J.J. was feeling quite pleased with himself. He had finished shaking down a mid-level coke dealer and had a fat wad of cash for his troubles. On top of that, he had had the lovely opportunity to beat up both the dealer and his accountant until they coughed up the $50,000 he wanted. He was serious about arresting them, too. Well, if they had not paid up, that is. Every now and then he felt like he had to make an arrest just to remind people that he was still on the payroll. He never did show up for the court dates and the people he bothered to arrest would be set free, but the important thing was scaring and inconveniencing those he didn't like. The down side was he couldn't beat up people he was going to arrest, or steal their money; so there was a tradeoff.
After beating the men up, J.J. was horny. The two seemed to go together. He had thought about fucking the accountant, he was cute in a geeky sort of way, but J.J. was not really into men at the moment. No, it came back to Elaine. For now, he'd find some prostitute for a quickie, but he knew he had to get Elaine back.
Raping her a few times (could you actually rape a slave, he wondered. He preferred the idea that you could) was just going to be the start. The Studio had contacted him. Since they had already paid Sergei and Mark for her they felt they had a legitimate claim, but were willing to sweeten the deal to make sure she was delivered. J.J. wanted revenge on the slave; he wanted payback for her escaping him, for leaving him cuffed and naked with bruised balls. He knew what The Studio did to women and he was more than willing to use some of his new found wealth to make sure they did it to Elaine. All he wanted was to be the one who delivered her there so he could watch them film her die. And, of course, there would be the long drive to Canada for him to enjoy her as much as possible.
He had been on his way to stake out Roy's place when he saw Hunter drive off with Elaine in the Bronco. That simplified things a bit. He was not going to risk a direct confrontation with Hunter. He was not stupid enough to want to go head-to-head with Hunter, but he might be able to pull an ambush or something else sneaky. He parked near Hunter's house, watched and waited.
The American taxpayers had been kind enough to pay for some pretty sophisticated surveillance equipment for J.J.'s use. He was supposed to be using it to track criminals, but finding a fuck toy for his revenge was fine with J.J. A parabolic mike on the open window let him hear Hunter and Elaine and cameras covered all the comings and goings of the house.
J.J. had been tempted to ambush Hunter when he took Elaine for a walk: pull up behind him, one quick shot to the head, grab Elaine and run. But homicides on a city street in daylight tended to attract the sort of attention J.J. wished to avoid, so he watched and waited. He discreetly followed them to the Strip and when they went into the Association bar he went back to Hunter's house. He could tell that the place had cameras and alarms; he was not going to be able to sneak in. More waiting.
When Hunter and Elaine came back, J.J. had taken lots of pictures. Elaine looked so sweet and innocent in the shorts and blouse, he took a few extra close-ups of her lovely legs. J.J. spent the next hour or two thinking of all he had done to her and all he wanted to do to her. He somehow managed to miss the large van that was also parked across from Hunter's. That sort of van just naturally blended into the scenery of Vegas and J.J. was too distracted.
Hunter had left and J.J. was going to make his move, but the van was there first. He didn't think too much of the man going in with a big suitcase and coming back out a few minutes later with the same case. He did snap lots of pictures, though. This was Hunter's house, the man traded in all sorts of things; anything could be in his suitcase. It was only when Hunter got back did J.J. realize that Elaine was gone. J.J. cursed himself for the missed opportunity. It was only then that he checked his phone and saw the message from Amanda. He had missed her once; he wasn't going to miss her again.
Later, he was back at his trailer looking through the pictures and trying to figure out what to do next when he got the message from Anna. He smiled. A chance to fight with Anna again and to get Elaine? Of course he was in. Maybe he'd get to kill Anna while he was at it. At the very least, he'd have Elaine in his power again.
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Elaine was crying. She had not wanted to, she had wanted to keep her composure and her dignity, but she was failing miserably. She supposed she had good reason to cry. She was being led by a leash off the houseboat and up the ramp to the buildings above and whatever awaited her there. She had no idea who held her leash except that he had made it perfectly clear that he would do whatever it took to ensure her compliance. She had no idea what was in the buildings above except that someone, maybe lots of someones, would be using her for their pleasure.
She held back a sob, a little victory, but tears flowed freely down her cheeks. It was not just the uncertainty, or the certainty that she would be fucked hard and often, it was fatigue. She was cold, tired, sore and hungry. The night before last her owner, Roy, had had her up all night and used her hard. She smiled briefly thinking about that but fell quickly into despair when she thought that she might never see Roy again. After that, she had slept for a few hours then Hunter had taken her away to his house for more sex. Then she had been stolen by Syd and had spent the last night being tied up and raped. She had been fucked a lot and slept very little and it was all catching up with her.
Elaine tried not to look at the guards or anyone else. She knew what she looked like. She was naked except for a collar and cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Dried and drying semen from Syd's all night use of her was on her legs and ass. There were welts from Hunter's riding crop and Syd's belt on her back, ass and legs. There was no doubt what had been done to her and the leash and collar were an open invitation for others to do the same.
Elaine noted that it was a beautiful morning. The sun was just up and the light clear on the desert. Sprinklers turned on and began watering the grass of the compound. The cottonwoods and olive trees still had their leaves and the shadows were crisp and clear. But it was the desert, it was October and Elaine was naked, so it was chilly out. She could feel the goosebumps on her fair skin and knew her nipples were rock hard. Elaine was led across the courtyard; a few other people were stirring and gave her curious glances. Finally she was led into a two story stucco building at the edge of the grounds. Her leader carded in one door, then entered in a combination on a keypad. The door, a very solid door, opened with a clank and Elaine was led inside.
It was warmer inside and Elaine felt a little better, but not much. She was standing by a counter; it reminded her of a registration desk at a hotel. The lobby was small, a couple of chairs, the counter and another stout door. There was no one at the counter, but the man who led her reached over the counter and grabbed a key. He keyed in a combination and the door clicked open. He gave Elaine's leash a tug and led her through the door, deeper into the building. Elaine saw a cozy looking living room to her right, but she was pulled to the left and down another hallway. At the end there was another door. The man used the key he had picked up from the desk to open it.
"In here," he said to her.
"Yes, sir," Elaine stepped into the room.
She was pleasantly surprised. The room had a small door off one side and a curtained window off another. There was a bed against the wall, a chair and a small table. Elaine's eyes quickly went to the table. There was a covered plate on it and Elaine could smell bacon. Her stomach rumbled.
The man took off the leash and removed the cuffs from her wrists and ankles, leaving her wearing only her collar. She flashed him a teary look of gratitude.
The man opened the small door off the side of the room and revealed a small bathroom. Except for the window, Elaine was reminded strongly of the basement room in Sam's house. She shuddered a little thinking of what had happened in that room.
"Eat, get cleaned up and sleep," he ordered her. "Someone will be here for you later."
"Yes, sir," Elaine said, "thank you, sir."
He left and locked the door behind him. Elaine parted the curtains to look out the window. It was barred, of course, and offered a limited view of the lake. She could see the far shore and wondered where the van was. The window was secure, she assumed the door was secure and if that was not then the other doors after it were.
Time to take care of herself. Elaine attacked the plate of food ravenously. There was bacon, scrambled eggs, fruit and sourdough toast. It did not take her long to eat every last bite of food. She was tempted to just fall asleep, but she had been ordered to clean up. She took a quick shower; just enough to get clean then collapsed onto the bed and was asleep within minutes.
