Journey III

[Sprayman]

Introduction to Journey III

Journey II has been suspended pending the return of Latent Slave to the story as Candy Cummings. It may continue at some point in future.

Journey III is a new role play loosely based on ‘The Journey Home’ and ‘Journey II’ with the same setting and some of the same characters. The new female character is named Kelly Tarason played by dirtyroleplaying. Journey III will begin in the usual way, with Sprayman hunting a new victim on the London tube.

Let the story begin…

[Sprayman]

Another late night riding the tube under the streets of London. I'm hunting again, looking for a new girl to capture and carry back to my estate in the south of England. I've been hunting for three nights now without success. It seems that pretty girls don't ride the tube alone at night much any more. Perhaps the fact that some go missing is causing the rest to be more cautious. Whatever the reason, I haven't seen a single possibility in my evening search. It's almost time to call it a night. One more sweep through the carriages and it will be back to my rented room alone again. Perhaps tomorrow night will be better.

The last carriage, the one I'm riding in now, is completely empty. It has been that way since the beginning of this run. I move to the connecting door and into the next car. It has two old woman and an even older man sitting together near the side door. None of them look up as I pass by but I keep my face turned to the side anyway. Few people stare at this hour. They don't want to attract attention any more than I do. On to the next connecting door and into the next carriage.

At first glance, this one seems completely empty as was the carriage I rode in. Then I see just the top of someones head over the back of a seat near the front of the carriage. Black hair, but I can't tell from here if it belongs to a man or a woman. I'll have to get closer and have a look. Maybe tonight won't be a waste after all.

Moving slowly up the aisle, I begin to make out the shape of a young black woman's head and neck. A young and pretty black  woman, staring out the window into the dark tunnel. The rest of the carriage is empty and she doesn't seem to be aware of my approach. Perhaps she is dozing or intoxicated. Reaching into the pockets of my long canvas overcoat, I grasp my stungun with one hand and the badge case holding the official looking badge in the other. I don't yet know which I'll need to control this one.

"Excuse me, Miss..."

[dirtyroleplaying]

“Oh my, what a day it has been.” I say to myself as I take my seat on the train. All I want is to hurry and get home so that I can light some candles, listen to some soft music, and soak in a long hot bath. Doing community service is definitely challenging at times when there is not much help. You’d be surprised at how many people actually stay in the neighborhood and would not offer to help make their neighborhood a safer place. Well my parents have taught me to love what it is we do and helping this city has now become a passion of mine.  Now that I have my bachelor’s degree and a steady job I can definitely devote more time to it, well at least until I begin graduate school.

I planned on leaving that community center at least 3 hours ago. But the owner said he needed some help with the finances and something didn’t look right with the books. Well since accounting is my expertise I was more than glad to assist in anyway I could. When I looked at the books and all the financial documents, I knew that the job would probably take days. I did what I could but lost track of time in the process. If it had not been for my cell phone ringing at the time I would probably still be at the center. I thanked my friend for calling after I realized the time and began packing to leave. What can I say; it’s so easy to lose track of time when you are doing a job you love so much, especially if you are helping someone who really needs it.

At least this train ride will be peaceful as there is no one in this carriage. I am so tired; I could just close my eyes now and probably fall right asleep. I laugh at myself because I know that would not be wise being I would miss my stop. It’s the next 3 stops from here so it will not take long at all. As I look out the window, I begin to dose off. I catch myself; shake my head to trying to wake up. I try to focus on the buildings passing by………Moments later, I hear someone say, “Excuse me, Miss?”

I realize I dose off again. I sit up straight, turning towards him, I say “Yes, oh im sorry, “ I chuckle. “How can I help you?” I really didn’t get a good look of the gentlemen as I’m more concerned with did I miss my stop. As I say this, I look out the window again making sure I haven’t missed my stop. I can’t tell as now, we are in the dark tunnel and im not sure what stop is coming up.  While looking out the window, I ask the gentlemen, “Do you know what stop we are approaching?”

