1 comments/ 22565 views/ 13 favorites Any Opportunity Will Do Ch. 01 By: shandal This is a story about two people trying to escape a sadistic Human sex Trafficker. There are some scenes of violence and non consensual sex. If you don't like this type of erotica please don't read it. If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggestions for what will happen to the characters in to the story. * The usual noise in the bar was suddenly broken by the screams of women, and the loud shouting of men. Chairs banged as they fell over, the tinkling of broken glass, and the sound of people running wildly looking for cover added to the noisy crescendo that had erupted. Josh swirled around, the beer in his hand spilling over the edge of his glass, sloshing down his black tee shirt, as he peered through the dim bar to see what had caused this crazy chaos, only to be hit full in the chest by a running woman, knocking him over onto his rump, her small body pinning him to the floor. He looked up into wild hazel eyes, fringed by long black lashes and heard her squeak as she struggled to get up on her knees away from laying on top of his prone body. Grunting as her knee pressed down on his groin, Josh's hands tried to steady her, as the loud sound of gun fire echoed around the large room. "Oh my God, help me." She whimpered in a deep Eastern European accent, crawling towards the back of the bar, and aiming for the shelter behind the old cherry wood counter running the length of the back of the room, seemingly the best place to hide at this given moment of madness. Josh looked up across the room, over the heads of all the other patrons in the crowded pub this Saturday night, now lying on their stomachs, hands protecting their heads, men lay over their woman trying to protect them. He stared over at the two thugs standing guns in hands, eyes roaming over the people at their feet, as if searching for someone in particular. Turning around to see the woman's delectable bottom as it disappeared crawling quietly behind the counter, he rolled over very carefully, trying not make a noise or bring attention to himself, and followed her. He could hear the deep rough voice of one of the thugs with the guns shout out, "Katrina, we know you're in here. Come on out bitch and show yourself. Save yourself even more pain and trouble than you're already in. Come on stand up, 'cause if you don't, when I find you I'll fucking make you wish you had!" Josh saw the head of the woman disappear down a hatch hidden by the high and long bar, and quickly moved towards it just as she started to pull the cover closed. Grabbing it and looking down into her frantic face, he pulled the cover back and slid his body down onto the wooden steps leading from the hole, and into the basement below. Slipping the cover until it closed quietly above them, he carried on down the steps, until standing in the dark room he reached out, feeling in front of him to grab the body standing shivering with fear and holding her still to ask her in a deep growl, "What the fuck was that all about?" "We have to get out of here, now. They mustn't find me. I'm dead if they do. Please help me." Josh stood in the dark, his eyes starting to adjust to the dark cellar, the only light coming from a dirty grime streaked window over at the end of the musty area. "What do they want you for?" "Not now, just get me out of here, please." her voice trembled and begged, her hands grasping at his still beer damp tee shirt. "They mustn't get me. I can't go back. I can't. I can't." the last said with her voice breaking on a sob. Gathering her to him, his arm around her shoulders, he felt her body as tremors ran through her, and looking around the room, he searched for some exit they could leave by, noticing another hatch further back. Letting go of the terrified woman, he walked over to the second hatch, and going up the wooden stairs pushed against the heavy wood until it moved slightly. "Over here, quick." and peeping out through the small crack he checked for anyone that might see them emerge, and seeing no one, he pushed open the hatch so that light flooded into the dark cellar. Looking down to where the woman stood, her arms wrapped around her small waist, he held out his hand, and slowly she took it, as they made their way up the steps and out into the dark night. Closing the hatch, they stood in the backstreet, the streetlight illuminating the area, the cobbled stones shining underfoot. "My car is parked around the corner, stay here, I'll go and get it and then come and get you." She clutched at his arm, her nails digging in, frantic with worry. "Please don't leave me." "I'm not. But I need to get the car, and they might see me. You'll be safer if you wait here and I come and get you. I'll open the side door, and you can jump in and we can speed off." "Promise me you won't leave me." Looking down at her, his blue eyes clear and bright, he smiled, and said, "Promise." Pushing her into a small gap in the wall, so that she was partially hidden, he fished into his jeans pocket and pulled out his keys. Walking very fast towards the country pub car park he pressed the button on the key fob so that the doors to his car unlocked and ran the last ten yards, looking towards the doors of the pub as he did so. Jumping into the drivers seat he started the ignition and drove as fast as he could out of the car park and towards the shivering woman as she stood, the streetlight highlighting her fragility as she trembled, looking all around her as if at any moment someone would jump out and grab her. Stopping and opening the passenger door, he shouted "Get in." just as he heard the shouts behind and two quick gun shots, then the shattering of glass. The woman screamed as she threw herself into the passenger seat, and he pushed down on the gas, taking off, his back window now shattered, into the night, the men running after the speeding car, more shots ringing in his ears, unsure just what he had got himself into. * Driving along the dark country roads, Josh glanced over at the woman as she sat sobbing beside him, her white blouse now dirty with streaks of dirt, her short black skirt riding up her slim thighs. She was petite, with long black hair pulled back into a high ponytail, wisps of hair escaping the band, falling around her heart shaped face. "You OK?" "No." "Want to elaborate on that? You hurt? They didn't manage to hit you did they?" Looking up at him, her mascara running, tears streaming down her face, she shook her head, "No." "No what, they didn't hit you, or no you don't want to elaborate?" "Both." Josh took a deep breath, exasperated. He had just risked his life to rescue her and all he could get from her was a petulant 'no' to any of his questions. Driving as fast as he could through the country lanes, he made his way back to where he lived, in the town about four miles away, and to the small flat that he had moved into about a month ago. Pulling into his garage, they sat in silence until he said. "Look, I don't know what you've done to piss off those men, but my guess it was something big. I can do one of three things. I can take you down the police station and we can speak to them, I can take you home, or you can come into my place and explain what just happened back there." He sat waiting, and finally in a small quiet voice he heard her say, "Please I can't go to the police, I've no where else to go." "OK, but once we're in my flat; you're going to tell me exactly why those men are after you, and just what is going on." Getting out the car and closing the garage door, he took her arm, leading her into the apartment block, and up to the first floor where he opened his front door, stepping back to allow her to enter in front of him. Turning on the light, he stepped into the hall, the cardboard boxes still piled up waiting to be unpacked, and gesturing to his left, they entered into his lounge, bare except for a battered old sofa, small dining table, TV, DVD player and a scuffed stained coffee table. Some boxes were piled in a corner, and a large mirror lay propped up against a wall, waiting to be put up, along with all the other possessions that Josh couldn't be bothered to unpack. Walking into the small kitchen, he filled up the kettle, and put in on, grabbing two mugs and with a spoon, placed some instant coffee into them, whilst waiting for the water to boil. Listening to the sobs of the woman he leant back, looking through the doorway to see her sitting on the sofa, holding a brown leather cushion to her stomach, the tears rolling down her cheeks, her body hunched up and scared. "Black or white?" "What?" "The coffee, black or white?" "White, two sugars." and as an afterthought, "Thank you." * Konstantin held the mobile to his ear as he leant against the side of the car, "Don't worry boss, she can't be far away. We'll find her. I've got the licence plate of that guy's car she went off in, and once we trace it, we've got her." The snarling voice of his boss came down the phone into his ear, "You had better fucking get her, and get her quick. I want to see her here yesterday. You understand?" "Yeah, understand." Putting the now silent mobile back in his pocket, Konstantin got back in the car, and looking across at Petre, said, "We'd better get outta here, I can hear the police sirens back in the distance." The car moved off, in the direction of the main town with the two thugs discussing whose fault it was to have missed catching her.. * Alexei slammed down the phone, grinding his teeth, the muscle in the side of his jaw jumping with his anger. Damn fucking bitch. She had been missing now for nearly twenty four hours. When he got his hands on her, he was going to teach her the meaning of pain. Striding across the room, he grabbed the bottle of Vintage Scotch and the heavy crystal glass, and poured himself half a tumble full, before swigging it back, the strong smooth liquor hitting the back of his throat before sliding down to warm his gut. Walking back and forward, he worked himself up, angry that such a small, stupid woman could have escaped him and cause him so much trouble. Looking across the room he saw another woman, this one curled naked and shaking on the couch, her brown eyes wide with fright, her brown lanky hair hanging down around her small hunched shoulders, and sneering at her, he whispered in an measured tone, "Well my pretty little slut, we may have been interrupted, but believe me I haven't even started with you yet!" Walking towards her, he hunkered down beside the couch, his eyes boring into her scared and wary ones, noting the tears trailing down her cheeks, and reaching around to check her bound hands behind her slim curved back, he smiled an evil smile, "I'm just in the mood to break you in slut." The poor woman stared up at the monster, not understanding a word he said as she only spoke Polish. This morning when she got off the plane she thought she was coming to England for a new life, working as an Au Pair, only to be brought here from the airport to a living nightmare, stripped and bound, she cowered in front of the man, his eyes boring into hers, a tight sneer on his face, as he spoke to her in a language she didn't understand. Throwing the glass against the wall, the remains of the liquid dripping down the paintwork, the shattered glass falling to the cream carpet, the man grabbed a handful of the girls hair in his fist and twisting her head back, grabbed one of her small firm breasts in his other hand and squeezed hard, laughing as he watched her scream. Any Opportunity Will Do Ch. 02 This is a story about two people trying to escape a sadistic Human Sex Trafficker. There are some scenes of violence and non consensual sex. If you don't like this type of erotica please don't read it. If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggestions for what will happen to the characters in to the story. * Katrina sat on the sofa, the dark haired man that had rescued her leaning back beside her, waiting for her to speak. The hot coffee was warming and filling her empty belly, but not enough. It had been over a day since she had eaten, and she had been running on adrenalin for the last twenty four hours, ever since she had managed to escape the hell she had found herself in. Ever since she had managed to get away from Alexei. Putting the black mug down on the battered old coffee table with shaking hands, she glanced sideways at the man sitting relaxed next to her, waiting for an explanation, and who knows what else. The last three months had taught her about the wickedness of men, and how they only wanted one thing from a woman, to hurt and take regardless. He probably would be like all the rest. Expecting sex for his trouble. Lifting up her small chin, she stared at him, her small mouth pouting out. "I won't let you fuck me!" "I didn't ask you to." Josh replied, a little shocked at the words that just flew out of her mouth, his right eyebrow raised high. Leaning forward he grabbed her wrist, only to see her wince, and looking down, noticed for the first time the red mark that circled her small arm just below where her hand met her arm. "What the hell is this?" Pulling her arm away from his grasp, she turned her back towards him. "Look lady, I want an explanation. What the hell is going on?" and just like that he watched as her body seemed to deflate and collapse, falling into a dead faint. "Holy Shit!" scooping her up he walked with the small body in his arms and laid her on his bed and running to get a wet flannel and a glass of water, wiped her face and brought her round back to consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open and as soon as she saw him looming over her, and finding herself on a bed, Katrina started to scream, hitting out, desperate to get away, thinking she was back in that nightmare she had been living the last three months. "Leave me alone, don't touch me!" "Hey lady, calm down." Holding up his hands, palms out, he stepped back. "I'm not going to touch you. You fainted. See, I promise, I'm not going to touch you." "Stay over there!" "OK." he walked over to the dresser, and leaning against it, asked again. "You going to tell me why those men were after you? Why they just walked into the pub looking for you with guns, and why my car now has no back window?" Sitting up, she looked across at him. He was a slim wiry man, she guessed in his late thirties, with short black hair, and a rough hard face. Not handsome, but very masculine, dark stubble covered his lean cheeks and strong chin, and his bright blue eyes stared out from under dark brows, one arched high, waiting for an explanation. "My name is Katrina, I'm from Belarus. The men I was escaping from are Alexei Romanich's men. They want me back, as no woman leaves Alexei on her own. Not alive anyway." Shocked Josh asked, "What do you mean. Who is Alexei Romanich?" Lifting up her chin, defiantly challenging him to be shocked, Katrina answered the man, knowing what he was going to think of her. "He runs the biggest white slave trade out of Eastern Europe. He takes young girls who think they are coming to the West for a better life, and puts them in Brothels around Europe. I was brought over three months ago, and until a month ago was working in a house in Nottingham when he saw me and took me for his personal slave. I escaped yesterday morning. The men are looking for me to take me back to Alexei, who I have no doubt will want to punish me for daring to try to leave." Josh stood there, the blood draining out of his face, unable to speak. This tiny woman sitting in the middle of his bed, her head held high, her hazel eyes glaring at him as if he should dare to judge her, had been taken and abused. Of course he had heard of such things. Having been in the army most of his adult life, he had even helped on a raid once in Bosnia, way back when there was such chaos in that country, and he was on a tour of duty there. But to see this tiny woman, and hear her stark explanation made his blood boil. "We must go to the police." "No we can't!" she started to get agitated. "I just want to go somewhere else, maybe London and disappear. Somewhere they can't find me. I'll get some work, black market, and change my name and appearance. Please don't go to the Police." "But they'll help." "No you don't understand." "What? Why not go to the Police? If we go to them, they'll raid the houses where the woman are kept, release them from those places, get them help. They can stop this trade." "No you don't understand. I saw Alexei paying off some of the Police. He has them in his pocket. I saw them at his home, drinking with him. They know what is going on and protect him. If you go to them they will hand me back." Josh stared at the woman sitting on his bed, her small body shaking with fear, "OK, no Police, but I have contacts, I'll speak to them, we'll get you somewhere safe. Don't worry." Katrina sat shaking. Could this be her knight in shining armour? Was this really going to be the end of the nightmare? Suddenly her stomach made a loud noise, the coffee not having filled the emptiness, it was demanding food. "Please, do you have anything I could eat? It's been a while, and I'm hungry." The simple request seemed to pull Josh out of his reverie, and walking quickly into the kitchen he opened the fridge, pulling out the block of cheese and the half loaf of bread, started to prepare a cheese on toast. Sensing the woman behind him, he told her, "I'll make you a quick snack as this is all I have at the moment. As soon as you've eaten this, you can take a bath while I go out to the all night corner shop and get some decent food for you." "Thank you." "I've got some contacts I can get hold of. Tomorrow we can phone them, and I'll see what they suggest. Until then you can sleep in the bed, and I'll take the couch." "Thank you." * Alexei lay on top of the petrified and sobbing woman, his cock rammed up hard inside her, his large hands holding her neck still, as he pumped her deep and hard. "Feel that you fucking slut, feel me you bitch." He chanted as he raped her small thin body, his bite marks on her breasts standing out red against the pale skin. "I own you, you cunt, don't you ever forget it. I own you, Alexei Romanich now owns you, and you'll fucking do what ever I say. Understand?" The sobs and moans of the woman were like music to his ears. He didn't really want her to say anything, just to possess her in everyway, making her aware of him as he took her virginity with a callousness and a heartlessness that he enjoyed. He felt her writhe with pain under him, enjoying watching her tears as they washed down her cheeks into her lank brown hair. Moving a hand from around her neck, he grabbed her breast and pinched her nipple hard, watching the pain increase in her tear stained eyes, her body arched up, her useless hands still tied behind her, unable to defend her body against his onslaught, he smiled and increased the pressure. The night had only just begun, and her nightmare was just beginning. * Josh opened his front door, the bags of food in his hand. Walking in, he heard the sounds of Katrina in the bathroom, and going on into the kitchen he started to unpack the food. Whilst he was out, he had made a quick check of the area, looking for those two thugs, but hadn't seen them. Making sure the garage door was closed and the car well hidden, he had then walked down to the all night store, buying some well needed groceries. These past few months had been a real upheaval, and he realised he had been wallowing in self pity, not looking after himself properly. Looking around at the bare and barren lounge, the boxes still piled up in the corner, he felt ashamed of himself for not getting his act together sooner. Leaving the army and finding his wife had been having an affair with some local bastard had knocked him sideways, but now he had Katrina to think about, it had pulled him out of his lethargy, and some of the old spark was coming back. At thirty eight he was single again, free and looking for a new purpose in life, and tonight, one had just fallen in his lap. Always a thoughtful and caring man, with a strong belief in the right and wrong of life, this small scared woman and her simple statement had lit the fire that was needed to give him a purpose, and his mind was working overtime planning and thinking what to do and how to plot their next moves. After a while he heard the bathroom door open and watched as she emerged, her tiny body wrapped up in his old white towelling robe, her hair wet, falling around her now make up free face. "My God" he thought, "she doesn't look older than eighteen without the make up." Katrina walked carefully up to the man, holding out her dirty clothes. "Do you have a washing machine? These are filthy and I need to wash them." Catching himself staring at her he turned around, pointing to the small kitchen, "In there, be my guest. I'll find something for you to put on in the meantime." and almost running to his bedroom went to the dresser and pulling out of a draw an old sweatshirt and a pair of boxer shorts, went back to find her bent over the machine. "Here, try these. The sweatshirt should be more like a dress for you as you're so small, and you can use the boxers as underwear until yours are dry." Smiling up at him she thanked him, asking him his name. "Josh. My name is Joshua Morrison." "Well thank you Joshua, for everything. Without you I would be back at the big house with Alexei and possibly dead. I owe you my life." "You owe me nothing Katrina. Nothing at all." The two people stared at each other, the silence broken only by the sound of the washing machine as the cycle kicked in. Swallowing, Josh turned around, "It's late, and I guess your must be tired. I'm going to heat up a tin of soup for you, and then I think the best plan is for you to go to bed," turning back to reassure her, "by yourself, in my room! You can put the chair up against the door if it will make you feel safer, but I promise you I won't come in. I'll sleep on the sofa." Giving him a weak smile, she nodded, "Thank you. Again." Grabbing the tin of soup, he started to open it. "And again Katrina, no problem. Go sit down and I'll bring the food in when it's heated." Stirring the vegetable soup as it warmed through he realised he hadn't had a woman to stay with him since he had split up from Angela, his wife, well over seven months ago. Since then he had been busy getting his discharge from the Army, finding somewhere to live and trying to start over. Smiling to himself, he realised just how lonely he had been, and how different it felt to have someone sharing his space. Another person to look after, to hear them move around and not the silence he had gotten used to. Suddenly realising that he couldn't actually hear anything from the next door room, he poked his head through the door, and saw the sleeping body of the young woman lying on the couch, her small hand cupping her cheek, the dressing gown falling open to reveal a round and very pert small breast, topped by a dark pink nipple. Standing staring, the hardness growing in his groin, he realised it had been over seven months since he'd had sex. Stopping himself from thinking such thoughts he went back into the kitchen, turned off the gas under the soup and walked into his bedroom to get a blanket. Placing the blue wool over the sleeping woman, covering up her lovely charms, he turned around and mumbled to himself as he walked back to his bedroom, and stripping off his clothes. "Maybe I'm the one that should put the chair up against the door to stop myself from going in there." Before long exhaustion overtook him, and the two people slept, dreamless sleep, safe and secure in the small flat, unaware of what was occurring that would soon disrupt their feeling of security. Any Opportunity Will Do Ch. 03 This is a story about two people trying to escape a sadistic Human Sex Trafficker. There are some scenes of violence and non consensual sex. If you don't like this type of erotica please don't read it. If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggestions for what will happen to the characters in to the story. * Alexei sat behind his desk in his study, staring at the stocky man who ran his security. "So how the fuck did you fuckers manage to let her get away again a second time?" Konstantin stood looking down at his boss, aware of this mans quick temper and ability to dish out retribution on a whim, "Petre had her at one point, but she managed to get a kick at his nuts and she slipped away. We trailed her to the pub, but she met up with some guy and they got away. We've got his car number and I'll get Marchant to trace the owner in the morning. We'll get them and bring them back tomorrow for you." "You'd better. I want them both, kneeling here in front of me. I want to see her beg for her life. Understand?" Hearing the threat underlying the quiet statement, Konstantin nodded, "Yeah boss. I understand." Alexei picked up the papers in front of him on his elegant antique desk, and without looking up told the respectful man, "Make sure Petre disappears, I don't like the bastard, and he let her go twice. Get rid of him." "Yes boss." and the stocky man walked out of the study, down the hallway, past the expensive paintings and into the small anti room at the end of the hall. "Hey Petre, want to come down to the garage and cut loose, I've got a bottle of Jack Daniels and some really good weed in there." Smiling up at his soon to be murderer, Petre got up and walked with Konstantin totally unaware of what was to about to happen, thinking he was going to have a really good night relaxing, whilst the man next to him tried to remember how many bullets he had left in the gun tucked in his holster under his armpit. One or two. Never mind, it will only take the one, just behind the ear to take his colleague out. * Josh woke up when he heard the woman screaming. Running into the lounge, he found her lying on the couch, asleep but in the middle of a nightmare. Scooping her up he rocked her as she awoke slowly, crying into his bare shoulder, her small body shaking with the memories of the bad dream. "Shhh it's OK. Your safe, its OK." He crooned softly to the woman as he rocked her in his arms. The towelling robe she wore had fallen open, and her small body was visible, soft pale skin marked