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Stopping a Gunrunner [with Wolfy]

Santiago paraded Natasha around the room as he led her by the leash attached to her collar. The cameras were rolling, as these happenings were being transmitted on Sangtiago's secure internet line that he used to show off the girls he had abducted, and allowed prospective buyers to see the merchandise up close. He also had a riding crop in his left hand, and smacked Natasha's ass occasionally as they paraded around the room, at that time he put the leash in his right hand.

The cameras followed Santiago and Natasha as this was a pre-programmed choreographed stroll, Santiago controlled recording from the remote he had in his right hand. After the parade around the room, Santiago stopped in the center, the background contained the table as well as different "toys" hung on the wall. He looked down at Natasha, then up at the camera, "This is Natasha, my newest acquisition. Natahsa, tell everyone all about your assets, breast size, and how you would love to serve them." He then tugged on the leash to let Natasha know she was to speak, and kept his finger on the remote to shock her if she refused.

He then looked up at the camera, "If you're interested in having Natasha, you know how to get hold of me." He then discreetly stopped the recording, but made it look as if the cameras were still operating. "Now it is time for some private fun," he whispered, then took out a blackjack in his right hand, and bonked her across the back of her head.
 
Slowly Natasha started to come around. "mmph." a low gurgle came from the little detective. The first thing she noticed was pain. Her head hurt and for some reason her arms and legs did as well.

Eyes finally prying themselves open, she was met with a pitch black room, caused by a bandana around her head, but judging by the chill in the air, and the sensation of ropes biting into her skin she was still completely naked. Gently she tried to wiggle and could feel her entire body sway ever so slightly. A startled mpph, eeped out of the gag around her mouth.

What Natasha couldn't see was the system of ropes and pulleys that suspended her above the room, allowing her body to be pulled around along a track running in the room or raised and lowered at will. The ropes bit into her skin, and after a slight wiggle inventory she she pained a picture in her mind of her bindings.

Her arms were drawn up behind her back, nestled in between her shoulder-blades, and tightly coiled with a soft nylon rope, heading up her arms, another coil of rope helped keep them uncomfortably close together. As she breathed in, she could feel pressure in her breasts and realized they too had been tightly wrapped above and bellow with rope, causing them to pop out nicely.

As she wiggled her body, testing each limb to find the extent of her captivity, she found another coil of rope above and bellow her knee's, and around her ankles. With some effort she thought she could tell that her ankles and wrists came together in a hogtie. Even with her careful movements, her body swayed painfully in it's suspension and with another whimper and a shake of the head, she finally realized that it was not a simple gag that kept her pleas silent, but a muzzle covering her entire mouth and chin, secured in the back by a relentless padlock that jingled as she moved.
 
The to the room was opened and a hand flicked on the light switch near the doorway on the wall. Santiago stood in the doorway as he admired Natasha's new position. He walked in and up to Natasha, with a smile on his face, "I see you have come to, and...well..are you as uncomfortable as you look?" He walked around her as he checked the ropes and the padlock that secured the muzzle she wore over her mouth and chin. He reached up and slapped her ass as he ended up in front of her.

"I have had a couple in inquiries about you since our last meeting, and a couple of buyers are interested since they saw the video of you and I." He took out a hunting knife and used the flat blade to squeeze her nipples. Then he took out a pair of nipple clamps and attached them to each of her nipples. He sat the hunting knife nearby and then picked up a cat o nine tails, and held the handle tight in his right hand. He then started to flick his wrist as he whipped her bare ass watching the tails find their mark on her butt.

He moved around her and let the cat o nine tails do its work as he whipped her hard enough so she could feel it, but not to damage the goods, since he could make some money off her. He then used the handle as a dildo and moved it around the entrance to her love canal, and playfully thrust the end of the handle inside her. He smiled as Cito approached him and whispered in his ear. He then looked at her, "Business calls, I'll be right back." He then left the room with Cito, the light still on, and the door closed.
 
