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I hope you all had a great Christmas and New Year with your loved ones and arrived safely at your destinations…better late than not at all.

Hope you enjoy the story about undercover agent Jenny Stubbs and her adventures

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Some times undercover operations go wrong…very wrong, even with the best of planning and preparation, it’s that one unknown, unplanned factor turns up and bam! The op has turned sour.

Brad and I had been so meticulous when we planned our operation to get our hands on Frankie Chiarelli…he was one of the worst pieces of shit you could ever come across. He cared for no one but himself, head of a crime syndicate, and always had at least two bodyguards around for protection. We knew he’d put out contacts on at least six people…but it wasn’t only the contracts that were casualties there were others who had inadvertently got in the way…wrong place at the wrong time…women, children, old folk…Chiarelli really didn’t care, he was one heartless son of a bitch. He laughed in the face of the law and having a super smart lawyer he always managed to get away with it, but not this time…this time we had the goods on him, a nice tidy sealed package, which we knew, would get a conviction. The thing is he knew it too and had fled the country. Extradition was going to be difficult if not impossible, so Brad and I had decided to go after him, grab him and drag him back and if all else failed I was going to kill him myself. He wasn’t going to get away with it again, not if I had anything to do with it. My sister had been one of those innocent victims and during his trial he’s sat in the court smiling, laughing and smirking, knowing he was never going to be convicted…not this time.

I’d made the decision there and then…one way or the other Frankie Chiarelli was going to pay the price for all his dastardly crimes.

It had taken some time but we had eventually tracked him down…the only problem was his being out of our jurisdiction…we would have to get him back on our turf so that we could formally charge him.

Well first things first, we thought…lets go to where he’s hiding, do a stake out and see if we can formulate a plan. The flight had taken twelve hours. He’d certainly picked an out of the way place to hide…it was another six hours hard drive in a Land Cruiser before we reached the picturesque village where he was now calling home. Quite different from the flashy big city life he’s had before fleeing…still for him it was better than a six by six cell somewhere. Income for the village was mainly from sheep and tourists… that’s what Brad and I had decided to become for the duration of our stay…tourists. The hotel was comfortable and clean, without being flashy…but then you couldn’t expect any thing else so far from civilization.

We decided to casually pass by his residence…not linger or stop. He’d certainly put all his illegally earned money to use…prostitution, drugs or any thing else that would make him money. It wasn’t past him to find good looking women to sell to overseas buyers…stole, or kidnapped to order…then shipped out to who knows where, Africa, Middle Eastern sheiks or brothels and Far Eastern brothels…the slave trade for him was another lucrative business.

We discretely staked out his house, watched him come and go, his every movement of every day until we knew where and when he’d be at any one time.

Once we knew his regular movements we were able to form a plan.

Tuesdays and Thursdays he visited a little café…neat, tidy which served pretty good food and wine. Agent Costello, (Brad) and I had eaten there ourselves and had to agree Chiarelli had good taste. He also had good taste in women…something we already knew. His sexual gratification came from a young waitress who worked at the café…once he’d finished his meal, he’d take her to a motel room, spend an hour or so in pleasure time, the girl would return to work and a little richer for her time spent in the motel…now we knew how it was going to go down.

All we had to do was remove the girl Zoë from the scene…that meant he would need to look elsewhere for his afternoon’s pleasure…. enter me. I’d been undercover before acting the part as a prostitute. I only had to carry it all the way once…or blow my cover…having sex with a guy you hate and are trying to bust is not easy, you really do have to turn yourself off to it and steep yourself in the part. The alternative is to get found out your not a prostitute but an undercover cop and well that isn’t too healthy for you…believe me its better to get screwed than have your throat slit.

His watering hole was the little bar down the street. I was to be a tourist passing through enjoying the sights of this delightfully picturesque little village. I was gathering material for a novel I was writing and just could not resist spending time here. I’d set myself up at the bar before he came in.

It was easy to pay Zoë off, told her to be somewhere else that afternoon…of course the money we paid her helped a little to persuade her. Once we had it all set up we just had to wait.

