bed to keep her balance and waited.

"What a lovely, lovely ass you have, slave," Anna cooed. "I have dearly missed paddling it." Anna rubbed Elaine's lower cheeks, kissing each one once. She grabbed her bag and, from its designated place in her organized bondage kit, pulled out a paddle.

Elaine readied herself for the familiar feeling of Anna smacking her ass. She was not happy; she thought that she was rid of Anna and these petty humiliations. She jumped as Anna hit her for the first time. Well, apparently she was wrong.

"I feel like I should be making up a reason for doing this," Anna smacked Elaine twice more quickly. She looked over at the bed Elaine had been tied up in. "You did not make your bed. How many do you think that is worth, slave?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Elaine pleaded, while not being for an instant.

"Lying? I know you are not sorry, Elaine. That merits more punishment, don't you think?"

Elaine knew she was already playing Anna's game. If she answered yes, Anna would punish her more and might add more for lying. If she answered no, she might be punished for disagreeing with her Mistress. It was a no win so Elaine tried to avoid answering with the tried and true slave answer.

"As my mistress wishes," Elaine said. What was the point? No matter what, Anna was going to do whatever she wanted, so why play the game?

Anna smacked Elaine again with the paddle.

"Yes or no, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," Elaine said with resignation. She was going to play the game because Anna was going to make her play. "I think that a slave lying to her mistress merits more punishment."

"And were you lying when you said that you were sorry for not making the bed?"

Elaine clenched. This was the moment when she was going to have to ask to be punished.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Lying is a very serious offense, don't you think, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"How many paddles should your punishment be?"

"As many as my mistress wishes," Elaine said hopefully.

Anna paddled Elaine three or four times quickly.

"A number, slave. How many times should you be paddled for lying to me?"

"Twenty?"

Anna hit Elaine again.

"Try again."

"Fifty."

"Are you asking me or telling me?" Anna asked and smacked Elaine again. "And you forgot to call me 'Mistress'." She smacked Elaine five quick times for that omission.

"Asking, Mistress. Fifty?" Fifty was a lot and Elaine knew it, but if she continued playing this game, she knew she would end up getting a lot worse. This was her way into an early surrender.

Anna spanked Elaine once more and let her hand linger on Elaine's already reddened ass. "I think fifty will be sufficient. Let's get you ready." Paddling Elaine had been one of the highlights of Anna's time working for Roy. Whenever she had been in a bad mood, Anna could find (or make up) some infraction from the little slave and punish her.

Anna went to her bag. She quickly found and put on Elaine two thigh bands. She hooked Elaine's wrists to these. Elaine grimaced when she saw the next items from Anna's bag: a pair of nipple clamps, Elaine was really learning to hate nipple clamps. Anna screwed these on Elaine's sensitive nipples and gave them an extra half twist. Elaine winced and tried to adjust to the new pain. The German blonde kissed Elaine, demanding again her slave's surrender. Elaine gave it, but only tentatively.

Anna smiled as she went back to her bag. Elaine was puzzled when she brought out another clip. Where was this one going to go? Her ear? Anna looked at Elaine's crotch and Elaine realized she was going to put it on her clit.

"Please, mistress, not there," Elaine pleaded.

"Silence," Anna said and slapped Elaine's ass with her bare hand. "Looks I will have to gag you."

Elaine watched with trepidation as Anna moved in closer. The clamp was cold on Elaine's hot little clit, but she really gave a yelp when Anna closed it. The cold, quickly gone, didn't seem to be as bad as the pressure. Elaine panted as she tried to adjust to the pressure and pain coming from her most sensitive of places. She barely noticed what Anna was doing next until a sharp pain came from her nipples and clit at the same time. Anna had chained all three together.

"Let's try it out," Anna said and spanked Elaine's bottom. As she did, Elaine's breasts jiggled forward in perfect synchrony with Newtonian physics and pulled on the chain against the clamps on her nipples and clit, sending a wave of pain through her. With one hit, Anna managed her hurt Elaine's ass, clit and nipples. This was going to be a long fifty paddles.

Anna turned Elaine around and put a red ball gag in the slave's mouth. She slapped Elaine sharply in the face then pushed her face down onto the bed. With her feet on the floor, Elaine's ass was up and exposed to Anna while her small breasts were already pulling down on the clamps. Elaine tried to find some mental spot in which the pain could be minimized, but as she tried to find that spot, Anna gave her her first of fifty paddles. Elaine arched her back and yelped out against the gag as pain shot through her core.

She barely had a chance to register that all rational thought was going to be banished from her mind when Anna hit her again. Elaine was a blur of pain, but she was still aware that her pussy was soaking wet from the punishment she was receiving.

After the third blow, Elaine stopped counting. She was going to be done when Anna was done. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the haze of pain and arousal as Anna abused and hurt her perfect body. At some point, the combined pain of her being overwhelmed her, the one blow that Anna gave Elaine was just like all the rest, but it was the final painful jerk on her tender clit that pushed Elaine over the edge into orgasm. She moaned and screamed into the gag while Anna wailed away on her vulnerable flesh.




Stealing Elaine Ch. 04



Finally, Anna was done.

Elaine sobbed and moaned, tears flowing freely down her cheeks and into the bed. Her whole body was on fire, her nerves electric. She started to rise, but Anna held her down.

"Not yet, slave," Anna said and went back to what Elaine was thinking of as the bag of pain.

Elaine watched as Anna took off her blouse and skirt. The statuesque blonde wore only stockings with a garter and a black bra. Elaine noted that she kept her hair up and her shoes on. She pulled a strap-on dildo out and stepped into the harness. Elaine worked on catching her breath before Anna began the assault on her pussy.

Elaine flinched with Anna rested her hand on Elaine's burning bottom. The helpless slave felt Anna put the plastic head of the cock against her wet lips and push in. Elaine shifted a little to allow for better entry, but she was already so wet that Anna had no trouble getting in.

Anna put her hands on Elaine's hips and began to slowly fuck her. Her strokes were long, slow and deep, opening up Elaine's pussy for the hard fucking that was to come shortly. Elaine sighed, a good fucking would be wonderful right now, she thought. She needed to release even after cumming while being paddled.

As Anna began to pick up the pace, Elaine realized there was something she had not considered: the chain. The rocking of her body as Anna fucked her rocked her breasts and that tugged the chain. It was as bad as the paddling and there was going to be a lot more than fifty this time.

Anna pounded away at Elaine. Anna loved seeing a beautiful woman having to submit like this. She loved being able to do whatever she wanted to the slave. Anna bucked her hips up a little on her next stroke into Elaine, just to give the clit clamp another bump. The helpless slave bucked and squirmed as Anna fucked her over and over. Pain and pleasure washed over her and mixed in her body. She came again, bucking into Anna, grinding for a little more contact. Anna laughed and redoubled her assault.

Eventually, even Anna was finished, or at least she was finished with that part. She stopped with the dildo still buried all the way in Elaine's wet slit. She took a long look at Elaine, still impaled on her plastic shaft, and saw how her body shuddered and spasmed even while she wasn't getting fucked. She ran her hands down Elaine's wonderful thighs, pleased with how bright red Elaine's little ass looked from the paddling and the flush of arousal on her entire body. Some women were born to be slaves and Elaine was one of them.

Anna unhooked the harness and took off the dildo. She pushed Elaine onto the bed, then rolled her on her back. Elaine looked up at Anna with pleading blue eyes to end this. Anna was not done with her yet.

The dominant blonde unhooked the gag and took the ball from Elaine's mouth. She bent down and kissed the captive women, a long deep kiss. She then climbed onto the bed, put one thigh on each side of Elaine's face, and sat down. She slid her pussy right onto Elaine's mouth, pushing down and grinding into the slave.

Elaine tried her best once she figured out what was happening to her. She was able to get her mouth open and her tongue out and into Anna, but all she could really do was just respond to what Anna was doing.

Anna slowed, her clit pushed into Elaine's open mouth. Elaine sucked and licked at it while Anna looked her in the eyes. Elaine helplessly pleasured the woman, doing what she was made to do. A sharp pain shot through her body. Anna had reached back and tugged on the chain. Elaine yelped and bucked into Anna.

"Hmmm, I like that," Anna purred and jerked the chain again.

Anna kept yanking on the chain while Elaine ate her pussy to orgasm. Anna's strong thighs squeezed against Elaine's head as she came, but Elaine did not slow or stop. She had to get Anna to finish with her, so Elaine closed her eyes and did what she was told.

Eventually, Anna climbed off Elaine, giving the chain one last hard tug as she did. Anna stepped into the tiny bathroom and Elaine watched her wash up. She came back and took the clamps off, cleaned them up and put them away before finally doing the same with the dildo.

Elaine realized that they were not moving. Through a small crack in the curtains, she could see that they were at a gas station. Anna dressed, then put the gag back in Elaine's mouth and leashed her back to the ring.

"Don't go anywhere, slave," Anna said as she walked out. "We have a long drive ahead of us."

--

"With no Elaine to escort to Indiana, I really have no need for you at the moment, Sydney," Bill said to him. "Stop by payroll and they will cut you a cheque for bringing her here. You are dismissed."

Syd fumed. He had done his job and done it well. This was a profound lack of respect from Bill and it did not sit well with the proud young man. He went down the hall, had to wait for half an hour for someone to cut him a cheque for his work then he had to wait another three hours to catch a ride back to Las Vegas.

Truth be told, Syd was more than satisfied with the job he had done. He picked up a little cash, that he really didn't need, and got that wonderful night on the houseboat with Elaine, to say nothing of gangbanging her. He just expected something more in terms of recognition for crossing Hunter and stealing the slave from his house. Not many could claim that sort of feat. He wanted praise and respect more than money at this point in his life.

Syd had also been looking forward to some more time with Elaine. He had been thinking of fun things to do to her and her theft deprived him of that chance. He would definitely have to try and buy her if he could. He was probably just as mad at Bill for letting Elaine get stolen as anything else, he had delivered her and Bill let her escape.

Syd rode to Las Vegas in a limo that was heading to McCarran Airport to pick up a potential buyer. Syd knew that from McCarran you could get anywhere in the world in less than a day. Where he went was, via cab from the airport, back to his apartment.

He unlocked the door and went in. Then things went black. Someone dropped a bag over his head and a meaty fist hit him in the stomach and knocked the wind out of him. Strong hands pulled his arms behind his back and cuffed his wrists. Whoever it was felt it necessary to punch him again then drag him into his kitchen. He was slammed down onto one of the kitchen chairs and duct taped to it.

"Sydney, I am not amused," Syd was not at all surprised to hear Hunter's voice. He did wish that people would stop calling him Sydney, though, it reminded him too much of his parents. "I am, in fact, rather cross with you at the moment. Take the bag off." 

The bag was removed from his head. Syd saw Hunter sitting across the table from him. He was relieved not to see a gun drawn, but given that he was bound to a chair it was academic. He turned his head and saw Bruce and Bligh behind him. Both were armed, but neither had weapons drawn. Syd felt a little better. If Hunter had wanted to kill him he'd either be dead or in the trunk of a car on the way to the desert to be killed. Hunter wanted to talk.

