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WHERE DID MY FAMILY GO?PROLOGFour of the five men were strapped to an iron cross. They had been abused all evening by the members of the s/m group. Their backs and asses had long stripes crisscrossing them. Their mouths and anal cavities had leaked the remnants of the repeated ****s. Their moans of pain resounded in the large room.The fifth man in the room was strapped to a device that had him bent over a rounded frame. The position was ideal for any member of the group to either whip him or take his ass or mouth. He was being serviced by a member with an enormous cock. None of the five men had a tongue, teeth, testicles or a penis. Cum ran from all their holes. Their only purpose to the members was sadistic entertainment. The event tonight was a farewell event. The men in question had been purchased today. Their new life would be a short one but they had no idea of that minor detail. Their new owners had scheduled their beheading in another, far away, middle eastern country. The men would become famous as the latest in a long list of terrorist videos. 16 years agoThe tension was evident in the courtroom as the judge read the sentence to the guilty party. “ Carlos Rodriguez you are hereby sentenced to 50 years on the charge of conspiracy to distribute date **** d**gs rohypnol, ecstasy, cocaine and heroin. You have also been found guilty to the charges of k**napping, running a house of prostitution, the trafficking of adults and minors for the purpose of human sex slavery. For those charges you will be sentenced to an additional 50 years. You will serve these sentences in the maximum security state prison with the first year in solitary confinement. There will be no chance of parole unless ½ of your sentence which will be 50 years has been served with good behavior. Bailiff you may take charge of the prisoner. Court is adjourned.” As Carlos stood to begin his stay with our maximum security prison system he turned to the audience, looked me in the eye as I stood behind him in the third row and smiled. WTF? What was that all about? He has never seen me in my off duty persona. He doesn’t even know my real name. I saw no humor in his eyes but I did see something malevolent. Something that suddenly made the hairs on my back stand up and I felt as though something or someone had stepped on my grave.As an undercover officer for a federal task force I should not have even been there but the vicious nature of this individual made me want the satisfaction of actually watching him as he went behind bars for essentially the rest of his life. So I took a chance that no one would recognise me. Who am I? I work for a somewhat secret department of a federal agency that is tasked with weeding out and prosecuting the dregs of society. The d**g dealers, sex slavers, the real bottom feeders of society. You get the picture I’m sure. My biggest asset to my career is that I can stay undercover for long periods. It isn’t uncommon for me to be undercover for weeks or even months if needed. My real name is Ron I am 35 years old 5’8” 140 lbs. I’m told I am nice looking by my wife of 15 years but I think she lies sometimes. My biggest asset in the looks department is that I don’t stand out in almost any setting. I am fit and I am schooled in several martial arts for my job. So anyway my wife Tina is about 5’6” maybe 120-125 lbs, dark hair, nice body with 35c tits. She has a narrow waist with somewhat wider hips and a killer ass. She also has beautiful long legs. Her face is not her best feature but with a touch of makeup she is gorgeous in my mind. I guess you could say that in the looks department we are a perfect match because of our plain looks. She had just turned 34.I also have a 13 year old daughter Tiffiny. She is in 8th grade this year and the apple of her daddy’s eye. She was the model daughter, never giving us any problems growing up. She was smart, athletic but a bit shy. Her body was just starting to blossom into womanhood at the beginning of this story. She has long brown hair that she keeps in a ponytail, maybe b cup boobs (I tried to keep myself in the dark when her changing body was discussed, I did notice that her hips had started to mature though). Her best feature was her face. She will be absolutely beautiful when she is fully matured. Why did I describe my wife and daughter in past tense you ask? I don’t know if they are alive or dead. I don’t know where they are if alive.For the past 10 years I have been searching for absolutely any bit of information that I can get on their location or even if they are still alive. I assume that they are but not knowing is the story here.It was shortly after the Rodriguez sentencing that I was sent on another undercover assignment to Europe. The black market slave trade had become a problem in the US and the government powers that be wanted to look good for the voters. They