Stealing Elaine Ch. 02

Sam should have been wet and cold,‭ ‬but there was something to be said for modern outdoor clothing.‭ ‬The wool and rubber ponchos his grandfather had worn in Korea were a distant memory.‭ ‬Now,‭ ‬despite the fact that he was on the ground beneath a fir while a steady drizzle fell on him,‭ ‬he was comfortable.‭ ‬These were the sort of idle thoughts that the bear-like man had to keep his mind occupied.‭ ‬He shifted and moved the spotting scope a little to check on the guard station.‭ ‬Right on schedule,‭ ‬they changed shifts.‭ ‬He made a note on his pad and relaxed a little.

It had been a productive and boring few months since he had left Roy in Arizona.‭ ‬He had made his way north into Canada,‭ ‬tracking down the people who had employed Sergei.‭ ‬Tracking down the people to whom he‭ ‬and Mark had sold slaves,‭ ‬slaves that wound up dead in snuff films.‭ ‬He was haunted by what he had been a part of and was now trying to redeem himself somewhat by shutting the whole operation down.‭ ‬A few fatalities would ease his conscience a little,‭ ‬too.

What he quickly realized was that he was in over his head.‭ ‬There were a couple of components to this network that were only loosely linked,‭ ‬he did not feel that he had to take all of them out,‭ ‬but the‭ "‬The Studio‭"‬ was a must.‭ ‬There was the marijuana growing operation in the mountains,‭ ‬well-camouflaged greenhouses and well-armed hippies and rednecks standing guard.‭ ‬That was Jake‭'‬s operation.‭ ‬He might be able to leave them,‭ ‬or at least they were lower on his priority list.‭ ‬Mark had sent most of his slaves there and then Jake would resell them elsewhere.‭ ‬A few wound up back in the states as legitimate Association slaves,‭ ‬some as unaccounted or grey slaves in Canada.‭ ‬Others,‭ ‬not many,‭ ‬but some,‭ ‬were traded to the The Studio.‭ ‬He thought that if he took out The‭ ‬Studio,‭ ‬Jake would take his business to better markets.‭ ‬He‭'‬d like to sit down and have a talk with the young man about that,‭ ‬but not until he was sure he would get out of that conversation alive.

Then there were smugglers on the Pacific coast.‭ ‬They were shippers and while they handled a few of the slaves that disappeared overseas,‭ ‬Sam put them at the bottom of his list.‭ ‬They did not just do slaves,‭ ‬most of their business was in other things,‭ ‬mostly drugs and weapons.‭ ‬Sam and Mark,‭ ‬before Hunter had splattered his head in Sam‭'‬s truck,‭ ‬had used them in shipping arms in and out of North America.‭ ‬Besides,‭ ‬they were useful.‭ ‬Sam was never quite sure when he would need them,‭ ‬so taking them out might not be the best idea.

That mostly left The Studio.‭ ‬They were the kind of people that made Sam‭'‬s skin crawl.‭ ‬It was not just the snuff films,‭ ‬these were people who lived off of human misery and death.‭ ‬They dealt in illegal immigrants,‭ ‬mostly selling them for forced labor somewhere.‭ ‬They were involved in black market organ and tissue deals.‭ ‬Sam had seen a truck load of Asians arrive,‭ ‬get taken for a medical exam and only two thirds come back from the exam.‭ ‬They did contract killings,‭ ‬kidnapping for ransom and had a hand in the hard drug trade,‭ ‬too.

They needed to go down,‭ ‬but Sam could not do it on his own.‭ ‬He had counted no less than twenty armed guards around the place at any given time.‭ ‬They ranged from the basic flunky type to a few that Sam recognized as‭ ‬Special Forces trained mercenaries.‭ ‬One man with‭ ‬limited supplies was not going to be able to shut this down.‭ ‬He needed help,‭ ‬good help.‭ ‬He needed Hunter and his crew.

He crawled back though the undergrowth.‭ ‬He would have to go to Las Vegas and try to enlist their help.‭ ‬Las Vegas,‭ ‬where Elaine was,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬He had tried not to think about her too much,‭ ‬the loss was still acute.‭ ‬But there were times,‭ ‬many times,‭ ‬when the night was dark and cold and he was all alone that it was inevitable.‭ ‬He remembered what it felt like to have her,‭ ‬to possess her for that short time back at his ranch,‭ ‬to have her completely in his power.‭ ‬The feel of her pussy around his cock,‭ ‬the sound of her yells when he fucked her ass,‭ ‬the pleading look in her blue eyes.‭ ‬It would hurt him to see her without being able to have her,‭ ‬but he‭ ‬had to shut down The Studio and he needed help and he couldn‭'‬t get that help if he was trying to steal Elaine.

