Journey II

[Sprayman]

"Very well, now Miss, we are going to go across the platform and over to the right side stairs. My vehicle is parked close by and it's only a few blocks to my office. Then you can make your phone calls and get this all resolved. I go off shift at 11, so you will be turned over to the Matron at the office."

"She will assist you from there. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but a switchblade knife is a serious matter. It sounds like your friend's idea of a prank has caused both of us some problems tonight. By the way Miss, I should warn you that I'm driving an unmarked vehicle, since I don't wear a uniform for this type of patrol."

As I talk and we walk across the platform to the stairs, I'm pleased to see that the station is completely empty. As we climb the steps into the cool night air, I make sure my knuckles rub the side of her tit with every step. . .

[Latent Slave]

Although he seemed to be treating me a little nicer now, he didn't loosen his grip at all, and the way he was holding my arm, I could feel his fist pressing into my boob. If it were anyone else,  I would be yelling at him and maybe even slap him across the face. But, this old bugger probably doesn't even realize he's doing it and I don't want to piss him off. I start to feel my nipples perk up. "Its just the cold night air," I tell myself. I try to ignore it and remain as cooperative as possible. 

I can't wait to tell dad how this cop has been treating me, he'll ream him out for sure. Johnny's gonna get it too.

Thank god no one is to be seen as we head towards the cop's vehicle.

[Sprayman]

"Here we are Miss. I'm very sorry, but regulations say you have to sit in back. It's only a short ride and then this will all be over. Let me just help you in."

Still holding her arm, I open the side cargo door of my waiting van. I can't help but marvel at the ease of this capture. No one has seen me with the girl. The street is completely empty and the area is dark. No one has bothered to replace the streetlight since I broke it two months ago, and the area around the van is almost pitch black. The cargo area light is turned off so the inside of the van is as black as a cave.

"Watch your step Miss. The overhead light doesn't work and we wouldn't want you to trip."

With the door open and the girl still cooperating like the stupid cow that she is, I take a last look around, and finding the coast clear, remove the stun gun from my pocket, press it quickly to her neck, and give her 2 or 3 zaps of 600,000 volts of electricity. Lifting and pushing her now limp body into the van, I pull the side door shut and lay her down on the floor.

Working by feel in the blackness of the van, I quickly attach the waiting cuffs to her ankles and wrists. She's now chained to the van in four places. Then I reach under the passenger seat and remove one of the black cotton hoods. Over her head and pull the drawstring tight under her chin.

In about a minute, Miss Candy Cummings is secured and ready to transport. This has been a remarkably easy capture. Thank the powers for stupid women. This girl has a woman's body but her head must be completely empty.

Climbing into the front and sitting behind the wheel, I start the van and head south toward the A20.

Candy's purse is now on the passenger seat, so I dump it out and find her cell phone. I'll throw it out the window in a dark spot somewhere along the motorway.

Candy will be coming to her senses soon, so I'll have plenty of company for the journey home. . .

[Sprayman]

OOC - Latent Slave will no longer post as Candy Cummings. The character will be posted by alexiew beginning with the next post. Welcome to the thread alexiew! - IC

[alexiew]

What the hell is wrong with my neck?  Why is it so dark?  I can't see anything!  Am I dead?  No, I can't be dead- I'm thinking and I can hear and feel movement.  Im moving?  That's right!  That cop is taking me to the police station.  Wait, if we're going to the police station, why am I laying down?

OMG, the cop is going to try to trade sex for the ticket.  Gross, he's like... old!  Wait until my daddy hears about this.  This cop'll be in jail so fast.  As soon as we get to his house, I'm going to call my daddy, then he'll wish he'd left me alone!  "Where are you taking me?  I know what you are trying to do, and it won't work!  I am not going to have sex with you to get out of a ticket.  That's gross!"

