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BILLIE-JO - LOST FROM HER MASTER [ part 3 ] I looked at Roscoe and smiled, this disconcerted him for a moment, “Well?” he asked, “What the hell are you smiling at?” “You’re Roscoe.” I said, “I saw you on that film. What’s the name of it again?” I paused for effect and then said, “Oh yes Pauline, she was a tasty bit of fluff, I wouldn’t mind a piece of her.” He smiled at that, “You’re in luck, but I still need to know how you found out about us?” he persisted I pointed back into the casino, “A guy in there said there was extra action back here and all I had to do was to use the password, he didn’t tell me there be all this fuss!” He thought for a moment, “Well you’ve been a good player, and I think you deserve some more fun, tell you what we’ll let you in.” I smiled, “Hey that’s great - I couldn’t have that Pauline bitch? I’d really enjoy porking her!” His smile widened, “Sure man, she’s upstairs waiting for you, just one thing though, we’ve got to frisk you, can’t allow guns in here you know.” “Oh yeah, fine.” I said and took off my jacket and allowed then to go through the pockets, they found some sweets I had and looked at them, shrugged and put them back, I mean what harm could sweets do? They patted down my body, not finding anything else. “He’s clean boss.” one of the thugs said. Roscoe nodded, “Good, welcome to our little love nest, you’ll find Pauline in room 207, enjoy yourself.” I was escorted to the room, I could see a man in the corridor, so there were at least two men on guard duty here, and possibly another two one to escort the johns to their chosen girl, and another for other duties, possibly backup. He opened the door, I could hear a small sobbing coming from the bed, I glanced in the corner where there was a mirror dominating the room, I walked to the bed and looked at the girl there, as George had said, she was tied to the bed, spread-eagled out and unable to move properly, I rubbed my hand over her chest, feeling her small breasts just forming, she opened her eyes and looked up, but she didn’t see me. I looked along her arms noting the pin marks of the needles keeping her docile; I took a sweet from my pocket and started to suck it, “Gee darling you look so nice like that, how about a blow job. I’d bet you give a superb BJ.” I said stripping off my clothes. At the word BJ she stirred slightly “master?” she said weakly, I moved close to her mouth. “Quiet little one.” I said in her ear, I took the ‘sweet’ out of my mouth and placed it into hers, “You just swallow this darling,” I said out loud “and then start sucking on this.” I presented my cock to her mouth, she did as I asked and then opened her mouth to accept my length into her. She hadn’t lost any of her skill and, although drugged, she was slightly off beat but she did her best, I stopped her after a few minutes, I knew that I was being watched and if I tried to do any else they would stop me, I moved to the foot of the bed and positioned myself over her, she looked at me and for a moment she recognised me, I swooped down and entered her covering her body as I did so, she turned her head to one side, tears starting to show in her eyes, I placed my mouth by her ear. “Courage Billie-Jo.” I said to her as I started to move inside her making the actions seem rough to the hidden camera, but trying to be as gentle as I could for the girl beneath me, her mouth was moving I could barely hear her words. “Master, please help me! Help me!” she was saying. “I’m here and will help you, but you must be strong, do you understand me Billie-Jo, be strong for me.” I said quietly to her. She nodded her head. I started to shudder as if in the heat of pleasure. “That was nice darling” I said to the girl as I dressed, I kissed her head and walked out of the door, where I was met by one of the guards. “All okay sir?” he asked me, I smiled and nodded. “Yes, she was a bit dopy though, I prefer them a little bit feistier.” I told him. “Well we have to keep them quiet when they’re here, although we’ve got the local cops muzzled, there’s a couple of high ups who like to spend some time here, they know what’s good for them.” He said smiling away, I stopped and started to rub the back of my leg, he looked at me, “What’s up?” He asked me, I looked at him. “Cramp in my leg, I get it at odd times.” I said making a face of pain, while I was massaging my non-existent ache I notice a door open and a man walk pass, he went up the stairs to the third floor I listened as he opened a door just at the top of the stairs and then returned down them, I flexed my leg and then started to follow my guide. “Sorry about that!” I said to him, “Old war wound I’m afraid.” He nodded. “Yeah I know what you mean; I’ve got a couple that really hit me when it’s cold!” he told me, I smiled and thanked him and walked out into the casino. I played a couple of hands of poker before leaving; I actually left a bit richer that night! I went over the events of the evening, the ‘sweet’ I gave Billie-Jo was a homing tracker, designed to activate when swallowed, and she would show up on our screens for at least a day. The videos were first stored in an upstairs room but where they went from there I couldn’t say. Roscoe was in charge of the brothel and should be on station tomorrow, the only thing we wanted was the time that the girls were moved from the casino to the safe house. But with any luck Billie-Jo would give us the answer to that question. As I walked to my car I gave a quick nod to the watchers in their van, I got into my car and drove