with dark blue bruises and red welts. Shocked he sat there, listening to her sobs, the early morning light trying to illuminate the gloom in the small flat, waiting for her to calm down. Eventually the crying stopped, until all he heard was the occasional sniff. Wiping her nose with the sleeve of the towelling robe, she started to wriggle off his lap, pulling the sides of the robe together to hide her body, but Josh tightened his arms, telling her softly, "Stay still, I'm not going to hurt you. Stay there." Staying still, her breath tickling his neck where her head lay, he asked her, "How did you get the bruises and the marks on your body?" She didn't answer, just lay there, quiet and compliant in his arms. "Katrina, tell me what happened to you. What did they do to you?" Shaking her head slightly, she whispered "I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to remember." "But you are remembering, in your nightmare. If you tell me, we can share the memory and it will help." Another shake of her head, "I'm ashamed." "No need to be, it's not your fault." After a while she started to talk, her voice soft and slow. "He came to the house where I was held with five other girls. He came with some men. Everyone seemed to be in awe of him, he looked us all over. We were scared. More scared than when all the other men came and looked at us to choose which one they wanted to fuck with." Stopping talking for a few minutes as she gathered up her strength, she then continued, the memory hard to verbalise. "He chose me. I was so scared, he had a look of evil in his eyes, and he grabbed my wrist, twisting it as he dragged me up to a bedroom.... He hurt me that first time.... With his hands.... He liked to see me beg him to stop hurting me.... Afterwards I lay there, while he got dressed and went downstairs. The next thing I knew I was being bundled up and taken with him in the big car with the blacked out windows to his home miles away." "How long were you there at his place?" "About a month, I'm not sure. He kept me pretty much isolated at first, locked in this room up in the attic. Then last week he started to let me down, like he was showing me off. I saw these men. Lots of men. They were subservient to him and I listened and found out that he was the person who owned all the houses and the girls..... I had been working for him." "Do you know how many houses, how many girls?" "No, but I think a lot. He was very rich. The house is big, like an old mansion you see in the movies. Lots of security. Lots of nice things." "What did he do to you Kat?" Smiling a quick smile to herself when she heard her old pet name that her mother used to call her she continued her terrible story. "He liked to hurt me. He liked to make me cry and beg. Sometimes he let the other men have me. The security men. .....When he let me downstairs he gave me to the visitors. That's how I know they were Policeman. He told them I was an extra on top of the payments.... He called me a special bonus. I was being given to one when I escaped. They were all a bit drunk and one of the security, a man named Petre was taking me up to a bedroom on the first floor when I kicked him in the balls and ran. I made it out of the grounds and ran through the woods, until I found the pub. I'd been walking and running for over a day. That's when you met me." "Those men, they worked for him? They were going to take you back?" "Yes. I don't think Alexei lets people get away from him without retribution." Josh sat for a few minutes, his mind turning over, plans forming, before he said. "You must be hungry; you didn't get to eat the soup last night. Get up and get dressed while I make us something to eat." As she rose up off his lap, he realised he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. "I'll slip on some clothes first. You use the bathroom." and self consciously he walked into his bedroom to grab his jeans and a clean tee shirt. * The young girl, who only forty eight hours ago thought she was on the way to a better life in the UK as an Au Pair, lay shivering with fear and pain on the large bed in the attic room. Naked, the locked metal cuff biting into her ankle, keeping her attached to the metal frame of the bed by the long chain, she lay hugging herself on her side, scared and unsure what was to happen to her. Last night the man with the cruel eyes had raped her continually, his big hands pinching and squeezing her tender body until she begged him in Polish to stop, to let her go and show her mercy. But he didn't. He kept on hurting her, forcing her to perform acts that she had not even heard of in her sheltered upbringing back in Poland. Sore she moved her legs, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the pain shot through her bruised and tender groin and bottom where the horrible man had taken her virginity with a viciousness that had her screaming out in agony. Closing her eyes she prayed for help. For if help didn't come soon she believed she would die in this room, a slow painful death. * As Josh and Katrina sat eating the breakfast he had made at the tiny table in the corner of the lounge, he spoke on his mobile, starting to put his plan into action. "Yeah, I need you to come and pick us up; they shot out the back window of mine." Listening to the deep voice at the end of the line, he agreed, "Yeah, your place would be best. They'll be able to trace here through my licence plate. Can you come and pick us up?" Grunting he told his friend, "Make it sooner if you can, I want to leave here within the hour." Putting the mobile back in his jeans pocket, he looked across at Katrina, now dressed in his black sweatshirt, the baggy top swamping her, falling halfway down her thighs. "John is coming over to pick us up, we need to grab some stuff, and then we're going over to his place. I think we'll be safer there." Mopping up the remains of the egg yolk with the bread, Katrina nodded. She trusted this man, instinctively. Something about his calmness soothed her, his inner strength and the kindness he showed her made her feel protected and safe. "Who is this friend of yours? Can you trust him?" "With my life Katrina, and with yours. We were in the army together for ten years, protecting each others back under difficult and dangerous circumstances. John will help us to get you to somewhere safe." Drinking down the last of her coffee, she eyed the sausage left on his plate, and noticing her looking at it, Josh picked up his fork, speared the food and offered it to her. "Here Kat, you finish this off, I'm full." Gratefully she took the fork and bit into the meat, aware of the man sitting opposite her, his blue eyes fixed on her mouth as her lips engulfed the long phallic object. But somehow she wasn't frightened of him at all. He was her hero, the man she now trusted with her life. Any Opportunity Will Do Ch. 04 This is a story about two people trying to escape a sadistic Human Sex Trafficker. There are some scenes of violence and non consensual sex. If you don't like this type of erotica please don't read it. If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggestions for what will happen to the characters in to the story. * John grabbed the battered leather bag, watching as Josh stuffed the penknife into his sock. "We should get going Josh. I want to get on the road before they get here." "Nearly ready, just need to find that old hunting knife." Leaning over a big cardboard box, filled to the brim with the bric a brac of his life, he rummaged around until he found it. "Here it is." Undoing his belt and threading it through the leather holder her redid his belt, the knife now attached to his side, hidden by his tee shirt and leather jacket. "Ready, let's get the show on the road." Calling out to the woman in his bedroom, "Katrina, come on, lets go." Both men turned around as she shyly walked into the lounge, the black sweatshirt hanging down, almost covering the black tight skirt she had put on fresh from the washing machine, her hair pulled back in the ponytail, her eyes staring out from her pale sweet face. John let out a sharp whistle. "Wow, you certainly managed to find yourself a real looker to rescue Josh." Walking over to where she stood, Josh put his arm around her shoulders protectively, "Come on Kat, lets go." and leading her to the front door, took one last look at his home before going out the door and leading the trio down the stairs to his friends beat up old van. Climbing onto the back, and taking the leather bag from his friend, he settled Kat down, and shut the back doors, just as he noticed the black car pull up and three men in dark suits get out. Calling out to the front of the van he told John, "Get a move on, they've arrived." Putting the van into reverse, John pulled out of the parking space, and drove up the road and into the passing traffic, just as the three men crossed the road and walked towards the apartment block. "Jesus Christ, that was close!" John growled, looking behind him in the side mirror, watching as one of the men went around the back of the block and the other two enter the main entrance. "A couple more minutes and we would have had a fight on our hands." Josh held Kat close, stroking her shoulder as he settled her down. "But they didn't get us, and were free and safe. Let's get down to the farm as soon as we can, I want to start to make the arrangements. The faster we can get her somewhere well away from here, the better I'll feel." The van trundled down through the town, out into the countryside, and towards the south. Fields and woods flashed by, along with the occasional small village until they turned down the muddy track leading to John's small farm holding. Bouncing around in the back of the van, the smell of rotting vegetables and chickens, Kat and Josh sat quietly, leaning against the side of the van, her head in the crook of his arm, her legs bent, her slim thighs and calves catching Josh's attention as they moved along. * Konstantin kicked over the television, his anger at missing them a tangible fury. He knew it couldn't have been long since they left, the two dirty plates and empty mugs still sat on the small table, and the smell of shower gel still permeated the bathroom. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Stomping over to the window he looked down at the garages below. "Go and check out to see if the car is gone." He dreaded making the phone call to tell the boss that they had missed catching the girl. Last night he had gotten rid of Petre, shooting him in the head and throwing the body into the big freezer until he had time to get rid of it, and if he wasn't successful soon he had a feeling he was going to join the corpse, now stiff and frozen, at his boss's orders. He watched as the blond man called Ben went to the garage and opening it looked inside before turning around and running back to the apartment. Turning around as he returned, he listened as Ben told him, "The car's in the garage, they must be on foot, they can't be far." Konstantin stood thinking back to when they arrived, did he notice anything that would point to which way they went. Picturing in his mind the scene as they had pulled up in the car, he remembered seeing a van pull out. "No they went in a van, I remember seeing it as we pulled up, I know this is how they went." "A van, did you get the number?" "No, but it shouldn't be hard to trace it, there was some writing on the side." "What?" "Something about fresh eggs and vegetables. Begins with a B. Beals, Bowls, Browns, something like that." "What next?" "Next we go back to the house, find out what business's begin with a B that do fresh produce and go and get the bitch from there." * Alexei fed the naked girl with his hands, placing the pieces of meat into her mouth as she shivered with fear in front of him on the chair. Looking down at her breasts thrust forward by her arms tied behind her around the back of the wooden chair, he sat back. "We need to get your strength up my little 'НЕРЯХА'. I want to have some fun and games with you today, and I want you to stay alert and awake during them." Putting down the plate of leftovers on the floor at his feet, he got up and walked across the room, picking up the nipple clamps from the pile of equipment on the table and walked back towards the quaking girl. "Know what these are?" he held the two vicious looking objects in front of her face, joined by the short silver chain. "This is your new jewellery, you get to wear it bitch, for the rest of the day." Leaning over he grabbed her left breast, pinching and pulling out the nipple as she squealed and begged in her garbled Polish pleadings, as he tightened the clamp on, tightening it until the flesh was pinched, red and swollen, and listening to the squeals turn into screams, he reached across to the other hard pink teat, repeating the process, smiling with pleasure at the woman's pain. Picking up the plate he picked up a cold piece of vegetable and put it in her crying mouth. "Eat up my pretty, every piece of food you drop out of your crying mouth, you get a tug on he chain." and grabbing the hanging length between her breasts he gave a sharp tug, causing her to gasp out, the food dropping out of the mouth, onto the chair between her spread out thighs where they were tied back by the feet to the back legs of the chair, exposing her bruised womanhood for his easy access. * Katrina sat listening to the two men discussing the plan. "Mike Johnson will know who to get in contact with. He worked with that agency in Bosnia and knows the right people. She hasn't got a passport, they took it, and she's probably in this country illegally, so we need to make sure she is kept safe until we get this all sorted and she decides what she wants to do." John nodded, "Mike will be a little difficult to get hold of straight away, last I heard he was in Iraq, doing some stuff with Save the Children." "Can you get the ball rolling?" "Yeah, in the meantime we need to find somewhere else to hide you. The further away from this bastards tentacles the better." "We don't know how far his reach is. She only knows that he has other houses, not where. His reach may be further than we think." "Ever been to the Isle of Wight?" "Nope." "I've got a cousin living there, used to be a copper. Retired a couple of years ago and now runs a small bed and breakfast. Best place as it's like going back to the nineteen fifties, and any thugs that appear will stand out like a sore thumb. I'll get hold of him and tell him you'll be on your way tomorrow. Until then you best rest up overnight and get some rest." Shaking hands, Josh thanked his friend, both men remembering all the other times they had helped each other out of sticky situations. As only men in the forces that have faced death in the face together really can. * Katrina stood looking out into the cold night, tired but over strung from the events of the past couple of months, she couldn't sleep, memories haunting her, the pictures playing out in her head. Josh stood in the doorway watching her, worrying. She had seemed to collapse over the last few hours, almost like she had been living on her nerves and they had now given out. Walking over to where she stood, he placed his hands on her shoulders. "You really should go to bed, get some rest. It might be a long day tomorrow." "I can't sleep. I keep remembering. Seeing the other girls, knowing what is happening to them. Remembering what he did to me." Curling his arms around her so that he enveloped her from behind, he placed his cheek against her head, and told her in a soft voice, "Over the last fifteen years in the army I saw a lot of terrible things, men in Bosnia with their stomachs hanging out, caused by exploding bombs, in Iraq, men with their limbs blown apart, woman holding their dead children, bloody and broken. I know the memories that have happened to me can never compare to yours, but I can tell you this. Although the memories won't ever go, they will fade and become more bearable with time and help. The trick is not to let them stop you from moving forward. Take back your life Kat. Fight back. Stop letting them keep you as a victim or he will still be in control of your life." Turning around she cuddled up to him, her arms around his body, crying softly, and then he heard her say in a small voice. "Will you lay down with me until I fall asleep. I'm scared and I don't want to be alone." Josh leaned back, looking down into her face, a gentle smile on his normally hard mouth, "Yes Kat. I'll stay with you." Smiling back up, she looked up through her tear filled eyes, "You're a good man Joshua Morrison, a very good and nice man." Josh thought to himself, if only she knew how much I want her, she wouldn't be thinking that, and walking her into the small bedroom, he lay down on the bed, settling her against him as she drifted off, totally aware of her as a woman, her small body hot against his through the clothes. A double edged sword, holding her in his arms in a bed, realising he couldn't touch her. Any Opportunity Will Do Ch. 05 This is a story about two people trying to escape a sadistic Human Sex Trafficker. There are some scenes of violence and non consensual sex. If you don't like this type of erotica please don't read it. If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggestions for what will happen to the characters in to the story. * John listened to Mike as he told him, "Alexei Romanich, a bad piece of work. We've tried to get him, but he's a sticky character to pin down. Runs his empire from a big mansion up near Newark upon Trent. Out in the countryside near a small village called Farndon. Calls it Little Russia. We managed to prosecute some of his recruiters, mostly in Rumania and Poland, but we never seem to get anything to pin on him. The witnesses are too scared to tell us anything much. If she is willing to testify we could have him at last." "Josh is taking her down to my cousin's Bed and Breakfast in Brightstone in the Isle of Wight. It's off season, and they should be safe down there." "I'll get my contact in the UN that deals with Human Trafficking to give Josh a call. Give me his mobile number and tell him to wait down there for contact. Expect my opposite number in the UK to give you a call John. His name is Phil Amery. One of the good guys. He'll oversee it all, make sure their both safe." "Cheers Mike. Give my love to your lovely wife when you see her next." "Two more months John, then I'm on leave back in England. Just two more months." * Walking out of the small farm house, he watched as Josh and Katrina stood, chickens running around their feet, as they scattered food about. John watched as Josh placed his hand at the girls back, his body language protective even amongst the frantic chickens. Shaking his head he walked towards them. Always the protector, that was Josh. A good strong man who cared. He had known him for ten years, serving together, playing together, looking out for each other. He knew how he must feel having left the service a year before Josh had, slightly lost, unsure of what to do, trying to find a life outside of the army and its structure. But for Josh it was worse. He had left only to find out his wife had found someone else, been having an affair for years and asked for a divorce. He had worried for his friend, but seeing him now with the young woman, he could see the old spark back, the man he used to work along side of come back, the fight returning, the need to put wrongs right. Striding through the clucking birds, he said, "These are laying hens, not for eating. You don't have to fatten them up too much." "You don't have to tell me they are laying hens. That damn Cock woke me up with its crowing this morning." "You get used to it. It's better than being woken up by the sound of gunfire and bombs." "Yeah I guess it is." The three people walked over to the free range barn where the hens laid their eggs. "Come on you can help me gather up this mornings produce, and then I'll tell you what Mike said over breakfast." * Alexei sat eating in the glass conservatory, spreading the English marmalade on the warm buttery croissants. He loved the tangy Orange preserve, and popped the sweet morsel in his mouth, wiping his lips with the pure white napkin a grunt of satisfaction escaping his mouth. "So we know they were picked up by some farmer, someone with a van, the name beginning with B and from the local area." "Yeah boss." Konstantin stood watching as his boss ate hungry himself. "Shouldn't be too hard to find. We'll find out where the farm is and go down and pick her up." "Konstantin, use your brain. Wait until dark. When their all in bed. Remember the element of surprise. They won't be expecting us, and we can surround the farm with the men. Get them at their most vulnerable." "You want us to kill the man?" "No. I want to do that myself. I'll come with you on this. Should be a pleasure to see her face when she realises I've caught her." Konstantin felt a pang of sympathy for the woman. Alexei wasn't a person to tangle with. He felt sure that the woman was going to pray for death after his boss had played with her for a while. * The Polish girl lay on the bed, spread eagle, her limbs tied out to each corner. Her body hurt all over. Her nipples were sore and throbbed, and her muscles, unable to move screamed for relief, stretched and held still, she could only lay, her mouth gagged, waiting for the next bout of pure hell. Last night he had raped her while she lay, unable to move and relieve the pain his hard cock was causing her sore and bruised vagina. Each time he thrust into her was painful, and her now raw clitoris, dry and unprotected stung, as her thighs pulled apart stopped her from moving and giving herself any respite. She lay there looking up at the high beams above her, the metal hooks ominous as they hung down from the heavy wooden struts, with chains attached. Closing her eyes she tried to sleep, to close her mind to the terror, but her pounding head and the pain in her small body kept her awake, listening for the sound of the key in the lock and the return of the evil man who seemed to like to hurt her. * Katrina sat, still wearing the black sweatshirt, its long sleeves rolled up, her feet tucked up under her. She watched as Josh and John lent over the table plotting the route they had to take to get to his cousin. Looking at Josh she wondered how she had ever thought him not handsome. Admiring his strong features she took in his high cheekbones and the now thick stubble almost running into a small beard with its growth. She liked his raw masculinity, his casual acceptance of how he looked. His black hair cut short, wasn't really styled, just short, as if he had lost patience with the barber and walked out mid hair cut, and his tee shirt was old and faded as were his jeans, but they were tight enough to reveal a slim muscular build, hard curved chest muscles and flat belly. His long arms ended in big strong hands, and his thighs were long and strong, jeans riding low on his slim hips, his bottom small and sexy. Shocked at her sexual appraisal of him, she squirmed in her chair. Last night he had lain there on the bed, holding her close, giving her the comfort that allowed her to sleep, and in the morning she had woken to find him gone, alone and wishing he was there. Castigating herself, she told herself that she had been sexually used enough over the last three months that she shouldn't be thinking of a man in any sexual fashion, but with Josh she just felt so safe, that she was attracted to him. Maybe it's true what Alexei had kept telling her. She was a born slut. Or maybe the abuse she had suffered had made her one. Either way she knew she wanted to feel what it was like to make love with a man she liked and wanted to touch her, and she realised she wanted to make love with Josh. Josh looked down at the map, plotting the route so that it would take them down as quickly as possible to the ferry at Portsmouth, and then across to the Isle of Wight. "If we stick to the A1 we should reach the south and the M25 in a couple of hours, depending on the traffic, say another hour and a half to get around to the A3 and then down to Portsmouth another hour, maybe and hour and a half. What time is the last ferry?" "Last ferry to Fishbourne is ten o'clock. They run every half an hour until then. Fishbourne to my cousin should take another hour across the Island." "We'd better leave straight after we've had some lunch." Looking across to Katrina as she sat curled up by the fire, "Can you be ready to leave Kat as soon as we've finished eating?" Nodding she arose, her eyes big and wide, watching him. Feeling the warmth spread out from his stomach to his groin he turned away, ashamed and embarrassed that his libido was getting out of hand. This poor woman had been through hell and here he was, every time he looked at her getting the most erotic thoughts. "John, is the gas tank full in your car?" "Not sure, you might have to fill up before you get on the A1. There's a garage down the road." "I'll go do it now." and grabbing the keys he strode out towards the side of the farm where the van and car stood waiting, leaving Kat and temptation back in the farmhouse. Any Opportunity Will Do Ch. 06 This is a story about two people trying to escape a sadistic Human Sex Trafficker. There are some scenes of violence and non consensual sex. If you don't like this type of erotica please don't read it. If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggestions for what will happen to the characters in to the story. * After an hour they hit some traffic and Josh's normally even temper started to rise. They had sat in silence for most of the journey so far, and he was so aware of the woman sitting next to him it was hard to concentrate on driving. Her short skirt revealed her slim curvy legs, and he had always been a leg man. Reaching across to turn over the radio station to find a traffic report, he muttered to himself under his breath, and as he did he noticed Katrina flinch. Cursing himself he realised she had picked up on his bad mood and was nervous of him. After all she had been through this last three months with men, he wasn't surprised. Slowly the traffic started to move and clear and again they sped down the A1, the silence between them growing heavy. Trying to think of