told me that the slaves had been collected from various city slums across the US and Europe but the organization was based in a small town in the dutch countryside. I was assured by my boss that I shouldn’t be needed for more than a few weeks or at most a month tops because I would be assisting as an american businessman cover for an already in place task force. I left my wife and daughter with the expectation that we would be together after my assignment was completed. I left with the assurance from Tina that she could handle any and all problems that may arise and not to worry about anything on the homefront. We had planned an extended vacation this summer so we could tour the country in our new motorhome after my assignment was completed.I was sent to a nice hotel in a quaint town with instructions to await my contact info. I had a few small lunches that had been pre arranged beforehand by my US handler to establish my cover story and was told to just enjoy the locals while I waited for further contact. Finally after a few weeks I was given a cover story and tasks that I won’t go into here as they don’t add to the story. Suffice to say that a few weeks turned into a month then a month turned into three months. And then I was sent home. My debriefing took only a few hours and I got a pat on the back from my boss. He said that my EU contacts gave me a glowing report and I was of immense help and was told to go home and not show myself until I had finished my well earned vacation.Arriving home I first noticed Tinas car in the garage and that it looked dusty. Curious I ran my finger over the roof and was surprised at the dust because she always kept her car clean, waxed and shiny. I shrugged my shoulders and told myself to ask her why the car was so dirty as I entered my house. As I entered I noticed that the house seemed musty as though it had been closed up for a while but other than that I wasn’t concerned. I noticed Tinas purse on the kitchen table where she always left it and called out her name. All I heard was silence. I suddenly was not feeling so happy. Call it a feeling, an unsettled moment, whatever. I started to look for my wife but some little part of my brain knew she wasn’t there and hadn’t been there for some time. Entering our bedroom I noticed the bed was made, her clothes were hung neatly in the closet, the bathroom looked as if she had just left it. Nothing was out of place. I noticed that the whole house smelled as if it hadn’t been lived in, closed up for a long time but neat and orderly. I went into Tiffiny’s room and discovered the same. Neat and orderly as if she had just left for school. Her bathroom was the same, nothing out of place. I searched rest of the house then her car. It was clean inside. I then sat down to work this out. Something was wrong but I didn’t know what it could be. Finally I thought I might find something in her purse and dumped it out on the table. Nothing was missing, Her wallet was there with her bank cards, her cell phone was there but the battery was dead. That was unusual because she always kept her phone on and charged. I ticked off what I knew.I had been gone for three months with no contact with my family. That was not unusual because I often was undercover.Upon entering my garage I noticed dust on her car. That was unusual because she always kept her car clean.The house smelled as if it had been long closed up. But everything was neat and orderly.Everything in the house looked as if my girls had just left minutes ago but I knew in my heart that was not the case.Something was wrong. SOMETHING WAS TERRIBLY WRONG HERE.By this time her cell phone was sufficiently charged so I turned it on. I checked her calls incoming and outgoing. Her last contact was to our home number at 4:12 pm two days after I left for the EU job. No unusual numbers, nothing on her voicemail. I checked our answering machine on our land line and found it full of solicitations for insurance, donations, etc but nothing else. Damn my family had just dropped of the face of the earth and I didn’t know where they were or when they left. I didn’t know who to contact. The police? Should I bother my boss? I didn’t know where to turn. You might think that the slick govt undercover guy would have all the answers but I was just a guy that was concerned for my family at this point and too scared to think straight so I just sat down to try to make some sense here. I went to the refrigerator for a beer. The smell when I opened the door told me that whatever food was in there was long spoiled. More upsetting news, no beer but then I remembered that Tina didn’t drink beer so there was no reason for it to be in there. Not wanting to stink the kitchen up I just closed the door and found my bourbon bottle and poured a few fingers into a glass. It was then that I thought of her computer. Where was her laptop? Searching the house again I found it on the