Chapter 9. The abduction
During the days that followed the welts from Molly's beating healed sufficiently
for her to walk reasonably well and she no longer needed pain killing
injections. The stripes, still plainly visible, had lost their fiery look and
she could lie on her back on a soft surface without problems. Robert took
advantage of this to fuck her most nights and often during the day as well
especially after the erotic shows that were put on for their entertainment.
Sadie also visited him regularly and on those occasions introduced Molly to
other methods of enjoying sex besides the straight missionary position. Molly
even became a little jealous of Sadie.
Robert declined to take her ashore at Madeira. He felt she was still to sore to
walk properly and would evoke attention and she might try and escape and foil
any plan to catch the slave traders. Now they were only one day away from
Barbados. He wondered if they would use the same plan to waylay the women or
have a alternative plan. His instinct and the way Master Frederick seemed in
control of everything made him a major suspect but he had no concrete evidence.
Then their was Sadie. Since that first night she had not given him any cause to
believe she was anything but a randy stewardess but he knew that was just a
blind. What part in the scheme was she playing? Was she just toying with him to
keep an eye on Molly? To make sure she was ready and fit for sale? Nothing had
come back from H.Q. about her.
Brenda had loaned out Paul to other masters several times, once even to Master
Frederick who liked to have a sex with a slave boy as well as with women. His
wife spent the night with Brenda but again, the investigators only had a hunch
and a snippet of a phone call Paul overheard that the couple were involved in
the slave trade. Paul suffered greatly at the hands of Master Frederick. His
arse was well fucked and strapped before he was returned in the morning.
Brenda saw Robert beckon her to his table as they entered the dining room for
the last dinner before arriving at their destination. "Would you care to join
me?" Robert asked, "They like us to mix a bit and I haven't had the pleasure of
your company during this cruise at all." Brenda smiled and sat opposite him.
Paul knelt alongside Molly.
Robert openly flirted with Brenda but that was not unusual, she had noticed him
doing that with any lady that shared his table. While waiting for dessert, he
leaned over the table and pulled Brenda's head gently towards his gave her a
little kiss and whispered in her ear, "I'm Superintendent Charles Milburn, make
sure you keep a close eye on Molly when we leave tomorrow. Now laugh as though I
have said something amusing. Then invite me to your cabin afterwards, Make sure
the next table can hear,"
"You're just a flirt Robert, but I like to flirt sometimes. Why don't you join
me for a glass of wine afterwards.?"
Robert took Molly and Paul to his cabin. "Paul, lock the door and don't let
anyone in until I get back. Don't let anyone in and I mean anyone except Brenda
and I."
In Brenda's cabin, Robert outlined the situation and said he would try and get
them to allow Molly to accompany him home but was certain Master Frederick would
not agree. "I think he gets a good rake off from each girl, so he is unlikely to
risk her going with me and then talking of her experiences on this boat."
Brenda mentioned the snatch of conversation Paul had heard about a taxi for five
girls to a hotel, but that was all he got of it. They discussed when and how the
snatch was likely to be done and who would be the other victims. They began to
hazard what seemed a reasonable guess as to the modus operandi. Most passengers
they expected would go directly by coach to the airport, only the few staying
for the trip back home by boat would be left on board or they would be
sight-seeing in the town, it would be likely the girls would be detained somehow
and then supposedly taken to the airport by taxi. Who were going to be the
victims, was more difficult. Molly was top of the list of course but they
assumed the kidnappers would want young girls and the majority of the women on
the trip were into their thirties or older. A few slaves were younger and it
could be some masters would want to sell them on. "There is also the possibility
they could abduct some of the staff. Most of the stewardesses are young and
attractive, like the one who seems to share your bed quite often."
Robert had to agree and was immediately worried. "Brenda, you don't know how
right or wrong you might be. On the first night together she called me by my
real name and I believe also she tried to access my computer while I took Molly
to the nurse. She's either on our side or she knows and may make plans to thwart
our efforts. Let's go to my cabin now and see what is happening there. Mess your
hair up a bit so it looks as if we have been making mad passionate love, even if
we haven't."
They found Molly and Paul cuddled up together on the bed but no one had come or
tried to get into the cabin.
"Molly," Robert said, "Treat these two people as your friends. Tomorrow when the
boat docks, you will be in great danger. I will do what I can to protect you but
while I will ask to be allowed to take you home, I am certain that request will
not be granted. They cannot afford to let you get back to England and talk about
what has happened here. All three of us will try and keep and eye on you but we
do not know what they will try and do or how they will do it. Try and keep out
in the open it you can."
"Robert," Molly started crying, "Will I be whipped again?"