something to talk about to break the silence, Josh struggled. He had never been good at small talk. Living amongst men in the army he had always been at ease with male type talk, but women, now that was something different. They were a different species, and he had never really found it easy to talk to them, not even the ones he had worked alongside of. Eventually Katrina broke the silence, "What do you do?" "Mmm?" "What do you do? You know, what job do you do? You seem to be able to just take time off to help me." Josh sat driving for a minute before answering. "I'm currently unemployed. I left the army nearly a year ago and was working down south for a security firm but my marriage broke up and I moved up north a month ago. I've applied to a number of firms and I'm just waiting to hear back and get some interviews." "In security?" "Mmm, until I can decide what else I want to do. I'm kind of trying to find myself I guess. A complete change of life. New job, new home, new life." Looking across at the young woman, sitting there swamped in his sweatshirt, her sweet face devoid of makeup and looking like a college student. "What were you doing back in Belarus? Were you at college?" Looking down at her hands, she answered, "No. I worked in an office. But I thought I was bored and wanted to see the world and travel. I applied for the job of an Au Pair when I read about it in an advert in the paper. Look where it got me." Reaching across to place his hand on hers, he reassured her, "It's all over now. Your safe and we'll sort everything out. Your family will be pleased to see you again." "My family can't know what happened to me. It would kill them," * John was talking on the phone with Phil Amery, "They left a couple of hours ago, should be with my cousin mid to late evening." "Give me the address and I'll make sure an operative at the Portsmouth base goes over to look after them. I'll contact the relevant departments within the Police and Home Office and get the ball rolling. Any idea where the original house she was placed in is?" "Only that it was somewhere in Nottingham. Josh says she didn't know much, just that she was taken there straight from the airport and then to Romanich's place." "OK. When we interview her they may be able to work out where in Nottingham. But until then I'll make sure we have a team keeping an eye on Mr Romanich and any movements he makes." "Josh says some Police up here are on the take. Any involvement with local and he'll find out." "Thanks for the tip. It will take a while to set up and get a fresh team up there then. But as soon as we do, any movement he makes and we'll have him." * The young Polish girl lay curled up in bed, the chain around her ankle keeping her fixed to the heavy iron bed frame, just a couple of feet of chain allowing her a little movement, but not enough to leave the vicinity of the bed and to reach anything else in the room. Her body ached and she knew she had to escape or she would die here up in the room. Sitting gingerly up she looked around the room and saw the small attic window at the far end of the room. Looking back down at the chain and the metal cuff around her ankle she started to cry. If only she could get free of the damned thing and get to the window, she could crawl through it and be free. The chain was attached to the bed by some sort of eyelet that was screwed onto the metal. Tugging as hard as she could at the chain she tried to pull it free, but it stuck fast. Getting up onto her feet she peered over at the table, looking at all the nasty things that made her skin crawl. Things she knew that evil man was going to use on her if she didn't escape soon. And then she saw it, and she knew that if she could get over to the table she would be able to get free. But how to get there! Between her and the table was only a matter of five feet, but it could be a mile away unable to move away, chained to the heavy bed. Sitting down she stared across at the table, the key to the metal ring around her ankle sitting there amongst the whips, vibrators, nipple clips, leather cuffs and gags. Small it looked like the most precious thing she had ever seen. But how to get hold of it? That was the question. * Alexei and his men were getting ready to pay a visit to the farm. Konstantin had found that there were two farms that sell eggs and vegetable produce in the area, Bewley's and Brewers. Bewley's was a large spread, Corporate owned, and with a large staff living on site. The other a one man local business that had been started a couple of years ago by some ex army man called John Brewer. Alexei knew that this was the one. He felt it deep in his gut, and his instinct was never wrong. That and his ability to read other people had got him where he was today. Instinct, the ability to read people, and a ruthlessness that knew no bounds. Looking at himself in the antique mirror, he stood sideways admiring himself. Forty eight he had kept himself in good shape, working out to keep his body strong, his dark blond hair now thinning, he wore it slightly long, his grey eyes were cruel and piercing, as if they could see into a person's soul. He knew this was a good thing, as each of his enemies had found out. Spilling their guts with just a look from him, they saw the cruelty and the coldness reflected back at them, and would try to placate his taste for vengeance, telling him the information he required. It never worked; he got what he wanted and then would enjoy their painful end. * Katrina watched the other passengers on the Ferry as they sat there bouncing along on the choppy waters of the Solent between Portsmouth and the Isle of Wight. Sitting at tables and in little booths, people were reading newspapers, eating food, talking and sleeping. Going about their everyday business, clean lives, not tainted like hers. Feeling dirty she hung her head, ashamed and wondering if they could tell. Was it obvious to them, to these everyday people what she had become? Josh walked over, a tray in his hands, coffee and some sandwiches. "I wasn't sure what you would like, so I got cheese and tomato and a prawn and salad. They both look like they're a little limp. Which do you want?" Looking up with teary eyes, she said, "I don't care." Melting Josh's heart. Sitting down next to her in the little booth on the plastic seat he hugged her to him, "Shhh, its OK, your going to be safe. I told you you're going to be safe." "I'm dirty. No man will want me. Not now, not ever." Pulling her to him tighter he murmured, "That's not true Kat. You're beautiful and it's not your fault, you're a victim. Your whole life is before you. You'll see. Give it time. I promise it will get better." They sat there on the ferry, the coffee and the sandwiches forgotten, the man and woman hugging each other, lost in their own tragedies, as the ship moved on towards the Island, cutting through the cold choppy waters that divided it from mainland Britain. * Phil was busy making arrangements, speaking to the correct people to set the ball rolling with the Home Office and Scotland Yard, whilst sitting opposite him was his assistant Mark who was also busy on his phone talking to the OSCE, the Organisation for Security and Co-Operation in Europe, which is the leading agency fighting Human Trafficking. Each man was busy liaising with their contacts, working to bring down Alexei Romanich and his evil empire, and to free the people forced to be sex workers against their will. Mark listened as the woman at the other end of the phone told him the contact numbers of agencies who will help to arrange for counselling, care management, medical help and to help restore lives and offer support to the woman once they were free. Explaining to Mark that the exploited woman would have post traumatic stress disorder, and suffer shame and grief, as well as possibly carrying sexual diseases that would need to be treated, he listened, writing down notes, highlighting the best contacts to bring in, and shaking his head with shame at some men's inhumanity towards woman. * Sitting huddled on the Ferry, the man and the woman, unaware of all the action occurring behind the scene, sat in silence, the fluorescent glare above them cutting out the ability to see through the windows at the shoreline approaching them. All Josh could see was his own reflection, holding the lovely woman in his arms, her long black hair under his chin, the sweet smell of shampoo drifting up to tickle his nose and permeate his senses. It was at that moment that he realised he was falling in love. Any Opportunity Will Do Ch. 07 This is a story about two people trying to escape a sadistic Human Sex Trafficker. There are some scenes of violence and non consensual sex. If you don't like this type of erotica please don't read it. If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggestions for what will happen to the characters in to the story. * As Josh drove down the small country roads Katrina stared out the car window at the passing scenery. Little cottages, looking just like a picture postcard flashed by, and in the dark she could just about make out the hedges lining the road. She looked at Josh as he yawned, he had been driving for most of the day and part of the evening, looking shattered he pushed on, his eyes now red rimmed with tiredness and the strain of trying to see the road ahead in the dark. "Would you like the last piece of chocolate?" she asked him, leaning in to the back seat where the bottle of water and the bar of chocolate he had bought for them at the ferry terminal before they set off across the island lay. "Thanks, maybe the sugar will give me a little bit of a rush." Opening his mouth he felt her fingers against his lips as she popped the chocolate chunk into the opening. A shudder of sexual arousal ran through his body, and as he ate the sweet melting chunk in his mouth he thought to himself, 'that sure woke me up!' It seemed the smallest gesture she made, just looking at her, smelling her and touching her in the most innocent way was playing havoc with him now. Hating himself for feeling like this when she had been through so much horror, he tried to stop the feelings, but it seemed the more he fought it, the more it was settling into his very soul. Next to him Katrina laid her head back against the head rest, and closing her eyes tried to blot out her need for Josh. Was it because he had rescued her she wanted him, or was it just a need to feel someone that she cared for to make love with her, to give her back her power of choice and to feel the pure pleasure that making love can give, as opposed to the sex and abuse that had been her life for the last three months. * As the car travelled across the miles to the small village at the South of the island, Alexei and his men climbed into their cars, getting ready to drive the hours drive to raid the small farm and get the girl and the man who had helped her to get away from him. Starting off, Alexei sitting in the lead car, the other two cars full of men followed behind, the convoy sweeping along, long sleek cars with windows blacked out, mysterious and threatening, they moved along as one. * John walked around his small holding, checking the hens and locking them up for the night away from the odd fox raid. As he walked back from the barn he thought he heard the sound of vehicles on the old muddy track leading to the farm, and running back to the house, he grabbed the shotgun and bullets and climbed up into the old house's attic, sliding his body behind the big old water tank situated in the far corner. If they decided to come up through the attic hatch he wasn't going without taking some of them with him. Positioning himself on his belly, he realised he was enjoying the buzz of danger as the adrenalin ran through his veins. An old and welcomed friend, the feelings that ran through him made him feel alive for the first time since he had left the army, and he realised that for the last two years he had been living a bland and careful life. If he got out of this mess, he vowed he would sell up and then sign up again. * Laying on her naked front, her leg pulled out behind her where it was attached by the chain to the bed, the Polish girl swiped the leather cuff and straps out towards the leg of the table now a few feet away. She had joined the four pieces together after un-strapping them from the four corners of the bed. Last night they had held her still for his assault on her body; today they were going to help her escape. Out the long leather went in a wide arc, with the heavy leather cuffs at the end, trying to catch the leg. Holding her breath as she watched it curl around the table leg, she pulled it towards her, only to watch helplessly as it uncurled from around the leg and uselessly she pulled it back towards her. * At the main office in Nottingham a group of men gathered, being briefed by their superior. "You have all been handpicked for this special team. Each and every one of you are trusted by your superiors, and recommended to me." The men and woman all sat around, leaning on desks or standing, their arms crossed, waiting to hear what was going on. "Were going to brief you on your roles and the background so that there is no mistakes made. I need each and every one of you to be aware; this is a real chance to take out a leading figure in the sex trade, and to close down a number of houses across the country. I want to get this bastard, and I want his every move over the next weeks monitored. All his thugs followed and everything meticulously recorded and photographed. There will be lots of overtime and if any of you think you're going to get much time to see your families, forget it. This team is your family for the next month or so. " A murmur went out across the room, and he looked out at the team. "Right, our target is a Russian called Alexei Romanich. He runs a Human Trafficking organisation from his mansion not far from Newark upon Trent, and we have a woman who has managed to escape from him. She's on her way with someone called Josh Morrison, the man who helped her to escape, to a safe house in Brightstone, a small town down in the south coast of the Isle of Wight. Our counterparts in the south are going down to interview her in a couple of days to find out what she knows about the addresses and people involved, and to get the evidence to get Romanich, and in the meantime we are going to do surveillance up here. We are going to do it like this, three teams, eight hours on surveillance duty, four hours back here on paperwork, twelve hours off, but on call." Stepping over to the white board he started to brief the team, giving times, dates, addresses and names of people. Watching at the back of the room one of the cops sat listening, taking it all in, biding his time to make the phone call and the information he knew Alexei would pay him a real bonus for giving him. * The bed and breakfast cottage was sweet, with four rooms available for tourists to use. Thatched and made of stone, it sat back from the road, hanging baskets and climbing ivy decorating the outside of the pretty building. John's cousin, Dave was an older man, grey hair and podgy face topping an overweight body. Smiling broadly he welcomed the tired travellers into his home, and showing them up to the two rooms, joined by a connecting door, he asked them if they were hungry. Looking across at Kat, Josh nodded. They hadn't gotten round to eat the sandwiches on the ferry and all they had eaten in the last eight hours since lunch at Johns had been a couple of bars of chocolate. "Food would be good, thanks." Watching as Dave walked out the door, he then looked across at Kat, standing leaning against the wall as if she was going to drop. "Lay down and I'll bring your food up to you. You need to rest." Kat walked into the other room, the double bed covered in a flowery bright pink duvet, pillows stacked up at the end, the matching curtains covering the small lead window panes, the sweet smell of roses permeating the room from the small pot pouri on the pretty dressing table. Sitting on the end of the bed she fell back, exhausted, and that is how Josh found her as he walked in, a tray of cold chicken and salad on two plates. Putting down the tray on the dressing table, he leaned over her and whispered, "Kat, wake up. Eat the food and then you can sleep." Opening up her eyes she smiled up into his face, her arms curling around his neck and pulling him down, kissed him. "Make love to me Josh." She pleaded, "Make me feel clean again." Pulling back he told her, "Kat, do you know what you're saying?" "Yes, I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside of me. I want to make love with someone of my own choice. Someone who cares if I live or die. Someone I trust. Someone who isn't paying to use me and hurt me. Please Josh. Make love with me and give me back my body." Stroking back her hair from her face, he whispered, "Are you sure." "Yes I'm sure." and he watched as she lifted up the big baggy sweatshirt, and took it off over her head, revealing her small round breasts, hard dark nipples tipping the soft white flesh. On the delicate skin of one breast there were two red welts, dreadful reminders of her ordeal, stark and obscene. Josh lowered his head to kiss the ugly marks, a soft and gentle kiss, light and sweet, before he raised his head and settling his body over hers, he kissed her, his mouth open, tongue searching for hers, as he gave in to his need, and her wants. Any Opportunity Will Do Ch. 08 This is a story about two people trying to escape a sadistic Human Sex Trafficker. There are some scenes of violence and non consensual sex. If you don't like this type of erotica please don't read it. If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggestions for what will happen to the characters in to the story. * Josh pulled back from the kiss and looked down at Katrina as she lay under him. Her long black hair spread out around her heart shaped face against the pink flowery duvet, the pale skin of her slim torso marred by a dark blue bruise on her upper arm, and the two red welts on her breast, and with shaking hands stroked her gently, as if she was made of glass. "I'll never hurt you." he whispered. "I know." she replied, her hand rising up from where it lay by her side to stroke his cheek, the stubble rough against her fingers. "I know." Bending his head he kissed the tip of her breast before taking the hard dark nipple into his mouth and nibbling, hearing her gasp and arch her back, not in passion but as if in pain he Lifted his head, looking down at her with a quizzical look. "Did I hurt you?" Smiling to reassure him she shook her head slightly, "No, it's just that I'm a little sore there still." Biting her lip, she tried to explain, watching his face for any revulsion, "he made me wear nipple clips, to cause me pain, tight and painful. My nipples are very sensitive." Josh stared down, looking at the two small buds, and then to her beautiful hazel eyes. "Kat, are you sure you want to do this? After all you've been through. I'll understand if you want to stop." "I want you to make love with me. I want to feel good about myself, knowing that I've chosen to make love and if it hurts me a little, I don't care, at least I'll know that any pain I feel will be made with care, and not deliberately." Kissing her again, Josh's hands swept up her body, until his hands were behind her shoulders. Turning over onto his back he lifted her to lay over him, letting her have control, aware that she may need to feel that she had the freedom to move and do what ever she wanted. Kat sat up, sitting astride his hips, her small hands lifted his tee shirt up and over his head, her fingers then sweeping over his chest, burying themselves into his wiry hair that was sprinkled across and down the centre of his tight muscular body, down past his navel to disappear under the blue denim of his jeans. Small sharp nails scrapped against his skin, rasping over his own small hard buds, the nerve endings jumping with pleasure, waves of hot tingling sensation assaulting his body. Holding her around her waist his thumbs moved rubbing her the skin of her belly, as he looked up at her, her high firm breasts leaning forward as she lowered them down towards his mouth. Using his tongue he licked the rigid tip that she offered, careful not to hurt her, then seeing her head arch back, and pressing the breast deeper into his mouth, he took the end of her breast and suckled it, lathering the bud inside his mouth, causing her to moan in pleasure. Cupping the other breast he gently squeezed, his thumb running over the other nipple, feeling it harden as Kat gasped, the pleasure and pain starting to mingle, to become one. * While the two lovers lay upon the bed, learning about each others bodies, the young Polish girl lay on her naked belly on the floor, her leg pulled taut behind her attached to the metal bed frame, the long leather straps with the heavy cuffs in her outstretched arm, trying to catch the table leg and pull it towards her. Her right arm ached from the effort and the metal around her ankle was rubbing her skin raw, but all she could think of was pulling the table close enough to get the small key and undo it to enable her to escape. It was now dark in the attic room, with a slither of light coming through the small window. The window she knew was her exit from this nightmare to the outside world. It had been many hours since she had heard any movement outside of the locked door and she was hungry and thirsty, but still she worked, continually throwing the long strip of leather to curl around the leg and pull it towards her, trying to get it to move. Sometimes it did, an inch or so, before the leather and cuff uncurled from around the leg until she managed to do it again and move it a fraction of an inch closer towards her. Slowly the table was coming towards her, bit by bit, closer and closer. Hour after hour she worked, tired and scared. Her focus and resolve never wavering. * Alexei and his men stood inside the farm house, searching for the girl and the bastard who helped her escape. Kicking over a chair, he stormed into the kitchen and sweeping his arm along the counter in a temper sent the plates and mugs sitting there to crash to the floor, before storming out and shouting to his men. "Burn the place down, flush the cunts out." Striding outside, he watched as his men obeyed his instructions, hands on hips, legs spread out wide. If they didn't get out they would burn to death, and if they ran out he would get them. Smoke started to stream out of the door, as he stood waiting, watching, the trap sprung. * Back in Nottingham a lone cop kept trying to get some time alone to make the phone call to Alexei, so that he could warn him of the impending surveillance of his mansion, but each time he tried to get a chance someone was always there. Cops were preparing for the operation, talking on phones, getting paperwork together, running back and forth, and he stood at his desk, pretending to read a report, trying to think how he could get hold of Alexei without being caught. * Phil Amery was speaking to his counterpart in Portsmouth. "Damn, you say the last ferry has run across? Any chance of getting a lift over on another boat? We need you over there now. She needs protection and being interviewed as soon as possible." "We can get the local force to start the protection overnight; I'll give them a call to get it going, and I'll get the authority to sail across. Should take us a couple of hours in the morning to get a small team together, and the ferry to get us across, say about late morning. When will you be there?" "I'm leaving tomorrow morning and meet up with you about lunchtime. I've spoken to the home office and their getting their side together. If we can get him and bring him down it will be a big feather in the minister's cap. Lots of publicity. He doesn't want this screwed up and wants to be kept in the loop the whole time." "Grabbing the glory?" "Yeah, you know Politicians; it's what they're good at!" * Kat wriggled out of her small black skirt, the jersey material moving down her slim hips and thighs, revealing the small thong hardly covering her black curls and womanhood. Behind the tight denim of his jeans, Josh's hard shaft was growing, straining against the material for release, and his heart beat in his chest, his breath coming fast, his once tired eyes now hot with passion. "Kat, your so exquisite." he breathed out on a sigh, and sweeping up he held her in his arms, hugging her to him, his face buried in her shoulder, "Like everyman's dream come true." Running her hands into his short hair she pulled his head back, kissing him deep, rubbing her crotch against his groin, until she could take no more and her hands slid down between them to undo his jeans, and scooting off his lap she stood pulling off his jeans and shorts to reveal his manhood. Standing up hard, nestled in its bed of black pubic hair, the long shaft, dark and throbbing glistened at the tip, waited to enter its mate. Kneeling down, Kat took the hard shaft into her hand, and leaning forward kissed the tip before taking it into her mouth, her tongue swirling over the throbbing penis, making Josh moan, the pleasure pooling in his groin, intense as he felt her warm wet mouth suck and lick at him. Raising his hands to her head, his fingers burrowing into her hair, his head leaning down over her, he watched as her head bobbed up and down working him, giving him pleasure. "Kat....." eyes closing he gave into the wonderful sensations assaulting him as she worshipped him, saying thank you for saving her life in the only way she really knew. * The smoke in the attic was getting too thick to ignore, and coughing John made the decision to leave and take the chance out with the Alexei and his thugs. Holding the gun in one hand he slipped through the attic hatch and dropped down into the hallway, flames crackling around him. Running to the stairs he jumped down to the ground floor just as the stairs gave way and ran towards the front door, the smoke burning his lungs as he went, his home being destroyed by the fire that Alexei's men had set. Running out into the night and gasping to get fresh air into his straining lungs he never saw the hard length of wood as it was swung down against the back of his