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Caught in the Investigation (Alessa and SolitaryMan)

Exhausted from trying to get free, most of Becca's tears had dried and she had given up attempting to get free. Her shirt had ended up wedged high on her chest from all of her struggles, one cup of her cotton bra showing from under the fabric, and her pants had sagged down below her hips once again, flashing her cotton panties and heaving stomach and navel. She attempted to keep herself calm and prepared, but she felt utterly helpless, bound securely with her bare back pressing against the rough wood of the post.

Finally, the door opened and a man opened the door, calling to a Mr. Garth that she was in there. A moment later, a man in well-tailored clothes looked in, along with a massive bodyguard behind him. She looked at them as fiercely as she could, her green eyes flashing angrily as they smiled at her and the bodyguard stated she was nice for a federal agent.

She spat out muffled curses as she kicked her legs, attempting to find a way to fight them, dust flying into the air from her struggles, making her eyes water and her to cough.
 
Garth walked into the storehouse and looked down at Becca, and admired her heaving belly, belly button in a crunched horizontal oval and her cotton bikini panties. "So you're the pesky one that Whitaker called me about. How nice, your sister was feisty as well, and now she is off somewhere taking good care of her new owner." He nodded to Cito, "Untie her and bring her aboard." Cito nodded as he walked over to the post and looked down at her, "Definitely a fed boss, can tell by the white underwear, guess she gonna get a change of undies anyways. "

Cito looked her over as he took out a switchblade and pressed the switch. In a split second the blade popped open. He looked at Becca, "Hold still or I'll slice you good," then proceeded to cut the rope holding her ankles and wrists together. "Alright stand up," Garth watching everything at the doorway to the storeroom as Cito stood off to her left near the post.
 
She heard mention of her sister and remembered the photograph of her poor sister in the room she had escaped from. Her new owner? God, her sister had been.. been sold? She kicked more, struggling and screaming out in muffled tones, even more so when they talk about her underwear.. but at the sight of the switchblade, she went still and quiet, noticing how sharp it was in a glance. He told her to hold still, and she did, the knife cutting easily through the bonds.

She was in an awkward position, and the bodyguard knew what he was doing, keeping the knife positioned just next to her throat as she stood up, tugging on her jeans and pulling them over her navel once again, jerking down her top. She might have charged, but she had to stay alive and unharmed.. had to stay alive for her sister. Every instinct told her to run, to fight.. but she was exhausted and sore, her head throbbing and muscles aching. She had no fight in her, and just lowered her head, the signs of her weakness evident. The gag still filled her mouth, but she didn't even make a sound as she walked passively in front of the large guard and onto the boat. She wouldn't stand a chance until she got some rest, she knew, and could only hope she would be left alone a while so she could sleep and plan.. but something told her this slick man had other ideas.
 
The four crewmen of the Raven watched as Becca went up the gangplank and onto the top deck. The engineer had come out of the rear deck door and was a bit greasy, taking a break to get some fresh air from the hot engine room. The pilot was already off the boat and there were two other crewmen, on of them on the bow and the other at the gangplank.

Cito followed Becca up the gangplank and then Garth behind him. "That's the last time you'll be jerking on any of your clothes, hot stuff, get it?," then Cito spanked her butt with his bare hand. Once Garth was on deck, he headed for the entrance to below deck and to the stateroom. Cito looked at Becca, "Follow him," and nudged her along. Down a small flight of stairs and the state room was equisite, first class all the way, handcrafted furniture, an oak table, matching chairs, as well as matching handcrafted couch and chairs. An up to date entertainment system also was in the stateroom, as was a bar in the far corner. There was a hallway the circled around through the rest of the below deck, one spur headed back to the hold and engine room, the other led to the communcations room, as well as a line of guest cabins and then the master cabin.

Garth watched Becca and Cito come down the stairs and into the state room. He watched her as he sipped on a gin and tonic, and as Cito got out a device to detect the presence of any tracking devices or bugs. Garth looked at her, "Strip down to your birthday suit, now," as Cito began to move the device aorund her.
 
She looked spitefully around at the people on the boat.. the greasy, dirty man who looked like a mechanic, three others who were standing around who must have been the crew.

Cito smacked her butt and she jumped, yelping in pain as it stung badly, and he told her it was the last time she'd be jerking on her clothes, as she tugged at her pants. She flushed with anger and shame, suspecting she knew exactly what he meant. How was she going to get out of this?? A boat was much harder to escape from than a club, and there would be far less witnesses or opportunities. She would have to hang in there, stay strong, and look for a chance!

