The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I had a week of downtime after delivering Erma and I had spent it like I spent most of my off time, in my motorhome. Not some camper’s Winnebago, no, this was a hotel suite on wheels.

It has a kitchenette with a full size refridgerator/freezer, a stove, a microwave and even a toaster, along with a toilet plus shower unit. It has 50 inch flatscreen tv’s in both the bedroom and the living room, there is a leather couch (with a hide-a-bed) and leather recliner to watch TV, and in the dining area it has seating for four. The bedroom has a king bed and in the back there is even a washer/dryer in the walk-in closet. While a lot of the new models had sides that would slide out when parked to give more room, this model had an additional fold down patio on the passenger side that revealed the living room windows to actually be sliding glass doors. After a few modifications the price tag had been just under half a million and I had been paying 10k a month in payments on it for several years and would continue to do so for another year but honestly it was worth every penny. I had everything I needed with no permanent address and I had paid extra for a layer of sound proofing to insure it was quiet inside.

Since I was free for a while, I drove out to Cleveland and caught a couple of ballgames, played a few rounds of golf, even hit the Rock & Roll hall of fame museum and then toured the USS Cod submarine.

Then after a few days of leisure I got coded email informing me that my info packet was ready and the payment for Ms. Jacobs was being transferred to my Swiss account within the hour, after the laundered money and the pay for the Jacob’s job I was netting 125k, not bad at all, that put me a few large bills shy of a million between the Swiss and the Cayman accounts. I could probably pay off the motorhome but I was in no rush. My doll had to be perfect and with nearly a million bucks plus what was left of my company credit she definitely would be when M.E. was done with her.

Now all I had to do was find and acquire my future doll. I fired up the satellite system and set up the encryption software, it would be faster if I had a hardline for data but security was the key and the file I was going to retrieve wouldn’t be big. Once all security was in place and the secret handshakes between my computer and the company darknet server had been performed I got my packet in a few seconds. Inside were starter files with the 10 candidates for me to examine and research, all 10 had been chosen by our researchers using programs that used sophisticated algorithms to match my request with women all over the continent using facial recognition and social media searches.

As a result the women in this file all looked pretty similar, and as such they all resembled the retired porn actress I used as my template. The first on the list was a 97% match for face, height and build, at 5 foot 5 inches she was an inch shorter than the actress and not as well-toned, that could be fixed easily, and her breast size was slightly larger, she was a B bordering on C-cup which was just fine with me. The next few were between 96 and 94% matches but I wanted number 1, all she would need would be some minor cheekbone work and an implanted workout regime to become a clone of Tanya. The voice would be adjusted by the implant to get it as close to the template as possible. So I had my target, one Cloe Schwartz of Xavier University in Cincinnati Ohio. She was was only 250 miles away, so I could be there in a few hours.

I wasted no time and arrived in Cincinnati four hours later as the sun was setting. I unhooked the scooter from the back of the motorhome and with my netbook in the storage compartment I headed out to find some food and free wifi. I ended up at a tavern that had a great steak and I cooled my heels for a bit doing some surreptitious searches to get an idea of my target. It didn’t take long to find out she was attending college with her sister Cleo, her TWIN sister. Twins? How had that NOT ended up in the info packet?

Two thoughts went through my head, first was that naming twin girls “Cloe and Cleo” meant her parents sucked at names and the second was “oh-my-fucking-god twins!” I had the opportunity of a lifetime here, twins!

Shortly after my steak arrived and my mind came down from the sexual scenarios it conjured up of me with twin Tanya dolls, the logical part of my brain told me I should abandon the Schwartz twins and move on to choice number 2. Really I should, it was too dangerous to go for a double grab. The risks were doubled, the grab would be much higher profile than I would normally consider sane…. but as my libido reminded me every 7 seconds, I would have identical twins as my reward, the logical part of my brain tried to remind me of the additional cost. I only had one free doll-ing for my years of service, the other would be at least half a million dollars. My libido countered by pointing out that before I fucked Erma Jacobs she had made me a lot of money and as such I could afford it. The logical part of me interjected that while it was a lot of money it would be foolish to part with my nest egg so soon after acquiring the cash. I could just grab one of the girls of course, but I’d never forgive myself for leaving the other behind. This was twins, dammit! Every man’s dream was to have not one but two women at his beck and call.

