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Lisa - (Mf, cons, pedo)
The Conclusion of the Martin Trilogy By Centaur Part 1
Monday Afternoon Rural Northwest Oregon
Eddie took a close look at the way he had parked the fake Oregon State
Police cruiser. He had angled it across the two lane highway just a few
miles outside of Olney, Oregon. He had flares out about fifteen feet in
front of the car, and he had the light bar on the top flashing. It looked
pretty good to him, at least he didn't see any major flaws. The gravel
road to the right was just in front of the bumper of the fake police car,
an easy turn for the bus he thought. He reached down for the portable
radio with the scrambler circuits clipped to his belt, tugging at the
crotch of his blue uniform pants as he unclipped the radio. The damn
things were just too tight he thought, he could never buy pants off the
shelf, his thighs were just too big and these things were cutting off his
circulation. I'd better not get a hardon, he thought, I'll split these
damn things wide open.
"This is Eagle Rock two to Eagle Rock one, over." Eddie spoke into the
small portable.
"Eagle Rock two, this is one, go ahead, over." Eddie heard Reggie answer
from the pickup truck he was driving a few mile south along the narrow
highway. His voice had that particular hollow sound that came over a
scrambled circuit. Even with the scrambler the men weren't taking any
chances, they limited their radio traffic to the absolute minimum.
"Position one, everything set, over." Eddie responded, telling Reggie
that he was ready. He heard the double click acknowledging his
transmission.
"Eagle Rock three, this is Eagle Rock one, over." Reggie was calling
Hans who waited about a half a mile up the gravel and dirt road in a large
eighteen wheeler. Hans had the truck and flatbed trailer parked in the
center of the road and was standing beside the cab.
"One this is three, go ahead, over". Hans answered.
"Roger three, are you in position? Over". Reggie asked.
"That's affirmative one, in position, over" Hans replied, he too hearing
the confirming double click from Reggie.
"Eagle Rock four this is Eagle Rock one, over." Reggie was calling Mike
who was about a mile north of Eddie's position on the two lane blacktop.
"One, this is four, in position, " Mike's voice came over everyone's
radio. "Equipment is out, no visitors, over." Mike had some flares and a
detour sign out in his position moving anyone that might be driving south
on the road off on to a second detour that would route them around both the
gravel road and the fake police car. He too was wearing a fake OSP
uniform, just in case anyone stopped to question what he was doing
rerouting traffic on State Highway 202.
The four men were each playing a carefully scripted part in a well
planned crime. A chartered school bus was transporting forty young girls
and three chaperons to a ranch in northern Oregon for an afternoon of
relaxation and publicity photos. The girls, all between eleven and
fourteen were contestants in the Northwest Region Junior Teen US Pageant.
The top five winners of this regional pageant would advance to the National
contest to be held in Kansas City in a few months. The girls had been
competing for three days in various events and were on the way to the horse
ranch near the Pacific ocean with their sponsors. They were scheduled to
spend the afternoon on the ranch having photos taken and then return the
sixty miles to Portland by early evening. The four men had spent a great
deal of time and money to make sure that the girls never reached the ranch,
or ever returned to Portland either.
The men figured that they were overkill for this job, they had worked
together for over five years, first as mercenaries in Africa and the
Mid-East. Most recently in the Balkans they had led a team that
specialized in the rape of innocent women and girls in both Bosnia and
later in Kosovo. Things had gotten a little hot for them with both NATO
and the International War Crimes Tribunal at the Hague, so after their last
job so they decided to leave the region for awhile to let things cool off.
While hiding out in South Central Asia they were approached by a man with
a
plan to kidnap a large number of American girls and sell them off to his
clients as sex toys. The group figured that the pay was right, the risk
minimal and there was a good chance of a lot of first class pussy - so they
signed on. All of the men had become partial to rape, it was part of the
job and they always tried to enjoyed their work. If things went smoothly
they had assurances from their employer that more similar work would be
made available. Reggie was the leader of the group, but it was a pretty
informal organization, every man pretty much did what he wanted unless it
concerned the operation in which they were engaged at the moment.
Reggie was driving a pickup a few hundred yards behind the bus, keeping
track of it's position as well as making sure that no one was following
them. Mike and Eddie had closed off the main road and had detour signs up
to guide the school bus to where Hans waited with the big truck. A detour
on each side of the road above and below the bus detour insured that other
cars wouldn't arrive at an inopportune moment. Reggie passed a marker on
the side of the road, they were 500 yards from Eddie and the fake OSP car.
"Eagle two, this is Eagle one, position alpha, over." Reggie called
Eddie to tell him to get ready. He heard a double click as Eddie pressed
his transmit button twice in acknowledgement.
As Eddie looked up he saw the yellow bus rounding the curve to his south
and heading towards him, Reggie's red pickup truck right behind it. He
stepped into the middle of the road and signaled the driver of the bus to
slow down and stop. The driver, seeing that it was a State Patrolman,
slowed down and stopped about ten feet from the uniformed officer. Reggie
stopped the pickup truck behind the bus, close enough to make sure that the
bus wasn't going to back up to turn around. As Eddie walked towards the
bus he could see all the young faces looking at him out of the side
windows. What a load of pussy he thought, a man could just fuck himself
silly for a month with this load of cunt. All four of the men had
developed a real fondness for rape in their last two jobs, and this was
even going to be even better, no fucking in the dirt this time he thought,
and no hairy legged peasant girls that smelled like goat shit and garlic.
These little bitches were prime American teeny-bopper pussy, clean and
tasty, what his Daddy used to call "table meat" - first class this time
around Eddie thought. As he approached the bus the door swung open
invitingly.
Lisa Sanford was enjoying the ride out the to ranch. She was tired of
the pageant performing, the constant smiling and being sweet. Lisa felt
like she was more than ready to have some time to just relax - she was only
doing this pageant for her Grandfather who thought she was some special
little princess. What she like most about being with her Gramps was when
he told her stories of operations that he was involved in when he ran the
CIA, and before that when he was a field agent in Europe. She could spend
hours listening to his stories, that's what she wanted to be - an
intelligence field agent (no one in the business ever used the word "spy"
he told her, that was for books and movies). She was dressed in jean
shorts and a crop top that ended about four inches above the waist of the
shorts. She thought she looked fairly cute, it didn't pay to be sloppy
when the sponsors were around, even on an afternoon "off". Lisa was
usually overly critical of her body, her breasts were pretty small, just
the size of small lemons with little pointy nipples. Being blond she
didn't even have much hair on her mound that could be seen, just sort of
a
soft fuzz at the top. Of course, she thought, she was lucky because she
never had to shave her legs or under her arms - yuck. Her Gramps told her
that the freckles across her nose and on her cheeks were "cute". Cute was
for puppies she thought, what she wanted to be was devastatingly beautiful
and dangerous, using her voluptuous body to get men to talk and getting
intelligence information from them. That was her fantasy, but in reality
she knew that she more than a few years before that would happen.
