Three Slaves for Three Sadists
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Deep Secret Ch. 20 – Sadists free porn video
I would have felt fortunate if I’d only felt uncomfortable. In fact, even nauseated would have meant I was in better shape than I actually was.
Truth is, I thought I was going to barf.
When you watch violence on television — something much larger on modern sets, almost mimicking the experience of seeing the same thing with a 70 mm theater print because of your distance from the screen — there’s just something in your mind telling you, as gory as it may be, that it’s a recreation or even entertainment. It’s not real. That isn’t happening, you say to yourself, or didn’t happen to someone, not really, not those images.
Viewing photographs and projected images of tortured and dead bodies — real tortured and dead bodies — was simply more than I could take.
I excused myself. The rest of the table decided that, after this extreme thirty or thirty-five minute period, perhaps a break was in order.
Flying into the men’s room inside the alcove where I’d had intense sexual bliss less than an hour ago, I quickly slammed open the door of the first stall and just barely fell to my knees before losing dinner — and maybe even a chunk of my stomach — into the toilet.
A couple of minutes later, after some deep breaths, attempting to slow my heart rate, I got up. I cleaned myself at the sink. Hastings, the apparently one-named British member of the team, waited patiently to make sure I was OK.
‘There’s color returning to your face,’ he said to me in the mirror as he too washed his hands. ‘Brilliant. You’re much improved.’
‘How can anyone do those things to another human being?’ I asked him, not expecting any reasonable answer. There simply wasn’t one. The person or people who did those things were not human.
‘Sociopaths are not wired the way most people are. They don’t view others as members of their society,’ Hastings said plainly. He paused, took a slow, deep breath, and added, ‘Are you ready to get back and get to some detail? Let’s go, shall we?’
I grunted in the affirmative and we returned to the conference room.
The first part had probably been more for my benefit than the others, though some of the interaction made it clear that I was not the only one learning details about this man and his entourage.
The man who’d been introduced as General Ostrow dimmed the lights from the panel next to him and the screen lit up with a slide showing an organization chart.
First, the general went over some procedural things. Then he handed the floor to beautiful tall black woman whom he introduced as Joa Lucetina who went on about procedures for what seemed like a long time. I nodded off.
I was awakened from my stupor when Joa asked me, ‘Is this clear?’
‘Yes,’ I said simply, though my mind was beginning to question its own sanity.
Much of the rest of the briefing escapes me now so I’ll just explain the plan as clearly as I can.
The people we were hoping to capture were an international team of sadistic thugs dedicated to greed, violence, and power. The group was so well organized that, though their activities were known, proof was hard to come by and even their names were not known with assurance.
We knew that there was a father named Orm with four sons. Orm the patriarch was getting on in years and had decided that one of his sons should inherit his position when he decided to retire. Most of the violence and brutality we’d seen in the first part of the meeting was provided by the father and one heir. I don’t remember the names of any of the other sons. What was most important was that the son who was to inherit the throne was known as Erzy or Herzie. (A lot of those in the room began referring to him as Arty.) They were unsure of his exact name, the spelling having remained unknown for years. It may have even been Henri.
What was known was that he had a tattoo in a very delicate spot just near his ass hole. This was the only definitive method of identifying him. I briefly wondered, if this guy was so secretive, how they knew that. Then I let it go.
Part of the Saturday plan was that Simone, Joa, and four of the other attractive female members of the team were going to be part of the entertainment for the evening’s private party. Each was going to do whatever it took to locate the man with that tattoo.
Apparently Erzy’s sexual preference was for women who loved sex and were aggressive with their partners. He also preferred women who loved taking in large men and even larger toys. It was a given that any of the entertainers had to relish — or at least appear to relish — semen.
My mind briefly remembered that Simone had once discussed making a relish out of semen. We had kidded about bottling it and even putting it — appropriately — on a kind of hot dog. The levity had momentarily made me forget the violence I’d just been shown.