She followed Cito into the boat and down some stairs into the stateroom, and Becca noticed the fantastic, rich furniture and settings. This man had spared no expense, from the entertainment to the seating. She suspected everything was filmed, as well. The man was undoubtedly perverted enough to get off on spying others. A hallway moved through the boat, but it all led back to the one entrance, so she wrote it off as essentially useless.

The man in the expensive suit, Garth, watched Becca and sipped on a drink as the bodyguard scanned her for any devices. She wished she had some on her! But she scanned clean, and Garth looked her up and down and told her to strip.

She resisted a moment, but finally reached first to her head and undid the disgusting, spit-covered gag and tossed the bandana on his rich carpet in spite. "You won't get away with this," she murmured. "You will be found." But with the bodyguard there, still armed, she knew she had no choice and flushed hotter still as she tugged her jean jacket and t-shirt off, revealing her empty holster. She folded both and set them down, leaving her in her white, cotton bra covering her modest, 34C breasts. Leaving that on, she unbuttoned her baggy pants and unzipped them, letting them slide easily to the floor to pool at her feet. Her stomach was red with embarrassment and taut, heaving with each breath, her navel a spot of darkness in the pale flesh. She kicked off her shoes, stepped out of the jeans, and stood in her panties and bra. Finally, knowing it would only lead to pain and utterly exhausted from her ordeal so far, she unclasped her bra in a smooth motion and slid it off her arms, throwing it to the ground, and then hooked the waistband of her white bikini briefs and pulled them down as well, revealing a thick mound of red hair over her privates. She stood back up, one arm over her breasts and the other covering her patch of pubic hair, hoping to avoid giving these horrible men a free show.
 
Garth watched as Becca grudgingly, slowly, but eventually complied and totally stripped out of her clothing. Cito scanned the clothing for any bugs or devices then tossed her empty shoulder to his boss. "She's clean, here's another souvenior for you." He then gathered up her clothes and sent them down a chute that led to the lower deck of the Raven, the engineer would put them to good use. Garth hung her shoulder holster on a hook that protuded from a pole hangar in the stateroom near the bar. As Garth walked around her, he moved her hands off her breasts and crotch, his right hand carressed her red hair, as well as fondled one of her breasts and nipples. His right hand briefly fondled her crotch and then as he went back around his right hand slapped her butt. "You and your sister are quite alike, she felt the same way that I wasn't going to get away with what I'm doing, but...here I am." He slapped her butt again and then went back to the bar to retrieve his drink.

All the while this was happening, another male stood in the doorway to the passageway that lead forward to the guest cabins and wound around past the master cabin, then to the communications room, and the armory. The crews quarters were on the lower deck. the male was dressed in a white dinner jacket and had a black pocket t-shirt and matching black trousers. Garth looked over at him, "Well Higgins what do you think? Sarah O'Hare's sister, just as beautiful isn't she?" The black haired male with blue eyes nodded, " Indeed sir, she is." Garth looked at Becca, "You will follow Higgins back to your quarters," then he turned and started to walk towards the stateroom table. Higgins looked at her, "Follow me please," then started down the passageway. The first door on the left was the galley. Cito watched Becca to make sure she did follow him. The necessity to guard was reduced because of the layout on the boat.

Higgins stopped in front of the doorway of the cabin Becca was to be put. The cabin was small but cozy, a hand crafted captain's bed fit for that size of a room, a nightstand and lamp, chair and small couch as well as dresser, vanity, bathroom, and closet. Inside the dresser drawers were a variety of thong underwear of different colors, and all skimpy. Another drawer had different tops that definitely showed off the middriff or barely covered it, and would definitely ride up a girl's body. In the closet were some gowns, and pantsuit type outfits that showed all the curves and assets as well as the tops were skimpy. Also included were jeans, lowrider and hiphuggers, capris and other designs to show off the curves and butt. Higgins gestured to Becca, "This is your quarters," then shut the door, and walked back into the galley to continue his work.
 
She could feel the eyes on her.. unwelcome eyes that took her entire body in despite her wishes.. it emphasized how powerless..how helpless.. she was at that moment. The bodyguard handed her clothing to Garth, and Becca could only watch angrily as they tossed it down a chute, before hanging her holster up, like it was taunting her.