charger in the den. I switched it on and waited for it to boot up then I checked first the history finding nothing unusual. Next I checked her email folder. Finding nothing there I then checked my own personal email folder and there was the beginning of eleven years of torment and torture.Along with the spam emails that normally creep into almost everyone’s email I found a series of emails that were from Tina. WTF? Why would she email me? There were attachments with several emails also. I opened the first email and started reading. It said:To my dearest Ron, As you may have figured by now we are gone. I am not allowed to say where we are or when we left or why we left but I was told to tell you that Tiffiny and myself have begun a new life far away from you. That is all I can say for now. Please open the attachment to verify that we are alive and well. The attachment has been added by my keeper and I only know that the pics are from our journey. I will be allowed further contact only if my keeper allows. I love you with all my heart and I am told that our situation may improve if my keeper allows. Please do not respond to these messages because my keeper says that he will cut off any further correspondence if you do.Your loving family,Tina and Tiffiny I clicked the attachment.Pictures of my wife and daughter from sites that a tourist might visit all over the US. From the first one to about halfway, sites from all over the country, maybe 50 pics. Each pic had a date and time stamp beginning a week after I left for EU. They were together in tourist poses in front of common landmarks smiling and holding each other. The next set were mostly indoors, motel rooms I assumed, the furniture is all the same in those rooms. There were 10 with both sitting on the bed together or in chairs. These had date stamps also, some on the same days as the tourist poses.After reading the email a second time and scanning the pics, I saved everything. I was confused by what was said and more important, what was not said so I clicked on the second email.My dearest Ron,As you scan these pics please remember that I love you with all my heart and I have never once cheated on you in my mind.TinaBoy talk about a short message. I clicked on the attachment.These pics showed my girls in a much different setting. Actually a different country. I recognised several landmarks from Tijuana Mexico. The poses were in front of the many bars, tattoo parlors and strip clubs that this city is noted for. My girls were clothed in tops, shorts, and sandals. The smiles seemed forced. Only 10 had Tiffiny in them, then the next series showed only Tina. The last series made me want to throw up. They showed my wife, my loving wife, in sexual poses that only a porn star would be comfortable in. First she was shown holding someone’s dick next to her lips. I could see traces of precum on her cheeks and lips. The next one showed her with a well endowed dick in her mouth and there was what looked like semen running down her chin. The next was taken so that you could tell that this well endowed dick was down her throat. The guys nuts were against Tina’s chin.I shouldn’t have drank the liquor because it tasted terrible as I puked it up. The next pic was her on her hands and knees being fucked from behind by the same guy. Next was her being taken by two guys, one in her pussy and one in her mouth. Then the next one had my sweet Tina with three dicks, one in each hole. The last was my wife on the floor on her back with cum and blood running out of her pussy, ass and mouth. Her once beautiful hair along with the rest of her face and torso was covered in cum. There was a cardboard sign between her legs. It said ‘MY NEW LIFE’. There was no mention of Tiffiny. I was dry heaving for the next hour after the last pic.There were several more emails after this one but I couldn’t open them yet. I knew that I would have to at some point but I couldn’t bring myself to do it so I grabbed a thumb drive and downloaded all the emails, got some water to wash the taste out of my mouth and shut the computer down. I was completely devastated. My family that I once knew was gone from me. Stolen from me by an unknown person or persons. They were in Mexico, at least they were three months ago, but where was my family now? I just collapsed in tears on the floor.I awoke with the sun in my face and a knot in my stomach. I felt as if someone had taken his frustrations out on my gut. I knew that I had to do something but what I didn’t know. I knew that my boss would be busy with his full plate of issues but I couldn’t think of anywhere else to go or to talk to so I called him. Fortunately I got his secretary and explained my crisis briefly. She said that he would call me back when he was through with his morning briefings. She sounded worried and asked me if there was anything she could do for me personally. I thanked her and declined not