[Sprayman]

When I speak to her, she seems dazed. The badge probably won’t be needed but my other hand still holds the stun gun. I hate having to use it as she won’t be able to walk for some minutes after. It is quiet and doesn’t do lasting harm however. After a moment, I shift my empty hand from the badge case to the flick knife that is also in that pocket. Its seven inch stiletto blade is very imposing and works wonders getting a girl’s attention.

Then she asks if I know what station is next. As it happens, I do. My van is parked outside the next station on a dark side street with little traffic at this time of night. The streetlight closest to my van is out of order; thanks to a well-aimed pebble I used to break it several months ago. Streets Maintenance hasn’t yet repaired it! The van is almost invisible as a result.

“Yes Miss, I do know the next station. It’s where we will be getting off. At this time of night it will be deserted and there will be no one to call to help you. You will come with me to my vehicle. If you do as I say, I won’t be forced to hurt you. If you struggle or scream… well… lets just say you will be sorry. I won’t hesitate to use this!”

With that, I take the knife out of my pocket and press the button. The shiny razor sharp blade springs from the ebony handle, flickering in the light as it deploys.

“You wouldn’t want me to ruin that pretty face now, would you? I would hate to take your beauty away forever, but I will do in an instant if you don’t do exactly as I say. The train will be stopping in a few moments. When it does, you will stand and I will take your arm. We will leave the carriage; walk quietly through the station, and up to the street. If we see anyone, you will not speak or call out. The knife will be hidden in my free hand and I’ll slit your throat if you speak or try to run.”

“Do you understand?”

[dirtyroleplaying]

At first the man says he knows what station is next and I wonder why is he talking about his car? Then he tells me to follow him. I figure this can’t be real. As the man continues to speak, I turn to him and the first thing I see is something swinging out near my face. I have to do a double take before I realize what it is. I nearly jump out of my skin, my jaw drops in shock, on top of that the man words are “If you do as I say, I won’t be forced to hurt you. If you struggle or scream… well… lets just say you will be sorry. I won’t hesitate to use this!”  There are no words to describe my feelings. I became so afraid I froze as he continued to talk. I couldn’t utter a sound and I couldn’t think so I did not know what to do next.  I heard everything he said, but it’s like you never expect these types of things to happen in real life. No one teaches you, how to handle crisis like if an old man, who looks as strong as the man standing in front of me does, what to do.

He asks me, “Do you understand?”   I close my eyes for a second hoping this would all go away. When I open them he was still standing right there, seems to be even closer to my face. I scooted a little back towards the window in the train. I open my mouth slightly at first to scream, but then nothing comes out. I try to talk to myself about this situation but it’s getting harder by the second. After his threat I rationalize it may not be too wise to scream as it looks like he is way too comfortable and he may kill me. After what seems like an eternity, my brain begins to work and I finally managed to utter in a soft fearful tone, “Mister, please. Take my purse, I have 2 debit cards and I think I have $40 cash. I will give you my pin number to the cards. Please don’t do this.” I look out the corners of my eyes hoping anyone is on this carriage praying that anyone would come before the next stop. The train is beginning to slow down; I hope my money is enough to satisfy him. “My pin number is 0012.” The scary old man does not move; I think to myself, he has to take this money and my cards if he doesn’t I may be in trouble I don’t know how to defend myself when it comes to weapons. I’m so scared.

[Sprayman]

“It never ceases to amaze me. Why does every woman think everything is about money? I will tell you the same thing that I have told others. I have sufficient funds of my own and do not need your small contribution. If this was about money, I wouldn’t choose a teenager to rob. I’d choose someone that had real money. Enough to keep me for more than a day.”

“Now stand up, the train is slowing, and we will be getting off at this station. Don’t forget what I said. Keep your mouth shut and walk with me. I’m stronger than you and have many years of martial arts training. I may be getting on in years but that doesn’t mean I can’t snap your neck if you try to escape. As you will soon understand, I am not a nice person, and you don’t want to anger me. In fact, you will want to do everything in your power to keep me happy. If I’m happy there may be less pain for you.”

