Chapter One

 

Blake pulled her panties down and grabbed a handful of her naked arse cheek. The feel of the warm sweaty crevice in between the cheeks always gave him an erotic charge. It felt private, dirty, and obscene. Evidently the owner of the grabbed cheek felt that way too, because his assault caused a great deal of indignant squirming and some very soft swearing.

Her protests were soft because of the customised shock collar around her throat. The collar's sonic switch was set so that normal speech would trigger it, delivering a powerful shock to the wearer's throat. In addition, once it was triggered, the shocks would keep on coming for one minute at three second intervals.

Wendy was the latest arrival, and he was really pleased. She fit the client's description almost exactly and she had the spirit and fight in her that would make a good slave, at least after he had finished training her.

While a lot of men (and women) fantasize about taking a freshly captured woman, breaking her and turning her into an obedient slave, the reality is that it is a very time consuming process requiring a great deal of expertise and patience. The do-it-yourself types often end up with a woman who is nearly catatonic with fear, or one who is so hardened and pissed off that she could have come straight from the local maximum security prison. Sometimes the amateur's "training" merely devolves into a series of crippling or fatal beatings.

Just like everything else in the world, if you could afford it, you went to the experts. Like Blake. He reluctantly released her arse and said, "Alexa, please take our guest to her quarters and settle her in."

Alexa rubbed her leather clad hip against him and said, "And if I don't?"

He knew that she was just feeling playful, so he said, "Well, if you would really prefer six stokes of the cane on your cunt .... "

Alexa straddled his thigh and rubbed her crotch against him like an amorous cat. She licked her lips and said, "You always say the nicest things." With an exaggerated sigh, she turned and grabbed the prisoner by the arm. She said to the girl, who had been listening wide eyed to our little byplay, "See what I am missing just because of you? Now come along dear. By the way, this controller on my belt activates your collar, so don't be naughty."

He watched Alexa's lithe form lustfully as she dragged the confused girl down to a cell in the basement, her panties still bunched around the top of her thighs and her skirt up around her waist. They actually had plenty of room upstairs, but a cellar dungeon somehow just seemed so much more threatening. And it was easier to soundproof. He switched on the basement monitors, which appeared as a split screen display on one of the huge high definition LCD monitor screens on the wall. After a moment, the unusual couple appeared on the corridor camera, with Alexa leading the girl along with a firm grip on her ear. He pressed a button to switch to the cell camera when Alexa pushed the girl into her assigned cell. There was only one other girl in the basement at this time, but as the cells were soundproof, she would have no idea that she had company unless he wanted her to. The cells and corridor were wired for sound too, which was evidenced by Alexa's voice coming from the Bose speakers.

She said, "All right you, strip. Dress code of the day is nothing."

The girl shook her head and turned her back to show the plastic handcuffs that bound her wrists and elbows.

Blake zoomed in on her face just in time to see the fleeting look of cunning.

Alexa saw it too and glanced at the camera with a smile. She loved this part. With an innocent and unsuspecting look on her face she pulled out a safety cutter that was clipped to her belt and used it to snip the white plastic loops off of the girl, and returned it to her belt.

Wendy shook and massaged her arms, getting the circulation going again and using the excuse to swing her arms around. Suddenly, she dropped into a combat stance and threw a punch at Alexa.

Unfortunately for her, they already knew from their extensive research that she took self-defence classes twice a week. They even had an analysis of her instructor's style and technique. Alexa brushed the blow aside and struck back with three blindingly fast nerve strikes to the inside of her arm, the side of her neck and the middle of her chest. Watching on the monitor, Blake winced as the strikes landed, knowing from experience how excruciatingly painful those blows were, even though they would barely leave a bruise the next day.

Wendy went pale and sank to her knees with her right arm hanging limply at her side and the other one pressed to her body just below her breasts as she whooped for breath.

Alexa grinned nastily. "I bet your instructor didn't teach you that one did she?" She grabbed the kneeling girl by the hair and pulled her head back and stared into her face. "Now are you are going to get undressed like a good little girl or do you want to play some more?" She tapped the shock collar and said, "And before you say something rude, remember that you're still wearing this little beauty."