wanting her to know too much. With nothing else to do I took a few pain relievers to help with my sore stomach and waited for his call. I knew his morning briefings could sometimes take several hours so I jumped in my car and ran to a local restaurant that had a carry out menu and loaded up on pancakes, coffee and juice. I didn’t know if my gut would keep food down but I was hungry and wanted to keep close to the phone. I was just coming through the door when the house phone rang. It was my boss. After a few seconds of greeting my boss asked what had happened. I didn’t want to get too detailed over the phone but gave him a quick outline of my problem. He bellowed WHAT when I said that I believed my family had been k**napped while I was on assignment. He said not to do anything or talk to anyone. He was going to call the FBI immediately and that there would be someone there within the hour.I wish that I could say that the FBI was helpful but in my state of despair they were not. Don’t get me wrong they were professional to a fault but the questions that they asked seem ludicrous sometimes.Did I have any cross words with my wife before I went on assignment? NODid I have any problems with my daughter? Again NOHave I ever had sexual relations with my daughter??? I had to be restrained at that one. Can I think of anyone that would want to do harm to my family? At that I paused because ‘in my line of work there are any number of people that might want revenge’ but I couldn’t elaborate. When asked further I told them that they would have to get any further info about my job from my boss.So as the story unfolded the eyebrows raised when I showed them the emails and pics that I had seen. I was asked for my laptop, my wife’s phone then signed forms giving permission for a search of my home, cars and all electronic devices. I had thankfully downloaded all the emails onto the thumb drive so I was fine with letting the laptop go. I knew that the FBI would have never let me see them after the contents became known. (Sure enough when the laptop was returned days later the emails were erased and all the history had been cleared.) To say that I was humiliated by their thoroughness is an understatement. They searched every corner in my home. They emptied Tina’s dresser drawers on the bed, looked in closets for hidden love letters or something. They loaded my wife’s car on a flatbed, they even asked me to describe my wife’s body in detail and to describe any marks or tattoos on both of my girls bodys. Deep down I knew that these questions were necessary but that didn’t make it any easier to answer them or to make the invasiveness any easier. Since my home was possibly a crime scene I was told that I had to stay somewhere else until they had completed their search. My boss let me use the company apartment downtown for as long as I needed.Two days later I was told by the FBI agent in charge of my case that I could move back home. The agent said that my phone would be tapped and they had put a program on my laptop that would automatically forward any emails to them. I was given canned responses to any questions that the a*****ors might ask and not to offer anything if I was contacted. I was also told that they believed that my girls had been a*****ed shortly after I went undercover. (‘Well no shit’ I thought.) They also had found that Tina had called the school and told the principal that Tiffiny would be transferring to a private school and that she would be moving out of state. That was another WTF moment one of many that filled my days ahead. When I got home and saw the remnants of my house, and my life, i broke down in tears. Nothing was in its place. Drawers were emptied in our bedrooms. Closets had been emptied. Furniture moved. Even the carpet had been torn up in the bedrooms then left loose. The bathroom was a mess. (Apparently the people that searched had shit a lot because there was no toilet paper left. Pigs.) All the pictures on the walls had been taken down and removed from the frames. The kitchen looked like a hurricane had passed through. I just shook my head in despair. I called my boss and again got his secretary. After informing her of my house she said not to worry and that she would get someone over to help with the mess and for me to not to worry. She said that as a matter of fact my boss wanted to see me so right now would work for him if I could make it to his office within an hour. I said no problem, she told me where to leave a key for my house and I walked out. When I entered my boss office I was informed of the progress of the investigation. Nothing had been found in the house, her car or the laptop other than the emails. Because of the circumstances of my case I was put on semi permanent paid leave until I was cleared for duty by the ‘company shrink’ and would be required to see one of the many psychiatrists on staff. He said that I was to spend the