Sam made it back to his camp and booted up the satellite phone.‭ ‬While it downloaded a week‭'‬s worth of information,‭ ‬he prepared an MRE.‭ ‬They weren‭'‬t bad,‭ ‬about the same as canned food,‭ ‬but he was looking forward to a real steak and a baked potato,‭ ‬with butter and sour cream.‭ ‬There wasn‭'‬t too much off the phone,‭ ‬but the one from Amanda caught his eye.‭ ‬He read it while he ate.‭ ‬Fifteen minutes later he was breaking camp and getting ready to head south.

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Elaine knelt on the table.‭ ‬Hunter had her ready for a friendly gangbang tonight.‭ ‬He was having some friends,‭ ‬and people who had helped him and Roy out in their battle with‭ ‬Mark and Sam,‭ ‬over to reward them for their work.‭ ‬Elaine was to be that reward.‭ ‬Hunter had prepared her for the evening,‭ ‬after using her a few times himself.‭ ‬She was naked,‭ ‬except for her restraints.‭ ‬Her wrists were cuffed in front of her,‭ ‬her ankles cuffed beneath her.‭ ‬She wore a thin leather collar to which was attached a leash that hung between her small,‭ ‬firm breasts.‭ ‬At the moment the leash was entangled in a delicate silver chain that hung between the two nipple clamps and every time she shifted positions the leash tugged the clamps.‭ ‬It gave her more incentive to hold still.‭ ‬She was blindfolded and gagged with a red ball gag.‭ ‬Her back had a series of fresh red welts across it,‭ ‬courtesy of Hunter‭'‬s riding crop.‭ ‬On her upper right butt cheek was a brand,‭ ‬a small‭ ‬r,‭ ‬which her owner had burned into her flesh.‭ ‬The final touch was a blue‭ ‬butt plug in her ass,‭ ‬keeping her ready for the pleasure of the men later.

Elaine had been kneeling for a while,‭ ‬she really had no idea how long,‭ ‬but it seemed like a long time.‭ ‬She was aching to be fucked‭; ‬the waiting was a physical pain.‭ ‬She finally came to the conclusion that Hunter had stepped out,‭ ‬but might be back at any time so she stayed in position.‭ ‬It wasn‭'‬t like she could move much anyway‭; ‬Hunter had her well restrained.‭ ‬When she heard the door open again,‭ ‬she assumed it was Hunter returning.‭ ‬She was wrong.

Syd opened the door.‭ ‬Bill had him staking out Hunter‭'‬s place ever since the older man had left the Association bar.‭ ‬Syd was under strict instructions to do nothing until he heard from Bill.‭ ‬Bill messaged him saying the plan was a go and to proceed using his best discretion.‭ ‬Syd had been prepared to wait all night,‭ ‬but decided to take advantage of Hunter heading out for a beer.‭ ‬Syd called‭ ‬911‭ ‬and said that the bar was being robbed to buy a little extra time.‭ ‬Syd had a master key.‭ ‬Hunter had not updated his locks in many years,‭ ‬and getting the door open was easy.‭ ‬As he had suspected,‭ ‬Hunter had not set any of the alarms.‭ ‬Syd was in quickly and found what he was after.

Syd smiled as he saw her.‭ ‬She was already bound,‭ ‬gagged and blindfolded.‭ ‬This was going to make his job a lot easier.‭ "‬Damn,‭"‬ he whistled out loud,‭ "‬that is a hell of a gift wrapping.‭"

When Elaine heard Syd she realized that something was wrong.‭ ‬A wave of fear shot through her.‭ ‬She could not imagine being in a more vulnerable,‭ ‬exposed and helpless position.‭ ‬She tried to stand,‭ ‬though she had no real idea what she was going to do if she did,‭ ‬there was certainly no way she was going to get uncuffed or be able to run.‭ ‬It did not matter anyway.‭ ‬Strong hands grabbed her and while she squirmed,‭ ‬she was quickly overpowered.‭ ‬She screamed for help,‭ ‬but only muffled noises made it past the ball gag.