Mentally returning to the meeting, it suddenly dawned on me why this team was assembled.
What was not clear was just this: Why me? What did they want me for?
As I sat there trying to keep all of this information in my brain, sorted, and ready for use, Clint, the one member of the team I knew other than Simone, turned to me in response to my puzzled look and said, ‘You’re probably wondering what this has to do with you.’
I nodded.
‘Daddy’s in a town for a relatively small business deal,’ Clint began to explain, ‘supplying some gangs with weapons and drugs, plus a small shipment of some trafficked humans to be given away, slaves, to their partners around the world. It’s only a one or two hundred million dollar deal and for these people it’s not much more than they make in a month or two.
‘But, he’s also here to get the books from your accounting firm so he can relocate his firm to a small international banking center in the European Union. He’s starting to doubt his firm’s safety here in the US and thinks this solution will give him more credibility with his legitimate business partners.
‘So, Saturday night you and Simone are going to attend your new boss’s party. We expect that he’ll get a call from the Brent Davidson, your firm’s CEO who will be attending a small, private but lavish shindig given for Orm. We also expect that during the large, company Halloween party, your VP will ask you to go downtown to your office, get the (secure) files about Orm’s firm, both paper and electronic, and physically bring them to the private party. Erzy and at least two of his brothers will be flying in from business in South America later in the evening.
‘Our plan is to have you bring the data to the other party and then return to yours. Later, when the brothers arrive, they’ll be entertained by our crew. Once we find the tattoo and, with the records that will, with your help, be there, we’ll be able to move in with a team large enough to invade Manhattan. With Orm, Davidson, and Erzy together along with those files, prosecution will go smoothly. Their days of terror will be over.’
My proximity to danger in all of this was beginning to sink in and a feeling of dread began to wrap around me. I thought about the people — the dead people — I’d seen earlier. I thought about the horrific tortures they’d been through and how violent and senseless they were. In addition to the immediate danger to me I considered some of the details I’d learned about their operations: They armed terrorist groups and leaders who wanted to upset hard-won democratic governments in third world countries. They had abetted terrorists who’d committed crimes against my own country, ones that I’d heard about on the news. They were responsible for more than three thousand children being sold into slavery in just the past two years. They had profits of billions of dollars in drug trade in the U.S. alone.
These were the hard facts as they’d been explained. I thought about it and knew they were evil, but it wasn’t until I recalled the images of their sadism from the ope
ning portion of the meeting that I knew I had to help these people in any way I could. I glanced over at Simone who gave me a reassuring look.
‘Ed, we expect that you will be driven by several of Orm’s muscle, his strongmen, to your office. There, because of your privacy clearance, you’ll get whatever you’re asked to get. As discussed, we expect that it will be both physical ledgers and electronic media that are kept in a secure place, one you’ve probably never seen. Based on some historical intelligence they will accompany you while you’re there.
‘Don’t do anything ‘heroic.’ Just do what you’re instructed to do. We assume that one of the guys with you will change the password after you’re finished. They should then drive you to Davidson’s private party. You’ll be taken into a small anteroom in another part of the house and asked for what you’ve brought, probably by a member of the household staff. You’ll hand over the briefcase and they’ll escort you back to your costume party.
‘That’s the end of your part in the operation. Simone will have left the Halloween party after being invited by one of our people on the inside. You’ll return from your task, find out that she took off, possibly hear the news from your coworkers, and go home. At that point you are free and clear of any obligation to us. Your government will thank you officially for your work once we get these guys behind bars.’
This didn’t sound too dangerous, at least my part of it was straightforward and didn’t seem to be terribly risky.
‘We know that devices that can send and/or receive signals will be monitored at the Halloween party. This means that using your cell phone for any mission related communication is out. We will have a passive device that will be implanted in a button of your costume that does not emit a signal. This will still allow us to track you when you’re driven to the office and then back to your Halloween party.