night in the company apartment again as his team had not finished cleaning my home yet. I thanked him and retired to my other home again. When cleared to go home again I found most everything as I had when I first got home. A few things had been put in places other than we had them but overall the place was spic and span. The refrigerator and pantry was clean and well stocked. Even the liquor cabinet had been replenished. Needless to say the tp had returned also.My new lifeSo this will be my life now. I am on leave for an unspecified length of time. I cannot go on assignment because emotionally I can’t be entrusted to do my job. I mean how can I go undercover not knowing when or even if I might be contacted by this scum. I was visited by an FBI agent a few times but was told that if nothing new came up the agent would only stop by to give me updates if something notable happened. I was assured that my case would stay on the active roster and because of my job I would get any updates on new information.As to the emails…It was a week before I could turn my laptop on and open the thumb drive. I knew the images that I would see would upset me but there was a macabre side of me that had to know. Kind of like self torture. The first email I opened had just text. It saidHOLA MY CUCKOLD FRIENDDid you enjoy my pictorial trip across america with your beautiful wife and daughter? I must say that your family did. But enough of that dribble.As you must know by now, your family has been settled into their new life. You will never see them again. I know that you want to know why and I will be kind enough to tell you. The truth is, YOU FUCKED UP! You let it be known who you were by your actions. You even showed up at his sentencing. My boss is in your american prison because of you and so my friend we took your family in retribution. Your lovely daughter has been adopted into a very rich family. She is in a country far from you and is learning the language of her new country. She will someday be taught the nuances of the sex trade by her new family. THAT WILL BE HER CAREER AS AN ADULT. She will be well cared for until she is an adult ONLY if 1, You never respond to my little updates.2. You never use your pitiful agency to try and find her. You may get updates of her occasionally if I approve of your actions but probably not. Once she is old enough she will be following in her mother’s footsteps. She is so sweet that I had to place her in a safe environment until then. Also I have told your sweet wife that if she submits to me, your daughter will not be harmed. But that is a lie my cuck friend. Your sweet daughter will learn everything that her mother knows now. But your wife has no way of knowing that is a lie. In due time your sweet Tiffiny will beg me to fuck her in her ass as her slutty mother does now.As to your wife. Where shall I start? Did you know that she gives amazing blowjobs? In fact she has her sweet lips around my sweaty cock as I type this. Did you know that she can swallow sperm until her stomach bulges with cum? Did you know before she left you that she loves to fuck all night long then into the next day? She screams out orgasm after orgasm until she can’t scream anymore? And still she wants more of my cock! She has taken over one hundred cocks in one night and loved every one! Did you know that she loves taking my big cock up her ass? Did you know that she loves to clean my shitty cock after I fuck her in her ass then swallow it with relish? Did you know that no cock is too big for her in whatever hole is chosen? She is an amazing woman. When I am finished with her, maybe I will put her in one of my whore houses and she will service my farm hands. Maybe she will star in one of my a****l shows with a dog, horse or donkey. They make the most money you see. Maybe I will give her to an old farmer that I know as his personal sex toy. She can suck his wrinkled sweaty cock after he toils in my fields all day. She will last for years in the proper home. I’m afraid that she might be sold if she starts looking worn after her stint in my money makers so I think my old farmer would be a better choice. Her mind would probably be gone by then also. Don’t you agree?So you bahis firmaları see my cuckold friend that I have given your two girls a career that is full of enjoyment at my pleasure for the rest of their miserable lives !!! I am so grateful to you for letting me enjoy your wife and in years to come your even more beautiful daughter. I can’t wait to have Tiffiny’s lips around my big cock after I cum in her ass. I know you will sleep well just knowing that I have taken such good care of your precious family. Your friendThe keeperDoes anyone know what it means to be in a blind rage? To be so full of impotent fury that you literally can’t think straight? To scream curses until your throat is too sore to speak? I was ready to kill, maim, torture these sick bastards