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East Coast Slavers Organization – I: A Caribbean Adventure
Chapter 21 – Following the Money Trail (or Fooling the Accountant)
Aaron sat in Bedroom 4B on a couch beside his partner, Puppy. Before them, two miserable and naked prisoners huddled. They were silent, save for a few gentle sobs; their dog-training collars ensured that. One prisoner was male, a first for Aaron's East Coast Slavers Organization. The other was delectably female, the ex-girlfriend of the now deceased drug kingpin Oscar Lynden.
Aaron got up to check on Ingrid and Sandy. His dick twitched at the sight. Four collared and naked women stood in the oversize shower stall. Ingrid and Sandy each held a showerhead and were gently rinsing off Helen and Regina, the two brutalized policewomen. Still handcuffed, Helen Powell and Regina Tyre meekly followed directions as they were shampooed and scrubbed down.
Aaron saw Regina flinch as a soapy sponge washed her sore breasts. All the fishhooks were gone, thrown overboard on the boat ride away from the drug dealer's hideaway. Aaron smiled as he remembered the man's final moments. Before picking up his second load of the drug kingpin's money and cocaine, he stood over the then conscious dealer. Oscar's angry eyes locked with Aaron's as he struggled to escape his bonds. When Aaron described in detail what his fate was to be, the man wet himself. Aaron explained that the IV bag held 200 grams of cocaine dissolved in two quarts of tequila. He then opened the drip valve and Oscar Lynden struggled anew as he watched the deadly poison slowly drip down the transparent plastic tubing that led to his nostril. Aaron stuck a final piece of tape across the doomed man's nose and left the room; the man's fear-filled gasping wheezes from his ring-gagged mouth followed him into the hall.
Aaron smiled grimly as he remembered the man's actual death. Oscar was nearly unconscious when Aaron returned for the final load of bags and dead when he came back for the girlfriend. He choked to death on his own vomit before the IV bag was empty. Aaron left the bag to empty itself and took Oscar's girlfriend downstairs to join the accountant. By the time Regina Tyre was freed from her bondage in the other bedroom, the bag was empty. Aaron yanked out the tubing and stowed it and the bag in a pocket.
Aaron was well satisfied. The drug organization was in shambles. According to new reports and the drug dealer's accountant, Oscar had murdered a number of the identified turncoats as well as two key lieutenants that Aaron fabricated a story about. The police, incensed at the disappearance of their three agents, were bringing in all known associates for questioning. The organization was in leadership and financial ruins.
The four naked women came out of the shower almost giggling. Aaron's instruction to Ingrid and Sandy was to bath them and disinfect their piercings. Aaron set three vials of medicine on a dresser drawer unit; antibiotics, B vitamins, and a muscle relaxant. The two policewomen meekly lay across the side of the bed while the shots were administered. Puppy brought in Karen Rigdon, the undercover agent and all three women crawled gratefully into bed.
Ingrid and Sandy attached a single ankle cuff and a long lead chain to each of the weary women. Ingrid told the three women they had earned a long rest.
Aaron walked over and gently patted Helen's tit and gave her a lingering kiss. "Sleep tight, you did good, Helen." He repeated the scene with the other two; rubbing one's belly and the other's still-damp pussy as he gave goodnight kisses to Regina and Karen. Each gave what could only be judged as eager tongue twisting responses. His girls were well-trained and grateful to be back together safely as well.
Ingrid, Puppy, and Sandy had already departed with the girlfriend and accountant to Training Pad H, the Punishment Cage.
Aaron double-checked that the twenty-foot chain lead was securely chained to a leg cuff of each woman and he moved to turn out the lights and leave.
June Curl was already hanging by her wrists under the Punishment Cage. Her collar was in the on position and her ballgag removed. Ingrid was just tightening the pulley system and the terrified woman was being drawn up to dangle a foot off the ground, tightly stretched out by wrist and ankle spreader bars. The woman's breasts heaved and her taut belly sunk in from the strain. Puppy, Ingrid, and Sandy sat down to watch the show beside the trembling accountant. Like June, Michael Mueller (Oscar Lynden's accountant) was still ballgagged but was now securely strapped into a chair.
Aaron rolled a cart to Michael and said, "For the next hour or so, you will see what each new slave goes through. Unless you cooperate with me, your fate will be far worse." With that, Aaron dramatically swept off the white surgical towel covering the tray to reveal rows of gleaming surgical implements. Aaron walked over to June.
