"Get her in the box. We still have
to do a sweep for her notes," I said, frustrated with the two men restraining
a woman's arms and legs with duct tape. As a reporter who was getting too close
to my secrets, she had become one of the latest victims of the mass disappearances.
The two guys finally got the crying woman in the box; I
looked at the time and spoke, "We're cutting it close, Teary. You search her
apartment for evidence, while Jason duplicates and wipes her electronics. Don't
forget the external hard drives this time, Jason. I'll do one last camera
sweep."
"How was I supposed to know that hacker had a hard
drive hidden behind her deck? That one took clutter to a whole new level." Muttered
a tall, muscular guy in black pants and a blue shirt with a moving company logo
on its back.
"I don't care, just get it done. I'll radio when it's
clear." With that, I left the apartment, scanning the doors for Ring cameras as
I went. Those small devices have been the source of so many headaches; it's
ridiculous. I walked past the empty security desk, the fat guard already in a
dumpster out back with his throat cut.
I took one last walk around the area, looking for open
windows or hidden cameras, but found nothing. I was just at the entrance to the
sidewalk, about to give the all-clear, when it hit
me like a bolt of lightning to the brain — a scent that made my inner beast stand
up and pay attention. I followed the scent to a woman in a white blouse and black
skirt walking past, my tail instinctively went out and tripped her.
Once she was on the floor and disoriented, I swooped
in and acted the hero, picking her up in a princess carry, taking her to my
truck. I felt her stiffen a bit when she regained focus and shifted to look at
me. I looked down at her and felt my charm take hold as she looked into my
eyes.
"That's right. There's no need to worry; you're okay.
You took a bit of a tumble, and I wanted to get you off those busy streets
before you got trampled." I said in a mesmerising voice, feeling her relax
in my arms, I sat her down by our truck so I could grab my supplies. "You wait
here a sec, I'll grab you some water from the truck that should help a bit."
When I was sure she wouldn't bolt as soon as I walked
away, I headed to the cab of the truck and grabbed my bag, looking for what I'd
need and putting it in my pockets, then opened a cooler full of water bottles.
In it, I found one with a sticker on its cap, grabbed it, and walked back.
Smiling, I handed her the bottle, receiving a thanks
in return, and waited while she took a long gulp from the bottle "So, what's
your name? Is there someone I can call to pick you up? You seem a bit
disoriented still?" I asked, fishing for info and hoping she would hand over
her phone without a fight.
Nevertheless, all I got was a shake of the head that
seemed only to make her dizzy, the drug-laced water making kicking in already,
as I saw her head sway forward. Her body almost following, I swooped in and
court her, picking her up and started walking to the truck "Whoa, there,
alright, I can't let you go on your own like this, at least have a lay down, we
got a bed in the back and have some more things to load before we can go."
She did not resist as I helped her up into the
truck, stepping deeper past the plastic sheets. She did not question. I shut
the doors and latched them shut from within.
I stepped past the plastic to see the woman stumbling
back towards me, terrified of what she saw inside, catching her. I looked up to
see our latest acquisitions: an athletically built woman with short-cut blond
hair and a 'NO.36' on her left breast, and next to her, a fuller-figured woman
with long, blond hair that fell past her shoulders and a 'NO.37' on her right breast.
They were the daughters of a business partner/ brother of one of our clients,
who asked us to acquire them so he could use them as collateral when he took
over their father's company.
On the wall next to them were two Latino ladies who had
similar builds to one another, both having large breasts with slim waistlines
and wide hips; they had a 'NO.38' and 'NO.39' respectively on their stomachs.
They were a mother-daughter duo given to us by a local gang in exchange for protection
from a rival gang. Lastly, a beautiful black woman with a 'NO.40' in the middle
of her chest was chained next to them as a famous true-crime streamer who had
unknowingly found evidence of our organisation's existence. I walked her,
struggling, to the middle of the truck, where there was a bear area with a
grate in the middle of the room, and a pair of manacles hung from the ceiling
over the grate.