‭"‬You‭'‬re sexy when you fight,‭"‬ Syd said and put a hand in her collar.‭ "‬But we don‭'‬t have time for that now.‭"‬ He tightened his grip and Elaine began choking.‭ "‬Settle down now and make this easy for me and I won‭'‬t make it too hard for you.‭"‬ Elaine tried kicking again,‭ ‬but Syd held the chain between her ankles and she was starting to black out.‭ ‬She went limp and surrendered.‭ "‬Good girl,‭"‬ Syd purred and let go of the collar.‭ ‬If that had not worked,‭ ‬Syd had a loaded syringe in a case in his pocket.‭ ‬He could have used that on her,‭ ‬she would sleep nicely,‭ ‬but he wanted her to experience all of this.‭ ‬His hand stroked down her back to cup her ass.‭ ‬He would have some fun with her later when they were safely away from Hunter.‭

Syd had a big,‭ ‬hard sided suitcase that he brought in.‭ ‬He lifted Elaine,‭ ‬taking the chance to grope her as much as possible,‭ ‬and put her inside in a fetal position.‭ ‬Elaine went limp and let him move her‭; ‬she knew it was futile to fight.‭ ‬These sorts of suitcases were common in the slave trade,‭ ‬sometimes Syd would look at people wheeling one of these around and wonder‭ ‬if there was a beautiful woman inside.

Syd wheeled the bag with Elaine in it out the door.‭ ‬He had a generic looking white passenger van,‭ ‬the type every casino,‭ ‬hotel or taxi service in Las Vegas operated.‭ ‬Syd was dressed like a driver and lifted the bag with Elaine into the back of the van.‭ ‬He secured it with a strap so it would stay upright and not damage his cargo.‭ ‬He sat in the driver‭'‬s seat,‭ ‬checked his mirrors,‭ ‬signaled and pulled into traffic.‭ ‬They passed Webster‭'‬s Bar,‭ ‬making a left to avoid the police cars outside.‭ ‬Hunter was talking to the police and did not notice the van driving past.‭ ‬Syd grinned,‭ ‬impressed with his own cleverness,‭ ‬and pulled onto the highway and out of town.

As soon as they were on the highway,‭ ‬Syd floored it.‭ ‬He wanted to put as much distance as possible between them and Hunter.‭ ‬He had no idea how Hunter would know where they were,‭ ‬but he was not taking any chances.‭ ‬This was Hunter‭ ‬after all,‭ ‬the man tracked people for a living.‭ ‬After a while,‭ ‬satisfied they were not being followed,‭ ‬Syd made a right turn off the highway onto one of the side roads.‭ ‬He was working his was east,‭ ‬heading towards the lake.‭ ‬He pulled off the road near an abandoned and shot up old Chevy and called Bill.

‭"‬Got her,‭"‬ Syd said.

‭"‬Great,‭"‬ Bill answered.‭ "‬Any problems‭?"

"None,‭"‬ Syd said proudly.‭ "‬In and out with her in three minutes.‭"

"Great,‭"‬ Bill said.‭ "‬We‭'‬re ahead of schedule.‭ ‬Any trouble with Hunter‭?"

"Nah,‭"‬ Syd answered smugly,‭ "‬he was out of the house.‭"

"Don‭'‬t get too‭ ‬self-satisfied,‭"‬ Bill warned.‭ "‬Odds are Hunter has you on video and will be coming for you at some point.‭ ‬In the meantime,‭ ‬take her to the boat then make your way to the compound.‭ ‬No need to hurry,‭ ‬enjoy yourself a little.‭"

"I think it can be arranged,‭"‬ Syd smiled.

‭"‬That covers it then,‭"‬ Bill said.‭ "‬Don‭'‬t lose her.‭ ‬This one has a tendency to escape.‭"‬ He ended the call with his typical brusqueness.

Syd drove down towards Lake Mead.‭ ‬Bill‭'‬s compound,‭ ‬where he did his slaving business,‭ ‬was isolated on a cove way up one of the arms across the lake on the Arizona side.‭ ‬It was accessible by road,‭ ‬and that was how most of the supplies were brought in,‭ ‬but it was a two hour drive from anywhere and four hours from Las Vegas.‭ ‬It was quicker to get there by plane and more enjoyable by boat.‭ ‬Bill maintained a houseboat or two for shuttle across the lake and entertaining clients,‭ ‬one of those was waiting for Syd at another isolated cove.