Even on the screen he could see that Wendy was far from beaten, but she was smart enough to know that this was not the time to be stubborn. When Alexa released her hair she nodded and whispered, "I'll get undressed."

Alexa patted her cheek and stepped back. "I'm waiting."

The girl winced and climbed painfully to her feet. "Can you turn around or leave the room?" she asked, with her hand on the first button of her blouse.

Alexa laughed, shaking her head. They always said that. She replied, "This room is under twenty-four hour video surveillance, so modesty is the least of your problems. You have five seconds to start, or I'll give you a zap with the collar."

Wendy gave her female tormentor the eye of death and started to undress. She noticed the way Alexa watched the gradual exposure her body and she said, "Are you a lesbian? From the way you were rubbing up against that man upstairs, it seemed that you like men well enough?"

Alexa leaned back against the wall and said, "Don't flatter yourself. Part of my job is to check that the goods are not damaged, and I can't do that when it's all wrapped up. If I don't see some pussy soon my finger is likely to get itchy." She tapped the collar activation button with her glittering dark red fingernail.

Wendy flushed angrily at been treated as property, but it was obvious that the threat of the collar was very real, so she remained calm and finished undressing. She was somewhat clumsy, since her right arm was obviously still bothering her, and she winced when she twisted her arm to unfasten her bra and to pull her panties down.

Alexa motioned her back against the rear wall and then gathered up her discarded clothes. She maliciously examined Wendy's panties. She grinned and pointed out the wet spot on the crotch. "Someone is feeling a bit randy," she said.

The "L.A. Girls" ring tone of Blake's cell phone pulled his attention away from the screen. He found it rather amusing to have a tune about sex slavery on his phone. The screen showed that the call was from Derek, his number two. He pressed the button and said, "Blake."

Derek's voice said, "The shipment is due in an hour. You wanted to be there in person." The latter phrase sounded like an accusation.

He knew Derek felt that his presence at a routine delivery of girls meant for the escort market indicated a lack of confidence in his abilities, but there had been rumours floating about, and Blake was uncomfortable about this one. "Okay. I'm coming." He hung up and pressed the intercom button for Wendy's cell. "Alexa, you can finish up with her later. We have to go." He zoomed in on Wendy's face and body for another look, and patted himself on the back again. She was perfect, so long as he could successfully train her. She looked surprised as Alexa snatched up her clothes and backed out of the room. Alexa paused to say, "You make a mess of the room or the toilet and you get zapped, so be good." The door slammed and locked and Blake switched off the monitor, not bothering to listen to Wendy's inevitable but softly spoken demands to be released. A technician would monitor the cells to make sure that none of the girls tried to hurt themselves.

Alexa came striding into the room, as she slipped on her short leather jacket.

"Are you carrying?" he asked.

She nodded and held her jacket open to reveal her twin shoulder holsters holding two tiny Kahr PM9 automatic pistols. She was ambidextrous and could shoot equally well with either hand.

His own Sphinx 3000 Titanium Tactical 9mm was in its holster on his belt, with two spare magazines on the other side. He hoped like hell that he wouldn't have to use it tonight. He and Alexa got into his Jaguar XF and followed the passenger van and the other escort vehicle containing Derek and four other men. In general, street level organised crime is still a largely male preserve, and even more so lately with so many discharged soldiers coming back from the Middle East and looking for jobs suited to their skills.

They were going to meet the Transporters, who had moved the girls into England via various routes using genuine and faked documents. They were specialists, who dealt only with the actual travel part of the trafficking process, sort of like an underworld version of DHL. They didn't know and didn't care what happened to the girls after they handed them over to Blake's people. Derek had arranged for the delivery to be at a quiet roadside spot near to Alexandra Palace. They handed over the money, the Transporters handed over the girls. Simple. Well almost.

Informants in London had heard whispers that the Albanians were making another drive to shut the competition down, and it was Blake's turn. That usually meant a lot of dead bodies. They had left each other alone in the past because they basically served different ends of the market. The Albanian's smuggled in mostly ignorant or unwilling girls from Eastern Europe, and set them up on brothels all over the country. The girls were paid pennies or in drugs or not at all, and kept in line with threats to themselves or their families back home. On the other hand, Blake's organisation dealt in the high end girls, mostly willing, as well as a specialist line in trained sex slaves. The profit margins were lower, but they had fewer problems with the police and anti-terror units or other crime networks. Until now.