Natasha's body slowly twirled around the room, she squirmed uselessly for a while against the strict bonds that rendered her a helpless plaything to her former target. She caught sight of herself in a mirror, strung up pathetically like a piece of meat, camera's focused on her every move as she slowly twisted around from the rope.

Soon her anger and frustrations seemed to give way to an overwhelming wave of helplessness. Low sobs leaked out of the muzzle and she could feel tears finally stinging her eyes, threatening to run down her face unchecked. She struggled to fight them back, knowing that if they started it would never stop. She shut her eyes tight, and focused on trying to control her breathing, and remain calm. It wasn't really working that well.
 
A bit of time passed and then the door opened. Santiago came back in and smiled as he walked up to Natahsa, "You have been really good for business. I have a bidding war going on over the Internet, for you, yes you, between a gentleman in the Middle East and a Japanese customer. They saw the video feed, and were most impressed." His right hand caressed her hair as he then checked on the nipple clamps, and tightened them.

"Now where were we," his words faded as he again picked up the cat o' nine tails, and started to whip her again, hard enough to let her know but not to damage her since there was a bidding war going on. He then put the whip down, and lit a red candle with a match. He smiled as he saw the wax start to get ready to melt and moved it over Natasha's body. He watched the wax drip on her as he moved the candle evenly over her body. The red wax looked like rose petals over her as it landed on her back, and butt cheeks, as well as the bottoms of her feet, then dried and assumed its rose petal likeness.
 
Natasha shook her head angrily when he mentioned being good for business, mouthing obscenities into her muzzle. She shook and bounced in her rope harness as he touched her, only causing herself great pain as the clamps on her sore, swollen nipples jiggled.

Long, muffled squeals of pain epeed out as she felt the hot wax drip down her body, and she blinked furiously as tears started to form around her eyes at this treatment.
 
Santiago blew out the candle and set it aside on the table. He then opened a pocket knife and moved the flat part of the blade around her breasts and pressed in on her firm nipples, after he had removed the nipple clamps. His tongue licked around her breasts, and then bit her nipples enough to let her know it was done. His free hand stroked her hair out of her face.

He moved the flat blade around her belly button and gently drew circles around her stretched oval with the point of the blade. His tongue then licked around and deep inside her belly button, as he enjoyed the taste of the sweat that had formed on her body. Putting the knife away, he untied the rope from around the post and let her down slowly onto the floor.

He then attached the leash to her collar, and untied her wrists, kept muzzle in place. "Go to your cage, on all fours," he tapped her butt with a riding crop as he looked down at her, the leash in his left hand, the riding crop in his right hand.
 
Natasha let out another muffled squeal, this time of relief as her sore, stiff muscles got a chance to relax, and her swollen, red nipples finally were let free. Hesitating for only a moment she started to crawl along the floor, only to fall hard on her face as she tried to use her limbs after hours of suspension. Her eyes darted for an exit, but knew that if she could barely even move, she'd have no chance at running for an exit. Raising her head, bright green eyes still wet with tears she shook her head stubbornly, not wanting to be sent into a cramped cage again after such a long time tied up. She tried to yell, scream at him, and only made herself frustrated that he'd muzzled her, silencing her threats and cries into muffled whimpers.

Another long look at the riding crop, convinced her to shuffle along on her knees and hands, slowly inching towards the cage.
 
Santiago smiled, "I figured you would see it my way," then tapped her butt again with the riding crop as he walked along towards the cage, the leash firmly held in his left hand. The cage door was already open, and the stopped just outside the open door to the cage. He unhooked the leash from her collar and then tapped her again on the butt as he admired her fully exposed butt cheeks as well as her jiggly breasts.

"Inside your cage," then tapped her butt again with the riding cropped. He then shut the cage door, locked it and laid the leash and riding crop on the table nearby. He then blew her a kiss, and left the playroom, shutting the door behind him.
 