The train begins to slow as I finish my little speech. The words are intended to instill fear and keep my captive focused. Every capture is different. Every girl responds in her own special way but all fear the knife and my words. I don’t want her to think! I want her to obey. Reaching out with my left hand, I grasp her arm.

“Get on your feet. It’s time to go…!”

[dirtyroleplaying]

The more and more this old man talked, the more afraid I became. It all happened a little too fast for me. I couldn’t think because this situation didn’t allow me to. It’s like this guy knew exactly when to approach me or something, like it was a setup, he already planned this, or he had done it several times before.  Whatever it was, I could only focus on the things he was saying to me instead of trying to figure out how the hell to get away from him. By the time he finished his talking I was so afraid to do anything because of the things he mentioned. I think to myself OH MY GOD, IF I DON’T DO WHAT HE SAY HE WILL KILL ME! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME! I don’t know the look on my face right now but I can tell it’s pure horror and disbelief.

When he grabs me by the arm, more reality begins to set in. “Awhh. You’re hurting me, please let me go.”  My words couldn’t have been much louder than a whisper, that’s just how afraid I was. As I look into his eyes, I get more afraid, as I didn’t see any compassion towards my fear. He had to know I was afraid out of my mind, but he didn’t care based on what I saw in his eyes. At this moment I begin to cry because I knew something very bad was going to happen to me and right now with his strength and the knife it is nothing I can do to stop it.

[Sprayman]

“I haven’t begun to hurt you yet. Stop your blubbering or I’ll give you something to cry about and it will be much worse that just holding your arm. I told you to stand up!”

I can see the fear and horror in her eyes. It sends a pleasant twinge of sensation down my spine. Making a girl cry has always given me a stiff cock. The terror in her eyes makes the tears sweeter. I really don’t want her to stop crying but it will be best if her eyes are dry when we leave the train. I don’t expect anyone to be about, but you can’t be too careful. To keep her fear at peak, I decide to give a small demonstration of my strength. Just because my hair is gray doesn’t mean I’m weak. Using just my left hand, I lift her up out of her seat and stand her on her feet.

“Wipe your eyes and do it quickly. Then walk with me to my van. The knife will be in my right hand as we go, so don’t even think about trying to pull away. Killing you would be a terrible waste but I will if I must.”

As I speak, the train comes to a stop and a moment later the door opens onto a deserted and quiet platform. This stop is almost always deserted at this time of night.

“Your ride awaits, my dear. I’m sure by now you are thinking of escape. Just keep in mind how much the knife will hurt as it goes in. I’m told it feels like ice as it cuts! And then like fire...!”

[dirtyroleplaying]

“AWHH!” He yanks me up with only his left arm barely using any of his body to help him! I think if I’m going to get away I have to do something now and I have to do it fast. I dry my face as instructed by the man. I listen to him talk more about his knife, I look down at it and I believe every word that he says. I start to ignore and think of some type of plan to get away, because I know from watching movies and looking at the news, if you have an opportunity to run you take it. Most people who attempt an escape normally gets away alive. The people who cooperate normally are the ones who end up dead. I have my whole life to live and I am not ready to die.

We begin walking out of the train. His grip is so tight and he is too strong for me, I feel like he is cutting off my blood circulation in my arm. He is walking at a normal pace which is surprising to me; I wonder why he isn’t in a rush?  When we step out of the train my question is answered. There are little to no people in the station. I see about 3 people entering different carriages at the far end of the train as we step off.  I think why they didn’t board on this carriage. He grips my arm tighter, I want to yell but I don’t. I look at him and see the mean stare he gives me. I feel like I read his mind and he says, If you try to run, I will hurt you. I look away instantly; I don’t need him distracting me. As we continue walking just as I begin to lose hope that I will find help in this station, a man with a business suit runs towards the carriage we just gotten off of trying to catch the train before we leave.

