Taming a Tempest

Chapter 16

"You had a visitor last night," Cedric told Kate the next morning when he delivered Tempest back to her.

"Oh?" replied Kate. "Tell me about it."

"I had a man watching your place," Cedric went on. "But we were first alerted that he was getting ready to act when his pilot filed a flight plan for a four AM departure. My men woke me at three."

Tempest had no idea what they were talking about. If anyone had awoken Cedric, she was unaware. She did not hear any telephones or alarms going off. And she had spent the entire night in Cedric's arms. Or at least she thought she had.

"We waited until he entered your apartment before we took him."

"Oh?" Kate said again. "I didn't hear anything."

"We tried to be quiet," he responded. "It looks like we were successful. It also looks like he was after all three of you. He had chloroform and three gags and three sets of cuffs."

"Did you feed him to the fishies?" asked Kate.

Cedric shrugged his shoulders. "Alas, no. I could not resist the temptation for a little profit." He dumped a stack of hundred dollar bills on the table.

"I sold him," he went on. "We only got twenty thousand dollars for him. That's your share. But you don't have to worry about him bothering you again. He doesn't have what it takes now."

Cedric reached into the box that he had brought with him and pulled out a large jar. There, floating in the formaldehyde, was a cock with the scrotum attached and filled with two balls. "The good doctor was kind enough to relieve the gentleman of these. I thought they would be a nice present for his wife."

Tempest thought she would be sick. Elke fainted. Kate just grinned. "Who bought him?"

"A friend of mine owns an emerald mine in Colombia. He is always looking for cheap labor. And I suspect our friend will be entertaining many of the miners when he is not chipping away at the gems underground."

"Thank you for doing that, Cedric. I will feel much better about the safety of my girls now."

"It was my pleasure. The man was scum. And feeding him to the fish would have been too kind to him."

"The jet is ready whenever you are," Cedric continued. "Be sure to bring the girls an hour early. We will need that much time to process them."

Tempest felt a chill snake down her spine at these words. The last time she had been processed, she had been shaved, tattooed and sold. She was not looking forward to whatever they were going to do to her this time.

"Cedric, would you mind taking them now? I'll just finish packing and come over as soon as I can."

"Sure thing," smiled the big black man. "I'd be happy to."

Once again, the two girls found themselves back in the room with the big wooden frames. They were bound to the four corners of two of the frames and stretched tightly. Two women attended each girl. They started with the hose and bucket and scrub brush and thoroughly cleaned each girl. Then the dried them and combed out their hair. Their mounds were once again shaved, leaving them baby smooth. They did not resist the shaving this time. Then, the frames were tilted so that they were horizontal and staring at the ceiling.

"Oh, please no!" cried Tempest as she saw one of the women approaching her with the dreaded metal gag. "You don't need that now."

"Hush, dearie," said the woman. "It's standard procedure. We ship all of our girls this way. Now, open up for me."

Tempest thought about resisting but she knew it would be useless. They always won. She was always so defenseless. The woman slipped the device into Tempest's mouth and tightened the braces over the molars. Then the bar over the tongue was added and the tongue was clamped. Finally, the wrench was inserted and the jaw closed tightly, only to open again when Kate chose to some time later.

A new indignity was introduced next. One of the women rolled a stand over to Tempest as an identical one was placed next to Elke. Tempest's eyes flew open wide as she recognized the enema bag hanging from the stand. She struggled as the woman stepped between her legs and crouched down. She pried the girl's bottom cheeks apart and then placed the nozzle at the little pucker. Tempest howled through her gag as Elke did the same. But it did nothing to slow the attackers down. Quickly, two enema tubes were inserted and warm soapy water was flowing into their bodies.

It took about five minutes to empty the bags and the women left the tubes in to let the water do its work. A pan was rolled under each girl and then the plugs at the end of the tubes were withdrawn. Tempest did not want to expel. That would be humiliating to do in front of an audience. But her belly started to cramp and her body made up her mind for her. She noisily expelled the liquids into the waiting pan. The pan was quickly rolled away.

A fresh bag was hung from the stand and Tempest started struggling and howling again. But once again, the woman slid the plug and started the flow of soapy water. There was more cramping this time because this bag contained more water. This time, Tempest did not hesitate to get rid of the fluids in her bowels when a fresh pan was rolled beneath her.

A third bag was hung and Tempest groaned as she saw the size of it. It looked enormous! The plug was put in place and the water flowed. Tempest was in agony after only five minutes and it looked like only half of the water was gone. By the time three quarters of the bottle had been emptied, she was getting desperate. She lifted her head and looked across her naked body, groaning as she saw her distended belly. She looked pregnant!

The pan was rolled back but the plug was left in for a bit longer. Finally, it was removed and Tempest shot the offensive liquid out of her aching body.

"We won't need a fourth one," the woman declared. "We're all clear here."

"Clear here too," pronounced the woman attending Elke.

By then, Kate had shown up and Tempest groaned, wondering how much of that gross display she had witnessed. She and Cedric were standing between the two frames.

"I will miss that little bird," Cedric told Kate.

"Yes, I have sensed that you are fond of her. Don't worry. You know I'll be back and I'll bring the little birds with me. Maybe you would like to sample the blonde one next time."

Cedric walked to Elke and ran his palm over one of her full breasts, rolling it around and toying with it. "Yes, the blonde bird is beautiful. I would like to sample her some time."