Natasha curled up in a ball, trying to make herself as small as possible. When she heard the door close she allowed herself a muffled sob and a tear slid down her face. In the past two days she'd been kidnapped, tied up, humiliated, teased, made into an object of sexual desire, collared, muzzled and locked away and it was taking a heavy toll on her heart. Tears started falling rapidly now as anger and dispare rose up in her heart, fighting for control, and she wiped them away quickly, after a few moments of quite sobbing her head collapsed against the cage floor and she allowed herself to fall into a deep, exhausted sleep.
 
The hidden camera remained on in the room where the cage was located. The lights around the room were shut off except for a couple lights that illuminated the cage. Santiago had left for the night, and Cito remained to oversee the work in the 'illegitimate' side of the warehouse. He propped his feet up on the conference room table as he watched the monitor where Natasha's cage was located. He smiled as he saw her wipe around her face, he could hear the sobs through the audio from the camera. He admired her lying on the cage floor as she drifted off to sleep. The light illuminated her breasts and nipples, as well as her belly button stretching slight with every breath she took. Her belly moved up and down as she breathed. Cito then walked away from the monitor once he saw her go to sleep, as he headed down into the warehouse area to check on the shipment that was ready to go out.
 
Natasha sleep was filled with troubled dreams her exhausted mind and body wouldn't allow her to wake up from. In some she stood naked upon a podium, while people filtered around bellow her looked up, commenting on her figure and form like she was a statue, they admired her dark green eyes and round taut ass, ample breasts and flat tummy, every now and then one would move a few fingers over her curves and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get her body to move away to even twitch in response.

Another had her collared and living in a small cage, much like this one, she was let out when it was time for her to be washed and go outside to do her business, someone combed her hair out and powdered her body before letting her crawl over to a dish with her name on it. She'd bend down and lap up the water waiting for her before being called into the bedroom for an inspection.

Yet still another dream she was responding to a young couple not much older than herself. She could hear her voice addressing them as Master and Mistress while they gave her a list of duties for the house, and informing her at what times she was to be expected to get ready to please them.


Yet throughout all of her dreams she remained curled up in a ball on the cage floor, her legs and arms twitching every now and then to the dreams in her head, muffled moans and screams squeaking out of her muzzle.
 
Cito had finished in the 'illegtimate' section of the warehouse. The arms shipment had been picked up, and in his hand he had the signed shipping manifest that showed receipt of the shipment. He also carried with the shipping manifest, and white envelope that contained one hundred 1000 dollar bills, the final payment due on receipt of the shipment. He took the manifest and envelope upstairs to Santiago's office, and put it inside the safe, for him to deal with in the morning.

He then looked at the monitor and sat that Natasha was curled up in a ball in the cage. From the noise he could hear through the mics, she was asleep and the mic picked up the muffled moans and screams from her muzzle. He admired her ass and crack as she curled up in view of the camera. He smiled and then walked out of the office and down to the room where the cage was located. He unlocked he door, went into the room and palmed a dart with a knockout substance in his right hand. When he reached the cage, he moved his hand slowly inside the cage bars, produced the dart in his right hand and stuck the dart into the nearest of her ass cheeks near the cage bars.
 
While Natasha lay unconscious several of her captors staff went about preparing her for the shipment and presentation to her new owners. Her body was treated much like a ragdoll, being poked and prodded, skin scrubbed clean and making sure her skin was smooth and soft. Her hair and face was curled and made up marvelously, eyebrows plucked and shaped attractively. She looked almost like a completely diff rent person than the tangled haired, sweaty, dirty woman who'd been held captive for days. Finishing with her preparations, the team injected her with another dose, before moving her over to a display post in another room. Several girls were cuffed in attractive display's showing off the best features of each new shipment, all waiting for deliveries to be arranged so they could begin their new lives.

Some mewed and pleaded into their gags, looking at each other helplessly, and others simply gazed at the ground, submitting to the fate that lay ahead of them. A select few girls walked around the room, naked except for the collars around their necks. They attending to the shipments - Santiago's personal obedient pets, who went about inspecting each girl for bruises or marks, and some still that simply toyed with the girls on display.
 