She was sitting next to her new friend Vanessa Simpson, and making an
effort to get to know her better. Vanessa was really nice, and very
pretty. Lisa was glad that they had been linked "alphabetically" through
out the pageant. Lisa thought that Vanessa was the prettiest girl in the
group, she had dark red hair (Vanessa called "auburn") and warm brown eyes.
She was almost fourteen and had developed already. Lisa envied her full
chest and rounded rear, she could attract men right now - but she didn't
think that Vanessa was interested in becoming a field agent. Vanessa lived
with her mother, her father had died when she was little and she didn't
have any other relatives. Her mom had to work really hard to keep a roof
over their heads, and Vanessa wanted to win the pageant because there was
a
ten thousand dollar scholarship at stake. Vanessa dreamed about being a
vet when she grew up, and she was really excited to be going to a horse
ranch where she could see a lot of different animals and maybe even talk
to
whomever took care of them. Sometimes Lisa felt guilty because she had
everything she wanted and never had to worry about money and stuff like
that; Vanessa lived in a totally different world and had to work hard for
everything she got. Lisa knew that the clothes and trips for the pageant
were a strain on the limited savings of Vanessa and her mother, but she
couldn't come up with a way to help her. Vanessa was real proud and Lisa
could tell if she offered help Vanessa would be offended. Like today,
Vanessa was wearing a cute pair of jeans shorts, but Lisa could see the
whiter wear marks on the butt cheeks that told her that Vanessa had these
shorts for a long time. Lisa was dressed in a pair of jean shorts as well,
but they were new, and both the shorts and her new crop top were expensive
designer brands. As were her new Nike running shoes.
The two girls had spent the last ten minutes or so discussing the
chaperons. The three young women were all past winners of the Regional
Pageant, and one, Linda who was the oldest of the three at eighteen, had
made the National Finals five years ago - a fact she never forgot to
mention to the girls at least once a day. The other two were Kathy who was
seventeen and Janie who would be seventeen in a few weeks. Linda was a
tall blond girl, with very large breasts and hips that were quickly
becoming just a touch too big and her shorts were really tight. She had
on
a white tank top that both Lisa and Vanessa thought was way too tight,
every ripple on her bra showed through. Kathy and Janie both had light
brown hair and were in much better shape, slender and fluid in their
movements. They were both wearing shorts as well, Janie had on a shirt
top, the tails tied at her waist, and Kathy was wearing a tank top like
Linda's, but it fit much better. Lisa and Vanessa had decided that Linda
moved like a cow - Lisa suggested that maybe it was because she was too
top-heavy, her big breasts might be tipping her forward as she walked.
Vanessa though that was hysterical, and both girls burst out laughing.
That brought them a scowl from Linda, even though she had no idea that she
was the object of their humor.
Lisa looked up when she felt the bus slowing down, it looked like there
was an accident ahead, a police car was across the road with his lights
flashing. She started to raise her window to lean out to get a better look
but found out that it would only open about an inch - school buses she
thought with disgust, she was so glad that she went to a private school and
that her Mom drove her. The pageant was her first experience with school
buses, and she desperately hoped her last. The smell alone was enough to
make her glad riding on one of these yellow monstrosities wasn't a daily
occurrence for her, she didn't even dare look under the bottom of the seat
to checkout what be stuck there.
Eddie climbed the stairs stepped onto the bus next to the driver. Linda
had stood up and was next to the driver as Eddie approached her. Lisa was
watching the State Policeman, he was a few inches shorter than Linda, but
he had a really muscular body, his pants were way too tight in the legs and
she would see the bulge of his penis on one thick thigh. It made her feel
embarrassed and her face flushed red. Eddie leaned down to address the
driver, ignoring Linda (which caused her to turn red).
"We have a bridge repair up 202 a ways ma'am, you'll have to take this
detour road to the right here, it's only about a mile long and then you'll
join back up with 202 past the repairs. I don't think you'll have any
problem, several trucks have already gone this way ok, just keep your speed
down." Eddie sounded very convincing.
"Well, we have a strict schedule to keep Officer, we have several
photographers waiting to take the girl's pictures, we certainly can't be
delayed," Linda spoke up, her voice sounding bitchy and officious.
Eddie turned to look at her, his eyes roamed over her body for a minute,
taking in the tight shorts and the large, cone-shaped tits thrusting
against the tight tank top. "I wouldn't worry miss, this will be a very
quick detour, just be glad we can route you around the repairs, otherwise
you might have to wait a couple of hours until the crew finished."
Linda didn't miss his eyes roaming over her body and she turned even
redder. Deciding to ignore him Linda turned to address the girls.
"OK girls, we have a short detour here. Don't worry, I built in enough
extra time for the trip to make sure that we didn't keep the photographers
waiting. Remember, it's never a good idea to annoy the photographers, they
can make or break a girl with the quality of the pictures they take," she
added in a condensing tone.
Eddie thought he was really going to enjoy raping this smart-ass bitch.
He figured he fuck her up the ass first, while he was still dry. She
probably hadn't ever been ass fucked before, but he had never met anyone
who deserved it more. He tipped his hat brim in her direction and stepped
off the bus. He walked back to the pickup so that it would look like he
was giving the same instructions to the other driver as well. He stood
next to the driver's window of the truck as he and Reggie watched the bus
turn carefully onto the gravel road and disappear from sight. Eddie leaned
down to talk quietly to Reggie.
"Everything looks fine, three chaperons, one driver. No guys. Forty
of
the cutest little cunts you've ever seen, this group will bring a fortune.
I want first with the blond chaperon, she is a real bitch. I plan to
butt-fuck her until her nose bleeds." Eddie normally spoke in clipped
sentences most of the time, as though long dialogs were too much trouble.
"Let's get on the road Eddie, I'll follow the bus. You clean up the
highway and then join us at the truck. If anything unforeseen happens it
will be there. Once we get the bus loaded we're basically home free. Be
sure you get rid of any trace of the flares." Eddie nodded and moved back
toward the State Police car. Reggie just looked at him and shook his head,
not the world' s most talkative person he thought for the hundredth time
as
he drove the pickup onto the gravel road, but he was sure strong.
Lisa and Vanessa were watching the road ahead of the bus, Linda was
standing behind the driver, holding on to one of the vertical poles that
ran from floor to ceiling. Lisa had just leaned over to Vanessa and
whispered that Linda thought she was navigating the bus on the gravel road.
