| BILLIE-JO - LOST FROM HER MASTER [ part 2 ] Pauline looked up from the bed at me, her hair was mussed up and there was a broad smile on her face, she moved her hips in time with my massaging of her young clitoris. Then her attitude changed. “Master, what are you going to do about Billie-Jo?” she asked me. I pondered my answer while still agitating her moist slit. “I’m going to get her back!” I told her, “When Bill’s friends arrive we should have some special toys to use, they’re used to this type of problem.” I smiled as I remembered how they had served with me some years earlier, whereas I went my own way they decided to keep their comradeship active, becoming mercenaries for hire, but always willing to help their old friends, with some incentives of course. Pauline lay back on the bed, opening her legs, “You need to relax daddy, come and play with me.” She said pulling me down by my cock, directing it into her hot, tight slit and moaning with pleasure as she felt me filling the aching gap in her body. She raised her legs to wrap them around my waist to force as much of me inside her, lifting herself up as I pounded down onto her, I let her cum a couple of times before I poured my essence into her. “Thank you daddy.” She said to me as I pulled out from her, moving herself down to my cock and engulfing it with her mouth to clean me off, I repaid the action by rotating my body and arching myself to reach her slit, not that I really liked the taste of my sperm, but her juices were tasty, in this manner I brought her off twice more, to her obvious enjoyment. Exhausted we rested in each other’s arms until we were disturbed by the front door bell, I checked my watch, they were on time, I got up and dressed and went to the front door, I looked through the peep-hole and found myself looking fish-eyed into Frank’s face, I smiled and opened the door. “Hi Joe, How’s it hanging!” He said. “Fine now Frank, but its Paul now, I’ve had to change things!” I told him, I nodded to the other five who were with him; they smiled at me and entered the house. I took them into the living room where George was asleep in front of the video, which was playing on repeat. “Who’s the creep Captain?” Frank asked me. “This, gentlemen, is one George Simpkins, former owner of a slave called Billie-Jo.” I looked at the screen where the girl was being forced onto her back, and pointed to it, “That is Billie-Jo, she was taken from this slob in a poker game at a local casino cum brothel, and is now being force to make films by the local mob, if you look at her arms you will notice several needle marks, this I think violates the conditions of sale and I’m determined to retrieve the property as quickly as possible!” The group watched the film for a few minutes. “The quality ain’t that good,” Said one, “And the camerawork could do with sprucing up.” “The girl’s good looking, the bruises will only ruin her face sooner rather than later. And those marks should have been hidden by make-up.” said another. “Hey guys, comments later, we’ve got a job to do!” said Frank, he looked at me and shrugged, “Sorry Captain, but the boys have been trying their hand at movies, we had a commission as advisers at Hollywood and things seemed to rub off.” he said. “That’s okay,” I said and then added, “Tell you what, the brothel is a kiddie one, and you might be able to liberate some of them for your own films.” From the smiles on their faces I thought that the payment was now being finalised. “You’re okay Captain!” said Charlie, “You always know what we want.” and then he whistled as Pauline entered the room, she was dressed in tee-shirt and shorts, “Golly ain’t you the prettiest thing?” he said. She just smiled at him and George said, “Oh no! Keep her away from me, she’s dangerous!” and he tried to hide in his seat. Charlie just looked at him in amazement. “What’s he on about Captain?” He asked me, I just smiled. “This is Pauline, she is mine! I may let her entertain you later, she has a sideline in whip control, but for now we’re going to work out what we’re going to do.” I told them All their eyes moved back to me and nodded, we were in business. I managed to get from George the lay-out of the casino and as many rooms of the brothel that he could remember, Mike our communications man had brought his lap-top with him and plugged it into Georges phone line, he managed to bring up the blueprints of the building, the casino wasn’t shown, but a large ballroom was in the plans, George confirmed the plans, we studied them. “We can’t be sure that what we see here is how the building actually is!” Charlie said. George interrupted with, “It used to be a mansion before the mob took it over, they kept the basic layout, I haven’t seen any building work being carried out!” I shook my head, “I think there would be changes in the rooms, and if I was them I’d make plans for blackmail by having camera’s watching the room, preferably through one-way glass.” I turned to George, “You were a patron. Did you notice any large mirrors in the rooms?” He nodded, I untied his hands and made his point out where they were, after looking at the plans he pointed to a room, “I’ve been in that room, there’s a mirror on that wall, but I didn’t see the fireplace there.” He then pointed to another room and agreed that there was a mirror in that room also, again he noted a discrepancy in the floor plan, I nodded my head. “There has to be a camera behind the mirror, possibly also a goon watching the girls, making sure they please the punters” George spoke up