Slaver's Bait: The Taking of Cheryl (18 page)

“What, slut?” Nora whispered back.

Denise hesitated, her eyes brimming with tears. “Are you going to take me away?” she asked in a low, meek voice.

Nora looked at her. “Is that what you thought?” She laughed. “No, I’ve come for the other one. The bitch in the basement.” Nora laughed again. “Do you want me to take you?” she asked.

“No,” Denise answered unhesitatingly. “But if I’m to be sold, sent away, I would like it to be someone like you.” She was crying now, all of the fear of the last several hours released. But the edge was still there. She realized, as did the Turk, that the present idyll couldn’t last forever. Sooner or later, she would be shipped off to some whorehouse or to some pig somewhere who would abuse her and torture her and not care for her one bit.

“I’m a harsh mistress, slut. I would whip you. I might whip you tomorrow before I leave,” Nora told her.

“It would be worth it if you would kiss me like you did before,” Denise replied earnestly. Nora smiled. She wiped a tear from Denise’s face.

“Shut up, slut,” she said tenderly. “Time for sleep.” She reached over and recovered Denise’s mask from the side of the bed. She kissed the slave girl’s lips gently and then pressed home the gag. After buckling the mask behind her head, she had Denise lie down so that she could fasten her wrists together. She rolled her over to her side so that she was facing her and kissed her breasts. “Goodnight, slut,” she said softly.

In the morning, Tamara was waiting in a chair outside of the guest room. She was fast asleep. Nora shook her gently and she awoke. Her eyes melted when she saw Denise. She took the chain from Nora’s hands and led her downstairs for her ablutions. Nora had showered and changed when she awoke. Gone was the tender lover of the night before and back was the callous slaver. Wearing her cold exterior, she descended the stairs and went to the kitchen for breakfast. Turk was seated there, drinking coffee. Nora poured herself a cup from a pot on the stove and spoke to Turk in English.

“So that’s the sister,” she said, matter-of-factly.

“Yes,” Turk answered, “that’s the sister.”

“She’s quite a catch. The sister must be something else.”

“Nora,” the Turk turned to look at her and said, his voice fatalistic, “it’s driving me crazy. I’ve got to do something.”

“But what, Turk? You don’t even know where she is.”

“No, but there’s not a lot of people who can afford what we sell and fewer who have a place that they can keep them when they’re sold.”

“Well…,” Nora said, sipping her black coffee.

“Well, what?” Turk demanded.

“It’s just a thought, just an idea.”

“Okay, what is it?” Turk asked.

“What if you could narrow down the list of people who might be interested in a certain type of girl? Then the universe of possible buyers becomes even smaller.”

“Come on, Nora,” Turk complained. “How many people wouldn’t be interested in a buxom, young beauty. Do you mean cut out all the buyers who don’t like blondes?”

“No, you’re thinking about it all wrong,” Nora replied. “If you can’t reduce the pool of buyers, you can heighten the interest of a special few, even to just one person.”

“And?” Turk questioned.

“And how many people are in the market for sisters?”

“Sisters?” he asked.

“Yes, dimwit. The same reason that drew you to this Denise will be the same thing that would draw out Cheryl’s buyer,” Nora said. “We could fix the box with a GPS device and track it, no problem. ‘I know a guy,’ as they say.”

“I’ve got to think about this. I could lose them both.”

“Yes or win them both. Do you really want your life to go on like this? You’re practically useless. Anyway, where’s your sense of daring?” Nora asked.

“I’d need help.”

“Help I can give.”

Nora left just before dark. She needed enough light to clear the lake, but didn’t want to attract too much attention to herself during the day when nosy park rangers might record her plane registration. She had gassed up on the way in and could make it back to a small strip she used in Nevada in a few hours.

The new girl had been packed up into the box. She had begged and pleaded again, as they all do, but Turk knew his business and she was back in without too much trouble. Turk had made her suck his cock first. Well, she said she’d do anything.

Nora would call Turk in a couple of days, when she could get the equipment for the GPS. Turk had to build a false bottomed box to hide it in. They agreed that they’d be ready in a week.