There was no where to go but straight ahead but Linda needed to be in
charge of something. Vanessa whispered back that Linda's butt was
definitely too big for those shorts, they were almost as tight as the
crotch of the State Policeman's pants. That started both of them giggling.
As the bus moved out of a sweeping right turn the driver saw a large
tractor trailer truck with a big, oversized container box on the back of
it. The truck was stopped ahead of them right in the middle of the road,
blocking their path. The driver was standing next to the cab, waving at
the bus to stop.
"Oh bother, now what?" Linda said in an annoyed tone. "If we get
delayed any further someone will hear about it."
Hans started walking nonchalantly from this truck toward the bus. He
was a tall, muscular blond man with a short blond beard. He was dressed
in
jeans and a light blue windbreaker. As he approached the bus he saw Reggie
pulling up behind the big yellow school bus in his pickup truck. Reggie
was getting out of the truck as Eddie pulled up along side of the bus, on
the driver's side. The bus was now effectively blocked in, but it wasn't
overt, Hans was sure that the driver had no idea that she was pinned in
place by the three vehicles. Both men walked over to Eddie as though they
were conferring with the State Policeman. Then Eddie, followed by Reggie
crossed over in front of the bus and boarded through the door that the
driver opened. Lisa noticed that Reggie was tall with very black hair with
long sideburns and a large bushy moustache. Hans walked to the back of the
bus to unobtrusively cover the rear emergency exit in case any of the girls
tried to bolt. As he passed by Lisa's window she looked out at him, she
noticed a suspicious bulge under his arm, visible through the windbreaker.
It looks like he's wearing a shoulder holster she thought, she had seen a
lot of the men that worked for her Gramps with the same bulges. She
wondered why a trucker would be wearing a shoulder holster. Then she
looked around and noticed the isolated nature of the place where they were
parked and the way the cars and truck blocked them from moving. Suddenly,
as the State Policeman and the dark-haired man climbed on to the bus she
got nervous - something was really wrong here she thought. Lisa reached
out and put her hand on Vanessa's leg, giving it a squeeze. Linda was
standing up and grousing at the two men.
"You've got to move that truck out of our way, and do it right this
minute driver. We have important appointments to keep, we simply cannot
be
delayed any longer. This is really quite rude, your truck is right in the
middle of the road, now how can our driver possibly get around you without
running off the road? I mean what is she supposed to do?" Linda stood in
front of the two men, hands on her hips, her face red, her voice becoming
louder and her tone more shrill. The bus driver turned and looked up at
the tall, dark-haired man standing next to her.
Reggie reached under his windbreaker and pulled an Browning 9mm
automatic from the waistband of his slacks. He shot the bus driver in the
center of her forehead, from about a foot away. The driver's head snapped
back and into the side window with an impact hard enough to spider-web the
safety glass.
"That answer your question, bitch?" Reggie responded calmly, looking
over at Linda.
The sound of the shot had rung out impossibly loud in the closed bus,
for a second everyone was shocked into silence. Then Linda brought her
hand to her mouth as she let out a shrill scream. Eddie's large hand
flashed out and grabbed the tall blond between the legs, squeezing her
mound tightly as he lifting her an inch off the floor, his biceps looking
huge in the tight blue State Police shirt.
"One more sound from you bitch and I'll stick my forty-five up your cunt
and blow a hole through to the top of your head." Eddie looked her straight
in the eyes, his eyes cold and hard as chips of ice. Linda seemed to
shrink, her face turned stark white.
"That goes for the rest of you little cunts too, one sound and I'll put
a bullet in your head just like I did this bus driver bitch. Not one
sound, do as you're told and you may get out of this alive." Reggie barked
out as he pushed past Eddie and stood at the front of the aisle, glaring
at
the girls with a menacing expression on his face, his gun raised and
pointing towards the back of the bus.
Outside, Hans came around to the front of the bus, carrying two large
black canvas duffel bags he had gotten out of Reggie's pickup truck. After
he had passed by Lisa's window she carefully raised her hand to the
half-inch opening at the bottom of the window and quickly slipped a silver
ring out through the crack. Vanessa saw what she was doing but remained
perfectly still, her tense face toward the front of the vehicle. Hans
threw the bags up the stairs of the bus to Eddie who released his grip on
the now catatonic Linda and started moving though the bus, collecting
purses, backpacks and making every girl stand up and empty their pockets
into the bag. Hans had started back to his truck to get some equipment
while Reggie stood at the front of the bus, his gun raised, watching the
girls carefully. This was the most critical part of the operation, the
girls had to be subdued quickly and without trouble - there were forty
girls and only three of the team to handle them.
When Eddie got to the row where Lisa and Vanessa were sitting he looked
over at them and told them to stand up and put their stuff in the bag, and
be quick about it. When Vanessa stood up Eddie looked at the full, rounded
tits and the firm thighs showing in the shorts on the tall teenager with
undisguised lust. As she leaned over to put her purse in the black bag he
reached out and took one of her tits in his hand. He squeezed it, leaning
over and whispering to her, a leer spreading across his rugged face.
"You've got great tits kid, I'm really going to enjoy get to bite your
nipples later, I think I'll save you for dessert - after I fuck the bitchy
blond up the ass."
Vanessa drew back with a look of horror on her face, Lisa reached out
and took her arm, pulling her away from Eddie's grasp, flashing him a
scornful look.
"You just earned number three position cutie, you'll be sucking my dick
with the blond bitch's shit on it until your jaws lock," Eddie told Lisa,
anger filling his voice.
"Cut the fucking around, get on with it," Reggie snapped at Eddie.
Eddie had finished collecting all the loose items and was dragging the
full duffel bags to the front of the bus when Hans climbed back on board
with two back packs. He put one on Eddie and handed him an air powered
injection gun. Eddie did the same for Hans.
"All right cunts, listen up," Reggie spoke in a harsh voice to the
girls. "Each of you is going to get a shot of something that will put you
to sleep for an hour or so, that's so that you won't know where we are
going. If you stand perfectly still it won't hurt, if you move the
compressed air injection gun will tear a six inch gash down your fuckin'
arm."
With that Reggie and Eddie started working down the rows in the bus,
each one taking a side. When they reached a girl they grabbed her arm and
pressed the nozzle of the airgun directly against their skin and pulled the
trigger. There was a soft popping sound and then they pushed the girl back
down into her seat and reached for the next one. By the time they finished
the second one on a row the first was out cold, slumped in her seat. It
took only ten minutes to inject the entire bus load, and by the time all
three men were together at the front of the bus all forty girls and the
three sponsors were slumped in their seats, unconscious. Reggie walked
down the length of the bus, checking each girl - everything was going
according to plan.