I ate my steak as I pondered, eventually sometime after my third beer the logical part of my brain gave up and told me to fuck off as I decided that my libido was right and the job was worth the risks. I estimated that each one of these girls would cost around 600k for the dolling and minor surgery, my freebie and my company credit would cover one and a tiny bit of the other, but I’d still be looking at around 400-500k for the second, since the implanted mods would be the same for both, two wouldn’t cost much more than one for the programming part.

I finished my meal and paid with a healthy cash tip before heading back to my motorhome, once there I sent a request for the full packet on Cloe, that would cost me another grand of credit but I’d get all the stuff they had already found on her without risking my searches standing out later when the police investigated the hopefully sudden and mysterious disappearances of the Schwartz twins.

Cloe’s file was pretty good, it mentioned her sister Cleo but it seemed that while Cloe was an extrovert who was just studying teaching with a minor in theater, Cleo was an introvert who was studying accounting and business courses. Cloe posted online constantly and liked to party, while Cleo stayed off social sites and spent her free time reading. I didn’t give a shit about their personalities since they were going to get re-written into a pair of sex dolls who worshipped me, but the info gave me places to start my stalking. The girls’ parents owned a small dairy farm in Wisconsin, and while they were not wealthy they were well off and had no political or criminal ties that were obvious. That would be important, since the last thing I wanted was a nationwide hunt for these two or to find out their “godfather” was the real McCoy who had hitmen at his disposal. I read through the rest of the notes which before I hit the sack and dreamed of the twins dressed as harem girls speaking to me in stereo as I boned them.

I spent the next week renting several vehicles under a disposable ID and observing the girls, they were in their 3rd respective years at school and lived in a small rental apartment near the campus. This was better for me than if they were in a dorm room. Houses are the best since they tend to be more private and easier to grab someone from without waking the neighbors. Apartment complexes are more chaotic because you have a bunch of neighbors with all kinds of schedules. A dorm would have been the worst, trying to grab a girl from a dorm would be difficult under the best circumstances but kidnapping two would be a nightmare. I soon realized that the pair were only together at night since Cloe spent her free time out with friends and Cleo was usually studying at home after class. The girls had an old ’69 yellow beetle they drove for shopping but most of the time they used public transport and simply walked to classes since student passes were cheaper than gas and parking.

I had a good news-bad news revelation at the end of my week of preliminary stalking, the good news was that there was a week-long break about to happen so the girls would be out of class and less likely to be missed; the bad news that this excellent opportunity it was approaching much too fast. I needed more time to investigate the girls and craft a proper cover story. Sure I could just break in and grab them one night then haul them off to a Mancipium holding location, but that was a rookie move and I had reputation to protect, as well as my ass since there would definitely be a fuss raised and the media would go ballistic if a pair of pretty white college girls vanished one night. To do this right I needed more info and I needed it fast so I stepped up my surveillance to pretty much every waking moment.

I was trailing Cloe with 3 days left to make a plan before school let out for the break when I noticed she had a lot of keychain fobs of cartoon characters on the buckles of her purse, probably to help her remember which of the various pockets held whatever items she carried. That gave me an idea, I had a couple of listening bugs in my gear at the motorhome and a quick trip to a gas station netted me a duplicate of her cartoon martian keyring. I cut it in half along the mold line and hollowed out a spot for the battery and the transmitter, then superglued it back together. Now the hard part I had to swap it with hers. That took more hours of shadowing her and her friends, but eventually my chance came when the gaggle of girls went to a movie theater. I followed and ended up buying a ticket to a movie that would invariably win a dozen razzie awards but would make money because teens and college girls would flock to see the male leads. I managed to get a seat behind the girls and when Cloe went to the bathroom I managed to slide her purse from under her seat until I could see the keyrings on her purse. I eased it up and held in between my knees and switched the bugged keychain for hers and then lowered it back to the floor and slid it back in place during a noisy scene. That done I exited the movie before I lost any more brain cells to its insipid storyline and made my way back to my rental car.