Blake's musings on the nature of his business were interrupted by Alexa's fingers lightly walking along his thigh. He was used to it, so the car didn't waver an inch, but he couldn't help smiling, because he knew that it meant Alexa had a request. The important thing to know about her was what she was crazy. At least that's what her doctors say.

She scratched a little harder and said, "Order me."

"To do what?" he said, keeping a careful eye on the rear of the van in front of him. The last thing they needed was a traffic accident.

"To put a clip on my pussy," she said.

"That sounds painful," he said, teasing her. He saw her head shake from the corner of my eye.

"Not if you tell me to do it," she said. "You know that hurting myself for you always makes me hot."

Blake glanced at her for a second. Her beautiful face looked like carved marble in the cool blue light from the car's instrument panel. He felt her hand move higher, towards his crotch. He said, "I need you sharp and alert. I have a bad feeling about tonight."

Her hand was on top of his cock. "You know a little pain from you just makes me better."

Strange as it sounded, that was true, so he really didn't have a valid objection. Alexa was a raging sadist and a murderous psychopath, but she was fanatically devoted to him and enjoyed physical pain so long as it was inflicted by him. She was crazy, but in a functional sort of way. He let her see his smile and nodded. "Since you ask so nicely, but just one mind you."

She sighed with happiness and began to unfasten her trousers. Naturally, she wasn't wearing any panties, so her pussy gleamed white and pink as soon as she lifted her hips off of the seat and pulled her trousers down.

He said, "If you stain the seat I'll whip your cunt."

She wriggled in ecstasy at my threat. "Promises, promises," she purred as she took a small black clip out of the pocket of her jacket.

Blake couldn't watch, but he knew that she was gathering her inner labia together with one hand and positioning the clip with the other. She hissed as she let the jaws of the clip close on her pussy lips. From experience he knew that the pain acted like an amphetamine on her. Her eyes grew wide, and her movements faster, as if all her senses were supercharged. He heard her give her pussy a satisfied pat and then she struggled back into her trousers. Moments later, she was sitting coolly beside him, as if nothing had happened.

"Satisfied now?" he asked.

"Uh huh," she breathed with a tiny flare of her nostrils.

"Are the LMG's in the boot?" he said.

She nodded and said, "Are you really that worried?"

Blake shook my head and said, "I don't know. What I do know is that if the Albanians show up, we'll need every advantage we can get, hence the LMG's." He was referring to the two light machine guns that were packed away in the back of the car. They were Ultimax 100's with the shorter thirteen inch barrel and 100 round plastic drum magazines, imported as part of a heavy equipment shipment from Croatia. They had almost no recoil and could be fired accurately from one hand, which was great if you were ushering a group of girls to safety or climbing in an out of cars.

Alexa turned her head towards him and said, "Does Derek know about them?"

He grinned and said, "No. He insists that I'm being an old woman and that nothing is going to happen. He would think that I had totally lost it if he knew about the machine guns." After several minutes of driving, he couldn't help asking, "How's the pussy?"

She raised an eyebrow and she said, "Wet. Wanna stop and play?"

He tutted. "Work first, fuck later. Besides, if I'm right, you might get to shoot somebody."

This perked her up, and she hummed happily as she checked that her pistols were properly seated in the holsters and the break-away clips opened smoothly.

 

***

 

There was a container lorry parked on the side of the road at the agreed meeting spot. Derek pulled up across the road facing it, followed by the van. Blake hung back a little, and left the engine of the Jaguar running. The headlights of the lorry flashed once. Derek flashed back twice. Everything seemed to be all right. A man climbed out of the passenger side of the lorry and Derek got out of his car with one of the men, hands carefully clear of their bodies. Everyone was jittery what with all the violent crime around these days, so it paid to be careful.

Blake had been watching the road ahead of them and he spotted movement in the distance. At least one vehicle was approaching with its headlights off.

Alexa had spotted it too. She said, "I think we have company."