Garth walked around her trembling, naked body talking about how her sister fought as well - Good for her, she thought - but knew better than to stop him when he moved her hands away from her body, revealing her pale, pink nipples and busy red hair around her mound to any who chose to see. She turned her head to watch him as he moved around her, trying to be defiant and not react, trying to be strong as he stroked her hair and tweaked her nipples. "remember this.. use it against them later," she thought to herself, letting the fires of anger stoke within her. He then reached down to her mound, slipping a finger between her folds making her shake with rage, before he smacked her butt again, making her yelp and jump despite herself. She had always been very sensitive to spankings!

He grabbed his drink, and another man showed up, this one dressed in a black shirt and white jacket, hie blue eyes piercing and cold., He was told that she was Sarah's sister, and the man agreed that she was beautiful, making her blush hotter and involuntarily lower her eyes in shame. She followed him, if only eager to get away from all of the eyes taking her in, and she was led to the cabin. She knew better than to run, as she could get nowhere with all the people onboard prepared for her attempts. Instead, she stepped meekly into the room and looked around, as the man gestured to the room and closed it behind her, undoubtedly locking it against her escape.

"Damn," she muttered as she looked around. She had to get clothing, some kind of barrier between her and the scum on this boat. She dug through the closets and drawers, finding only clothes that she would consider fitting for sluts.. but she had to dress in something! She finally gave in and picked out a bright yellow thong that rode high on her hips, tugging them on. She had never worn one before, thinking they were demeaning, and it rode deep into the crack of her butt uncomfortably. She would have to just get used to it. She then found a pair of capris that were a dark blue, and decided it was better that nothing. Putting them on, they closed well below her waist, and she had to struggle just to fit into the skin-tight jeans. After they were on, the strings of the thong were still very evident, raising above the jeans. There was nothing for it, though.

Finally, she found a muted red top, no more than a halter top. There were no bras to be found, so she had no choice but to put it on and let her breasts hang free. This top was tight as well, clinging to her breasts and the thin material showed her pert nipples standing out. It seemed she would be allowed no privacy at all! The top ended just below the curve of her breasts, and she would have to be careful of her movements or it would surely reveal far too much. Her pale stomach was clear to everyone, every line and the deep curve of her navel advertised, as well as the lines of her hips and the deep cleavage of her breasts. It was, in her opinion, ridiculously over-sexed and slutty. With nothing else to do and exhaustion overcoming her, she lay down on the bed and fell almost immediately asleep.
 
While Becca was sleeping, Garth got out a digital camera and walked back to the door leading into ther cabin. He turned the doornob slowly and quietly opened the door, the Raven rocked slightly as the tide was coming in and the water washed up against the port side of the craft. Once inside her room he quietly moved like a cat over to the bed and gently put a hankie laced with chloroform over her nose and mouth, then held in place with his right hand. After he was satisfied she was out cold, he removed the hankie and put it back in a ziploc bag, that ended up in his right side jacket pocket.

With the digital camera, Garth began taking pictures of Becca for his personal album as well as to put up on a secure web page for potential buyers. He took pictures of her in various positions, as he moved her around, and set up shots of her fondling herself, both her crotch as well as her breasts, positioning her right hand in both areas and snapping pictures. He even fondled her breasts as well and squeezed her nipples with his right hand. He leaned down and his tongue licked around her belly button, now in a vertical oval after he had moved her hands over her head, and positioned her on her back. His tongue moved deep inside her belly button, and licked in a counterclockwise motion.

After he left the room, Garth went back to the state room and opened up his laptop computer that was sitting on the table. He downloaded the photos and then pasted them on the web site, afterwards downloaded copies to include in his photo album. He also posted some of the photos of Becca nude in the stateroom, as the bug detector that Cito used also doubled as a camera. He smiled as he looked at the photos of Becca on the website before closing the page and then continuing to work on some lingering paperwork. The Raven had just returned from a trip down the Mexican coast to deliver some guns to one of the local drug gangs, and Garth looked over the itinerary and saw that a trip was going to be made tomorrow to the coastal port of Tampico.