After the movie came to an end, Cloe and her friends left the theater as I listened in on the bug’s receiver, the sound quality was pretty good and I heard a lot of her conversations for the next few hours. Finally she went home and I got to hear most of her discussions with Cleo before they went to bed. I didn’t get a lot that night but the next morning I hit paydirt. The girls were discussing their trip home, specifically they were trying to decide if they should take the bus or drive. Cleo didn’t think car was up to making the five hundred mile trip but Cloe didn’t want to spend 16 hours on a bus when they could drive it in 9 or 10 hours. Eventually they decided to drive home but not all at once, instead they would head out Sunday night, and sleep at a motel that they had used before in the town of Gary and then continue home on Monday morning.

After breakfast they made reservations for a double room at a chain motel off highway 90 for Sunday night, I knew that would be my best chance to capture the girls. Cleo had insisted they get room 12 which was at the far end because it was quietest with only one wall shared with other guests. I agreed with her idea because all I would need to do was get inside that room before them to make preparations. I had a gadget for that, a nifty device that could read and pop the lock of keycard doors. It had been around a few years and the big hotels had all made changes to prevent it from working but a budget motel off the highway? Easy pickings. I began making plans, starting with a tracking device on their car and a trip out to the hotel to case the place, it was a decent location right off the highway, and it had probably been a nice place 5 years ago but had begun to show its age. It had a couple of security cameras but those could be defeated with a little ingenuity, the main parking lot camera swung back and forth to get full coverage. I went inside the office to ask directions and was rewarded with a sideways look at the monitors, I could see that the main lot only covered room number 12 for less than 20 seconds out of every minute. Timing would be tight but I could deal with it.

I had to wonder why they liked this motel since Gary is a hellhole of a place in Indiana, I heard that they even had a serial killer loose the previous year. The motel wasn’t much but I suppose it was probably one of the better spots to stop for the night. By the time they arrived late Sunday night I was ready, I had parked down the road and hiked to the motel where I slipped in after the cleaning woman. While inside I bugged the room and placed a 4-pack of flavored water bottles with a printed “complement of the motel” card. The bottles contained a light dose of sedative, not enough to knock someone out like what I had used to dosed Erma but enough to make them drowsy and insure nice a heavy sleep that wouldn’t be interrupted by an evil man slipping into the room to carry them off to a life of sexual slavery. It said so right on the bottle underneath the drug facts and a warning not to take it without consulting a doctor first….

I also had a supply of scopolamine which “Chet” had told me about, it was fantastic stuff that induced amnesia and makes the victim very suggestible for an hour or two. I had a pair of insulin pumps loaded with the stuff, additionally I had spray injector that worked like those medical gadgets you see in the sci-fi movies, you just pressed against the skin and pushed the button. The injector actually hurt quite a bit but the victim wouldn’t complain once this drug hit them.

I waited in a nearby parking lot until the twins had checked in and gone to the room, then I listened as they ordered pizza and I heard them discuss the flavored waters, they split one between them while waiting for pizza. Half a dose wouldn’t do much to put them to sleep. “Oh well” I thought, I had time. I checked the camera with my binoculars and set up a repeating timer on my phone so I’d know when it was safe to move in and out of their room. After the pizza arrived I heard them eating and then talking about who would drive first in the morning as well as discussing plans to catch up with friends when they got back to the farm, soon it grew quiet in the room and I could see the light was out through the binoculars. I gave them an hour to get into a nice deep sleep and then it was ‘go’ time. I was wearing a fresh kidnap suit with shoe covers and surgical gloves as I went to collect my dolls just after midnight.