"I don't know Molly. Nothing is certain at this time." Brenda and Paul left and
Molly and Robert tried to sleep. Neither of them could.
3 a.m. and Robert heard the door open and Sadie slipped in. "It's me Robert."
She turned on the small bedside light and dropped a small bag on the bed. "It's
me Solvig Aagardsen, Swedish Vice Bureau. As you have already guessed I know
about your work too. I have just had my work roster for tomorrow. Sylvia
Reynolds one of the other stewardesses, and I have to accompany a group of three
girls by taxi to a hotel downtown. We already believe they are abducting five
girls so I am guessing, Sylvia and I are going to make up the number. Even if we
are not, it is certain, they are either going to kill Molly or abduct her. As
large sums of money are involved, I am pretty certain it will be the latter."
Robert agreed it was a likely possibility. Molly started sobbing again and
looked absolutely bewildered by the events unfolding around her.
"Molly," Sadie spoke quietly, "I guess Robert has already told you a little of
what may happen tomorrow. The main problem is once you and I are away from the
ship and into the busy streets even locals may have difficulty in finding us. I
have two tracking devices. They are small and the latest technology developed in
Sweden and in suitable conditions can transmit for several miles especially if
the receiver is airborne. The trouble is, we are likely to be stripped naked and
any jewelry or other concealment is likely to be taken from us. Likewise if we
insert them into our vaginas or arses it would soon be found. The devices are
intended to be swallowed." Sadie produced the devices. "They might be small but
they were a rather large pill to swallow."
"I don't think I could ever get one of those down," moaned Molly.
"Yeah, me too!" grimaced Sadie, "But we have to do it. Our lives depend on it.
Fortunately they gave me a muscle relaxing powder to put in water to help the
devices down. Are you willing to give it a try?"
"I guess so if you will. But why do I need one if you are going to be with us?"
"At the moment nothing is certain. I may not be abducted. It is only a guess.
Then again we may be split up. Having two transmitters gives us a better chance
of being found."
Molly eyed the two devices and watched as Sadie mixed the powder into two
glasses of water. Could she trust Sadie? Even if she couldn't what choice did
she have? Robert or was it Charles had explained the chances of her being
allowed back to England were practically nil. Sadie drank her glass of water and
then waited for five minutes before filling the glass with clean water and
taking the device. She managed to swallow it at the third attempt but made Molly
wait longer for the relaxant to take effect then she was able to swallow the
device at her second try.
She gave Robert a music player-like device and an ear piece. He tried it and got
a very loud signal. She gave him two more for Brenda and Paul. "Is your group
armed Robert?" He shook his head, No. "I thought not, I'll try and arrange for
one of the shore crew to see to it. It is too dangerous not to be in this
situation."
"According to my roster, the taxi should be here about midday, by then most of
the other passengers will have left for the airport so there won't be too many
others around. You'll have to find an excuse to stay behind."
"Yes, I have already thought of that. I shall be distraught at Molly being taken
away. Brenda will comfort me and I shall decided to spend a few days at a hotel
with her before flying home."
"Sounds good, especially as you spent some time in her cabin this evening."
Master Frederick came and took Molly immediately before breakfast. Robert
pleaded and begged all to no avail.
"She's only a slave, you should know that," Master Frederick scowled at the fuss
Robert was making.
"Yeah, but I have nursed her back to some semblance of life and grown to love
her." Molly too pleaded and begged to be allowed to go home with Robert. She
promised she would never tell of what happened on the boat but the Master just
grabbed her arm and led her screaming away. Robert was very pleased she never
mentioned anything about being rescued.
Brenda met him at breakfast and saw tears in his eyes, "They've taken her," he
sobbed and the emotion he felt was very real. Sitting alongside him she put her
arms around him and hugged him tight. "Come with me to my cabin and comfort me
after you've had something to eat. We need to play this thing out so we leave
late," he whispered.
They didn't eat much but drank a lot of coffee. Sadie brought a refill and
whispered, "Look for a guy with a red and a yellow bandanna. He will be helping
passengers with their luggage."
"Boy, pack our luggage and bring it to Robert's cabin," Brenda ordered, "And be
discrete when you come in. I shall be comforting him." For once, Paul was
properly dressed as were all the other slaves now they were coming alongside the
dock.
Brenda took him to his cabin, watched by Master Frederick who gruffly told him
to forget her and get the plane back to his slave at home. "It was a mistake to
let you have her in the first place."
"I know the sort of comfort a grieving man needs," stated Brenda before Master
Frederick moved on, "He'll begin to forget her after that." She left the cabin
door cracked open in case the master should pass by.