‘Your safety is very important to us and we want to make sure that your part of the engagement goes especially smoothly. Be yourself. Talk about any of the things you talk about with Simone or your coworkers. But, say nothing about this action. We know on three other occasions you’ve been asked to get files, data, and other things for your bosses at odd hours. It’s not uncommon in your job. You’ll do this with as much excitement as when Silverstein, the outgoing VP, asked you to go to the office on New Year’s Day two years ago for a similar mission. You’ll be traveling in similar company on a similar assignment.’
This shocked me a little. I’d forgotten when I’d gotten that call relatively early that day to get some files from the office and bring them to Davidson’s house. Silverstein had sent a car, driver, and two ‘security’ guys to accompany me. At the time I didn’t think anything about it.
Now I was trying to remember every detail of the day, but I’d been drinking pretty heavily the night before. I only really remembered how pissed my girlfriend was when the phone rang just a few hours after we got home.
I also recalled never having seen those guys before!
OK. I can do this. I will do this. I assured myself that there was little to worry about.
The general called a few minute break and Simone came over to me, looking concerned. ‘Are you OK? I mean, with all of this?’
‘Sure,’ I told her with somewhat limited self-confidence. ‘I can do this. Piece of cake.’
She hugged me quickly and excused herself to speak to Clint. I watched her talk quietly to him, seemingly trying to convince him of something. Finally, he nodded.
When the general reconvened the session, Clint leaned over, whispered something into his ear. The general nodded. He got up, dimmed the lights, and a video began playing silently.
‘Ed, we’ve just told you the plan. Things usually go as planned because we make sure of it with an array of tools. However, this operation is so important that we are working with less than ideal intelligence.’
I heard him speaking, but the video was so compelling that it was difficult to concentrate on anything else.
A telephoto shot from behind a slender woman walking toward a crowded street in the late afternoon played for some time as she talked to another woman she met along the way. They were both wearing very little. Both had on bikini tops. One had on very short shorts, the other had some cloth wrapped around her hips.
Another camera picked them up in the crowded street, dancing with the crowd. I suspected it was Rio during Carnival, but it was just a guess.
The video changed suddenly to a party in what appeared to be a luxurious home. It was at night with people around a huge pool, a band, and large wait staff serving everyone food and drinks.
The next shot was a shocking cut. It seemed to be a piece of a porn film. A woman was lying atop and astride a man who was fucking her ass. The camera stayed on this until it appeared to be jarred and moved quickly. The video then returned to the same woman but now with what seemed to be another man, a black man under her this time, also in her ass. It was then that a woman came up behind her and, after licking the cock going in and out of her anus, slowly began snaking a bright green dildo, which had to be at least two feet long and very shiny, up her asshole — along with the cock that was already there.
Though I was both excited and impressed by this, I had no idea why they were showing this to me. Taking a quick look around the table, I saw mostly bored faces and even one or two yawns. Either they’d seen this one before or I was hallucinating! Maybe both.
When I glanced back at the screen there was now an additional man’s cock in her ass along with the dildo.
This woman obviously didn’t have an asshole. Instead, she had a not-so-mini version of the Chunnel. Two cocks — good sized ones, at that — and a dildo, half of which seemed to have disappeared up there too, were all crammed in this woman’s colon.
I hadn’t realized that the general was still speaking. The video was playing that same old tune so I returned to listening to him.
‘…very possible that any of our female agents will be doing these kinds of sex acts. Now, Ed, we must know, to the best of your ability to be honest with us, how you would react to seeing any of them in this kind of activity.’
Though I was still listening my eyes were glued to the screen. The camera had moved up the woman’s body, a taut sexual body, still wearing her bikini top but not so it would cover anything. I had just enough time to begin to think about what the general had said when the camera got to her face. The other woman, the one manning the dildo, had now removed it from her ass and had given it to her to suck on.
