Author: Dr. Gamble
Title: A Letter To Lou
Summary: This was, for a while, the last story
of the series where in a letter to one of his
superiors, the chief explains his actions.
It is quite short.
Keywords: caution

This story is of an adults only nature, please do not continue
reading if you are not of age to do so.  This story is a part of
a collection of related fantasies which deal with rape and
violent torture of a non-consenting nature.  The content of these
stories is entirely based on fantasy and not to be confused with
reality or construed as an endorsement of the activities
depicted.  While some of these stories contain characters who are
subjected to various situations including slavery, abuse, and an
assortment of other unspeakable acts against nature, remember
that both the victims and perpetrators are characters and not
real people.


A LETTER TO LOU

Lou,

You've always done right by me and I don't know what you might've
heard, so I just wanted to give you a final explanation of what
really went down out on that island.  Shit.  You know that I
didn't really want to get involved in that damn prostitute thing
to begin with.  I liked working collections and I think I did the
organization real good when I was doing that.  Okay, sometimes it
got a little ugly, but mostly it was just routine and everything
seemed fine until those hits which pissed off every cop in South
America.  And that's when this whore operation came up.

Now while I wasn't real crazy about the whole idea, you got to
admit that old casino was a real dump when I first started out on
that little island, and after only a couple of years we had
turned into one of the hottest places in the Caribbean.  You know
it was my idea to convert that old warehouse as a holding pen for
the whores and to make it into a center for the whole operation. 
The place was perfect, out of sight from the casino like it was
supposed to be and I actually developed a pretty lucrative
business venture out of it.

I don't care what you heard, those girls weren't treated all that
bad and it really wasn't mine or anyone else's business what
happened to them after they left us.  All I know is while they
were on the island, we made sure they were all healthy and clean. 
It only made sense to treat them good so that they would be able
to go back to work or at least bring better prices if they were
sold.  The only thing we were ever interested in was making over
quality stuff, what I used to call good breeding stock, you know,
good bodies, pretty faces.  This ran the range from Barbie doll
look alikes to the little miss innocent princess but all good
looking quality stuff.

My friend had some medical training before we met and he did a
lot for keeping them healthy while they were on the island.  He
also developed a way to offset the costs of their upkeep while we
were holding them and it really helped to keep our expenses down. 
He was the one who one day, working on diet supplements, came
across this hormone stuff which made the females give milk and
from that was how we developed the whole dairy operation.

The milking thing didn't seem to hurt them at all and actually I
think some of them really got into it.  Besides the milk
production, his dairy serum had some sort of additional
contraceptive effect which helped us servicing visiting clients'
needs both at the casino and in the slave quarters.  

The production of butter out of the female's own cream wasn't any
way cruel but really was a masterful stroke of genius using this
small churn device which used their own cunt muscles to get the
shaking motion we needed to make butter.  These devices were
electrically stimulated through electrodes clipped onto the lips
of their pussies and wired to the top of the churn itself.  Now I
admit that they weren't crazy about this process but it didn't
really do them any harm.  I don't know what you might've heard
but we kept real close track of them throughout the churning
process and never once did it leave any permanent marks on any of
them.  I think they just got spooked a bit when we would stick
things in their cunts because once the operation got going, they
would pretty much settle down and just quietly work the thing.

Right from the beginning I hired this big guy to look after them
and he did a pretty good job of it.  We didn't pay him much but
he always said that as long as he could fuck the girls he didn't
really care.  He told me once that he had screwed every single
one of them.  I didn't really mind him having a little fun with
them, they were all whores anyway.  Well you know me, I just
wasn't particularly interested in that kind of thing, except just
once and I was pretty drunk at the time.  I gotta admit, it was
different, but it felt too much like fucking little boys and you
know I'm really not into that.

I do remember the cunt that burned the place down.  This one was
some rich bitch who had gotten involved in a bank holdup.  She
was sold after a short time with us to some Romanian guy who made
S&M snuff movies in an old castle.  I guess it was bound to
happen sooner or later that one of them would get away and figure
out where the island was, but I just didn't expect the dyke
commando raid she put together.

They landed on the south end of the island, next to the dormitory
warehouse, a few hours before dawn.  Breaking into the building,
they murdered my friend and the big guard and then released the
twelve females which were working there at the time.  Before I or
anyone else at the hotel managed to get over to the place, it was
already burning to the ground.

I know who this little bitch is and trust me, she is going to pay
for her little fun.  Next time I'm out your way I'll stop in and
fill you in on the details.