"June, don't talk during this session or your collar will truly punish you." Aaron set a nipple clamp on one brown nipple and started to crank the adjusting screw to a punishingly tight setting. He followed with a clamp for her other nipple, and three on each cunt lip. "June only has one piercing on each ear. Today we add nineteen more piercings; four on each ear, three on each cunt lip, two on each breast, and one on her clit. Michael, look carefully, because we will start the same with you if you fail to cooperate."
Aaron started on the nipples, removing one clip, swabbing the throbbing flesh with alcohol, and skewering the stub of flesh with a thick piercing needle.
June kept slowly shaking her head as if Aaron would obey her silent plea to stop. The clips and humiliation were worse than the actual piercing. Soon needles protruded from her pussy, breasts, and ears.
Aaron sat in his own chair and grabbed an ice-cold Pacifico Beer from his cooler. "Beer time girls," he offered. All three training Mistresses dove at his tiny cooler in an uncharacteristic display of eagerness. Aaron didn't care. It was a time for celebrating.
His heavy black boots thumped down on Michael's naked upper thighs. Aaron leaned back and enjoyed the relaxing position. "Michael, after I finish with this slut," he nodded back toward the human pincushion, "you and I will sit down and talk. Michael, you will cooperate eagerly, else you end up here." Aaron sucked down the remainder of his refreshing brew and gathered up a shallow pan with piercing rings soaking in disinfectant. Aaron fed the end of a ring into a hollow at the end of the needle and twisted the three-quarter-inch loop through the nipple. Soon eighteen gold rings were locked into place, adorning the still beautiful woman. Aaron held off on the nineteenth ring, the one to go through her clit hood, for later on.
Aaron sat down again and turned to Michael Mueller. "The rings are great for punishment as well as humiliation." He turned to Ingrid and Sandy and nodded for them to proceed.
Each woman silently took up a riding crop and positioned themselves beside the sobbing woman. Aaron looked at her lush body and reflected on the great choice that Oscar made in his bedmate. Not sure yet if she was a coke whore or a party girl who drifted into a bad situation, Aaron judged her fantastic despite whatever reason brought her to be Oscar's lover. Only a small tattoo on her mons marred the perfection.
"Michael, you ever fuck her?" Aaron asked brutally.
The wide-eyed geek shook his head no.
"Ever want to?" Aaron asked disinterestedly. Without looking to Michael for an answer, he calmly gave the command to proceed.
Ingrid the Training Mistress and her slave, Sandy, proceeded to flail wildly at June. Even taut as a bowstring, her body rebounded from the strength of the blows. Nothing was spared. Every few seconds, June howled in pain, always abruptly interrupted by the overriding electrical discharge from the collar.
Finally, at the five-minute mark, Aaron raised a hand and the two halted, sweat glistening on their faces and upper arms. Sweat also stained their leather bustiers. Struck alternatively by the two working as a team, June had received three hundred punishing strokes from the leather pad at the end of each crop. Square blotches discolored her entire body.
Aaron turned off the collar and nodded again to Ingrid. Ingrid yanked the girl's head back with a fistful of black hair and snarled, "Your collar is off, Cunt. No talking allowed, only shrieks of agony." With that, she and Sandy laughed and went behind the girl to prepare the famous 'warehouse dildos.'
Aaron again turned to the petrified accountant and said, "Now it gets interesting, you stupid cocksucker. Picture yourself in her place." Aaron glanced at the man's pathetic excuse for a cock as it bobbled fully erect at four and one-half inches. "Your dick is stupid if it thinks it gets to join in on the fun."
Ingrid stood on the front side of June with a nine-inch cock glistening with aromatic liniment. Sandy stood on the other side, facing the rear with a six-inch cock dripping with red Thai Chili Paste. Ingrid drove her cock deep into June's cunt and wormed it up until it hit bottom.
June cried with shock and outrage as Ingrid finished seating the cock.
Once set, Ingrid pulled it all the way out and brutally reset it all the way in. The single fucking cycle evenly coated her pussy walls and outside lips with the liniment.
First June's pussy itched, then her privates started to ache. Within seconds it became increasing pain until the liniment began to burn her sensitive inner tissues like live coals. June's breasts heaved, her hips tried to dislodge the dildo held tightly in place by Ingrid. June shrieked and cried, begging for mercy as her cunt felt like a glowing hot branding iron was being churned around her insides.
Aaron turned to the terrified accountant. His cock was no longer hard. It was limp with fear. Michael had also pissed himself, the puddle on the floor and the wet seat proved it. With a grimace of disgust, Aaron said, "Michael, this is nothing. Wait until you see the end of Act One." He beckoned to Sandy and commanded the cowed accountant, "Open your mouth and lick this cock."