Throughout the rest of the day and into the evening, the crew of the Raven worked on the craft to get it ready for the trip to Tampico tomorrow. Normally Garth would have gone into town to the Bird Cage, but tonight he was staying on board because of the trip down the coast in the morning. He smelled the meal Higgins was getting ready, steak stir fry with all fresh vegetables, and a chilled Madeira wine. Garth cleared off his laptop and walked back past Becca's cabin and into the master bedroom, where he put his laptop on the captain's desk and added the photos to his album he kept in the lower right hand drawer. Higgins had set out plates, glasses and silverware for two people. Garth came back out and sat down at the head of the stateroom table, then nodded to Higgins. He went back to Becca's room, opened the door and walked in and shook her slighly with his right hand, "Miss O'Hare, dinner is served, Mr Garth wants you to join, and I suggest you do or else he will come back and pull you out into the state room by that ravishing red hair or yours."
 
Becca slept deeply, unaware of the intruder into her stateroom, breathing deeply the chloroform rag that was help to her sleeping face, and she sank deeper into helpless unconsciousness, unaware of all that was done to her.

She was placed into poses she never would have done on her own, posed carefully and professionally in lewd positions where she touched herself, her mound, and somehow managing to be made to look like she was doing it on her own. He licked and kissed her belly button, making the skin dance instinctually in reaction to it, and then she was finally left alone as he did his evil, dirty work, unaware of what was coming in her future.

She slept drugged, a deep, unconscious sleep for many hours before she felt a hand shaking her shoulder, waking her. She forgot where she was for a moment until she saw the face of Higgins looking down at her, and she remembered everything.. what had happened, how she was dressed.. and she scooted back in bed away from the strange man. He told her that she was wanted for dinner with Garth, and that it would be wise of her to accept.

She knew she had to choose her battles, and that dinner wasn't worth a major fight. If he wanted her dead, she already would be. No, she was certain he had other plans for her.

Walking as confidently as she could in the revealing clothes she was wearing, she followed the man to the stateroom where the dinner was spread out, and the smells of it made her stomach rumble and growl with need. It had been too long since she'd eaten, and she was eager to! She stepped through the door, seeing the horrid Garth at the table with a bottle of wine and delicious looking steak stir fry and vegetables. The light played across her red tube top and low-cut jeans, making the yellow of her thong stand out against her pale, freckled skin, a blush spreading from her collarbones down to her deep-set navel. She didn't wait for an invitation and, in an act of spite, sat directly down and started food on her plate, not wanting to look at either of the men.
 
Garth watched as Higgins brought Becca out into the stateroom. He watched her sit down at the table and immediately start to eat the steak stir fry from her plate, "Ah, Miss O'Hare I see you're famished, glad you could join me. " Higgins filled their wine glasses with the chilled Madeira wine and then went back into the galley. Garth started to eat as well, looking over at her occasionally as he enjoyed each bit of his food as well as the sips of wine he took occasionally. He admired her beauty that he could see from the red tube showing off her cleavage, as well as the slight freckled skin that showed around her belly and belly button as she had walked in. About seven inches was the distance between the bottom of her belly button to the top of the waistline of her capris.

"So, did you enjoy your rest, I hope you did. We will be on the move tomorrow, going down the coast, so I hope you will be on your best behavior tomorrow when we arrive in Tampico. In the meantime we need to talk, I need to know if you are solo in this endeavor of yours, which I'm sure is because of you wanting to find your sister, or if there is a team of agents out there somewhere I need to worry about." Garth finished the foor on his plate and then Higgins came out and put a second helping on his plate and then asked Becca if she would like more.

Garth wiped his mouth with his napkin and then looked back over at her, "I didn't hear your answer, could you say it again?" He sat back in his seat at the head of the table and sipped on his wine. Then he leaned forward, "I could let Cito beat it out of you or string you out on Scapolomine, but that would be too messy, and I would not get as much for you as I did your sister. So be a good girl and tell me, or maybe I will have to resort to a good old fashioned spanking."

He then started to eat on the second helping of his stir-fry, and again enjoyed each bite of his food, "Higgins is a great cook that is for sure, so at least you will not be eating any bad meals, unless you want to become shark bait real quickly." Garth continued to eat the food on his plate and then finished off his wine, "So how was your meal Miss O'Hare? I sure hope you liked it. Now I would like an answer to my question." Higgins came in between and took the empty plates, the only dishes remaining were the wine glasses and the nearly empty bottle of Madeira wine on the table.

Garth finished his wine, and then got up, walked behind her chair and suddenly grabbed a full hand of her red hair, and jerked her head back against the the back of the tall chair. He whispered into her left ear, "I still didn't hear you, and I don't think you want me to become very angry, because you will regret it. So I suggest you talk or I will introduce you to my board of education."
 