head by Konstantin, knocking him out, his body falling to his knees before dropping forward unconscious. * Kat sucked Josh deeper into her mouth, moving her head, the hard shaft growing inside of her, the tip touching the back of her throat, moving Josh closer and closer to coming, his hips thrusting up towards her downwards movements, his grunts and moans deep in his chest, telling her how much pleasure he was getting. The hands in her hair tightened at the same time his balls in her hand did, his hips stilling as the warm thick cum shot into her mouth, down her throat, tasting salty it filled her mouth as she swallowed, then licked him clean. Kneeling back she looked up into Josh's blue eyes, to see the love there, instead of the sneering power of ownership she had seen in Alexei's face over the past month, or the total indifference of all the men that had used her in the house in Nottingham that she had been held at for the two months before, and she knew she was going to be alright. Josh would always look after her and keep her safe. He would never hurt her. He was her protector. Any Opportunity Will Do Ch. 09 This is a story about two people trying to escape a sadistic Human Sex Trafficker. There are some scenes of violence and non consensual sex. If you don't like this type of erotica please don't read it. If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggestions for what will happen to the characters in to the story. * John came around as he felt the kick in his stomach, the pain radiating out from his bruised gut. Throwing up he lay on his side as hands grabbed at his arms hauling him to his knees, a fist in his hair pulled his head back and looking up through smoke filled red raw eyes he saw the man standing in front of him, tall, blond with a look of pure evil in his eyes. "Where's the fucking girl?" Coughing he answered "What girl?" just before the fist hit him across his chin causing him to fall sideways, lip split, blood filling his mouth. Rough hands pulled him back up, and the deeply accented voice said again, "Where's the fucking girl?" Looking up, his tongue running over the cut inside his mouth feeling it sting, he just shook his head, resigned to the beating he was about to get. Alexei nodded to Konstantin, who stepping forward told the two men holding John on his knees to get him standing. Feeling the hands under his arm pits he decided to at least go down fighting, and as he moved up to standing position he swung his right leg out hard, catching the bald thug between his thighs and getting his balls with a hard and vicious kick. Konstantin crumpled, screaming in agony, his hands clutching his badly bruised and throbbing scrotum, the men around John had their attention momentarily taken from the man in their hands to their hurt colleague, and instantly John swung around hitting one of his captors with the side of his hand, a vicious karate type chop to the mans throat, cutting off his air, and then started to run into the area around the farm where there seemed to be a big gap between the many men standing around watching. Shouts erupted behind him as he ran, dodging bullets, into the trees, into the dark night, as far away as he could place between him and the men now running chasing behind him. * At the local Police Station Sergeant Roberts put down the phone and called over to the young officer who was sitting at a desk filling in the multiple forms needed to be completed reporting about the motor bike accident he had attended earlier that evening. "Darren get yourself over to the Sunny Nook Bed and Breakfast just on the edge of Brightstone and keep guard. I'll sort out some relief for you in a couple of hours. Apparently there are some people there that we need keeping an eye on. Make sure they don't leave, and no one goes in until you're told different." "Yes Sarge!" "Oh and you had better introduce yourself to the owner, he's an old friend of ours, retired copper from the Met. Let him know you're there and that were on the case." Getting up, the young officer, only six months out of training grabbed his hat, put on his jacket and walked out towards his car, totally unarmed as all British coppers on the beat are, their only defence against the world their folded up metal stick and a lot of guts. * The two lover's bodies lay entwined upon the bed, hands stroking skin, lips and mouths nibbling and sucking at each others sensitive areas, legs rubbed against legs, and hot breath teased tender skin. Josh had seen the red marks on her back and buttocks and gently kissed the long angry looking weal's with tears in his eyes for the pain she must have felt. Kat lay against his hot body, feeling really alive and cherished for the first time in months. She watched his blue eyes as he moved above her, being careful not to let his body press down on her, so that she would feel free and unrestricted, his hard penis rubbing between her thighs, stimulating and making her moist and ready. The tip of his shaft then pressed hard against her entrance, against the bruising that Alexei and his men's hard use had left, making her bite her bottom lip as Josh slipped slowly inside. Settling his hips, his strong arms each side of her head, body raised, he started to move, slow and deep, the rhythm even, watching her face, taking his pace from her reaction to his hard shaft sliding in and out of the tight silky hole. Her hands gripped around his back, her nails digging in, her knees raising up, thighs open to give him more access, as he pressed down harder, picking up the pace as he felt her body arch to meet his thrusts, hearing the soft wet noises as he delved and dipped into her. Both of them panted, the pool of pleasure building, their bodies joined as one, pubic hair tangling, his balls slapping down against her small bottom, her clitoris exposed as he rocked his hips, pushing them forward in pleasure. Staying leant on one arm he moved his hand down between them, his thumb finding her hard and sensitive nub, and rubbed it as he moved inside of her, stronger and faster, watching her face as she built up towards her orgasm, a look of pure pleasure on her face, eyes wide, cheeks flushed she hovered until with one hard push of his cock she came, gasping and gripping him, her inner muscles pulling him deeper until he joined her, his sperm spilling into her womb. * Furious Alexei stood in front of the burning farm house, the sound of squawking hens making a noisy cacophony in the background looked towards the woods where his men had run after the fleeing man. Suddenly his mobile rung, and getting it out of his pocket he screamed into the handset "What!" * Creeping up around the mansion, hidden in the dark the first wave of the Police team took their places for surveillance. Night binoculars trained on the house, the leader of the team spoke in a whisper to his second in charge. "No movement in the house. All lights are off." "What about his security men, any sign of them?" "No. Nothing. Not a thing." "Do you think he knows we were coming? Could he have been tipped off?" "Not sure. Our orders are to watch and wait. The men are all in place and that's what we are going to do." * The Polish girl lay worn out, her naked battered body tired from trying to catch the table leg and pull it towards her. Her ankle was bleeding where she had been pulling against the metal cuff around it for the past three hours. Her muscles were shaking from the effort and she lay there crying, scared that she would be found by the man, but unable to move, too tired to even get back up on the bed. Hunger and thirst was draining what little strength she had, and she lay on the hard floor, shivering and frightened, until exhausted she fell asleep, * The bent copper stood apart, watching his colleagues as they crept into place, hidden behind a bush he spoke quietly into the phone. "They're down in the Isle of Wight, a place called Brightstone, in a small bed and breakfast called Sunny Nook." Listening to the Russian voice at the other end of the line, he nodded, "If you leave now at this time of night you should get to Portsmouth in about four and a half hours tops. The ferries leave every half hour from around two in the morning." Telling the Russian that he should avoid coming back to his home as it was being surrounded he smiled to himself as he listened to the Russian man tell him he would be well rewarded for his help and put the mobile back in his pocket as he dreamed about the sleek sports car he was going to buy with his pay off. * Curled up spoon fashion, the two people slept replete and content, Josh's arms around Katrina, protective and strong, her small back against his front, his face buried into her hair, smelling the lemon tang from the shampoo she had used in his bathroom when she washed it only days before. Downstairs the young copper was knocking on the front door, the quiet night surrounding the little village with its thatched cottages and well tended gardens. The occasional drunk weaved their unsteady way home from the pub, the only disturbance in the quiet out of season southerly point of the Island. John's cousin opened the door, expecting a possible customer asking if there was a room vacant for the night, only to find the young copper standing there, hat in hand. "Evening Sir, Sergeant Roberts said to tell you I'm standing guard duty for the next couple of hours. I'll be outside the door if you need me." Offering to make the young lad a mug of tea, he went back into the cottage and started boiling up the water, shaking his head; he noted that since his time the men in the force seemed to get younger and younger, this one looked like he had only just left school. The vanity of man. Not realising that he was just getting older and older. * Hiding inside the hollow of a tree, John held his breath as he watched a pair of legs walk by. His gut hurt, and the side of his face was swelling up, the split lip stinging. Listening to the shouts of men, he heard a voice telling the owner of the legs to return to the cars, that they knew the girl wasn't here but in the south, hiding out on the Isle of Wight. How the fuck did they know that? John knew that he had to get to a phone and fast. His mobile had burnt along with his home, and the nearest public phone box was over a mile up the road. Hearing some shots he hunkered deeper into the hollow, listening out for any noise or crack of dry wood underfoot. Waiting until he heard the cars leave he got out of the hollow gingerly, holding his stomach, and keeping low, in case they had left any men behind to get him he made his careful way back towards the burning house and his van. Seeing the glow of the fire between the trees he stopped just short of the clearing, checking the area out, before making his way around the edge of the trees until he was at the back of the ruins of his home. The shots he had heard had been to destroy his tyres, and fuel tank, the petrol now leaking out, dangerously soaking the ground around, the house fire sending off embers into the air, falling around on the farm houses neat garden was a combination for disaster. Running over to the barn he opened the doors allowing the hens to escape, before starting off for the telephone booth up the dark country lane, keeping close to the trees that lined it, so he couldn't be seen. Within minutes he heard the explosion as his van, and the rest of his home and his business was destroyed. * The procession of sleek black cars sped along, joining the A1, this time of night with very few cars, and speeding up, hitting a steady hundred miles an hour, they made their way south, an apoplectic Alexei in the front car vowing to take out his revenge on the girl and the man at being unable to return to his beautiful home in the Midlands of England, now under surveillance by the authorities Any Opportunity Will Do Ch. 10 This is a story about two people trying to escape a sadistic Human Sex Trafficker. There are some scenes of violence and non consensual sex. If you don't like this type of erotica please don't read it. If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggestions for what will happen to the characters in to the story. * Swearing at the phone in his hand, John muttered, "Pick the bloody mobile up Josh!" But the phone just rang and then went to voicemail. Dialling again he waited, only to be put through to the voicemail again. Speaking quickly, he left the message telling Josh to get Katrina out of the Bed and Breakfast as Alexei somehow knew where they were and was on the way down to get them. Replacing the phone he leant against the side of the phone box, tired, face throbbing from where one of Alexei's men had punched him, split lip stinging, and then dialled the Emergency Services to go and put out the fire that was once his home and business. Sliding down inside of the small booth he sat on the floor, amongst the cigarette ends and bits of torn paper, and waited to hear the sirens of the fire engines and police cars before he would make a start back to his home, getting some rest. He would phone Phil Amery if he had his direct number, or Mikes to get someone to warn Josh. But the numbers were on a piece of paper that he had left on the dining room table, burnt and destroyed along with his address book and things. Looking up at the phone, he slid to standing position and grabbing the handset dialled for information and asked them to connect him to Salisbury Plain, Ministry of Defence, and when he was connected asked the receptionist for Phil Amery. Waiting to be connected the phone rang, and then went across to voicemail. "Damn" he thought, "Doesn't anyone ever answer their bloody mobile?" and leaving another message, this time on Phil Amery's voicemail, he put down the phone and started the jog back up the road to see what mess was left of his home. * The mobile in Josh's jacket pocket rang, but lay unheard on the bed in the empty bedroom. Josh lay curled around Katrina, sleeping the sleep of the exhausted in her room, the connecting door between hers and his closed, the mobile ringing unnoticed next door. His hand lay protectively cupping her breast, his breath tickled her neck as he lay, his face buried in the nape of it, his legs curled over hers, her bottom tucked into the curve of his body. Katrina lay for the first time in three months feeling safe and happy. Now escaped from Alexei, and laying here with Josh, she could relax. Making love with Josh she had felt that she'd reclaimed her body, her soul, and her life. The nightmare of the last three months, being raped by men, forced into prostitution and hurt by Alexei a thing of the past, a fresh beginning in her future. The ugly marks on her body would fade, the red weal's where he had hit her with the crop would disappear, but the memories would always be there, yet with Josh, somehow they weren't so raw, so frightening, so overpowering. Slipping back into sleep, Katrina and Josh lay, totally unaware of the procession of big black cars carrying Alexei and his men down the A3 and ever closer to them. Sitting being driven in the front car vowing revenge on the lovers for bringing the attention of the authorities onto him, Alexei worked himself higher and higher into a rage, screaming at the driver to go faster, wanting to get to the small hideaway before dawn. * Laying shivering naked on the cold hard floor the young Polish girl awoke slowly, her leg aching where it was pulled back attached by the chain to the bottom of the bed. In front of her the table, and on its surface the key. Her means of escape, if only she could get to it. Slowly moving her aching body she leaned up on her thin arm, sweeping her straight brown shoulder length hair out of her face, and picking up the long strip of once restraining leather straps she had fashioned into the tool to swing at the table leg with the heavy leather cuffs attached at the end, she tried one last frustrated arc, half heartedly pulling it towards her once it had curled around the table leg. Moving jerkily the table came towards her, and holding her breath she pulled it slowly, inch by inch until it was within reach, and grabbing the leg in her outstretch arm she tugged it the rest of the way until using it to pull her tired and abused body up, she sat on the end of the bed, to pick up the key and unlock the circle of metal that encased her bloody and sore ankle. * Darren had stood on guard outside of the cottage for a couple of hours when he was replaced by his colleague, Jim, who in turn after his stint of standing bored and cold, had been replaced by Clive. Clive stood watching the dawn as it started to break, thinking that he should have been off duty an hour ago, and was pissed that he had been sent on this stupid guard duty outside this stupid Bed and Breakfast to guard somebody or other, and that he had no idea why, just that he was not supposed to let them out or let anyone in unless told otherwise. Communication not being the most efficient process in this sleepy little backwater Police Station, found at the most southern point of the Island! His bed was calling to him and he was bored, and in that bed laid his partner Martin, his hard surfer body tucked up warm and waiting for Clive, under the covers and away from prying eyes. * At Alexei's mansion the first surveillance team had just come to the end of its shift, the second shift getting into position, so that the weary men could make their way back to the headquarters to fill in triplicate their reports. "Any movement?" the team leader of second shift asked. "None, been dead all night apart from a couple of security men prowling the grounds with dogs. Every hour on the hour, a complete circuit. The front gate hasn't opened once since we got here and the lights have been off. Were not sure he's even in there." "Well he has to come back at some point, and then we can tail him, see what he's up to, who visits and get the evidence needed." "Good luck, as soon as I've written up the reports I'm going to bed. See you." and getting up carefully, backed away to join the others in the cars five hundred yards back, where they had been parked, hidden off the road behind heavy foliage. * John now sat in the Police car, the fire engines and fire men clearing up their gear, the beginning of dawn now breaking in the distance, the remains of his life a pile of smoking debris in the burnt out clearing. "I told you, I'm not making a statement until I've seen my Solicitor." The two Policemen looked at each other, and then started the car, "If you would put your seat belt on Sir, we'll get going to the Station." Shaking his head at the idiocy of it all, he had just survived being almost burnt alive, watching his life go up in flames, beaten to death and shot at, but the cops wouldn't move the car until he had done up the bloody seat belt. Suddenly seeing the funny side of it John started to laugh, his split lip starting to bleed again, and the two cops looked in the back mirror watching him as he hooted with the absolute lunacy of it all. * Parking the cars along the country lane, Alexei and his men got out of the limousines and quickly walking up to the lone copper standing vigilant in front of the small wooden garden gate stuck a gun in his face before he even had time to get the radio out and make the call for reinforcements. Taking a deep gulp, the young cop gave up without a fight. Streaming through the gate, the scared copper in their midst's Alexei told one of the men to kick down the door. Standing back and letting his man give a good solid kick to the flimsy old lock, the old wood cracked and the door swung open, he watched as the men swarmed inside, running up the narrow stairs towards the bedrooms and the people sitting up in bed, woken by the loud noise down below and the clatter of running feet. Josh scooted across the bed, trying to get to the knife that was attached to his jeans, whilst Katrina screamed clutching onto his back, stopping him from reaching down to the floor where he had left the discarded items last night. The bedroom door burst open and in strode Konstantin, followed by two other large men. Swarming around the bed they grabbed Katrina and Josh, who started punching out, trying to stop them touching her, as she screamed frantic and paralysed with fear. The struggle went on, the naked man enraged and fighting, his fists and legs kicking wherever he could land a painful strike, but more men came into the crowded bedroom and soon he was subdued, held between two men his arms pulled up behind his back. His face a mask of pure rage as he watched them haul a naked Katrina being pulled along by her hair, down and out the door to face Alexei downstairs in the quaint lounge, filled with comfortable green covered puffy chairs, soft pillows and small porcelain ornaments. Any Opportunity Will Do Ch. 11 This is a story about two people trying to escape a sadistic Human Sex Trafficker. There are some scenes of violence and non consensual sex. If you don't like this type of erotica please don't read it. If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggestions for what will happen to the characters in to the story. * Alexei looked down at the crying girl as she knelt naked in front of him, held in place by Konstantin's fisted hand holding her still by her hair, her hands trying to relieve the tugging, grabbing at his wrists. He looked across the room at the naked man, blood streaming from his nose as he also knelt, hands tied behind him, staring across back at him, his eyes revealing his fury at the treatment the woman was getting. "I don't like my property touched by anyone unless I want it touched. Someone has to pay. To fuck her costs money. You don't look like you have any money on you right now. So how do you propose I collect my payment?" Katrina was sobbing, her scalp was stinging where the hair was pulling and she was petrified, looking up at the Russian, her body shaking with fear, "Please don't hurt me, please, I'm sorry, please, please...." she kept begging, over and over, knowing full well she was going to be hurt by the man at who's feet she was forced to kneel. Men stood around, including the young Policeman and John's cousin still wearing his pyjamas, both held between two of the men, watching quietly the scene being played out in front of them. When Josh didn't answer, Alexei nodded at the man standing next to the kneeling man, who hit him across the face, knocking him sideways. Josh heard Katrina scream as he flew across the floor, his lip now split, blood filling his mouth, and then a flash of pain as someone kicked him in the stomach, causing him to loose his breath and bring his knees up so that he was curled on his side on the soft green carpet. Blood from his nose and mouth dripped down, staining the otherwise pristine floor covering, and as he felt himself pulled by his arms putting him back on his knees he swore he was going to make sure Alexei's blood would also be staining the carpet before long. "I asked you how you intend to pay for fucking the bitch?" Another nod and Josh felt the fist hit him, causing him to fall back, his body laying with his tied hands under him, his manhood unprotected. "Maybe I should cut your cock off? So you can't fuck her again!" Lying on his back, Josh looked up at the ceiling, trying not to show the bastard he was hurt or scared. "But first maybe I need to teach the bitch her lesson for running away from me." Josh heard Kat scream and beg as she was hauled up onto her feet, "Leave her alone you bastard." He screamed, wriggling up as best he could, "Leave her alone. If you want your pound of flesh take it from me, but leave her alone." "Don't worry, I intend getting my 'pound of flesh' as you put it, but first I'm going to show the little slut who owns her and teach her a lesson." Turning to Konstantin he told him, "String her up." Josh started to stand, only to feel himself pushed down and held, as Katrina was dragged into the centre of the room, arms raised as a rope was thrown over the thick black ceiling beam overhead. "Please no, please, Oh God someone help me, please...." Frantically she looked around the room, hoping someone would have pity, but all she saw was Alexei's men smiling and waiting for the show, Josh held on his knees bloody and bruised, the cop and the older man standing being held by the men, helpless, outnumbered. Rough hands held her still as the rope was tied around her wrists and then pulled so that she was raised up, to stand on her tiptoes, her body fully exposed, stretched taut, her head slightly leaning back, "Please Alexei, I'm sorry, please I'll do anything you ask, please don't hurt me." Alexei looked at the woman, her body hanging unprotected and walking over to Josh, sneered down into the angry mans face, "Watch and learn, this is how you should treat a worthless slut like her." and putting his hand out towards one of his men, was handed a short crop. "Noooooo....Oh God nooooo." "Leave her alone you bastard...." The screams of the two lovers intermingled as Alexei walked back to Katrina as she hung there, and raising up his arm, he swung the crop down on her small bottom, leaving a bright red mark, as she screamed out in pain. Smiling at the sound and the sight he raised his arm again, aiming this time at the back of her thighs.... * The young Polish girl swept the whips, vibrators, anal plugs and nipple clips off the table, and then pushed it across the room, until it was under the window high up near the rafters, and climbing up onto the table reached up and pushed with all her might at the frame until hearing it creak it moved open enough for her to be able to crawl through. Looking around the room for something else to raise her up high enough to climb through the now open space, she saw the wooden chair that only days ago she had been tied to as the man had fed her whilst she howled in pain, the painful nipple clips biting into and pinching her sensitive flesh. Jumping down from the table she rushed across the room, picking up the chair and then put it up on the table for her to climb up on, thus making it possible to reach the window and squeeze her small frame through the open space and onto the roof of the large house. * "My God, what's that?" "What?" "There, on the roof, Look." Pointing up at the roof, one of the surveillance team, holding the binoculars to his