He pulled down the hill under the moonlight.‭ ‬He was trying hard to concentrate on doing his job and not on what he was going to do his captive.‭ ‬He stopped the van beside the dock,‭ ‬rolled and carried the bag with Elaine onto the boat and locked up the van.‭ ‬Someone would be back to get it tomorrow or the day after. ‭ ‬Elaine was scared‭; ‬there was no doubt about that.‭ ‬She had been prepared for Hunter and his friends to do her,‭ ‬it was going to hurt but she knew at the end Hunter would make sure she was safe.‭ ‬She knew that in the morning she was going to go back to Roy.‭ ‬Now,‭ ‬she knew‭ ‬nothing.‭ ‬She had been stolen,‭ ‬carried away to who knows where.‭ ‬Inside the suitcase,‭ ‬she could feel the movement of the van‭ (‬although for all she knew it was a car or a truck‭) ‬and she had been transported blindfolded often enough to recognize the difference between gravel and pavement.‭ ‬That scared her,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬There had not been a single time when she had been taken onto a gravel road that ended easily for her.‭ ‬Even Amanda had done things to her when they went on dirt roads.‭ ‬When she was taken out of the van and brought onto something else,‭ ‬her mind raced.‭ ‬It swayed like a boat or camper,‭ ‬she had to realize that she knew nothing about where she was or where she was going.

Elaine had no delusions about what was going to be done to her.‭ ‬She was naked,‭ ‬bound,‭ ‬branded and had a butt‭ ‬plug up her ass‭; ‬he was going to fuck her.‭ ‬If he did not,‭ ‬he would give her to someone who would.‭ ‬She cried a little,‭ ‬but what made her even more sad and angry was how her body was responding.‭ ‬She knew she was wet‭; ‬she was so turned on that the arousal battled fear for dominance in her mind.‭ ‬Being carried off to be ravished repeatedly was one of her deepest fantasies.‭ ‬Amanda,‭ ‬Roy and others had made it happen to her and now it was happening again.‭ ‬It was impossible to think straight,‭ ‬impossible to figure a way out of this situation.‭ ‬Of course,‭ ‬she thought again,‭ ‬there was no way out until he let her out and he was not going to let her out until he was good and finished with her.‭ ‬And then what‭? ‬Give her back to Roy‭? ‬Keep her‭? ‬Sell her‭? ‬What‭ ‬was her life going to be from now on‭?

She heard and felt a deep rumble and knew they were moving again.‭ ‬The swaying convinced her that they were in a boat which meant they were probably on Lake Mead,‭ ‬there just‭ ‬weren‭'‬t a lot of places for a boat around Las Vegas.‭

The boat stopped later and the suitcase was unzipped and opened.‭ ‬Elaine sucked in fresh air through her nose.‭ ‬A strong hand in her hair pulled her up to a kneeling position.‭ ‬Elaine wanted to ask what was going on,‭ ‬or to beg for mercy,‭ ‬but she was gagged.‭ ‬She waited and was suddenly knocked over.‭ ‬He had slapped her,‭ ‬hard across the face.‭ ‬She was pulled back to her knees again and slapped,‭ ‬this time from the other side.‭ ‬It hurt,‭ ‬more than that,‭ ‬it stunned her.‭ ‬She was not at all prepared for that.‭ ‬While she was trying to regain her equilibrium,‭ ‬he slapped her two more times.‭ ‬Elaine moaned,‭ ‬tried to plead,‭ ‬but only muffled noises came out.

He pushed her on her stomach.‭ ‬Elaine panted and waited.‭ ‬The blow of his belt across her back hurt,‭ ‬but was not as unexpected as the slap.‭ ‬By now,‭ ‬she knew he was going to hurt her.‭ ‬He hit her twice more with‭ ‬the belt,‭ ‬on her ass and thighs then pulled her back to her knees.‭ ‬Tears streamed down Elaine‭'‬s reddened cheeks.‭ ‬When he pinched her nostrils shut,‭ ‬Elaine began to panic.‭ ‬She tried to stand or kick or do anything,‭ ‬but his other hand held her collar and she could not move.‭ ‬Hunter knew how to secure a slave and this stranger was benefitting from that.

He let go of her nose before she passed out and Elaine took in long,‭ ‬deep breaths.

‭"‬I bet you are wondering why I just did all that to you,‭"‬ he said while his hand almost gently held her hair.

That was the least of what Elaine was wondering.‭ ‬First she wanted to know who he was and what he was going to do to her,‭ ‬both in the short term‭ (‬she could guess at that one‭) ‬and in the long term.‭ ‬But,‭ ‬as she had been reminded earlier this evening by Hunter,‭ ‬slaves got what information was deemed necessary for them and living without knowing all the answers was part of being a slave.

Elaine nodded.

‭"‬I just want you to understand completely that I can hurt you,‭"‬ Syd said‭ ‬to her.‭ "‬More than that,‭ ‬I want you to understand that I will hurt you.‭ ‬If you do not do exactly what I say I am going to hurt you more.‭ ‬I may hurt you anyway,‭ ‬but if you do not obey,‭ ‬I definitely will hurt you.‭ ‬Do you understand‭?"