Sure enough Frankie boy turns up at his favourite eatery, disappointment showing on his face.

“Where’s the girl Zoë?” He asked

“She’s up country for the day Mr. Scarcia…had to go attend to some urgent family business”

Scarcia…so that’s what he calls himself now. The sour look on his face was enough. He sure as hell wasn’t going to get anywhere with the owners wife who was now serving tables…besides she was far too plump for his liking.

I sat at the bar nursing a drink, making sure my skirt was well up and showing plenty of shapely leg. I’d undone the buttons on my blouse so that he would be able to see plenty of cleavage…if he didn’t make a beeline for me, then I don’t know what would attract him. I’d already had to tell three other guys to take a hike.

He stood at the door a moment, letting his eyes accustom to the dim interior. I didn’t look toward him…just stared into my drink. His eyes raked the bar and surrounding area, then he saw the long legged blond at the bar, she was alone. Well maybe the day wasn’t wasted after all. I wonder what time those legs open, he thought to himself…already starting to feel a stirring in his loins.

“Hi honey I ain’t seen you here before”

“Haven’t been here before…just passing through”

I could see his eyes were squarely looking at my breasts…his mouth almost watering.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked

“Yeh…thanks a red wine would be nice” I replied.

Once the barman had poured me a wine and him a beer he suggested we move to a cozy corner alcove. I felt his arm around my waist as he shepherded me toward the table.

“I’m Amato…Amato Scarcia by the way and you are?”

“Anna…Anna Copeland…. budding writer I hope”

“So...tell what’s a great looking chick like you doing all the way out here, Anna Copeland…budding writer?”

I told him I was a writer and was trying to get some background for my latest book…I told him the outline and threw in a little bit of eroticism to get his juices percolating. I kept touching him from time to time, just flirting a little…drawing him in…bit by bit.

I knew I had him when like wise he kept touching me, at times covering my hand with his hand…giving it a friendly little squeeze.

“So what does everybody do for action or entertainment down here?” I asked

He looked at me for a while, saying nothing…then.

“Oh…we make our own entertainment honey…know what I mean?” he said, a wry grin and a wink.

“Oh…I see…well…”

“If you’re not doing anything and would like a little entertaining we could go to my place…what do you say?” a grin of expectation on his face.

“Oh…er…I don’t know…I…”

“Oh come on honey…lets not pussy foot around here…you’ve been playing around with me all afternoon…leading me on. I know you want some of it…out here all by yourself…feeling a little randy, I may not be the worlds greatest catch but I’m the best in these parts, let me prove it to you…I can guarantee you won’t be disappointed…in fact I think you’ll love it”

Well it’s what I’d come for, to real him in and I had him hook line and sinker. It was now entering the dangerous part of the set up. I had to get him to come to my hotel room, not his house, in his house I had no defense against him and Brad could not get in there to make the arrest…my room or it was all off.

“Well Amato…I’d love to go with you, I really would, I think you and I could have some real fun…know what I mean (a mischievous twinkle in my eye and squeezing his hand) but I think it might be better if we went to my hotel room…I can give you what you want just as easy there as your house…what do you say?”

He hesitated a moment or two…contemplating the offer then. “Yeah…yeah why not, if you feel more comfortable there why not…I’m for it…I know I can make you real happy sweetheart…you’re not gona be disappointed, I can promise you that”

Good the first part had succeeded, now all I had to do is hope that Brad got to the room and make the arrest before it went too far…there was no way I would be able to fend him off…I’d already placed a knife under the pillow just in case…but things can aft gang astray…as they say.

We left the bar…his arm around my waist, walking me toward the hotel. Brad should be around the back right now…ready to pounce. The only problem I could see was his two bodyguards trooping along a few yards behind us.

As we walked he kept making complimentary remarks…how good I looked…how nice my hair was…how good I smelled…his hand slipping to my bum…squeezing my butt.