eyes, indicated to his colleague the sight of a young naked woman emerging through the small window and walking carefully across the roof of Alexei's home. "Jesus H Christ, she's naked." Talking into his radio, he explained what he was seeing, getting confirmation from his superior that the extraordinary sight was being videoed. "Fuck the video, are we going to go and help her?" "Stay still, don't do anything." The orders came down the radio. Swearing under his breath, he watched as the naked woman gingerly worked her way along the roof top, nearly slipping off at one point, to just above the large jutting out porch way, with its fancy columns and balcony. Holding his breath, he saw her kneel down and move her body over the side of the roof, until hanging by her hands she dropped down, onto the top of the porch, disappearing behind the fancy ornate wall of the balcony. * John sat in the interview room, his Solicitor by his side. "I told you, contact Phil Amery, Ministry of Defence down in Salisbury, He'll confirm my story." Sitting opposite him the two Detectives faces looked a picture, both of them now worried that their little extra income was about to become unravelled. "What has the Ministry of Defence got to do with you committing arson?" John leaned forward, his solicitor touching his arm in warning, "Phone him and find out!.... If you dare!" The two Detectives stood up, closing the file in front of them and turning off the recorder. "Interview stopped five forty five." and walked out the small interview room. * The pain was unbelievable, her body a mass of burning white hot hurt, waves of it, wherever the crop had hit her, throbbing and tender, her strength given way, she just hung, her screams echoing in her head as each time the crop hit her body. Somewhere in the back of her head she could hear Josh shouting, and the men laughing, but the overwhelming sound she heard was her own as she was hit by Alexei, who was showing her no mercy. John's cousin, unnoticed by the men who's total focus was on the screaming girl being whipped in front of them, stepped back until he was backed up against the antique wooden bureau behind him and careful, so no one noticed, his hands behind him, opened the draw and pulled out the revolver he had kept all these years, given to him by an old friend and kept for protection, for old times sake. Not sure if it still worked he aimed it towards Alexei's leg and pulled the trigger. The incredibly loud noise split the room, followed by Alexei's scream as the bullet hit his thigh, causing him to topple to his knees at the feet of the hanging and beaten body of the almost unconscious woman. All hell broke loose in the room as men started to come towards him, a couple with guns drawn themselves. Pointing the gun around the room, John's cousin remembered a scene he had once seen in an old movie, and said, "Who wants to get it first? I can't remember how many bullets I've got left in here, but if you want to make my day, take one more step forward and we'll all find out. Who wants to get it first?" Men stood where they were, the sight of the older man in his pyjamas swinging the gun around the room, stopped them in their tracks. The young Policeman moved across the room, towards the hanging battered woman, and releasing her wrists lay her on the floor before removing his jacket and covering her half conscious body, her moans and whimpers of pain pitiful to hear. Josh crawled on his knees over to her, leaning over her body, tears streaming down his cheeks, arms still tied behind him, as Alexei writhed in pain, gripping his thigh and screaming at his men to get the bastards. Just then the sound of a voice through a loud speaker came booming from outside. "This is the Police, please be aware the house is surrounded. Come out one by one. Hands up, unarmed." As usual the cavalry had arrived. Just a little late. Any Opportunity Will Do Ch. 12 This is a drama that as it is played out, the ripples start affecting so many, so as the story unfolds more people become involved, and not unlike real life, each action is like a ripple in the pond, causing other reactions. Two people are trying to escape a sadistic human sex trafficker, and there are some scenes of violence and of a sexual nature. I hope you enjoy, and if you wish to give feedback, the story is not yet completed. * All the villagers had been woken up and moved by the combined services of the Ministry of Defence men and the local Police, and now stood behind the barriers erected at the far end of the village, trying to see the drama unfolding in their sleepy little backwater where nothing usually happened. Bureaucratic permission had eventually been raised and the special team had sailed across the Solent from Portsmouth, ready to scoop up and protect Josh and Katrina under the orders of Phil Amery. The communications had been humming all night over the UK, with Police forces, various interested agencies and the Home Office setting up a joint effort, combining knowledge on Alexei Romanich's white slavery Empire. Some of the houses where woman were held and forced into prostitution were already known to some of the agencies, and at that very moment four raids were happening across the UK, in London, Manchester, Birmingham and Bristol by outside of area Police teams, so that any local Police on the take were bypassed in case of any tipping off of the raids. The team watching Alexei's home had contacted their leader back at headquarters telling him about the naked woman crawling across Alexei's roof top, waiting for verification to go and get her, holding their breaths as they watched helpless, their hands tied figuratively, as she crouched over the small wall that ran around the balcony seeing how far she had to jump to get to the ground. John and his Solicitor sat in the Nottingham Police Station, waiting to see what was going to happen, his home burnt down and destroyed, his face swelling up where Alexei's men had hit him. He sat enjoying himself, feeling alive for the first time in two years, each time he smiled or spoke the cut on his lip would start bleeding again and his bruised gut throbbed when he moved, but he didn't care. At least he was feeling something, even if it was pain. A naked and bloody Josh held the supine naked and beaten body of the woman he loved, his hands now untied by the young copper, rocking her in his arms, telling her everything was going to be all right. * The officer wearing army greens stood radio in his hand behind the black limousine that Alexei had parked only an hour ago in the small road. Turning to his counterpart from the Police he told him, "The negotiator is flying across on the helicopter from Portsmouth, should be here in about fifteen minutes. They can land over there in the field so we need to move the ambulances over there." Pointing up the road and indicating the best position to place the waiting vehicles so that they could get any injured people into them as soon as possible, aware of the gun shot he had heard, but unaware of who had been hit, and how badly. Both men gave out the relevant orders, and the villagers watched from afar as men from the Army and Police played out the exciting scene in front of them like a scene from a movie. One of the villagers standing watching had the presence of mind to film the whole thing from his mobile, knowing that he could sell the video to the television news and get a fortune for it. Any opportunity will do! * Josh looked down at Katrina's face in the crook of his arm, her pain glazed eyes looking up at his, her small body covered by the Policeman's jacket, covering most of the ugly red welts that Alexei's crop had made as he had beaten her, her moans of pain cutting his heart. Whilst Alexei writhed on the floor, the blood from the bullet wound in his leg stemmed by the tourniquet the young Policeman had tied around his thigh, his men standing watching the scene, some with their own guns hanging by their sides, unsure what to do as they listened to the loudspeaker and the Police outside, each man deep in thought as to how best save their own skin. Konstantin walked over to the window, John's cousin pointing the gun towards him as he moved, and pulling the green and white floral curtain aside, looked out at the scene of men pointing rifles at the cottage. "Shit!" swirling around he looked down at his boss, laying on the floor, and took the decision that the side that could help him most right now was the one he could do the deal with outside, and walked out stepping through the broken front door that lay gaping open, his hands raised up, and shouted, "Don't shoot, I'm coming out!" He sounded like a bad actor in a corny film with poor dialogue, but what else to you say to ten guns pointing at you as you walk out of a hostage situation, and towards the very people you need to start negotiating with to minimise what you're going to be charged with. It was a no brainer. * The young Polish girl peered over the edge of the balcony, testing out the drop and the ground below. Hard gravel lay fifteen feet below and her knees, now bleeding and scrapped, hurt along with the rest of her body after landing awkwardly from her long drop down from the roof to the cement of the balcony. Just then she heard the barking of the guard dogs and the security men come around the side of the house, and looking up at her, the dogs barking and sharp teeth showing, the security men pointing up at her from below, she collapsed in a heap onto the floor of the balcony and cried in her frustration. So close, yet so far. * The surveillance team man with the binoculars who had first noticed her, stood, his heart beating in his chest, his stomach a ball of panic as he watched the men and dogs come around the house and stand below the naked girl perched on the balcony. Taking an involuntary step forward, his partner held onto his arm, "Don't Steve, orders." "We can't leave her to them. Sweet Jesus Rob the woman is naked and trying to escape. There's no telling what they'll do to her, we've got to help her." "Don't be crazy man, wait for orders." "I can't. She needs help. I can't wait for some idiot back in Nottingham to say it's OK to move." Starting to walk towards the house from his position in the woods, he heard his friend say, "Don't throw away your career for a tart." but he was a man of honour and his conscience kept him moving forward. * The men one by one started to walk towards the front door, their hands up, leaving behind them the four hostages and the wounded Alexei laying on the ground, staring at the two people who he blamed most for ruining his life. Their loyalty to Alexei dissolving as they saw him laying wounded and bleeding, brought down by an old man, and following Konstantin's example. Seeing Johns cousins attention diverted onto the moving men walking towards the front door, hands above their heads lining up to exit the house, Alexei lunged at the pointing gun in the mans shaking hand and wrestling it from the older mans grip, turned and fired towards the naked couple, the man bending over the woman that he, Alexei, considered to be his property. The ear-splitting retort echoed around the room, men stopped moving, and outside the sound could be heard, terrible and thunderous, and for a dreadful moment there was a following silence split only by a shrill woman's scream. * The surrounding Police, Army men, and the villagers watched as men ran out of the house, trying to get away from the madman with the gun in the house, realising they were safer outside than in there. Another shot could be heard, and then a silence as the weak sun finally topped the trees highlighting the silhouette of the helicopter coming towards them in the distance. * In a quiet backstreet in the suburbs of Bristol the police raid was in full swing. Downstairs three Rumanian men sat handcuffed on chairs as woman officers lead the four shivering scared woman who had been kept in the house, pimped by the men out for sex, to the police cars outside, nosy neighbours watching from behind net curtains. Upstairs in one of the rooms a middle aged overweight man found in bed with one of the woman, a blond Croatian of about twenty. He was found dressed up in a woman's dominatrix outfit, his fat body encased in the tight leather corset, layers of fat flesh hanging over the edge of the garment as it encircled his body. Very high heeled leather boots and a black face mask completed his outfit, as he was found wielding a long wooden paddle at the poor girl's rump. The man, now out of his costume and stepping into his trousers was trying to explain to the arresting officer that he was a magistrate and married, and that this was going to ruin him. Smirking, the officer just told him to hurry up and get dressed, and noticed the tiny flaccid prick on the fat man, wondered if this was the only way the idiot could get it up. * Whilst back in Nottingham, feet up on his desk, phone in his hand, cup of tea in the other, the overall team leader waited for instructions from higher up, on whether to rescue the naked woman from Alexei's balcony, or to leave her to her fate. Typical British lethargy in the face of an emergency. Best wait and get the orders from above, as it was more important to cover his back than make an important decision. Any Opportunity Will Do Ch. 13 This is a drama that as it is played out, it starts affecting so many, so as the story unfolds more people become involved, and not unlike real life, each action is like a ripple in the pond, causing other reactions. Two people are trying to escape a sadistic human sex trafficker, and there are some scenes of violence and of a sexual nature. * The young Polish girl lay down, totally exhausted, both mentally and physically, her naked body shivering in the early morning light. Unable to gather up any energy to move, she waited for the two security men with the dogs to come and get her and take her back to that hell hole in the attic. Looking up at the sky above her, she prayed that whatever was going to happen to her, she would die quickly. Her ankle hurt where the manacle had bit into her flesh, scabs of blood from the wounds dotted around her small joint, her body hurt muscles aching, sore bruised limbs, scrapped knees, red raw nipples and aching vagina and bottom, she lay defeated and broken on the small concrete balcony awaiting her fate. Whilst unknown to her the young Policeman on surveillance was walking forward towards the gates of the big house, ignoring his orders, intent on rescuing her somehow from the men and dogs entering the house through the front door. As he walked forward away from his hidden spot behind a large tree on a hillock in the woods that surrounded the house, he noted the big black Iron Gate that stood joining the high wall together that ran round the grounds, shut and looking like it was operated electronically. Looking through the gate he stared up at the balcony just as the two men appeared through the window over it, and watched as they bent down and between them hauled the limp and defeated body of the naked woman back through into the confines of the big house. Listening to the shouts of his superior behind him, he started to climb the gate, only to feel himself pulled back down from behind, and dropping to his feet he swung around to find the team leader and another of his colleagues standing there, their faces furious. "What the fuck do you think your doing McIntyre, get the fuck back under cover before someone notices you." Hands started to drag him away from the gate, back to the woods. "We have to help her. We can't leave her in there." "Yes we bloody can, until told different. I've appraised head office on the circumstances and until we're told otherwise, we leave her there and just watch. Watch and wait. Understand?" * John listened to his Solicitor as they drove along, "I can point you in the direction of a friend who will lease you a caravan you can live in while we get the insurance sorted on the farm." Grunting, John looked out at the buildings and people as they moved along in the early morning rush hour. "You can give him a call, and go and tow the mobile home over to the farm. You should be set up before nightfall." "My mobile phone and van was destroyed with my home." Looking across at his client and old friend, Chris Gerard said, "I have a spare desk back at the office, you can set up there and start getting it all sorted out. The phone and facilities are at your disposal." "Cheers Chris. It's just that I need to know what has happened with Josh and the girl. Any chance you doing your thing and finding out?" "No problem, lets get some breakfast at the café round the corner from the office and then I'll make a few calls." * The Army and Police that had been hunkered down behind the limousines around the Bed and Breakfast had quickly gathered up Alexei's men and taken them off to the Station, leaving behind a smaller force, waiting to see if anymore people was going to come out through the broken front door. The negotiator that had arrived in the helicopter knelt getting a briefing on what had been happening, and how many hostages were left in the cottage with Alexei Romanich. It was still not clear who had been shot, or how many, just that three shots in total had been heard, and the men surrounding the site were not taking any chances. Inside the lounge blood was seeping from the three people that had been hit into the light green carpet. Red stains seeped and stood out stark against the soft colour, ugly, a reminder of just how fragile life can be. One of them was dead, two badly wounded and another person lay badly hurt. * Phil Amery had got Johns message and was frantically trying to speak to the relevant people as he sped along the A36 from the West Country. Things had moved so quickly it had taken his breath away, and now he was hearing that there had been shots heard in the cottage where the hostage situation was taking place. Told that Alexei's men where waiting to be interviewed, demanding various legal representations and asking to do deals, he settled back in the backseat of the car and redialled. Talking on the phone to Nottingham Police Station he found out that John had just left with his Solicitor and was OK. Relieved that at least one of the contacts in the case being pulled together against Alexei Romanich was alive, he watched as the rolling plains went by on his journey to Portsmouth, and then at the choppy dark waters across the Solent to the Island. * News had started to filter out to the world, and reporters, both from the newspapers and television with cameras started to stream down South to record what was happening, ready to fill the insatiable news slots in the media. The first that the public heard that there was an 'Incident' occurring was on the nine o'clock news on the radio. It was reported that four hostages were being held and that it was thought there was injured amongst them. It had been confirmed by a Police Statement that there was a young policeman and a young woman amongst the hostages, and that it was not know if they had been injured by any of the gunshots heard. Nothing enrages the British public like the possible injury or death of a Policeman in the course of his duty. Already reporters were trying to find out about his life, who he was, who he lived with, and to doorstep his parents to get some photo's ready for the one o'clock television news deadline. Without any real news the reporters started to film themselves door stepping his parents and outside his boyfriend the surfer's house, showing the growing mob that was starting to form outside the homes. The homes stood quiet and still with their curtains drawn, the people inside sitting worried, waiting themselves for news about their son and their lover, the continually ringing of their doorbell and ringing of the phone shredding their nerves, making them feel liked trapped animals with the pack of baying wolves outside of their doors. The villager that had managed to film some of the drama on his mobile was busy doing a deal to sell it to the BBC news. His negotiations managed to get him a healthy payment, and he downloaded the video for them, earning more for the two minute video than he usually made working for four months. Smiling to himself he wandered away, planning on seeding his own business with the money, going self employed and handing in his notice to his boss later that day. * Meanwhile in the lounge John's cousin sat slumped on the floor staring at the carnage in his lounge, "Don't be a fool man, let me get help for you all. Put down the gun and give up, were surrounded and it's useless. If you don't get help soon there will be more than one person dead here." "Don't fucking move." Screamed Alexei, the gun pointed at the older man in his shaking hand, his other hand clutching his thigh where the bullet was lodged, the blood stemmed by the tourniquet tied onto him. Throbbing painfully, his temperature rising to fever pitch, his eyes wild, he surveyed the scene of the three people slumped in the centre of the room and knew that there was no way out for him now. But he decided he wasn't going out without a real fight or without taking others with him. "Don't fucking move or I'll blow your brain out and you can join him." Waving the gun towards the centre of the room and indicating towards the dead man laying on the floor, the blood pooling around him from the single shot that had hit his heart. Any Opportunity Will Do Ch. 14 This is a dramatic story that as it plays out, it starts affecting so many, so as it unfold more ands more people become involved, and not unlike real life, each action is like a ripple in the pond, causing other reactions. Two people are trying to escape a sadistic human sex trafficker, and there are some scenes of violence and of a sexual nature. * The ringing of the telephone in the lounge sounded loud as it drew the attention of John's cousin and Alexei Romanich. In the centre of the room the shot and injured person lay unconscious, and the pain hazed Katrina was unable to notice the strident noise that split the electric silence in the room. "Don't fucking answer it." Screamed Alexei suddenly, as if the phone was alive, the gun in his shaking hand waving wildly between John's cousin and the others, none of which were in any state able to do so. "It'll be the Police outside, wanting to talk to you. Wanting to help you." the pyjama clad man told him. "I don't need anyone's fucking help!" "Yes you do, your leg's badly wounded, the temporary tourniquet is stemming the bleeding a little but if you don't get help soon you may lose your leg, or even bleed to death." Alexei stared at the older man, the gun towards him, pointing slightly down, as if the Russians arm was getting weaker and couldn't hold it up. "Who do you think you are, a fucking Doctor?" "Think man, you have a choice, you can bleed to death slowly your strength being depleted. Your temperature is rising and soon you won't have the strength to give yourself up and they'll come in. If you give yourself up willingly it'll go better for you. If they come in and get you they may come in shooting." "There is another way." "What's that?" "I finish us all off, and then kill myself. Then they don't get me, and I win." Shaking his head John's cousin said, "You don't have enough bullets left in the gun." "I've got enough to take you out, and her." * Outside the negotiator was waiting for someone to pick up the ringing phone inside of the cottage, but it just rang. Having been appraised of the situation and gathering up as much information on Alexei and the hostages as he could the negotiator had rung the landline from the field telephone, trying to establish contact. "He's not answering. We need to leave it a while, so as not to cause him any stress that might tip him over the edge." Putting down the field handset, and turning towards the tall man in charge, crouched next to him. "How long?" "Give it ten, fifteen minutes and then I'll try again. I need to control any outside influence on him, including not getting him wound up and any feelings that there is no way out." Sliding down to sit on the tarmac, he leant against the side of the black car, "Can you get me a portable first aid kit ready? My first offer is to give him any help in reducing the damage that he may have already done. If he feels that the situation can be reduced that he's caused, he may feel it easier to take assurances towards any later charges being reduced. I'll use this as a basis to the negotiation, just what he can get out of it if he gives himself up. The carrot at the end of the stick so to speak." * Meanwhile over on the Mainland, in a side street of Southsea just outside of Portsmouth, huddled together on a sofa the young coppers parents sat, a female Police Officer with them. Outside they could hear the noise of the press, waiting and hoping for statements; camera's trained towards the curtain covered windows, causing more pressure and stress to the worried couple who didn't know if their son was alive or dead. "Such a lovely lad our Clive, never gave us any trouble growing up. Always wanted to be a Policeman ever since he was a young lad. Never brought home any girls, was too much focused on his career for them. Do you think he's alright?" His mother looked pleadingly at the Policewoman sitting opposite her, her hands shredding the paper tissue, her husbands arm around her ample shoulders. "Mrs White, Clive's colleagues are doing everything they can to bring the situation to a happy conclusion. Please don't worry." Just then the front door rang for the hundredth time that morning, and the mother jumped and started to cry. "Those damned reporters, why don't they just go away and leave us alone?" "Come on Evie, stop working yourself up, you know it's not what Clive would want. I'll make us another cup of tea shall I?" Getting up, her husband looked out at the gathering press through the net curtain as they stood blocking the street in front of the house. Like a pack of hyenas waiting to feed upon the carcass of a dead animal, they waited for any sign that they could spring upon the worried couple, just to fill their news slots for the hungry public and their editors. * Curled up on the bed the young Polish girl sobbed, hungry and thirsty, the horrible manacle back chaining her to