THE SKIP TRACER

Cindy Prell is employed in a profession which most people have little knowledge of. At 27 years old, 5'9, 125 lb, eye catching brunette works as a bail enforcement agent more commonly known as a skip tracer or bounty hunter. She is employed by the Acme Bail Bond Agency of New York City. Her job is to track down, arrest and transport bail jumpers to jail to protect the company from the financial consequences of forfeiting its bail bond.

Cindy pursues both male and female jumpers but females are her favorite. After finishing a workout at the health club Cindy answered a voice mail on her cell directing her to contact her boss at Acme. Upon doing so she learned that about two months ago the agency had written a $50,000 bail bond on Ann Brown, a 37 year old employee of a brokerage firm accused of embezzling $200,000 from her employer. Anne had skipped and could not be found in the NYC area. Through sources the fugitive was found to be living in a suburb of Chicago. It was Cindy's assignment to capture Anne and transport her back to NYC. This meant traveling alone by van to Chicago where she would meet up with a male skip tracer affiliated with Acme. Together they would arrest the fugitive and Cindy alone would transport her back to NYC by van.

Locating the fugitive was no problem and the two skip tracers followed their quarry to a supermarket and watched her go inside. Cindy parked the van directly next to the fugitive's car and awaited her return. Ann was a plump red head type around 5'5” and 150 lb. wearing a blue business suit. Cindy, a bisexual, occasionally took liberties with her female captives but so far nothing about this one particularly aroused her.

Within 20 minutes their quarry emerged from the store carrying a shopping bag her pursue over her shoulder. Cindy and her partner calmly exited their van timed just right to intercept Ann as she worked to her car. “Excuse me Miss Brown, I am a bail agent for the Acme Agency and you are under arrest”. The clearly surprised fugitive offered no resistance as the male tracer took her purse and shopping bag from her. “Can't we work something out” replied the fugitive. Cindy just smiled and quickly Ann's hands behind her back using double hinged metal cuffs. The fugitive was then ordered into the cargo compartment of the van and made to lay face down on the floor. This was done with such speed and precision it's unlikely anyone else noticed it.

The side and rear doors of the van could be opened from the inside so it was necessary to use extensive restraints to prevent a prisoner from escaping. At restraining techniques Cindy excelled. A duffel bag in the van carried all the tools of the trade. The first step was to attach a thick leather collar around the prisoner's neck and padlock it. Several rings were attached the to the van floor. Cindy used a plastic handcuff to attach the ring on the collar to a floor ring allowing only about 6” for head movement. Next came a harness type gag. The surprised prisoner tried fighting the gag was easily overcome. Next a rubber hood was pulled over Ann's head with openings for only the nose and mouth. The large ball of the gag protruded conspicuously through the opening.

Cindy turned her attention next to the prisoner's handcuffs. Keeping her hands cuffed behind her back for an overnight trip was clearly risking injury. Therefore Cindy attached a special leather restraining belt tightly around Ann's waist with metal cuffs on each side and towards the rear of the belt. The initial handcuffs were removed and quickly replaced with the belted cuffs. Last a set of leg irons with about an 8” chain were attached to her ankles with the chain looped under a floor ring to minimize leg movement.

Satisfied that her prisoner was adequately immobilized, gagged and blindfolded it was explained to her she would be restrained in this manner for the entire trip but they would be stopping at a “safe house” where Ann would be bedded down for the night in suitable restraints of course. Cindy briefly tormented her prisoner by running her hands through Ann's panties. Cindy could not help but notice that her sex was exceeding moist not uncommon for a female in restraint. “You're a real cutie and I'm going to have some fun with you later” purred Cindy before emerging from the rear of the van and locking the doors.

Cindy started up the engine and drove her male assistant back to where they had met and they parted. With her captive secure in the rear Cindy began the long drive back to NYC.

END Part 1

SKIP TRACER: PART 2

SYNOPSIS: A female bounty hunter has captured a fugitive in Chicago and is transporting her back to New York City. Suddenly the status of the prisoner changes to slave and her destination to South America.

It was dusk as Cindy sped down the Ohio interstate taking great care to abide by the speed limits. Although transporting the fugitive in the current manner was perfectly legal the basic rule was to avoid the police or anyone seeing the restrained prisoner, the cell rang and Cindy answered. It was her boss Russell Schenck, owner of the Acme Bail Bond Agency. The message was short and was to call him as soon as possible from a land line. Must be something important Cindy reasoned. This rarely happened.