[Sprayman]

“I’m happy that you are finally talking, Miss Cummings. It will help to pass the time. We have a ways to go tonight. Let me assure you that I have no intention of trading sex for anything. I may as well be honest with you. I’m not a policeman; in fact, I’m much closer to the other end of the spectrum. You haven’t been arrested, you stupid bitch, you’ve been kidnapped!”

”Now, shut up for a minute. I have to make a call. When I’m finished, we can talk some more but for now, keep your mouth shut.”

Taking my phone from the console, I speed dial an associate of mine called the ‘Moth’ to alert him of our approximate arrival time. Moth agrees to meet us at the barn and since he is closer, get things ready for our arrival. He sounds pleased when I tell him of my easy capture. Moth has been waiting for almost two months for us to get a new play toy!

Candy should make him very happy!

“Now then Miss Cummings, lets get acquainted. I’m sure you don’t mind if I become less formal and call you Candy, do you? My name is not important but I’m usually called Sprayman, or Spray for short. My associate is Mothbrad or Moth for short. Obviously, they are not our real names and as I said, they aren’t important.”

“You will refer to both of us as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ only and you will speak only when spoken to. Since we have a long ride ahead of us, I will allow you to speak freely for the duration of the drive. Do not forget the proper way to address me however, or you will be very sorry.”

[mothbrad]

I can't believe my ears - Spray has another one, another delicate little piece of meat to enjoy for as long as we can keep her.  Hell, it has been a while, and I was getting tired of getting my kicks watching old dirty movies and reading made up fantasies in books.  This is going to be the real thing again, at last.

I jump in the car, barely taking the time to put on my seatbelt, and head off towards the barn.  I don't bother to bring too many  things with me - there will always be time to head back home and grab any more 'toys' if we need them, and besides, there's enough rope in the trunk of my car to keep any girl nice and still while we have our way with her.

I look over to the passenger seat, and smile that I still have my toolbox with me.  Even though I hardly ever use any of the pliers, hammers and other 'handyman' appliances for the regular reasons any more, my car looks enough like one belonging to a plumber or electrician that nobody ever raises an eyebrow when they see them.  Hell - why should they?  It's a good thing that mindreading isn't common, otherwise I'd be in deep trouble.

I pull up to the barn and jump out, grabbing everything I think I'll need.  I start to wonder what sort of a girl has a name like 'Candy'.  Seems too good to be true - like a character name in a bad movie.  Well, she is going to find that life isn't always so sweet when you come across Spray and Moth, that's for sure!  I know that, aside from everything else, Spray has immaculate taste, so she's at least going to be worth looking at.  I walk into the barn and pull out the ladder, re-attaching the hooks to the ceiling, and moving over the pieces of furniture into position.  I can't wait for them to arrive!

[alexiew]

"My daddy is going to kill you when he finds out you've kidnapped me!  He will have the REAL police all over your ass.  And, if you think I'm going to call you Master or Sir, then you're even dumber than you look.  Apparently, you don't know who I am.  I am Candace Cummings, Captin of the Cedar High School cheer team, and my daddy is Arthur Cummings.  As in THE Arthur Cummings, you know, Cummings and Anderson LAW FIRM!!  My daddy is the top prosecutor in the CITY, and he will KILL YOU, YOU DUMB ASSOLE!!!  NOW, LET ME GO!!!!!!

[Sprayman]

“My goodness, such nasty language coming from such a pretty girl. To look at you one wouldn’t think you knew words like asshole! As for the rest of what you said, I couldn’t care less. Over the years, I’ve kidnapped more than seventy girls from the London tube and I haven’t been caught yet. If you count the girls my associates have taken, the number is well over one hundred.”

“Your father may be the best prosecutor in London but I doubt he has won every case. My associates and I are most certainly the best kidnappers in England because we’ve never been caught. In fact, none of us have ever been questioned by the police about any of the cases. Two years ago, I caught the daughter of a member of the House of Lords. Scotland Yard is still trying to find her but they haven’t even looked at me.”

