| BILLIE-JO - LOST FROM HER MASTER [ part 6 ] I paused as Roscoe entered the room, he was alone and smiling. “So what are you?” He asked, “You’re not the local cops or highway patrol, so you have to be a Fed, but you’re not working like the Feds do? So who are you?” I smiled and sat back in the chair, my attitude seemed to unnerve him slightly. “What’s so funny man, you’re in a lot of trouble!” he said, I shook my head. “Oh no Roscoe, I’m not the one with the problems, you’ve not been working the game properly have you?” I said still smiling, “You’ve annoyed the big boys with your little scam.” His face went white and the gun dropped slightly, “You’re with the family?” He managed to say, I kept quiet, “I didn’t know.” He said. “Of course you didn’t!” I told him, “we’ve been keeping an eye on this set-up, very neat little outlay and the casino pays for itself.” Roscoe still was wary and kept the gun at half point, “Well it helps if the local cops are commanded by a paedophile with a taste for kinky sex, and we tagged him first and got him to get a few of his friends involved.” He told me bragging slightly, his attention on me and not the screens, I could see Frank’s team had found the girls, they had started to untie them and were getting them out of the rooms, the ‘clients’ were subjected to the same dart attack that I had inflicted on the doctor, as were the guards. This epidemic was spreading. Roscoe was sitting back relaxed, “Well then boss had decided that this wasn’t enough, so we’ve started our own film business, with our backers.” At my look he smiled, “well we don’t rely on them to keep quiet and they can afford it!” I my smile joined his “So you’re not only blackmailing them you’re getting them to pay out for the films as well.” I said, mainly for the benefit of the listening FBI agents. “Of course.” Roscoe said, “We might as well used them.” We both laughed Roscoe then said, “I’ve got all the details in the drawer by your right hand!” and he laughed again, a laugh that died as my dart hit him. I watched as Fred and his team left the building with their prizes, he waved as they left, I’d meet up with him at some time. “This is the FBI broadcasting station, the premises are secured” I said into the air, I heard a voice in my ear say. “Roger that Purple. All agents! Move in!” as the agents started their approach I began going through the drawers in Roscoe’s desk, he’d been a meticulous recorder of all the transactions and names of those who provided the monies for their operations and their involvement in the town, it also gave Roscoe’s boss’s name and noted that he currently had two girls at his house, they were to be picked up at 17:00 hrs – it seemed that Roscoe was acting like a lending library in slaves. “Freeze FBI!” a female voice said and echoed in my ear, I waved a hand and pointed to Roscoe lying on the floor. “Here he is, you might find that these papers are very interesting, we have his bosses address and the news that we will find him with a couple of girls if we hurry,” I told her and then added, “We might get closer to him if we use Roscoe’s van, I think we will find it in the garage.” ----- With the unconscious men picked up and taken away by the agents to the local FBI offices, where a few red faced agents were also arrested, an agent was given the control of the office, the squad were ready in Roscoe's van as I drove it to the address, we noticed a squad car near the house and the men diligently watching the house. We ignored them for the moment and drove up to the gates, I pressed the intercom. "Yes?" The voice at the other end said. "I’ve been sent by Roscoe to pick up the girls!" I said trying to keep my voice as close to one of the men's as possible. "You're early!" The reply was suspicious. "I know! Roscoe's getting edgy what with the problems last night and everything." I tried to bluff my way through, I hoped that the boss knew about the raid on the safe house otherwise I might have blown it. "He's not the only one, the boss's been nervous all day; okay I'm opening the gate." And the man signed off as the main gates opened, I didn't think that the van would be driven to the main doors and so I followed the drive round to the side door where there was a guard waiting, I pulled up and turned off the engine. "Who are you?" the guard said as I got out of the van. "I’m just a driver." I said and fired a dart into him; he crumpled onto the floor with barely a sound. I opened the door to the van and the agents streamed out of it the commander looked at me, "You really don't have to do this you know." He said to me I nodded. "I know, but I started this I'd like to be in at the end." I said. "Okay, but keep your head down, I don't want any civilians injured." He told me, and then followed his team into the house, I took up the rear – wishing I had a proper gun instead of Charlie's pens; the agents had already taken the guard's weapon so I couldn't take that. Inside we found ourselves in the kitchen with the Hispanic staff on the floor speaking rapidly in Spanish. "What the hell is that crap." I overheard one of the agents say. "They're saying that they haven't done anything and that they'll let us have all their