Within 20 minutes Cindy was speaking to Russ from an outdoor pay phone. Russ intended to sell the prisoner to a South American drug organization to be used as a sex slave. After two weeks of training the slave would be turned over to the organization for air transport to her new country. Russ had met Anne previously so he was familiar with her appearance. Cindy thought she was a little overweight but the prospect of training a female slave overcame any doubts Cindy had. Cindy was a part time domme whose clientele were mostly lesbian or bisexual and mostly willing, The prospect of training an unwilling heterosexual slave sent her spirits soaring. She recalled having trained only two unwilling hetero females, this was at the request of their husbands. It had resulted in immense pleasure for Cindy.

This was the first time Acme was involved in slave procurement. The only other dark side of the company's history had occurred when a female secretary to the Cuban United Nations delegation skipped town with her American lover. Fearful that she would seek asylum and divulge embarrassing secrets the Cuban government contracted with Acme to locate and abduct the secretary. This was done within two days and she was turned over to Cuban agents. Cindy had participated in this mission and recalled the ending. The Cubans straitjacketed the struggling captive before sedating her and sealing her in a cargo container.This was air shipped to Cuba in a diplomatic pouch exempt from Customs search.

The fate of the woman was never learned but Cindy guessed she was languishing in a Cuban prison.

Cindy's current destination was suburban Pittsburgh where a safe house was located. The prisoner/slave would be kept there for the duration of her training. Russ was on his way to personally oversee the training but he assured Cindy she would be able to use any methods she saw fit. The owner of the safe house was a gay named Eddie. He would be mainly used to provide security with little active role in the training. The sale price for the slave would be $100,000 but Acme would loose $50,000 on the bail forfeiture. Yet from Russ standpoint it was much safer than abducting a new slave. This would take time and the organization wanted immediate delivery. It would be a foot in the door hopefully leading to future slave procurement orders. Aside from Russ, Cindy and the male assistant from Chicago no one knew Anne had been captured. As a precaution Russ contacted the Chicago assistant and directed him to remove Anne's car from the shopping center lot and to torch it. This was just in case security cameras might have caught the parking lot arrest. Chances would be that before anyone realized Anne had been at the supermarket any such tape would be long erased.

It was after 10:00PM that Cindy pulled into the driveway of the suburban house. It was ideally situated so the prisoner could be removed from the van outdoors without any neighbor seeing what was taking place. Cindy cut the cable attaching Anne's collar to the floor ring and removed the leg irons. With help from Eddie she was dragged into the house. The hood would be left on Anne until she was safely inside. The house had a special bedroom for prisoner confinement. The window was too narrow to crawl through and the door locked from the hallway. A bathroom was attached to the bedroom. Visual and audio devices permitted monitoring of the confinement room from other parts of the house.

Once in the bedroom the prisoner's hand cuffs and restraining belt were removed. The hood, collar and gag stayed on for the time being. "We're going to change clothes" chuckled Cindy and she proceeded to swiftly strip her prisoner completely naked. The clothes would be discarded; new clothes could be purchased later. Next step was attaching the prisoners wrist to leather cuffs about 36" apart on a special ceiling mount. A spreader bar about 24" long was secured to her ankles completing her confinement. Cindy got to observe her new acquisition more closely. Although she personally didn't appeal to Cindy she had perky tits and a nice ass. Her age and weight were negatives but she would definitely be slimmed down before transport.

Cindy removed the hood and gag from the prisoner and was stunned by the ferocity of Anne's vocal outburst." You have no right to treat me like this you bitch and you'll pay for it". "You will address me as maam from this moment on" commanded Cindy. "Fuck you" shot back Anne. Cindy's immediate response was to grab a flogger and without warning delivered a vicious lash to her exposed pussy. Anne grimaced in pain. "Listen to me bitch you can stay strung up for the next 5 days for all I care, I decide when and if you eat, speak or breathe for that matter," commanded Cindy. Cindy next stepped out of the prisoners view and removed the panties Cindy had been wearing. Approaching Anne, Cindy grinned "open wide, I've been wearing these for two days". The panties were then inserted in Anne's mouth and secured with duct tape. "That should keep you quiet for awhile" said Cindy grinning again. Cindy then picked up the flogger and proceeded to deliver about 12 lashes of varying degrees to Anne's breasts, buttocks and pussy. Then she calmly explained Anne's new status as slave rather than defendant. A look of shock and despair instantly set in. Tired after a hard days work she decided to get something to eat and then sleep. "I'll see you in the morning" Cindy said smiling and Anne was left alone in the bedroom. Sitting at the kitchen table with Eddie she enjoyed watching Anne struggling helplessly in her restraints and moaning through her gag over the monitor.