that robbed me of ever having a happy moment for the rest of my life. Yeah it was like that. I smashed the laptop into thousands of pieces. I slammed my hand through my den walls until my knuckles bled. Then I grabbed a half empty bottle of bourbon and chugged it until my stomach revolted. My eyes teared up with the pain of my loss.When morning came, I opened my eyes to the carnage that I had created. My only hope of communication with these despicable a****ls was in a thousand pieces, my laptop would never be put together again. I knew that my sanity had to be put into a special place in my mind until or shall I say unless I ever was able to satisfy myself with revenge against these rabid jackals. Almost without thought I was able to put the rage in its little folder in my mind. I felt somewhat better but I knew going forward that I had to do these things for Tina and Tiffiny. If I didn’t I would surely go insane for good. So I swept the remnants of one of Dell’s finest and picked through the pieces until I found my thumb drive put it in my pocket and proceeded to clean the room. There was nothing I could do about the holes in the walls at the moment so I put that down on my list of things to do later. I was hungry so I showered, put on clean clothes and took my sorry ass to a restaurant for a meal. The drive through restaurant I had previously gone to was open and had good food so I ate the first of so many in years to come lonely breakfasts. While drinking my third cup of strong coffee I ran everything through my mind and prioritized my options.I knew that I couldn’t fight these scum. I couldn’t save my precious girls now. Everything I saw in the emails had happened at least three months prior. I didn’t know where they were for sure. I can’t imagine that these people would be so stupid as to stay in an area that might give their presence away. The very act of responding to an email might cut off the updates as horrible as they were to witness the degradation of Tina and possibly Tiffiny in the future. My career was essentially over. My options were simply to hope by some miracle that my girls would someday be returned to me. I knew that my life as I had previously had known it was over even if they did come home. Tina had been abused in so many ways that years of therapy may not return her to me whole. Ever. As time passed, if the abuse continued, I knew that she would be essentially a brain dead fuck toy to be used and abused at these a****ls pleasure. In a few short years or possibly even sooner my sweet little girl would begin to suffer the same fate as her mother. My only hope was a slim one, that the government people in charge of this case never gave up, never failed to turn over every rock looking for clues. It was not a comforting thought.As the months passed my life took the form of a new normal. I couldn’t go on assignment, I wouldn’t leave for extended periods in case someone wanted to contact me. I had endless talks with my ther****t that explained to me that the a*****ion was not my fault. My depression was considered a form of post traumatic stress syndrome. I was the same as a war torn vet that couldn’t handle the horrors of a battle. She prescribed a few d**gs that she said would help but not if I kept drinking as I had been. So I am off the booze but not beer but only on occasion.I did replace my laptop with a newer one with all the bells and whistles. I continued to receive emails from Tina but I couldn’t open them so I continued to add them to the thumb drive in case the FBI chose to hack me and delete them again.Finally, months later, a combination of boredom, loneliness, depression, and a few beers gave me the sick motivation to once again read these bits of my wife’s new life.THE FIRST VIDEOI was going to open the emails in sequence so as to document in my mind any changes in Tina as they happened. The next was only three weeks after her a*****ion: My dearest husband Ron,As I type this I believe that you are still on assignment. Be that as it may I want you to read this as if you are hearing it as I speak. I have loved you from the moment we met. Nothing in this world will ever make me love you less. I know that you understand my circumstance and I can assure you that no amount of degradation will diminish my love and devotion to you and Tiffiny. My only concern is that you might blame me for something I may be forced to say or do that might shock you into hating me. If that were to happen I want you to know that I understand if you never wish to see me or hear from me again. My only hope and prayer is that you consider my circumstances if you ever choose to remove me from your life and your love. Again I will always love you with all my heart.Love,Tina After Tina’s note there was a text from ‘the keeper’HOLA YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A MAN,I READ YOUR EX WIFE’S NOTE AND I MUST SAY THAT IT GAVE ME A