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- Aug 2, 2010
Annalise was having a hell of a time finding this place that she was supposed to deliver her "product" to. All these people chose the oddest places to live at or to pick up a delivery, but it sure beat the hell out of getting caught. Her van hit dips, rocks, and protruding roots on the back country road she had to travel. Good damned thing she fixed up the shocks on this thing or else this would be a living hell. Her "product" was a young man sitting in the back of the van bound up and with his dark blond head covered. This young man had a slender and toned build to him and was quite hard to find for her clients specific tastes. The rules with her style of human trafficking was the same as drugs, you sold the goods but never tried them. She had to admit she had the temptations but she was a business woman. He was well gifted and very easy on the eyes.
Another hour, and a good fourty miles, rolled by and she finally found the place. A little over the top on extravagance when it came to being out in the middle of nowhere as this place was practically a mansion. Though its materials not out of place, no fine stone or overly elaborate detailing. Instead the main foundation was made out of crimson red brick and the walls of a fine wood. Nothing that she could pick out, it just looked fucking nice. She pulled up into the driveway and parked the van. Stepped out onto stiletto heels that clacked against the stone walkway. She opened the side door and the minute he heard it open he tried to bolt for it in an attempt to plow her over. She sent her backwards ass first into the grass however she got a hold of the rope that she had tied to a collar around his neck and yanked back, sending him almost horizontal off his feet. "Oh no you don't my tempting friend. You're too much of a nice payday to let get away." She was stronger than her slender frame let on. She stepped up to him and dug a heel into his thigh, just enough force to compel compliance but not damage the product. "Now get your ass up and get moving."
"Fuck you!" he tried kicking out at her, not one to just go along lightly. However when he missed her stiletto lightly pressed against his adam's apple. "I said get moving, I don't think they'll mind you not being able to talk for a little while."
You couldn't see the look of hatred behind the sack on his head but it was there. He let the tension in his body go and she easily noticed it.
"Good, now get up. Time to meet your owners bitch boy." She jerked the line hard when he stood up and guided him up the stairs and to the door where she knocked three times and waited for an answer and her money. Whatever the buyer(s) did with him after this she didn't give a flying two fucks. Though maybe a bonus could be asked for with the timely delivery, she was early in fact. Hell you couldn't help but notice that sizable hunk of meat between his legs that they had been adamant to ensure they received. No no, can't test your own product, its bad business. There will be others after all that she can get for her own collection.
Another hour, and a good fourty miles, rolled by and she finally found the place. A little over the top on extravagance when it came to being out in the middle of nowhere as this place was practically a mansion. Though its materials not out of place, no fine stone or overly elaborate detailing. Instead the main foundation was made out of crimson red brick and the walls of a fine wood. Nothing that she could pick out, it just looked fucking nice. She pulled up into the driveway and parked the van. Stepped out onto stiletto heels that clacked against the stone walkway. She opened the side door and the minute he heard it open he tried to bolt for it in an attempt to plow her over. She sent her backwards ass first into the grass however she got a hold of the rope that she had tied to a collar around his neck and yanked back, sending him almost horizontal off his feet. "Oh no you don't my tempting friend. You're too much of a nice payday to let get away." She was stronger than her slender frame let on. She stepped up to him and dug a heel into his thigh, just enough force to compel compliance but not damage the product. "Now get your ass up and get moving."
"Fuck you!" he tried kicking out at her, not one to just go along lightly. However when he missed her stiletto lightly pressed against his adam's apple. "I said get moving, I don't think they'll mind you not being able to talk for a little while."
You couldn't see the look of hatred behind the sack on his head but it was there. He let the tension in his body go and she easily noticed it.
"Good, now get up. Time to meet your owners bitch boy." She jerked the line hard when he stood up and guided him up the stairs and to the door where she knocked three times and waited for an answer and her money. Whatever the buyer(s) did with him after this she didn't give a flying two fucks. Though maybe a bonus could be asked for with the timely delivery, she was early in fact. Hell you couldn't help but notice that sizable hunk of meat between his legs that they had been adamant to ensure they received. No no, can't test your own product, its bad business. There will be others after all that she can get for her own collection.