I locked her arms over her head and stepped back to
dodge a weak kick she aimed for my crouch. I smiled and watched as she
struggled and failed to get out of her restraints, nodding, I pulled out my box
cutter.
"Good, now stop struggling, I would hate to scar this
smooth skin of yours," I said as I ran the retracted blade down her slightly
exposed stomach, to which she froze and tried to back away. "Good now play nice
and everything will be over in no time," I said as I grabbed her blouse with
both hands, ripped it open, revealing a Lacey Wight bra underneath, admiring it
for but a second I moved on quickly cutting her blouse along her arms and pulling
her blouse from her back were it was then placed in a garbage bag filled with
other clothes.
Her skirt soon followed, then her shoes and socks. In
no time, she was standing there in nothing but her underwear, a matching pair
of Lacey Wight garments with a floral pattern "What cute set of underwear. Too
bad, you won't be needing them anymore." I said before cutting her shoulder
straps with one smooth motion, the clasp was next, leaving her breasts to fly
free "Mmm, you really took care of yourself, didn't you?" I said, admiring her
flawless C-cup breasts with a set of perky pink nipples that were rapidly
hardening in the chilled air.
Unable to resist, I gave one a quick pinch and
breathed in the quick hit of fear with a thread of suppressed pleasure at its
core "Delicious, I whispered before refocusing and swiftly pulling her panties
down, and watched as she tried and failed to stop them from dropping to the
floor. Taking a step back, I gave her a once-over and nodded. I then pulled out
a marker from my pocket and marked her with a 'NO.42' above her breasts.
After marking her, I did the preliminary inspection of
her body. I ran my hands up and down her body, paying close attention to her mouth
and breasts, but once I got to her ass and pussy I took my time enjoying myself.
Slowly, my hands ran over her firm ass, spreading her cheeks so I could inspect
her star "Good," I said as her star flexed in front of my face. I let go of her
ass before giving it a hard smack, enjoying how she squirmed and writhed in her
bonds.
Next, I ran my fingers along her petals, quickly
finding her nub, pinching it between two fingers. I played with her a little. I
watched as she squirmed more in my hands, her juices running down her legs.
Smirking, I plunged a finger into her depths, finding her tight and responsive.
Just as I was about to continue my inspection, my
earpiece retorted, "Ace, are you there? Everything is cleared up here. Have you
finished your sweep? over." Sighing, I put my free hand to my ear "Just
finishing now, start the transfer, and I'll meet you at the elevator. Over." Putting
my hand away with another sigh, "Looks like I'll have to cut this short for
now." I said as I slid my fingers out of her before injecting her with a syringe
of tranquilliser, she was slumped in her chains in a matter of seconds.
I quickly transferred her from the middle of the room to
one of the free spaces before rushing from the truck to the elevator, where I
met the boys just stepping out with two big boxes on a dolly "You got
everything right", I said, looking directly at Jason.
He looked away sheepishly. I frowned and looked to his
partner, "he almost forgot to remove her phone's battery before stashing it as
well as wiping the cloud."
My irritation from being interrupted returned and flared
higher at the news. I flashed back to Jason. I muttered darkly, "You what?"
"Sorry, Ace, it won't happen again, I swear." He said,
lowering his head in shame and fear.
"No, it won't get the package into the truck will talk
about this later", I said in a low growl as I pointed to the truck. We quickly
got into the truck and unpacked our prize; she was whimpering, hog-tied with a
makeshift gag in her mouth. She was quickly cut free, stripped, and restrained for
inspection. I stepped back to take her in fully. She was a petite redhead with
B-cup breasts and a messy, large, flaming red bush that's going to have to be
cleaned up,' I thought to myself as I walked behind her to find an excellent
plum ass. Nodding, I finished my inspection, marked her with 'NO.41' on her
ass, and injected her, knocking her out, getting her moved to the last space.
That's when the boys noticed the latest acquisition on
the wall, "Where did she come from?" Said Teary, "I don't know, but dame shes
hot" Jason replied
"I got her will doing my sweep." I said while filling
in the girls' files on my tablet, finishing by taking photos of both girls, "ok
almost done here, just one last thing to do." I said as I sent the files to HQ
with a note attached.