“As for calling me sir, before the night is done, you will have learned how big a mistake you’ve just made. I don’t imagine your wonderful daddy has ever even spanked your spoiled little ass. When I have you striped naked and start using my bullwhip on your ass, you will call me anything I want!”

Coming to a dark and lonely stretch of the A20 motorway, I roll down my window and throw Candy’s cell phone into the water filled drainage swale. The battery follows it a minute later. The SIM card will be burned at my farm the next time I light a fire. So much for tracking Candy’s Passionate Pink cell phone.

[alexiew]

I was starting to get really scared.  I remember when Sophie Dearing went missing- there were never any clues found, and they NEVER did find her. 

Is he really going to hit me?

"Look....Sir, I think we got off on the wrong foot.  If you return me unharmed, my parents will give you all the money you want."

[Sprayman]

“Wrong foot, I suppose that would be one way to put it Candy. Since you decided to start using the proper form of address, perhaps I won’t whip you bloody right away. I will still whip you though, rest assured of that.”

“As for the money… let’s just say that I have buyers for a pretty young girl like you. Lots of them, and I won’t have to worry about Scotland Yard marking the money or putting a radio tracer in the bag. My buyers pay in cash with no strings attached. They don’t want Scotland Yard or Interpol sticking their noses in any more than I do.”

“Moth and I will play with you for a while and break you in a bit, then sell you to the highest bidder. We have an arrangement in the works with a resort called Joy Beach and I think you will probably end up on their staff - - as a trained sex slave!”

“I hear from a close friend named Quixote that it is a lovely place.”

[alexiew]

OMG, he's really serious.  He's going to rape me, and sell me into sexual slavery.  This can't be happening.  I've never even touched a penis before.  I've had boyfriends, and we've made out and stuff, but I'd never let a guy have sex with me until after I finish school.  Do you know what happens to your body if you get pregnant?  It would totally mean the end of my cheer career!  And he's going to sell me into sexual slavery?  Surely, he's kidding!  I mean, I'm a cheer captin!  I can't be a slave.

[Sprayman]

"You're very quiet back there, Candy. Perhaps now you realize the seriousness of your situation. After we get to my barn, it won't take very long for you to be completely convinced. By now, Moth is probably there, eagerly setting up his favorite devices and wondering when we will arrive. Only about 30 more minutes, and we'll have you out of your clothes and enjoying the start of your new life. Doesn't that sound exciting?"

She actually is very quiet back there. I wonder if she's trying to think of some way to get out of this. I think I'll wait a little while yet, and if she doesn't start talking to me, find some place to pull over and torment her a little. Pinching a nipple or sticking a finger up her cunt is sure to get some sort of responce.

And I do love it when they cry...!

[alexiew]

I am so scared.  He's really serious.  I begin to shake.  I have to get out of here.

"Mister... look, we can work something out, can't we?  I mean you seem like a resonable kind of guy.  If you let me go, I swear I won't tell anyone about this.  Come on, you don't really want to do this."

[Sprayman]

“Thank you Candy, I believe I am a very reasonable person. What you don’t seem to understand are my reasons. They are quite simple really and make a lot of sense when you look at them logically. You are first and foremost, a valuable commodity. One that is always in great demand in the world market and for which there are hundreds of extremely wealthy buyers just waiting for the chance to purchase!”

“Secondly, I’m an old man who really enjoys fucking beautiful young women like you. I don’t want a relationship or marriage. We have nothing in common and I certainly can’t see myself having a real conversation with you or another girl your age. I just want to fuck girls like you.”

“Now let me ask you a question and please be honest when you answer. Would you let an old man like me stick my dick in all your holes willingly? I mean seriously, would you suck my cock just because I asked you nicely? Or would you willingly let me shove it up your cute little ass? Honestly now… would you…?”

"And by the way Candy, it's Master... not Mister!"