"Sorry, Hunter," Syd said. "It was business, not personal. I was paid to acquire merchandise and I did."

"I realize that, Sydney," Hunter answered. "That is why you are still alive. Where's Elaine?"

"I don't know," Syd confessed, honestly. His shoulders drooped momentarily as he thought of the beautiful woman who had slipped from his grasp. "Someone broke in to Bill's and took her away. Very professional: in and out quick, nothing damaged. Security cameras show three people, one probably a woman. Masks, nothing distinctive about them except that they sneaked in, grabbed Elaine and left without disturbing anything else."

"Why didn't Bill send you after them? Get her back?" Hunter asked.

"Bill looks at it in terms of marginal cost/marginal benefit terms. He didn't pay that much to get her, but getting her back would be costly so he's letting her go," Syd said. He was ready to go after Elaine on his own, either for Bill to prove himself or to own her himself, but if Hunter gave him a way out, he would take it.

"That matches with what we know," the Scottish brogue of Bruce said from behind him.

Hunter nodded.

"Syd," Hunter said. "Here is the problem I am currently facing. You broke into my home and stole a slave from me. That does not look good. I have two options here. One is to kill you. I'm not a big fan of killing people if I don't have to, but I will. Two is your better option. I need another man for the crew. You can work for me."

"Let me get this straight," Syd said with a smile. "I can either die or work for you?"

"To be succinct, yes," Hunter said.

"When do I start?" Syd said.

Hunter nodded and Bruce cut the tape off Syd's arms. Syd was proud that he did not make any noise as a large amount of his arm hair went with the tape; the last thing he wanted to do was look weak in front of his new crew.

"Now," Hunter said and stood. "We're going after Elaine. Pack a bag, we're heading to Roy's then off to who knows where."

--

Anna walked with a bounce into the mini-mart for a snack. She felt wonderful after dominating Elaine, that silly little slave. She looked forward to having more of her later, assuming that there was anything left of Elaine after J.J. was done with her. Anna was half tempted to drive off and leave J.J. here, but she was pretty sure he had thought of that and taken the keys.

Anna bought her snacks and passed J.J. as she went out. She knew it was going to be her turn to drive, and maybe he had left the keys. She sat down in the driver's seat, but, sure enough, the little prick had taken the keys. She busied herself adjusting the mirrors and seat. She was a taller than J.J. so everything was just a little out of whack.

A minute later, J.J. sauntered out from the store carrying a pack of cheap cigarettes and a six pack of expensive beer. He hopped into the camper and tossed the keys to Anna.

"Gas up in Reno," he ordered. "Did you tell her I was here?"

"No, J.J.," Anna said. "I wanted all her attention on me."

"Good," J.J. began undressing. "Don't bug me 'till Reno."

Anna ignored him. She almost felt bad for the girl; almost, but not quite.

J.J. was officially still on the payroll of the ATF, and he reminded of them of this fact with an arrest every now and then. At the moment he was "doing freelance work", which in this case meant a little slave dealing. J.J. was about 5'6" tall, with another inch or two taken up with a big mass of black curly hair. He had a slightly swarthy complexion, deep brown eyes and an obligatory day or so worth of stubble. He had a short, compact build with no hint of a gut. He was strong, lean, brutal and violent.

J.J. started to slowly undress outside the room. Elaine was on the other side of the thin door of the camper's bedroom, helpless and available to him. J.J. thought of the last time he'd had Elaine. How he had bought her from Anna and was going to take her to Sam for a big reward. He had taken her to a sleazy motel and raped her a few times. Then that devious slut had gotten him drunk and escaped. But she had taken his wallet, gun and phone before she left. J.J. had wound up having a housekeeper set him free. And then he killed the housekeeper to make sure she stayed quiet.

Elaine had left him cuffed and naked and now he was going to get his revenge. J.J. wanted to avenge himself on her body, make her pay and suffer for escaping him and humiliating him. And when he had made her suffer enough, when he had spent himself, he would sell her to The Studio and let them finish her off. But right now, he just wanted to fuck the beautiful helpless woman behind the door.

J.J. took a deep breath and stroked his cock. This was going to be good. He opened the door and stepped into the room. The look on Elaine's face was priceless. He saw her pretty eyes change from fear to disgust to fear again. Her wrists were cuffed to her thighs, but that didn't stop her from trying to scoot as far away as possible in the tiny room.

"Yes, me, you little slut," J.J. jumped onto the bed and grabbed Elaine by the collar. He pushed her down on her back on the bed and climbed on top of her. "Payback time!"

Elaine squirmed, trying to fight him off, but she was bound and he was too strong. The hand in her collar held her down while his other hand slapped at her thighs until she lay still. J.J. smiled at her and shifted between her thighs. Elaine cried out as J.J. rammed his cock into her sore pussy. His short, hairy body pressed her into the bed. He bit her ear then snaked his tongue into her ear as he started to ram away at her. Elaine tried to pull away from J.J.'s tongue in her ear, but his hand held her head still. J.J. made long, deep thrusts into the captive slave, with each one he tried to put as much hate as he could.

Elaine cried out as J.J. violated her. There was no one she hated more than the curly haired man who was inside her. She thought she had escaped him, that when she had left him passed out and tied up in the motel that would be the end of it. Now she knew it wasn't; that all she had done was make him madder. She had wound up with Sam anyway, by the orders of her owner, would it have been so bad just to have stayed with J.J.? What difference would it have made? She wouldn't have had to endure this revenge if she had. She yelled again as he changed positions slightly and resumed his savage assault of her. No, she had to fight him then and she had to fight him now. He might have her, but she wouldn't surrender to him.

Elaine waited for the climax that usually came when she was being violated, but this time it did not seem to arrive. She felt pleasure at being filled and used, but she could not climb the wave to get to climax, her body just was not responding to J.J. He could hurt her, he could humiliate her and use her whichever way he wanted, but she knew he could not make her cum anymore.

J.J. was almost there. He had not fucked anyone or even whacked off since he had found out about Elaine being available; he had a big load to shoot. He pulled out of her, one hand held her hair while he finished off with the other. He fired round after round of perfectly aimed semen on her pretty face, covering her eyes (she, unfortunately, had closed them in time), her nose and cheeks. He sent his last few drops onto her scowling lips and smiled at the mess he had made on her. Anna wouldn't like it, but Anna already had her turn.

J.J. got off the bed, flopped down on a chair and looked at his lovely prisoner. She looked so good violated and covered in his spooge.

"I'm going to make you pay for what you did to me," he informed her bluntly.

Elaine managed to open her eyes, little strings of cum blocked some of her vision, but she could see the smug, self-satisfaction on J.J.'s face. Elaine thought it was a little one sided. After all, he was the one who had taken her and raped her. All she had wanted to do was get away. And maybe hurt him some for what he did to her.

"I'm going to take my revenge on your pretty little slave body. And when I'm done, when I've fucked you so much that I'm tired of it and you, I'm going to sell you. I've got a buyer lined up, some guy named Delrin Ringe. And Delrin is going to make a movie, starring you. I've seen some of his work, even by my standards it's pretty twisted stuff. The women all end up dead by the end, but by that time they are begging to die."

--

Roy was happy and scared at the same time. He had intercepted a text from J.J. It said simply "I have her." What scared him was to whom J.J. had sent it. It was sent to The Studio. Roy could not bear the thought of Elaine winding up dead in a snuff film, even being in J.J.'s hands was preferable to that.

The reply text had been encouraging, but chilling in its own way. "Bring her here. Do not damage her. Full payment on delivery of suitable product." It was from Delrin Ringe. Anyone who knew anything about snuff films knew of Delrin Ringe, he was the best. But he was the best and torturing and killing women and he wanted Elaine.

Roy's house had turned into an armed camp. Hunter was bringing Syd up to speed on how they worked around here. Bruce and Bligh were playing video games and drinking beer waiting to be told to do something. Even Greg had been in a few times with information or pizza.

It was frustrating for Roy. He had not found out where they needed to go. They knew J.J. was taking her to The Studio, they just did not know where The Studio was. He had gotten Delrin Ringe's text from J.J.'s phone, now he was working on tracing it back to the source.

He walked out of his office, disgusted with the lack of progress, with his lack of progress. This was what he was supposed to do. They had a team of finely trained ass-kickers, Roy just had to point them in the right direction. Which direction?

All of his time dealing with computers had taught Roy to know when to take a break. He stepped outside to work on another of his projects: guns. Roy just took it for granted that sometime in all this they would need to shoot something, or someone. He was quite impressed with his project: he had bought and restored an old water cooled Browning machine gun. He hooked it up to some aiming motors, a camera and a laptop. From a remote location, he could aim it or give it a firing program, and let it fire away. With enough ammunition, it could fire for hours. He was checking some of the motors and losing himself in the mundane for a few minutes.

"Roy," Bruce said from the sliding glass door. "You better get in here."

Roy sighed. An annoying interruption, but Bruce had that serious tone in his voice. Roy stowed his work away in a locked box and went inside the house.

Bruce and Bligh warily eyed a visitor. Roy couldn't see who it was until his eyes adjusted to the light. The body language of Bruce and Bligh made his take this seriously. They were poised for violence, ready to start swinging or shooting instantly.

"Hello, Roy," the visitor said.

"Doug," Roy extended his hand. He had met Doug once at one of Hunter's cookouts. "What brings you here?"

Roy was already thinking that Doug would be a useful addition to their team. Losing Leon and even Faybio had hurt and they needed more people.

"Is Hunter around?" Doug asked and shook Roy's hand.

Roy nodded and Bruce went to get Hunter.

"I know who's got your slave," Doug said to Roy. "I helped steal her from the dealer. Business, you know." He said and shrugged.

"J.J.," Roy said.

Doug raised his eyebrows. "I must be getting sloppy."

"Nope. I had no idea you were involved. J.J. on the other hand is sloppy." He scowled and blamed himself for not taking care of J.J. earlier. "I need to kill him one of these days," Roy added, mostly as a reminder to himself.

Hunter walked in. He looked at Roy for signs of trouble, but relaxed when he saw the friendly conversation.

"Doug," Hunter shook his hand, "Nice to see you again. Congratulations on living to be a year older."

"Same to you," Doug smiled. "I was just telling the kid here," Roy knew enough to not be offended, "that I helped steal his slave last night."

"I thought it looked like your work," Hunter said.

"I finished my end of the job and cashed out. Now, at the moment I just happen to have some free time and I'm in the mood to do some work. If you're hiring, I'll tell you what I know." Doug ignored Roy and talked straight to Hunter.

"Aren't you worried about selling out your former partners?" Hunter asked

"Those two?" Doug snorted, "I think it's a race between them to see who can screw the other over faster. I'm out clear and clean with them."

Hunter knew that while they might not need Doug's particular special skills, he was also good in a fight. And having one of the world's best breaking and entering men on their side was certainly a bonus.




Stealing Elaine Ch. 04



"You're hired," Hunter said and shook his hand. He looked at Roy. "Let's hear what he has to say then I'll take him to new hire orientation with Syd."