GOOD LAUGH. AS AN UPDATE TO HER NEW LIFE, SHE WAS GRANTED A MEXICAN DIVORCE FROM YOU YESTERDAY AND SHE HAS AGREED TO BECOME MY WIFE. THAT IS WHY YOU ARE NO LONGER A CUCKOLD. YOU ARE NO LONGER MARRIED TO YOUR SLUT. I WILL VIDEO THE CEREMONY AND THE FOLLOWING CELEBRATION FOR YOU BECAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU WOULD HAVE LOVED TO HAVE BEEN THERE. BUT YOU WERE SADLY ON ASSIGNMENT. WHAT A PITY THAT YOUR WORK INTERFERED WITH THE HAPPIEST DAY OF HER LIFE. I WILL DELAY SENDING THIS TO YOU BECAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU WILL BE THRILLED TO WITNESS THE JOY OF HER MARRIAGE AND CELEBRATION. AGAIN I MUST TELL YOU HOW THANKFUL I AM THAT YOU MADE YOUR WIFE AND SOON YOUR DAUGHTER available for MY COMPLETE ENJOYMENT. THANKFULLYTHE KEEPER The attachment under the text was a video but I couldn’t bring myself to open it. My finger hoovered over the mouse button for what seemed hours but was most certainly just a few minutes. Finally I steeled my nerves and clicked on the attachment. It went into autoplay as soon as it loaded. The first scene was my wife sitting nude at a desk writing. When she finished she showed the document to the camera. It looked like some type of document but I couldn’t read the print as it was in spanish. Suddenly a male voice off camera announced that her marriage had been dissolved and her divorce had been granted. The second document was a marriage license between Tina and someone, but with her finger over the name. Obviously these people wanted be anonymous so as not to be recognized internationally by authorities so no faces were shown or names mentioned other than my Tina. As she removed the document I watched her face. A tear was sliding down her face and she mouthed the words ‘I’m so sorry’. Then the screen faded to black momentarily. The next screen showed a date stamp that was a day later. Tina was on her knees again sucking a big dick. She had some small flowers in her hair and nothing else on but a pair of red high heeled red platform shoes. As this scene ended the man pulled out of her mouth and shot an incredible load of cum on her face and tits. When he finished the man laughed and said, “good girl slut.” The screen faded to a room that had maybe 50 men and women in it with an aisle down the center. As the scene unfolded Tina came into view, and faced the camera. She still had only the flowers and the red heels as her only coverings. Her face, hair and tits were covered with what I could only guess was cum. Lots of cum. Her eyes were almost covered completely with it. Her once perky cone shaped tits literally had cum dripping off her nipples. Suddenly some music started and she started walking slowly down the center of the isle. At the end were two men that I assumed were some kind of official and the groom. Their faces had been blurred electronically so as to not be recognised. When she was standing next to the ‘groom’ the ceremony began.I didn’t understand most of it but the obvious nature of this farce of a wedding was that she was to be forever bound as a slave to her master and that her interim husband would be ‘the keeper’. The short ceremony concluded and Tina was told to face her guests and kneel as one by one the guests approached her. As the first man approached she was told to open her mouth and receive her wedding gift. She had no choice but to suck every man or woman to completion and swallow without complaint. To the women she licked their pussy or ass until they orgasmed. Most men were of average size, a few were actually tiny, but two were huge maybe 8” and one I was truly amazed at. He had to be at least 10” and as thick as a can of corn. How her mouth opened to accept that monster I will never know. Finally the last guest had given her their ‘wedding gift’. She must have been d**gged to have accomplished this feat. I don’t believe there is any woman on the face of this earth that could have accomplished what she did without some sort of help. It was at this moment that I knew that even if I got her back someday that I would never have my wife again as I once knew her. The d**gs and the constant non consensual ****s would make her into nothing more than a mindless fuck toy.As the last person was walking away she stood with her head bowed, walked back towards the camera, then stopped before the camera. The sight made me want to puke again as I watched the cum drip from her tits but I didn’t as the scene faded again to what appeared to be some type of party. There was food on tables and what appeared to be a bar that was very busy. As the camera panned the room it stopped on Tina once again. Of course she would be the focus of the party. She was bound hand and foot in a way that all a person would have to do was approach her and her mouth, pussy or ass was readily accessible. She had been strapped into some type of harness then suspended from the ceiling her arms were