"OK, all the cunts are out cold. Hans get the ramps down. Eddie, get
the driver's body out of the seat and get this thing cranked up. I'm going
to go back to the pickup and call Mike and let him know we are about to
load up and drive out. Timing is everything now, we have to get aboard the
ship and out of here before anyone reports them missing."
Hans and Reggie quickly exited the bus while Eddie pulled the dead
driver out of her seat and drug her back into the aisle and out of his way.
He started up the truck and put it into gear. Reggie removed the outside
mirrors and threw them, and the bolts, up inside the bus. Ahead, on the
semi-trailer truck, Hans had opened the back doors of the large trailer
mounted container and was hydraulically lowering a long set of ramps. When
he had the ramps in place he climbed up into the trailer and signaled Eddie
to move forward to the ramps. Guiding Eddie he positioned him so that the
wheels of the bus were aligned on the ramps. When he was straight on the
ramps he gave him the go ahead signal and Eddie, flooring the accelerator
moved the large school bus up the ramps and into the back of the trailer.
It was a tight fit on the sides, and Eddie had to be very careful not to
catch the side of the bus on the container walls. As Eddie exited the bus
through the rear emergency exit he saw Hans putting metal chocks under the
front and back of rear wheels of the bus to keep it from rolling in the
trailer. Hans and Eddie walked back down the ramps and Hans lifted the
hydraulic ramps while Eddie got back into the fake Oregon State Police and
pulled into position in front of the large tractor-trailer while Reggie
pulled up behind the trailer. Hans climbed back into the cab of the
eighteen-wheeler and soon all three vehicles were underway. In less than
fifteen minutes the school bus full of little girls had disappeared,
leaving no trace behind, only a gravel road, empty and quiet in the morning
sun, the dust settling slowly back to the surface..
It was only a few minutes until the convoy of vehicles reached State
Highway 202 again. Eddie stopped for a minute, allowing the fourth man of
the team, Mike - also dressed as a State Policeman, to get load the fake
barriers into the trunk of fake patrol car and then climb into the front
seat next to him. Mike was a Corsican, with dark hair and a swarthy skin,
pocked with scars from the acne that he suffered from during his teen
years. He spoke with a faint accent and was an expert with any sort of
explosives and knives - he loved knives and spend hours sharpening his
collection. He also liked young girls, the younger the better he always
said. During their time together in Bosnia he had become very fond of
raping pre-teens - some as young as five or six, often having three or four
in an hour. His sexual drive was a source of great amusement to the rest
of the team - Hans always joked with him that he needed so many girls
because they were so small. Mike would just grin and rub his crotch. The
three vehicles headed Northwest, towards the Port of Astoria, where the
massive Columbia River emptied into the Pacific Ocean, and where a ship
awaited its precious cargo.
About fifteen minutes later Eddie turned down another gravel road,
Reggie following him in the pickup truck. Hans continued along the highway
in the tractor-trailer. Eddie stopped the fake patrol car outside of a
depilated barn at the end of the road. Mike got out of the car and opened
the large barn door, Eddie carefully pulled patrol car into the dark barn
and shut off the engine. Mike joined him and they took two spray cans of
engine degreaser out of the trunk of the car. They carefully sprayed the
degreaser over the interior of the car, paying careful attention to the
instrument panel and steering wheel. The men knew that fingerprints could
be pulled off almost any surface, and that fingerprints were the result of
body oils being deposited on non-porous surfaces. Since engine degreaser
was designed to break up oil deposits the strong liquid would destroy any
latent fingerprints that might be left by even a strong wiping with a
cloth. The men closed the doors of the car, spraying the doors, windows and
handles as well, not forgetting the outside of the trunk. Completing the
job they left the barn closing the doors behind them. The two men joined
Reggie in the pickup truck and the three of them drove back to the highway.
A few minutes later they caught up with Hans who was driving sedately down
the highway in front of them, Reggie swung into the other lane and passed
the truck, pulling in front of him and the two vehicles heading along the
road towards the port at Astoria.
Reggie asked the men if they had cleaned up the car and they assured him
that there wasn't anything in the vehicle that would be usable by the FBI.
Eddie spoke up and told him that he figured that it would be awhile before
they even found it. They would have to search the entire section of
Highway 202. Reggie agreed but added a note of caution.
"Once we get the container on the ship and we get out to sea I'll feel
safe, the coppers will never figure that we are on the high seas with our
cargo of pussy. They'll be searching the woods and buildings along the
highway trying to figure our how a big yellow bus can just vanish into thin
air," Reggie seemed amused by the thought.
"So tell me Reggie, how do we get the word out to the customers that we
have the girls?" Mike seemed a little confused. The rest of the team was
used to that, he had to be told a plan over and over until he got it down.
They all realized that he wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he
was completely dependable and once he understood a plan he would follow it
to the letter - they just didn't give him anything too complicated to do.
"It like this Mike. Once we get the girls to the boss' island we take
their pictures and put a catalog together, you know like the ones that come
in the mail, with the pictures of the girls in them?"
"Yeah Reggie, like the ones in the sexy underwear, right?" Mike replied,
giving his crotch a quick rub to the amusement of the other two.
"That's right lad, but these girls will be completely naked so that the
customers can see what they are bidding for. Then we put the pictures on
the computer and the customers have a special password to get to see the
pictures and they make a bid on each girl that they want."
"I thought we were going to try to get their parents to pay us for
them?" Mike was confused again. Reggie and Eddie exchanged resigned
glances and Reggie continued patiently.
"We are Mike, the parents get the passwords too, just like the boss'
customers. So if the parents offer us more money we let the girls go home
to them, if not then the customers get to have them. We even give the
parents a second chance if the customer's bid is higher we tell the parents
and they have two hours to raise more money. But if they don't get the
money in our account at the bank in time we sell the little cunt to the
customer. Do you understand how it works?"
"Yeah, I got it, we get someone to pay a lot of money for the cunts,
either someone who wants to fuck them or their parents, whoever pays the
most gets them."
"I think he's finally got it," Eddie added in a slightly exasperated
tone.
"But tell me again the part about which ones I can fuck." Mike was back
to his primary interest.
"You can fuck any of them that aren't virgins as long as you don't hurt
them or bruise them so that they look damaged. If the parents have the
highest bid we can fuck the virgins before we send them back, the parents
won't be able to complain if their little darling is missing a cherry, at
least they're alive. We can't fuck a virgin if they have been sold to a
customer because they paid for and are expecting a cherry up the girl's
cunt. And you can have any of them give you blow jobs. Now are you
satisfied?" Reggie had to admit his own prick was getting a little stiff
with the thought of so many prime pussies to play with while they waited
for the customers or parents to respond.