Roy checked his phone and was happy to see that they had been able to locate The Studio from Delrin Ringe's text. It was good to have friends in the NSA.

--

Sam had everything ready that needed to be ready. He was not overly pleased to be leaving; he wanted to finish things here before he left. With the weather turning, it might be spring before he could get back up here to take it out. Once more he went through a one man assault in his head and once more he could not come up with a way to make it work.

Just out of habit he checked the satellite phone before starting up the truck. There was one message, from Roy. Sam had no idea how Roy got this number, but was not really surprised. The message was short: "Elaine is in a white camper being taken to Delrin Ringe".

Sam got out of the car and looked around. The weather was getting ready to turn bad and he could be stuck up here for weeks when it did. He knew he should head south or at least get out of the mountains. But he wanted to take out The Studio and he wanted to make sure Elaine never got there. And he wanted Elaine.

--

Hunter stared out the back window. Roy had the location of The Studio. The team was equipped and while they could use a little more time together, they were as ready to go as they were going to be. They had two problems as Hunter saw it. The first was they had to get there. The second was what to do when they got there. Roy had contacted Greg and he was on the first problem, something would develop soon.

The second would be more of Hunter's problem. He would have to plan out their attack, figure out how not to get anyone killed on his team and kill all the right people, but none of the wrong people and get Elaine out and kill Delrin Ringe. No small bit of work. The problem was that he couldn't do anything until they knew something. Once Roy could get some current satellite imagery he could begin his planning.

Hunter thought that it hadn't been that long ago that it had been over 100 degrees outside and in a day or two they would be heading into an early season snow storm. He felt like he should step outside to soak up some of the warmth. He looked at the desert was looking at one particular rock when something caught his eye, a flash of red. 

He smiled.

Hunter excused himself and climbed up to Elaine's room. It pained him a little to be in there, knowing her potential fate. She had made her bed and generally tidied up, but there was still some clutter. Hunter knew Elaine was on the messy side, it was just one of her quirks. He wasn't here to reminisce about the slave, though. He took out his binoculars and went to one of Elaine's windows; she had the best view in the house.

Sure enough, he found what he was looking for. He wondered when she was going to make an appearance.

"Amateur hour," he snorted contemptuously. 

Hunter went back downstairs and grabbed his vest. It had what little gear he needed.

"I'll be back in a little while," Hunter said and headed for the garage.

Roy was going to stop him to go over a few things, but he recognized the look in his friend's eyes and knew whatever it was, was important. Roy just nodded and went back to figuring out how quickly he could get the information for Hunter.

Hunter stepped outside, he double checked to make sure the house was between him and his target, there was no way she could see him. He loped off and lost himself in the desert. His clothes blended in perfectly with the browns and dull greens of the landscape. He moved with minimal effort, sliding behind rocks and brush. Inexorably, but patiently, he worked his way around to where she was. He did always enjoy the hunt.

It took him the better part of thirty minutes to get in position above and behind his prey. She had a nice little position set up behind a rock. There was a cooler, a khaki tarp for shade and a telescope mounted pointing at Roy's house. And there was Amanda busy taking notes of her own, the head of unruly red hair that had tipped off Hunter that she was there.

--

Elaine lay on her stomach. J.J. had her tied to the four corners of the bed, spread and open. She had put up a fight when J.J. had unhooked her wrists from her thighs, but he had simply stuck a hand in her collar and choked her until she obeyed. Now she waited for J.J. to do what he was going to do to her. The cum on her face had now dried into a crusty mess. She so wished she could just wash her face. That, and not get ass raped by J.J., which is what she figured was next.

She cried out and felt a piece of leather burn a path across her back.

No, he'd hurt her first. Then he would rape her ass.

"I don't think I need to rehash the details of what happened before, do I?" J.J. said then whipped Elaine with his belt between her shoulder blades. "Let's just say that I am not happy with what you did."

He whipped her another ten times across her back and legs. Elaine yelled from the pain and rage each time the leather lit up her fair skin. She pulled against her restraints, but they were secure. She was not getting out of this yet.

J.J. stood beside her head. He grabbed her hair and put his cock to Elaine's lips. She kept her mouth shut and glared defiantly up at him.

"You better open up, slut," J.J. said. Elaine was ready to be punished, but she was not going to go along meekly. "You better get my cock nice and wet, because it's going in your ass next."

Elaine relented and parted her lips. J.J. quickly forced his way in her mouth. He held onto her hair and jammed his cock all the way into her throat. He roughly fucked her face for a few minutes, holding his cock deep in her and watching her struggle for air as she choked on his flesh.

"I like that you're fighting," he told her. "I like that you think you can still win. I'm going to beat and fuck that defiance out of you."

Beat, maybe, Elaine thought. But she had not been impressed with his fucking so far.

J.J. popped out of Elaine's mouth and climbed on the bed. He spread her ass cheeks to look at the little brown hole he was about to violate. No mercy for this one, he thought then guided his still wet cock to his target.

Elaine arched and whimpered as J.J. stretched her tight ring of muscle, then he was inside her. Elaine felt the familiar burning, stretching as he penetrated deeper and deeper into her. He bit the side of her neck then rammed hard into her. Elaine cried out sharply as he roughly used her ass. She hoped this might bring her to climax, but she felt short again. It just hurt.

J.J. pulled out before he finished. He wasn't done with her yet. He picked up the belt and whipped her hard across the ass, adding his stripe to Anna's uniform red coloring of Elaine's perfect bottom. He whipped her again, watching her squirm and yell as he hurt her.

Then he stopped to fuck her face again. Elaine did not resist this time, but let him shove his cock, fresh from her ass, back into her mouth. After that he climbed back on and fucked her ass again without cumming. Just enough to feel good for him and to hurt her a little more.

He did the whipping, face fucking, ass fucking routine three more times before he allowed himself to cum in her ass. Elaine was crying almost uncontrollably as he finished. She was in pain, her flesh afire and she had not even been able to cum. She was furious with J.J. for his cruelty and sadism, but more than that because he couldn't finish the job and get her off.

J.J was very satisfied with himself. He had thoroughly enjoyed hurting and punishing Elaine as well as the sheer physical pleasure of fucking her exquisite body. He almost felt that it was a waste of good art to destroy a body that fucked that wonderfully, but she had really pissed him off. Besides, she had never fully submitted to him like she had Hunter or Roy. She could not stop him from doing things to her body, but she never surrendered completely to him. If she didn't, then she'd try to escape, and probably succeed, and he'd be out his revenge.

He sat back on the bed and propped his feet up on her butt. He lit a cheap cigarette and smiled happily to himself. This was going to be fun.

--

Hunter waited a few minutes, making sure there was no one else around. When he was satisfied he slid up on a rock behind her. With silent agility, Hunter dropped right in behind Amanda. She turned, trying to rise. Hunter jabbed a quick fist into the middle of her chest and felt the satisfying give as all the wind was forced from her lungs. Within seconds, Hunter had her wrists bound with a zip tie. He spun her around and forced her on to the ground on her stomach. He put a knee in her back and put another tie around her ankles.

Hunter had captured many women; he had it down to a science.

"Hello, Red," Hunter said to the still struggling woman, "Let's go inside for a chat."

Hunter lifted Amanda over his shoulder and carried her to the house. There was commotion when he brought her into the living room. Hunter had already been formulating a plan with how to deal with this recurring thorn in their side.

"Roy," Hunter asked as he dropped Amanda onto the couch. The same couch, Hunter thought wryly, on which he had first had Elaine. "What do we have on Red here?"

It was Roy's turn to smile. Amanda had cost him Elaine and he had been itching for some payback. He looked at the woman who had caused him so much inconvenience. "We have full records of all your messages and calls to The Studio. We can pin at least one victim of The Studio to you and that does not even begin to get into what you did to Elaine."

Amanda looked nervously over at Hunter. He had long been rumored to be one of the Association's killers.

"Yeah," Hunter said to her, reading her mind. "But," Hunter continued, enjoying watching all the color drain from Amanda's face, "there is a reason so few, so very few women, wind up dead. They are far too valuable as property." He turned to Roy, "do you have a set of papers ready?"

Roy reached into his desk and said "excuse me while I whip this out," and produced a stack of papers. "I've always wanted to say that," Roy said to Hunter.

Amanda looked at the papers. "No way. No fucking way!"

They were enslavement papers.

"Okay, Hunter, take her upstairs to Elaine's and lock her up," Roy said. "We'll hold her until the Association tells us what to do with her."

Hunter nodded. He slung Amanda over his shoulder and carried her up the stairs. Bruce followed a little behind, just in case. It did not do to be careless in this business. He dropped her on the bed in Elaine's room.

"I'll come check on you in a while," he said and cut off the wrist and ankle bindings. "Think it over. You know the Association, and you know they will be very unhappy. Becoming a slave means starting fresh, they may ask you some questions, but they won't punish you anymore."

Amanda thought it over. She was in deep. She had done business with The Studio before and if Roy could prove it, it was all over. She had played things fast and loose and had lost again. Before, she had always found a way out of her problems, a get out of jail free card that got her out until the next one. Now, it finally seemed like she ran out escapes. She did not have anything more to bargain, no favors to call in. There was not one person out there who would vouch for her or plead for mercy on her behalf.

"Well, Red," Amanda said to herself, "you managed to fuck yourself pretty hard this time."

She began pacing Elaine's small apartment. Amanda recognized the patterns of clutter and organization. Elaine always had trouble putting stuff away and any horizontal surface inevitably picked up several layers of belongings. Amanda finally wound up spanking Elaine any time she left a pile, but then sometimes Elaine would leave a pile just for the spanking.

Thinking of Elaine, she remembered why she came to Roy's. She had been having second thoughts about Elaine winding up at The Studio. She really hadn't wanted to sell Elaine to the Studio, but they were pressuring her hard. She compromised and had Elaine declared an open slave and they left her alone. Now, if she could find Elaine, she could send someone to get to her before Delrin Ringe did. If anyone knew where she was, she figured it was Roy. She had tried to break in and plant some bugs, but couldn't get in. Instead she just hung out outside, watching and waiting. 

She had been sick of waiting when Hunter dropped in, now she missed it. She knew she had to sign the papers or wait for something potentially worse. Well, she would make one last attempt to get away.

--

They had worked out a rough plan to go after The Studio. Hunter liked it and would go into in more depth later. For now, though, he wanted to finish things up with Amanda. He knew she was going to fight and he wanted her to. He wanted her to try to her utmost before he subdued her; he wanted her to know her best could not save her.

Bruce and Bligh followed Hunter to the top of the stairs. He left his guns and knives with the two Brits. He carried only two pairs of cuffs, a collar and a riding crop. He smiled at Bruce and Bligh then went to Elaine's room.

Hunter unlocked the door, opened it quickly then ducked into the room. A wine bottle sailed over his head and out the door into the attic. Hunter kicked the door shut behind him, making sure it latched securely. Amanda stood over by the bed, Elaine's reading lamp in her hand.