Brenda quickly stripped and undressed Robert. "Do you mind if I still call you
Robert?" she asked.
"I'm more used to that than my real name and it makes it less likely we'll make
a slip up in front of others. Now what sort of comfort do I need?"
Smiling as she slid down his body and took his still soft cock in her mouth,
"This sort of comfort works wonders." It took a little while for his mind to
settle and enjoy the sensations and become fully hard. Once that had been
achieved it was a short step to thrusting it into her delightful cunt.
"She might be a big girl," thought Robert, "But her cunt feels nice and tight on
my cock." He thought again of last night with Molly and his anger returned and
he thrust his prick hard and deep into Brenda's vagina. It wasn't the gentle
fuck she had sort to calm his nerves but she encouraged him and began to enjoy
the ferocity of it as his pubic hair mashed into hers. He took a long time to
come, partly because of the nights activities but Brenda had multiple orgasms.
"Coach for the airport leaves in fifteen minutes," Master Frederick called out
as he thrust his head inside the cabin door and saw the pair still coupled
together.
"It's okay Master Frederick," Brenda answered, "I've decided to take this
grieving thing to a hotel for few days before we fly home. I'm sure the purser
can arrange something."
Paul was at the door too. He'd obviously waited until they were finished, "I've
brought our bags Ma'am."
"Very good Boy. I'll just take a quick shower to wash this sweat off. Be ready
to dry me."
When the master had left Paul quickly said, "The man with the yellow and red
bandannas came and left this case. There's three hand guns and ammo." The Swedes
must be better organised on this operation than we are, thought Robert.
Sadie stood at the gangplank checking passengers off the boat. Most had now gone
on the coaches. A few were going ashore and returning to the boat later for the
return trip. Robert and Brenda hadn't appeared yet so she guessed they would be
one of the 'hotel' guests. At 11.30 they appeared and she waved them good-bye. A
fellow stewardess was near-by so she couldn't say much but she did enquire about
his slave girl because most of the other stewardesses knew she'd been seeing
Robert.
"You couldn't persuade them to let you keep Molly then?"
"No," Robert said, with great emotion in his voice, "But I think I will wait on
the quayside for a bit in the hope she might appear and I can try again to get
the to let me keep her."
Sadie was about to commiserate when her radio crackled. "Sadie, Sylvia needs
some help in the laundry. Seems to be a problem there can you check it out
please?"
"Yes, Sir, I'll be right there." Turning to the other girl she asked her to take
over and then returned to Robert. "Sorry Robert, I have to go. Thanks for the
night time entertainment. I hope we will meet again on a future trip." She gave
him a hug and a kiss and then murmured in his ear, "Two couples left by coach
for the airport without their slaves."
Robert and Brenda sat on a pile of pallets, plugged in their ear-pieces and
listened for the signal. The receivers looked like any other portable music set
so wouldn't cause any suspicions. "Boy, go and sit away from us. We need a bit
of peace. Go up the other end there where I can keep an eye on you but you're
not under my feet." Paul immediately knew she wanted him to watch the crew
entrance to the ship.
Sadie guessed if she was to be a victim this would be when it would happen.
Sylvia had no business in the laundry room so it was just a ploy to get her
there. On the way she debated whether to keep her pistol on her or whether if
found would make them even more suspicious. By the time she passed into the
kitchen area she still hadn't decided but she knew that from the mezzanine floor
over part of the kitchen she could peer into the laundry room. Fortunately the
kitchen staff were on break time so her movements were not noticed.
Looking down she saw Sylvia bound and gagged but dressed, being loaded into one
of the large wicker laundry baskets. "So that's how we are going to travel," she
thought. Turning back into the kitchen she noticed the rack of sharp knives the
chef's used and slipped a small one into the back hem of her skirt. It was
covered by the tails of her jacket.
"This is it," she said to herself as she strode into the room as though she had
hurried there. Hardly had she entered than hands grabbed her and she was able to
get out a scream but in only seconds she felt her hands being bound with tape
and several pieces put across her mouth.
Master Frederick stood in front of her. "Sorry Sadie, you were a very nice
stewardess but you are worth more to us as a slave in South America." He held
her legs while Sara, his wife taped her ankles. "That should hold her until we
get to the warehouse and then we can do them properly. We need to get away from
here now. Sadie felt herself lifted and then placed amongst the dirty laundry.
More was padded around her so she was not able to move very much but was
somewhat protected from injury when being transported.
"I do hope they are on the ball with tracking us. I really don't want to be a
slave to a wealthy South American plantation owner." Sadie felt the basket being
wheeled along and then lifted. She knew the procedure well enough. It was the
ship's derrick lifting them to deck level and then lowering them on to a lorry.