SKIP TRACER PART 3 FINAL CHAPTER by Skip

Anne had plenty of time to ponder her fate strung up from the ceiling of a bedroom virtual jail cell. The taste of Cindy's smelly panties stuffed into her mouth and held with duct tape was absolutely unbearable. After about an hour of the panty gag Eddie appeared removed the tape and panties but before she could say a word placed new strips of duct tape over her mouth. As much as Cindy wanted to punish and humiliate her slave she didn't want to risk her choking so she instructed Eddie to remove them before Cindy retired for the night in a separate bedroom.

Because of a drug conviction ten years ago, even though it resulted in probation, Anne faced a 4-year minimum sentence on the current charge. After the drug arrest she got away from drugs and held several high level accounting positions. She had been caught embezzling from the first three companies she worked for but in each case she was involved in an extramarital affair with some executive and she was permitted to resign without charges. But on her fourth job her luck ran out and fearing the forced lesbianism that is a fact of life in prisons Anne jumped bail and fled. She simply could not suppress her strong heterosexual drive for that long. Now the prospect of serving as a South American bordello slave seemed like the lesser of two evils.

After what seemed like eternity Cindy strode into the bedroom clad in black slacks and a black bikini. Normally she wore leather for her domme sessions but she had not anticipated this when she left for Chicago. Cindy radiated her ever-present smirk as she addressed Anne. "Hope you got a good nights sleep" she chuckled. Leaving Anne's restraints untouched Cindy pulled up a chair and sat in it facing Anne. "Time for a shave" and using a razor and lather quickly shaved off Anne's triangle. Next was a test for tenderness and lubrication. Using her fingers Cindy crudely pussy fucked Anne in an intentionally painful way. Her pussy was amazingly tight and copiously lubricated for her age. Next was a finger check of her asshole. It was rather on the tight side. Deciding it was time to allow the prisoner to use the bathroom Cindy calmly commanded "I'm going to remove your wrist and leg restraints and allow you to shower and use the toilet, you have 5 minutes, if you try anything I'll whip you ten times as hard as last night, the gag stays on". Cindy attached a 20' leash to Anne's collar and removed the other restraints. With the bathroom door open (it couldn't be locked) Cindy patiently sat in the chair outside the bathroom door holding the leash while Anne finished her business, She was then ordered to lay face down on a double size bed and using four leather cuffs her wrists and ankles were spread-eagled to the bed corners. Two pillows were used to prop up her ass and Cindy proceeded to insert a butt plug into her asshole.

A short time later Russ arrived and he quickly set about inspecting the slave. There was a change of plans. The slave would be transferred to the organization in 48 hours. It didn't allow much time for training but Russ explained he was receiving the same price as he would have she received two weeks training. Cindy frowned. She had looked forward to an extended training session with the slave. Next Russ sampled the merchandise. After removing the tape he positioned himself sitting on the bed so that Anne's mouth was available to his cock. "You know what to do bitch" Russ commanded. After less than two minutes of sucking Russ pulled it out "Your oral sex needs drastic improvement, Cindy three hard lashes on her pussy". Anne screamed in protest but Cindy gleefully delivered the lashes, her asshole being propped at just the right angle with the pillow. Next Russ inserted a penis type gag into the slaves mouth and strapped it in place." We'll give you another chance in a little while bitch"remarked Russ before directing his attention to the slaves fuckhole. Russ directed Cindy to take a break and he then proceeded to mount Anne from the rear. During about three minutes of thrusting Anne's erotic moans were very impressive considering the gag and the pain from the lashings. Russ finished her off and redressed. He wasn't in a mood for prolonged slave sex today.

Summoning Cindy back into the room he directed her to insert a modest sized vaginal dildo and to chain both of the slaves holes. Cindy frowned. This meant she wouldn't be allowed to use her strap on device on Anne but Russ was the boss. The dildo fit in place easily. It was a time delay device programmed to buzz and stop at irregular intervals such as run for 20 seconds, stop for 30 seconds.etc.It was guaranteed to torment even the most oversexed slut. A black plastic chain was padlocked around Anne's waist and the loose end was looped through her crotch as tightly as Cindy could manage then attached to the waist chain with another padlock. Cindy then joined Russ and Eddie in the living room once again enjoying the sight and sounds of Anne's torment over the monitors.