As she was thrown off the men and rolled onto her knees on the floor, a circle of men formed around her. She smiled up at them as they jerked themselves off, some almost violently, and continued to lick and suck the green dildo, the one that had just been giving her a three-pronged colonoscopy.
This grossed me out and made me want to jerk off at the same time. Part of me felt guilty about that, but this whole evening was beginning to be one large set of compromises.
Ed, I told myself, if you want good things, you take the bad things with it.
Or maybe it was the other way around…
Finally, the men began coming. One by one, and sometimes more than one at a time, each emptied his semen onto her outstretched tongue and open mouth. Some, not content with seeing her so content, decided to come in her eyes. She closed them, but someone apparently didn’t like that. Suddenly she was held down firmly by some arms and two women forced her eyes open as another man held her head up.
Apparently group-think made the rest of the men target the poor woman’s wide-open eyes. At least a dozen men shot into her eyes, a large pool of semen formed, so large in fact that she simply looked li
ke she had golf balls in place of her eye sockets.
Even after the men — and there must have been several dozen who came on her – were done coming, they held her there so the semen could just stay on her eyeballs. It was clear from the expression on her face that it was not pleasant, but she kept silent, seemingly fearful that, if she complained, something much worse would happen to her.
With no formal ending to the video, it abruptly stopped. The general hit the lights button and they came up slowly to a slightly less bright illumination of the room.
‘…Erzy, Orm, and their friends celebrating Carnival last year,’ the general was still talking, but I had not been paying attention. ‘She and two of the other women along with two of the men were agents of ours. The next day we found her body and this is how it looked.’
The screen showed a dimmer version of one of the more abhorrent photos from almost an hour ago. It had registered in my mind because of the brutality the poor woman had suffered, only to then have her life taken from her thousands of miles from home.
‘… and our other agents would have suffered similar fates if they had attempted any kind of intervention. So the question for you, Ed, is this: What if things do not go according to plan? What if you are asked to go into the private party at Davidson’s house to deliver the briefcase? What if one or more of our agents are there? What if it’s Simone?
‘Could you simply make your delivery and leave? Or, maybe even a more difficult situation will arise where you’ll be asked to be involved somehow. Could you display indifference?’
I was still unsure how Simone was going to get from the office Halloween party into the private Davidson party and why I would want to display indifference, but I made a mental note to ask Simone about it later.
All the faces at the table were closely observing me. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. I stared at a place on the table and thought about the reality. My feelings for Simone were so strong. I knew I was in love with her (even with her insane career choice!), but I really tried to figure out how I’d feel if I saw her sucking off other men, maybe even dozens of them, at Davidson’s house.
It was impossible. ‘General, I don’t know. I’d want to do the right thing. But, obviously doing anything to get myself involved would only harm Simone.’
‘Son, it would harm Simone, it might destroy years of planning, and you might find a gruesome death, too.’
The tall black woman raised her head. The general looked at her and asked, ‘Miss Lucetina, have you something to add?’
The ravishing woman looked at me seriously and said, ‘One more thing you may not realize is that capturing these deviates might lead us to an even more terrifying gang. They are so secretive that we only know them by the moniker ‘Laughing Heads.’ We’ve gotten tips over the last few years that Erzy or Arty may have had some dealing with the Laughing Heads. If this is true and capturing the Orm family can help us to discover more about Laughing Head, well, you’ll be doing your country a huge favor. You will be helping to make the world a safer place.’
The room tensely listened to her and then after a brief silence, the general continued, ‘This is one of the main reasons why we’ve planned this evening’s meeting. We need to make sure that you are not going to deviate from the plan. You’re the young up-and-comer in the office, the young, eager guy. You’ll get the request, go to your office, retrieve what’s been requested, deliver it to Davidson’s private party at the house, return to your party, and when you’ve had your fill at the party, go home by yourself.
‘Can you do that?’
I saw how futile any other option was. ‘Yes, general, I can do that.’
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