Cito watched as one of the workers dragged Natasha out of the cage, and another grabbed her ankles. They carried her out of the room and down the hallway, where all the preparations were made for her to be shipped to her new owner. Santiago had phoned Cito, and told him that Sonny Burnett would arrive for her and that she was to be properly readied for him to take possession. He walked into the room of posts and saw Natasha cuffed to the middle post. He walked past the other girls, and ignored the sounds coming from them, their mouths gagged. He stooped down when he reached Natasha, stroked her hair, and then looked up when one of the workers said that Burnette had arrived.

Cito met Sonny in the office where all the 'illegitimate transactions' took place. Burnette was dressed casually, in a pair of khaki dockers, and a matching suit jacket partially hid a light blue buttoned shirt. He opened a briefcase he had set on the table, and Cito proceeded to count the 10 packs of 1000 dollar bills that were inside. Cito nodded to one of the workers to bring out Natasha. The male loaded her into Burnette's silver Mercedes sedan, and then it was off across town to a hidden cove where a ocean going cabin cruiser was docked. The name ALBATROSS was painted on the bow and stern. Burnette lifted Natasha over his left shoulder and took her aboard. After a trip down a stairwell and through a large stateroom, he laid her on a bed in a cabin that connected to the master cabin, the door open. He then sat down and worked at his desk as the boat rocked gently at anchor.
 
Slowly, hours latter the detective started siring from her drug educed slumber. With much effort she managed to push herself up off the strange bed, blinking in the low light of the cabin. W...what's going on? her drugged mind wondered, and she slowly stretched out her sore limbs, aching from the endless hours of being restrained and caged.

A low, barely audible moan fell out of her dry lips, room spinning as she tried to walk, falling back to her knees on the floor., in a coughing fit.
 
Sonny turned from working at the captain's desk in his cabin, as he heard a low moan from the adjoining cabin. He set down his pen after he finished an entry in his journal. His suit coat was hung over the back of the desk chair, his pocket t-shirt and matching dockers now visible. He got up, walked over to a small refrigerator, and took out a chilled bottle of water. He opened it, then tightened the lid as he approached the doorway which led into the adjoining cabin.

He saw his guest had awaken. He admired her nubile body, her breasts had escaped from the skimpy bra holding them, her aereolas were visible along with her firm nipples. He admired her fully exposed thighs as he saw her on her knees. He stooped down and offered her the bottled water, "I see you have finally came to, drink this slowly, it will help get you some moisture back on your lips." He held out the bottle of water, his free hand started to stroke her hair gently.
 
Natasha grabbed the bottle from his hand greedily, gulping down the water, surprised at how thirsty she felt. Breathing heavily, she felt his hand onto of her hair and flinched back, bottle slipping through her fingers. "Don't touch me." she growled angrily, not sure why she bristled at this man. Her head was stating to clear a bit, she knew she shouldn't be hear. She knew she had a job to do, but she wasn't sure what, or why she was here, or why she was dressed this way.

She rubbed her painful, stiff limbs, noting the marks around her wrists and ankles, from being restrained. "Stay away from me." she spat out, glaring at him.
 
Sonny said nothing as he heard her lash out at him via he words, "Well I see the water has restored your voice," as he watched her gulp the water down. He moved his left hand away from her when she bristled, and reached inside his shirt, part of a chain necklace was visible around his neck. He revealed what was attached to necklace, a badge. Sonny Burnette was an alias this deep cover cop had used to enable him to get inside operations such as Santiago. He watched her finish the water bottle and held out his right hand, "You want another, I'll get it for you, even help you get circulation in your limbs. I don't blame you for acting the way you do, right now," as he saw the marks on her wrists and ankles."

He got up and walked out of the cabin, and returned with another bottled water and a couple of small ice packs for her wrists and limbs, "So, who are you, and how did you end up this way?"
 
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