off, another tired punter after a night in the casino, I got back to Simpkin’s house and went to my bedroom there, and Pauline was waiting for me she looked into my eyes and hugged me. She undressed me and took me to bed, holding on to me as I went to sleep. ---- The next day we got the report from the watchers, Billie-Jo and some of the girls were moved back to the safe house, although it appeared that some of them were kept at the brothel for the morning customers. I reported to the group, “We need to attack the safe house tonight!” I told them, I’ve arranged for the pick-up to be tomorrow morning at six o’clock, so we need to get as many of the girls as possible! I suggest we hit the house at ten tonight, move any girl there to a secondary place and then wait for the rest to be returned at five, stun the guards and keep them down while we wait, shifts watching for any of the goons to return, and keep them dosed down all night!” Frank nodded, “Okay, we’ve got the meat for the dogs and we can keep them quiet all night if possible, so we can roll!” George looked up as we spoke, “But what about me?” He asked, “Are you going to come back here?” I smiled as I spoke. “Of course we are George, because we still need a base for the second attack, and since you’ve been such a good host we’d be loath to find another. But we’ll keep the place nice and tidy for you; in fact I’m sure Pauline would be glad to help you out.” I turned to her and smiled at her, “Wouldn’t you darling?” I asked her. She smiled sweetly at me, “Of course daddy.” She said and faced George who started to cringe. My PDA pinged at that point and I pulled it out and looked at it, there was a message from ‘Vicki Dare’? she was at Ropeville, how she’d heard about this I didn’t know, I read through the message again. "Mr. Purple," Vicki’s message said, "We have not yet had the pleasure of actually meeting since I have only recently returned home. But you no doubt have already heard many things about me. I am Vicki Dare, a.k.a. Dare Doll! If you need assistance, please do not hesitate to contact me. I have certain, uh, abilities, and 3 friends also with special, um, shall we say persona's. The 4 of us are worth a tank battalion." It was very tempting, I would need all the help I could get, but I regretfully decided not to take her up on the offer, I didn’t want to get this Mavis person even more annoyed with me, I sent back an answer. ‘I do thank you for your offer, but I hope I have enough people here to help me, but any girls I rescue will need help, if you can provide this I will be truly thankful.’ and I signed it Paul Purple. ---- That night we were dressed in dark clothing and our faces were blacked out, we had night-vision glasses hanging from our necks and air guns with darts ready for action, a couple of the guys had plastic bags holding onto the drugged meat for the dogs. We had two vans ready and loaded into them, three in each, we still had one team watching the casino with radio’s at the ready. We got to the safe house where the meat men got out of the van and walked by the fence where the dogs were, the meat was quickly thrown over the fence and devoured by the dogs who seemed to be hungry - it wasn’t long before they were down and sleeping. The next step was to get into the house; we’d decided to use the direct approach, one man, Charlie, went up to the door and started to bang on it. “Maureen, come on love open up, I’m sorry!” he shouted drunkenly, the door opened and a man looked out, “Hey! You’re not Maureen! Are you her lover-boy then?” he said. The man looked around and didn’t see us, he turned to Charlie and said, “Fuck off you drunken bastard, you don’t live here!” Charlie turned to face him, “She’s not thrown me out? She’s can’t do that! It’s my home.” and he tried to push his way into the house as if in a drunken rage, the guard grabbed hold of him and started to move him away from the door, Charlie rolled with him and there was a muffled shout as a needle was pushed into the man’s body, Charlie waited for a moment for the drug to take effect. Then he took off the man’s jacket and went back to the house, his dart gun ready. After a moment he waved from the doorway, giving the o.k. signal to us, we rushed in and found another man unconscious on the stair, we didn’t know how many more were in the house so our first objective was the fuse box, from where we cut all the power. In the darkness our goggles showed everything in an eerie green glow, we started to search the house, clearing the ground floor and finding no-body around, we moved onto the next floor, finding some bedrooms with girls sleeping on beds, three girls to each bed their arms shackled together and then to the frame of the bed, Frank sent one man back to search the unconscious men downstairs for keys, in another room we found two women, also chained to the beds, sobbing away, when we asked who they were we found out that they were the mothers of a couple of the girls still at the casino. Some raised voices revealed that there were two men upstairs in another room, then we saw one of them blundering around, he was grabbed and held as Charlie went after his colleague and subdued him. “Who the fuck are you?” our captive started to say, “When the boss hears about this your chief’s head will be on a plate!” “Don’t worry about that, you’ve got the problem at the moment!” I said to him, he just looked stupidly in the darkness surrounding him, “How many guards are there in this house?” I asked him. “Too many for you to find!” he said, “As soon as you knocked down the door it