"Really, what's that?" Jason said before he got hit
with a tranq dart
"Dealing with the fuck up", I said, lowering the dart
gun. "Teary put him in the chains. I have to make a call." I said, looking away
from Jason's slumped form. Teary nodded silently, moving to follow my orders.
Outside, I first used the company phone to call the district
boss and tell him what happened. I then took out my own encrypted satellite
phone and called my personal assistant.
The phone rang once before I heard a musical voice, "Hello,
master, how may I help you?"
"Yes, hello Lexi, I need you to contact the New York
branch and tell them that 'Alpha' will be taking possession of the contents of
truck 26 and to have them temporarily transferred to the executive suite for
display."
"Right away, master, anything else, sir"
"Yes, message Trix for seven doses of her best batch
of 'X-20' and one experimental dose ready for testing, and bring them to me at
the executive suite. Oh, and I will need some entertainment to relax, bring a punishment
slave with you"
"Of course, sir, right away", Lexi replied before I
terminated the call
Dropping my phone into my back pocket, I looked back
to see Teary already waiting in the truck, nodding. I walked to the passenger
side and hopped in. Teary waited patiently as I picked up the radio and called
in, "This is truck 26; we're full up and heading back, over." The other end
was silent for a second before we heard a response: "Roger, head to bay seven for unload, over." I signalled to
move out before responding, "Roger, see
you there, over and out."
We quickly left the
small back alley, leaving little
to no trace of our prissiness behind. We
quickly hit the highway, heading to HQ and the Processing Centre. It earned its moniker 'Hell's Gate' because everyone
who enters should abandon all hope. I would often
visit different district headquarters in disguise as a new member unbeknownst
to my peers; my actual Identity was the head of the worldwide crime group they
were all members of, 'The Pack.'
Our existence is a closely guarded secret, revealed
only to specially selected clients, leaders of high-crime cities, crime lords,
warlords, and specific world leaders. We offer special services such as information
gathering, assassinations and abductions, but our specialty and most used service
is our slave training services.
As the head of 'The Pack', I am only known by the
alias 'Alpha'; someone will stumble on our existence and my real identity every
so often, and we will have to add them to our next pick-up list'
This year, I chose to inspect the New York branch for
any weaknesses that needed trimming, but it looked like my time as master
slave-trainer Ace was coming to an end. Luckily, I only found some lazy
recruits that will be easy to retrain or remove. I have another reason to do
these inspections. I always tend to find a good specimen or two to add to my
collection.
It took us
about twenty minutes to reach 'Hells Gates' underground delivery bay. I saw bay
seven empty and waiting for us. We parked the truck in front of the roller
doors where men were waiting to process our latest pick-ups. We got out of the Truck
and headed inside with a wave. I called the Forman over and told him to find
two replacements for our truck and to remove my name and Jason's from rotation. I then moved to a nearby elevator and pressed the topmost
button.
With a ding, I arrived at my floor. The doors opened, and I was
greeted by a short hallway leading to a large security door. There were also
four cameras pointed at me, one in each corner of the room.
As I approached the door, all the cameras focused on
me. I stood in front of the door and looked at a camera for a minute before the
door opened with a loud clank. A woman's voice came from a speaker in the
ceiling, "Welcome, Master. All your new specimens have been prepared
according to your preferences."
With the doors fully open, I could scrutinise the
executive suite with my own eyes. One half of the room looked like a gym, while
the other looked like a boardroom mixed with a lounge room.
Upon closer inspection, the "exercise equipment"
revealed itself to be various restraints and disciplinary implements. I could
also see seven naked forms bound in those restraints and another body chained
to the floor. Further in, I could make out another hallway lined with several
doors. With a nod, I started taking off my mover's disguise and tossed it onto
the floor. I was left only wearing a white tank top and a pair of black pants.
I then went to the bar and made myself a drink.