I look up to the sky and say thank you Jesus to myself and then I yell as loud as I can as the man is dead in front of me. “WAIT! PLEASE WAIT! MISTER, HELP ME, IM BEING KIDNAPPED! HE HAS A KNIFE! CALL 911!" I feel you squeezing my arm even harder and I yell out! AAWWWHHHHHH!” At this point I’m crying like a baby and constantly pulling away from you. The man has stopped and the man looks really concerned. I think my arm may be hurting like hell right now but it is all worth it. I decide to make you look even worse. "HE’S REALLY HURTING MY ARM! CALL 911! HE’S TRYING TO KILL ME! HEEELLPPPP!”

[Sprayman]

The stupid cow starts screaming at a man who comes out of the shadows and trots toward us to enter the carriage we just exited. He stops, looking confused, as she squawks about me hurting her arm. She will pay for this when I have her in the barn! Right now I have to defuse the situation quickly, so I drop the flick knife back into my coat pocket, closing it as I keep my body between the knife and the businessman. The knife disappears and I take out the badge case instead. Flipping it open, I hold the badge in front of my face.

“Move along sir, this is police business. This young woman is under arrest and is intoxicated with drugs of some type. Continue on your way and I’ll deal with her.”

The official looking badge does its magic. The man takes one quick look at it, steps around us, and disappears into the carriage. He may remember the incident tomorrow but not my face and that’s all that is important. The station in front of us is completely empty now and the way to the stairs and the dark street beckons. My grip on the girl’s arm hasn’t slackened and I use it to propel her in the direction I wish to go. I don’t bother to chastise her at this point. That will come when she is in my playroom. She will pay for her stupidity. Oh yes… she will pay!

Keeping her constantly off balance and never stopping, we move across the station and up the stairs to the dark and empty street above. When I’m sure the street is empty, I switch hands, letting go of her arm after grabbing a handful of her shiny black hair. This allows me to remove the stun gun from my left coat pocket. No more threats… and no more playing. Let’s see how she likes 500,000 volts disconnecting her brain from her body.

Moving around the corner into the inky darkness by my van, I press the stun gun to the side of her neck and discharge it. With a soft exhalation, she goes completely limp and hangs from the handful of hair that I hold. Except for involuntary twitches, she is completely paralyzed, and will stay that way for several minutes. She can’t even cry out now.

Moving quickly, I open the side door of the van and push her in. The inside of the van is pitch black but I know where everything is. I’ve done all this many times before and the darkness is my friend. I stretch her out on the thin mattress and cuff her hands to the cargo tie downs with the waiting manacles, then do the same with her ankles. She is now spread-eagled on her back with wrists and ankles encased in police grade manacles. Feeling under the passenger seat, I draw out one of the cotton hoods, pull it down over her head, and tie the drawstring under her chin. In less than a minute, she is packaged and ready for transport.

She is still limp but I know she is conscious and can hear my voice and I can’t help but taunt her a bit.

“Well bitch, how did your escape plan work? That will cost you an extra hour of torture later tonight in my playroom. Nothing is free and you will most certainly pay for your stupidity.”

Backing out of the van’s side door and closing it behind me, I feel around and find her purse, which she dropped when I stunned her. I’ll go through it during the drive out of London and dispose of her cell phone in a ditch somewhere along the motorway. Climbing into the driver’s seat, I start the engine, and move away into the night toward the A20 motorway and my estate. A new captive and a black one at that. We’ve never had a black as far as I remember. This should be fun…!

[dirtyroleplaying]

I’m so shocked when this old man pulls out a badge that looks extremely real, I think this is a cop and he’s kidnapping people.  He can’t do this he is taking advantage of his badge.  The man begins to walk away. “Sir, please don’t go, get his badge number or something! PLEASE. You have to believe me! AAWWWW” I scream as he continues to pull me away. He is walking so fast, I’m about to fall trying to keep up with him. “Please let me go, I’m begging you to let me go!” He doesn’t respond to any of my pleas. He forces me up the stairs with his pull on my arm. I can now see his van and I begin to cry more realizing I can’t get away. “PLEASE NO!” Still no response and he’s now walking even faster. I look around and no one is out plus its pitch black. I think why are no street lights on this stupid street?!  I want to scream but it’s no telling what he will do if I do scream and no one is around and if I did scream so I decide not to scream.