Then he walked the few steps to Tempest and played with one of her breasts. "But it's the black bird that I favor."

"You may enjoy whichever you prefer or both. Having the two of them in bed with you is delightful. By the way, I stopped in to see your other guest. He looks like he is recovering nicely. When do you ship him?"

"Doc wants to keep him another week to make sure there aren't any complications. And then he begins his life as a miner."

"How delightful," smiled Kate.

Yet another indignity was forced on the girls. A nurse was brought in. She carried a thin plastic tube and a plastic bag. The bag was taped to one of Tempest's thighs and then the nurse stepped between Tempest's legs.

"Oh god," thought Tempest as she realized what was about to happen. She tried to protest at this point but only garbled mumbling escaped from her lips.

The nurse held the tubing to Tempest's sex and used her fingers to hold it open. She found the urethra and inserted it. She slowly fed the catheter into Tempest's body and Tempest felt every uncomfortable inch of its progress. Finally, the thing stopped and the nurse taped the tube to Tempest's body in several places. Then she repeated the actions with Elke who protested loudly in garbled mumbling.

"This won't hurt a bit, sweetie," said the nurse to Tempest after she had finished securing Elke's catheter. "It will help you sleep. And when you wake up, you'll be in your new home. The nurse smiled at the bound slavegirl as if she thought the slave would obviously like her new home and be happy.

Tempest saw the syringe in the nurse's hand and immediately tensed. She did not want to be drugged again! Why couldn't she just travel normally?

The needle was stuck in her thigh and the nurse pushed on the plunger. Then she went to Elke. Within a minute, both girls were sound asleep.

Now it was time to don the latex gloves. It was important that no fingerprints be left on any of the apparatus that was to be installed. They even swabbed around the girls' mouths and over each of the breasts that Cedric had played with even though they didn't think that fingerprints could be lifted off of flesh. As a slaver, it was always better to be safe than sorry.

First, they installed the clamshell. This looked like an astronaut helmet or a deep sea diving helmet although it was made of clear plastic. It was called the clamshell because it was made in two pieces that were connected by a hinge on the top. The bottom piece was placed beneath each girl's back and then the top piece was lowered. The back was wide and spread across a girl's shoulder blades while the front had a narrow tongue that was designed to extend down a girl's chest between her breasts.

The device was not airtight. Indeed, it was meant to be just the opposite. Hundreds of holes punctured the bubble that each girl's head was encased in.

"Awww," said Kate. "My girls look like little pink Martians."

Cedric laughed. "We introduced these about a year ago. We lost a girl in shipment when her face became wedged in a corner as a result of turbulence. She suffocated. These Martian helmets will prevent the airways from becoming obstructed. We are only protecting your assets."

"I know it's necessary. And I know they have to be stowed. I just wish I could enjoy them during the trip."

"It's for your safety and theirs," replied Cedric.

Once the girls were encased in their clamshells, the frame was rotated again until they were horizontal and facing down. A stretcher was wheeled beneath each of them and then the bindings were slowly loosened, which resulted in them descending down to the awaiting stretcher. Once they were supported by the stretcher, the bindings were removed entirely.

New cuffs that had been sanitized of fingerprints were wrapped around ankles and wrists. Wrist cuffs were attached together as were the ankle cuffs. Then, the knees were bent and an adjustable strap was run from the wrists to the ankles. A tape measure was brought out and the distance from head to knee was measured. Each girl needed to fit into a compartment that was only three and a half feet long.

Tempest was close to fitting and a few moves of the ratchet tightened the strap to make her body the right size. Elke was taller and the ratchet had to be cranked quite a few times before she would fit. Kate winced as she saw the extreme bow to her blonde slave's back and hoped that she would be able to straighten out again.

Finally, a harness was attached, linking to each of the cuffs. It consisted of a ring with four straps that led to each of the cuffs. The ring would be used to lift the girls and place them on the plane.

The stretchers were wheeled out of the building and onto the tarmac to the waiting airplane. A small crane lifted each girl and then reached into the plane to deposit her on the floor. Men inside lifted the girls and placed them in the proper compartments.

The plane had been modified for the specific purpose of transporting slavegirls. Six compartments had been created in the redesign. Each one could accommodate one slavegirl in a tight space. And each one would be closed and disguised as something recognizable on most private jets. Elke and Tempest were placed in two compartments in the main cabin. Each formed the seat of a couch. And if the authorities ever lifted the cushions from the couch, they would find a solid molded plastic base and would assume that it was merely a piece of furniture.

"It's going to take days to extract them once I get home," lamented Kate.

"Actually, it goes pretty quickly. The pilots will help you get them out of their boxes," said Cedric. "You can get the rest off pretty fast."

The last thing to be applied was the lead weights. Large metal rings were clamped around their ankles, wrists and upper arms. These represented a contingency plan for the slavers. Hiding the girls in the compartments and sedating them should get them through customs. But if the organization got wind of the authorities waiting for the plane to land to inspect it, the weights would come in handy.

The plane had been modified in another way. There was a door at the bottom of each of the compartments. If authorities were warned that slaves were being trafficked, all the pilot had to do was find water and hit a switch. The girls would drop out, plummeting downward and sinking and drowning in the water. It would keep the slavers safe and the organization out of the spotlight.

"Cedric, I have another favor to ask," said Kate.

"Name it," said the black Pirate King.

"Fuck me! I get so horny when I transport slaves."