money if we'll let them go, it seems they're not allowed to leave the house!" I told him, the other agents just looked at me, "You're telling me that none of you speak Spanish?" I said, at their looks I shook my head. "I think you'd have a few multi-language speaking agents with you!" At their sheepish looks I then asked a woman who looked like a cook. "Where does the master play with the girls?" (Spanish translation provided free of charge). She spat on the ground, "That disreputable bastard, he brings us over from Mexico with promises of wealth and then treats us as slaves, he's nothing but a . . ." I had to interrupt her tirade and steer her back to the question, "He has the girls in his bedroom, and it’s at the top of the stairs third door to the left. But his men will be in the room just by the stairs, they keep watch over us at all times." I passed this onto the team who started rushing to this room, they managed to get into it before the alarm could be raised, this time they took over the interrogation of the men, it seems that there were only four other men in the house, how they hadn't seen our arrival was beyond me as the camera's were covering the house, but it seems, luckily for us, that the kitchen camera was broken and was down for repair - they hadn't told the staff for obvious reasons. I went back to the kitchen and took the butlers clothes, in this manner I started up the stairs to the first floor, the two men there stopped me, without really looking at me, for their insolence I was able to hit them with the dart pen, a third man approached and I found out that I'd used all the darts I had, so I quickly spoke in broken English. "Plese wake men up, they fall asleep, need help!" I tried to keep my back to him as he ran to me. As he got next to me I managed to strike him in the right spot. "Now you fall asleep!" I said as he slumped down. The rest of the team came up the stairs, we still had one more guard to worry about, but now we were concentrating on the boss, we went up to the door that the cook had told us was his bedroom, from inside there came the noise of girls crying and the boss shouting at them. "You stupid cunts, can't even take a cock without making a noise, I think you deserve a session with Roscoe to really teach you!" there was the sound of something hitting flesh, I think it was a cane or something like that, there were five of these thuds and the crying increased as we listened. The doors were forced open by the team who surrounded the man who was preparing to bugger the small girl tied to the foot of his bed, above her another girl was hanging from her wrists and her legs spread wide, tears were on both their faces, unlike the girls in the brothel these girls were wide awake and feeling every action imposed on them and from the red stripes on their bodies they’d been feeling a lot! The FBI were not gentle with their handling of the man, who wasn’t happy with them. "What the fuck are you doing here? I'll have a word with your superiors! I've got protection you can't do this!" He was shouting out as his arms were being force behind his back and the handcuffs were being applied. A noise behind us brought our attention to the fourth guard who was filming his boss’s use of the girls, he was fumbling for his gun, when he realised that there were five guns pointing at him, he decided that it was better to give up and placed his hands on his head. The two girls were released and were being comforted by the female agents from Ropeville, the Mexican staff were taken in for questioning and a full FBI team was flown in to take over the investigation and questioning of the local agents as to how this situation started in the first place, I made another visit to the dentist and had my bug removed, but I must admit that until I had visited my own dentist to ensure that there was nothing extra in my mouth I was still nervous. I was thanked for my help, but I said that due to the witness protection program I couldn't really be identified in court, but due to the evidence that the mob had accumulated I wasn't needed, The Ropeville agents returned with me to George's house. "There's just one little matter we need to question you about Paul." One of them started, "When we raided the brothel we couldn't find any girls inside, just a lot of sleeping men, the films showed that there were girls in with them but they were removed by masked men a few minutes before we entered the property, what happened to them?" I put on a blank look. "Why are you asking me?" I said, "I was busy trying to save my life with Roscoe at the time, you heard the conversation yourself, perhaps there was a gang from a rival mob who happened to hit the place at the same time." I suggested she shook her head. "Oh no," She said, "You're not getting away with that, what happened to Frank and his team? They would have been able to do this, where are they based?" "Frank? Well they're travelling all over the place; I don't know how to contact them. Anyway I think they got pissed off when you guys took over; you'd better take it up with them not me!" She was about to continue her questioning when the second agent stopped her. "Give it up April, he wouldn't tell us