Sandy grinned maliciously at the terrified accountant. As his tongue tentatively came out to touch the tip of the fearsome cock, she jammed it deep into his mouth. She was already walking away on her way back to recoat the fake cock with more chili paste when his nerves realized what the concoction was. The accountant howled in pain. His mouth burned hotter than any spice he could have imagined.
Aaron pointed Michael's head to Sandy, forcing him to watch as she poured more of the red paste on the cock.
June's unearthly howls and screams reverberated through the cavernous warehouse as her ass took six inches of burning cock. Michael Mueller was more than ready to talk.
--L--A--T--E--R--
Aaron and Michael Mueller sat alone by the now deserted training pad. Before Puppy left with the broken drug dealer's girlfriend, she slid a nylon tie through the end of a chain lead and wrapped the nylon around Michael's ball sac before tightening it. With a final squeeze to his balls, she threw the leash to Aaron and flounced out, dragging the exhausted June Curl behind.
"OK, buddy," Aaron started, "time for us to talk. You ready, … or do you want some warm up like the cunt?"
Michael vigorously shook his head, "Nno, … no, I will talk now."
"Good," Aaron leaned back and continued; "Let's start with Oscar's organizational structure. I want to know names, positions, responsibilities, key contacts, corrupt officials, and more. You start and I'll keep you steered in the right direction.
The accountant started with Oscar Lynden and slowly worked his way down the drug organization's hierarchy. Aaron captured his discourse, word for word. He occasionally stopped the tape to ask a clarifying question or to get Michael to pick up the conversation with proof of wrongdoing by the dealers or officials. The taping continued for hours. Conspicuously missing from the tape and its typed manuscript was any mention of active bank accounts that the accountant could access.
Aaron left the emotionally drained wimp tied to his chair and retired to his office. The first order or business was to count the money and weigh the drugs taken from Oscar's hideaway home. Aaron learned his lesson with the undercover agent and had already checked each bundle of money and brick of drugs for electronic devices while still on the boat.
Booty Recap from James Lee :
Left with the body – 3 kilograms of cocaine
– 6 handguns
– $105,000 cash
Stolen by Aaron – 26 kilograms of cocaine
– $1,000,000 cash
Booty Recap from Oscar Lynden :
Fee for selling 2 agents – $1,000,000
Five 75# duffle bags – $7,000,000
– 30 kilograms of cocaine
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Gross Profits : $8,000,000
55 kilograms of cocaine (2.75 M street value)
Aaron grinned grimly at the thought of $8,000,000 in profits to shut down an entire drug organization. As an added plus, his stock had grown considerably (a trophy wife and her girlfriend, an undercover agent, a lawyer/prosecutor, a policewoman, and a drug kingpin's girlfriend). After the formal taping session, the accountant had coughed up lots of incriminating leads and sources for millions in stashed loot.
"The money needs to be grabbed now," Aaron thought. He needed to get to an internet café quickly in order to start getting the wire transfers going. Michael's notes and laptop in his briefcase contained everything Aaron needed. Oscar Lynden had just over $15,000,000 in funds stashed in various off-shore accounts and something like $10,000,000 in illegally laundered money in United States accounts. Within days, Aaron would have $25,000,000 shuffled around the world in wire transfers. He would clear over $23,000,000 by the time everything was done. Added to the drug cash on hand, and Aaron hoped to gross over $31,000,000 on just this one operation.
Life was really good. Because of the recent events, Aaron was also getting the germ of an idea for modifying his business plan for East Coast Slavers Organization. "Profits are the God for capitalists," he muttered with a grin.
Aaron made another decision and passed word to Puppy. Michael was to be chained on a long lead in Bedroom 4A for the next few days as a pampered, clothed guest while he worked on a job for Aaron. His task will be to transcribe the tape into a comprehensive document detailing the organization. Puppy would tape the ultimate 'confession/documentary' as Michael read from his notes. The tape was to be set up as a sworn, last official statement prior to his disappearance. As reward for this, Michael could pick among Emily Davis (the trophy housewife), Pamela Bondi (her partying girlfriend), or June Curl (Oscar's girlfriend) for a nightly bed partner. This last benefit for Michael also helped Aaron decide on nightly placement for his too many slaves and further train the captives for their future lives. Aaron hinted to the accountant that he might have one of the women fulltime if things with the tape worked out.
Aaron planned to help the authorities crush any remaining elements of the drug organization and expose corrupt or cooperating officials at the same time. It is possible that Michael Mueller might end up a hero to investigators before his final disappearance. Aaron Clarke was not certain what the final outcome with Michael would be. It was a thorny issue.
Author: Desert Dog ****** E-Mail: Desertlickingdog at yahoo dot com
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