With my timer showing me the sweep pattern of the lot camera, I used the scooter to ride over to the motel and avoided being recorded. I stashed the scooter on the side of the building outside the camera’s view and when the time was right overrode the door lock and let quietly myself into the room. They stirred a little as the noise of the door intruded but neither actually woke up. I went to the first bed and used the injector, the girl came awake at the pain but then had a drunken look as she slurred “whut wuz thaaaat?”

I looked at her and whispered “Just something to make you feel better, I’m a friend, wait here for a minute while I wake your sister.”

She answered as I moved to her sister’s bed “ooooooook I’ll wait riiiight here….” Scopolamine, ask for it by name folks.

I gave sister number two a dose and repeated the assurance.

Now to business, I ordered them to get up dress then pack their bags. They did so unsteadily. Then using the timer I moved their stuff to their beetle and collected the audio bugs and the water bottles, including the empty one, I took all the trash as well and tossed it into the beetle’s front storage trunk, I wanted no traces of the drugs to be found. Then I took the TV remote and checked them out of the room on delay for 8am, the screen warned me that the key cards would expire at 8:30am.

Then when everything was ready I turned to the stoned looking girls and said “Cloe, you and Cleo need to get in your car and follow me, I will be on my scooter, and be very careful when you drive, okay?”

They nodded drunkenly and headed for the door, I let them go although I waited for the camera to turn away before I exited and got on my scooter. Them on camera was OK, me on camera was bad. I drove past them as one of the girls started the beetle and the yellow bug followed me onto the road as I took them a mile down the street before stopping in an empty parking lot and and telling them to wait for me here. I zipped back to the motorhome and drove it back to meet them. A few more quick instructions and they helped me attach the beetle to a pull behind trailer before I escorted the sisters into my mobile palace where I gave them some serious sedatives before driving off into the night.

An hour down the road I pulled off the highway and tossed the trash bags into a fast food restaurant dumpster, then continued up the highway to the Southport Marina area where I unhooked their beetle, rolled down the windows, removed my GPS tracker and rolled the antique car with all their stuff, minus the martian keyring down a dark pier. Before I pushed the car off the end I added two vodka bottles jammed under the seats for effect – one empty and one half full. Then with both doors open I shoved the car once more and it rolled off the pier and into Lake Michigan where it slowly sank beneath the water.

With that done I walked back to the motor home and drove off with my sleeping prizes. It wasn’t a great cover, but it was the best I could do on short notice. The police would no doubt be called to investigate the car within a day, they would find the luggage and probably most of the personal effects, but no bodies, the hotel would show they checked out after midnight and left under their own power and the vodka bottles would hopefully sell the story of a drunken joyride by two college students gone wrong. It was no Picasso but it would have to do.

I drove for another hour toward a safe house in Peoria before I needed sleep, it was raining when I found a rest stop and parked for the night. The twins were still sleeping but I needed to make sure nothing went wrong so I stripped them, put a heavy gag on each and and using some bondage cuffs chained their ankles and wrists to my bed, one on either side of me. I slept happily between the naked co-eds who would soon be my obedient Tanya slaves.

When I woke six hours later the twins were conscious and squirming, I guessed they had awoken a little before me and were trying to work out what had happened. The injections would keep them from remembering anything after I dosed them and it probably came as quite a surprise to wake up naked and chained to a bed.

I climbed off the bed and went to get a soda from the fridge. Then I just watched them for a few minutes, smiling. They tried to talk around the large half-face gags and then tried to scream, it came out as a just a muffled whine. I spoke to them as I drank my cola “No one can hear you, I paid a lot for the soundproofing, but feel free to squirm girls because I’m really enjoying the show.”

They tried a few more times to pull the chains loose then settled for glaring at me.