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Tuesday Morning - Hawaii
Jim Martin woke-up when he felt his seventeen year old daughter Amy slip
quietly out of the king-sized bed he shared with her and his adopted
daughter Julie. A few minutes later he heard the shower start as Amy began
getting ready for their day. He could see the light beginning to filter
through the glass balcony doors of their hotel room. Julie was still
sleeping soundly, lying on her side, her tight little butt snuggled against
him. He had his arm around her from the back, his large right hand filled
to overflowing by a warm teenage breast. Jim knew that Amy took thirty to
forty-five minutes longer to get ready than did Julie, mainly because she
had to wash her waist length hair. He thought about getting up as well
because he wanted a short run this morning - after several weeks on their
sailboat coming back to Hawaii from Sydney, Australia he needed to stretch
his legs in a bad way. The problem was that he had become aware of the
warm, firm breast that filled his right hand and the soft skin on Julie's
butt that was pressing on his normal, early morning hardon. You would
think after having sex with both of them last night I'd be content to pass
up a morning quickie he thought, even with someone as warm and soft as
Julie. As he thought about it he squeezed Julie's breast and she responded
by pushing back with her ass on to his stiff prick.
With a sigh Jim reached down and slid his prick down between the tops
of
the teen's thighs. He angled it slightly up and pushed inside of her.
After a brief second of dry friction her pussy opened up to him and he sank
deeply into her warm wetness. God, that feels so good he thought. No
matter how many time he entered one of his daughters he never got over the
warm, wet, elastic tightness of their teenage pussy. He slid his left arm
under Julie to grasp her other breast in his left hand. Pulling back and
down on her tits he brought her tightly against his chest as he began
stroking to his full length inside of her. She gave a little sleepy moan
and began to respond, pushing down on him with her tight little ass as he
thrust deeply into her. He loved to take her when she was asleep like
this, Amy always woke up when he entered her, but Julie was capable of
sleeping through the whole experience. Jim even suspected that she was
able to have an orgasm and not wake up. Just before he started to cum he
rolled her over on her stomach and spread her legs as he continued to fuck
her from behind. He slid his hands down to her pelvic bones and pulled her
up into him as he pounded hard on her upturned ass. She felt so good in
this position, he was so deep he could feel the head of his prick pushing
on her cervix at the end of each stroke. He felt his prick swell and then
he was ejaculating his hot sperm directly up against the entrance to her
womb. It was so good, he loved it when he could just grab one of his
daughters and empty a load into her. He also love it when he could spend
an hour making love to one or both of them. Jim guessed he just loved
having them any time, any place, any way.
After he pulled out he rolled over on his back and lay there on the bed,
staring at the ceiling and getting his breath. It never ceased to amaze
him that his life had gone from three years of almost being a monk, before
he hooked back up with his daughter Amy, to one of abundant sexuality with
two beautiful teen age girls. Feast or famine he thought ruefully; well,
he definitely liked the feast part better. He decided to take his run, he
figured he had at least an hour before the girls would be ready to have
breakfast and he could be back from his run, showered and dressed before
they were ready to leave the room. Before he got up he reached over and
took a couple of tissues from the night table next to him and reaching down
placed them gently between Julie's thighs, pushing them up against her warm
pussy. She hated to drip all over the bed and her thighs after one of
their early morning sessions. The girls loved the little extra attentions
like this that he paid to them, and little things had a way of coming back
in return favors.
He could hear the shower still running in the other bathroom, they had
all slept together in the king-sized bed in his room, but he refused to
share a bathroom with his two teenage daughters - especially after doing
it
for the past several weeks on their 65 foot sail boat Pappallion (French
for Butterfly) on the sail up from Sydney. Validating the wisdom of the
ages he had learned that two females getting "beautiful" in a small space
was no place for any intelligent male.
Jim and his daughters had just finished a very dangerous assignment that
took them from Australia to Singapore to Indonesia (See the novel "Marie"
on this site). It didn't start out being that way, but they kept getting
deeper and deeper into it, towards the end Jim had been very concerned for
Amy's safety. After their long, relaxing sail up from Sydney they had
checked into the Hyatt - Waikiki hours after tying the boat up at the Ala
Wai Yacht Harbor down off Holomoana Boulevard. The boat was wonderful but
showers with unlimited hot water, a bed that didn't move and his own
bathroom was an overwhelming temptation. Plus the Hyatt-Waikiki Beach was
in the middle of over a hundred expensive shops and boutiques - both girls,
but especially Julie, were suffering from extreme shopping deprivation.
That was the rush this morning, the girls wanted to finish up with
breakfast and get to shopping. Jim was insisting that first they check in
via the communication suite in Pappallion with both Marv in California and
his chief of station, Thomas, in Jakarta - Sun Lim was still missing but
recently the transmissions from the General (via Marv's cuff link
microphones) indicated that he had been approached by Sun Lim through an
intermediary - something must be afoot.
Changing quickly into his running shorts and a light shirt he sat on the
edge of the bed in his room and laced on his ancient Brooks running shoes.
It always made him feel nostalgic to put these shoes on, he had been
wearing them for so many years. Amy always made fun of him for his old
shoes, but he had never found a pair that fit so well or felt so good on
his feet. He had resoled them three times, and he knew that some day they
would probably just fall apart on his feet as he was running. He
remembered that the last time he had run in these shoes was in Melbourne,
along the Yarra River. It seemed like ten years ago so much had happened
since that morning.
Tucking a key card for his room into the inside pocket of his shorts he
took the elevator down to the lobby. He turned right and went out the
front doors and crossed the street to the beach side of Kalakaua Avenue and
headed West. The traffic wasn't too bad yet, and the beach on his right
was still empty and pristine. He could hear the sounds of the surf and
smell the tang of the ocean. That was mixed with the scent of the flowers
and trees that lined the six lane road on his left. One thing that never
ceased to amaze him was the variety of smells that he noticed after a long
trip on the ocean. That and the closeness of things. When you were on the
ocean mostly you could see to the horizon, but on land things were close
to
you and you had to look around them to see at a distance.
As Jim began to get into the rhythm of his pace his mind automatically
went into problem solving mode. He had always used this time to sort
things out and review his options. Running along the beach, seeing the
early surfers out in the water, he remembered running like this with Amy
in
Santa Barbara, back when Julie's parents, his best friends, were still
alive - before Jane tried to kill all of them (see the novel "Amy" on this
site). He pushed the thought out of his mind, this was no morning for sad
memories of the past. This morning he wanted to think about the mission
they had just completed. He realized that they had been lucky, if the desk
clerk of the Hyatt in Melbourne hadn't mentioned the courier package that
Mitchell had sent, he and Julie might have never found Amy, or the letter.
