Journey II

[Sprayman]

Preface

Journey II will be a continuation of the 'Journey Home' thread with some of the same characters and locations. The thread begins about 60 days after the last entry of the original thread.

[Sprayman]

Here I am, hunting again. The barn has been empty for too long now, more than two weeks, and it's time for some new blood. Quixote, my regular hunting partner is out of the country for an undetermined period, on a combination business and pleasure trip. He is visiting a new resort called Joy Beach and is enjoying the resorts many pleasures as he establishes a foundation for our new enterprise.

We plan to become suppliers of the primary commodity needed by the resort. Pretty young females! It seems the resort needs an almost endless supply and pays competitive prices. We normally sell our used females to buyers from the Middle East or Asia but we welcome the new market and hope to strike a bargain.

Meanwhile, I'm back to riding the London tube each evening, searching for fresh meat. I had hoped to track down the oriental girl I almost caught several months ago, but she seems to have left town. Her flat is for let and she in no longer enrolled in her old classes. I guess the near miss alarmed her. Pity, I was hoping for something a bit exotic!

So, I'm back to riding the same line as before, searching for the right situation and the right target. Young and pretty and alone. I've been hunting for four nights now and haven't found the right combination yet. Several near things but something was always out of place. Perhaps tonight will be the night. The time is right and the train is almost empty. I have five more stations to go before I reach the next to last station where the van is parked.

The hunt is on as I begin my sweep through the five carriages, looking for my prey. . .

[Latent Slave]

I boarded the carriage. I didnt' seem to notice the eerie emptiness that surrounded me. I was a little tipsy from the party I'd just left. I wasn't too drunk- I had to leave early. That pompus jock! What made him think he could lunge onto my lap knocking my chair backwards and rub his bare penis in my face... ewwww.. gross. He got up and laughed. Everybody laughed. I was so embarrassed. I'd never seen one that close before... didn't really get a good look anyways, my eyes winced shut in disgust. Back to school on Monday to face the rumors. Oh well, maybe that means he likes me! I smile to myself. I know I'm so darn cute.

I sit down, feeling the cold seat on my ass, and adjust my pink mini that rode up. My selfish girlfriends wouldn't escort me home. Bitches... the boys at the party were more important than my safety. What a bunch of sluts.

[Sprayman]

Moving through the last carriage, which is completely empty, I open the door into the fourth carriage. Only one passenger here, an old man who will get off at the next station. I've seen him the last two nights and know his stop. I pass him by, looking out the far side of the carriage, so that he doesn't get a good look at my face. A waste of time, as he doesn't even look up from the sports section of the paper. Although I've past him three nights in a row, he's never looked at my face. Very few people look a stranger in the eye in this city.

Through the door and into the third carriage - and stop as soon as the door closes behind me. I see a female head with long blond hair leaning back against the seat. She's sitting on the bench right next to the main door and didn't turn at the sound of my door closing. The rest of the carriage is empty. Either she isn't worried or isn't paying attention. You would think that a young woman, at this time of night, at least try to stay alert.

Quietly, I walk toward her, watching her and her reflection in the window next to her. As I get close, I catch the smell of beer and wonder if she is drunk. That would explain her lack of caution. And it gives me an idea of how to proceed. I'm wearing my long canvas duster with the oversized pockets. I have all of my usual hunting equipment, including the very official looking badge and ID in its own leather case. She doesn't look old enough to drink, so I will try the official approach.

Stepping around the end of her seat and blocking her path, I flash the badge and ID and say, "Excuse me Miss. Transit Authority Police. Have you been drinking. . .?"

[Latent Slave]

Reeling about the night's events, I didn't even really notice or care that someone came through the door. I look up and see this man towering over me. He reminded me of my dad, but looks a little older. Are my eyes bloodshot? I try not to make much eye contact. Can he smell it? I realized my bubble gum was stale and I should have had a fresh piece to cover my breath.

"Only one or two," I replied with confidence trying to portray that it wasn't a big deal. I thought it better to at least admit to a couple- the evidence of drinking was obviously apparent to him. I couldn't outright lie. He'll sluff it off and see its not worth his time to pursue the matter further. Girls will be girls, right? Plus, I'm cute... he'll cut me a break. 

I crossed my legs so my skirt rode up a bit and exposed more thigh. I put my shoulders back so my perky breasts would catch his eye. I put on a good pouty lipped, innocent-eyed, cute-girl face. Finally, I look up at him and make good solid eye contact...

"I'm such a good tease," I giggle to myself...