I smiled again and said “Hello Cloe, hello Cleo, I’ve been waiting for this day for a while. You see, I have just kidnapped you from your motel, and I’ve arraigned for it to look like you two went on a drunken joyride and drove off a pier. Within a day or so you’ll both be declared missing and then presumed dead within a few days. Shortly after that I will deliver you to some very naughty people who will implant each of you with a device that will make you my obedient and devoted slaves. You’ll each get brand new personalities and best of all you’ll spend the rest of your lives fucking me as well as helping me kidnap other girls to enslave for rich assholes. Isn’t that great?” The look on their faces was worth spouting the “evil monologue”, I can be SUCH an asshole sometimes.

They responded to my revelation with another round of thrashing and pulling on the chains while trying to scream through the gags. It really was fun to watch.

After they gave up thrashing I went to the cab and started up the massive engine, I drove toward the safe house. I didn’t intend to stay there, because I wanted to make this delivery personally, to insure no one played with my toys, but I did need the computer it held to verify everything and find a delivery location. I had a little security camera mounted on top of the bedroom TV with its wired monitor on the dashboard so I could watch the girls squirm as I drove. It took a couple more hours to reach Peoria with rain pelting the windshield the whole time and after making the security pass I parked outside the old mill that held this safe house and went inside.

It was already occupied.

There was a plain white “no, really, I am not a kidnapper” van inside the building.

Fucking hell there was another hunter here. That wasn’t supposed to happen, I had been cleared to use this place so it should be empty.

I went to the inner building and knocked, no answer. I punched the access code I had been given and the door unlocked. I stepped inside and saw why.

There was a dead man on the couch.

From the look and smell of it he had overdosed on cocaine recently. He was laid out on the couch with his head on the cushions and bit of vomit on his chin.

Then I looked in the first cell, where I saw there was a woman inside clad only in her underwear, looking warily at me.

On the table in front of the dead man was an ID wallet, it had a badge that looked very real and a police ID card indicating the aforementioned badge belonged to one Eileen Greenwood. The ID listed the owner as being 5 foot 10 inches tall, 135 pounds with black hair and brown eyes and the picture matched the woman in cell #1.

Fuck and double fuck.

I searched the place and found a few clues, on the floor in front of the coffee table was a pile of women’s street clothes; jeans, band t-shirt, ballcap, leather jacket. They had been cut up and there were severed wires showing in some of the sliced open areas of the hat and jacket. On the table I found a set of police issue handcuffs and a taser that was not police issue but a brand I knew a lot of hunters used, along with the remnants of what looked like a kilo of cocaine. There was a fair amount of cocaine powder on the table, the floor and the dead man’s shirt as well.

On the dead man I found a few IDs declaring him to be a couple of people, doubted any of them were real, along with close to five grand in non-sequential 20-dollar bills and a burner phone with a few texts on it. I scanned the texts and a hypothesis formed in my mind.

The first texts were almost a week old and gave codes that indicated a bimbo grab had been successful and a pickup was ready. The next couple indicated confirmation of message, then one that indicated that follow up protocols were in effect for 3 days. The last two texts used codes unknown to me. I memorized them and went back to my motorhome and opened a hidden floor safe and took out a black plastic packet and took it into the bathroom. I closed the door and turned on a small lamp with “black light” bulb and turned off the regular lights.

Opening the packet I removed a small notepad and looked up the codes in it, the ink only showed under a black light and the paper was a special type that ignited within a few seconds under normal lighting conditions for security. If a cop ever got the book and opened it in the light it would flash burn and its secrets would be lost.

Those codes were pretty far down the list, the first one was a request for help with a secondary code indicating police interference. The second was a denial of assistance and a 3-day “clean this up or we drop you” warning.

So the hunter, who I’ll call “Dean” after one of his ID’s, was probably a novice, after a successful bimbo grab he got his payment, took half in cash and went out looking to celebrate. Whether he intended to buy coke all along or if it was just an impulse I had no idea, but eventually he had a run in with an undercover policewoman. From the looks of it she may have been part of a sting to catch people buying cocaine. Either way he ended up grabbing her and bringing her back here, and calling for help. Help was denied and the text code meant if he hadn’t cleaned up his mess he would be hung out to dry in three days, that last text was just over two days old.