Russ was unhappy that he did not have more time to train the slave but the organization clearly understood the slave acquisition was on a "as is" basis. Russ even lost interest in oral sex with the slave. To keep Cindy happy he allowed her to force the slave to eat Cindy's pussy, to Cindy this was not as appealing as strap on sex but it would have to do.

The three slavers concentrated on preparations for the transport. This required driving the slave by van ten miles to an unused rural airstrip where she would be transferred to a prop driven small cargo plane.

Transport day quickly arrived. Following the m.o. of the Cuban agents Anne was strapped into a strait jacket only this time with two dildos in place. Cindy had even graciously changed the batteries to assure functioning during transport. Naked from the waist down duct tape was used to bind her legs together just above the ankles and just below the knee. She was then injected in the buttocks with Valium sufficient to heavily sedate her but not to the point of unconsciousness. She was not gagged but her collar, which had remained padlocked around her neck since her capture, was left in place. The leather mask with only mouth and nose openings was reapplied. Anne was quite docile as she was driven to the landing strip by the three slavers. The plane was already on the ground and the transfer took less than three minutes. The three slavers watched silently as the plane took off and then headed back to Eddie's house for some much-needed rest.

SKIP TRACER PART 4

SYNOPSIS: In another dramatic twist Cindy Prell, stellar bounty hunter for the Acme Bail Bond Agency, becomes a captive of her employer and sold into slavery.

It had been just under two months since Russell Schenck, owner of Acme Bail Bond, made his first venture into slave procurement. Since then things had gone steadily downhill. A jury returned a $750,000.00 award against Acme for a prisoner brutality case which had occurred three years earlier. With insurance only covering $250,000.00 the prospect of bankruptcy loomed. To further complicate matters a defendant skipped on a $50,000.00 bail bond and was reportedly in Pakistan. No hope of avoiding forfeiture in this case. Cindy Prell had not been paid for her work on the Chicago capture and she was hounding Russ for payment in her characteristically arrogant and abrasive way.

The prospect of further involvement in the slave procurement business was becoming increasingly attractive. To test the waters Russ sought out Jamil who was on the staff of the Central African Republic UN delegation. He was reputed to have contacts in the slave market. Two days after Russ mentioned his interest Jamil called requesting to meet Russ in person. Certain matters were just too sensitive for telephones especially since it was assumed US Intelligence routinely eavesdropped on various UN missions. At the meeting Jamil related that an unnamed high-ranking government official of an unnamed African nation was interested in the acquisition of a petite, long legged White female for his harem. Russ pressed for details of the logistics of such a slave transfer. Jamil knew Russ had an oceanfront estate on the Atlantic shore of Nassau County, Long Island. This scenario was described: a cabin cruiser style boat would pick up the slave at the dock of Russ' estate. The slave would then be ferreted to a rendezvous with an African bound oil tanker after being placed in a special cage, which would be winched aboard the tanker from the smaller boat. Russ was overcome with awe at the ingenuity of the plan. He pressed Jamil for details on what level of slave training was acceptable. Jamil stated that while basic conditioning was desirable timeliness was of greater concern and that the buyer wanted the order filled within a week. Russ assured Jamil that he would meet the deadline.

Cindy Prell was an obvious choice from Russ' standpoint. She certainly met the physical requirements although overcoming her visceral domineering character would be a challenge. Her abduction could be accomplished far easier and more quickly than could a fresh snatch. Russ had recently learned that Cindy was into low-level cocaine dealing. Drug dealers invariably get caught Russ reasoned and when they do they sing like canaries to mitigate their punishment. Cindy might well be tempted to implicate Russ in the abduction of Anne Brown, which would assure lengthy incarceration for him. Russ had no love for Cindy, she had rebuffed his sexual advances long ago but he continued to employ her because of her superior job related skills.

On the way home that day Russ stopped at a swank boutique in Queens that offered a large assortment of bondage devices. Russ purchased nearly $500.00worth of items paying cash. He had resolved long ago never to use a credit card for sensitive purchases. His next step was to arrange for Eddie to travel by car from Pittsburgh. Eddie had previously worked as an attendant at a psychiatric hospital and was skilled in the application of straitjackets and drug injection. These skills had proven invaluable in the Brown case and would soon do so again. Plane travel had to be avoided due to airport security and the nature of items Eddie would be carrying.