He drove the Jaguar across the road and stopped with his car head-to-head with the lorry. He didn't want the lorry driver dashing off with a container full of girls if something happened. He got out and ran along the lorry to the back of the container, pounded on the metal door and shouted, "Lie down on the floor. Don't get up until I tell you. Do you understand?"

A frightened female voice said, "We all speak English. We understand."

He glanced back and saw Alexa running smoothly towards him with a long carrying case in each hand. An enfilade or cross fire position with one of them on either side of the road would have been best, but whoever was coming could see them, and without cover it would be too easy for them to circle around a lone shooter. They both ran off the road and dropped flat. He could see two cars now. They had both stopped and men were getting out. He looked back over his shoulder and saw Derek running for cover behind his car as the rest of the men jumped out of the vehicle.

There were no flashing lights or bull horns, so it wasn't the police. Blake shouted towards Derek, "Headlights - high beam!" Someone was thinking clearly over there, as a moment later the road was flooded with light, and he saw the guns in the hands of the approaching men. Hopefully the unexpected light had ruined their night vision. There were ten of them, armed with the usual mixture of pistols and shotguns, but the two in front were carrying what looked like AK-47's. Blake's people were under orders not to open fire first. The "I thought he was holding a gun" excuse worked for policemen, but not for criminals like them.

The approaching men got to about twenty-five or thirty yards away and then they all went down on one knee or crouched and opened fire. Blake pulled his pistol out as he saw the flashes of light, followed by the popping firecracker sound of guns being fired in the open. The guys with the AK-47's went for the headlights of Derek's car, while the rest just blazed away at anything that they could see. The bastards shot at the container as well, which meant that this was not a high-jacking. They meant to kill everyone, including the girls. The headlights went out and shotgun pellets skipped off the surface of the road near to him as Blake opened fire. The muzzle flash of his pistol was blinding in the relative darkness, but he thought that he had hit one of them with his third shot. Then one of the AK's turned in his direction and he dropped flat below the edge of the road as a storm of bullets whistled around him.

He turned to check on Alexa, only to see her pushing an Ultimax towards him. He grabbed it and holstered his pistol. He pulled the cocking handle and made sure the safety was off. A blaze of gunfire came from the direction of Derek's car, and he used to opportunity to pop up above the edge of the road with the LMG. The bastards were willing to kill helpless girls locked inside a container, so he had no qualms as he opened fire. The machine gun had no muzzle climb at all, so he fired one long burst that swept the entire width of the road before switching to controlled, three round bursts.

Alexa had moved further off the side of the road and she opened fire beside him, aiming for the men carrying the assault rifles.

The volume of fire put out by the two machine guns was devastating, and without cover, their attackers were cut down like WW1 infantrymen caught up in barbed wire. Two men staggered back towards their car, but Alexa was not in a forgiving mood. She came up on one knee and took careful aim. A long, controlled burst threw both of them on their faces, the one nearest the car smashing his face on the bumper as he fell.

He studied her handiwork and said, "Nice grouping. You've been practising."

Alexa grinned as they walked cautiously towards our downed enemies. She held up the Ultimax and said, "I like this. Too bad it won't fit in a handbag or under a coat."

Heartless as it sounded, they could not afford to leave any of the Albanians alive to talk to the police. The Albanians would know what happened. Ideally they would be suitably warned, but realistically they were just going to be pissed off. He waved his men forward, led by a spluttering Derek.

"You brought fucking machine guns! Are you raving mad?" he shouted.

"Well it appears that we needed them," Blake replied mildly. Then he asked, "Is anyone hurt?". After a check, it turned out that one of the men had a slight graze from a bullet and another a cut from a broken beer bottle that he had landed on when he jumped from the car. They had been very lucky.

Derek waved angrily at the abundance of bodies. "What the hell are we going to do now?"

Blake stared levelly at him. "Now, you and the boys are going to put bullets in the heads of each of the bodies and then carefully sweep the area for shell casings and anything other evidence we might have dropped, including that beer bottle. Then we get out of here right after we have paid for the girls." This would make sure there was blood on everybody's hands. He turned to Alexa. "Go and make sure the lorry driver doesn't try to leave with the goods."

Alexa nodded and ran towards the lorry, while he watched her amazing leather covered arse in admiration. She was all the more amazing when you realised that she still had that clip on her cunt lips.