Now I had to deal with this shit since she had seen me and I’m sure she had a million questions about how a douchebag like ‘Dean’ had a place like this at his disposal.

I checked the local news on my laptop and sure enough there was a Chicago story about a manhunt underway for a man matching Dean’s description. According to the report a drug sting had gone bad, two officers were in the hospital with gunshot wounds and a third was on life support. The two GSWs had filed a report and video of the incident showed Dean going into a hotel room with the woman in the cell, making a deal for the cocaine, him sampling it and then telling her he knew some people who would love to meet a girl like her, when she showed interest (probably thinking she could expand the bust) he tasered her. The clip showed the other officers on the sting bursting into the room and a gunfight ensued with Dean using officer Greenwood as a shield. The last bit of the video showed Dean putting the woman over his shoulder and grabbing the money and drugs.

Dean had been a fucking idiot and now his actions threatened me and Mancipium Enterprises as well. I could only hope he did the shredding of the wires in her clothes before he came here in case there was a GPS.

I needed to work on this, but first I needed to move the twins inside, I grabbed the spray injector and dosed each of them, then once they were zombie-fied gave one of them a robe and slippers and escorted her through the rain and then inside to cell number 2, then I took back the robe and brought in her sister, and added her to the cell. The woman in cell one watched me like a hawk as I did this. I took the slippers and robe and tossed them into the dryer.

Now it was time to talk to the cop.

I found this safe house’s comm set and clicked it on, then I stood in front of the plexiglass cell and said “Officer Greenwood I presume?”

She looked at me and said “Yeah who the hell are you?”

“I am the guy who is trying to sort this mess out in a way that doesn’t end with anyone else dead.” I told her.

“So I’ll just end up as some kind of sex-zombie instead? Because, you know, that sound sooooo much better to me.” She snarled.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuckity fuckfuck with a double side helping of F U C K.

I tried to sound appeasing and asked “So he told you what his job was, I take it?”

She said “after he cuffed me and cut up my clothes in his van he snorted some of the coke and started raving about how he was going to “fix” me and have someone turn me into a sex zombie, then he’d sell me to some rich fucker. Once we got here he told me it would take a few days to set things up and in the meantime he planned to rape me every hour until I let him snort coke off my ass.”

I looked at her intact undergarments and replied “I take it he OD’d before he got started on that plan?”

She sneered and told me “That shithead sat down with the coke and started going to town, it took him half an hour before he was convulsing. I’ve spent the past two days trying to find a way out of here and drinking toilet water.” Then her attitude shifted and she said “I’ll make you a deal. You let me out of here and I’ll testify in your defense at your trial. I’m certain you are another kidnapper and those two girls are your victims. ”

“Yeah, thanks but no” I told her. “Shithead ’Dean’ here, was a rookie and a fuckup but there is no way I am going to jail.”

I cut off the comm and went to the kitchenette where I nuked a meal and returned with it and a juice bottle. I unlocked the feeding slot at the bottom and slid the items in saying “as a show of good faith, don’t eat it to fast or you’ll end up getting sick.”

I stood up and looked at her, she stared at the food suspiciously. Oh for pity’s sake. I clicked on the comm and said “It’s not drugged, I promise. If I wanted you dead or unconscious I have simpler ways than drugging your food. Eat it. Or don’t. Makes no difference to me” Then I clicked off the headset and tossed it on the back of the couch by ‘dead man Dean the colossal fuckup’.

I needed something to relieve the stress and I had two lovely stress relievers all doped up and unable to think for themselves, so I stepped over and said “Which of you is Cloe?”

“I ammmmm” one of them said stupidly.

“Good, follow me” I said and she did. I closed the cell and locked Cleo inside and then went to the bedroom with Cloe. I got out of my clothes as I told the naked twin “get under that computer desk and kneel. She complied as I sat on the office chair and rolled it up to the desk. I started logging in and instructed her “give me a nice slow blowjob, and when I come in your mouth you swallow every drop and then lick me clean, understand?”