again. “There’s no problem there!” He said, “The girls are restrained so that they can be used regardless.” The atmosphere in the room changed. “You mean to say they’re forced to perform?” Said Charlie, George didn’t notice and just nodded. “Sure, the mob wants them to behave themselves and decided that if they couldn’t fight back they’ll soon get used to it!” Thwack! Poor George didn’t stand a chance, his face received Charlie’s fist. “That does it, we might take the odd girl, but they are never forced, we make sure they’re willing first!” he went to hit George again but Frank stopped him. “Don’t bother Charlie, he’s not worth it. They’ve probably got him on tape anyway, so his days are numbered.” Frank said George looked at him. “What do you mean?” He asked. “Just that they’ll have a film of you raping the kid; so if you make a fuss they can get you arrested and out of their hair, just an anonymous letter in the post!” I told him, smiling as his face went white. “We’ll need to find their stash, I suppose the girls are kept on the premises but we’d better keep a watch on the place just in case, although it’s a risk to us I think we’ll remain here for a few days while we get the joint fully sussed. We’ll work out the details then. ----- The next few days we fell into a routine, George was allowed out of his seat to move about normally, except he wasn’t allowed to use the phone or to go out. We kept a watch on the casino, photographing the men who worked there, and found out that the girls were brought in from another location - by following the van we located their base, a small house with several guard dogs roaming around free. I started to make an appearance in the casino, making my face known and also getting to know the layout of the area, there was a door which had two men guarding it, at irregular times the guards were changed almost a whim I started to believe, but then I worked out the sequence, and after double checking with the outside watchers it confirmed my thoughts. “They rotate the guards at 15 minutes intervals, but they double rotate from outside to side door to a door beside the cash grill. This cuts down on the time if we try a frontal assault on the casino, we wouldn’t be able to depend on replacing the men at the door, there would be a limit of 10 minutes in and out, which is too short a time.” This was at another planning session; I was standing in front of the group with Pauline sitting to one side, her hand on a lead which was attached to George. “I think our only chance is to take the girls while they’re on their way back to or at the safe house.” I added. Frank stood up, “I don’t know we’ll miss some of the targets, especially that Roscoe, after see that tape I really want to teach him some lessons.” he thought for a moment and then asked, “What’s the full complement of targets?” We all looked at the photographs on the wall, Roscoe had pride of place, it also had several dart holes in it, we’ve been using it for target practise in lieu of the real thing, this was followed by eight more, with another picture prominent, and this person, Wilson Smith, had been identified by George as the leader of the mob. His home we had checked on but decided that it was too heavily guarded, by the local police! George had mentioned that the police chief was a regular guest of the casino and its special rooms, by this we worked out that he’d already found out that the camera never lies, and he wanted to keep the mob happy. It would be better to get our hands on their material; you never know when it might come in useful. Then I had an idea; put the wind up them. Scare them stiff and then bring the house down on them. “Guys what about several attacks, it’s going to make us more conspicuous but we’d get more in the long run.” I got their interest and laid out my plans. “The first thing we’re going to do is hit the safe house! Go in get as many of the girls as possible, plus whatever else we can find and move to a safe hiding place.” At George's face I shook my head. “No, not here, they’re going to need medical attention, but I’ve got to make a few calls first! “Anyway the second night we hit the casino - we remove the cash and hit the brothel, our main target is the video tapes, or their location but I think I know where they might be.” I smiled at the group, “this won’t be easy, they’ll already be on their guard but I hope spooked. Oh yes nearly forgot, we use tranquillisers I want them to wake up unhurt.” “What!” Frank said, “Why do we leave them living? That Roscoe deserves to die. The Bastard enjoys what he’s doing too much!” the rest of the men nodded in agreement. I must admit I agreed with him, “Well it would be tempting to kill him now, but I think that when he’s arrested the evidence will be enough to send him to prison, and then it only takes one word to the right people and our hands are clean.” Frank considered this, “Well they would have the time to do it right, our way would be too quick and easy for him. Okay we’ll do it your way, but if they let him off then he’s dead!” I smiled at him, “Don’t worry, they’ll find him guilty, as it won’t be the local cops but the FBI who get involved with this.” This seemed to faze the group. “The Feds?” Charlie said, “We don’t want them in on this!” I shook my head, “Don’t worry, they’re be on the cleanup after we’ve done our bit and moved out.” Which I hoped would be true, but I needed to call out for help. I left the group and picked up my PDA and went to the menu, choosing the Ropeville directory and dialled Elizabeth’s