Becca ate in silence, although the food was actually quite good. She ate quickly, not wanting the food to be taken away from her, sipping from a glass of wine as she dined.

He asked her if she enjoyed her rest, and that they would be going down the coast to Tampico tomorrow. Tampico.. there were rumors that the Madras Slave Ring operated out of Tampico, or at least had significant resources there. Were they.. but she couldn't bring herself to finish the thought. She didn't want to think of that possibility. Surely she would find a way to freedom before anything like that happened.

He said that he needed to know if Becca was working alone, of if there was a team out there. So he didn't know that she was alone.. that was good. She didn't want to let that go. If they thought someone would come looking, perhaps they would move quicker and get sloppy. Instead of answering, she took a long sip of her wine as her green eyes glared at him, before going back to her meal.

He asked her to say it again, and threatened that they could beat it out of her or drug her with a truth drug for it. She shivered at the thought, hoping it didn't show, but still kept silent and eating. As he finished, he asked her how her meal was, and that he wanted an answer to his question. All he got was an angry snarl.

Finally, he apparently had enough, and walked behind her, grabbing a thick handful of hair and jerking her back, making tears come to her green eyes from the pain, as he whispered in her ear that she didn't want him angry, and that she had better talk.

"Th-there's.." she whimpered, trying to talk through the pain, "a.. a full team of us. I'm supposed to.. to radio in every hour or.. or they go looking for me. They know about the club. They'll know about this yacht. You're.. you're fucked," she said, managing a weak chuckle.
 
Garth listened to Becca's answer as he kept hold of the hair in his hand and kept pulling at it. He smiled as he started to get the answer he wanted to hear. "Now my pet, when is the last time you called in to report. It had to be before you were captured by Whitaker's men at your sister's....wasn't it...no time in between..." then he gave her hair another hard tug.

After he got an answer he stood her up, still keeping a firm hold of the hair in his hand. He saw her tube top had revealed the bottom of her 34C's from her stretched back against the back of the chair and her back arched. Her thong strings also were revealed as her capris slipped a bit downward, her belly button had stretched into a vertical oval. He walked Becca over to a phone on the top nearby hutch. "Now, Miss O'Hare, we, or should I say you, are going to tell your merry band, that all is well, and don't try a coded SOS, because I know them all, so be quite careful what you say and be quite convincing if you know what is good for you."
 
The chuckle died in her throat as she listened to the man talk. He was.. pleased about this? She had thought it would terrify him! He grabbed her hair and pulled her upright, making her walk over to the phone on top of a hutch, tears streaming down her cheeks from the agony. She picked up the phone, fumbling with it until she could manage to press in the numbers to the answering machine she always called. She wanted to call for help. She wanted to give a warning. Instead, she found herself saying..

"Bird Cage is a false lead, and found my sister. All is safe, team is ordered to stand down and disband." It was the preset message to end the investigation, and wouldn't rouse any suspicion. She hated herself for doing it, but her knees almost buckled from the pain as he twisted her hair in his grip. "Ahh! It's.. it's done," she gasped out as she set the phone down.
 
Garth smiled when he heard the words, and watched her hang up the phone , Very good, Miss O'Hare, you did find your sister, in a sort of way, so you were not lying, were you?" After he left go of the hair in his right hand both palms of his hands karate chopped on both sides of her neck, since he was behind her when he had her hair pulled tight in his right hand.

After he watched her drop to the carpeted floor, out cold, he picked up both ankles, one in each hand and dragged her slowly out of the state room and down the hallway to her cabin. After he dragged her in the cabin, he left her lying on the carpeted floor, arms over her head, shut the cabin door, and walked a short distance into the master cabin.

In the master cabin, Garth walked over to the captain's desk, picked up the cordless phone, and called Whitaker on his private line..after a few rings, "Its Garth, I have the O'Hare woman, just as you delivered her...yeah...she issued the stand down message for the investigation on us...yeah, I was standing beside her....yeah, let's hope it worked, if it did you should get no visitors from the FBI or police. We load the guns tonight and head for Tampico...yeah, you too..keep your powder dry." Then Garth hung up.