It was 6:00PM precisely when Cindy pulled into Russ' driveway. He had called less than two hours earlier requesting Cindy meet him saying "I've got really good news for you" without going into detail. Assuming she was to be paid Cindy had set a new record for speeding while on route and was fortunate to avoid being stopped. She was surprised to see Eddie's car parked in the drive. Cindy was dressed to kill: a short vinyl mini-skirt, a tight fitting ribbed white turtleneck sweater, and fashionable mid length boots. Russ stood in the doorway beckoning her inside. Seeing Eddie and mindful of his well-known homosexuality Cindy quipped "What's the matter Russ you hard up for some male cock in your ass" while flashing her trademark smirk. It was the last smirk Cindy would flash. Russ took her by total surprise zapping her with a taser and causing her to instantly slump to the floor unconscious. Her last words were "You bastard".

Located in the basement of the house was a special windowless prisoner confinement room much like that in Eddie's house. One difference was it did not have an attached bathroom, prisoners had to be taken to another part of the basement. The room was equipped with devices, which permitted audio and visual monitoring of the room from other parts of the house. Russ and Eddie dragged Cindy to the room and sat her upright in a high backed wooden chair, which was securely attached to the floor. The chair had elbows to which wrists could be cuffed to but Russ chose to cuff her hands behind her using double hinge metal cuffs. The next step was to remove her boots. It took some doing as she was seemingly glued into them. Next a pair of heavy duty scissors quickly removed and shredded every ounce of clothing she was wearing. Russ liked women in their birthday suits. Leather ankle cuffs were used to attach her legs to the opposite legs of the chair. Russ made certain they were spread back as far as they could go. Next leather restraining belts were attached around just below and above her boobs and secured to the back ribs of the chair. A specially purchased 5" leather posture collar was attached around her neck. A leather hood with only mouth and nose openings was form fitted over her head. She was left ungagged-at least for now.

Satisfied that their slave was sufficiently immobilized Russ and Eddie set out on the next phase of the operation. Eddie drove her car and left it in the parking lot of a bar about 5 miles away that was frequented by the drug crowd. Russ followed in his car. Using Cindy's cell phone Russ twice dialed the number of a known drug dealer and hung up. When Cindy was eventually reported missing the police would most likely obtain her cell phone records and the calls to the drug dealer would focus attention on the dealer. Russ drove Eddie back to the house knowing Cindy would be conscious when they arrived.

END PART 4

SKIP TRACER PART 5 by Skip

Cindy was indeed conscious. Despite her severe restraints and blindfold she persisted in a torrent of invectives directed at Russ and Eddie. She could not conceive of the possibility that she would be sold into slavery; in her mind this was simply a bizarre sexual assault by two misogynists. Russ explained her intended fate to her and it did nothing to quiet her. Finally Russ took a soiled pair of Eddie's underpants and stuffed them into her mouth effectively silencing her. Russ concluded that to train Cindy conventionally would require such massive flagellation that she would be severely scarred for life. Therefore he opted for electroshock therapy, another of Eddie's specialties. Four electrodes were attached, one on each of her nipples, and one on each of her inner thighs. The system featured a wireless transmitter from which shocks of three intensities could be administered to any or all of the electrodes simultaneously. Her gag was removed and the shocks began. She was commanded to utter a certain phrase such as "I'm a useless slut". If she failed to do so convincingly she would be shocked. Thus a Pavlov Ian response would be achieved and after two hours her defiant attitude had withered significantly and every sentence she uttered ended in "Sir". This training continued for the greater part of two days. Eventually she was allowed the pleasure of a vibrating vaginal dildo. Her position was modified to one of lying on her back on a bed arms and legs cuffed spread eagle style. She was allowed to use the bathroom with her hands cuffed in front of her and a 6" hobble chain between her ankles. Led to the bathroom by a leash she offered no resistance. She was gagged and blindfolded for varying periods of time but a modest ball gag was used instead of underwear.

Transport day arrived quickly enough. Her eyes and overall demeanor were sullen and she appeared resigned to her fate. One hour before transport Eddie injected her buttocks with Valium and the sedating effect was evident immediately. The strait jacket was applied along with the hobble chain. Her vibrator was removed. Gagged but not blindfolded, nude from the waist down, she was led to the dock where a cabin cruiser awaited. It was dusk. Russ or Eddie did not say as little as goodbye as three Black males led her into the cabin and locked her into a specially built wooden crate with a large hook atop. The cabin cruiser traveled three nautical miles and rendezvoused with a huge oil tanker. A winch was lowered and connected to the hook on the crate. Five minutes later Cindy still encased in the crate found herself on the floor of the Captain's office as the vessel began its long voyage to Africa.