number. I recognised Little Cat’s voice on the phone and asked to speak to Elizabeth, when she answered I quickly let her know what was happening. “So what do you need Paul?” She asked me. “I’m going to need medical help for the girls.” I said, “If, from what I’m told is happening, is true they’re going to need help for their addiction to the drugs, whatever they are, and also counselling for their ordeal. Many of them may be able to be returned to their parents depending on how they were recruited.” I hesitated for a moment before saying, “I’ll also need a contact with the FBI office there, I don’t trust the local law, I think they’re compromised. But if an official investigation was able to get the evidence then this town would lose not only the corrupt cops but also the local mob as well.” Elizabeth considered this for a moment and then asked, “Paul couldn’t you get the local hospital to look after the girls? They’d get the treatment quicker than if we waste time dragging them back here.” I nodded, “Agreed, but then there’s the likelihood that they’d just be returned to the mob, I don’t know how much of the town’s in their pockets.” Elizabeth’s voice showed her agreement, “Thank you Paul, I had wondered if you were thinking ahead, but you’ve shown that you were, what about this other girl, Billie-Jo?” “She’s my responsibility, I’ll ensure that she’s looked after and I’ll find her a new owner who will treat her right, trust me on this.” I told her. “Okay Paul, I’ll start the ball rolling here, I’ll send you a message as soon as I know.” She told me. “Thanks Elizabeth, I didn’t want to call out for aid so soon, but I think these girls deserve better than they’re getting!” I said “Don’t worry Paul, I think we’ll be doing something.” she said and hung up. I returned to the group who looked at me. “I’m waiting to hear, but even if they say no then we still go ahead.” I told them, “So let’s sort out what we need!” The first order of the day was the guard dogs, we need to ensure that they were out of the way - we decided on the normal approach, drugged meat thrown over the fence and if that didn’t work then dart guns with enough to put them out for a day! Next was getting into the house we could just follow the men with the girls and rush them as they opened the door, but what if they were able to close the door and lock it, we would have to consider that it would be heavily shielded, so a ram to be added to a jeep, and drive into the door. If we had to fight then we’d use the dart guns to take out as many as possible. we could use the gangs’ own van to get the girls out from the house, and depending on whether I could get help, either take them to a rendezvous point, or drive them out of the state, with the loss of the driver and co-driver. Give them a couple of days grace to try to recover from the loss of their girls and then we raid the casino. ---- A bell sounded from my PDA I glanced at the screen. ‘Proposal accepted, pass on detail of pickup reply via this user, second request being routed through your contact number, they will need the evidence before being able to take over the case, strongly urge that you obtain this - Evans’ I looked around the group, “Gentlemen,” I said, “we’re rolling - tomorrow night we pay a visit to the safe house, but I’ve got to make a visit to our main target and ensure that she’s locatable” Everyone nodded and so I added, “We’ve got to go shopping tomorrow for meat and drugs, have a good night!” I turned to Pauline, “I can’t ask you to come with me, so I want you to remain here.” She looked at me disappointed but nodded she looked at George and I could see Dominitra’s eyes looking at me. “Master do you mind if I try out some skills on this worthless piece of scum?” she said, George just cringed at her words she saw this and smiled. I considered this, the guys had come to like her work and it relaxed them slightly, even if they couldn’t have a taste of her they could watch her working. “Okay, Dominitra, but don’t mark him, we’re going to need him.” She licked her lips and started to pull on the lead; George looked at me pleading, but went with her meekly. ------- I tapped out a reply to Evan’s message, giving details of our plans and arranging for a meeting in a field nearby, I hoped that they’d be able to get there at the time, but that was up to them! I entered the casino and was met by the bouncers who smiled at me, I’d cultivated the persona of a low roller, winning a little but losing a lot more, an easy mark for them to hit. I played the table for a while and then went to one of the men at the door. “Hi there,” I said, “I understand that there’s a different type of action going on upstairs.” “I’m sorry sir,” Came the reply, “I don’t know what you’re on about.” which I expected. “Oh well I suppose my old friend was mistaken.” I said with a smile on my face. “Which friend was that if I might ask?” he asked trying to know who blabbed. “Ponce de Leon!” I said. “If you’ll wait for a minute sir.” he said and walked to a telephone, he spoke into it for a moment and then nodded, he returned to me and then said, “If you will follow me while we just carry out a couple of checks.” I nodded and followed him through the door, there was another man seated reading a paper, but I knew that he was guarding the door from that side and he would be armed. I was asked to sit down. A few minutes later I was approached by another man. “Just who the hell are you?” He asked, “And how the hell did you get the password?” I was face to face with Roscoe. |