They also agreed that they needed a third man. Lenny was the only one they could think of. Turk didn’t like the idea of having his life depend on Lenny. Lenny, a mouse like, skeevy kind of guy, had helped Turk put the lock on a girl a month or so ago outside of Tulsa. He had done okay. Usually Turk worked alone so there wasn’t really anyone they could get on short notice that he felt he could work with. Lenny was a weasel, but he got the job done.

They would need to plan quickly once they found out where Denise had been shipped. It was a big gamble. Maybe the party that bought Cheryl wouldn’t buy Denise. Maybe she’d be taken out of the box long before she reached her destination. Maybe he would get caught trying to get the two of them out. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

The Turk pretty much stayed away from Denise for the next few days. He had betrayed many women, sold them into living hells, but never someone he had gotten to know. He had never kept a girl here for more than a few days before. Even though she had not been permitted speech, Turk felt a bond between himself and this woman. He felt a responsibility to Cheryl, because Denise was her sister. He knew that Tamara would be crushed when he told her that Denise had been sold. His only hope of redemption would be to retrieve her.

On the night before the event, the Turk made long, passionate love to Denise. He did not say a word to her, but he caressed her tenderly and stroked her lovingly with his cock. He knelt between her legs and pleasured her, making her come three times. He could not bring himself to keep her for the night. When Tamara came to take her downstairs, he sat on his bed and hung his head.

In the morning Nora arrived with the GPS system. In the plane with her was Lenny. Turk had no intention of letting Lenny anywhere near Denise. It was a pity they hadn’t kept the other girl around. But Lenny would just have to keep it in his pants.

After they had checked out the GPS equipment and installed it in the carrying box, it was time to make Denise’s tape. It was decided that Nora would make the tape. She had brought an appropriate dress for the girl, a short ruffled red skirt with a spaghetti strap top. Nora had also brought a pair of red high heels for her. The tape would be broadcast at 10 o’clock that night. Denise would have to be packaged for transport immediately after the winning bid had been made.

All week long, Denise had felt that something was wrong. The man would not even look at her. Tamara had taken to singing only sad, maudlin songs. There was a special warmth in her hugs and kisses and a certain determination to maximize her pleasure when she manipulated Denise to climax.

Today, Tamara had orders to keep Denise down in her cell after her bath. Denise was surprised at being left downstairs. She, of course, could not inquire of the reason, but she nervously awaited the day’s developments, alone, her legs strapped together, lying face down on her pallet. Without noise or other distractions, the day passed very slowly.

Nora and Lenny sat down with the family for lunch. Denise’s would be brought down to her later. Tamara took an instant dislike to Lenny. She cursed him in Turkish. Lenny, oblivious to this, kept on asking Turk when he would get paid and negotiating for an increase.

“A quarter million is a lot of dough, yeah,” Lenny said in his nasal twang. “But if you’re dead, you can’t spend it. I mean, I’ll be taking some real chances here. I don’t know what your scam is but I’m sure its worth a lot more than a quarter mil. I want at least another hundred grand.”

Turk told Lenny for the third time, “Listen, there’s no scam here. We’re going to get a girl, that’s all. We’ve done it dozens and dozens of times. It’s just that this time we gotta go a long way.”

“And you don’t know where you’re going yet,” Lenny retorted. “I mean, lets get real. How can that be?”

Nora butted in. “Listen, Lenny. All you gotta do is your part.”

“Yeah?” he responded. “And how much are you getting paid? I’ll bet its lots more than a quarter mil. I mean who’d fly clear across the globe for chickenshit money?”

“I told you, I’m not getting paid anything,” Nora reminded him.

Turk interrupted their dialogue. “Okay, Lenny, I’ll up it another $50,000. I’ll wire half to your account tonight before we go. I’ll wire the other half when the job’s done.”

“No good,” said Lenny. He knew when he was in the driver’s seat. “I want to get the other half when we get to wherever we’re going. If you get caught, I don’t want to be sucking wind.”

The Turk paused to consider. Lenny held the hammer. If he didn’t go, the job would be immensely more difficult. They didn’t even know where they were going. They would have to make up a plan on the fly. Nora would have a plane ready for their getaway. Lenny would have to be there to help with arrangements on the ground. If he gave Lenny the balance of the money when they got there, there would be a risk that he would walk away. But Turk would have to take that risk; he would rely on his fierce reputation. If Lenny punked out on them, he would hunt him down to the ends of the earth, and Lenny knew that.

