Chapter 1

 

Bathed in the mid-morning sun the suburban, two story, red brick residence looked like a feature spread out of Better Homes and Gardens. It was late May and the brass numbers on the off-white front door were clearly visible through the high powered binoculars. The modestly marked, brown delivery van with the two uniformed men inside was parked several blocks down on the opposite side of the two lane street.

"667. No car in the drive. Garage door's closed. Can't tell if she's home yet." The Harvester relayed as watched through the windscreen.

"Let's go ring the bell."

"Never expose yourself unnecessarily. We'll wait." This was The Kid's tenth ride-along. Over the last two months the novice, who had been promoted out of the ranks of the Trainers, had done four harvests with H-03 and three with H-02. Both reported that he showed good initiative & aptitude, but wasn't yet ready for full promotion. So for his last few ride-alongs The Director decided to try a long shot. He asked The Harvester to come back in to help finish up The Kid's training.

It had been five months since The Harvester's retirement and he was quite content at home being entertained and serviced by his sex slaves and tinkering with his various hobbies, but The Director was able to strike a nerve when he mentioned that H-02 and H-03 were good, but he'd have more confidence in The Kid if he could get some time under his belt with H.

"How'd we get this one?" The Kid asked flipping through the woman's file.

"Funny story. Husband donated her. Tired of her. Apparently he's got something younger on the side. Cute little auburn haired teen."

"Donated her? Like for free?"

"Like for free. Gratis with no strings attached. Only stipulation is that we get rid of her by the 30th."

"This is only the 27th!"

"Yeah."

"What was the big rush, hurry-up, drop what-you're-doing, we gotta go today routine?"

"That's the funny part of the story." He continued to peer through the binos, ignoring The Kid, who was in a slow burn.

"What the fuck!? You gonna tell me, or I do I gotta tune in next week?" H turned to him and smirked.

"Two days before he contracted the wife to be harvested her mother contracted The MSTA to harvest him."

"Yikes! That's unbelievable!"

"I know. A guy not getting on with his mother-in-law, unheard of."

"Aren't they worried about the girlfriend going to the cops after they snatch him?"

"No reason."

The day's plan was to use the 'Delivery Men' scenario. This time they were appliance men bringing in a new washer/dryer. The husband explained the set up to The Director two weeks ago. By loosening a couple of bolts on the spin drum of her existing machine the whole thing fell apart the first time she used it. The husband volunteered to order a new one, let her pick one out of the catalogue and the scenario was set.

"Thirty-two years old. Don't see too many CA30's at work."

"We don't usually deal in the older ones." He raised the binos again as a car slowed down then passed the house.

"Why not?"

"Once they pass their mid-twenties they're harder to train and sell, shorter usage time. Plus they're more subject to sustain damage during training." A few minutes later a second car slowed and pulled into the driveway. Harvester took a look.

"Red Toyota hatchback. It's show time." He started the engine but didn't pull out yet, just watched as the garage door opened and the car pulled into the double bay garage. A tall, slender but curvy woman dressed in a thin, white summer dress which clung to her sweat soaked body and wearing open toed pumps got out and retrieved some groceries and a plant from the back seat.

"For thirty-two years old that's pretty damn impressive!" Now The Kid had the binos. "Nice long legs! Christ! That's gotta be a 42 inch inseam! Bet she grew a mile of cock with those walking sticks!"

Without closing the garage the dark haired beauty, went into the house via the door connecting the garage and kitchen. The Kid glanced over the future sex slave's file and surveillance photos again.

"Yeah, I'd say the Academy'll turn a profit on that." Added H. He pulled out slowly then drove just past the harvest's driveway and backed up into it, stopping just a foot or so inside the edge of the open roll up door. The Kid climbed over the seats and jumped in the back to prep the capture and restraint gear while Harvester put on his hat, picked up a clip board and got out.

He hid the stun gun under the clip board and pad and just as he stepped into the garage the kitchen door opened and the woman came back out. Harvester immediately picked up that she was startled by the scene, stopped where he was and quickly interjected.

"Mrs. Marachenko?"

"Who are you ?! What do you want?!" Harvester glanced down at her stocking feet and was pleased to see the soon-to-be former housewife had removed her shoes.