“You got a nice tight ass Anna you’re gona enjoy this…I just know you are…we’re gona have some real good fun you’ll see” he said.

If I didn’t know him for what he was he sounded like a real good regular horny guy. I tried hard to hold back the revulsion I held for this guy, tried not to think about all the innocent people he’d killed and in particular my sister…these thoughts kept driving me on…I had to do this…not much longer now I thought.

We climbed the stairs leading to my room. My hands were shaking as I tried to fit the key in the lock.

“Here…let me honey…I guess you’re all overcome with excitement…thinking how good its all gona be…I know I am…just a little bit longer and we’ll be doing it…you and me love…I bet you fuck real good”

With the door opened I felt myself being propelled into the room as he pushed me from behind, just as I turned to face him, his arms were around my waist, pulling me hard against him and pressing me against the wall. I could feel is hard erection pressing against my stomach. His lips were upon my lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I tried pushing him away…but he held onto me tightly. His hands now at my blouse tearing it off…buttons flying in all directions…then on my breasts as he squeezed them hard. I was fighting for breath…now he was at my neck, biting it like a vampire. I still could not breath…I was gasping for air…tying to tell him to stop. I felt my bra being torn from me…my breasts now naked…hot calloused hands cupping and squeezing them…now his mouth sucking at one of the nipples…he was like a wild animal that had just been unleashed. As I got my breath back I said

“No…no…. Amato…slow down…slow down…not so fast please” I was begging him and now would be a good time for Brad to make his entrance…get the cuffs on him and maybe a bucket of water to cool him down.

“No honey, this is what you’ve been begging for…you’ve been coming onto me like a bitch on heat all the time…let’s get it on”

He spun me around in his arms and pushed me onto the bed, falling on top of me.

Oh god no…. no I thought, this is getting out of hand…where’s Brad.

His eyes were ablaze with lust…there was no stopping him as he pushed my skirt up around my waist.

“No...please Amato…slow down…slow down…let’s just take it easy” I said and at the same time trying to push free from him.

“What’s wrong Anna don’t you want it…don’t you like to fuck eh…is that it”

“No…no I do want it…I do want it…and I do like to fuck…but not like this…I like it nice and easy” I said trying to calm his passion…give me time to think…this was not the time blow my cover and tell him I was a cop and that I was going to arrest him. I felt my knickers being ripped from my body, the sight of my pussy only adding further fuel to his wild lusts and passions. “Ho…look at that…look at that” indicating my pussy, he knew he was almost there…. and so did I…where the hell was Brad.

The knife…the knife. I had to find the knife. I slid my hand under the pillow…oh god where the fuck was it…panic I couldn’t find it.

He was now kneeling between my legs, undoing his belt, unzipping his fly and pulling down his trousers. Oh god no…no. I could see his stiff manhood…big and proud…like some giant of the forest a beautifully cut corona and head, the slit and eye at the top. If it wasn’t this guy Chiarelli I’d be enjoying it…but it wasn’t some other guy…where the fuck was Brad…something had gone wrong…terribly wrong.

“Almost there sweetness…almost there…come on baby spread those lovely legs for popper…let me get it in”

He was firmly planted between those lovely legs…one thing I couldn’t do was close them…he was pushing them apart…wider and wider…come on Brad…now would be a good time…get your fucking self in here.

I gave up looking for the knife and started to pummel his chest with my fists. He grabbed my wrists pinning my arms back.

“That’s it baby…fight me for it…fight me” I felt the hard shaft brush my thigh, then at the entrance to my pussy. Oh dear god this was it.

“Ohhh…ahhhh…oh my god” I screamed…. he was inside me.

“Oh baby, baby you feel so good…. is this how you like it…what you’ve been begging me to do” he said, is arse now humping up and down.

I knew Brad was never going to come to my rescue…not now…it was too late anyhow, Chiarelli was already fucking me. I saw the look of satisfaction in his face…eyes wild with desire and lust. He didn’t need his little waitress to satisfy those lusts and desires he had me…his thrusting continued.