"Get her in the box. We still have
to do a sweep for her notes," I said, frustrated with the two men restraining
a woman's arms and legs with duct tape. As a reporter who was getting too close
to my secrets, she had become one of the latest victims of the mass disappearances.
The two guys finally got the crying woman in the box; I
looked at the time and spoke, "We're cutting it close, Teary. You search her
apartment for evidence, while Jason duplicates and wipes her electronics. Don't
forget the external hard drives this time, Jason. I'll do one last camera
sweep."
"How was I supposed to know that hacker had a hard
drive hidden behind her deck? That one took clutter to a whole new level." Muttered
a tall, muscular guy in black pants and a blue shirt with a moving company logo
on its back.
"I don't care, just get it done. I'll radio when it's
clear." With that, I left the apartment, scanning the doors for Ring cameras as
I went. Those small devices have been the source of so many headaches; it's
ridiculous. I walked past the empty security desk, the fat guard already in a
dumpster out back with his throat cut.
I took one last walk around the area, looking for open
windows or hidden cameras, but found nothing. I was just at the entrance to the
sidewalk, about to give the all-clear, when it hit
me like a bolt of lightning to the brain — a scent that made my inner beast stand
up and pay attention. I followed the scent to a woman in a white blouse and black
skirt walking past, my tail instinctively went out and tripped her.
Once she was on the floor and disoriented, I swooped
in and acted the hero, picking her up in a princess carry, taking her to my
truck. I felt her stiffen a bit when she regained focus and shifted to look at
me. I looked down at her and felt my charm take hold as she looked into my
eyes.
"That's right. There's no need to worry; you're okay.
You took a bit of a tumble, and I wanted to get you off those busy streets
before you got trampled." I said in a mesmerising voice, feeling her relax
in my arms, I sat her down by our truck so I could grab my supplies. "You wait
here a sec, I'll grab you some water from the truck that should help a bit."
When I was sure she wouldn't bolt as soon as I walked
away, I headed to the cab of the truck and grabbed my bag, looking for what I'd
need and putting it in my pockets, then opened a cooler full of water bottles.
In it, I found one with a sticker on its cap, grabbed it, and walked back.
Smiling, I handed her the bottle, receiving a thanks
in return, and waited while she took a long gulp from the bottle "So, what's
your name? Is there someone I can call to pick you up? You seem a bit
disoriented still?" I asked, fishing for info and hoping she would hand over
her phone without a fight.
Nevertheless, all I got was a shake of the head that
seemed only to make her dizzy, the drug-laced water making kicking in already,
as I saw her head sway forward. Her body almost following, I swooped in and
court her, picking her up and started walking to the truck "Whoa, there,
alright, I can't let you go on your own like this, at least have a lay down, we
got a bed in the back and have some more things to load before we can go."
She did not resist as I helped her up into the
truck, stepping deeper past the plastic sheets. She did not question. I shut
the doors and latched them shut from within.
I stepped past the plastic to see the woman stumbling
back towards me, terrified of what she saw inside, catching her. I looked up to
see our latest acquisitions: an athletically built woman with short-cut blond
hair and a 'NO.36' on her left breast, and next to her, a fuller-figured woman
with long, blond hair that fell past her shoulders and a 'NO.37' on her right breast.
They were the daughters of a business partner/ brother of one of our clients,
who asked us to acquire them so he could use them as collateral when he took
over their father's company.
On the wall next to them were two Latino ladies who had
similar builds to one another, both having large breasts with slim waistlines
and wide hips; they had a 'NO.38' and 'NO.39' respectively on their stomachs.
They were a mother-daughter duo given to us by a local gang in exchange for protection
from a rival gang. Lastly, a beautiful black woman with a 'NO.40' in the middle
of her chest was chained next to them as a famous true-crime streamer who had
unknowingly found evidence of our organisation's existence. I walked her,
struggling, to the middle of the truck, where there was a bear area with a
grate in the middle of the room, and a pair of manacles hung from the ceiling
over the grate.
