Doug always found heist movies amusing. He thought he enjoyed them the same way doctors enjoyed ER or House. They always seemed to make everything so overly complex, relying upon layer after layer of plans, for so many things to fall perfectly in place. Doug knew that there was always too much that could go wrong with plans like that. "Keep it simple, stupid" was a rule by which Doug lived and worked.
In the end, it wasn't that hard. Bill's compound was designed to keep people in, not out. Bill had become too reliant on the magic of his collars, too. Doug slipped into the compound late at night and found Elaine's room. The bars were bolted on, but some acid took care of them. Sometimes, even WD40 and a wrench worked, but Doug was worried about the noise. The bars were off, some quick work on the window lock and he was in her room. She was sound asleep, but a quick shot of tranquilizer from a hypodermic and she was not going to wake up for a while. Doug cut off her collar, rolled her in a bag, passed her out the window to Anna and J.J. below and climbed down himself. A hasty jaunt to the waiting car a quarter mile away (not that easy while carrying an unconscious slave) and they were off with their prize with no complications.
Doug was proud of himself for the work. A lot of people in his line of work did the kind of heists they made movies about: they stole jewels or art or money. Doug usually just stole information, whether in human form or other. Information could get you lots of money without all of the complications that came with stealing tangible valuables. People always knew when property was missing and had to claim for insurance; sometimes they didn't even know when he'd stolen information. And if you stole property, they were more likely to come after you.
Doug knew that they were going to miss the slave, but what could they really do about it? No one was going to call the police on him. Maybe Bill would send someone after him, but J.J. said that Bill lacked that capacity. He was all bark and no bite, J.J. assured him. Doug knew, however, that there were people you could hire that would do the dirty work and Bill had the money to do it. J.J. was overly dismissive, in Doug's opinion.
Doug, Anna and J.J. sat in a RV in the middle of the desert. They were beside an old rundown shack and a Camaro on blocks slowly melting into the landscape. Someone had made a go of living here until fairly recently, exactly how was a mystery, but they had kept the bills paid. They had made the mistake of running into J.J. when he was in one of his moods. Now they didn't need the property, or anything else for that matter, any more. Elaine was in the bedroom of the camper. According to Doug's calculations, she would probably be coming to any time soon.
"So, explain to me what happens next?" Doug said with exaggerated slowness. A quick look at J.J. and Anna and Doug could see the desire in their eyes for Elaine. The woman was in for a rough time.
"Short term?" J.J. asked and then without waiting for an answer, continued, "we fuck the shit out of her. Medium term? We sell her and make lots of money. Long term? We all, except for Elaine, live happily ever after."
Doug pursed his lips. There was a lust and desire in both Anna and J.J. for the girl that made Doug nervous. It was the look addicts got sometimes when they were in need of a fix. These two would not make rational thoughts about the girl; their judgment would be clouded by desire and a need to satisfy their own goals with her. Doug just wanted the money. More than that, though, Doug could see himself getting drawn into the slave, too. There was something about Elaine that sucked people in and once you had her you had to have her again and again.
Doug looked back and forth between Anna and J.J. There was no way this was going to end well. They would be plotting against each other, trying to play him against the other, and generally fighting each other the entire way. His instincts told him to get out before he got hit in the crossfire.
"I think I better cash out," Doug said. "I'll take ten thousand and be on my way."
"You can get much more when we sell her," Anna said, almost pleading. She wanted Doug here; he was better company than J.J. and far more professional.
"Maybe. But something tells me that this is going to go bad, really bad. I'll take a discount to get out now," Doug answered. The girl was trouble, big trouble, and Doug wanted to be as far away from her and as far away from Anna and J.J. as he could as fast as he could.
Anna was going to try to convince Doug to stay on, maybe more money for a few days more, but J.J. was already counting out hundreds from his stash.
"And one hundred," J.J. handed Doug a stack of bills. "Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out."
Anna sighed. Doug was a professional and J.J. seemed to be doing his best to irritate him. Doug took the bills and smiled, not rising to J.J.'s baiting. Without another word he left.