the bed, but now on her other ankle, her hands fixed behind her back by leather cuffs. Shivering naked on the bed, drained and aching she lay awaiting her fate, unaware of the young surveillance officer outside frantic with worry about her, or the communication buzzing back and forth between Nottingham and the Home Office about what had occurred. * "It could be a Political disaster if we leave her in there and she dies. How would it look to the press and the public?" The minister sitting in his desk in Whitehall looked at his advisor and nodded, "Get the relevant paperwork together to get signed off for the raid, include in them the importance of gathering of evidence. Tell them to use her as the reason to do it, but the main focus is to get as much against Romanich and his empire as possible." "It should take about an hour, but I'll have it signed off." "Oh and tell Scotland Yard to get ready to do an internal on some of the Nottingham Officers. We need to handle the resulting mess when the shit hits the fan about the Detectives on the take as carefully as possible. I want to minimise the mess as much as we can. I'll brief the PM, and get his guidance to how he wants to handle the spin in the Press." Walking out the office and down the corridor the Senior Civil Servant laughed to himself. Get guidance from the Prime Minister! Stupid idiot couldn't advise on how to punch his way out of a paper bag, let alone handle this possible big scandal. Just one of many to hit this government lately, still it might take the press attention away from the other stuff being leaked into the papers and damaging the Cabinet and the leadership at the moment. Maybe they could use this as a bit of a distraction spin, and use it to their advantage after all. Anything to get their own dirty scandals from off the front pages. * Katrina drifted in and out of consciousness, the weight of Josh's hard naked body lying partly across hers trapping her, the blood from his wound seeping into the Police Officers jacket that half covered her battered and painfully crop marked torso from Alexei and John's cousin's eyes. "At least let me help them to get comfortable. Have some pity man, she's badly hurt, and the weight of his body is pinning her down awkwardly. Let me move them and give them some help." "Stay the fuck there!" The gun stayed pointed at him as Alexei moved his body into a more comfortable position, leaning up against one of the soft puffy chairs, his wounded leg sticking out in front of him, his other hand gripping the torn flesh where blood still was seeping out. "I'll tell you what you can do." Glancing around the room he spotted a Decanter with some amber liquid in it "Get me a drink, Whisky from over there. Bring me the whole lot." Pulling himself up from sitting against the wall behind him, John's cousin edged his way slowly towards the end of the room, and picking up the amber filled glass decanter made his way towards Alexei. Standing a little way away from the slumped man, he held out the Whisky, just enough to make Alexei have to reach up to grab it with his blood covered hand, his attention momentarily distracted, and as he clasped around the glass container, the older man kicked out his bare foot, hitting the hand holding the gun, and then into Alexei's crotch, causing him to scream out in pain, his finger curling in automatic reflex on the trigger in agony, shooting off another wild shot. * The loud sound echoed from inside the house, causing the people outside waiting to duck further behind their cover in shock. Men watched the quaint cottage, the front door hanging open obscenely where it had been kicked open hours before. In the ensuing silence the only sound that could be heard was the negotiator's exclamation, "Shitting hell. I wonder who the fuck he's shot, himself or one of the hostages?" * Konstantin sat handcuffed in the interview room, staring across at the two detectives interviewing him. "I told you, I want to do a deal. I've got information you want, and I can help you, but only if I know I'm going to go free. I'll turn informant if I get total immunity." "That's not up to us." "Then get the bugger who can do the deal, and get him quick. If you want to know the whole thing, I'm your man. I know everything, but I'm not spilling my guts unless I get what I want." * Listening on the radio, John heard the announcer report that there had been another shot heard from the hostage situation down on the Isle of Wight, but no further information as to whom or how many people were hurt. Running his hand through his hair, he sat at the desk in his friend Chris Gerard's Solicitors office, feeling sick to his stomach, worrying about Josh and Katrina, not knowing if they were safe and unhurt. He wished he was with them right now. This waiting was doing his head in, not knowing what was going on, the only way of getting any news of the situation was the same as everyone else in the UK, through the meagre news reports that were now being relayed every fifteen minutes. Standing up he paced the small room, his mouth and face puffed up from the punches he had received at the hands of Alexei's men, the bruises turning a deep purple, but refusing to go to the hospital to be checked out, his only thought was on listening to the radio to get the news of his friend and the young woman who's escaping from that bastard had started the whole ball rolling only days before. * Listening also on the radio were the two security men left at Alexei's house. Sitting in their office, watching the black and white flickering pictures on the security screens one said to the other, "What the bleeding hell do we do now? Romanich is not going to be coming back here, and we're the ones who are in his house, guarding it with a naked and bound woman up in the attic. What if the Police come?" "Well I'm not going to be found with her by the Old Bill, I'm off." And getting up, he unhooked the gun from his belt, and stepped out the room, followed by the other guard, both eager to save their own skins. The Flickering monitors in the empty security room showed them walking out to the multi car garage at the side of the house and getting into a black SUV. Leaving the naked and bound woman alone locked in the attic and the two dogs barking tethered up in the kennels at the back of the house, they drove down the drive towards the big Iron gates. At the back of the garage there sat a large chest freezer, the body of the shot Russian thug Petre dumped amongst the frozen meat and vegetables, waiting to be discovered. His murderer doing deals with the Police, about to put the final nail into his ex bosses nasty empire. Any Opportunity Will Do Ch. 15 No person is an Island, and as Kat and Josh lay in hospital, others lives are touched and they react. This is a story full of Characters, with two lovers at its centre. As in life nothing is sure, and I have not yet written the end, so if you have suggestions on what should happen to the people in my story, please let me know and I will try to incorporate some suggestions in the story. * In the scuffle with Alexei, the grey haired portly man, still wearing his pyjamas gritted his teeth and with both hands around the Alexei's wrist, tried to take the gun away from the struggling man, On his knees, and leaning over the Russian the two men thrashed about, each trying to get the upper hand, but eventually because of Alexei's weakness due to loss of blood he was able to get the upper hand over the wounded Russian. Scrambling back the gun now in his hand, his blood boiling in anger, he pointed it at the panting and sweating maniac responsible for the bloodbath in his lounge, and screaming with rage pulled the trigger. The gun just clicked, no bullet came out, and his chest heaving he listened as Alexei laughed hysterically. "You fucking bastard." Was the last thing Alexei heard as the end of the gun hit him over the head, knocking him senseless. * Behind the parked limousines where they knelt, the Negotiator and the others watched as a grey haired overweight man, his arms up in the air, staggered out into the sunlight, his blue pyjamas streaked with blood, his face ashen. "Help....they need help in there." He shouted, "Their all injured or dead." and with that he fell down to the ground to his knees. * The medics swarmed around the bodies in the lounge, gently moving the still body of the naked man off the injured woman, who lay moaning in pain. Checking his pulse they worked on him to save his life, his blood loss had been heavy, the bullet hitting him in his chest missing his heart, but doing a lot of damage. Placing the man on a stretcher with drips and oxygen mask over his face, they hurried him out to the waiting ambulance, while others worked on the woman, covering her naked body, and placing her also on a stretcher before taking her out through the door and into the glare of the day and prying eyes. Alexei's unconscious body had been removed, and accompanied in the ambulance by Police, waiting to interview and then charge him as soon as it was humanly possible. The ringing of the ambulances sirens could be heard from miles away, and as they left the scene of the carnage they drove past the news teams whose camera's captured the procession for posterity and the ever hungry news slots on TV. In her ambulance Kat, scared and her body on fire wherever the vicious crop had hit her, kept asking for news about Josh, but got no answer, just told to rest, that everything would be alright. But how, she thought through her pain, would everything be alright if he should die or was already dead. How could she bear to carry on living after all she had been through and to then lose the one man she felt safe with and wanted. Sitting in the back of a Police car, shaking, a blanket around his shoulders, John's cousin waited to be taken to the Station to give his account of what had occurred. Or at least an edited version of what had occurred, he was going to leave out the bit about almost shooting Alexei and there being no bullets left in the gun. That was something he was going to keep to himself, and thank the gods for. * Up in Nottingham John heard that survivors of the Hostage Siege in the Isle of Wight had been rescued, but that there was one dead amongst the hostages, still to be confirmed. Frantic with worry he stormed into Chris's office, interrupting a meeting with one of the Partners of the Practice, and requested to borrow his car keys so he could drive down and be there for his friend, whatever the outcome. Throwing his car keys at his friend, Chris said, "Keep in touch and let me know what is happening and where you are. The Police still want more statements from you." Catching the keys, "Thanks Chris, I owe you." "Yes you do, and I'll send you a bill as soon as I know where to send it!" Smiling John left, running down the stairs and towards the parked car, heading himself for the Isle of Wight and Kat and Josh, and whatever he would find there. * It had been hours since the two security men had grabbed her from the balcony and manhandled her back up to the attic to place her chained and bound on the bed. Since then there had been no sign of life, and she lay, her arms fixed by the leather cuffs behind her, her ankle chained to the bed frame, waiting, naked and tired, starving and thirsty, scared and hurting. Her whole world the wooden wall across the room from her, and her thoughts. Drifting in and out of sleep she dreamt of home and her family, of when she was young and free, of her pet dog and her friends, her mind trying to escape her reality.The reality of not knowing what was to happen to her, and how painful it was going to be. * In the woods surrounding the house the surveillance team had been removed and replaced with a SWAT team and Detectives getting ready to raid the big house, to rescue the girl and gather evidence on how Alexei ran his empire, names, places, dates, accounts and links to other known criminals. Radio's crackled as they waited and got instructions, watching as the SUV moved up to the Iron Gate and then as it started to swing open, allowing the two fleeing security men to move the big black car out and turn right onto the small country tree lined road, towards what the two men thought was freedom. Three hundred yards up the road they came to the roadblock, and sitting defeated in the car they waited as the cops walked up to the side windows before lowering them, and hearing the request to "Please step out of the car Sir." Back at the house the team was assessing the situation before making a move, when the crackle came over the radio from the roadblock team that the security men had told them that the only person still in the house was the girl up in the attic. "Not falling for that one." A gruff well built man in protective gear said, "Could be a trap." and the SWAT team waited and discussed the best way to do the swoop for another hour. * Katrina lay on the hospital bed, the saline drip in her arm, her wounds tended to, and pumped full of pain killers, a Policewoman at her side. "Please can you find out for me how he is?" Looking down at the young girl, her black hair spread around her pale face, eyes red rimmed from crying, she tried to re assure her, "Don't worry Miss, he's in good hands." "Please I need to know." "Just get some rest." Looking towards the door of the private room, she wondered herself if the shot man was alright. Last she had heard he had been taken down to surgery and they were fighting to save his life. * Back in the village everyone stood quietly as the body of the dead man was placed in the Hearst and respectfully watched as it was driven away. Even reporters stood quietly, the only sound camera's clicking, filming the scene, but everyone in silence, aware that a young Policeman's life had been taken whilst in the duty of doing his job. The long black vehicle made its way slowly over the Island towards the main town of Newport and the mortuary, and as it passed village people watched, still and sad. One of their own had been killed, and it hurt. Back in their small terraced house his parents had been broken the news, and his mother sat sobbing on the sofa, clutching the picture of her son in his uniform, looking so proud on the day he graduated from Police College in Hendon. Outside the reporters waited, wanting a statement. Anything they could put on the news, something their editors could use, anything, just anything, but aware that this was going to be a difficult time for the devastated couple shut up in their house, their only child now dead. * In the operating room of the hospital Surgeons battled to remove the bullet lodged deep in Josh's body, their skilled hands moving fast and sure as they cut him open and took out the remains of the misshapen lump of metal, repairing damaged organs and his ravaged flesh, before sewing him up. After the surgery he was taken up to Intensive Care where he lay, tubes and wires attached to his body, his vital signs monitored, and the white bandage around his body stark against his skin. Fighting for his life, he lay tended by nurses, while the papers reported his condition to the waiting world. * Hearing on the news the name of the injured man, now considered to be a hero, his ex wife looked across at her lover, as he sat there drinking his beer, and told him, "This could be a nice little earner for us. They'll pay good money for a picture of Josh, and maybe a story in the papers about him." Picking up the phone she asked Directory Enquiries to put her through to The News of the World, and then asked for the Editor, telling him she was Joshua Morrison's ex wife and would they like to discuss a possible deal for information and photo's of him. The Editor sitting in his news room raised a hand over to one of the best on his staff and beckoned him over. "Of course Mrs Morrison, we'd be delighted to meet with you, I'm sending over my people who will collect you and bring you to a small Hotel we use outside of London so that we aren't disturbed. Do you have an agent we can deal through?" smiling as he heard her say no, "Well no matter, we can deal direct and save you money. Agents take a big cut and don't do much anyway." Listening to her down the phone, he assured her that depending on what kind of information she was willing to give the payment would be a lucrative one. Putting down the phone, she turned to her lover and told him, "At last I'm going to make some decent money, I'm sure Josh won't care if I give them some photos and some stories about when we were married." Her lover just shrugged, not caring about Josh's feelings anymore than he did whilst Josh was fighting away in Iraq and he was screwing his wife here back in England. * John heard on the car radio that the dead man was the young Policeman, and that others were wounded, one of them seriously and was out of surgery and in intensive care. Breathing a sigh of relief that it wasn't Josh or his cousin who was dead he pushed down on the gas as he sped along on the long journey down to the South. His thoughts meandering as he thought about Kat and Josh, worrying about them, not caring that his own life was on hold, his home destroyed, and the Police wanting to question him about the arson attack and his role in the whole debacle that had been played out over the last forty-eight hours. * Sitting in the small apartment he had secretly shared with his dead lover, the blond surfer cried, mourning the death of his love. In the two years they had been together they had kept it a secret from all but their closest friends, due to Clive's job in the force and not wanting to hurt his parents. Now with his death he knew he had to preserve the illusion that Clive had so carefully made for his parents and superiors, and started to pack up his things, for he was an honourable man who really loved his sweet lover, and he now had to mourn for his loss all alone. * Konstantin was spilling his guts, giving names and places that the girls were being held in around the country and just who was on the take amongst the Police. Deals had been done, and he was being charged with a lesser crime that would not give him such a long protracted sentence in a maximum security prison. Sitting back in the hard uncomfortable chair, a plastic cup of coffee in one hand, the half smoked cigarette in the other he told them about Alexei's sexual preferences with a procession of girls taken from the houses for the Russians exclusive entertainment, and where their battered and broken bodies could be found. All except the one body in the freezer. That one they could find themselves. That one he was going to have to think of a way out on, as the bullet in the man's head would match the ballistics on the gun taken from him at the siege earlier that day. Any Opportunity Will Do Ch. 16 Kat and Josh lay in hospital, wounded from the aftermath of the siege. Alexei has been captured, and the law starts its process, keeping the lovers apart.. This is a story full of Characters, with two lovers at its centre. As in life nothing is sure, and I have not yet written the end, so if you have suggestions on what should happen to the people in my story, please let me know and I will try to incorporate some of your suggestions. * He felt the pain as he started to rise up into consciousness, deep inside his chest, each breath seemed to cause a sharp ache. His whole body felt like lead, and it took a real effort to open his eyes. As they fluttered open the light hurt his pupils so that he closed them and just listened to the sounds around him. Trying to remember where he was, his drug muddled brain just drifted at first, nothing making sense. Feeling someone take hold of his wrist, he tried again to open his eyes, and looking through slits he watched as a nurse took his pulse, "Am I still alive?" he asked in a thick slurred voice. "Mr Morrison, welcome back, just relax." the quiet gentle voice of the nurse told him as she moved to check on the drip bag running into the cannula attached to his hand. "Your doing fine." Trying to move, but finding he had no strength, and any slight movement caused flashing pain in his chest, Josh lay looking around him assessing his situation. "Am I in hospital?" "Yes Mr Morrison, you're here in intensive care. Everything is going well." Closing his eyes with exhaustion he drifted back to sleep, the pain killing drugs pumped into his body and the remains of the anaesthetic draining him of any strength, giving him the blessed healing of rest and the oblivion of sleep. The nurse checked the bottle attached to the tube draining his chest of the dark stained fluid gathering, keeping his lung and chest cavity free of fluid, and then the bandage covering the wound on the side of his chest, marring the otherwise firm skin over his tight firm pectoral muscle. Outside the Police guard sat reading his paper, and looking up as the nurse poked her head out the Intensive Ward doors, heard the words he had been waiting for hours to hear, "He's come round." Smiling down at the man to told him, "Vital signs are OK." Getting out his radio he called in the report, and then continued reading his early evening edition newspaper, which included the report on the incident that his charge had been shot during, as well as the death of his colleague. The young Policeman was being hailed a hero, killed as he tried to protect the beaten woman from being shot by Alexei, he had died as the bullet meant for Katrina had hit his heart. Meanwhile on another floor of the hospital Katrina lay giving her first statement to the two Detectives, the skin on her body feeling tight and painful as the horrible livid welts caused by the beating with the crop throbbed. Tired and scared she told them about how when she arrived at Heathrow Airport, believing she was being employed as an Au Pair for a young couple, she had then been whisked away and taken to a house where she had been beaten and raped continually by the men that had collected her, and forced into prostitution up in a house in Nottingham. Tears streaming down her face, she told them what she knew, giving as much as she could, but it became to much and after a while the compassionate Detective told her that they would leave her to rest and continue when she felt a little better. The young Policewoman assigned to sit with her had listened, her heart breaking for the terrible experience her charge had been through. Turning her face in shame towards the wall, Katrina cried, for her lost innocence, for her lost hopes and dreams, and for Josh, who no-one would tell her if he had survived the surgery or not. * John drove the car off the Ferry onto the small port, and following the slow procession of cars out of the main entrance, turned right towards the road that would take him to Newport and the main Hospital where he hoped he would find Josh and Katrina. At the same time Phil Amery was leaving the main Police Station in Newport, having sat in with a series of interviews that were being conducted with Konstantin, who was singing like a bird. A list of houses throughout the country where woman were being held and forced to work in the sex trade had been sent to the main Head Quarters to co-ordinate raids to be set up, and all the relevant agencies gathered together to give the support that would be required for such a big and complex plan. Parking his car in the main car park, and looking for the small change needed to pay for the Hospital Parking he watched as a Mercedes pulled into the space next to his, and watched as the man, his face swollen, his clothes covered in dirt and looking exhausted stormed towards the Hospital Entrance. Forgetting to get his parking ticket he followed the man, a gut feeling that he might be John Brewer whom he had been in contact with from the first, and walked behind him as John went up to the main information desk demanding to be told which ward Josh Morrison was in. The middle aged pinched faced woman with a tight bun looked at the man, and moving back a little in her chair as if threatened by the glaring John, explained that any press enquiries or visitors had to wait over there, pointing to a seating area to the left, which was packed with people, all looking curiously at the man starting to get irate at the desk. "Look I'm his friend, tell me where he and Kat is, NOW." Moving forward, showing the woman and John his identification, Phil Amery nodded at John putting out his hand to shake, "John Brewer? I'm Phil Amery, we meet at last. Come with me." Turning on his heel, leaving the receptionist with her mouth gaped open and the visitors staring, John went with Phil, asking him how Josh and Kat are. "Mr Morrison is in intensive care, the bullet removed, and recovering, and Katrina is under guard in a private room, her wounds being tended to. She'll physically recover, and the marks will fade, but the mental scars may take a lot longer, if ever they fade at all." "Can I sit with Josh, see him?" "I'll get you cleared, but it might take awhile." Walking up the stairs, Phil pulled out his mobile and called the relevant person to get permission. After a long conversation during which a lot of comments like, 'no problem', and 'no sweat it's taken care of', they reached the door of the Intensive Care Unit, a Policeman sitting on a red plastic chair by the door. "Wait here John, I'm going in. As soon as I hear its OK you can come in, until then just sit down and make yourself as comfortable as you can." and he disappeared into the unit, leaving John staring through the small pane of Opaque glass in the door, unable to make out a thing. "Please sit down Sir," the copper pointed to another red plastic chair further up the corridor, and walking over to it he slumped down, waiting for Phil to give him the nod to go in. * Phil looked down at Josh, now a little more alert; his body connected to tubes and drips, and pulled out a chair next to the bed. Sitting down he introduced himself and asked him how he felt. "Like I've been shot in the chest by a bullet." Came the sarcastic reply, "How's Katrina, they won't tell me much. Is she here?" "Yes she's here and she's OK." "Can I see her?" "Not quite yet, we need to get your statements first. Independent statements on what happened. Do you think you're up to it yet?" "I'm a bit woozy, but I think I can remember most of it. Up until I passed out that