I locked her arms over her head and stepped back to
dodge a weak kick she aimed for my crouch. I smiled and watched as she
struggled and failed to get out of her restraints, nodding, I pulled out my box
cutter.
"Good, now stop struggling, I would hate to scar this
smooth skin of yours," I said as I ran the retracted blade down her slightly
exposed stomach, to which she froze and tried to back away. "Good now play nice
and everything will be over in no time," I said as I grabbed her blouse with
both hands, ripped it open, revealing a Lacey Wight bra underneath, admiring it
for but a second I moved on quickly cutting her blouse along her arms and pulling
her blouse from her back were it was then placed in a garbage bag filled with
other clothes.
Her skirt soon followed, then her shoes and socks. In
no time, she was standing there in nothing but her underwear, a matching pair
of Lacey Wight garments with a floral pattern "What cute set of underwear. Too
bad, you won't be needing them anymore." I said before cutting her shoulder
straps with one smooth motion, the clasp was next, leaving her breasts to fly
free "Mmm, you really took care of yourself, didn't you?" I said, admiring her
flawless C-cup breasts with a set of perky pink nipples that were rapidly
hardening in the chilled air.
Unable to resist, I gave one a quick pinch and
breathed in the quick hit of fear with a thread of suppressed pleasure at its
core "Delicious, I whispered before refocusing and swiftly pulling her panties
down, and watched as she tried and failed to stop them from dropping to the
floor. Taking a step back, I gave her a once-over and nodded. I then pulled out
a marker from my pocket and marked her with a 'NO.42' above her breasts.
After marking her, I did the preliminary inspection of
her body. I ran my hands up and down her body, paying close attention to her mouth
and breasts, but once I got to her ass and pussy I took my time enjoying myself.
Slowly, my hands ran over her firm ass, spreading her cheeks so I could inspect
her star "Good," I said as her star flexed in front of my face. I let go of her
ass before giving it a hard smack, enjoying how she squirmed and writhed in her
bonds.
Next, I ran my fingers along her petals, quickly
finding her nub, pinching it between two fingers. I played with her a little. I
watched as she squirmed more in my hands, her juices running down her legs.
Smirking, I plunged a finger into her depths, finding her tight and responsive.
Just as I was about to continue my inspection, my
earpiece retorted, "Ace, are you there? Everything is cleared up here. Have you
finished your sweep? over." Sighing, I put my free hand to my ear "Just
finishing now, start the transfer, and I'll meet you at the elevator. Over." Putting
my hand away with another sigh, "Looks like I'll have to cut this short for
now." I said as I slid my fingers out of her before injecting her with a syringe
of tranquilliser, she was slumped in her chains in a matter of seconds.
I quickly transferred her from the middle of the room to
one of the free spaces before rushing from the truck to the elevator, where I
met the boys just stepping out with two big boxes on a dolly "You got
everything right", I said, looking directly at Jason.
He looked away sheepishly. I frowned and looked to his
partner, "he almost forgot to remove her phone's battery before stashing it as
well as wiping the cloud."
My irritation from being interrupted returned and flared
higher at the news. I flashed back to Jason. I muttered darkly, "You what?"
"Sorry, Ace, it won't happen again, I swear." He said,
lowering his head in shame and fear.
"No, it won't get the package into the truck will talk
about this later", I said in a low growl as I pointed to the truck. We quickly
got into the truck and unpacked our prize; she was whimpering, hog-tied with a
makeshift gag in her mouth. She was quickly cut free, stripped, and restrained for
inspection. I stepped back to take her in fully. She was a petite redhead with
B-cup breasts and a messy, large, flaming red bush that's going to have to be
cleaned up,' I thought to myself as I walked behind her to find an excellent
plum ass. Nodding, I finished my inspection, marked her with 'NO.41' on her
ass, and injected her, knocking her out, getting her moved to the last space.
That's when the boys noticed the latest acquisition on
the wall, "Where did she come from?" Said Teary, "I don't know, but dame shes
hot" Jason replied
"I got her will doing my sweep." I said while filling
in the girls' files on my tablet, finishing by taking photos of both girls, "ok
almost done here, just one last thing to do." I said as I sent the files to HQ
with a note attached.