Hunter held the crop like a foil and advanced on the muscular redhead. Amanda faked a throw then lunged at Hunter with the lamp. Hunter sidestepped slightly and hit Amanda's wrist hard with the crop. His other hand grabbed the front of Amanda's pants and jerked hard. The button popped off and the zipper ripped open. Hunter pulled her pants down off her hips before Amanda could respond.

Amanda recovered from her momentary shock and attacked. She brought the lamp down right at Hunter's head. Hunter parried her arm with his then pushed her away from him. Amanda skidded on the floor, her pants down to her knees and tangling up her legs. Hunter stepped back and dropped into a fencer's crouch, pointing the crop at Amanda.

Amanda snarled and kicked her pants off. Now what? She wondered as she readied to attack Hunter again. The door was locked. Maybe she could take out Hunter, and then she'd have to fight whomever came in next and keep it up until she could get out. It did not look good. Still, she was going to fight to the end.

Amanda threw the lamp at Hunter. She stepped into it, it was her best baseball throw. Hunter ducked aside and as he did she tried to run past him. Hunter slashed at her bare legs with the crop as she went past. He had the pleasure of hearing her bark in pain as he hit. He slashed three more times quickly and hit each time. 

Amanda made it past Hunter to the door. She knew it was going to be locked, but had to try. She fumbled with the lock then suddenly saw stars. Hunter had body checked her into the door. She was stunned and unable to react. Hunter pulled off her shirt and cuffed her hands in front of her. Amanda was able to finally get out of her daze and kicked Hunter off of her.

Hunter took a step back and picked up the crop. Amanda only had her panties on now, that and her cuffs. She had a lot of skin exposed and vulnerable to his lash. Hunter feinted a slash to her face, knowing Amanda would bring her hands up to block; he quickly brought the crop around and hit her across her flat stomach. Amanda cursed and took a wild swing with both her hands at Hunter. He dodged and slashed, hitting both her breasts then followed up with another lash to her back.

Amanda was getting frustrated. She did not perform well under pressure or with the odds against her. Amanda had relied on luck and cheating to get most of what she wanted, now she could not do either. It was her own abilities and skill that she needed now and they were not up to besting Hunter. It seemed like she was moving in slow motion. He feinted to her face again, Amanda grabbed for the crop but it was gone, already burning another stripe across her ass. She was vaguely aware that the last blow had ripped the fabric of her panties and they now hung in shreds from her waist. Well, modesty was the least of her concerns at the moment.

Hunter swung for her face yet again. This time, Amanda tried to block low only it wasn't a feint. A stinging blow slashed across her left cheek. He was playing with her, why didn't he just finish her?

Amanda grew more frustrated as Hunter toyed with her. He left a dozen more red welts on her as her forced her across the room, back towards the bed. Amanda was about to give up. He had her at the bed; she knew what he was going to do to her. She just wanted the whipping to stop. She would be lying, too, if she said the thought of submitting to Hunter was not at least a little arousing. She saw her one last chance. On the floor beside the bed was Elaine's copy of War and Peace. It was big and heavy, she might be able to get lucky again.

Amanda dove for the book. She grabbed it with both hands. Amanda squatted with the book by her belly while Hunter punished her back with the crop. Putting all her considerable power into her legs, she lunged at Hunter. The bed was in the way, so he could not sidestep her. Amanda took another painful lash across the shoulders before she was inside Hunter's reach. There was a satisfying meaty thud as her body collided with Hunter's.

She hoped she had him stunned. The next part of her plan was to pummel him senseless with the book then, well, she hadn't thought that far ahead. It didn't really matter anyway. Hunter barely moved. He hooked his arm around her shoulder and flipped her over his back, guiding her to a rough landing on the floor.

Amanda was finished and she knew it. She was stunned, the wind knocked from her body, stars swimming in front of her eyes. Hunter hoisted her onto the bed, dropping her on her stomach. He spread her legs and secured them to the rings at the corners of Elaine's bed. She was ready to be raped, but Hunter had other plans first.

Hunter took out the collar, pulled Amanda's mass of curly red hair out of the way and secured the collar around her neck. He gave it a tug to make sure it was secure then stood up to check out his work. Amanda had a great body, very pale skin offset by dark nipples. Her hair was red and wild, the curls falling everywhere and even her bush was a trimmed patch of red. Amanda was strong; she had a very muscular body and kept in shape by boating, climbing and running. She had a spirit, too, and Hunter was going to have to control that.

Hunter's blood was up; the battle with Amanda had gotten him very horny. He had always been fascinated with Amanda, and now she was going to be his slave. He would make her find more slaves for him and he would fuck her senseless. Right now, though, he wanted to hurt her. He held the familiar riding crop in his hands and swung it at the helpless redhead.

Amanda cried out as Hunter whipped her again. He planned for fifty, though he was not about to tell her that. After ten she was begging him to stop, after twenty she was willing to sign the papers. He was not surprised that she had not taken her whipping nearly as well as Elaine had, the redhead was stronger but not as tough.

Hunter put the papers on the bed and uncuffed Amanda enough so she could do all the signing and initialing that was part of the bureaucratic ritual of enslavement. As soon as he made sure everything was in order he cuffed her back up, gagged her, and gave her the other thirty lashes.

Hunter was pleased with his work when he was done. Her arms, neck, back, butt and legs were all a crisscross pattern of red welts. Amanda was a sobbing mess; this was not going to be easy for her. Elaine had transitioned well into slavery, it was what she was always meant to be and it came naturally. Amanda was going to have to be broken down and built back up again. She was going to have to derive pleasure from her servitude.




Stealing Elaine Ch. 05



Thanks to ashleigh_xoxo fpr editing.

Roy was impressed. They had made it and established a camp deep in the snowy forests. He shuddered thinking of the cost of getting everyone and everything here. This had not been cheap and would only get more expensive as they went along. Hunter had already told him that it was going to be cheaper just to leave most of the gear here when they were done, assuming they all survived.

White tarps strung between the trees hid them, though Hunter had assured him that The Studio did not send out patrols. "They are sitting nice and warm inside. I haven't seen any tracks coming in or out of the compound yet," he had assured them. But, just to be sure, he had someone keeping watch on the place.

They had contacted The Association about what they were doing. The Association made some vague promises about "future consideration," but offered nothing substantial. Roy did not think that they would see any money from the council, but he tried to console himself that the good deed would be rewarded somehow. There was always the fact that they were doing a great service and a good deed was its own reward, but, that didn't help pay the bills. Roy saw more arms deals in the future, and Hunter was thinking of some new work.

The Studio was in the next valley over from their camp. Hunter wanted more information, especially about any slaves in the compound. If there were none then they could just shoot up the entire camp without any subtlety, but if they had to try to get people out alive they were going to have to take more chances. This is where Hunter really missed Leon; Leon was great in the snow and had a great sense about non-combatants. 

Roy had not picked up any messages from J.J. or Delrin Ringe in the past few days. J.J.'s phone had not moved and gradually the signal had faded. Hunter sent Bruce and Bligh to check out his last location. They were arriving back now on the snowmobiles the team had acquired.

"Well, we found him," Bruce said as he helped himself to a cup of hot coffee.

"It took a little digging, though." Bligh added and made a cup of tea.

"Digging?" Roy asked.

"Yeah," Bruce chuckled wickedly. "He was buried under a foot and a half of snow. Rigor set in pretty early. He still had his pecker in the hand. From the looks of it, someone stabbed him while he was taking a leak."

"The stab wound in his back was our first clue," Bligh laughed.

"Any sign of Anna or Elaine?" Hunter asked.

"None," Bruce and Bligh answered in unison.

Roy and Hunter looked at each other.

"Then we have to assume that Elaine is alive and somewhere in The Studio," Hunter said.

-

Amanda stared out the window at the lights of The Strip. She could be there having fun partying, or at least cruising for (or as, depending on her mood) a piece of ass. Or better yet, both. Instead, she was locked in a tower room, alone in the big house waiting for everyone to get back, hopefully with Elaine.

The little blonde was never far from Amanda's thoughts. She had no regrets leading Elaine down the path to slavery, in fact, Elaine should thank her. It was Elaine's natural state. The thought of all Elaine had had to endure just excited and aroused Amanda, she only wished she could have seen or been a part of it all. She loved the thought of her former roommate and submissive lover being gangbanged or repeatedly raped by Sam.

She sighed. Elaine was such a good little pet.

Well, she was a slave now, too, and she had better get used to the idea of it. She was owned, but she was owned by Hunter. Why did that make her suddenly wet? She should be mad at him for raping her and enslaving her, but instead she wanted him back here right now. If you were going to be someone's slave, it was good to be his. She could never submit to a man who could not best her and Hunter had easily bested her. He had beaten her, toyed with her, conquered her and raped her. And she wanted him to do it all over again. 

Amanda smiled and said out loud "I am the property of Hunter." It made her feel special, elevated above other slaves. Now she just had to make sure he kept her so she could keep her exalted position as Hunter's Slave. Maybe she could talk Hunter, Master, she corrected herself, into letting her find more slaves. Amanda laughed, she had a vision of the cat she had once owned bringing her a dead bird as an offering. Only now she was the cat and the dead bird would be a beautiful woman.

Amanda realized she was already devoted to her Master. Maybe it just took the right man. She did want him to cut down on the whipping, she was not a fan of that and the best way to cut down on being whipped was to be a good slave. She could do that, she thought and stared out the window wondering where her Master was.

-

Hunter was a little distracted. Not much, but Roy could tell his friend had other things on his mind as well as their current operation. No one else had really picked up on it, but Roy knew the cause: Hunter had a slave. Owning a beautiful woman tended to encourage one's deepest fantasies. Anything you ever dreamed of doing to a woman or having a woman do to you could be done.

Roy missed his slave. Technically she was no longer his slave, but he would always think of her as his. He was willing to admit that he loved his slave. He had always been obsessed with her. There was something about the way she carried herself that made him want to conquer and own her. And her body, what a wonderful, sexy, beautiful, fuckable body she had.

He was also starting to admit that there was a very real chance that she would not be coming back to him. It left a big empty place in his life. He could always buy another slave, but it would not be the same. He had found Elaine; he set her up, carried her away, raped her and enslaved her. A slave he bought would not have the same emotional weight. Make no mistake, he would buy another slave if he did not get Elaine back, a slave was a luxury to which Roy had become accustomed. But Elaine was so intoxicating and addicting.

Well, all of that was later. Right now it was cold and he needed to get ready to kill people.

-

Elaine awoke with that familiar feeling that she had been drugged. There were still some tinglings in her extremities and a wave of narcotic induced pleasure slowly made it through her body. She could understand some of the appeal of drugs, but her thing was her body and things people did to it. Chemicals were a tool to help her get through the hard use of her body, not for recreation.

She scratched her nose. Odd, she thought, her hands were not tied up. She stretched her legs and found that they were not bound either. Out of habit she reached up and touched her neck. Even her collar was gone. That was very unusual and she was not sure what meaning, if any, it had. One thing that was the same was that she was naked. She tried to remember the last time she wore clothes and thought that it was when Hunter took her to the Association bar in Las Vegas. How long ago had that been? She had really lost track of the days, weeks?