Doug walked to his car. He looked back at the camper. Something about all of this just did not sit right with him. There was some sexual frustration about not getting to fuck the girl, but his instincts told him to just walk away. Anna played her own game; she generally knew what she was doing. She might be evil, but she was rational. J.J. was another story. He was erratic, violent, emotional and completely un-trustworthy. Only a fool would stay partners for long with him, which made Doug wonder about Anna more.
Doug got in his car, started it up. Just at a hunch, he thought he might look up an old friend in Las Vegas. He looked up the address in his old address book and went off to see Hunter.
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"Who gets her first?" J.J. asked with a wicked smile.
"Me," Anna replied curtly, as if there was no need for discussion. "You're going to make a mess of her. Me first, then you." There was a glint in her eye that J.J. found intriguing. He was game to see what Anna had planned for Elaine. He was going to get his time with Elaine, he might as well see what Anna could do with her.
"Fine," J.J. grabbed his keys. "I'll drive." He and Anna had already planned to sell Elaine to The Studio. J.J. did not tell Anna all the details of what would happen to Elaine, but he stressed that they were, by a pretty large margin, the highest bidder. J.J. did also not tell Anna that he lied about The Studio's bid. It was the highest, but not by that much. But by the time they got the slave to Canada, it would be too late to do anything about it.
Anna was glad to be rid of him for a while. J.J. started the RV up and they began rolling down the road. Anna peeked in and saw that Elaine was stirring. Anna wanted the slave fully aware of what was being done to her so she went to put on a pot of coffee. The German hummed to herself as she readied for the fun. Anna had long been into women, but her time in East Germany had soured her on making reality of her desires. Having her lover burned up in a car wreck and being forced to be a sex toy to Manfred to keep it quiet had driven her deep into the closet.
Then along came Elaine. Anna had been a housekeeper/slavekeeper before for other Association members. She had always enjoyed tormenting the slaves, paddling them at every chance and doing her best to dominate and humiliate them, but she had never really been tempted to use one. Elaine was different, the small blonde had enticed her like none before and Anna had given in. She had happily enjoyed the pretty slave then sold her to J.J. After she had stabbed and killed Manfred, she felt free of her past shame and fear about being with women. Now her only regret was not making better use of Elaine when she had the chance.
Well, Anna thought, today was a new day. She slung her bag with her toys over her shoulder and poured two cups of coffee.
Elaine awoke feeling fuzzy. She had been drugged, she was aware of that. What that meant was beyond her at the moment. She was somewhere new; this was not her room in Bill's compound. The last thing she remembered was the sharp pain of a needle sticking into her butt, now she was, somewhere.
Elaine rose to a sitting position. Her body ached, being gangbanged certainly made for a sore morning after. There was a metal chain that ran from her collar to a hook in the wall. The hook looked like it had been added at the last minute; it was obviously bolted onto the wall with no care to make it look nice. Elaine's hands were cuffed behind her and her ankles together. She was not going anywhere. It took her a second to realize that this was not the same collar she had been wearing at Bill's. That had been mesh, this was leather.
The room was small and dark. Light peeked out from under the corner of closed curtains and Elaine could start to make out her current prison. It was a small room, a bed and some shelves along the wall. It reminded her a bit of the houseboat Syd had taken her on, it was moving, but it felt like road and not water so she did not think it was a boat. Of course, in her slightly drugged state, she could be imagining it.
Who had her now? She had been stolen and passed from man to man already and realized that her fate was out of her hands for the moment. She tried to relax and save her strength, she was sure she was going to need it. What had she gotten into this time?
The door opened. Elaine was briefly blinded by the light and she could not make out who was coming in.
"Hello, slave," the voice was unmistakable.
"Hello, Anna," Elaine said with a hint of distaste in her voice. Anna had been her keeper when she first came to Roy's. The tall, blonde German had paddled Elaine every chance she got, finding everything Elaine did wrong and inventing mistakes if there were none to be found. Anna had sold Elaine to J.J. and that was the last Elaine had seen of her. Being back in Anna's possession did not bode well.