He didn't like the idea that the mission was successful merely due to luck.
He reviewed the events of the two days preceding Mitchell disappearing with
Amy to see if he could have solved the problem without the lucky discovery
of the courier packing slip, try as he might, even with full hindsight he
couldn't come up with an answer that satisfied him. He vowed to be more
careful in the future, to get inside of his adversary's mind better. He
should have known that Mitchell was motivated almost exclusively by greed,
and knowing that, predicted that he would leave Australia in the direction
that promised him the greatest financial return. He was comforted in the
knowledge that he and the girls were happy and healthy and the mission was
judged a success by the customer - but depending on luck was a receipt for
disaster. He remembered a small plaque that his father had always had on
the corner of his desk. The plaque had a saying carved on it in Latin, it
read "Cedat Fortuna Peritis Est, it translated to "Skill Is Better Than
Luck". That's the way Jim saw their "security" business, he would have
much preferred to have bested Mitchell through pure skill than have
depended on a lucky break. Thomas Rashid, Marv's head of operations in
Jakarta, had made contact with them on the satellite communications system
two days after they had left Sydney. He told them that Mitchell's naked
body had been found in a alleyway in downtown Jakarta, all of his fingers
had been broken, along with his ankles and knees. It had rated a small
paragraph on an inside page of the newspaper. Jim and the girls felt
vindicated that they had avenged the death of the innocent secretary in
Canberra that Mitchell had killed to get the papers that started this whole
mess. Julie added that she was just glad that they got the twenty million
he had squirreled away in the bank before the General did - and that Amy
was all right, of course, she added as though it was an after thought,
earning a whack on the ass from Amy. All's well that ends well, Jim
thought, but he would be more vigilant the next time, he swore that to
himself.
After running about three miles, Jim turned into the driveway of the
hotel. He took the elevator up to the 39th floor. He stopped by the
Regency Club and picked up a cup of the wonderful Kona coffee they brewed
and headed back to his room. When he let himself in he could hear the
sound of music coming from the bathroom in the adjoining bedroom. Both
girls must be up and getting ready. He figured he had a few minutes to
spare so he took his coffee out on the balcony of his room to relax for a
bit before he got in the shower. This would probably be the last time he
would have to himself all day since the girls were insistent that he
accompany them on their shopping expedition. His job was to sit in the
"designated male chair" outside the various dressing rooms and tell one,
or
both of the daughters, how wonderful they looked in the new outfit that
they were modeling.
He was enjoying the quiet and sipping his cup of coffee while sitting
on
the balcony. The balcony overlooked Kuhio Beach on Waikiki in the center
of Honolulu. The view from the balcony of his 39th floor room was
magnificent. He could see miles of Oahu beach in both directions, the
jutting shape of Diamond Head on his left, the hills that surrounded the
city on his right. It was a beautiful Hawaiian morning he thought, a few
soft white puffy clouds in a clear blue sky casting dark shadows on the
blue-green ocean. People were already moving on to the beach, staking out
their spots on the soft sand even though it was still just eight am. A
large white and blue cruise ship was moving majestically out of the port.
Jim put his coffee cup down on the glass-topped table and walked back
through the sliding glass doors into his room. He stripped off his running
clothes and got into the shower, luxuriating in the unlimited hot water.
One thing about a sailboat on a long trip, you were always watching every
drop of water - of course showering with the girls did have some advantages
he remembered with a little smile - there were always volunteers to wash
his prick for him.
After he had gotten out of the shower and shaved, Jim dressed in a pair
of tan Polo shorts and a black pullover Callaway Golf shirt, along with a
pair of brown sandals. It felt really good to have been able to run in the
cool morning air and feel his leg muscles start to loosen up. They had
plenty of workout equipment aboard the Pappallion, but running was
something he missed a lot when they were at sea. He was glad that right
now things were quiet, he and the girls were safe and on their way home.
They would probably leave the boat here in Hawaii and fly home in a week
or
so, the boat was a lot less conspicuous here in Oahu than it would be in
LA
or Malibu. While he was getting dry in the bathroom after his shower he
had taken a long look at himself in the full length mirror on the back of
the bathroom door. He had a great tan from his time on the boat up from
Sydney, his short blond hair had been sunbleached almost white, and the
hair on his arms, legs and chest was a light golden color, contrasting with
his tan. Not bad for a man in his mid-forties, particularly one that got
fucked by two teens whenever the mood struck them, and it struck them
pretty often he thought with a chuckle.
Jim heard the CD player in the adjoining room stop and Julie and Amy
came through the door into his room, closing the connecting door behind
them. He had to admit it, they were beautiful - the seeming
disorganization in the bathroom always resulted in two lovely, poised young
women - amazing transformation, he thought. Amy was wearing a pair of
white shorts and a light green tank top that stretched tightly across her
large breasts. She had on a touch of lip gloss and her long reddish brown
hair was pulled behind her head in a long, thick braid that hung down her
back, almost touching the waistband of her shorts. Julie was still
fluffing her short white-blond hair as she followed Amy into the room. She
was wearing a khaki colored "skort" ( shorts with a wraparound flap on the
front that made them look like a skirt from the front but shorts from the
back) Jim thought they were a bit strange, but he had learned not to make
negative comments about style or fashion - the girls ignored him anyway.
She had on a light blue tee-top with short cap sleeves that matched the icy
blue of her eyes. They both looked just great he thought. He could feel
his prick stirring in his pants - even thought he had sex with both of them
last night, and a great morning quickie with Julie while Amy was in the
shower - although he still wasn't completely sure that Julie was totally
awake.
"Come on girls, let's get to the Regency Club and get some breakfast.
I'm starved - Julie gave me an appetite this morning, taking advantage me
when I was still sleepy and defenseless," Jim laughed.
"Me?" Julie said. "I was sound asleep when some horny man stuck his
dick up me from behind and filled me full of sticky white stuff." Julie
stood there, hands on her hips, looking stern. She couldn't keep a
straight face though, and broke into giggles - Amy joining her.
"I don't think you minded 'being taken advantage of' too much Daddy.
Besides, I can't believe that Julie would voluntarily wake up for any
reason, including sex with you - wonderful as it is."