That night, the Raven's engines were started, the lines released and the pilot maneuvered the craft away from Berth 67 and out of the cove towards a seemingly abandoned barge at a secluded part of the harbor. Inside that rusty barge was the weapons shipment to be delivered to Tampico. With as much light as only was necessary so as not to distrct attention, Garth watched on deck as the Raven was moored against the barge as the crew worked to transfer the boxes and crates from the barge into the hold. After the shipment was secured, with Garth in the wheelhouse with him, the pilot slowly moved the Raven away from the barge and set out towards open water, traveling at slow speed not to attract attention. Once in open water, he set course for Tampico at cruising speed, adjusting to make sure their arrival was at daybreak.
 
Becca wanted to cry as she heard the horrible Garth compliment her on the phone call. She was on her own now.. on her own totally and completely.. there would be no help. Nothing to assist her.

He released her hair, and she sagged with relief from the lack of that agony, not even seeing the karate chop to both sides of her neck, sending her crumpling instantly to the floor, sagging down helplessly, tears still on her cheeks. The man watched her coldly and then dragged her roughly out of the floor to her cabin, tossing her inside of it and closing the door behind him.

She remained unconscious through the night, her head bruised and injured, her mind not recovering as quickly with each bout of unconsciousness. The boat rocked under her helpless body as it worked through the water, heading for Tampico and her fate, small lights set deep in the ceiling of her room highlighting her bright red hair, a breast that had slipped out of her tube top, and the dark recesses of her navel.
 
The Raven headed south in open water, just outside the territorial limit as Garth was at the wheel and relieved the pilot to get some rest so he could bring the Raven into Tampico in the morning. The dim lights of scattered houses and sleepy villages dotted the coast line. Garth checked his course and speed. Higgins had brought him a thermos of coffee and a couple of sandwiches before he turned in for the night. Garth decided to put the Raven on autopilot and look in on his guest down in her cabin.

Coming below, Garth walked through the state room and then opened the door to Becca's cabin. He walked in and saw he was still out cold. He crouched down beside her and slipped her tube top off over her head and arm, and let it on the floor. His hands then unbutton and unzipped her capris and slid them and her yellow thong downward and off her sexy legs. He started to fondle her breasts and nipples, and pinched them softly with his index and third finger, as if a crab had used its tweezer like pinchers. His tongue then went to work as he licked and bit her 34 C's and nipples. As his hands moved along her curvy hips he licked around her belly button, still in a vertical oval from her arms over her head. He enjoyed the taste of her slightly freckled skin as he licked inside her belly button counterclockwise. His tongue then found its way into her crotch and enjoyed the taste as he licked the inside of her thighs and around the slits that covered her love canal. All this time his manhood had been aroused, and ready for action.

After he fingered her inside her love canal, Garth unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, and then inserted his manhood inside her. He had has way with her while she was out cold, and released his juices inside her. He redressed her in her capris and thong with the exception of leaving both breasts out of her tube top, and then left the room. He smiled with pleasure as he shut the door and went back up topside.

By daybreak, the Raven was in sight of the coastal down of Tampico. The pilot stopped the engines outside the harbor and dropped anchor.
While Garth was signaling an approaching boat with the recognition signal, Cito went down below, and looked in her room. He smiled and left briefly, then came back with a styrofoam cup of cold water and poured it slowly over Becca's face, "Rise and shine hot stuff, we're at Tampico."
 
Sprawled on the floor of her cabin, arms flung over her head causing her stomach to slide gracefully inward, her navel stretched, she was entirely unaware as Garth moved into her cabin, looking down at her. He crouched down and removed her clothing bit by bit, rolling her as needed to get access, until she was left nude once again in his presence. He teased her breasts and nipples, fondling and pinching, before licking them while his hands slid along her sensitive skin. Even unconscious, her body responded to the attention and her stomach warmed as she became more wet.

Finally, after massaging her mound and sliding inside of her with his fingers, he moved back and removed his pants before sliding his thick penis inside of her moist mound easily. He had his pleasure easily, thrust after trust until he came inside her, filling her tunnel with his fertile seed. He then carefully dressed her again, but with the breasts spilling totally out of the tube top, and with a smile disappeared.

By morning, Becca was still unconscious, though it had changed to a deep sleep rather than the drug. A cup of very, very cold water spilled slowly over her face and she sputtered and squirmed, her nipples firming instantly from the cold water as she jumped up in shock, looking around and forgetting for a moment where she was. On the boat. In Tampico. It was about to get worse.