“God this is good…isn’t this good honey…you like it too?”

I really didn’t want to answer that but I guess I still hoped against hope Brad would come through that door…. “Yes Amato…it’s good…. really good” and smiled.

He let his body drop fully on mine…his mouth crushing against my mouth…his wet warm saliva in my mouth as he kissed me, hard and brutal…he made love just like the animal he was, it took all my reserve not to puke. Here I was having sex with the guy they had dubbed “The Monster” instead of apprehending him as had been the plan.

His two-day stubble was like sand paper against my cheek. His wet tongue licked and delved into my ear, mouth biting my neck like a vampire that would leave a mark for a few days to come… a constant reminder to me every time I would look in the mirror.

His insatiable appetite seemed unquenchable as he continued to pound and thrust inside me, god it felt big…was big.

Then suddenly he pulled out, I thought thank god he’s finished…but my relief was short lived as he quickly flipped me over onto my stomach, strong calloused hands grabbing my hips and pulling my ass just a little off the bed, using his knees he force my legs apart and just as quickly he was inside me again…fucking me from behind. He had been so fast, it was all done before I knew what was happening.

The only sounds were those of our frenzied sex. The bed as it squeaked and squawked in response to his frantic thrusting. His continued shouting, moaning telling me how good it was and how much I was enjoying it to. I could feel him inside me continually thrusting the hard shaft back and forth, making it work nearer and nearer to the final climax. Oh god…no I thought…the bastard will cum inside me…I’m going to have this monsters cum inside me. The pace was faster, his moans more urgent more frantic. The slap, slap, slap, slap of our bodies, and flesh against flesh faster and faster deeper and deeper…I knew the time was near. I bit my lower lip, buried my face in the pillow and waited.

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“Uh…uh…uh” Chiarelli made three final thrusts, and then he exploded inside the woman. It was pure euphoria as he felt his sperm gush from his still hard penis, he loved this moment…the moment when he ejaculated…there was no other feeling quite like it…it only lasted a moment or two…but god it felt good…the relief that came with it.

His heart was still pounding…he still felt the adrenalin rush as his cock squirted his warm juice into her…he stayed inside her until he had spent every last drop of cum…he had no more to give her. Now he withdrew from her, he had no further use for her, she’d given him what he wanted…what he needed, but who knows she liked it so much, she may stick around for a while and beg him for some more…well if that’s what she wanted he was only too willing to give it to her.

She just lay there, head buried in the pillow, her ass in the air. He could see her slit, now looking much the worse for ware, he smiled to himself, knowing it was he who had wreaked the devastation…but hey that’s what pussy was for…to be fucked and she wasn’t complaining, she’d loved every moment of it.

His hand slapped her bare bum hard, leaving a red mark. Saying “God woman you have one great looking ass…and such a good fuck” at the same time he rose from the bed. Time to go he thought, time to go and have a few beers with the boys…tell them all about his latest conquest…the lady writer…god life was good, it didn’t get any better than this. He pulled up his trousers and buckled his belt, dug his hand into one of the pockets and pulled out two fifty dollar bills, then neatly folded and rolled them together…then stuck it in her slit.

“There you go sweetheart one hundred bucks…for you to buy something nice…don’t let it be said that Amato Scarcia doesn’t pay his women well…was worth every cent Anna…that’s twice what I pay that little whore from the café…you really are a good fuck” and with that he did up his fly and turned to leave.

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I felt the final thrusts, felt him push, he held my hips tight, holding me in position whilst his cock pulsed and spewed warm wet fluid inside me. When he had no more to give he withdrew. God the bastard had got away with it. I was now just another of his conquests another notch on his bed post, someone he could brag to his mates about. Even if we ever got him back to court, he would always smirk and brag about the lady cop that he had fucked.