When we reach his van I decide to just try to talk to him one last time, before I can open my mouth, he grabs my hair really tight  and I feel the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life, maybe because I have an extremely low tolerance for pain. I felt like something a million times stronger than me had a grip on me and was shaking me uncontrollably. My neck back and chest was killing me. I could not breathe, and my head was pounding. I didn’t know what it was, and didn’t want to think of what it was. All I knew when I didn’t want him to do it again. I couldn’t move! No matter how hard I try I couldn’t move. That’s when I realize it was a stun gun. Every time I manage to open my eyes I saw this man tying me down in his van and I couldn’t move! You have no idea what it’s like to see someone slowly kidnap you and you can’t say anything at all or lift a finger to stop them.

And the worst part was him putting a hood on my head, all I could do was cry, I couldn’t feel anything! Tied up in a van, pitch black because of a hood on your head, not knowing anything such as where are you going, who is the person kidnapping you, what do he want with you, will you ever see your family again, will you live or die, these are just some of the thoughts that went through my head as I lay paralyzed.  I was so afraid and just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, they did! He says the words no sane person wants to hear. TORTURE! My mind goes haywire. I know he is psycho and I know I’m in really huge trouble!  I try to move with all my might but nothing happens. I say to myself torture an hour more, how long was I going to be tortured! Why do he want to torture me! I’m yelling for help but I can’t even open my mouth. We drive for what seems like forever, all I can do is cry and think of my family, friends, my entire life and what is going to happen to me. 

[Sprayman]

Wending my way through the back streets of London, I review the capture in my mind. Her shrieks got the attention of the businessman but he was confused and my badge distracted him quickly. I’m pretty sure he never really looked at my face. In fact, I doubt he could even describe the girl, except to say she was black. I doubt there was any harm done by the encounter but I will certainly punish my captive for her actions. She will have to learn that obedience is her only recourse.

She would learn that anyway! I dump her purse out on the passenger seat and sort through her possessions. Most of them will go into my incinerator but I want to disable her cell phone as quickly as possible. Many of the newer phones can be passively tracked by satellite and GPS. I don’t want the coppers tracing her phone. Taking it in my hand, I first pop off the battery and then extract the sim card from its slot. Snapping it in half between my thumb and forefinger should do the trick. Dropping the sim card pieces into my pocket, I scoop the rest of her things back into her purse. The phone and battery stay on the seat. I know a nice water filled ditch along the A20 that will be its final resting place.

Before I put her wallet away, I take a moment to look at her papers. Her name is Kelly Tarason. She is 21 years old. Not a teenager then, but not far removed either. She will be recovering from the stun effects soon and able to talk. I always enjoy talking to my captives on the long drive to my estate. It’s a small pleasure but helps to pass the time.

“Well Kelly, you should be regaining your senses about now. Soon you will be able to talk and we can discuss your future. I know you can hear and understand me, even if the stunner still has your tongue in its grasp, so just lie there and listen while I tell you a short story.”

“My name… at least the one I use in this business… is Sprayman or Spray for short. That really isn’t important, since you will call me Master or Sir at the very least. If you fail to address me or any of my associates properly, you will be punished. Try hard to remember that. Master or Sir are the only proper forms of address. As of this instant, you are a slave, my slave! Your only purpose from now on is to serve me in whatever way I wish. That will include sex of many types and variations. I am a sadist and get pleasure from inflicting pain on my slaves, so pain will be a major part of your life from now on.”

“I, and several associates, kidnap young women and train them as sex slaves. Torture is a large part of the training. Pain is a great motivator and you will soon discover that you will do anything… literally anything… to avoid more agony. When you are trained, we will sell you to one of several buyers who will use you as a willing sex slave or prostitute. It is a wonderful business and I have become quite wealthy in it. I and my partners have captured, trained, and sold more than one hundred girls in the last ten years. We are quite good at what we do and have never had any problem with the police.”