is. Not sure of everything." "No problem. We'll get what you remember for now, and then if anything else comes to you later we'll get that." "Did you get that bastard?" "Yes." "and........" "And nothing. I'm sorry but I can't tell you anything at the moment, except he's in custody." "What happens now?" "Now you get better, and we do what we do." "What about Katrina? What happens to her?" "She'll be looked after." "You're a closed mouthed fucker aren't you? Not giving anything away." Phil just smiled and getting up told Josh to rest and that someone would be in tomorrow to take his statement if he felt up to it." Josh lay there, watching as the tall man walked out of the ward feeling as helpless as a new born baby, frustrated and angry that everything had been taken out of his hands, and that there didn't seem anyway to get to see Katrina and make sure how she was. He lay there memories of watching her being beaten by Alexei playing in his mind, and his remembering his feelings of helplessness and rage that he had not been able to stop her being hurt by the bastard. Seething feelings of revenge started to take seed. * The afternoon sun tried to break through the clouds, and the trees made deep rustling sounds as the SWAT team made their move. Entering the grounds they made their way carefully towards the house, and breaking down the well enforced front door with the specially adapted battering ram made for just these types of raids, they swarmed through Alexei's home, looking for evidence. Eventually they made their way up to the attic door at the top of the house, and trying to open it and finding it locked, kicked it down before entering. The men came to a sudden stop at the sight that greeted them. Lying on the bed was the Polish girl, her eyes wide open in fear, her body curled on its side, naked, her hands bound behind her back, leg chained to the metal frame at the bottom of the bed. One of the men made a move, taking off his flak vest and then removing his jacket, he placed it around her, covering her up and releasing her hands, as another man looked around for a way to undo the metal cuff surrounding her ankle. Finding the key on the table, which was pushed back away from the bed, he released her leg, shouting out for his partner to get the ambulance for her. She lay there watching, all strength drained, unable to react, her mind numb, her body hurt, eyes wide as she was rescued from the attic room and taken away into the outside world, a place she had been stolen from only five days before. * Handcuffed to a bed in another Hospital room, guarded and watched lay the Russian Alexei Romanich, the bullet removed from his thigh, his anger at being caught and restrained a palpable anger emanating from his prone body. Nurses tended him, as they had with Josh, checking his drips and wound, but with a natural reticence for they sensed in this man a real evil, his face watching their every move, his eyes despite the drugs spiteful and with a cold hard stare. His high priced Solicitor had been summoned and was negotiating with Police for better treatment and to have him moved up to London. Whilst Konstantin was giving more and more information about Alexei's empire, working to make sure he was given a light sentence to it would be served in an open prison if possible. Making a deal with a devil left a bad taste in the mouth of the law, but it meant achieving results quickly and efficiently, thus allowing them to release the women who were held around the country and giving them back their lives. * Whilst elsewhere others either mourned their loss, or grabbed for their five moments of fame. Leeching off the misfortune of others, accepting their pieces of gold for selling their stories to the press. Any Opportunity Will Do Ch. 17 Kat and Josh are apart but missing each other as they pick up the pieces of their shattered lives. Will they get back together? This is a story full of Characters, with two lovers at its centre. As in life nothing is sure, and I have not yet written the end, so if you have suggestions on what should happen to the people in my story, please let me know and I will try to incorporate some of your suggestions. * Josh sat watching the world go by as John drove him home, the car speeding along through the rain, the windscreen wipers slapping back and forth, the weather matching his mood. It had been a couple of weeks since the siege. A couple of weeks since they had removed the bullet from his chest, and a couple of weeks since he had seen or spoken to Katrina. Whilst in the hospital he had tried to see her, but they had whisked her away and had her in protection somewhere, and all requests had been met by the authorities with a blank wall. Inside his chest there was an ache, which had nothing to do with the bullet that had been taken from in there, but from missing her, wanting to see her, to hold her, to smell her, to talk to her. But the authorities didn't care about his broken heart, only that they had a key witness against Alexei that needed protection. That they wanted to make sure they kept her safe until the trial and after that, who knows. John looked across at his friend, "Fancy my place for supper before I drop you back at your apartment, I can promise you warm beer and lousy food." Josh shrugged, "OK." "Don't sound so excited at the prospect of my crap cooking skills." Continuing staring out at the rain as it beat down, he asked John "Where do you think they've got her?" "Josh stop torturing yourself, they aren't going to let you see her, she's in a safe house. My guess is they are giving her all the support she needs, psychological and physical. Mike Amery told me that a lot of agencies are helping the women that were rescued, and she's in good hands wherever she is." "I love her," "Josh if you love her give her the time wherever she is to heal and get her life together. You'll see her at the trial, and then you can see if there is still something there. After all you only really knew each other for a handful of days in total, and it was pretty intense. See how you feel, and how she feels once you've both had some time." Closing his eyes, Josh leant back in the seat, trying to picture Katrina, but all he saw was that last sight of her, hanging by her wrists from the rope, naked and being beaten by Alexei, and her screaming for help. Help he was unable to give her, and he had promised only that night before to never let any harm come to her and protect her. It was eating at his soul. * Katrina sat with the Rape Counsellor talking about her feelings of helplessness and shame, of how she had felt and still felt dirty, and how she mourned her innocence. Working together they were helping her to understand her feelings, and to come to terms with what had happened to her as a victim. But she kept it to herself about her feelings about Josh. At night she lay alone in her bed, thinking of him, making herself feel safe by imagining his arms around her like that last night, his body wrapped around hers, his gentleness and caring giving her the strength to carry on, his memory helping her to fight back and take back her life and not let Alexei still have any power over her. In the flat they had placed her in she had everything she needed, except the one thing she really wanted. Her lover, Josh, the one man whom she felt safe with. * In another town, in another flat lay the Polish girl. She lay staring up at the ceiling, remembering the nightmare she had found herself living in the attic. Around her neck she wore a silver crucifix which she rubbed between her finger and thumb, and mumbled her prayers, asking for forgiveness. Forgiveness for what had happened to her and what she wanted to do. She too was seeing Counsellors to help her come to terms with the abuse, but unlike Katrina she was not making progress, and her hate and need for revenge was taking on an enormous part of her thoughts. For her to get back her life she would need to take another route, a route that she was busy dreaming up, keeping those plans to herself. * Sitting in the rented caravan on the grounds in front of Johns burnt down farmhouse, Josh took a long pull out of the can, his head tipped back, and then told John, "You weren't kidding when you said that the beer was warm." "Nor the food lousy!" "No, you were spot on there my friend." After a long silence, Josh asked John what he intended to do now his business was burnt down with his home. "After I've sorted out the insurance and given evidence at the trial, I'm going to re-enlist, go back to what I know how to do. How about you?" "Not sure. I'll see if the security jobs pan out, and if they don't, I might just join you." * In his cell Alexei sat, feeling like a caged animal, all dignity stripped from him, watched continually by hostile guards, for he had killed one of their own, and feelings were high amongst the staff. His men had turned against him, saving their own skins by doing deals, and his connections in the outside world was cut off, ensuring he did no revenge contracts on those who could testify against him at trial. Looking around his small bare cell, the minimum of personal things allowed, he seethed for he was a man used to his expensive possessions and freedom, and that had all been taken from him, due to that little slut and that man. In the pecking order of the prison world he was looked down on, a purveyor of sex through the rape of women is not thought highly of in the set of laws of the criminal world inside. There were men who wanted to make their mark on him, and he was aware of the hostility from them. Inside he was no longer the man to be feared, the man that with just one look men trembled. He was a rapist and thus one of the lowest of low. A sex offender. * Meetings were being held, Barristers briefed, evidence prepared, the trial date set for six months time. The newspapers and television news went on to the next scandal, the next murder, the next outrage, whilst those that were touched by the tragedy started to rebuild their lives. The young policeman's parents mourned, his mother now on tranquillisers, her emotions numbed by the pills, not caring of life anymore. Her husband watching as his wife of thirty years faded before his eyes. A double loss. The surfer moved on, finding another, but never forgetting his lover. Secretly mourning his loss, for he knew that was what Clive would have wanted. His parent's memory kept intact believing what they wanted, his sexuality not pulled out of the closet, and this was his last gift to him. Some of the women rescued went back home to loving families that took them back with open arms and compassionate hearts, whilst others stayed in the UK to ashamed and traumatised to return, wanting to make a life over here, dealing with their memories. Some even went back on the game, as independents, making their money to live using their bodies, but not forced, free, on their own terms. Whilst Josh had his interviews, and got a job as a security guard in an industrial unit, working nights. Bored with time to think he walked the large area, checking it out, ensuring all was safe, but dreaming of Katrina, counting down the time he would see her at the trial and be able to make sure she was OK. He went through the motions of living, but was not really alive. And John sat in his rented caravan, fighting another fight. This time with his insurance company, determined to not back down he sat either phoning or writing to them, seeking his compensation for the destroyed property, and not accepting their paltry offer as they tried to wriggle out of what he was entitled to. * Phil Amery sat talking with Pat Cleary, from the OSCE, the organisation that is a primary instrument for early warning of conflict, prevention and crisis management in Europe. Old friends they were relaxing over a drink, reminiscing and catching up before getting down to work on their joint venture, the problem of Human Sex Trafficking from the former Eastern Block countries to Western Europe. "So how Phil did the two ex soldiers get tangled up in all of this?" "Apparently it was a matter of being in the right place at the wrong time. Fortuitous for us, or the girl would have surely been caught and killed by that bastard. We've dug up two bodies of other girls he kept and then discarded, and were sure there are more. Also found the body of one of his own men in a freezer, killed on his orders." "Nice fellow!" "Mmm...I've been meaning to ask you how you recruit your teams for the OSCE?" "Why thinking of joining us. We could do with good men like yourself." "Naw. I'm settled here, but I think I might have two men that might interest you." "Well we recruit through nomination from participating states. Wouldn't be the two ex soldiers your thinking of would it?" "Maybe." "We have Rapid Expert Assistance and Co Operation Teams that might need experienced and level headed men. Let me look into it and get back to you." "Another beer Pat." "Another beer, and then I need to get back." * Katrina slipped out the window, a back pack over her shoulder, and climbed down into the night. Looking around her to make sure she hadn't been seen she hurried up the road, leaving behind the safe house and the life that the authorities had set up for her. It had been a long five months and the trial was coming up soon, but she could no longer wait, her need to see Josh was overwhelming. Scared of facing Alexei, even in court, she needed him, needed his strength and sneaking out to make the journey north she intended to see him. Climbing onto the bus she asked if it went near Victoria Bus Station, and being told it did, sat down and travelled the first leg of her journey back to where it all started. Back to an unsuspecting Josh, back to what she hopped was a man who loved her as she loved him. Any Opportunity Will Do Ch. 18 Kat runs to Josh, the man she loves. This is a story full of Characters, with two lovers at its centre. As in life nothing is sure, and I have not yet written the end, so if you have suggestions on what should happen to the people in my story, please let me know and I will try to incorporate some of your suggestions. * Josh watched as the daytime relief walked towards him across the large expanse of the Industrial Area he was working at as a Security Guard. It was six o'clock in the morning and his shift had come to an end. Exhausted from a twelve hour shift he shrugged into his jacket and picked up his bag walking out of the tiny mobile office met the day shift man just outside of the unit that was his headquarters during the night. "How was it last night?" "Quiet. No problems. Block three has an outside light out and I've written the report up and left it on the desk for you. Ordered the replacement and set up for it to be done this afternoon." Walking out to his car, he rolled his shoulders, tired and grumpy. The work was boring but it paid a wage that allowed him to live. Just about. He wasn't going to set the world on fire, but since the siege he hadn't wanted to, preferring to work and just go home to his flat and sleep. His life revolved around the two places, flat and work, with the occasional visit to John and the pub. The one he met her at, the one were it all started. Climbing in behind the wheel he started the car and pulling out of the car park drove towards his home and the oblivion of sleep. * Katrina rang the bell, receiving no answer. Panicking she wondered if he had moved. It had never occurred to her he might not be here. Stepping back from the main door to the block of apartments she looked up towards what she thought was his windows and felt the tears start to form in her eyes. What should she do she thought? Where should she go? Standing there lost in her emotions she never noticed the car drive past her towards the garages, nor the man as he dragged his bone weary body up the pathway around the side of the building towards the door. As he walked along Josh felt a strong pull, not sure what it was, but he felt it so strong that he stopped walking and turned to look behind him. His heart seemed to stop beating for a second before it resumed hard and fast in his chest as he saw her, sitting on the low wall, her shoulders slumped, her bag held dangling between her jean clad legs, her sweet face surrounded by her long black hair. Katrina. Looking up as if she had heard her name spoken she saw him, and getting up and running towards him she threw herself at him shouting his name, "Josh." as his arms grabbed around her, hugging her to him, his face burrowing in her neck, a broken whisper escaping his lips, "Katrina." The two people stood hugging, unaware of anything around them. Josh raised his head and brushing her hair back from her face looked down into her tear washed eyes and stated in a broken voice, "You're here? Are you OK?" "Yes I'm here. I missed you so much and I couldn't stand it anymore. Are you angry?" Kissing her lips he smiled, "Angry? Katrina these past five months have been hell without you." Smiling up at him she told him, "I wanted to see you at the hospital, but they wouldn't let me. They told me you were alright and that they had taken out the bullet from you, but they wouldn't let me see you. Then they took me and placed me in some place to the west of London and last night was the first time I managed to get away. They're probably going to discover I've gone soon." Laughing she told him, "We've only got a couple of hours before they work out where I am." Laughing down at her Josh shook his head, "That's my Kat, ever the escape artist." Touching his cheek with her hand, feeling the stubble she whispered, "Are you going to talk for the next couple of hours out here, or are you going to take me upstairs and make love with me." Stepping back he held out his hand for her to take, and walking together they went up the path to the door, where she stood as he took out his key and opened it up, allowing her to enter, to go up to where she felt safe, to where she knew she would find love if only for a short while. * They lay facing each other on his bed, his hand stroking the skin of her back, her small breasts pressed against his chest, their legs entwined, their heads resting on the pillows. Pushing up against his shoulder she pushed him to lay back, bending her face over his she kissed him deeply and sweetly, her hands cupping his face, the tips of her fingers burrowing into his hair, her palms touching his ears. Laying her body over his, she felt his arms hold her to him, his thighs spread out to allow her to settle her legs between them, his manhood pressing up into her thighs hard and hot. "Kat." he hoarsely pleaded, "Kat....." as his tongue plunged deeper taking her as he rolled back over, his body pressing down hard onto her, his hands rising up to hold her head still. Mouth pressed against mouth, lips pressing down against lips, tongues duelled and rubbed, as body pressed against body. He couldn't seem to get enough of her and his movements became more frantic as his hand swept down to her breast, squeezing and kneading as he continued the deep kiss, the taste of her intoxicating, her smell filling his senses, her touch sending tingling sensations wherever she touched him. Dragging his mouth from hers he kissed his way down her neck, making his way down until he settled it over the hard tip cresting a small firm globe and suckled, feeling her body arch up, her gasp of pleasure driving him on. Nipping and suckling her worked her breasts, his hand holding onto one, the other hand sweeping under her back to lift her up towards him, giving him more access, her hands in his hair pushing him harder against her. Her legs opened up inviting him to enter, as frantically they rubbed against each other, no finesse, no elegance, just raw need to connect, to join, to become one. Slipping inside her in one long sweep, his body curving up, her legs hooking over his back, ankles crossed, she thrust her hips up to meet him, arms holding on for dear life as they pumped into each other, the sounds of gasping and grunts filling the early morning light. Warm, wet and tight she felt like heaven to him. Hard, pulsing and deep he thrust, the rhythm fast and furious, the pull to be deeper, to push harder, to be inside of the very core of her taking hold and driving his body on. Her nails raked his back as she writhed in passion under the onslaught, feeling alive, feeling him possess her. The small pain mingling with the pleasure as her body rose up towards coming, the tight pulse in her groin increasing as did his strong sweeping movements inside of her. Throwing his head back as he came, he felt her muscles clench around him, her cry of satisfaction echoing around the bedroom, her slick sweat soaked body shuddering with her own orgasm as they came. Five months of wanting and waiting exploding together in an orgasmic burst of white hot passion. * Back in Richmond at the Rape Councillors office Denise Flatly sat at her desk talking with Katrina's case officer Malcolm Whitty . "She's missed her eleven o'clock appointment and no one at the apartments has seen her since late afternoon yesterday." "Shit, where the hell was the security on the place." "Where they were meant to be, down at the front foyer and round the back by the fire escape." "Do you think Romanich's men have got her?" "No idea, but we need to let Phil Amery know." "Shit, heads will roll now." "So long as it's not ours!" * Josh stroked back Kats hair and told her, "We have to let them know where you are." "Why? Why can't I just stay with you and turn up for the trial later." Kissing her nose he smiled, "I would love you to stay with me, but I think the authorities have other plans until after the trial." "We could phone them up in a few days. I could stay with you for a few days." Shaking his head he explained, "Kat they are probably tearing their hair out with worry for you, thinking Alexei has somehow sent men out to get you to stop you testifying. We have to let them know where you are. I'll speak to Phil Amery and let him know you're safe and then negotiate with him to let us see each other over the next month until it's all over." "What then Josh? When it's all over, what is to happen to me?" "What do you mean?" "I'm in this country illegally. Once the trial is over they may deport me back to Belarus." "Not if you're my wife they won't." Smiling up at him she asked "Is that a proposal?" "Yes Kat it's a proposal." Hugging him she said "I love you Josh." "Is that a yes?" "Yes, it's a yes." * Phil lent back, listening to the garbled excuses coming down the line from Malcolm, "They think she was taken out the side window and somehow lowered to the street, and there was no sign of any break in or noise for the security men at the apartments to hear. No tip off that Alexei had a contact with anyone on the outside to get to her...." "Malcolm, stop there. Stop panicking. She's up with Josh Morrison in Newark. He phoned about ten minutes ago. It's all in hand. He's bringing her back down tomorrow." "Josh Morrison, how did he get her? Are we pressing charges? I thought he was another witness?" "It's a long story, but no he didn't 'get' her. She ran to him. He'll keep her safe and deliver her over to you tomorrow. I've agreed to let them have contact and he's going to come down each weekend to see her." Holding the phone from his ear as he heard Malcolm swear, he waited until he was finished, and then told him, "Yeah well as they are both witnesses, and it seems now an 'item', we might as well give in to human nature and let them see each other. Otherwise we might have to lock up the young lady to keep our eye on her, and after what she went through I have no intention of doing that to her, understand?" * Josh watched as Kat knelt next to the box still standing unpacked in the corner of his lounge. She was again wearing one of his sweatshirts, the sleeves rolled up on her slim arms, her hair pulled back into the ponytail, her tiny feet bare as she bent over the box pulling out his things, and telling him off for not unpacking even after all this time. "I just didn't feel like it. This place has never felt like home. Just somewhere to sleep." Looking over her shoulder at him she asked, "Will we live here?" "If you want." "I can get a job as a waitress." "Lots of places in town you could work at." Smiling she turned back to the box. "When you come back from work tomorrow I'll have all this unpacked." Josh leaned back watching her marvelling at how unfazed by all that had happened to her she seemed to be. "Kat?" "Mmm...." "Are you OK with the trial? Seeing Alexei again, and having to face him?" Sitting back on her heels she hung her head for a moment before turning towards him. "Each time I think of that man I come out in a cold sweat and my heart starts to race. But I am going to face him and show him I'm not scared, that he can't hurt me anymore. That I am in control and that what he did is behind me." Getting up and walking over to Josh she sat on his lap, kissing his mouth, "I saw the scar on your chest that he caused by nearly killing you, and I hate him even more for almost taking you away from me. But he didn't and I'm free, and I have you, and as long as I have that I know I have won." Kissing her Josh then pulled her back to rest against his chest, her head against his shoulder, his arms around her. "It's a hell of a thing Kat, but I'm more scared than you of facing him at the trial." "Why?" "Because I want to kill the bastard for what he did to you, and I'm scared I might just do it when I see him. Seeing him whip you and not being able to do anything to help you has been eating me alive." "Don't let it Josh. When you held me after I was cut down, looking up at your eyes helped to dull the pain. Knowing you were holding me gave me strength, and over the last five months remembering the gentleness you showed me helped to put it all behind me and move on." The two lovers sat quietly on the threadworm couch, each getting strength from the other, happy to be together and knowing that they would be there to support each other during the difficult ordeal of the trial coming up. Any Opportunity Will Do Ch. 19 The drama has unfolded, but is it yet over? Revenge is a strong emotion, but who will be the one to give it and the one to get it. This is a story full of Characters, with two lovers at its centre, please