I felt devastated, humiliated…I was worried about Brad…what had happened to him…was he dead, had Chiarelli known all along who we were…my instincts said no…but there was little I could do myself. I felt the slap on my butt; god it hurt…left my buttock tingling. Then he was telling me what a nice ass I had and how good I was to fuck far better than the little whore who works at the café, and then sticking one hundred dollars inside me for the privilege…buy something nice for yourself he said. To him I was just another of his whores. I did feel like a whore…he’d succeeded in cuming inside me, my humiliation was complete. We’d failed in our attempt to get him into custody…the plan had seemed so good, so simple, so foolproof.

I felt the knurled handle of the knife in my hand, I’d been searching the wrong side of the bed, and in my panic I’d been disorientated. I took a firm hold of it, then pushed myself up and flung myself at him, knife poised ready to strike it into the back of his neck…I was so enraged by it all I just wanted him dead…I wasn’t going to let him get away with it. Years of instinct and training to stay alive seemed to work in his favour, he heard me coming, turned and parried the blow…warding off the knife, his other hand caught me on the side of the head, sending me crashing onto the bedside table…then darkness.

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Brad lifted himself off the floor, rubbed the back of his neck, god what had hit him, and he steadied himself against the wall until the dizziness subsided.

“Oh shit” he exclaimed, remembering what he was here for. His partner Jenny…Jenny Stubbs had lured Chiarelli to her room…he’d followed at a discreet distance…gone around the back of the hotel…now all he had to do was wait a moment or so…get Chiarelli into a compromising situation and whilst his attention was elsewhere stick the cuffs on him and drag him back home…but it hadn’t quite worked like that, had it, all he could remember was something hitting him on the back of the head…then nothing. He reached for his gun, at least he still had that and quickly made his way up the stairs and along the passage to Jenny’s room…the door was ajar, he listened outside for any movement…nothing, kicking the door wide he entered, taking up the stance, gun and arm arcing right to left…. then left to right. Nothing…nobody, the bed was a mess, pillows scattered, covers rumpled and bedside table on its side, contents spilt.

“Oh god, oh god no the bastards got her and what happened her, what did he do to her?” he tried not to think about it, he felt guilty, guilty that he had let her down, he’d failed to give her proper backup.

He holstered his gun and quickly made his way down the stairs and toward the Land Cruiser, fired it up and sped toward Chiarelli’s house. The wrought iron gates were shut…he pressed the button on the intercom outside.

“Chiarelli you worthless piece of shit…where have you got her…turn her loose”

There was a moments pause then “Hey Brad baby…so nice of you to drop by…what can I do for you”

“You know what you can do for me you scumbag…turn agent Stubbs loose…that’s what”

“Agent Stubbs…agent Stubbs…no I don’t know of an Agent Stubbs, I know a lady writer by the name of Anna Copeland…could that be the person you mean?”

“You know dam well it’s the person I’m talking about”

“Jeeze I never knew that…just fancy that…I’ve been fucking a police officer…well Brad baby I can tell you she’s one hell of a fuck…. you’d better come up…I’ll open the gates for you”

The gates drew across; Brad slid behind the wheel and drove frantically up to the front of the house. As he was getting out two armed bodyguards approached searched him, relieving him of his weapon then escorting him into the study.

Chiarelli sat in a big leather armchair smoking a cigar as Brad entered. He looked relaxed a smile on his face, looking like the cat that had got all the cream

“Brad baby…good to see you again…it’s been a while eh…you’re looking a little stressed out my friend?” “Now what all this about…your girlfriend I take it”

“You know what its all about you bastard…you’ve got Jenny…I want her back”

He took a deep draw on his cigar, blew out the smoke. “Can’t do that Brad baby…she ain’t here no more old buddy”

“What do you mean she’s not here”

“Well you see I offered her a job, a job she couldn’t refuse, it was just too good…she couldn’t thank me enough, most grateful she was, me making the offer to her and jumped at the chance…said it was the opportunity of a lifetime…just what she’s been looking for…much more suited to her talents Brad…I mean a good looking woman like that…wasted as a cop…no she’ do very nicely where she’s going”

“What do you mean…what are you talking about”

“Oh a little sea trip first, all expenses paid…you know sun, sea, lounging around on deck…great little cruise to start with. Then she’ll be fresh and relaxed to start work when she gets there”

”What work?” brad asked, starting to feel worried about her, already guessing what he had in mind.