anyway." Then she spoke to me, "You promise that they'll be well looked after?" I nodded. "Yes they'll be treated as they should be, with patience and care, the guys don't believe in drugs at all. The girls are in good hands, trust me on this." Both agents looked at me - I couldn't influence them thanks to my commands when I first met them but they didn't know this and so I kept quiet. Finally they both nodded and April said, "Very well Mr. Purple we'll accept your word, but if we ever find out that you've lied to us we'll set Mistress Vicki on you, and she doesn't take too kindly to liars!" "Believe me agents," I said, "I've got the best of reasons not to lie to you, but now I've got Billie-Jo to treat and I want to monitor that as quickly as possible" I told them, I unlocked the door to be greeted with a cry of pain from upstairs. We all ran upstairs but I realised that it was a male voice that we'd heard not female, and I wasn't in a rush to go to his aid. I got to the room after the agents and was greeted with the sight of George on his knees facing Billie-Jo, his arms were tied behind his back and his legs were tied apart, what was causing his pain was Pauline, or rather Dominitra who was wearing a large strap on dildo which she was forcing up George's ass. Apparently we had arrived just as George was feeling the full effect! Billie-Jo was watching, with interest, George's face as the dildo was forced into him; he was grimacing and shaking his head. "Oh god, please take it out, take it out!" He was saying while Pauline was moving her hips in a rocking motion. "No you bastard," Billie-Jo was saying, "This is what I had to endure all the time that they had me, when I wasn't drugged up to stop them I was tied up and used for their pleasure, so suffer - suffer as I had to!" she was crying as she said this. I turned to the two agents "Now I'd give you this to take to Mistress Vicki, I'm sure she could teach him a lesson!" I said to them, they looked at George and both shook their heads at the same time. "It wouldn't be worth the bother!" April said, "We'd be tempted to throw him out of the plane while we're en-route." She looked at her watch, "Talking of which we'd better get to the rendezvous point, Mavis will get pissed if we're not on time." She shook my hand, "Thank you Paul, we may have to give you a citation for your work today." She told me I shook my head. "You know if it wasn't for George here you wouldn't be involved at all," I said, "Perhaps you should give it to him!" while I was saying this Pauline started pushing into George making him groan in pain, both agents smiled. "I think that's happening already." Said April and, smiling, the two agents left the room to return to Ropeville. ----- Billie-Jo, Pauline and I stayed for a few more days at George's while Billie-Jo was suffering the worst of her withdrawal effects; I wanted him to know exactly what she was going through. But finally I had to return home and started to pack everything into my van, George stopped me. "But you are going to leave Billie-Jo with me aren't you?" He asked. "You've got to be kidding!" I exclaimed, "You gave up your slave because of your gambling habit, she was just a bargaining chip for you!" I said. "Yes I know I was wrong, but I did pay for her and you do owe me!" He wined. "OWE YOU!" I exclaimed. "I had to take time to get here, I had to pay for a team of men to help me, I risked my freedom by involving the FBI and you have the nerve to say I OWE YOU! Let me tell you now George, I'm going to pass your name to all the people I know, you'll never be allowed a slave for as long as you live." I was really getting annoyed with him, "And you know something else George?" He shook his head, "If I ever hear that you have somehow managed to get a slave I will personally come to your house wherever you might be and take that poor person away from you, do you understand?" He nodded but stayed in front of me, "But I need her." He bleated, "She's everything to me!" I shook my head. "No George, she WAS everything to you until you threw her away, now she's mine again." I called the two girls to the van, underneath Billie-Jo's clothes was the Catwoman costume with Pauline in full control of the movements they both got into the van and closed the door, "Goodbye George, I won't say it's been a pleasure because it hasn't!" I got into the van and started the engine, George ran into the house to return with a pistol, but we were too far away to feel the effects of any bullets he may have fired. The trip back was quiet, Billie-Jo was crying with the withdrawal symptoms but by now both Pauline and myself was used to this, and we knew that she would recover in time. A few days later the girls were playing upstairs, Billie-Jo was still suffering but I found that the control programme that came with the suit could help us overcome the effects, I was reading in the paper that a George Simpkins had committed suicide, his neighbours were saying that his mental health had deteriorated over the past few days and he was forever moaning about a girl he'd lost, then they heard a gun-shot from his house, the police were called and found his body with a note. ‘Goodbye Billie-Jo.’ |