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Help Wanted - Chapter 17
When the call came, I was out drumming up some business to keep me in bourbon. I hadn't seen a dime since my meeting with the Chinese sex bomb. Currently I was looking for a lady of the evening, or was it an all-day sucker, if you'll pardon the pun. The hooker had skipped out on her pimp, nothing strange in that, but what she had when she skipped was another matter. She had taken his stash of cocaine, some large fraction of a pound, and money he had squirreled away for a rainy day. My guess is that his crib was underwater until I discovered the whereabouts of the missing hooker. He had given me a couple of pictures of the whore in question, one a close-up of her face, the other of her in the nude doing some strange act with a dog who looked as bored as she was.
I was closing in on her thanks to a tip I received from a local snitch that seemed to know where everyone was, even those that the police were seriously looking for and couldn't find. If the cops were smart they'd put him on the payroll and save maybe two squad cars worth of donut eaters in the process. According to my source, said hooker was turning tricks at a local hot pillow motel, having arrived at the premises no more than a few hours ago. This particular place owed me a few favors from past incidents that I handled for them without charge except for whatever the ladies in question chose to provide for services rendered.
She was working out of a room on the third floor, which meant hiking up the filthy stairs, being careful not to step in any vomit or spilled hooch. Worse still was the possibility that some addict might be either shooting up in the stairwell or waiting to mug me for enough money to take another trip on the merry-go-round. The last thing I expected was to discover my quarry, wearing only a bra, lying in a pool of fresh blood. Someone had caved in the back of her head with a blunt instrument. I bounded up the last few steps and pushed open the door to the room she had rented.
The place was a mess and stunk of sweat and semen. The rest of her clothing was hanging over a chair by the bed; naturally her purse was missing. I checked the most obvious places where she might have hidden the pimp's "property", and came up empty. I sighed and realized that I must have been only one of many hunters the pimp had sent out to get his property returned. Evidently one of the others had beaten me to the punch. Life is not fair, that was something I had learned a long time ago. So I plodded back to my place and discovered a message on my ancient answering machine.
Evidently my client was a real one unless she planned to have me mugged when we met tomorrow.
My destination was a small airfield located about twenty miles from the city limits. I was there an hour before our meeting time, which gave me some time to check out the situation. The field was deserted, but it seemed to be operational based on my limited knowledge of flight regulations and the like. Twenty minutes later a limousine with darkened windows arrived and parked by my car. The chauffer who got out was big and dressed the part. I kept my distance and enjoyed the security associated with carrying a large caliber gun under my jacket. After a few anxious moments that may have lasted more than a few minutes, one of the passenger windows smoothly opened and a familiar voice asked me to join her. Before I reached her car, the large man who had driven her here blocked my way. He was Asian, probably Chinese, and obviously packing. My patron said something in Chinese and defused the situation. He backed away and I joined her.
While we waited she informed me that a truck would be arriving to pick up the cargo. I was to escort her as she checked the contents of the two crates that the aircraft carried. If they proved satisfactory, then they would be transported to the hospital, escorted by her limousine in front and my rental car bringing up the rear. That bit of business settled I enjoyed the view. She was dressed casually in a short skirt that was hiked up around her thighs, a tight top that let me see the outline of her big tits and the fact that she was not wearing a bra. I also took a few whiffs of the air and picked up the scent of pussy juice.
From all the signs, my patron and the chauffer had been doing the nasty in the back seat of the limousine, perhaps on the very seat my bottom rested. That was so much for her dedication to the cause. This one was into more than just making sure that some frazzled teenagers were properly transported to some hellhole for lengthy sessions of torture. I began to wonder if I had missed a golden opportunity when she first made her offer, or should I say proposition. Perhaps if I'd played hard to get, she might have sweetened the pot with some of her juicy pussy. My reveries were swept away by the sound of an aircraft approaching the airstrip.
The twin-engine plane landed uneventfully and taxied over towards where we waited. The engines were killed and we all waited for the truck to arrive. I watched the Chinese babe do tricks with her tits every time she took a deep breath. She reached into her handbag and withdrew a cell phone, which she used to contact the truck. More Chinese was exchanged and she snapped her phone shut and sighed. They were five miles away and should be here in about ten minutes, and they were. We all got out of the limo and headed for the plane. We were joined by the pilot and his assistant, both of whom spoke Chinese, as if I was surprised. A medium sized, closed, panel truck soon completed the circle. Now I was the only round-eye in the group and sure felt out of place.