[Sprayman]

Hmm, good looking and a little tipsy. This looks promising. The 'one or two' she admits drinking are more like half a dozen, and possibly even more.

The train slows and stops at the old man's station but no one gets on our carriage. This tipsy young woman thinks that her smile and a bit of leg will get her a pass, and if I were a real copper, they probably would. Unfortunately for her, I plan on seeing a lot more than a bit of thigh. But I look - just to let her think she has my attention. The train pulls out and resumes its journey toward the end of the line and I know that the next station is a close one. In fact, the next two are close.

"Well Miss, I'm going to have to ask to see some identification and ask you a few questions. How far are you going tonight?"

She's going a lot further than she thinks, but she will find that out soon enough.

"You see Miss, we've had all sorts of vandalism on this line and it seems that young people and alcohol are often involved. You don't look the sort, but it's my job to check."

I can feel the train start to slow again for the next station. Two more after this and we will be at the van.

"Now Miss, if I could see your identification please. . . "

[Latent Slave]

Ugh. Stupid pig. He's wasting his time with me. "But my stop is coming up," I rummage through my fashionable leather bag with a sense of urgency and hand him my driver's license, "please hurry, sir. I'm not doing anything wrong and I'm almost home."

I find enough room between us to stand up. I want him to realize I have no intention on dragging this out. I'm almost home and daddy won't be happy to hear an uptight cop made me miss my stop for no good reason.

The man doesn't budge... or blink... or even seem to breathe. Stoic... cold. I start to get the feeling that no amount of good looks is going to help me here. Oh well, my daddy will help me if needs be...

[Sprayman]

"Miss, please sit down. I am conducting an investigation into vandalism and I must insist you remain seated until I'm finished here. Now - - SIT DOWN!"

As I raise my voice and issue the command, I place my hand on her shoulder and apply a downward pressure. The train stops and the door opens, but again, no one boards. As I distract the girl with my voice and the firm pressure on her shoulder, I palm her driver's license while my other hand removes another license from my pocket. This one belongs to Aban, a young Pakistani man who used to work for me.

"Miss, is this supposed to be some kind of joke. This license says your name is Aban Hakim and that you are a 24 year old male. I may be getting old and need glasses for reading, but I'm sure that isn't correct. Now what is going on here?"

The door closes and the train pulls out of the station. Two more to go and so far, I've been lucky. No one has tried to enter this carriage. If I can get through the next two stations without interference, I will have this one captured. Even at 61 years of age, I stand over six foot and weigh 225, and this girl can't weigh more than 115. She is going to do exactly what she is told - one way or the other. If anyone tries to get on, I'll show the badge and ask them to use another carriage while I question a suspect.

"Miss, I'm afraid you will have to accompany me to my office until this matter can be cleared up. Using a false ID is a serious charge. Now remain seated until I tell you to get up. I won't put the cuffs on you as long as you behave and remain seated. . ."

[Latent Slave]

I can't do much to fight against the force of his hand pushing down on my shoulder. I come down on the bench, hard. How dare this big brute touch me? I miss my stop.

I can't believe this is happening. Do I look like a criminal? Common. There must be something more to this. Maybe I shouldn't have teased the sick old man. He's gone power hungry. Didn't get that big case-cracker in his 30's and now he thinks he can be a hero, I bet.

"What? I don't know any Adam Hacking or whatever. My name is Candy Cummings. Somebody must have... I...please sir"

His face is stern and unchanging. I realize very quickly he's not going to change his mind no matter how cute I am or how much I plead. I'm going to have to go down to this office of his... what a pain in the butt.

 "Wait. Let me phone my father." I reach into my bag for my cell....

[Sprayman]

I've been waiting for this. What self-respecting girl over the age of ten wouldn't have a cell phone in her purse. Quick as a flash, the can of Sabre spray is hovering a foot in front of her face. Before her hand is fully into her purse, I shout, "FREEZE - don't move a muscle or I will be forced to gas you. Take that hand out of your purse very slowly and I want the fingers open and spread when it comes out. Move - but very slowly. Believe me, if I gas you, a moderately bad night will become infinitely worse in a heartbeat!"

Eyes wide with shock and fear, she slowly removes her hand from the purse. Moving the spray to my left hand, I take her purse away from her and push it down the bench, out of her reach.

"Now young lady, I didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice. This is as much for your protection as it is for mine. Hold out your hands!"

Fearfully, she extends here hands toward me and I snap one side of the standard police manacles over a wrist. Pulling her to her feet, I quickly fasten the other cuffs on her other wrist with her hands behind her back. Then I push her back down on the seat.

"Sit there, don't move and don't say a word while I look through your purse."

