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 Studioâ€"‬ 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 Jakeâ€'‬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.†‬Heâ€'‬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 Samâ€'‬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 Samâ€'‬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 couldnâ€'‬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 weekâ€'‬s worth of information,†‬he prepared an MRE.†‬They werenâ€'‬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 wasnâ€'‬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 Hunterâ€'‬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 fuckedâ€; ‬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 wasnâ€'‬t like she could move much anywayâ€; ‬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 Hunterâ€'‬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,â€"‬ he whistled out loud,†"‬that is a hell of a gift wrapping.â€"
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.
â€"‬Youâ€'‬re sexy when you fight,â€"‬ Syd said and put a hand in her collar.†"‬But we donâ€'‬t have time for that now.â€"‬ He tightened his grip and Elaine began choking.†"‬Settle down now and make this easy for me and I wonâ€'‬t make it too hard for you.â€"‬ 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,â€"‬ 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.â€
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 herâ€; ‬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 driverâ€'‬s seat,†‬checked his mirrors,†‬signaled and pulled into traffic.†‬They passed Websterâ€'‬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.
â€"‬Got her,â€"‬ Syd said.
â€"‬Great,â€"‬ Bill answered.†"‬Any problemsâ€?"
"None,â€"‬ Syd said proudly.†"‬In and out with her in three minutes.â€"
"Great,â€"‬ Bill said.†"‬Weâ€'‬re ahead of schedule.†‬Any trouble with Hunterâ€?"
"Nah,â€"‬ Syd answered smugly,†"‬he was out of the house.â€"
"Donâ€'‬t get too†‬self-satisfied,â€"‬ 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.â€"