"My God," she nearly panicked "I told them a taxi. They won't be looking for a
lorry!" Outside she could hear voices without making out words. The basket moved
on it own wheels and then came to a crashing halt. She heard another being
wheeled and then lifted on top of hers. "Oh my God, they've trapped me in even
if I can free myself from these bonds."
Two cars drew up and a man with red and yellow bandannas got out. "What sort of
music listen you to?" he said with a strange accent. Robert guessed he was
Swedish.
"Not Abba!"
"Maybe Sadie music? I'm Bjiorn."
"Still from the boat as far as we can tell. Doesn't seem to be in the same place
now though."
Paul came running, "They are on that lorry, in the wicker baskets."
"You can go with Sven later," Bjiorn said to Paul, "For the moment all of you
come with me. Just walk naturally. Ask me way to hotel and then we can look
round and point and see what is happening. Paul make sure you keep your music
on." They did and noticed the fifth basket was being loaded. It dropped the last
few inches and hit the floor of the lorry hard. Harder than they would have
expected of laundry.
"Yes, I will take you to hotel," Bjiorn almost chanted.
"Master Frederick and Sara are coming down the gangway now," Brenda reported as
she was the one looking in that direction. "Should we split and follow them?"
"Good idea," Bjiorn agreed. He waved Sven over and with much gesticulating to
indicate a hotel that was a little out of sight told Paul to travel with him and
his mate. Much of the time he talked in Swedish so the others had no idea of
what was said. Sven seemed to talk better English and started chatting to Paul.
In Bjiorn's car they were introduced to Ove, the driver while Bjiorn switched on
the GPS system and pointed out where they were and the green dot that was the
signal from Sadie and Mollie's transmitters.
"Are they both there?" enquired Robert.
"Can't tell if the signals are close but the signal's very strong so they could
be." A taxi arrived and Master Frederick and his wife got in and started off.
"Zero one to Zero two follow at a discrete distance, they may be heading for the
same place as the load so watch the GPS."
"Okay Zero one." Half a minute later, the lorry pulled away from the quay.
Sadie struggled to make a little space within the sheets. She was hot and
sweating from her efforts but eventually she was able to get her finger tips at
the knife. "I'm glad I put the knife behind me otherwise it would have been very
difficult to reach," she said to herself as she worked it part way out from the
waist of her skirt and then turned it so the cutting edge was outwards. From
then on it was relatively easy to cut the tape although she did manage to nick
herself a couple of times. Once her hands were free removing the tape gag and
freeing her feet was relatively easy.
Gradually by moving a part of a sheet at a time she worked her way up to the lid
of the basket. Through the spaces in the wicker work at one corner of the basket
she got glimpses of cars but with baskets on top and alongside her, the view was
very restricted. Sadie slid the knife along the opening edge of the basket until
she felt the leather strap that held the lid down and slowly sawed through the
leather but with the weight of the other basket on top she could not lift the
lid. Sadie cursed her luck. The odds were 2 to 5 against being trapped like that
and she had to get one of the 2.
Sounds from outside changed. No longer were they in traffic. The lorry slowed. A
metallic door opened, they went in and the door closed.
"Go outside and lose yourself for half an hour. Then return and collect the
baskets and take them to the laundry," Master Frederick instructed the driver at
the same time handing him a wad of notes. "You haven't been here remember."
"Which one is that Molly girl in?" Sadie recognised Venta's voice. "Elsa and I
have unfinished business with her."
"We haven't time for that." Master Frederick's voice came through.
"Yes we have, if you get on and get the others ready while we are dealing with
the little English bitch."
"Carlos won't like it if the goods are damaged."
"We can say it happened last night." Sadie could hear quite clearly now the
clothing was not packed around her. A winch whirred and there was a little shake
from the lorry.
"Lift her out Hans." Venta's voice again. "Take the tape from her ankles and
let's get her tied to those two iron posts." Sadie could now hear moans which
she assumed were Molly's struggles.
The winch whirred again. Another basket off. A scream, "No!, no! Please not
again. I'll die. Help me someone."
"No one is going to help you bitch and we have unfinished business on your body.
That little cunt of yours is going to be very sore and so swollen Hans will have
difficulty in getting his cock in." Venta cackled. "Here comes Elsa with our
whips now. Not long to wait."
Sadie felt the basket above her lift. She lifted the lid an inch and took in the
scene. On the floor were five coffin sized crates which she guessed were to be
their transportation to South America. Everyone now seemed to be watching the
struggling Molly. "Tie her upside down, Hans," Venta ordered. Elsa took her
position behind Molly who was still screaming incoherently at the top of her
voice. Venta got into position, "Ready now bitch?"