It was dark. So she was dark, naked and unbound. She realized that it was dark because the covers were over her head. Taking a deep breath and steeling herself for whatever was out there, Elaine pulled the covers down. She had half expected to see Anna or J.J. or one of her tormenters to be standing there waiting to do something to her, but there was no one.

She sat up in bed and the covers fell from her naked body. She flinched as the blankets rubbed her raw back. She thought of J.J. and snorted. There was one man she could go without ever seeing again. She thought back to what she thought she saw out of the window and realized that she had not seen the curly haired man again. Could Anna have gotten rid of him? That would be too much to hope.

It was light, but not very. A diffuse grey light illuminated Elaine's surroundings. She seemed to be in a cabin of some sort. That did not bode well. Between Roy's line shack and Sam's cabin, cabins had not been kind to Elaine. She was on a couch in the main room of an A-frame. A high ceiling was above with a loft in it. A fireplace was across from her, dominating the room. There was a fire burning, but it had burned down almost to coals and the cabin was getting chilly. Elaine saw a stack of firewood and made the decision to warm the place back up.

She stood and quickly ran across the room to the fireplace. She put a few more logs on then climbed back into her still warm bed while the fire warmed the cabin up again. She dozed for a few minutes then woke again with the heat from the fireplace on her. 

She stood and wrapped the blanket around her like a robe and began to look around. There was a kitchen off the main room and three doors. The first was obviously the outside door, she would check that last. The second went to a bathroom and Elaine gratefully made use of that. The third led to a bedroom, somewhat generic looking but Elaine did note the lack of rings on the bed. She thought that that might be a good sign. The cabin was small, tidy and lacked any sort of character.

Elaine had no idea where she was or in whose cabin she was.

As she came back down to the main room she saw a note on the table she had not noticed before that said "Stay put, slave. I'll be back in a few days." It was unsigned.

Elaine sighed. More mystery. At least she thought she'd be okay for a few days. She began a thorough search of the cabin. The first thing that struck her was that there was not a single piece of clothing in the cabin. Not a jacket, hat, sock or pair of pants was to be found. However long she was going to be here, she was going to be naked. There were no tools or weapons, either. There was an ample supply of food, though little of it was fresh. She'd be sick of canned food by the time this was over. The lights worked and she even found a thermostat for a heater, which she promptly turned to 80 degrees, if she was going to be naked she would at least be warm. There was no phone, no computer but lots of books.

Finally, she opened the curtains and looked outside. She saw white. There was not much wind, but heavy snow was falling. Through the snow she could see a wall of evergreens. The views from the other windows were much the same. She tried the front door and found that it unlocked easily. Out the front she could see a road disappearing into the falling snow and could tell that there was at least four inches of snow on the ground and more piling up quickly.

Elaine closed the door. She was not being tied up or locked in, but she was imprisoned none the less. There was no way she was going to leave with no clothes or boots in the middle of a snow storm. Besides, even if she did leave, where was she and where was she going to go? She had to wait, wait for whomever wrote the note to come back and do whatever with her.

Elaine sighed deeply then got down to business. She carefully took a shower to wash the last traces of Anna and J.J. off of her, made herself some lunch (though she had no idea what time it was, clocks were something else missing from the cabin) then started reading her way through the cabin's library. She was very aware of how sore she was, how her anus and vagina dueled with her raw back for most discomfort. She was going to use this time to rest and heal and hopefully be ready for whatever ordeal awaited her next.

The next few days were welcome relief. Elaine ate well and slept well. She tried to stretch and exercise daily and get her body loose and in shape. Her back healed and the soreness faded from her pussy and ass. By the end of the fourth day she was as ready as she was ever going to be. By the fifth day she began to get a little worried.

The problem was that the storm had not let up. Elaine guessed that there was at least four feet on the ground and while it was just flurrying at the moment, it had the feel of another wave on the way. Elaine was annoyed. If she had just been left boots and clothes she could at least clear a path for whomever. She had grown up in snow country and it pained her to see an unshoveled walk.

She did have to admit to loving lying naked in front of the fireplace reading a book. The warmth on her bare skin, the soft sheepskin rug beneath her stomach and breasts or back were comforting. She had found the liquor cabinet and found that a glass of whiskey or brandy warmed her nicely from the inside, too. She knew she looked very inviting for anyone who made it here. She began to wish that someone would take her up on it, especially after her third drink of the day. It was decadent. She imagined a group of hunters or lumberjacks stumbling in on her like this and making her pay for trespassing.

Elaine was dozing on her side in the afternoon when she finally met her rescuer/captor. A blast of cold air hit Elaine's back, instantly waking her. She looked and saw the door blow open. A form dressed in white winter clothing came in and quickly kicked the door shut. With him, came in an army of snow flakes and cold wind. Elaine scurried for her blankets, more for warmth than modesty.

Elaine had no idea who it was. He (she? the person certainly moved like a man) was so bundled up that she could make nothing out except that it was human. Since the man showed no sense of surprise of her being there so she assumed that he was the one who had left her there.

The gloves came off first, paired neatly on the table. Then the thick parka was unzipped and hung on a hook by the door. He did not have to look for the hook; he was familiar with this place. When the parka came out Elaine could make out his shape and a horrible realization began to dawn on Elaine. When he took off his mask, Elaine knew for sure.

"Miss me, Sweet Cheeks?"

Elaine recoiled. She had not been expecting Sam. She had imagined many, but she did not see how he could have been here. She knew Sam in her bones and knew how he had so totally dominated and pillaged her. Now here he was to do it again. There was no possible escape, no possible way she could win a fight with him. There would be no mercy or escape.

She hated J.J., but she feared Sam.

So why was she so wet? Because she knew what Sam was going to do to her and she knew she needed it. She just hoped she could survive it.

Sam was down to his long johns now and he left them on for the moment. Elaine stared at him, taking him in and readying herself for him. He was in his early 40s, about 5'8" tall and stocky. He was built like a bear, and Elaine knew that under his remaining clothes he had the hair to match. He had his crew cut, there seemed to be a few more gray hairs than she remembered and as she watched his hands she saw a few healing cuts. 

He tossed a couple of logs on the fire and went into the kitchen. He came back with a bottle of scotch and a glass. Elaine thought that he even looked intimidating in his long underwear. The huge bulge in the front certainly did. He sat down on the rug and poured a glass for himself. He sipped on that while the fire caught and grew.

Once the fire had heated up the room Sam stripped and sat back down on the rug. He patted the space beside him. Elaine could see the hairy back now, the tattoos and scars that marked him under his hair. The power in his arms and shoulders was obvious now and she wondered what he would do to her with those arms.

"Come on down here, Sweet Cheeks," he ordered. When Elaine hesitated, he added, "don't make me come get you."

Elaine climbed off the sofa, her blanket clutched around her.

"Drop it," Sam ordered.

Elaine obeyed and stood naked before him. Sam looked Elaine up and down then motioned again for her to sit. She dropped to her knees beside him, trembling slightly.

Sam had been waiting a long time for this and he studied his frightened prey. Elaine Galway was a beautiful thirty year old woman. She stood about 5'2" tall with a slim build. Some would call it an Irish build with a flat stomach, small, firm breasts and long, slender legs. She had dark blonde hair that fell straight down to the middle of her back and a pretty face with full cheeks. Elaine had big, stunningly beautiful blue eyes that Sam loved to see gazing at him. She had a wonderful body, silky thighs and shapely, if a bit thin, calves. She had finely sculpted shoulders and a neck that begged to be kissed and held. And then there was her ass, Sam love to look at it, touch it and, especially, fuck it.

Sam touched her thigh and Elaine jumped. He kept his hand on her thigh and Elaine, like a frightened animal, calmed a little. Sam refilled his glass and hers and handed Elaine hers. Sam raised his glass.

"To you, Sweet Cheeks," Sam said and they clinked glasses.

Elaine drained hers in one gulp. She had already had three for the day and was now getting tipsy, this had the positive effect of relaxing her and helping her let go of her fear of Sam. He took her glass and set both on the table.

Sam kissed her softly, his hands gently cupping her breasts. Elaine let herself relax more and get more aroused. Sam's hands caressed her breasts and thighs, sometimes venturing over to explore her bottom and brush her swollen lower lips.

Elaine took a deep breath as Sam pushed her down onto her back onto the soft rug. His left forearm held her down while his right hand guided his hard shaft to her wet slit. Elaine was able to look Sam in the eyes as he began to penetrate her, but had to throw her head back to keep from screaming as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. Her hands clutched onto his hairy shoulders as she clung on for dear life.

"Yeah," Sam moaned, "I missed you."

Elaine was trembling and sweating as Sam bottomed out and fully filled her. Elaine was helpless to stop Sam from doing whatever he wanted with her and to her. She swallowed and looked him in his eyes. Sam looked back and she saw an animal passion and desire for her in them.

Sam bottomed out, held her for a moment then pulled back and rammed back into her. She yelled out as he hurt her then yelled again as Sam continued his assault. Sam was fast and hard, pounding away at her, driven by his need to possess this woman again.

The orgasm hit Elaine so hard and so fast that she had no idea it was coming. One second she was in agony as Sam claimed her then the next all the pent up energy of the five days alone and before that, J.J., exploded. J.J. could not make her climax, but Sam could. He battered into her over and over before pulling out and rolling her over.

Elaine was barely aware as Sam lifted her ass off the ground with a pillow then resumed his assault on her pussy from behind. Elaine grabbed at the pillow and rug and tried to be as open for Sam as she could. It felt like he was splitting her in half. Elaine came again quickly then was almost to a third when Sam pulled out. He grabbed her hair and pushed his cock into her mouth.

Elaine gagged and flailed as Sam pushed into her mouth and throat. She was caught off guard and could not even catch her breath before Sam's cock choked her off. Fortunately he was just there to finish off and began to cum on his second thrust. Elaine gagged as round after round of cum went into her mouth and throat. He made her swallow it all and he had a lot.

"That's a nice way to get things started, Sweet Cheeks," he said and stroked her cheek, wiping a tear away.

Sam loved having Elaine. There was the pleasure of simply fucking her, but Sam had fucked a lot of women and while some vaginas were better than others, they were still all vaginas. It was what was around the vagina, the entire woman, that was the difference. Sam loved to fuck and hurt Elaine, he loved to dominate her and make her want to be dominated. It was her repressed sexuality, her need to have pleasure forced from her that drew him. The harder and rougher he was with her, the more she screamed and the more she came.




Stealing Elaine Ch. 05



"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. Roy and Hunter are here. Well, not here here, but close by. When I'm done with you I'll go say hi."

Elaine wondered what me meant by that.

"Sam, sir," Elaine said timidly. "May I ask some questions?"

Sam looked down at the beautiful woman he had just savaged, at the surrender in her eyes.

He rubbed her leg and nodded.

"Where am I?"