And, once again, a little sleight of hand as I put a cheap Chinese copy of an Italian switchblade in her purse. Then I dump the purse on the bench where she can see me and point to the knife.

"That doesn't look like a cell phone to me, Miss. Switchblade knives are illegal and considered a deadly weapon here. We aren't talking about vandalism any more, now it's a weapons charge at the least and maybe attempted assault on an officer. I recommend you keep your mouth shut until you have an attorney to advise you."

I put her belongings back in her purse, removing the battery and Sim card from her phone as I return it. Some of these new phones can be tracked by satellite. I'll get rid of it along the motorway but no sense taking chances.

As I'm going through her purse, the train stops at the next station. The door opens and then closes. Once again, no one enters the carriage. One more station to go, and then we get off the train and into my van. . .

[Latent Slave]

A few tears come to my eyes. Why is this happening to me? Why is this stuff in my purse? Its not mine. Betcha Johnny put the license and knife in there as some kind of cruel joke.

I can't even call my dad? This cop is so mean. For the first time in my life I'm not going to get my way and its starting to scare me.  I'm shackled like some kind of dirty criminal.

what a fucked up night. I should have went shopping instead of going to that stupid party. Can't wait for this night to be over.

I can't stop the tears now. Its all I can do to stop myself from screaming at this overbearing cop.

[Sprayman]

Look, the stupid bitch is crying now! Not a mark on her pristine little body and she's in tears already. Just wait until we get to the barn! But for now, I'd better try to calm her down. Don't want to attract attention when we get off the train.

"Now look Miss, there;s no need for tears. I'm sure that once we get to my office, this will all get straightened out quickly. You can call your parents or an attorney when we get there. Your cell phone wouldn't work here anyway. The repeater for this line is out of service right now so your call will have to wait until we're out of the tube. If you sit quietly and do as your told, I'll think about removing the cuffs while we go to the office. Of course, I'll have to keep your purse."

The train slows for the last station as I talk. After we leave this one , it's 3 minutes to our stop and my van. In 7 minutes from now, I'll be on the motorway headed out of London.

"Miss, my vehicle is at the next station. In 15 minutes you can be talking to your dad and this will soon be done. If you promise to behave, I'll remove the cuffs when we pull in to the next station. You will behave now, won't you. . . ?"

[Latent Slave]

His words are calming. Maybe I over-exaggerated, but it sounded like I was in big trouble. I start to shiver.... not out of fear, but some sort of physiological reaction that I can't control. My legs feel numb. I look down and congratulate myself on my tanned and toned legs. They are especially looking great thanks to my brand new open-toed, strappy, heels. Good choice. The brief narcissism is soothing as it takes my mind off the crappy situation I'm in.

"I'll be good, I promise. I just want to get this over with. Its been such a bad night. I think a guy I know planted that stuff in my bag. He's really been harrassing me lately."

I can't wait to get out of public view and have been lucky so far that nobody has seen me in this state.

[Sprayman]

The doors close and the train starts moving again, toward the next stop and my van. I've been lucky so far, no one getting on this carriage and no one walking through the train.

"Alright Miss, I'm going to give you one more chance. Stand up and turn around and I'll unlock the cuffs. No need to embarrass you walking through the station like that. I will have to hold your arm though. Can't have you running away when the door opens. Don't forget, I have the gas cannister right here in my hand. If you try any funny business, I will be forced to make you very sorry."

The stupid cunt stands and turns her back, so I can remove the cuffs. I unlock them and drop them in my pocket. The Sabre spray is in my left hand and I take hold of her upper arm with my right. Bending, I put my left hand through the strap of her purse and shrug it up toward my shoulder.

Now it's time for just a bit of fun. Not much - just a little. I want to see if this little pussy has the guts to say anything. With my right hand holding her upper arm, I rotate the knuckles until they press firmly into the side of her tight little tit. It's a small pleasure, but all I can afford right now. My eyes stare out through the window as I wait for her to complain. If she even notices, of course.

The train begins to slow for our station. . .

[Latent Slave]

I'm shakey on my legs, but thank god he removed the cuffs. I don't want anyone to think i'm some kind of criminal. Besides, my delicate wrists were starting to hurt. In the process he accidently nudged my boob. Ewwww... I need an extra long shower when I get home.

"I won't be running anywhere, sir. I just want this night over with." His grip remains tight. "you don't have to hold onto me so hard. I'm not going anywhere."

The train slows to a stop and i'm glad to be getting off soon. I hope the station is empty; I don't want anyone to see me escorted to a police car. This is so embarrassing.