They walked down the hall to the Regency Club lounge where fruit,
pastries and yogurt were placed out on a buffet type of breakfast. Fresh
squeezed juices and the wonderful Kona coffee were also offered by the
courteous staff. All three of them loaded up on the fresh fruit, that was
one of the things they missed most on the sail up from Australia. The
rich, full flavored coffee was also a pleasant change from the coffee they
had brought aboard from Australia too - Jim and Amy complained about it the
whole trip, Julie had gotten ten pounds of it just before they left, it had
been on sale at the wharf provisioning store. Jim and Amy complained that
it tasted like hot water with floor sweepings in it, Julie just kept
telling them how inexpensive it had been. As they were finishing up their
breakfast Jim asked the concierge on duty at the Club to get them a cab to
take them to the slip where Pappallion was berthed.
Fifteen minutes later they were unlocking the main salon door and
turning on the sat com (satellite communications) equipment to call Thomas
in Jakarta. They made contact with him immediately, he was still in his
office. He told them that Marv need to talk with them as soon as possible,
but he just wanted to let them know that it appeared that Sun Lim had been
making tentative gestures through an intermediary toward the General to get
back to town and get his compound and house back. Thomas doubted that it
would work, not unless Sun Lim was willing to pay the General the ten
million he had lost plus offer him something pretty special as well for the
insult. He told them that he would keep an eye on the situation and that
the cuff links were providing him with invaluable information on the
General's movements and plans. He said he was giving selected summaries
to
the Australians, but controlling the source of the information himself.
Jim signed off and then contacted the mountain-top house just outside of
Malibu, California. Both Marv and his teenage daughter Marie (their
partners in the industrial security business they were all in since Jim and
the girls had "disappeared" when Jim's ex-wife had tried to blow them up
on
their first boat, the Silver Cloud. Julie's parents - Jim's partners in
his software business were killed and Jim and Amy adopted Julie) were on
the line almost immediately.
"Jim, I'm really glad you called us, we have a serious problem back
here."
"What's going on Marv, I thought things were quiet in the office - at
least they were yesterday when we talked."
"I got a panicked call from Dick Brower last night. Do you remember
him? He was DCI (Director, Central Intelligence Agency) when Marie and I
came out here, in fact he was the one that gave us this place. He's
retired now, of course, and living up in Oregon - just outside of Portland.
He wanted to be close to his daughter and granddaughter, they're the only
family he has left now since his wife died a few years ago in the same car
accident that claimed his daughter's husband. Anyway, to make the story
short, his granddaughter is missing, probably kidnapped, and he's beyond
frantic."
"What is it Marv? Political or financial? Has he received a ransom
note or anything?" Jim knew that this must be terribly hard for Marv since
it had to bring up all the old memories surrounding Marie's kidnapping and
the death of this wife Chantel while he worked for Brower.
"It's a lot more complicated than that. She disappeared along with a
chartered school bus full of twelve to fourteen year old girls that were
a
part of the Miss Junior Teen Northwest contest. Forty of them, and three
sponsors, just vanished from the face of the earth yesterday morning. The
police and FBI are currently clueless according to Brower. He called me
and pleaded for me to go to work on it. The man was in tears Jim, he is
just destroyed by the thought of what may be happening to his little
granddaughter Lisa. " Marv's voice was shaking as well as he spoke.
"What do you want us to do Marv? You know you have only to ask."
"Just come back as soon as possible and let's see if we can get some
information that can help find Lisa and those other girls. All hell is
breaking loose up in Oregon, Washington and Idaho with the parents of those
missing girls. Grab a plane to LAX and I'll have Marie pick you all up
with the Jet Ranger. Hurry Jim, we really need you and the girls right
away."
"Hang in there guys, we will be there by tonight. All we have to do is
pack a few clothes and have Marie get us a flight.."
Jim turned and looked at Amy and Julie sitting next to him in the salon.
They both looked back at him with determined looks on their faces. He
guessed the vacation was over. Jim called the Hyatt on his cell phone and
told them he would be checking out and to prepare his bill and get a limo
standing by for an airport trip, he would let them know the exact time
later. He had just hung up when Marie call him back on the sat link. She
told them that they were booked First Class on a Delta flight direct
Honolulu to LAX leaving in about two hours. She would meet them at their
gate when they arrived and take them over to the transit terminal where she
would park the helicopter (Marie was an accomplished pilot as well as a
skilled computer programmer). She had also arranged for someone there in
Honolulu to stay aboard the Pappallion so that no one would tamper with the
sensitive gear.
The three of them packed in record time, especially considering that
half of their stuff was on the boat and half was in the hotel. Everyone
only took one carry-on bag, they had no desire to fight the baggage system
at LAX. They decided to leave all their advanced communications gear and
their Browning pistols on the boat since Marv would be able to equip them
with any gear they might need once the reached the underground command
center outside of Malibu.
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Monday Afternoon Rural Northwest Oregon
The pickup truck and the big tractor-trailer reached the port without
incident. Reggie led Hans through the stacked containers to the loading
area where a medium sized freighter named "Lucky Star" was tied alongside
the dock. The ship's forward crane was busily lifting huge boxes of
machinery on board and stowing them in the forward cargo compartment.
Reggie parked the pickup truck out of the way on the dock and got out to
help guide Hans into position. He was joined by several Asian men who were
part of the ship's loading crew. They swarmed over the trailer, hooking
up
the lifting harness to the lifting rings on the large metal container
resting on the flatbed trailer. When they had it secured they released the
couplings fastening the container to the trailer and signaled the crew
on-board to begin lifting. The aft crane lifted the container, with the
school bus inside, effortlessly up to the level of the ship's deck. The
crane operator then swung the container in towards the ship and lowered it
down into the aft cargo hold where it was secured to the deck with the same
type of shackles that had held it to the flat-bed trailer. Once Reggie had
been told, via two-way radio, that the container was safely on board he
backed the pickup truck onto a rigged platform and it was lifted aboard and
lowered into the cargo hold and secured as well. The recently stolen truck
was almost new, and was promised to the ship's captain, as well as a very
large sum of money form the boss, Reggie thought. The four mercenaries
boarded the ship via the gangway and the crew began securing the hatch
covers and untying the large hawsers that held the ship to the dock. In
less than thirty minutes the freighter had swung out into the river and was
on route to Pacific. Reggie and his group were sitting by themselves in
the ships lounge having a beer and discussing the operation.
"Good job mates, went off without a hitch, smooth as silk," Reggie said,
raising his bottle of beer in a toast. The other three toasted him back,
Hans adding to it in his slight accent.
"And here's to all the pussy we are going to get over the next week."
The rest of the men added various sounds of agreement, Mike's pocked face
breaking out in a big smile. "Tell me what they look like, are there some
young ones?" Mike having been the only one of the four that hadn't gotten
a
look at the girls on the bus.