After laying out the straps, slave collar and shipping hood, The Kid slipped a ball gag into his side pocket and set a pair of battery powered clothes shears on the right hand wheel well . He made his way around the large cardboard box in the rear of the van and opened the back doors to a 45 degree angle. She looked inside the van as he did so.

"We have a new washer /dryer to deliver. It was purchased from our catalogue sales department." She peered again into the back of the van and Harvester drew her closer in by moving towards the rear of the vehicle. "If you could just verify the model and color, we'll get her unloaded and hooked up for you." Her mood temporarily lightened from suspicion to satisfaction as she moved closer to the rear of the van passing in front of the senior Harvester.

"Off white with chrome lined door, is that right ma'am?" He glanced over her shoulder at The Kid who made eye contact as soon as the innocent woman was between them. When she was less than a foot from the rear bumper the stun gun came out from under the clip board.

"That's wonderful! I'm really anxious too . .. " ZZZTTH! "AAAGGGHHH!" ZZZTTHH! "UUUGGHHH!" The gun released its voltage into the woman's lower spine from just above her firm buttocks. Her scantily clad body shot rigid as a board as the electricity streaked up her torso and pounded into her head with an agonizingly painful explosion. The stunned form fell forward and was caught under the arms by The Kid.

"Strip her down, leave the stockings. Ball gag her and bind the wrists and ankles." The Kid looked puzzled.

"Why don't we just get the hell outta here? I'll wrap her on the way!" Harvester stepped in close to the rear of the van.

"Ever install a washing machine, Kid?" he asked as The Kid hauled the stunned woman belly down up into the van.

"Yeah all the time. It's all we ever did after school back home, go around and install washers for people!"

"I'll take that as a no. Takes about fifteen, twenty minutes and that nosy neighbor across the street peeking out her window every few minutes probably knows that." The Kid just shook his head. "Tie her up then put her in that little storeroom in the corner, we'll have a quick look around, load her up then leave. Just as if we installed the machine, as per work order." The Kid reached for the shears and with two quick sweeps sliced the moaning woman's summer dress off its sweaty body, bundled the wet rag into a ball and threw it in a burn bag. H looked at the bright orange, oversized ball gag as The Kid inserted it. The Kid saw him looking.

 

"Mrs. Marachenko In the Dark"

 

"I know! Make sure she's got an airway!" He muttered as the tattered dress and her lycra bra were dropped into the burn bag. The Kid stored the harvest while H took a leisurely stroll around the house.

Rarely had he been compelled to remain at a snatch scene, but the few times he did he always checked out the master bedroom. He rifled through the drawers of the female's dresser and smiled as he dug through its lingerie collection.

A little over ten minutes later he came back into the garage to a nervous Kid sitting on the rear of the van.

"Here ya go, Kid. Go insert this, grab the item and let's head back to the Bat Cave." He tossed his assistant a large, cheap plastic vibrator.

The H kept sentry to make sure the coast was clear and the nosy neighbor wasn't watching then signalled The Kid who emerged with the bound and gagged woman and plopped her in back of the van. Harvester tossed The Kid the gun and pad, quickly shut the doors and hit the inside button to close the garage.

By the time the bottom edge of the garage door hit concrete the van was out of the drive and headed north towards the interstate.

"47 seconds, not counting waiting time! I think that might be a record, Kid! Not a bad way to start your career." The Kid had the stunned female's elbows tightly restrapped together behind its back and was working on replacing the ropes with leather strap around the slender ankles. He continued to work as he quipped back.

"Your watch is slow, old timer. I make it 42 seconds."

"Okay smart ass!" Harvester glanced up into the rear view mirror. "Wait until she starts trying to speak before you regag her." Kid now had the long haired beauty on its back pinning its bound arms to the floor with its own body weight while straddling the stunned female's thighs on his knees.

"What's its bush look like?" he asked. The Kid finished pulling its tattered panties up through the crack of its ass and tossing them into the burn bag.

"Trimmed tight, but not shaved. Yet." He cleared its dark hair from the back of its long neck and wrapped her with a 7 inch, rigid slave collar which locked from behind. Though she was now helpless, the female's paralysis had worn off and she started to buck a bit. There were some garbled moans coming from the back of her throat. The Kid held up the ovoid ball gag mockingly.

"Now daddy?"

"Yes son. Now." Brandishing the stun gun in front of her eyes he then separated her dry pussy lips and pressed the prongs on either side of her hole then looked square into her tear filled eyes.