“Yeeeeeah, bloooow and swallooooow just like Joey likes it.” she responded in a stoned voice as she went to work on my rising cock.

I logged in made contact with the Mancipium Enterprises dark site and filled out an action report, telling them what had transpired and asked for instructions. I flagged the inquiry as critical and waited.

By the time Cloe had finished her ministrations and swallowed my load I had a chat window up with a M.E. troubleshooter talking to me.

As Cloe languidly licked my dick clean I explained the current situation in detail and waited.

After a few minutes I had my instructions, do my best to clean up dean’s mess, kill the cop if necessary and set the failsafe on the safe house. Then I was to take my girls plus the cop if she was still alive and report to another safe house in Trenton where a retrieval team would be waiting to take the girls for processing. I responded that they could have the cop but I wanted to bring in the twins myself. I was told in no uncertain terms that there was no way that would happen. I was a suspect right now since they had only my word on the situation.

I reluctantly agreed told them I would report in again when I reached Trenton.

I pulled Cloe out from under the desk and examined her, rubbing my hands all over her body while she stood waiting for more instructions in her drug-addled state. After a few minutes of fondling her I collected a razor and a bowl of hot water from the bathroom and shaved her pussy nice and clean, what can I say—I love a smooth snatch. One of the dolling options I had chosen was full body electrolysis leaving only the head hair and eyebrows, so this would be the only time I would need to shave her, and now I could tell the girls apart easily.

“Are you a virgin Cloe?” I asked.

“Noooooo….” she responded.

“Good I told her, because I want to fuck you.” I informed her,

“oooooook” She murmured, “I liiiike fuckiiing….”

I laid her out on the bed and climbed on top of her, then I reconsidered and positioned her so she was bent double with her ankles up by my shoulders. Then I slipped into her cunt and began pumping away. She didn’t respond much but I didn’t care, in my mind I was fucking Tanya, and it didn’t take long for me to come inside Cloe.

Afterward I cleaned us both up and took Cloe back to the cell, Cleo was still standing where she had been when I left and told them to both lie on the cot, it took them a minute to squeeze on it together and I left them there to rest.

Still naked I retrieved the headset and walked over to cell one. I clicked on the mic and said “Live or die?”

Officer Greenwood stood up and said “I would rather die here than end up like those girls.”

“Fair enough.” I said and walked over to a panel on the wall. I opened it and said “I hope you enjoyed your last meal” as I flipped a switch.

Gas began hissing into cell one and Officer Greenwood began pounding on the Plexiglas door mouthing all kinds of obscenities at me as the gas overtook her. Within a minute she slid to the floor and stopped moving. I gave it another 5 minutes then activated the suction to pump the gas out and opened the door. I picked up her body and stretched it out on the cot and then went to get the medical kit, I drew around a pint and a half of blood and pulled out a handful of her pubic hair. After that I bound her hands and feet with zipcord and made sure the knockout gas hadn’t killed her. The cells had knockout gas of course, because I wasn’t going to waste a perfectly good bimbo candidate, I would collect the fee for her as at least a small payment for the aggravation dickhead Dean had caused me.

I put on a set of clean disposable coveralls and went to deal with Dean. I shoved the pubic hairs I had pulled from the cop down his pants and rubbed them into his crotch, then cleaned off the vomit and dragged his body out to the van and put it inside. I took the shredded clothes, his gear and the coke and added them to the back. I loaded my scooter in the van and drove out into the rain toward eastern Peoria until I found a nice new housing development that was still under construction. It was deserted due to the rain and with luck no one would be back out for a day or two. I went to the back and unloaded the scooter, then I dribbled Greenwood’s blood on Deans fingers, made sure his bloody hand prints were on the floor and on her clothes. Once that was done I wrestled his body into the driver’s seat, placed the coke on the floor beside him, dipped his bloody fingers in the powder and wiped some on his face and chest. Next I started the van in neutral and wedged his foot on the gas. Once that was done I shifted the van into gear. It rolled along at about 30 or 35 mile per hour down the road until it jumped the curb at the end of the rolled and plowed into the front of a half-finished house. I few seconds later the engine caught fire and I left in case the smoke was visible enough to lead to someone calling in a fire report.