"All kinds and sizes Mike," Reggie told him. "Just be sure you ask me
before you fuck with any of them, the boss would be really mad if you
ruined a 'three hole virgin' and he lost potential profit. This is a guy
we don't want to piss off. He has some very dangerous friends, besides we
want more of this work - it beats the hell out of having to slog from one
pig-sty village to another shooting peasants and fucking women that smell
like goats."
"Ok Reggie, I'll ask first and fuck second. But were they any little
bitches that I would like on the bus?"
Hans spoke up. "Hey, don't worry my Corsican friend, I saw four or five
that were tit-less and probably didn't have any hair on their cunts either.
Just the way you like them."
"So I can have them right Reggie, I mean if they aren't like virgins or
if we sell them back to their parents, right?"
"Just ask first Mike, and don't grab any of them hard enough to leave
any bruises until after we get the photographs. Understood?"
"Sure Reggie, I'll behave myself. I just want to fuck four or five of
them, I really need it, y'know what I mean." Mike rubbed his crotch with
a
cupped hand as he spoke the last words. Reggie and Hans broke into
laughter, even Eddie got a faint smile on his controlled face. Then he
looked at Mike.
"Mike, that big blond sponsor bitch is mine, I'm going to fuck her up
the ass. I also want the tall one with the reddish hair and the big tits.
Other than those two you can fuck anyone Reggie says."
"Sure, sure Eddie," Mike was eager to please Eddie, who was normally so
silent and unflappable. The other two were amazed to hear him show any
emotion at all. "I'll even help you fuck her Eddie, I'll hold her legs
open for you when you shove it up her asshole."
"I don't need help butt-fucking a bitch. Why the fuck would I want you
in the room, stupid?" A tenseness began filling the room with Eddie's hard
edged remark. Reggie jumped in quickly to defuse the tension.
"Come on you blokes, finish up the beer and let's go get the girls out
of the bus and ready to transfer to the boss' yacht. We should be meeting
up with them in six hours or so."
The four men went below and back toward the stern to the rear cargo
compartment. They walked between the large containers until they came to
the one that held the bus. Hans began unfastening the rear doors while
Reggie told Eddie to check out room where they were going to secure the
girls while they were on the ship.
"And make sure that the ankle cuffs are there so that we can secure the
bitches as soon as we get them into the room - there should be about fifty
pairs." Eddie nodded and headed off towards the stern to find the room they
had been told had been prepared for the girls.
Hans got the back doors of the container open and climbed in to the bus
through the rear emergency exit. He walked to the front of the bus and
turned on the interior lights. It looked to him like most of the girls
were still out, one or two of them were moving slightly. He stepped over
the dead body of the driver and walked toward the rear of the bus and
jumped down to the deck.
"They are still out Reg, but they're small enough that I think we should
start just carrying them to the room and locking them up. It might be some
time before all of them wake up, that dosage was pretty strong for their
weight. Some of them might still be pretty groggy when we move them to the
boss' boat."
Eddie walked up at that point, back from checking out the room where
they would secure the girls when they took them out of the bus. He heard
the last of Han's remarks and shook his head in agreement. Reggie asked
him if the room was all right and Eddie told him that it was fine, and that
there was a large wooden box full of leg restraints, he hadn't counted them
but there was at least fifty in the box. He handed Reggie a set of a dozen
keys that would unlock the shackles.
"Right then, lovely. Hans you start bringing the girls to the back of
the bus and Eddie and Mike can carry them into the storage room and secure
them. I'll stay down here just in case we have any trouble with them. You
had better go forward and secure the bus door, I don't want any of them
trying to slip out that way while we are all back here. Pass the first two
out first so we can get started." Reggie handed Mike and Eddie each a key
from the ring in his hand.
Mike and Eddie came up the back of bus and Hans handed the first young
girl down to Eddie. She was a little blond with her hair in two braids.
She was about twelve years old and wearing a little denim skirt and a pair
of cowboy boots - obviously she was getting into the idea of an afternoon
at a horse ranch. Eddie threw the unconscious girl over his shoulder, her
skirt flipping up to her waist, her little ass prominently displayed in a
pair of white cotton panties. Mike reached up to give it a little pat,
Reggie reached out and stopped his arm.
"Later Mike, let's get the little quim moved before all forty of them
wake up and start wailing, or throwing up." One of the unpleasant side
effects of the quick acting anesthetic they used was that it left the
recipient with a headache and unsettled stomach. Reggie was sure that sea
motion wouldn't help any, some of them would probably be pretty ripe by the
time the yacht arrived.
"Give me another of the little bitches, they don't weigh nothing,
they're so small." Eddie said with a tight little smile at Mike, trying to
make-up with him a little. Mike got a big grin on his face, he could never
hold a grudge.
"Hey Eddie, that's my line." Eddie just grinned back as him as Hans
handed down a little red head dressed in jean shorts and a halter top.
Reggie felt relieved as Eddie walked off with the two little girls slung
over his shoulders, their cute little asses sticking up in the air, at
least the men were back on an even temper. He knew how Mike felt, he would
have liked to pull the panties off that little blonde and take a look at
her cute little fanny - pussy, he remembered, Yanks called it a pussy, not
a fanny. He remembered the first time he saw a candy store in a shopping
mall called Fanny Mae, he almost pissed himself laughing.
Hans handed a larger blond haired girl with a spread of freckles across
her nose down to Mike, she had already started developing a nice set of
tits he noticed as his hands ran over her chest. That one will bring some
money he thought. He knew the boss was going to be delighted with the
number of blondes on board, the Asians always paid top price for young
blond girls. He thought how much he would like to have her tied and bent
over the edge of a table while he fucked her relentlessly. It always took
Hans a long time to get off, long enough so that most women dried out and
tried to pull away from his thrusting prick, that's why he liked them tied
down. He felt his prick start to harden and he shook his head and reminded
himself that there was a job to be done. After Mike had headed off behind
Eddie, carrying the girl in his arms, he went forward to check the front
door of the bus. He pulled the lever that closed the door tightly. Using
his foot he pushed the driver's body down the three stairs to fall against
the door. Since the door opened inwards, no one would be able to open the
door now, not unless they moved the dead driver first - and the bitch
probably weighed a hundred kilos.
As Hans headed back towards the back of the bus to continue unloading
the girls Lisa opened her eyes a crack and slowly tilted her head to watch
him. She saw Hans reach into one of the back rows and pull a small,
dark-haired girl out from the seats and move towards the emergency exit.
Lisa slowly reached up and unhooked her silver necklace with the medallion
that matched her ring, and carefully slid it out of the small opening at
the bottom of her window. She was leaving all the clues that she could,
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