"Really, what's that?" Jason said before he got hit
with a tranq dart
"Dealing with the fuck up", I said, lowering the dart
gun. "Teary put him in the chains. I have to make a call." I said, looking away
from Jason's slumped form. Teary nodded silently, moving to follow my orders.
Outside, I first used the company phone to call the district
boss and tell him what happened. I then took out my own encrypted satellite
phone and called my personal assistant.
The phone rang once before I heard a musical voice, "Hello,
master, how may I help you?"
"Yes, hello Lexi, I need you to contact the New York
branch and tell them that 'Alpha' will be taking possession of the contents of
truck 26 and to have them temporarily transferred to the executive suite for
display."
"Right away, master, anything else, sir"
"Yes, message Trix for seven doses of her best batch
of 'X-20' and one experimental dose ready for testing, and bring them to me at
the executive suite. Oh, and I will need some entertainment to relax, bring a punishment
slave with you"
"Of course, sir, right away", Lexi replied before I
terminated the call
Dropping my phone into my back pocket, I looked back
to see Teary already waiting in the truck, nodding. I walked to the passenger
side and hopped in. Teary waited patiently as I picked up the radio and called
in, "This is truck 26; we're full up and heading back, over." The other end
was silent for a second before we heard a response: "Roger, head to bay seven for unload, over." I signalled to
move out before responding, "Roger, see
you there, over and out."
We quickly left the
small back alley, leaving little
to no trace of our prissiness behind. We
quickly hit the highway, heading to HQ and the Processing Centre. It earned its moniker 'Hell's Gate' because everyone
who enters should abandon all hope. I would often
visit different district headquarters in disguise as a new member unbeknownst
to my peers; my actual Identity was the head of the worldwide crime group they
were all members of, 'The Pack.'
Our existence is a closely guarded secret, revealed
only to specially selected clients, leaders of high-crime cities, crime lords,
warlords, and specific world leaders. We offer special services such as information
gathering, assassinations and abductions, but our specialty and most used service
is our slave training services.
As the head of 'The Pack', I am only known by the
alias 'Alpha'; someone will stumble on our existence and my real identity every
so often, and we will have to add them to our next pick-up list'
This year, I chose to inspect the New York branch for
any weaknesses that needed trimming, but it looked like my time as master
slave-trainer Ace was coming to an end. Luckily, I only found some lazy
recruits that will be easy to retrain or remove. I have another reason to do
these inspections. I always tend to find a good specimen or two to add to my
collection.
It took us
about twenty minutes to reach 'Hells Gates' underground delivery bay. I saw bay
seven empty and waiting for us. We parked the truck in front of the roller
doors where men were waiting to process our latest pick-ups. We got out of the Truck
and headed inside with a wave. I called the Forman over and told him to find
two replacements for our truck and to remove my name and Jason's from rotation. I then moved to a nearby elevator and pressed the topmost
button.
With a ding, I arrived at my floor. The doors opened, and I was
greeted by a short hallway leading to a large security door. There were also
four cameras pointed at me, one in each corner of the room.
As I approached the door, all the cameras focused on
me. I stood in front of the door and looked at a camera for a minute before the
door opened with a loud clank. A woman's voice came from a speaker in the
ceiling, "Welcome, Master. All your new specimens have been prepared
according to your preferences."
With the doors fully open, I could scrutinise the
executive suite with my own eyes. One half of the room looked like a gym, while
the other looked like a boardroom mixed with a lounge room.
Upon closer inspection, the "exercise equipment"
revealed itself to be various restraints and disciplinary implements. I could
also see seven naked forms bound in those restraints and another body chained
to the floor. Further in, I could make out another hallway lined with several
doors. With a nod, I started taking off my mover's disguise and tossed it onto
the floor. I was left only wearing a white tank top and a pair of black pants.
I then went to the bar and made myself a drink.