"In one of Mark's cabins. He would come here when he had business with The Studio. The cabin is about 1 mile as the crow flies from The Studio, but five by road. All of this is somewhere in Alberta."

"How did I get here?"

"I brought you," he smiled as he felt her magnificent thighs. "I'd been scoping out The Studio for a while," Sam frowned. Somehow, he wanted Elaine to understand what he was doing and why. "Do you know about The Studio?"

Elaine swallowed hard and nodded. She somehow knew that Sam would never sell her to them, but a sliver of fear still lingered. Despite all the raping and brutality from him, Elaine knew that Sam would keep her alive.

"I want to burn it to the ground," Sam said and dispelled that fear. Elaine relaxed a little, now all she had to worry about was what Sam was going to do to her. "Mark used to sell slaves to The Studio and I helped him. Sergei and Delrin Ringe would have them after we sold them. I've got some blood on my hands and the only way I can make it right is to make sure it never happens again."

Elaine tried to digest this bit of nobility from Sam, especially in light of all he had done to her. Apparently there was some moral line in him; it just did not extend as far as raping her.

"I got Amanda's text and was about to head out to get you when I saw the camper headed this way, obviously going for The Studio. There isn't any other reason to be within 200 miles of here. Anything that is heading there is bad news, so I decided to intercept." 

Sam smiled. It had been fortunate that he had not left for Las Vegas any sooner.

"Someone dropped a tree across the only road in. When that blonde German bitch went to take a look, I stuck a gun in her face," Sam smiled. "Never come to Canada without a gun and chainsaw. I relieved Anna of you and sent her on her way. I let her keep everything but you and encouraged her to leave before the weather set in. Last I saw she was heading south in a hurry.

"You were out of it, you are a very deep sleeper and Anna slipped you something, so I brought you here and went back to business. I had things to do and I wanted you to be able to appreciate what I was doing to you."

Elaine started to ask another question but Sam cut her off. "That's three. No more for now."

Elaine wanted to argue but knew she couldn't win and she didn't want to be punished. "Yes, sir," she said.

"Lie down on your stomach on the rug and read a book," Sam ordered.

"Yes, sir," Elaine grabbed the nearest, an illustrated tree guide she had been thumbing through earlier and lay on her stomach.

Elaine waited. She really did not care about hemlocks, firs and spruces and neither did Sam. She knew he liked "smart, city chicks" and he was going to be rough with her when he wanted her.

Sam watched her for a few minutes, savoring the view of her perfect ass and legs stretched before him. She flipped a few pages and curled her toes around the rug then stopped on another page. Her blue eyes darted around the page, first going to one picture then back to the text. Her beauty mesmerized him, but it was something he could experience, too.

Sam climbed down on the rug beside her. His coarse hand ran up the smooth, soft skin of her leg, caressing up the inside of her thigh to her butt. Elaine flinched and tried to sink deeper into the rug to escape him. Sam continued to play with her butt, caressing her cheeks and running his fingers down her crack. Elaine tried to concentrate on her book, but the trees were not doing it for her. Elaine jumped when he stuck a finger into her anus, but Sam's strong hands kept her from going anywhere.

Elaine closed her eyes and took a deep breath as Sam began to rub some lube into her ass. She knew he was going to do this to her, but had hoped to delay a little while. Her captor had other plans. She tried to relax herself, especially her ass, but she was scared and that made her tense. Sam put a little more lube in her then pulled his finger out. Now Elaine was worried, he had not spent much time getting her ready. She was tense and not that well lubed. This was going to hurt.

Sam climbed between her legs, kicking them a little farther apart to make room. "Keep reading," he ordered the slave.

"Yes, sir," Elaine said quietly.

Elaine felt his pubic hair brush her as he leaned down. He ran the tip of his massive cock up and down her crack then stopped on her tight brown hole. She cried out as he began to push into her. She tried to scoot away, but his hand on her shoulder held her. One more push and the head of his cock broke its way into her.

"Keep reading," Sam reminded her and forced his way deeper into her ass.

Elaine looked at the book, but her eyes were watering and she could not concentrate on the words. All she could think about was the massive cock boring into her, deeper and deeper and quickly overcoming any feeble resistance she could offer. When he was all the way in, he laid his body on top of hers and his dense mass forced the wind from her small body. Elaine was in pain and she knew that if he fucked her like this, flat on her stomach, it would hurt even more. She hoped he would let her at least get on her knees to take it better. She started to bring one of her legs under her, but Sam grabbed her ankle and straightened it back again.

Sam lifted off of her and Elaine took a breath, but that was quickly knocked out of her as Sam pulled back and then rammed into her. He did it just once, and then held her impaled on his cock. He pulled back slowly and rammed in once more, just to see her respond. Elaine let go of the book and yelled sharply. Her ass stretched and burned.

"My god, I love your ass, Sweet Cheeks," Sam panted in Elaine's ear.

Sam toyed with her. He would thrust hard for five or six times then slow. He pulled all the way out then rammed back into her all the while reveling in her complete submission and helplessness. No matter what he wanted to do to Elaine, he could. He could have her fully and completely. He brushed her hair from the side of her face and kissed her wet cheek then thrust hard into her three quick times. He could feel her body around him and beneath him and she was all his.

Sam pulled one of Elaine's hands under her to her pussy and clit. He started moving her hand up and down and when he took his hand away, Elaine continued on her own. Sam began to pound away at her, each thrust deep and powerful. He had wanted her and now he had her and he was merciless as he took her ass. He was fast, hard and brutal.

Elaine couldn't think. Her whole world was the pain coming from her core and the knowledge that Sam wasn't going to let anything get in the way of using her for his pleasure. She was a slave that this is what her purpose was. She had promised herself that she was never going to regret signing her papers, and even now she held onto that. She was only vaguely aware that she was playing with herself. Her hand seemed to have a mind of its own and she quickly came, or she thought she did, the pleasure and pain where hard to tell apart. Soon there was no doubt, she bucked back into Sam as he violated her, and rolled her face in the rug growling almost animal noises.

Sam came with a loud growl of his own. His orgasm seemed to last forever as he fired his semen into her battered body. She was his, he thought and she thought. He lay on top of her, his cock still in her. Elaine cried and shuddered even as she struggled for breath under his body.

Sam rolled off and lay beside her. He stroked her back with a touch that was surprisingly gentle. He kissed her softly and wiped a tear from her cheek with his calloused finger. Elaine turned to face the fire and away from Sam. She had a long night ahead of her.

-

Anna was back in the United States. She had taken Sam's warning to heart and gotten as far away from the coming storm as she could. Of course, the upper Great Plains were still not a good place to be so Anna was heading for civilization. She had to get rid of the camper and get on with her life.

The trip had not been a total waste, even with the loss of the pretty slave. Anna smiled thinking of the things Sam would do to Elaine. Anna had been able to enjoy Elaine for a few days, she got to kill J.J. and she had all of J.J.'s money. Selling Elaine would have brought her more money, but Anna was not going to get greedy. Especially since Sam had let her live.

The question now was what to do next. There really wasn't anyone else she really needed to kill at the moment and no place she had to be. Anna planned to head to Chicago and figure out her immediate life plans after that.

-

It wasn't long before Sam was ready to go again. Elaine wanted to stall for time, but Sam was having none of it. He slung her over his shoulder and carried her up into the loft. It was colder up there, away from the fire. There was a bed and Sam lay her down on it with her head at the foot.

Sam was uncoiling a rope when Elaine gazed at him. He wasn't that attractive of a man, really, but he fascinated (and terrified) her. He was hairy, Elaine normally preferred her men with less body hair, especially on their backs. She liked some, but Sam was beyond her taste. He was brutish, strong and powerful. The scars and tattoos told of a man who's survived and won many battles.

Sam took a length of rope and tied her hands together. He leaned over Elaine to tie her ankles together. When he did, his huge cock lay right across Elaine's face. On her own, Elaine opened her mouth and began to lick the side of his cock. Sam paused for a moment then finished tying her ankles together.

Sam held onto her ankles and rubbed his cock up and down on her open mouth. He rubbed her smooth legs with his hands while Elaine licked at his huge cock. She was finally responding and initiating with him, Sam was excited that she was finally reaching the point where she craved what he was doing to her.

He let her please him for a few minutes more while he caressed her body, touching her breasts, stomach and legs. He reached between her bound legs and fingered her wet slit. He thought about it for a moment and tied her legs together at the thighs then wrapped another length of rope around her that secured her bound hands to her waist. Even as he did all of this, Elaine kept up her licking, readying this instrument for another painful violation.

Sam pulled Elaine forward so her head hung over the edge of the bed. Elaine saw the world upside down framed by Sam's hairy, powerful thighs. She yelped and jumped as Sam grabbed both of her nipples and lifted. To Elaine it felt like he was trying to lift her whole body by her little buds. She arched her back trying to relieve the pain, but the more she arched, the more he lifted.

Sam let go and Elaine gratefully dropped back into the bed. She reached up for his cock with her mouth, hoping he would fuck her and stop hurting her. Sam had other ideas. He reached down with one hand and covered her mouth and pinched her nostrils shut. With the other hand he slapped her sensitive breasts. Elaine bucked up and tried to escape his hands, but Sam held firm and continued to punish her breasts.

"Shhh," Sam said, "calm down."

He slapped each breast again. Elaine was starting to get light headed. She needed air. She forced herself to calm down and let Sam hurt her. Her nipples were aching now, but once she stilled, Sam let her have a breath. He clamped back down again, Elaine now accepted this calmly and waited for him to let her breathe again. Sam smiled at her submission and let go of her face.

"Very nice, Sweet Cheeks," Sam said and rubbed her breasts. "Who is your Master now?"

"You are, Master," Elaine panted. "You are."

Elaine tried again to lick at Sam's cock. She wanted that big rod inside her, she wanted to be punished and hurt by it, she wanted to be claimed by his cock and owned by him.

"Open up, Sweet Cheeks," Sam said and held his cock before Elaine's face. "I'm coming in."

Elaine dutifully opened her mouth. She licked at the tip held just outside of her lips. Sam held her down with one hand while the other pushed his shaft into Elaine's open and eager mouth. Elaine's happy moans as he entered her mouth turned to gags and thrashing as he pushed deep into her throat.

Elaine had been ready to take his cock in her, but her mind had forgotten the reality of what was going to happen to her body. His huge shaft stretched her throat and completely blocked her air. It was painful and frightening, but Elaine could not do anything about it. She closed her eyes as he slowly fucked her throat.

Sam took his time, but he never took his eyes off of Elaine, he never closed them. He loved looking at her beautiful bound body as he took his pleasure from her. He loved watching the bulge in her throat as his cock slid in and out of her. He loved watching her helplessly pull at the ropes and how her whole body responded to his cock as it claimed her. She writhed and squirmed, but there was no escaping him.

Sam pulled Elaine's legs up and tied them to her hands. Bent at the waist, Sam could rub the back of her thighs and butt better. Elaine surrendered to him, to his hands, to his cock, to his will. She welcomed her rape, her subjugation.