Despite the fact it might jeopardise the operation, Sadie pushed up the lid and
stood pistol in hand. Everyone except Venta turned. She had her back to Sadie
and was more interested in the pain she was going to cause the little bitch.
"CRACK" The single pistol shot sounded like a canon in the enclosed space. Sadie
had fired overhead but the levelled the pistol at Master Frederick.
"Hans. Release Molly." Sadie ordered. The Master's hand slowly went to his
pocket but Sadie was ready and ordered him to put them above his head.
Sara who stood to one side while all this was going on, saw her opportunity.
Swinging the hook from the winch in a wide arc it caused Sadie to duck. A
microsecond later she felt the burning sting of Venta's whip as it wrapped
itself round her gun wrist, flinging the weapon to the floor.
"Well now brave Miss Sadie, we'll have to see how well you stand up to the whip.
We'll enjoy having the two of you and I don't think you have felt the whip
before either so it will be a double pleasure for me." Venta was highly amused.
Master Frederick retrieved the gun and pointed it at Sadie. "Get down here, and
don't try anything otherwise Venta may well want to make more permanent marks on
your lovely body."
"I think not!" Sven's voice came from a skylight in the roof. He was armed with
a high power rifle. Three others similarly armed came through the door followed
by Robert, Brenda and Paul all with pistols drawn. Frederick's group were no
match for the trained well armed men that surrounded them.
"Robert, take Molly to the car and stay with her. I'll bring you some clothes
later but for now use a sheet," Bjiorn ordered. "Brenda and Paul, release Sylvia
and the other two girls. We must move quickly." It was not long before the three
were free and rubbing their sore bodies. Both slaves were used to being bound
but were terrified by the thought that they were going to be sold and sent to a
foreign country as real slaves. Until now they had believed their masters cared
for them. They started to jabber and wail but Bjiorn silenced them, with a curt,
"Shut up. You are safe but only if we can get out of here before the transport
arrives for you."
Sven and the rest of his group forced the would-be slavers to strip and was busy
tying them. He threw Sara's clothes to Brenda. "Please to give these to Molly.
Size may not be right but better than nothing."
Soon Master Frederick, his wife, Venta, Elsa and Hans were all naked and bound
and gagged. Bjiorn then suggested Brenda and Paul wait outside. "It will be
better if you do not see what we are about to do." Although framed as a request,
both knew it was an order and left. Ten minutes later, the four Swedish
investigators joined the others outside.
"Sorry ladies but it is going to be a tight squash in these cars but we need to
move away from here." Bjiorn was obviously in command. They moved back behind a
warehouse while the Swedes and Brenda watched. Presently an unmarked closed van
arrived and went inside. The five crates were there as they expected but the men
were mildly surprised there was no one about to greet them. Any way they just
shrugged, loaded the crates and sped off.
"Watch the red light," Sven said to Brenda who shared the front seat with him
and another Swede. That's a tracking device in Master Frederick's crate."
"I can't believe you did that," Brenda exclaimed. Later in his house which
served as the headquarters for the Swedish Vice Bureau on Barbados, Bjiorn
explained a little of what happened. First he addressed the British team. "I
know you expected us to arrest those people. Had we done so, we would have be
overwhelmed by paper work to get them extradited to our country and here money
talks so they might have got away with it. Not only that, our cover and yours
would have been blown and these ladies would have had to describe their ordeals
again in court. In the end they would have at best been put away at our expense
for a few years. As it is now, Carlos will be most displeased when he finds what
he has paid for arrives not quite to his liking. Instead of five young maids he
gets two men one of whom is well past his sell by date, his wife who isn't far
off it and two scrawny German women with crabby personalities. From what I hear
of Carlos he will be more than displeased. He will be very angry and will take
his anger out on the slaves he received. They will no doubt be severely punished
and then put in a jungle brothel for the use of his drug farmers and any other
low life."
Bjiorn turned to the two slave girls. "You two, and Molly and Sylvia must never,
and I repeat NEVER talk about us or what happened to you. If wind of what
happened ever gets to Carlos, you would be better dead. I'm sure the British
team will be able to concoct a story for you. Probably something like when you
got to the warehouse it was stormed by a whole battalion of soldiers who rescued
you and took you away. Sadie you had better phone Captain Sorenson and give him
a similar story. Say you and Sylvia are too distressed to come back to the ship.
I have sent a couple of men to pick up your stuff and they can pick up Sylvia's
too if she doesn't mind them doing it."