EPILOG: one year later

RUSS SCHENCK: indicted by a Federal Grand Jury in Manhattan for income tax evasion and filing a false stolen vehicle insurance claim Russ plea bargains for an 18 month prison sentence. Initially sent to a minimum-security prison camp in Central Pennsylvania he is unexpectly transferred to a nearby maximum security prison. Five days later he is gang raped by male inmates. Acme Bail Bond goes into bankruptcy; Russ' estate is seized to help satisfy the jury award.

EDDIE: after returning to the Pittsburgh area Eddie worked as an AIDS Prevention Outreach Counselor for the county but died six months later, the unintended victim of a drug related drive by shooting.

ANNE BROWN: Anne ingratiated herself with a Columbian drug lord while serving as his sex slave. She now speaks and writes Spanish fluently. The fugitive embezzler has conned her master into allowing her to perform accounting work for the organization.

CINDY PRELL: served faithfully as a harem slave to the Ugandan Minister of Justice. Eventually she was able to convince him to allow her to serve as Headmistress for the other females in the harem. Exempt from serving as a submissive she has reverted to full time Domme status.

THE END

SKIP TRACER-Part 6 by Skip

SYNOPSIS: Ex bounty hunter Cindy Prell has been sold into African slavery by her employer. She is able to escape and return to the US where she lusts for revenge upon her enslaver.

CODES: M/F/F, violent, bdsm, torture, nc

The past two years had not been kind to Cindy Prell. Once a stellar bounty hunter for the Acme Bail Bond Agency she was abducted by her employer, Russell Schenck, and shipped to Africa where she was assigned to the harem of the Ugandan Minister of Justice. She was now 29 years old. At 5'9, 125 pounds and still as eye catching as ever, the brunette radiated an demeanor of dominance and authority.

For a visceral bi-sexual dominate the prospect of being forced to serve males in a harem was a test of her survival ability. Eventually she was able to convince her master that she was well suited for the position of harem keeper- a female dominate to train and discipline the other five harem slaves. Three of the slaves were indigenous Africans, the other two were French females abducted from their home country and shipped to Uganda. Their transport m. o. was much like Cindy's: sedated and restrained in the cargo holds of a ship and an aging prop driven cargo plane.

Despite language differences Cindy derived exceptional pleasure from training the two non-indigenous slaves as they were both initially quite defiant. The indigenous slaves were of a mind set far more conducive to training and did not present the same challenge. As a result of her status as harem keeper her requirement to serve other males was minimized although occasionally she was required to serve an important visitor. Somehow she managed to adapt to such indignities.

As so often happens in Third World countries military coups overthrow existing governments and mass purges occur. Such happened in Uganda and Cindy's master was arrested and executed the day after a three hour summary trial. Cindy was able to escape to the confines of the South African embassy. Fortunately she had served the ambassador previously and he arranged for her safe passage to that nation. Once in South Africa sympathetic government officials provided false documentation which allowed Cindy to enter the US posing as a clerical employee to the South African Embassy in Washington. Cindy's stay as an embassy employee was short lived as she prepared to extract revenge from Russell Schenck.

Operating from an aging farmhouse in the Catskill region of New York is a motorcycle gang known as the" Kings Henchmen". It is an independent outlaw gang consisting of about 25 males and 15 females. Like so many such gangs it supports itself by engaging in trafficking in meth and stolen cycles. The leader of the gang is a 30 something grisly type known only as "Karl the Rogue" whose real identity and background is not known to anyone. About 12 of the members, including the Rogue, reside at the farmhouse. Cindy was acquainted with the Rogue from years ago and it was always on good terms. When Cindy inquired about the prospect of membership in the gang the Rogue promptly provided transportation to the clubhouse for Cindy. Cindy's pitch was that she be allowed to serve as enforcer for the female members of the gang knowing that every gang has its share of errant female members. But Cindy was adamant that she not be considered group property as were the other females. This was acceptable to the Rogue but there was no exception to the initiation rule. Compared to the indignities she had endured in Uganda this was a minor sacrifice. The initiation took place in traditional biker fashion: Cindy was tied spread-eagled on her back to four stakes in the ground and serviced all the male members of the club. She did her best to fake orgasms but something strange happened when she was servicing the Rogue. The feeling of pleasure was genuine and overwhelming as he thrust repeatedly into her. Cindy knew intuitively she had to dispel this attraction before it led to her demise. Permanent sexual attraction to any male was simply incompatible with her visceral dominate character.

