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1.
I was on a hunt. My clients tended to have very specific tastes and finding the women that met their requirements was often a lengthy process. This time I'd been lucky and struck pay dirt on the third day of my prowl. I had spotted them having lunch on the hotel terrace and they were exactly what I was looking for.
She was a youngish blond mother with an even blonder daughter. I overheard the waiter address her as Senora Benson. All the rooms opened onto the pool area so when they left the table it was easy for my binoculars to follow them as they made their way to room 112.
That evening I was able to rent the room next door to them. After putting the 'Do not disturb' tag on the door I never went near it. I spent a further two days discretely observing them until I was sure that they were indeed in the Yucatan on vacation and, most importantly, were alone.
They were having breakfast at the same table when I finally made my approach. I wore aviator sunglasses and my tabbed tropical uniform shirt with a self-designed Mayan Air Charter logo prominent above the breast pocket. I sat at a table beside them. I am not a bad looking guy and I have my share of charm. It wasn't hard to engage the mother in casual conversation. It didn't take me long to glean the information I wanted. They were from Ohio. She was Rebecca and her daughter's name was Erica. The girl had just graduated from high school and was still trying to talk her mother into letting her enroll at a college in Florida. Yes, they were on vacation. No, her husband was not with them. She had been widowed due to an auto accident. I expressed my sympathies and then steered the conversation to a pleasanter vein. I waxed enthusiastic over the beauty of the ancient Indian ruins in the area. The daughter chewed gum and stared off into space but I had gotten the mother's interest.
I had pre-set the alarm on my cell phone and when it went off, I pretended it was an incoming call. I made sure they overheard a one sided conversation by which they learned that two fictitious passengers for a fly-over of the Mayan temple at Palenque were canceling out. I explained that because of the late notice there could be no refund and hung up.
Rebecca volunteered that they were looking forward to touring the ruins before they left and asked if a flight would be expensive. In my most offhand manner, I mentioned that since two empty seats for the afternoon flight were already paid for they were welcome to fill them and take the tour at no charge. The girl, who had been so bored by our small talk, suddenly came alive. Her enthusiasm for a plane ride soon wore down her mother's hesitation. I let them think there would be other passengers along. Once Mom had gratefully agreed to accept my kind offer I excused myself, telling them that the company would provide their transportation to and from the airstrip.
They were waiting for me in front of the hotel after lunch. I had magnetic Mayan Air Charter logos on the sides of the rental car and when I held the rear door for them they smilingly got in. On the drive to the small airport, I left the AC off, explaining that it had just gone on the blink. Within five minutes I had them hot, sweating and thirsty. They slipped into blackness shortly after accepting doctored bottles of fruit juice from my cooler.
I managed to get my trophies bundled into the plane unobtrusively. I covered the windows with sunscreens and locked the cabin. I pulled the magnetic logos off the car and headed back to the hotel.
I went through the mother's purse and saw from the receipt that their room was paid up. I took their key and transferred all of the stuff from their room to one I had rented next door. I left their door open with the key in it as if they had checked out.
Satisfied that nobody had observed me, I used the privacy of my room to get their bags all packed. The luggage was unremarkable so I was sure I would arouse no suspicion pretending it was mine. After a final look and a bit of wiping, I rang for a bellboy.
The drive out to the airstrip was uneventful. I found them still sleeping blissfully and they missed my little 'Welcome to Mayan Air Charters' take off speech. I was humming quietly to my self as we crossed south out of Mexican air space into Guatemala and headed for the rancho I had named Paloma Blanca.
2.
I taxied the Cessna to a standstill in front of the Quonset hut I used for a hanger. A glance back at my passengers assured me that they were still completely immobilized. I bent them forward from the waist and threw a blanket over them. Carlos had heard the plane land and pulled up in my Land Rover as always to slide open the big double doors. Together we rolled the plane inside. I dismissed Carlos, telling him I would inspect the rancho the following day. He pulled the doors closed and departed for the compound where he and the other hired hands lived.
Carlos was my foreman and a loyal servant. Even had he been aware of my activities I had no doubt he would have unquestioningly served my wishes, but a slaver is secretive by nature. I made sure that even he had no idea that each time he rolled those doors closed behind the Cessna, identities disappeared forever.
I unlocked the heavy door to the sound proofed area that made up the rear half of the hanger and then went to unload my cargo. I pulled Mom out of the plane first and shoulder carried her into her new home. Lowering her to the floor I locked lined cuffs with rings onto each of her wrists. These I tied with cord to an electric wench overhead and with a quiet whirring noise she was soon hoisted onto her tiptoes.
I went back out to fetch the slight figure of the girl. I laid her face down on the padded examination table. Once her wrists and ankles were secured, I pressed a floor petal and the hinged parts the table fanned out until her body was widely spread-eagled. I gathered her long blond hair in a vise clamp attached to a line which was threaded through a suspended pulley. I pulled the line until her head was up and hard back, exposing her lovely throat, and then tied it off to a cleat.
I strolled to the head end of the table for my first leisurely look at her face. I had to laugh out loud. Even with her mouth hanging open she was attractive. Her features still had that unformed juvenile quality but it was obvious that they would refine themselves into a face of stunning beauty. I reached down and removed the small gold studs from her cute little ears and flipped them into the trashcan.
It was time to unwrap my first present. When the mother regained consciousness the first thing I wanted he to see was her daughter's naked body, stretched out, helpless and vulnerable. I removed the tennis shoes and bobby sox she was wearing and dropped them into the trashcan too. Her feet were well cared for. Dainty and high arched with small, delicious looking toes. Next I took a heavy pair of scissors and snipped my way up the back of her white, cotton sweater and then down the back of each arm. I tugged it from under her and added it to the trash. I cut loose a rather plain white bra and tossed it with the rest. Her back was long and smooth. I ran a finger along the valley of her spine. Leaning over her, I reached down under the table and found the two round openings in it. I groped up through these and searched out her nipples. Locking on each of them with a thumb and forefinger I tugged until her apple sized breasts settled into the openings and hung free.