Two six by six crates were unloaded from the aircraft's cargo bay. The Chinese babe said something to the guys manning the truck and they proceeded to use their pry bars to open the first crate as we all waited to see the cargo. There for all to see was one, naked, emaciated female, her arms and legs attached by manacles to the corners of the crate, putting a tremendous strain on her limbs. We still didn't know too much since her head was enclosed in a leather hood closed by a zipper. My employer told me the hood had been put on in Taiwan and taken off only twice during the entire time to check on her well being, such as it was, and to give her just enough liquid to sustain her during the lengthy trip. The men said something and all laughed at what must have been a joke at the expense of the "cargo".
By now it was beginning to sink into my consciousness that the body of this person looked as if it had been put through a wood chipper at slow speed. Her entire body showed bruises and cuts in abundance. Upon closer inspection it was apparent that half the smokers in Taiwan had used her as an ashtray, and they hadn't been too particular about where they stubbed them out. Many of her joints were swollen badly and a look at her extremities indicated that quite a few of her fingers and toes had been broken, and not cleanly either. Her torturers had probably used a hammer to break some of her toes and at least her thumbs too. God knows what was used to damage the rest of her digits. It was obvious that she'd never be able to play the piano again, even chopsticks, which proved to be a very poor joke once I thought about it.
You had to really look hard to recognize what was left of her tits, especially where the nipples had been removed and the stumps ground down to the skin line, and then evidently cauterized to prevent her from bleeding to death. That was the way I saw it, but my patron smiled cruelly and shook her head. The way she told it, and she should know, the girl's nipples had been torn from her tits using a heated pair of pliers. Then salt had been poured into her wounds to add to her pain and make sure that no infection would get started. Only then was a heated metal plate pressed down on her flat tits to cauterize the twin wounds and further damage her flayed tits. I had been so taken by the loss of her nipples that I hadn't picked up on the fact that perhaps half the skin on each tit had been removed to make torturing the sensitive flesh beneath a more agonizing process. I felt my breakfast beginning to make a mad dash for freedom, and so I looked away and thought good thoughts. In my dreams I banged the Chinese chick until she was bowlegged and then did her ass for about four or five more hours with the aid of an extender to make sure her colon would get infected once I withdrew and let nature do its thing.
It was my employer who reached out and unzipped the hood covering the head of the captive. I joined in the collective gasp when we got a good look at her. A huge ball gag had been wedged into her mouth nearly dislocating her jaws. There was a ring of dried drool surrounding the ball. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of eyecups that evidently were glued to keep them in place during the entire flight. The captive's ears were filled with what looked like wax. Evidently they had poured heated wax into her ears and let it cool to set up a barrier for sound. By now I was hard pressed to believe that anyone on this planet could have survived all that and still be alive. Almost on cue the emaciated teenager tried to move her arm, creating another torrent of Chinese from the onlookers. I was lost for an explanation.
My mistress laughed for a time and then pointed to the girl's pussy, which appeared to belong to a prepubescent female in perfect shape and so out of place considering what they had done to the rest of her body.
"I've been told that they did some rather invasive surgery while she was awake and alert. In fact they kept her conscious nearly the entire time that she was interrogated and softened up for the more intensive methods that will be used on her once she has been transported to the hospital. It appears that they slit open her vulva in a number of places and went up her vagina to get at her uterus. They chopped it up into small pieces that could be removed via her widened vagina. Following that procedure they removed her ovaries and fallopian tubes, a rather painful process I am told. They say she began to chew her tongue, forcing them to use a ball gag to prevent serious damage. Once that was accomplished they scraped the mucous membrane from the walls of her vagina on the way out and finally she was circumcised and both sets of labia were removed. That's why her cunt appears to be relatively undamaged. Even if she were allowed to have sex, there would be no way for her to enjoy the process, another small gift from those who softened her up. Of course they saved the best for last. She was fed everything they removed, including the blood and mucous membrane. They tell me she regurgitated it a number of times before finally downing the entire repast."
There was no way that any human being could have survived what she just described. Even if it were so, what could be worse? My question would be answered before this little job went into the complete files.
The boss lady was just full of surprises as I discovered when the second crate was opened. I did a double take the moment her naked body came into view. She was hooded, stretched out like the other one, and her bare body was ruined for life, no matter what happened here on out. My patron leaned forward and carefully examined the girl's shredded pussy lips, stretching one section and then smiling when she saw a small mark that must have identified her as being the real deal. That proved to be only the first of three markers. She found the other two and only then did she seem to relax.
She carefully supervised the loading of the crates into the truck. In the meantime the pilot and his assistant checked out the plane's engines and did some maintenance. For some reason I began to get antsy about those two; that proved to be a big mistake. I heard the sounds of automatic weapons and screaming coming from the vicinity of the truck. The two guys who flew in the crates dove for cover, they never made it. Then things got dark, very dark.
(To be continued - lex ludite)
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