When I got back to the safe house I took the twins and fitted each of them with an insulin pump belt and taped the needles in place on their legs. For the next three days they would get a slow and steady feed of scopolamine to keep them docile and obedient. I spent a few minutes asking them some questions and was delighted to find that Cleo was a virgin. Ooooooh my, this was getting a little better. I went to the safe house dungeon and got a chastity belt for her which I locked with a numbered security tie. I wander her to stay a virgin until she was dolled and delivered to me. What can I say, I’m a greedy asshole sometimes.

Once I was done I fed them and then pulled Greenwood out of cell one, then I gagged her and lay her face down over the back of the couch in its center. Then had the twins kneel on the couch on either side of her and told them to hold her by the shoulders as I pulled on a condom. Once it was in place I used smelling salts to wake up the officer.

“Wakey wakey” I said “time for your afternoon fucking.”

Officer Greenwood started to thrash but with her hands bound behind her back and her ankles ziptied she could only buck as I lubed her up. The twins paid no attention as I prepped the cop.

“You and Dean screwed up my day and nearly derailed all the work I put into kidnapping these pretty girls. I’ve spent all day dealing with his mess but since he’s not alive for me to punish, I am going to take it out on you.”

I began slamming my dick into the cop’s pussy while telling her “the twins aren’t dolls yet, but the drug I gave them keeps them nice and obedient, if they could understand you through the gag they might even help you.”

I kept pounding her and went on “once I am done fucking you, I will restock my RV and then the four of us have to take another road trip, it will take me another thirteen hours of driving to get there and I will fulfill part of Dean’s promise by stopping and fucking you every hour on the hour until we arrive. The twins will stand by and watch each time and in between I think I will have them take turns licking your cunt to keep it nice and moist for me. I’m only going to drug you long enough to get this show on the road and then you’ll get to enjoy every minute of the trip 100% clean and sober. With your police training you might be sold as a combination sex-slave and body guard, hell you might even get sold to some criminal you’ve arrested in the past.”

I climaxed and then pulled out of her before giving her a tiny dose of scopolamine and putting her back in the cell.

I went back to the computer and contacted the troubleshooter on the dark site and gave him a status report, I told him I was bringing in three girls for delivery, my twins and the cop. I also told him I wanted the twins unmolested by the pickup team, I had a virgin and she was going to stay that way until I deflowered her after she was processed, as an afterthought I told the troubleshooter I wanted whatever credit Dean had earned transferred to my account. He agreed to this and gave me the access codes to the Trenton house telling me a team would be there waiting for me.

Dreading another half day on the road, I dressed, put the twins in jogging suits and escorted Greenwood to the RV where I chained her naked and spread eagle to the bed.

The twins helped me load up the RV with all the food and supplies it could carry from the safe house, waste not – want not after all. When we were done, I set the failsafe, it would create an explosion and fast burning fire 1 hour after we left. Officer Greenwood was starting to come around as I was setting the repeating timer on the nightstand set to chime at 10 minutes intervals. I told the twins to take turns licking the cop but not to let her orgasm and to switch with the timer dinged. I pointed to one of them, not knowing which she was since I couldn’t see if she was shaved and told her to begin. The Schwartz girl climbed onto the bed and put her face into the spread cop’s crotch and started licking mechanically.

As I pulled out onto the road I heard the muffled moans of former Officer Greenwood over the monitor on the dash.

I had a good 14 hours of driving with the hourly ‘lay overs’ ahead of me, but in the end I would deliver the girls and in a few weeks I would get back a pair of custom dolls and things would be back to normal, or at least as normal as things can get when you are a professional kidnapper. Some people might say I was evil and my profession was repugnant, but I made my own hour, the money was great and the perks were fucking amazing.

Besides, when you got down to it, to a guy like me, it really was just a job.