set off an alarm to the boss, he’ll be here in a few minutes!” he tried to sound smug as he said that, but his face looked worried. “That’s okay; all they’ll find are your bodies lying around.” I nodded to Frank who started to apply pressure to the man’s arms. “Now I’m not fucking around! How many men are here?” He held on for about 30 seconds before he gasped out, “Just four of us, its all we need. The brats are so doped up they can’t even move, so it’s an easy job.” “What are they given?” I asked him, it would make it easier for them to be treated. “I don’t know! The boss has a doctor supply him with something, all we have to do is give it to them when they start to make a fuss.” he was starting to brag. Frank looked disgusted. “Where’s it held?” I asked him. “It’s in our room, in a blue box; all we do is load the needles with the stuff and give it to them!” I decided that we’d had all the information we needed I nodded to Frank who then jabbed the man with our own syringe of anaesthetic, he was out within minutes. We had a brief conference, “He said there were four of them here, I suppose two more will travel back with the girls at 5 and that will leave two of them at the casino, I don’t think Roscoe will be with the travellers he’s more involved with the brothel side.” I said, “But take care when looking around, we might have miscounted.” Frank nodded, “Okay, what do we do with the girls we’ve found here?” He asked me. I thought for a moment, “Get them in the van and off to the rendezvous point, I’ll have to see if our contacts can get here earlier.” and while he sorted out the searchers I pulled out my PDA. My message got an instant answer, ‘will be on site in 30 minutes, have girls ready and if possible sample of drugs used - Mavis’ They must really have been nearby to be able to get here in that short time, I passed the message onto Frank who started to arrange the men with freeing the girls and the two women, they were unable to stand by themselves and, to be honest, stank to high heaven, we found a room which had some boxes of video tapes and several players, some tapes just had names and dates these we put to one side, we wanted to find evidence and these should have that. The first van started off with its cargo and we were starting to search upstairs, the sounds of young girls crying led us to another bedroom, but this time the girls were tied down in the position I’d found Billie-Jo in the brothel, the girls didn’t seem to be drugged at the moment, it seems that the guards in the house kept a couple awake enough to know exactly what was being done to them, at the touch of a hand on their legs they started to beg us to leave them alone. At the sound of our voices they started to cry again, they believed that the guards had given them to us to use, we soon calmed their fears and untied them from the beds, once their arms were straightened out they started to cry again, from the pain of the stiffness as it was dragged away, we rubbed their arms and legs trying to ease the pain, one girl started to ask about her sister Becky, when we asked her where she would be she said that Becky had spoken back to one of the men in the brothel and was being punished. Her punishment was to be placed with the dogs for a couple of days. On hearing this I went down the stairs to where the dogs were sleeping in the yard. On looking around I found where they were kept and opened the door. A girl, about ten years old, was hog-tied on the floor, a metal bar kept her knees apart and she was tied over a barrel so that she couldn’t move but was available to any animal that wanted to use her, from the dried sperm on her ass and cunt she’d been used many times. I quickly went to her and untied her from the barrel, the bar was removed and finally the gag from her mouth, she was shaking as I held her. “No-no-no I’ll do anything please don’t let them, please I’ll be good I promise, please don’t let them.” She was saying over and over her eyes were closed but even if they were open she wouldn’t have noticed anything. I gently placed her in the van, the two men there looked at her and then at me. I went into the house again and went back to the two girls. “Which one of the men took Becky away?” I asked them, we took them out to the van, on the way they pointed to one man. “It was him, he hit Becky because she ruined the video he was watching, he picked her up and left the room with her. I left Frank to take the girls out to the van, I grabbed hold of the mans’ legs and dragged him out to the dog kennel, opened his mouth and picked up the gag - which I’d left lying on the ground among the dog shit and piss - and stuffed it into his mouth, I then stripped him of his pants and underwear, tied his legs to the spreader bar so that he couldn’t close them and then tied him to the barrel. I then dragged the dogs into the kennel and locked the door. I hoped he had as much fun with them as Becky had. We sent the second van off with the girls and some of the videos, I was worried as Billie-Jo wasn’t among any of the girls we’d found, I sent a message to this Mavis person, saying that the second van was on its way with a girl needing urgent attention and got an immediate answer back, saying they would delay take-off until the van arrived and would return at six for the next group of girls. The message was rather curt; I suppose this Mavis person didn’t like me for some reason. With the girls removed and the men secured - we’d tied the others to the beds that the girls had vacated - we restored power to the house and waited for 5 O’clock. |