Spitting out some water, she quickly tucked her breasts back into the traitorous red tube top and stood up, trying to deny the bodyguard a show but knowing he could see everything through the wet fabric. She tried to regain her composure and control, saying, "Cool. I was getting tired of this boat anyway. Lead the way, and if we could stop for a burger, that would be delightful. After you," she said with a smile and waved to the door.
 
The boat Garth signaled had returned the recognition signal as it approached the Raven. The pilot of the boat moved the ocean going fishing boat close to the port side of the Raven and then cut the engines, the craft drifted along side and softly brushed against the Raven. the crew secured the crafts together and then a Hispanic male, about the age of Garth and dressed in a black untucked button down shirt, and worn blue jeans, and boots. He had shoulder length black hair and then came aboard the Raven, as he carried a brief case. "Hey Hombre, you bring me some presents to fight the Federales, " he laughed as he looked around. Garth looked at him, "Moocho presents, Calvera, do you have my payment in that case," as he looked at the briefcase. Calvera put the suit case on the top of the forward cabin's roof, and opened it, the case filled with packs of 100 dollar bills. Garth smiled as he looked at it and then signaled back to the pilot, "Start unloading." He nodded and the door to the Raven's hold opened from the stern deck and the crews of both ships started to unload the cargo and put it in the hold of the fishing boat.

Cito smiled as he looked at Becca, admiring her cleavage and belly button in a vertical oval, "Now you're dressed like you should be and not trying to cover up those beautiful assets. Yeah a burger sounds good, but I rather want you in front of me, after you, " Cito smiled as he nudged her ahead of him. He heard the activity up on deck and looked at Becca, "That will be Calvera getting his presents from Mr. Garth." Let's go up on deck and watch. He stayed behind Becca as he walked up the stairs leadiing to the main deck of the Raven. Once on deck, Cito looked over at Garth and Calvera, "She's awake boss," Calvera turned and smiled as he saw how beautiful Becca was and then looked at Garth, "You sly weasel you, having such a beautiful peegon on board."
 
Cito talked about how Becca was finally dressed properly, and she flushed hot again in spite of herself, the red coloring her pale skin. He nudged her ahead of him and she followed his proddings to end up in the sunlight, squinting against it as her eyes adjusted. After a moment, she was able to realize what she was seeing - they were gun running! She fought down the urge to arrest them all on the spot, knowing how ridiculous that would be, and her eyes lowered in shame as the man in work jeans and a black shirt eyed her up and down, calling her a beautiful "peegon".

She steeled herself and looked Garth directly in the eyes, saying, "Gun running? Slavery, kidnapping, drug running.. do you take out hits on little grandmothers to pay for Christmas gifts? You're scum, Garth, and I will see you go down."
 
Garth smiled wryly as he listened to Becca, then Calvera laughed and patted Garth on the back, a K-bar military knife in a scabbard on the belt of his work jeans against his right hip. "Little peejon, this man would kill his mother if it would profit him." He looked at Garth who nodded his head in agreement to Calver's statement. Garth then turned and shut the briefcase full of money, "Cito take this down stairs would you, and then have Higgins bring me and our guests something to drink." Cito nodded and went down below with the brief case, holding it by the handle in his left hand.

The unloading operation continued, as the crew of the Raven retrieved the crates from their hold, putting them on deck and Calvera's people then reloaded them on board the fishing boat. Higgins came up with a tray which held three tall glasses of sangria he had freshly made. Calvera and Garth each took a glass and then Higgins waited for Becca to take the remaining glass. Garth lifted his glass, "Money, whiskey and women," Calvera nodded, "si.." and then he and Garth sipped on their drinks.
 
It infuriated her when the two men laughed at her attempts to maintain control of the situation - something that was becoming more and more impossible with each moment - and she definitely believed this monster Garth would kill his own mother. She wondered if he hadn't already just because he had been bored one day.

Cito left with the money as more and more guns were taken from the boat and onto the shore.. money that would kill her co-workers, kill innocent people in the name of money and power. The man Higgins came back with three drinks and the two men took one, making it clear she was expected to take one as well. Reluctantly, she did so and stood awkwardly with the drink in her hand as Garth toasted money, whiskey, and women.

She wasn't about to toast that! Looking at the drink in her hand, she scowled in disgust and tossed the liquid contents overboard to mix with the ocean.
 