Part way through the electricity cut out the lights went dark. Wind howled outside in the forest and the world was lit by the shadowy, flickering glow of the fireplace. Sam never stopped, never took his cock out of Elaine. Almost agonizingly slowly, he fucked the helpless slave. Long past the point where Elaine was sure she could not take anymore, he came with a deep shuddering sigh.

Elaine swallowed what she could from Sam, the rest dripped down her face. His coarse hands rubbed her soft skin gently now. As his cock slid from her mouth, Elaine looked up at him, but all she could see were shadows on his face, flickering from the fire. 

Sam slid Elaine back on the bed then climbed in next to her. He untied her legs from her hands and Elaine gratefully stretched her legs out. Sam rolled her on her side, facing away from him and pulled the blankets over them. He rolled on his side and pressed his body against hers.

Outside, the storm sounded like it was getting worse. Elaine still was recovering and needed a few minutes to catch her breath. She could feel Sam's whiskey scented breath as he nuzzled at her ear and neck, his few days of stubble prickly against her skin. His hairy body was pressed against hers; his free hand rubbed her body from neck to knee.

Elaine realized again how little power she had. She took a deep breath, let it out and relaxed into Sam's mass. She had never known anyone could want her the way Sam did. His desire for her was all consuming and nothing would stop him from her. He was an implacable force of nature. Elaine ached; she had been penetrated top and bottom, front and back. Her body had been opened for his use, opened for his pleasure. He had made her his. Her pussy was wet, ready to be taken again and she knew it would not be long.

"You're my little pet, aren't you, Sweet Cheeks?" Sam whispered into her ear.

"Yes, Master," Elaine answered.

"Can you ever go back to Roy?" he asked. Elaine could feel his cock stirring against her back. He was almost ready to go again.

Elaine had been thinking of this question a lot lately. Roy had brought her to all this, to her true nature and true submission, but things had gone as far as they could with him. He would never make her feel as desired, as subjugated and as violated as Sam did. She didn't want to be stuck locked in a tower until her owner was horny and needed to fuck her. She needed adventure and fun as well as sex. Hunter had taken her to the mountains, but Roy never took her out of the house.

More than that, Roy did not protect her. Anna had stolen her. He had made her surrender to Sam, knowing what he was going to do to her. He had fucked up her paperwork and left her to the mercy of anyone who could grab her. Roy could not stop Sam from getting her, which had been proven well by now. Sam was a relentless force and Elaine did not really blame Roy for that, but she was pissed off that J.J. was able to have her, twice. Anyone who owned her would have to be smarter and tougher than J.J.

"No, Master," the slave answered. She turned her head towards him and looked him in the eyes. "Sam, don't go tomorrow. Take me and go to Monon, own me. Hunter can do this, let him."

Sam didn't answer, but kissed her softly. He bent her at her knees and forced his way into her wet pussy. Her submission to him was almost complete. Sam looked down on her face and the pain and the desire in her beautiful eyes as he filled her. He reached down to tug on the ropes that held her ankles and wrists to remind them both of her submission.

Sam started slow and nibbled on her ear.

"Tell me what I want to hear, Sweet Cheeks," Sam said to her.

"Fuck me, Master," Elaine pleaded, "hurt me."

Sam pulled back and rammed into her. He wanted to fuck the shit out of Elaine and this position was just not going to work. Still inside her, he began untying his slave.

"Close, Sweet Cheeks, but not quite," Sam tied her wrists to her ankles. He wanted her nice and open for him.

Elaine knew what he wanted from her, but she was not quite ready yet.

Sam kissed Elaine's calves as he climbed between her legs. He pinched her nipples again then slid back inside her waiting slit. He softly caressed her cheek then rammed into her as hard as he could. Elaine threw back her head and yelled as Sam violently fucked her. Sam was claiming her as his, owning her. The intensity of his assault overwhelmed Elaine and she came hard and fast.

She was vaguely aware that Sam changed positions a few times while he fucked her, but her whole world was the hard rod of flesh that pounded away at her small body.

Sam paused then pulled out of her pussy. Without missing a second, he rammed his wet cock into Elaine's ass. She screamed as he painfully bored his way into her and resumed his assault on her. Now the pain pushed her over the edge.

"I love you, Master," Elaine cried out as Sam came in her ass.

Sam slowed and stilled. Every inch of Elaine's body was electric, she shuddered as waves of pain and pleasure flowed and mixed inside her.

"Don't go," she panted, "keep me."

--

Sam was getting ready to leave. It was around 3am. Elaine lay asleep on the couch, exhausted from him. Sam was tired, too, but he could sleep when this was all over. If this was his last night, he had spent it well. He'd fucked Elaine twice more during the night, waking her when the urge hit him and experiencing her beauty again.

She was an amazing woman and his incentive to get out of this alive. If he came back, he would own her. She had submitted completely to him, she was his and she loved him. He had stolen her body from Roy and now her heart.

Sam thought about some of the slaves he had helped wind up with Delrin Ringe. He and Mark had enjoyed them all for a few days before loading them up and shipping them off. Some wound up at The Farm and were then sold elsewhere, some of them wound up at The Studio. He didn't know which, only Mark did and Sam did not want to know. But some of them had wound up in Delrin Ringe's snuff films and that guilt gnawed away at him. He could have, he should have, done something to stop it but he went along for the ride by pretending whatever happened to them after they left Mark's Ranch was not his responsibility.




Stealing Elaine Ch. 05



Those women had been so alive, so warm and responsive and beautiful when he had used them. He could not bear to think about them as mutilated corpses. But that was what they were and he did think about them often. One way or another, he had to finish it. Delrin Ringe needed to die and The Studio razed to the ground. Only by doing that could Sam begin to live with himself. Only by doing that could he be sure Elaine would be safe from him.

-

The visit from Sam had been a productive surprise. Hunter was trying to scout The Studio out, but the weather was making seeing anything difficult. Finally, he and Roy had gone out with some infrared imagining and got a general lay of the place. They managed to drag, slide and carry Roy's machine gun and set it up under a white tarp aiming down at The Studio. Shoot the places with lots of heat and hope you don't kill any innocents was going to be the plan. Not the best plan, but it was all they had, until Sam showed up.

He increased their knowledge a hundred times over. He knew how many people were there, where they lived, the eating schedule and patrol patterns. Hunter and Sam quickly began to revise the plans.

"Keep in mind, these guys are not elite soldiers on razor sharp alert," Sam explained. "They are ex-military washouts, a few rednecks and some mean but not all that competent South American mercenaries. They know that they are in the middle of fucking nowhere in the middle of a snow storm. I doubt that there will be anyone in the guard towers and if there is he will be looking anywhere but into the wind."

Hunter nodded and studied the map. A plan began to form in his head.

"You're sure that there are no slaves there?" Hunter asked.

"They haven't brought anyone new since a Latina a month or so ago," Sam answered.

"What about her?" Bligh asked.

Sam looked him directly in the eyes and silence hung over the room. Finally, Sam said "we don't need to worry about her." Bligh looked away embarrassed. "The Studio takes a lot of juice when they are filming. They need more heat, lots of lights, cameras, sound, all of that. They fire up a second generator when they are making a film."

"Has that generator been on?" Roy asked.

"Not since the Latina," Sam said. "Elaine is safe."

"Safe?" Roy challenged.

"As safe as she can be under the circumstances," Sam said in a tone that said he was not discussing this anymore.

They moved on to other subjects.

"How many?" Hunter asked.

"A dozen with guns, plus Delrin and Karl," Sam said. "Most everyone else is gone for the winter. It's a crappy winter day so I would not imagine that any, except the four on duty, to be carrying. But the guns are around, once the shooting starts expect the rest to be armed." He looked at Hunter. "How do you want to do this?"

"Hit 'em fast and hard," Hunter said. "Two teams. I'm used to working with Bruce and Bligh, so I'll take them. You go with Doug and Syd. Roy is our eye in the sky with his finger on the buttons of all the traps."

"No prisoners," Sam said flatly.

"No prisoners," Hunter echoed.

They spent the rest of the afternoon going over plans then bedded down after a quick meal. It was cold. Even with their tents, sleeping bags and as many clothes as they could put on, it was still cold. No one slept well and it was a relief when Hunter roused them. They had some coffee and a quick bowl of oatmeal to warm up, then Hunter, Bruce and Bligh set out on cross country skis. They were going to head to the far side when Sam, Syd and Doug came in from the near side. Sam's team was going to leave an hour later and Roy was working out of the camp.

"How is it out there?" Roy asked on the radio.

"Crappy. Can't see five feet in front of my face. If your GPS isn't right, we'll be wandering around out here for days," Hunter answered.

"Those are your tracks from your last scouting trip. If you get lost, it's your own damn fault," Roy joked back.

"Shouldn't you be keeping the coffee warm?" Hunter asked.

"It's not my fault that I can do my job while still in my sleeping bag," Roy answered. "Remote killing is the wave of the future. It'll make hundreds of jobs just like yours obsolete."

"Fuck off, Roy," Hunter said.

"Fuck off, Hunter," Roy said and they ended the conversation.

He looked outside and went out under the tarp to help Sam, Syd and Doug.

"You sure you can do this, kid?" Doug asked.

Roy was about to answer when Sam did it for him. "Don't worry about Roy. I've had men on the other end of Roy's work and it's not pretty. The kid's an efficient butcher."

"Thanks, Sam," Roy said. "Follow your GPS track. When you get there, signal me and we'll make the attack. Good luck, don't get lost."

"One more thing," Sam said and handed Roy a piece of paper. "If I don't come back, this is where Elaine is."

Roy nodded and shook Sam's hand before they headed out into the storm. Roy went back to the tent and made sure everything was ready from his end. Visibility was horrible, maybe ten feet at best. His visual cameras got nothing. His IR showed only the bright spots. Fortunately he had some clear moments the day before and had already programmed a few preset firing scripts and could use a map on his computer to track anything else. Once the teams got in he was going to have to be careful to not shoot any of their team.

It was just after dawn when they were both in position.

"Visual is still nothing," Roy reported while the teams caught their breath. "I'll take out the guard towers on your signal."

A few minutes of silence passed then from Hunter "We're ready."

"We're ready, too," Sam.

"Okay," Roy said. "Here's what's going to happen. Ten seconds into each tower then four ten second bursts into the guard bunkhouse. After that, you call it in. Firing in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1."

Roy pushed enter and a machine gun built for World War II hooked up to 21st century electronics opened fire.

"Second tower in three, two, one," Roy said. The gun switched targets and poured one hundred rounds of 30-06 into the second guard tower. A second after that it switched to the bunkhouse and fired ten second bursts. Within a little over a minute the main areas of the compound had been raked with fire. 

The people in the compound had no idea what was going on. The storm drowned out the noise of the gun firing. The guards in the towers had no inkling what awaited them until a hail of bullets cut them down. Five more were killed in the bunkhouse without ever knowing there was anyone about.

Hunter and his team made their way through the fence and towards the bunkhouse to finish up while Sam and his team went to the main office building. That was where any slaves would be held and while Sam was pretty sure that there were none in there, they did not want to take the chance.