“Oh you know, a job right up her alley…more suited to her…she loves to fuck Brad…did you know that…of course no you didn’t…but she does, she was begging for it when she went with me, wanted me to keep on fucking, but hey I’m only human not a machine, I had to cum eventually…god it was great unloading myself inside her and still she wanted more…yeh Brad she fucks well…real well. The job she’s taken involves a little bit of fucking…well to be honest a lot of fucking…but she’ll handle it, I’m sure of that” then he blew more cigar smoke toward Brad. “If you want proof I have the document she signed when she accepted the job” he handed Brad what looked like a legal contract and it bore the signature of Jenny Stubbs and it certainly looked like Jennies handwriting.

“So you see Brad what I tell you is the truth…all legal like”

“No…no…it’s a lie…a set up…I bet this is a forgery…this is not Jenny…she wouldn’t do this”

“Oh Brad when is it going to sink in…I’m telling you the truth…would I lie…I swear on my mothers grave…it’s all true”

“You never had a mother you worthless piece of shit”

“Look Brad this is how it really went down…I know it’s gona be hard for you to accept but it’s true…sure you and her set it up to trap me…I got Jenny up to her room and we started making love…real good love…she’s moaning, groaning, screaming how good it is, begging me to keep fucking her…doesn’t want me to stop…but as I say I ain’t no machine, one thing I do have Brad is a big cock…I’m very proud of my manhood Brad and Jenny was loving it…feeling me thrusting it deep inside her, time and time again…you know what I mean. I gotta keep telling you Brad she’s does love to fuck. Well eventually I have to cum, it’s over but she keeps clinging to me, begging me not to take it out, wants to feel me inside her until the last moment, as I lie there with my cock still inside her I tell her she’s wasting her talents, should be working for me. What would I have to do for you Mr. Chiarelli she asks? I tell her I have an overseas client looking for good-looking women…pay and conditions are good, knowing how you like to fuck, thought it might suit you…thing is I’ve got a few girls wanting the job, you’d need to make your mind up fast…. well right there and then she says no…no please Mr. Chiarelli I want the job…I’ll take it…what do I have to do? I tell her just sign the contract and the job is yours…couldn’t grab the pen from me quick enough and sign the dotted line…then starts telling me how grateful she is…kinda wants to start the job right away…real keen she was…I tell her hey slow down little lady…just be patient…you’ll get all the cock you want when you get there and again she’s thanking me. It’s a pity you never got to fuck her Brad…she felt so warm…so soft…silk like skin…warm wet pussy…all worked up she was and eager for my cock…..”

Brad was now worked up, furious, past thinking logically, his fists were all balled up, he flung himself at Chiarelli, wanting to pound seven kinds of shit out of him, but he never made it, the two guards were quick to restrain him, holding him back, Chiarelli smiling at his efforts.

“Oh Brad now don’t you fret none about you’re girl friend…I know I got to fuck her first…I can understand your jealous…but hey the good news is if you take a trip out to the middle east…you might just find the brothel she’s working in and if you give the owner some money I’m sure he’ll let you fuck her and believe me she’ll be worth every cent you have to pay for her…take it from one who knows…she’ll also confirm every thing I’ve told you is true” He started to laugh at this point. “Show agent Costello out boys”

They handed Brad his gun, minus ammunition of course. He drove around the corner, put his head on the steering wheel at the same time pounding it with open palms.