“Okay, Lenny,” he said finally. “You win. But that’s it. No more bullshit, got it?” It wasn’t the money. Turk would have paid him much more if he thought it would do any good. The more he paid, the greater Lenny’s greed would grow. It was better to keep the price reasonably low, for safety’s sake.

“Sure, Turk, sure,” Lenny replied. Smiling, he dug into the hot stew that Tamara had served.

Nora went down to the dungeon around three o’clock. They wanted plenty of time to make the tape so that it came out right. They didn’t want Denise to know that she was being sold and they especially didn’t want her to know anything about the scheme to rescue her sister. If there was a fuck up, she would know nothing.

A basic routine was worked out for her. She would strip and answer a few questions. Although she might guess at the purpose of the video, ‘maximum deniability’ was to be maintained until the bitter end.

Nora had a dark cloth draped over the wall in the hallway outside Denise’s cell. The girl was lying in there bound and strapped. Tamara had fed her her lunch hours ago. She would not eat solid food again until she arrived wherever it was that she was going.

Once the camera had been set up, Nora went into Denise’s cell and freed her from her bonds, removing even the mask, the gag and her bracelets and collar. Denise watched, mesmerized as her confinements were removed. When she saw the dress, she started to cry. Something terrible was happening. She didn’t know what it was, but she knew that it could not be good.

Nora tried to comfort her. “Stop crying, slut,” she teased her. “You’d think that you never saw a hot dress before.”

Denise summoned the courage to talk. “But what’s happening?”

“We’re going to make a little movie, that’s all,” Nora replied.

“But why have I been locked up here all day?” the frightened girl asked, her voice on the verge of cracking.

“There’s someone upstairs that the man doesn’t want you to see. That’s all. Just put on the dress.” Nora’s tone deepened. “Or would you like a whipping?”

“No,” the girl answered timidly. The dress fit her perfectly. Her straw blond hair was set off nicely by the dark red dress. Nora took Denise into the large bathroom and did up her face. She wore a dark mascara and ruby red lipstick. She looked beautiful. The only problem was that her eyes kept filling up with tears. She knew that Nora was lying.

The routine they had worked out was rather simple. Nora had her run through it a couple of times and then was ready to shoot. The clip opened with a long shot of Denise. It closed to her face and ran over her body. It paused to mark the swell of her bosom and the gracefulness of her hips. When done, the camera pulled back and Nora asked Denise a few questions.

“What’s your name?”

“Denise,” the girl answered, almost demurely. There was fear in her face, as there should be, would be, if she had just been abducted. Her eyes were moistening.

“And are you a slut, Denise?” Nora asked.

“Yes, I’m a slut,” the trembling girl returned.

“What kind of a slut are you Denise?”

“I’m a cocksucking slut,” she said, dolefully.

“Take off the dress and show us your body, slut.”

Denise shuffled the straps from her shoulders. The bodice fell down immediately, showing her firm round breasts. Tamara had applied a light rouge to the aureoles so that they stood out. As she had been instructed, she held them out for the camera. She turned around and wriggled out of the rest of the dress. Her taut, pale, rear globes were shown to the camera. Denise turned slowly until she was facing the camera again.

“Show us your cunt, slut,” Nora commanded her.

Denise spread her legs and pulled the lips of her sex apart, revealing the glistening inner lips and the tender hole. The camera zoomed in. After lingering there, it pulled back. The last shot, the one that would be frozen before the bidders as they contemplated her purchase, would be of Denise holding her twat open, an invitation to all comers.

Afterwards, Denise allowed herself to be led back into her cell. Nora replaced the bracelets around her wrists and locked them behind her back. After she had replaced the collar and was about to insert the gag into Denise’s mouth, Denise risked another question.

“Please, what is the tape for, Mistress?” she asked. She was barely holding back her tears.

Nora tried to brush off the question. “Never mind your silly head about it. Open your mouth.”

“Please kiss me,” Denise asked timidly. Nora stopped momentarily. She placed her lips on Denise’s and kissed her firmly. She ran her tongue into her mouth and held the girl tight. Denise melted in her arms. When their lips broke apart, Denise murmured, “Thank you.” The gag was inserted and she was silenced.