“I should mention that your little outburst in the tube station will cost you a long and very painful whipping, not with my hand, but with a real whip. I told you to be quiet but you didn’t do as you were told. That will cost you 100 lashes with my whip. Perhaps that will teach you obedience. Before the night is over, you will be whipped and then raped in every hole.”

“How does that sound Kelly…?”

[dirtyroleplaying]

Laying in the van listening to the old man did nothing to comfort me. As he continued to talk he reveals information about himself and more of what was to come. I was starting to feel my limbs slowly as we drove to where ever he was taking me. I was so afraid because I knew since I had seen his face; he had no plans on ever letting me go. Add the fact he said he’s kidnapped more than 100 women, at that moment I knew my fate was sealed. The things he said were the things you only hear about and books and occasionally see on TV, I think how could this happen to me.

I begin to pull on the ropes or whatever it was binding me, but I couldn’t move much. When I heard him say what would be required of me, what would happen to me, and that I would receive 100 lashing for trying to escape, well let’s just say no words can describe the way I felt. I felt helpless multiplied by maybe 1,000, if not more. The way I felt was really indescribable. This was too much for me to take in, I felt so sick and tired. I hoped this was a bad dream that I would just wake up from. By now I could hear my sobs and crying. At this point I knew begging wouldn’t help. I knew nothing I did would help. I lay in the back crying and praying that anyone would save me. He asks me how all of this sounds. I’m so shocked by all of this I can’t even talk right now, all I can do is cry and hope for a way out.

[Sprayman]

“Well Kelly, it seems that the stunner still has your tongue tied. Either that or you don’t want to talk to me. I hope it’s just that the stunner hasn’t worn off. I’d hate to think you didn’t want to speak to me. After all, your fate is in my hands and you don’t want to make me angry, do you Kelly?”

The silly girl is speechless with fear and can only blubber into the hood. I’m sure by now that she is able to speak but she doesn’t say a word. Just sobs and soft moans. I’ve made excellent time through the city and am rolling south at a good rate of speed on the A20. The drainage is full of water, so I roll down the window and pitch Kelly’s phone into the night. By the time the water dries this summer; her phone will be buried in the mud and gone forever.

“I suggest you talk to me soon Kelly. I’m already committed to whipping you for your disobedience and would hate to have to think of another punishment because you didn’t answer me. Of course, you may be used to whippings for all I know. I don’t have a lot of experience with the way blacks live. Maybe your father has used a whip on you already and the idea doesn’t scare you very much. If that’s the case, you may be a bigger challenge than a white girl would be.”

“So tell me Kelly, does your father use a whip on your ass when you are bad? Maybe he fucks you as well. Has he ever stuck his cock up your ass? I’m really interested in how blacks live Kelly, so open your fucking mouth and talk to me before I get angry and pull over. If I have to do that, you will be sorry… very sorry! Now answer my questions. Are you a virgin? Have you ever sucked a man’s cock or had one up your black ass? Talk to me girl and be truthful. If I ever catch you in a lie, I’ll skin your tits with a dull knife.”

“NOW START TALKING…!”

[dirtyroleplaying]

The questions he asks me are all horrible questions. He didn’t even have to threaten me; I’m so terrified right now, I willing to do whatever it is he wants to make all of this go away. The picture he painted of the skinning of the breast really made me want to puke. “The answer to all your questions is no. No, my father doesn’t whip me. No, we do not agree with incest. No, I’m not a virgin, no I haven’t sucked a man’s penis and no I don’t want to upset you.” I manage to answer all of his questions although I’m crying hysterically. “Please will you please let me go Sir? I’m begging you with everything that I have, I… I… I….I really and truly can’t be what you want me to be. Please. I’m begging you to let me go. I’m sorry I tried to escape, but I’m so afraid, you understand don’t you? Please you have to let me go.”