Cindy's first disciplinary case was Leslie a 18 year old runaway from a wealthy Boston family who had been with the gang less than two months. Her transgression was that she had a sexual encounter with a local construction worker, a practice strictly forbidden by the gang rules. Cindy confronted the snooty aired wench in her bedroom and without warning dragged her by the hair outdoors where she was quickly attached by leather cuffs to an overhead bar connected between two wooden poles. "Time for some clothing alterations" chuckled Cindy reverting to her characteristic sarcastic mannerism. Using a pair of shears the skimpy clothing Leslie was wearing was quickly shredded leaving her on display while the other gang members were assembled to witness the impending flagellation. Using a flogger Cindy administered nearly twenty lashes to various body parts taking particular delight in the pussy lashes. Leslie was sobbing hysterically by the time the lashings ended. To complete her humiliation Cindy attached a metallic chastity belt padlocking it securely in place. Every evening for the next seven days Leslie would report to Cindy, nude except for the belt, for an inspection of the belt least any tampering might have been attempted. While the device effectively prevented any meaningful sexual activity the pain resulting from the lashings would have had a similar effect.

Less than 100 miles away in Westchester County Russell Schenck was moving on with his life. After serving 18 months in a federal prison for tax and conspiracy charges he had completed his probation after being forced to work as a lowly pizza delivery driver. His Acme Bail Bond Agency was long bankrupt, his Long Island Oceanside estate forfeited to satisfy judgments.. At 53 years old and of slovenly appearance his future appeared dismal. That is until he met and incurred the favor of 24 year old Julia Goldstein. Julia was the heiress to the estate of her late husband a prominent NYC area trial lawyer who died in a traffic accident under mysterious circumstances at age 54 only one year after marrying Julia. The estate included a luxurious 15 acre farmhouse tract and nearly $5 million dollars in insurance and other assets. Julia was a stunning 5'5, 115 lb. blond with a models appearance. She had never worked a day in her life having repeatedly leeched off wealthy males. Her attraction for Russell Schenck defied comprehension but they lived together at the farmhouse mansion. Their sex life was pretty much conventional with Russell never revealing his prior involvement in slave procurement and training. Russell had no idea as to the whereabouts of Cindy Prell assuming she was serving in some African harem. The knowledge that she was less than 100 miles away would definitely have destroyed his peace of mind.

Given Cindy's wherewithal it didn't take her long to ascertain the whereabouts and situation of Russell Schenck. Murder as revenge for her enslavement would have been too benevolent. He had to be abducted, tortured and enslaved. While there was a market for male slaves especially in South America the appeal of a 53 year slovenly type was nil. On the other hand the market value of a female slave such as Julia was astronomically higher. Cindy had made the Rogue aware of her intentions and while non-committal he did not rule out the possibility. The prospect of realizing $100,000 or more for Julia's sale could only cause the Rogue to accept the proposition.

Cindy's next disciplinary assignment for the gang was well suited for someone with a background as a bounty hunter. A 20 year old female gang member from the Syracuse area absconded with nearly $1000.00 in drug proceeds. Cindy and a male member were assigned to track down and return her. The wayward wench was easily located at a rural honky tonk. Cindy and her companion staked out the parking lot and with luck Brenda emerged alone from the pub just before midnight and walked towards her car. She was quickly overpowered by the two and dragged into the cargo area of the van. Cindy moved with skilled precision to restrain her captive. Metal handcuffs were used for the wrists and ankles, a leather neck collar was attached with a cable to a floor hook effectively preventing her from thrashing about. A soiled pair of Cindy's panties were stuffed into the mouth which was then sealed with duct tape wrapped around her head. Even by Cindy's standards this was severe restraint but the wench had to pay a price for betraying the gang. The captive, a buxom 5'4, 135 lb. brunette, looked good clad in a short dress and heels.

Cindy rode shotgun in he rear for most of the three hour trip back to the clubhouse taking great pleasure in painfully fisting her captive. To further add to her pain a plug with a sandpapered surface was inserted anally. Brenda would be sore for many days to come. In the drivers seat Joe was in agony as Brenda's repeated moaning into her gag caused him to be unbearably hard. With any other female gang member Joe would have commanded a blow job but the last male member to proposition Cindy was kneed by her in the groin with the Rogue laughing in approval.