The bunkhouse was almost easy. Hunter lobbed a grenade in, they came in after that and shot the last one standing. Hunter stepped into the room while the Brits covered him. A shot from behind one of the beds barely missed Hunter.

Hunter hit the ground and Bruce and Bligh raked the area with fire. When they finished, Hunter sprinted over to the bed and delivered a final (unnecessary as it turned out) killing shot to the wounded man. To be on the safe side, Hunter did the same to the other wounded. Satisfied the bunkhouse was finally clear, they signaled to Roy and headed towards the main building.

Hunter heard a few shots from the office building, then silence and another burst. A lone man ran out of the door Sam had blown open. Hunter knew it was not one of theirs and fired once, hitting and dropping the man into the deep white snow.

-

Sam led the way in. The outside door was locked and armored, but a quick bit of explosives and they were through. Doug tossed in a couple of grenades then Sam slinked into the building. The first two rooms they checked were empty.

Sam heard two sets on footsteps; One running back to Karl's office, the other going downstairs. Downstairs was the actual studio of The Studio. It was where Delrin Ringe did his work. Sam knew that was him.

He turned to Doug. "Guard the door, no one gets out but us," he said.

"Ten-four," Doug said and looked for a good place to hide and wait.

"Come with me," Sam ordered Syd. "Don't get shot and don't shoot me."

The door to the basement, a big heavy metal thing with a grated door after that, was open. The stairs down were dark, the basement impenetrable. Sam weighed his choices and was preparing for a dark assault when it occurred to him to try the light switch.

The lights came on, momentarily blinding Sam, but once his eyes adjusted, he started down the stairs. It wasn't long until he was in the studio room. Sam knew what went on it here, but it still chilled him to set foot in the place. The room screamed evil, the walls covered in sharp blades, hooks and irons. Racks and tables were around the room to hold Delrin Ringe's victims in place. The cameras and tripods were away, but the wires and lights were still there. The floor was tiled, and no amount of hosing and scrubbing could get all of the blood out of it.

Someone punched Sam in the chest. He spun and realized he had been shot. He raised his rifle and emptied the clip at the figure standing in the doorway. A second shot hit him and he dropped to his butt. He dropped the rife and drew his pistol.

"Sam?" Syd yelled.

"I got shot. I may have got him. Don't come down until Hunter gets here," Sam ordered.

Well, he wasn't getting shot again, and that was a good thing. The bad thing was that he had two chest wounds already and that was probably going to do the trick. He was dying, definitely dying. There was no way they were going to be able to get him to a hospital in time.

He smiled for a second. At least he had gotten to experience Elaine one more time; that had been exquisite. What a lovely woman, what a lovely slave. She would be okay, Roy had her coordinates, and they would get her. She was safe.

All he wanted, before he died, was to make sure about Delrin Ringe. He could see the doorway from which he had been shot. It was open, battered and broken by Sam's fire, but the room beyond was dark. He shined his flashlight in but all he could tell was that the small area his flashlight illuminated was clear, except for a small trail of blood.

Sam didn't have much time, he had to know. He crawled forward into the room, light in one hand, pistol in the other. The floor of the studio was old ceramic tile for most of it. Delrin had a nice ergonomic floor matt beside one of the racks, Sam chuckled that the old sadist was getting old, too. The grout in between the tile was filled with Sam's blood now, but there were other layers beneath that.

Sam rested for a moment. Not too much time left, he thought again. He summoned what strength he had left and thrust himself through the doorway.

-

Karl had one big hole in his chest. Hunter gave him the quickest of glances, so the boss of it all was dead. The world was already a better place. Hunter approached the door cautiously.

"Coming in!" Hunter shouted a waited a second before coming in.

"All clear here for the moment," Doug said.

"What happened?" Hunter asked.

"Guy came out of the office, guns blazin'," Doug said. "I ducked for cover and hoped you guys would get him."

"We did," Hunter said. "Where's Sam and Syd?"

Syd came out of the hallway.

"Sam's downstairs," Syd said. "Got shot, told me to wait for help. He doesn't sound too good."

Hunter looked around at the five men there.

"Clear the top floor first. Bruce and Bligh go that way, Doug and I will go that way and Syd guard the door."

They quickly split up and went to work. Within minutes they were sure that there was no one else on this floor. Hunter noted that there were a lot of computers and records in Karl's office that Roy would probably want.

They regrouped by the top of the stairs. Hunter was the first down. When he was in the Studio he called for Bruce and Bligh.

Hunter waited for them. The scene did not look good. He could see a thick trail of blood leading into the shadows of the other room. Something was making light in the room, but Hunter had no idea what. The room itself chilled his bones, this would have to go.

With Bruce and Bligh covering him, Hunter made his way to the door. He set his rifle down and drew his pistol. Quickly, he rounded the corner and into the room.

"All clear," Hunter said.

Hunter flipped on the switch. Delrin Ringe and Sam both lay dead on the ground. The flashlight was on the ground pointed at the half of Delrin Ringe's face that was left. Sam seemed to actually have a small smile on his face.

--

Roy made it into the compound later on a snowmobile. 

The storm had broken and while they still had several feet of fresh powder, at least they could see where they were going. The compound was a crisscross of trampled paths, many with red stains beside them as the bodies were being dragged to a central area for burning.

"They did have a lot of gasoline here," Hunter said by way of greeting. "Enough diesel for the winter and a few hundred gallons of gas for the motor pool. It will make burning this place to the ground a whole lot easier."

Roy looked over at one body apart from the others, covered in a white sheet. Blood stained the white cloth in a few places.

"Sam?" Roy asked.

"Yeah," Hunter said sadly.

They had had an interesting relationship with Sam. He had gone from the toughest enemy they had faced to an ally who had made this raid a lot easier. Roy had nothing but respect for Sam, and a healthy dose of fear, too. Sam may have been one of the few men who could match Hunter in a fight. Roy was glad that he would never have to oppose Sam again, but sad that they did not get to work together more.

Sam and Elaine was a little more complicated matter. Sam had not shown a lot of respect for Roy's property rights over Elaine. But Roy knew it really didn't matter at this point: Sam was dead and Elaine was a slave, not his slave.

"Transportation of friendly corpses is in our contract," Hunter said. "We'll bury him on his ranch."

Roy nodded. He did not want to leave Sam up here with the scum of The Studio.

"Let me show you the office and you can get what you want, then we'll start some fires," Hunter said.

Roy went into the main building. Hunter showed him The Studio downstairs first. They had taken the bodies out, but there was still a lot of blood and guts on the floor and walls. Roy was glad he had been able to help, but felt a little sheepish that he had not actually been here to experience the danger first hand.

"You've taken one bullet for the team," Hunter said, as if reading Roy's mind. "No need to take another. The next one might be fatal."

Roy did not say anything, but looked at Delrin Ringe's torture chamber. It was like his own dungeon in some ways, but while Roy's was to cause pain (and pleasure) with no long term damage, Delrin Ringe's was to maim and kill. Roy had seen one of Delrin Ringe's videos and he felt better about what they had paid to get up here. It was worth it to rid the world of this place.

They went back up to Karl's office. There was only so much Roy needed, so he began to gather stuff together. He removed the hard drives from Karl's computers, any paper files, DVDs or anything that had information on it went into the save pile. The rest of the hardware stayed. There was a safe, but Doug made short work of it and they took the contents with them. By the time the short day was nearing its end, Roy had everything they needed and they began shuttling it back to their camp.

"You ready?" Hunter asked.

Roy nodded. Hunter was letting Roy do this part.

Roy gave Syd a GPS with Elaine's coordinates in it.

"Go get her and take her to Freddie at the highway," Roy said with a heavy heart. "No fucking, just pick her up and take her to Freddie Eel."

"Should I bring her back here first?" There was a gleam in Syd's eyes. He could not get enough of the slave.

Hunter and Roy looked at each other.

"No," they said in unison.

Syd grabbed a bag of warm clothes they had found for Elaine and left on the snowmobile.

--

A waxing half-moon illuminated Syd's ride to the cabin. He was surprised at how bright it was with the new fallen snow. The storm had broken completely, now it was cold and clear. Syd thought about what he had been told to do and he planned to comply with the important part of his instructions. He had some other plans for Elaine first. He would deliver her to Freddie, as he had been told, and see her off to be owned and sold, just like he had before. He personally hoped that Freddie would have as much luck with keeping her as Bill had. But, just like he had before, he was going to rape her first, despite what Hunter told him. How would Hunter know anyway? Elaine wasn't going to tell him.

The cabin was not that far and soon Syd was there. The A-frame looked warm and inviting, smoke trailed out of the chimney into the calm night and light came from the curtained windows. Syd knew that inside that warm and inviting cabin was Elaine. His cock was already hard in anticipation.

He brought the bag of clothes with him and walked to the door. He did not bother knocking, but swung it open and walked in. Elaine was sitting on the rug, facing the fire. Her pale skin glowed from the light of the fire and her natural flush after a night of good, hard sex. Her hair hung loosely down the middle of her back and her beautiful blue eyes turned towards the door.

There was a sense of calm and acceptance about her; she had made peace with where she wanted her life to go and what to do. Sam would be her new Master and Elaine was okay with that, in some way her total surrender to him just freed her from her other concerns. Sam would own her and protect her.

"Where's Sam?" Elaine asked.

Syd didn't say anything but the look in Syd's eyes told her all that she needed to know. Sam was dead. A wave of loss and emptiness hit the pretty slave. She had just realized how much she wanted Sam, how much she needed how he wanted her and what he wanted to do to her. Suddenly, that place inside her that he had filled was empty again.

Her eyes started to fill with tears. Why was she so overcome by Sam's death? He had done nothing but rape and hurt her. She needed that, she needed the man lurking in the shadows ready to pounce forth and savagely ravish her. And he had saved her life twice.

"Come on, get on your knees," she heard Syd say.

Elaine looked and saw that Syd was already undressing.

Now? She thought. She was incredulous that someone could be that callous to her, that he would demand sex from her right now.

"Now," Syd said and lightly slapped her face.

"No," Elaine said softly. "Not now. Please."

Syd slapped her again, harder this time.

"Are we going to have to do this the hard way?" Syd asked.

There was a gleam in his eyes that pushed Elaine over the edge. All he wanted was to fuck her, no matter what she was going through. What right did he have to her? Did he own her? Had her owner given permission? He just assumed that she was his to have.

Elaine suddenly went over the edge. The past few weeks of being stolen, raped, gangbanged, stolen again, raped again, stolen again and Sam caught up to her. Now Syd wanted her, too?

"No!" Elaine shouted again.

The small slave suddenly began hitting and kicking at Syd. Her arms and legs swung wildly while she screamed in frustration, anger and grief.

"Not now!" Elaine was barely even aware of what she was doing except that the meaty feeling of a good hit or kick on Syd felt very satisfying.

Syd was not expecting this. He had been ready for a nice, enjoyable, mellow but tough fucking of Elaine. His pants were open, his cock out and his shirt half open. Her opening berserk rage knocked him back against the door. She got in a good shot on his balls while he was off balance.