“Shit…shit…shit!” he declared out of sheer frustration. The bastard’s got away with it again. Then he started to think about all the things that Chiarelli had said…could it have been true…no…no not Jennie, he knew her…or thought he knew her. He’d never actually screwed her, so had no idea how she felt about sex. She’d been undercover before…as a prostitute…had to sleep with one of the mobs top echelons. The guy had taken a real fancy to her and had fucked her quite a few times and paid her good money for the privilege, they’d got all the people they had been after in the end…a good result…could never have pulled it off without Jenny…but what if she’d got a taste for it and decided it was time to earn some real good money…no…no…no. He drove such notions from his mind…it was crap, all crap, or was it. He knew there was no point in hanging around here, Chiarelli would have whisked her away pretty darn quick…what was it he said… a sea cruise first, a port, he had to send her to a port. The nearest was a thousand miles from here and then there were three to choose from…still he had to try, the thought of her working in one of those brothels…all those guys. He flushed the thoughts from his mind. He’d heard too many stories about the white slave trade…good looking European girls or women, especially the blond ones and Jenny was all that, she’d attract top dollar if it ever got that far…he had to find her. He drove to the local airport, chartered a flight and within hours he was at the first port he thought he might find her at.

Soon he realized it was to be a hopeless task, where to start, which ship if any. The Alaskan Star was pulling away from the dock, tugs hooting, ship blasting in reply.

His eyes raked the decks; looking for any sign that she might be on it…it was just a ship leaving harbour, another ship docked behind, Tasman Princess…again nothing, god there was far too many for him to search, not without help…and he wasn’t likely to get any from the customs or any official…by the time it was organized it would be too late. He felt it was already too late and he cursed Frankie Chiarelli

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My eyes fluttered open…my head hurt, there was a throbbing sound and a vibration, the room I was in was swaying from side to side…my mouth was dry…I felt dizzy…where was I what had… Then it all came flooding back…Chiarelli…oh god yes the bastard had really fucked me…in more ways than one.

“Are you alright honey” it was the voice of a woman, near me.

“Oh god my head hurts…where am I?” I asked and tried to sit up. As the fog lifted I could see I was with other women…beautiful women all beautifully dressed women. The room wasn’t a room but some kind of tin shed and it swayed back and forth.

“You’re on the Alaskan Star honey…locked in a container”

“What are we all doing in here…we’ve gotta get out” I said.

“Don’t waist you’re breath love…they won’t take any notice of you”

“They…whose they?”

“The people who are transporting us to the Middle East… that’s who”

“Why…why the Middle East?”

“Because honey that’s where they get the best price for us”

“Price?”

“Yes…price...we’re destined to serve in the brothels out there…slaves that’s what we are now”

Oh god I thought, that slime ball, “The Monster” he’d got one over on us, now he was exacting further revenge and humiliation upon me. He’d kept me under with drugs, then quickly whisked me away, straight to the port and onto a ship leaving for the Middle East…I checked my attire…no bra…no knickers…it had been quick, the hundred dollars he’d tucked inside me…gone naturally.

The container already had a fetid smell about it, twelve or more women locked inside with little or no sanitation or air didn’t make for healthy living. I felt like the others frightened and lost. I hated to think that Chiarelli had got away with it and Brad what had happened to Brad…depression was setting in as I listened to the sobbing from some of the other girls.

“I’m Barbara by the way Barbara Roch”

It was the woman who I’d been talking to.

“Hi Barbara…I’m Jenny…Jenny Stubbs…what’s our chances of escape” I asked.

She laughed “None honey…none at all…we’re all destined for brothels in the Middle East somewhere…just pray we get one of the better ones to work at…so best resign yourself to the fact”

One of the women on hearing Barbara began crying.

“What did you do to find your way here” she asked.

I told her the story of what I was and how we’d set out to trap and capture the monster, but that it had all backfired.

She on the other hand had worked in a casino, been very reluctant to bandy to her bosses wishes to turn a trick or two for his esteemed clients…next thing is she’s here.

“Maybe I should have done as he asked eh? I’ll soon be turning tricks anyhow”

The container door flew open, some crew standing at the entrance.

“Come ladies…out…get some fresh air…I need to talk to you. I have a proposition to put to you…you can either accept or not it’s up to you”

We trooped out onto the deck, the bright sunlight momentarily blinding us. A quick look around told us we were well out at sea; the land had disappeared all together. God we looked a sorry lot, in need of a good shower and some fresh make up. Most seemed to have been kidnapped either going or leaving some high class function the way they were dressed…all very formal.