At the club house the Rogue, at Cindy's urging, had constructed two windowless confinement cells in the basement of the farmhouse. The cells were constructed with a steel door with a small one way window. The occupant of the cell had no view outside the cell and could not tell if they were being observed. The cells were furnished with metal frame cots securely bolted to the floor along with various hooks for attaching restraining devices. Cindy tried to persuade the Rogue to provide audio and video monitoring devices but so far he had not seen fit to do so.

One day Cindy gleefully anticipated that Russell Schenck and Julia Goldstein would occupy the cells. For the time being Brenda became the first occupant. A mattress was provided for the cot and a four foot chain attached to a metal neck collar assured that Brenda would be unable to stand. She would spend a few days in solitary confinement pending a "trial" before the gang members after which Cindy would be allowed to impose some brutal punishment. Until then Brenda was under Cindy's direct supervision. Cindy used her periodic visits to the cell to inflict assorted lashings upon the chained prisoner. Food was meager consisting of a liquid protein shakes. The Rogue had not authorized Cindy to use strap on devices upon other females. She was quite confident that would soon change. For the time being Brenda was kept nude and chained continually. Aside from the periodic lashes she endured only verbal abuse and taunting from Cindy.

Late in the evening the Rogue sent word for Cindy to come to his bedroom. Upon entering Cindy first noticed Dawn lying on the floor naked and in a rigid hog tie. Dawn a brunette at 5'3" and 150 lb. was one of the heftier gang members and the oldest at 38. She was best known for her propensity to pick fights with non gang females at bars. The fact that she was a competent motorcycle mechanic probably contributed to her continued residency. Cindy wasn't aware of any recent transgressions by Dawn that would warrant punishment. "Strip we're going to make love" commanded the Rogue to Cindy.. "What were you a bad girl Dawn" chuckled Cindy as she reached down and patted her buttocks. The Rogue reacted by grabbing Cindy by the hair and pushing her to the bed. "The pig is not allowed to speak she is just here to watch and listen, now strip" commanded the Rogue in an angry tone. Cindy fought off the urge to strike back against the Rogue knowing she would end up severely battered and occupying the second punishment cell. Confused as to where this was all leading she quickly stripped.

With minimal foreplay the Rogue mounted Cindy from the rear and began thrusting vigorously. Once again Cindy began to experience the strange sensation of actually enjoying sex with a male. The multiple organisms were genuine. She was torn between this feeling of inordinate sexual gratification and her ultimate goal of enslaving Russell Schenck. Cindy would have much preferred not to have a bound female in such close proximity.

Once the Rogue finished his coital visitation he produced a strap on device. Handing it to Cindy he ordered her to put it on and to fuck Dawn anally until ordered to stop. "I don't fuck grandmothers" replied Cindy in a more matter of fact tone than chuckling. Without warning the Rogue produced a flogger and delivered a sharp lash to Cindy's pussy causing her to cringe in pain. "I'm sick and tired of your fucking sarcastic manner now do what I told you or you'll spend the night bound together with your face in her pussy" roared the Rogue. Cindy still shell shocked complied and after stuffing her panties into Dawn's mouth began thrusting. In the brief instant before the panties were inserted Dawn managed a smile, her first smile of the night

After nearly 10 minutes of anal liberties the Rogue dismissed Cindy. She retired to her private bedroom, one of two non communal bedrooms in the house. Cindy was extremely troubled by the Rogue's increasingly mercurial and violent behavior. The lashing in front of Dawn threatened to undermine Cindy's authority as gang enforcer. What sexual attraction she had previously been feeling for the Rogue was fast fading. She seriously considered leaving the gang. Depressed and tired Cindy obtained a downer from the club pharmacy and soon was sound asleep.

The next day the Rogue summoned Cindy to his office. Expecting further abuse she was quite surprised to say the least to find the Rogue apologetic for his earlier treatment of herself. At least as close to apologetic as was possible for the Rogue. Then came the real stunner. The Rogue informed Cindy that he had found a South American buyer for Julia Goldstein and that the buyer also would take delivery of Russell Schenck. The buyer desired delivery within three weeks. The Rogue knew that consummating the mission would require great planning and risk but he had complete confidence in Cindy 's expertise. Cindy was speechless for a few moments then chuckled "Russ will need training in sucking male cocks I think you'd be a great teacher Rogue". The Rogue stared angrily at Cindy then stopped and managed a smile as he shook his head. It was a tribute to Cindy's irrepressible sarcasm After months of brutal enslavement Cindy's lust for revenge would soon be fulfilled.

END PART 6