enjoy and be aware there are some scenes describing nonconsensual sex and violence. * John and Josh walked down the road towards The Old Bailey, the mass of press and camera's spilling out onto the road. Taking a deep breath the men walked on faster, moving through the area cordoned off for people to enter the imposing structure of British Justice. Once inside they were stopped and asked to show identification, and while they waited as they were checked off the witness list and checked out for concealed weapons Josh looked around to see if he could see Kat. He knew the press were waiting in a frenzy to get a photo of her, as one of the two women held personally by Alexei and the one they knew was going to testify the most to help bring him down. Over the last two weeks the papers had been writing about her, spreading speculation as to what had occurred up in the attic, and reporting some of the sordid details of her time during the siege, and today was the first day of her testimony, which is why he and John had turned up to give her support. They had both been giving their own testimony during the last week, with Josh telling the story of how at the pub she had bumped into him and how they had ended up running to the Isle of Wight to keep her safe. How they had been pulled out of bed by Alexei's men and then the dreadful details of her beating as she hung by her wrists defenceless, and then his being shot in the chest by Alexei. He had stood in the witness box for two and a half days, Alexei staring at him with complete malice answering the questions put to him by both the Prosecution and the Defence Barristers. During the defence questions he was accused of abducting Kat himself for his own means, and felt his face flame up with anger as the smarmy bewigged and gowned man implied that he Josh had used her as a common prostitute and that is why they were found in bed naked, that he was just another of her tricks. Biting his angry retort back he told the man that they both had willingly made love, and were due to get married as soon as the trial was over. That sent the press scribbling, and that morning the headline in the papers stated 'White Knight To Wed White Slavery Victim'. Hating his private life being thrown across the papers for all too see he had refused all offers to sell his story, telling reporters to go to hell, and then watched as his ex wife sold hers a second time. Sitting down in the viewers balcony of the court room, he watched as the jurors came in, watching their faces and wondering how the five woman jurors felt as they had listened to the sordid details of what had happened to the poor women taken and abused around the country by Alexei and his men, kept in houses, scared and unable to escape their fate. Did they picture it happening to them, their sisters, daughters and granddaughters? Did the men on the jury wonder if they had ever used any of the women inadvertently if they had ever visited a brothel? Did they think of how these women came to be there, servicing men, and who got the money they paid for their quick fuck with a stranger? Looking across the row where he and John sat, he watched as Phil Amery moved towards them. Phil sat next to him and they shook hands watching as the Judge entered in his red and black gown, his wig slightly askew on his head, the court standing as he entered, to give respect to the Crown and the Law. He listened to the legal talk of the officials discussing the handing out of maps to demonstrate to the jury the position of certain sites, and then it was time to call the next witness, Katrina. Sitting forward he watched as she entered the court, her face averted away from the defendant box where Alexei in his smart designer suit stood, glaring at her, his eyes narrowed with hate, his whole demeanour intimidating. Taking the witness box she glanced up at Josh in the balcony and he smiled a reassuring smile, as the court usher walked up to her with the Bible and she took her oath. Standing there speaking in a clear and strong voice she answered the questions given to her, telling her horrific story of how she applied for the job of Au Pair, meeting up with the man who had arranged to meet her at Heathrow, thinking she was meeting the husband of where she was going to work, only to be taken away and locked in a bedroom of a house somewhere, gang raped and beaten until she agreed to work for them. Josh felt his own tears fall as he listened to her evidence, his admiration for her growing as he heard her terrible story explained in front of so many people, her chin held high, no longer the victim but his Kat, a woman with an inner strength that he admired and loved. Over the course of the day she answered the questions, only once breaking down when she told of the day Alexei came to the house and chose her to go upstairs with him, hurting her for the first time, using his hands around her neck to hold her still whilst he raped her, squeezing so that she could hardly breath and laughing as she begged him to stop. It was at this point that the Judge called it a day and dismissing the court told Katrina and the Jury not to discuss what had been spoken of in court to anyone. As the judge left Alexei shouted across to Katrina something in Russian. His Defence Lawyer scurried over to him, trying to calm his client down, but failing as Jurors were hustled out and Katrina started to walk towards the door. Josh could hear the Russian angrily argue with his own council, his angry voice rising in an arrogant tirade. Phil shook his head, "He knows his going to lose, and this is his final chance to hurt her." "Do you know what he said?" "No, but guessing from the look on Katrina's face, she did." * Over the next two days Katrina stood in the court giving her evidence, answering difficult questions, describing her time at Alexei's house, the beatings, the bondage, the raping, the pain she had experienced. Trembling she relived the nightmare, refusing to stop when ever she broke down and cried, determined to get it over with, and testify to make sure Alexei was found guilty of the charges brought against him. Finally it came to the morning of the siege and taking a drink of the water offered her, she told of being dragged from the bed and taken downstairs, scared and naked. Under gentle questions from the Prosecution she told of the final beating and how there was a struggle for the gun, hearing the shots, fearing Josh had been killed, and seeing the body of the young Policeman laying in the pool of seeping blood close to where she lay, pinned by Josh's unconscious body. The court listened in a tense hush, the press writing down their reports, some members of the Jury obviously moved by the young woman and her testimony, glancing across at the man in the dock they seemed shocked that something like this could happen. Finally photos were given to the Jury, photos showing Katrina's injuries, her body being shown to strangers once again, her dignity stripped from her even in court. Finally the Prosecution sat down and it was the Defences turn. Like with Josh, it seemed that the thrust of the defence was that she had willingly become a prostitute, leaving Belarus with that intention, taking up with Alexei as a willing and consensual participant in BDSM, and that at no time was she held captive or abused against her will. Katrina answered back, calm and quiet, her hands gripping the wooden rail, "Why would I consent to being beaten nearly unconscious by whips and crops? What possible enjoyment would I have in being given to strangers as part payment for their services to him?" pointing at Alexei, her eyes daring him to challenge her. But the Defence kept on at her, bringing up her sleeping and having sex with Josh so soon after they met, using that to point to her being promiscuous and loose. Shaking her head she told the man questioning her that she had been a virgin when she had been gang raped by the men, and that Josh was the first man she had willingly given herself to, and until that time she had no say in who used her body from the time she got off the plane to the moment that Josh had rescued her. Over the next two days the Defence kept on at her, trying to break her down, but she held her head up, never wavering, answering back each time the truth, that Alexei was responsible for raping and hurting her, keeping her captive and abusing her, pimping her out and for three months making her life a living hell. Finally she was released and Josh rushed out of the viewers' gallery and downstairs to meet her in the witness room, where he held her close as she sobbed into his chest, her small body shaking with the relief that it was all over. * The next day the Polish girl walked through the door of the Old Bailey, accompanied by the Interpreter and her Case Worker, her bag clutched to her chest. As they approached the electronic metal detector she had to walk through, she pretended to faint and was helped to a chair at the side of the area, whilst people scurried about to get her a glass of water. Giving her bag to the Case Worker who had already passed through the metal detector, she let everyone fuss over her until she felt it time to get up and move towards the arch, passing through without it beeping and continuing on towards where she was directed. In the lift her Case Worker suddenly realised she was holding the small bag, and handing it to the frail girl, smiled and asked in English if she was feeling alright. Nodding the Polish girl looked up at the woman, smiling to reassure her, before standing in front of the opening doors and stepping out. * Alexei sat in the dock; his tie and shoe laces having been removed the night before. He realised things were not going well, but he and his Barrister hoped that if they presented these woman to have low morality and to have participated with consent, all he had to do was claim the gun went off whilst he was defending himself after being shot himself. A possible manslaughter whilst under duress was his defence against the murder of the young Policeman. His defence with the woman was they all came to work for him willingly, and therefore a charge of living off immoral earnings was the correct charge and not kidnapping and enslavement. The court stood up as the Judge walked in and then sat back down, a murmur of expectation running around the court. With the Prison Officer sitting slightly behind him in the dock, Alexei waited for the next witness, his last little plaything, the girl with the frightened doe eyes. In she walked, clutching her arms around her stomach, her thin shoulders hunched as if she was expecting him to reach out from the dock and hit her. Smiling he sat back, satisfied that he still had the power over this one, that she was scared of him, and that gave him a small thrill. The Interpreter stood by her, explaining the oath as the shaking woman held onto the Bible with her hand, her brown lank hair hiding her face as she looked down, her body language speaking volumes. Respectfully the Defence Barrister asked her about herself before she had come over to England, and in a timid voice she answered in Polish, the Interpreter translating her answers for the court. Up in the balcony watching, the press artist was drawing a sketch of her that would appear in the papers that night, and the dead Policeman's parents sat, as they had done everyday, listening to the story of the monster that had taken away the life of their son. Halfway through the morning the young Polish girl started to cry in earnest and being offered a tissue by the court usher shook her head and put her hand into the pocket of her skirt as if to pull out her own. As her hand rose up over the edge of the witness box there was an audible gasp, in her hand was a gun, and it pointed at Alexei. Shouting out something in Polish at him she pulled the trigger, the loud sound echoing around the wooden walled courtroom, as a security man lunged towards her, and Alexei started to rise up in shock. Looking down at his chest, Alexei watched as his blood pumped out, falling down to his knees, and then falling forward, the wall of the dock stopping him as he was caught slumped up on his knees. His prison Officer sitting behind him leaning forward trying to help, but it was too late, Alexei's heart had stopped, deprived of the life-giving blood that now drained out the wound in his chest, his main artery severed. Dead. Any Opportunity Will Do Ch. 20 I hope you have enjoyed the story of Josh and Katrina, and all the people that got entangled around their tale of love. All the towns named in this tale are actual places that can be found around Britain, and who knows, maybe some of the people are real too. * Laughing at the toast John had just made, Josh looked across at Kat. She looked so beautiful, her long black hair up in a French twist, the soft cream dress off setting her lovely clear skin, the bouquet of white and red roses laying on the pub table, matching the white rose in his jacket lapel. It had been three months since the trial, and since then so much had happened. Good things. He and Katrina had been living together; getting to know each other, learning what each other was really like. At night he was there to hold her when she had her nightmares. Bad dreams that sometimes took her back to the time with Alexei, but these were getting fewer and the work with the rape councillor was helping her to come to terms with her past. She had started work recently as a receptionist for Chris Gerard at his Solicitors office, who was sitting laughing along with the others in the pub were it all started. It was where he and Kat had met almost a year ago when she was running from Konstantin and the men, bumping into him, knocking him over and changing his life, and where they were holding their wedding lunch. John sat down, his toast over and the small group of friends called for a speech from the Groom. The small ceremony at the Registry Office in Newark had been low key, with John, Chris and his wife, Phil Amery and his, John's cousin, and Kats Counsellor attending. People they trusted, and who had been there when they were needed, at a time in their lives when good people who took risks to help two lost souls to come through and survive. Clearing his throat, Josh stood up and stuffed his hands in his trouser pockets, his tie was pulled loose, his shirt collar undone, his short hair as usual slightly messy, his face flushed with a little too much beer and pleasure. Kat smiled to herself, so proud of her new husband, thinking to herself that he was just the nicest man she had ever met, and that she was the happiest woman alive. "Unaccustomed as I am to making a speech, I will keep this short and sweet." Turning and looking down towards Kat sitting next to him he stopped for a short pause, "Kat and I consider ourselves the luckiest people in the world. We have you all to thank for so much." Looking around at each of the faces around the table in the pub, the remains of the wedding meal on the polished surface along with the half drunk glasses of beer and wine he continued, "Each of you were there when we needed you, each of you have helped us without a second thought, without asking for anything in return, and with amazing courage, and for this we thank you, and count you as our closest friends." Picking up his pint he watched as Kat stood, holding her glass of wine up, and he said, "To the best of friends and the best of times." "Hear, hear." John's cousin shouted before he drank down the rest of his glass of red wine, his podgy cheeks flushed crimson, his grey hair standing on end, the bottle of wine sitting almost empty in front of him. Sitting down Josh placed his arm around his wife's shoulder, kissing her ear and whispering, "Have I told you how beautiful you look?" Placing her hand on his thigh, she smiled at him, "Yes, only a hundred times today." "Kat, you know I'm the luckiest man in the world. I love you, and I promise to make you happy and look after you for the rest of your life." Leaning over she placed a kiss on his lips, "I know, my brave hero, I love you too." * Konstantin sat in his cell, his large frame dwarfing the small space, contemplating his future. Twelve years. They had given him twelve years, medium security. His solicitor explained that with good behaviour and the way that the British system worked that meant he would be out in six, and with time served, five and a half. Not too bad. He could survive that, and he had already been approached by the top dog in here to join his team as a bodyguard. The man was a famous drug dealer doing a long stretch of twenty, and needed protection from some of the hard nuts who fancied themselves. Well he could make some good connections in here ready for when he finally got out. And when he got out he was going to find that little bitch that testified at his trial and finish what he had been sent out by Alexei to do. Let her enjoy her next six years, but when he was out he was going to get her and show her that he, Konstantin Ballinovitch never forgot or forgave. * The young Polish girl sat rocking in the chair as she stared out the large window at the lawn outside, the high wall in the distance that surrounded the large building was topped with barbed wire, and the windows had grills on the outside, but she didn't see any of this. Lost inside her own mind she rocked, her arms wrapped around her small frame, her lank brown hair unbrushed and dull, her clothes drab and hanging off her, uncaring. The nurse watched as she moved back and forth in the chair, lost inside herself, her mind and spirit crushed by those five days of captivity, pain and fear. Unable to move forward with her life, she sat in the day ward of the Home for the Criminally Insane, a murderer as well as a victim, trapped in a twilight world. * At the bar, John leant waiting to be served, buying the next round. The insurance had finally been paid out on the arson attack of his home and business, and the job that Phil Amery had managed to put him and Josh forward for with Pat Cleary and the OSCE had started last month. It was work he enjoyed and felt that he would make a difference helping others, interesting and enjoyable, and working with Josh, both of them getting back their self respect and rebuilding their lives. Happy for his friend and the way things were turning out he looked around at the newly married couple as they sat, Josh's arm protectively around his new wife's shoulders, a big smile on the grooms face as Chris was telling everyone a story about one of his clients. It was about a transvestite who had been arrested shoplifting who was claiming wrongful identification whilst wearing a tight short dress, high heels and cheap blond wig and at six foot five and built like a brickhouse wall, wrongful identification was highly unlikely. Suddenly he felt someone slide in next to him at the bar, and turning to see who it was he was greeted by a shy smile from Kats rape councillor, a woman of about thirty five with short red hair, freckles and light blue eyes. "Hi." "Hi, enjoying yourself?" "Yes, it's so satisfying to see one of my ladies getting on and enjoying their lives." "I didn't catch your name?" "Tracy. Tracy Ross." Putting out his hand to shake, John said, "Hello Tracy, I'm John." "Yes I know, Katrina has mentioned you in our talks." Shaking his hand she smiled back. Rising up an eyebrow he straightened, "Something nice I hope." "Oh yes, all good." and the twinkle in her eye ignited an interest in John that he felt tingle down his spine and pool down in his groin, warm and welcoming as she told him, "I believe its traditional for the Best Man to get together with the Maid of Honour." "Yes I believe it is Tracy." She looked up at him, a tall and slim man, with his strong features and clear brown eyes, and she knew that this was going to be the start of a very interesting liaison, and who knows maybe even more! The drink and the moment made them both at ease, and the frisson of possibility lay open before them, two people in a pub, surrounded by people, but now seeing only each other. * Fascinated, Katrina watched as Josh walked naked up to the bed, his body lit by moonlight as it streamed through the window. Sitting there in the centre of the bed she looked up at his glistening body, the little drips of water glistening from his shower, the scar on his chest faded now to a slight silver streak. Josh stood looking down at her, seeing her sitting there waiting for him making him harden, that pleasurable familiar feeling causing his breath to quicken. Standing unashamedly in front of her he silently looked down into her eyes, judging her mood, seeing in her eyes the longing and need. Slowly, he moved behind her, climbing up on the bed and settling down behind her, his legs each side of hers, and his arms slipping around her belly pulling her gently back towards him. Bending his head towards her neck, he planted a line of little kisses up to behind her ear where he whispered, "I love you Kat, I love that I am able to hold you, to kiss you, to know that your mine." He continued to nibble on her neck as she arched backwards allowing him access to more skin. Lifting one hand up to her face he gently turned it towards him and as she twisted her body slightly he kissed her mouth, a slow wet open mouthed kiss. Slowly his hand moved down from her face, sweeping down her neck to cup her left breast, gently squeezing it, before rubbing his thumb back and forth across the nipple that had started to harden. Tongues met as the kiss deepened. Kat felt cocooned by his hard wet body behind her, his arm still holding her firmly against him so that she could feel his hard manhood pushing up against the base of her spine, her breast and sensitive nipple tingling as he teased it with his fingers and thumb. Slowly Josh pulled his lips from hers, and kissing the tip of her nose whispered "Hello Mrs Morrison." "Hello my husband" she whispered in a trembling voice. "I promise I will never hurt you" He softly kissed her lips as his hands moved up cupping her breasts and gently squeezing them as she lifted her arms up over her head and backwards behind his, raising up her small perfect breasts, tipped with dark hard nipples. Josh looked down at her beautiful body arched backwards and exposed, and using both hands gently skimmed over the little buds, making her arch even stronger, a deep sigh escaping her throat. "I love you Kat." He breathed into her ear. "I love you Josh." Body arching up trying to get him to rub her nipples harder, instead his hands swept down across her belly and one hand slipped further until his fingers felt her hard nub, and rubbing it back and forth before he found her entrance to her body and dipped two fingers in as she shifted her hips allowing him more access. 'That's it my little Kat, let yourself move, take what you want,' he crooned, moving deeper into her tight entrance, and nibbling on the side of her neck as he continued moving his finger inside her, whilst a finger on his other hand went down to the hard nub rubbing it at the same time. Kat felt herself drowning in sensation, unable to keep still, her legs spread wider, offering him more access, and her hips lifted, as she held on to the back of his head, her back arching up, her breasts straining, small panting breaths coming from her slightly parted lips as she moved higher and higher towards release. An explosion of pleasure radiated out from between her legs and up through her belly, as she cried out, and then slowly drifted down into awareness. Josh was holding her slumped body against his, kissing the back of her neck, then trailing his tongue down the indent of her spine between her shoulder blades, warm and wet. Getting up from behind her, Josh climbed around and facing her, fully erect he held out his hand and without a word invited her to stand up in front of him. Becky stood there as Josh knelt down in front of her leaning forward and kissing her navel, used his tongue to caress and swirl around the small indent, before kissing a line down to between her legs where he kissed her most intimate place. Gasping, her hands burrowed into his hair as she stood there, touched that this sweet but gentle man kneeling before her, put her pleasure before his. As her knees started to buckle, he sat back and guided her to the bed, laying her down and settling his body over her, his legs between hers, resting on his arms, hands framing her face, he kissed her deep and hard. Slowly one hand left the side of her face and swept down her body, and his mouth followed kissing and licking a trail to her breasts where he suckled, and nipped. Katrina's mind was now focusing on the delicious feelings radiating out from her chest, her legs raising up, unconsciously inviting him to enter her. On and on his hands swept down her body, sweeping along the length of her torso, across her hip, round to her buttocks, and up the length of her thigh to the back of her knee where he pulled it up slightly higher as he positioned his hips, and raising his head to look her straight in her eyes, he slowly and firmly entered her making her gasp at the hard strong movement. Withdrawing almost out, he slowly entered her again, repeating the motion. Kat clamped her legs around his hips, and her hands gripped at his back as her body started to pulse as he moved his hips faster and faster, deeper and deeper in a dance as old as time, each movement almost withdrawing before pushing forward in delicious long sweeps. With the feel of the soft bed below her and his hot body above, she lost all sense of time or reason, as her body tightened. Lifting up her head she bit down on the sensitive point where his neck met his shoulder as she climaxed. Josh threw back his head and grunted as he felt her tighten around him, the small pain in his shoulder as she bit pushed him over the edge, and he collapsed on her small body, spent and exhausted, unable to move. Heart beat against heart beat, as the two figures on the bed lay joined together, replete and content. Raising her hand and with her fingers she gently stroked his back, turning her head to the side to look at him she whispered, 'Thank you for being my hero.' "It's a pleasure and an honour my love." and the two loves drifted off to sleep, wrapped around each other, content to have found each other.