Higgins smiled wryly as he watched Becca pour her glass of sangria into the water. He had remembered the same rebellious defiance in her sister Sarah when she was on board the Raven. Garth continued to drink the remaining sangria in his glass, showing no reaction or emotion, while Calvera slugged his down and put the empty glass on the tray Higgins was holding. "Aww...peejon, you shoulda at least tasted it, Higgins makes some very good dreenk." Garth finished his drink, and put the empty glass on the tray. Higgins nodded and then went back down below. Garth and Calvera walked over to watch the unloading.

A lookout was scanning the horizion out to see with a pair of fieldglasses. Garth walked over, "Any sign of that scheduled patrol boat," as he checked his watch, "No sir, still clear Mr. Garth, no boats coming out of the harbor or out at sea." Garth nodded then turned to the open hold, "HURRY IT UP, WE GOTTA GET GOING BEFORE THAT PATROL BOAT SHOWS, AND WE HAVE ANOTHER STOP TO MAKE." Calvera yelled out in spanish to "HURRY UP," then one of Garths crew yelled out from the hold, ''ALL THE GUNS ARE TOPSIDE BOSS," as Calvera's men finished loading them onto the fishing boat. Garth's crew shut the hold door and secured it, as both boats started up their engines. Calvera jumped back aboard the fishing boat, "Adios amigo, and adios to you too little peejun," as he waved to Garth and blew a kiss at Becca. The fishing boat then pulled slowly away from the Raven, as the pilot also weighed anchor, the water sloshed against the boat as the fishing boat headed back into the harbor. The pilot then turned the Raven back out to open water and continued down the coast just outside territorial waters.
 
She had hoped for anger or some reaction from her wasting the drink - instead, they just mocked her. If they had been angry, it would have acknowledged that she had some kind of power over them. Instead, it was as if they chose when to give her any abilities, and that was no power at all!!

It infuriated her!

They were very concerned about a patrol boat, getting their business wrapped up and getting on their way before it spotted them. If only, she thought. A patrol boat could save her! Could get her out of this! But instead, the man in the black shirt blew her a kiss and was on his way, the boat pulling away before anyone was any the wiser. She turned to Garth, daring a question as the salty breeze caught her red hair, whipping it behind her.

"Another stop? What, you have some orphans to steal candy from?"
 
The Raven had cleared the waters around Tampico and was moving normally down the coastline, which could be made out by the visible eye. Garth scanned the coast with a pair of fieldglasses the look out had given him. He listened to Becca's question, then looked over at her after moving the field glasses away from his eyes. "No, nothing like that, we are picking up some party favors that Whitaker provides at the Bird Cage and along the beach, you know cocaine, pot, those kind of party favors. Today it's pure cocaine from a coffee plantation that does more than produce coffee." Garth smiles wryly, "and maybe on the way you could become fish bait as these are shark infested waters."

"Mr. Garth, I think we got some company on the horizon, off the starboard beam," the lookout called out as Garth walked across the deck and over to his position. He scanned the water in that direction, "Yeah you're right, it's that damn patrol boat, wonder if someone had tipped them off about the drop in Tampico." Garth yelled up at the wheelhouse, "MAINTAIN COURSE AND SPEED, LET'S MAKE THEM THINK WE JUST ON A PLEASURE TRIP." Garth and the lookout continued to watch the patrol boat as the pilot of the Raven maintained course and speed towards the Lindo plantation.
 
The boat left the port and began cruising down the coast, the air making Becca's red hair whip behind her as they traveled. Garth talked about how they were going to do drug dealing, and she shivered. Drug cartels were serious business.. she didn't want to be in the middle of that.. She considered jumping out into the water, but then he said the waters were shark infested, and that sobered her. She couldn't deal with sharks. They would tear her up before she could ever defend hereslf.

And then, the lookout called out that another boat was coming. Could it be? Yes, it was the patrol boat! They might save her yet!!

Garth yelled up that they were to continue to move casually, and make it appear to be a pleasure trip as it moved on. Becca saw a chance and had to take it.. she couldn't get into the water, but she could sure get the patrol boat's attention! Before Garth could react, she moved quickly from his side and raced to the back of the boat, where the engines churned the water, and raised her hands above her head, waving them back and forth desperately.. a motion which caused her tube top to ride up and expose her breasts fully to the patrol boat. She knew she would be stopped any moment, but couldn't be sure if the patrol would think she was flashing them or trying to get help. She prayed for the latter as she heard the movements behind her, meaning she was about to be stopped again.
 
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