“Now ladies I have to inform you, you are all on your way to Iran and the port of Bushehr…where you will disembark and be transported for auction, you will be sold at auction to the highest bidder…some will find they will be owned by some high ranking official and let me add service to him is absolute…you will find life very different to the way it has been in the past…however if you accept and learn fast you will soon adapt and find life will not be so bad. Others will find they finish up in brothels and I must tell you the work is long and arduous…your futures are in the lap of the gods…and please ladies don’t expect any rescue to be forthcoming, there will be none… I recommend you start to accept your futures as of now. Which brings me to the next item. Should any of you wish to accept an offer to be of service to a crew member during the long hot voyage ahead…that person will have all the privileges that go with it…like regular showers good food and the freedom of the ship” I noticed at this point the ships officer was looking at me…as if addressing me only “After all there is no where for you to go…the alternative is to remain locked in this container, where I’m sure you will be most uncomfortable…the choice is yours”

He surveyed the gathered party waiting for some answers…then one put her hand up…followed by another, until most had agreed that it would be better than being locked up for the duration. He stepped up to me, slid his hand under my blouse, which was hanging loose and of no use what so ever in hiding my breasts, he cupped my right tit as if weighing it in his hand, then gently squeezing it….his thumb gently pressing my nipple…my breasts and nipples immediately became hard and a delightful tingle ran through my body

“And you blondie…what about you…are you willing?”

I looked at the others, most had said yes, I saw no point in being locked inside that tin box, sweating to death and arriving half dead at the other end. Somehow I needed to survive all this and maybe…just maybe…get my own revenge on Chiarelli. I couldn’t do that if I was dead…I’d do whatever was necessary. Even humiliate myself…in the end it would be worth it.

“Yes…yes I agree”

“Then you will be mine…I’m sure you will serve my needs very nicely…I see you need a change of clothing…your last client got a little rough eh?” he said with a grin

“Yes you could say that” I replied.

“I have one request” I said

“Oh… and what is that?”

“That you all use condoms during sex…most of us will be on the pill and are unlikely to have a supply…which means we could all become pregnant and I’m not too sure how they would find that at the auctions…I don’t think we’d be much use to them, do you?”

He smiled… “You are quite right, we are charged with getting you there safely and in healthy condition…I will instruct all my crew to wear condoms…myself included”

With all the women now partnered off, the container doors were shut and we were ushered away.

The officer I’d accepted to be service was the first mate, with some authority on the ship, second only to the captain. His cabin was light and airy and had air conditioning, which was to be a big boon in the coming weeks ahead. He showed me some cloths I could choose to wear, his wife’s, for when she accompanied him on some of the voyages.

“The shower is through there…I’m sure you will be wanting to take a nice long one…revive yourself eh?”

I thanked him, stepping into the ensuit and closing the door. God the water felt good as it cascaded over my aching body…the soap and shampoo smelt good and soon the fetid smell was gone.

I dabbed my hair and dried my body, wrapping the towel around me before leaving the ensuit. The sight before me when I came back into the cabin…shocked me.

The first mate was standing before me stark naked…apart from a condom, which he’d rolled on to the hard shaft, a good specimen, the little bubble on the top waiting to be filled.

“See…I wear a condom” he said smiling and pointing to his hard cock and condom.

Two quick strides and he stood before me, tearing the towel off me. His arms around my waist, hands grabbing my bum, squeezing my buttocks and pulling me tight against his erection, slowly gyrating, making sure I could feel it pressing into me.

“Oh god you’re one hot woman honey…make me happy”

Then cupping my buttocks he lifted me off my feet, drawing me up about eight inches, I wrapped my legs around his waist, then he slowly let me slide down again. It felt warm hard and throbbing as it entered me, “Oh my god” I sighed, the gratified smile on his face said it all…holding me in place he walked me toward his bunk…I was about to earn my keep…….

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