Elaine nodded.

‭"‬Good,‭"‬ Syd said.‭ ‬Elaine could imagine the cruel smile on his face.‭ "‬Now,‭ ‬I‭'‬m going to take this gag out of your mouth and put my cock in.‭ ‬You are going to be a good little slave girl and do as you are told,‭ ‬aren‭'‬t you‭?"

Elaine nodded.‭ ‬She had to‭ ‬obey‭;‬ he would‭ ‬make her in the end anyway.‭ ‬She simply was not in a position to resist at the moment.‭ ‬She had escaped from people who had taken her before and she might do it again if the opportunity presented itself.‭ ‬In the‭ ‬meantime,‭ ‬she would be a good slave.

Syd unhooked the gag.‭ ‬He pulled it slowly out of Elaine‭'‬s mouth,‭ ‬strings of spit hanging from it.‭ ‬Elaine tried to flex her jaw or lick her lips,‭ ‬but she felt the hard flesh of his cock pressing against her lips.‭ ‬Elaine opened her mouth and let him slide his hard‭ ‬shaft into her.‭ ‬He was thick,‭ ‬she thought as she opened wider to accommodate him.‭ ‬Where else would he be putting it before he was done with her‭?

"Yeah,‭"‬ he moaned.‭ "‬Suck my cock,‭ ‬suck it just like you did Bill‭'‬s.‭ ‬My name is Syd.‭ ‬You can call me‭ ‬'sir‭'‬ or mmmmm mmmm ghn,‭"‬ Syd made a noise like someone with a full mouth.

Elaine had some idea now of who he was.‭ ‬He was one of the men at the Association bar on the Strip.‭ ‬But which one‭? ‬The only one to whom she had been introduced was Bill.‭ ‬She tried to picture all of the faces that had been there,‭ ‬but she had been nervous at the time and not really able to focus well.‭ ‬Trying to remember now with a cock in her mouth was even more difficult.‭ ‬She could not figure out why,‭ ‬if he was with the Association,‭ ‬he had stolen her‭? ‬Wasn‭'‬t the whole idea behind the Association respecting property rights‭?

Elaine found it odd that he was not doing‭ ‬anything‭;‬ he just kept his cock filling her mouth without thrusting or forcing his way into her throat.‭ ‬She thought maybe he wanted her to do the work and started to move down on his shaft,‭ ‬but he held her head still.

‭"‬Let me explain how tonight is going to go,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ Syd said to her.‭ "‬Tomorrow morning I have to deliver you somewhere to someone.‭ ‬If he wants to explain things to you then,‭ ‬he can.‭ ‬All I am going to say is that I am delivering you.‭ ‬Tonight,‭ ‬it‭'‬s just you and me,‭ ‬your body and my cock.‭ ‬We‭'‬re on a houseboat on Lake Mead,‭ ‬there‭'‬s no one around for miles and no one would help you anyway.‭ ‬Do you understand‭?"

Elaine said‭ "‬yes,‭ ‬sir,‭"‬ as well as she could with a penis in her mouth.

‭"‬Good,‭"‬ he said.‭ "‬You are a beautiful slave.‭ ‬I‭'‬m going to have fun with you tonight.‭ ‬First,‭ ‬you‭'‬re going to suck my cock for a while.‭ ‬Then,‭ ‬I‭'‬m going to take out that butt‭ ‬plug and go to town on your exquisite little ass.‭"

Elaine was ashamed at how aroused she was.‭ ‬She was scared,‭ ‬very scared of what was going to happen to her but that just seemed to make her more turned on.‭ ‬She had been stolen,‭ ‬carried away in a bag and was at the complete mercy of the man who had done it and all she wanted was to be fucked hard and to cum harder.‭ ‬Her pussy throbbed and her body ached,‭ ‬Hunter had her so wound up and this man was benefitting.‭ ‬Would he ever let her see his face‭? ‬Did she want him to or did she just want him to be an anonymous tormentor‭?

He pushed deeper into her mouth,‭ ‬slowly.‭ ‬His cock reached the back of her mouth and he forced his way into her throat.‭ "‬It was a simple assignment,‭ ‬slave,‭"‬ he said‭ ‬to her as he went deeper and deeper into her.‭ ‬Elaine was impressed,‭ ‬he might not be as big as Sam,‭ ‬but he was big enough that he was going to hurt.‭ "‬Snatch a slave out from under Hunter,‭ ‬probably the most feared man in the business and deliver her to a dealer.‭"