"You remember what this gun felt like on your ass?" The female nodded weakly. "Would you like to feel it on full power, down there?" Now there was wild shaking of the head. "Then you're going to be a good girl and cooperate while I change out your gag, aren't you?" Vigorous shaking of the head was her immediate response. "Good cunt! Let's see." Laying the gun in full view on her heaving breast bone between her tits then undoing her gag he gave the raw its first command as a sex slave. "Keep your mouth open!" He was firm but not fanatical. He wiped the saliva covered training device with her hair and put it aside.

The fresh ball gag sported an eight inch long by half inch thick, solid rubber piece threaded through a hole in the center of the ovoid ball. The 'gag finger' as it was known in the trade, was able to be removed to be replaced with a feeder hose. However, now it would be used for its intended purpose.

Guiding the protruding device between the white, even teeth and over the tongue, he simultaneously pulled back on the finger and wedged the hard rubber ball so the front was just behind the teeth. The female was fully compliant as he tightly fastened the cheek straps behind the neck then slowly forced the finger back in until it hit the back of the female's throat when she began to gag uncontrollably. "Bend your head back a little!" The woman obeyed and the gagging subsided. The Kid pushed again until the gagging started up again, then retracted the finger very slightly until she regained control of her throat.

"Now lift your head!" Compliance brought an immediate spasm of wild gagging and the female's head shot back to its bent back position to relieve the stress. "Good cunt! There's your first lesson. Maintain your head back like that and you won't gag yourself! Got it?" Save for two wide open eyes staring straight ahead there was no attempt at an answer. He patted her cheek.

The van made a few turns and then continued straight.

Sitting the female up on its knees, head still bent back, he stroked its firm, pert breast and tried to calm her down.

"Just try and take it easy Sweetheart. You've got a long trip ahead of you. Try and save your energy." Her hazel eyes grew even wider and she let out a stifled but piercing scream. The Kid immediately placed the pins of the stun gun between its meaty labia, pressed down on its soft, pink clit and pulled the trigger. The female's nude form convulsed, its head banging on the side of the van several times before she slumped down, this time unconscious. He put his ear to her nose and listened for her breath. Satisfied she was breathing well he applied a black, leather face muzzle across the gagged mouth and buckled it tight around the cheeks and over the crown of the skull. After stuffing its ears with generous amounts of beeswax and straightening its waist-length hair he reached back into the equipment box.

Once they were clear of the neighborhood, he forced a tight fitting, neoprene hood down over its head, inserting the nose tubes into its nostrils in the process. With no holes for its eyes there was no need for a blindfold.

"How we looking?" he asked his mentor.

"'Bout fifteen, twenty minutes to the highway." He took a left then glanced back to see his apprentice kneading the long slender feet and playing with its toes as he amused himself by sliding the buzzing vibrator slowly in and out of the female from behind.. "They're fun to play with, aren't they?" he called back.

"Beats training them. Only time you get to fuck them is when they've just been beaten half senseless, screaming in hysterics from being racked out or are half unconscious, looking like they've been put through the wringer." His hand ran up the ex-house wife's long, curvy thigh. "Nice to see a fresh one!"

"Hey Kid. Its okay if you wanna do it. It's one of the perks of the job."

"You sure?" The Kid ran his eyes up down the flaccid, stretched nude once again. He'd never had anything over twenty-two years old. The thirty-two year old was a novelty for him.

Ironically, one of the bones of contention in her marriage was that her husband wanted her to agree to anal sex which, in almost nine years of marriage, she never did, fearing the pain and humiliation it might cause. Now there would be a first for both of them. Of course she wouldn't know about it until later when it slowly dawned on her why her ass was so sore and it hurt to walk.

"We got a four hour ride ahead of us. Take your time. Just don't cum in its cunt. We don't know if its on the pill or not."

"Not gonna be a problem!" he shot back as he took hold of the helpless woman's ankles and rolled her nude form onto her belly. He smiled as he removed his trousers, observing the way the modest breasts were squashed out to the sides taking her full body weight.

With his trousers on the floor next to him and his hard on ready to go all he had to do was lift her by its hip bones to get the ass raised to the right angle for entry. His dripping cock needed no additional lubrication, it slid right in. A muffled moan escaped the black, rubber hood.

"OH MY GOD IS THIS THING TIGHT!"

They turned onto the highway.