bound behind her back. The apparatus would allow someone to position her in any position that suited their fancy, even head down if so desired to allow whatever perversion was desired. Her face had been wiped clean her eyes were glassy, pupils dilated. Something told me that she was not even aware of what was happening or where she was.As the camera was panning the room again a voice boomed over a microphone saying “welcome my friends to our fiesta celebrating the acceptance of our newest slave, slut Tina. she has graciously insisted that as thanks for being included into our exclusive fraternity her body is to be used and abused by everyone present for the duration of our fiesta. Please use her for your pleasure in every hole. She cannot say no now that she has been accepted into service as a full sex slave. LET THE ORGY BEGIN!”The scene started mildly enough with just sucking and fucking, the clip was obviously edited as the night wore on. There were clips of every perverse activity imaginable. There were blowjobs, spit roasting, all three of Tinas holes were fucked repeatedly. Naked women wearing strapons with huge dildos used my wife in every hole. Sometimes all three at once. At the seeming completion of the fiesta the two guys with 8” dicks and the guy with the 10” monster were summoned to her and directed to make her watertight. As the the smaller guys inserted their dicks into her mouth and pussy the big guy shoved his log quickly into her ass. Tina didn’t acknowledge the fact that she was being ****d once more. She wasn’t even moving at that point. When the guy with the biggest dick was fully embedded into Tina they were directed to pound her mercilessly until they came in her. It was brutal. In my mind I couldn’t imagine that anyone could survive this type of attack with their sanity intact. The last of the video was a walk around showing her body. She had bite marks, some bleeding onto the floor and what looked like cigarette burns where people had snuffed their cigarettes out on her cheeks, stomach, tits and ass. She had whip marks all over her torso, pussy and thighs. Cum and blood was literally running out of all three of her holes. I even saw cum running out of her nose like snot. Her eyes were open but unseeing. I thought she was dead.Once the video ended, it was late and I didn’t think I could stomach anymore tonight so I went to bed and just lay there staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t believe that a human could treat another human as they had treated my wife. I knew that my once loving wife was gone. Taken by these a****ls. Abused, tortured, used for my torture, humiliation, debasement and their amusement. My rage was always just under the surface but it was as if I was grieving for the dead. She may have been dead. I knew that the grieving process had many steps and I believed that I had just entered acceptance. I couldn’t sleep knowing that somewhere far away my lovely wife was suffering. But I accepted that it was so. At the next session with my psychiatrist I asked if there had been any breakthroughs with my family’s a*****ion. Marge, my psychiatrist said that she didn’t know but that she would have the FBI contact me with an update if there was one. Shortly after lunch I met with agent Lee who was the leading agent in the investigation. He said that they thought that Tina was in another country than Mexico. They said that the d**g cartels had many compounds all over south america and that Tina could be at any of them but they believed that she was being held at a location known to be a very private heavily guarded compound in Columbia. He said that there were few clues but that the few that they had pointed to one in particular. I asked if there was any way to arrange a covert mission to safely rescue my girls. He said that they were working on that as we speak but not to hope for too much. Practically speaking there was very little hope but there was hope so I must not give up. We chatted for an hour and I thanked him for any help that they could give. After the agent left I decided to boot the laptop again to finish the emails. I must have been a self masochist to do this to myself but I had to know.After checking my email I noted only a few new emails from Tina so I added those to the thumb drive then opened the next in the series.This one was a text and a small attachment video. I read the text first.HOLA MY FRIEND,First let me tell you how much I enjoyed our celebration. Your ex wife told me she had the time of her life sucking and fucking all our guests that night. She said that the highlight of her night was the watertight fuck at the end. I bet that you didn’t know that she loves to be watertight. Go figure. Lol lol lol. She had so much fun that she slept for three days. She also wants you to know that she has fallen in love with my cock. As a matter of fact her mouth is caressing my cock again as I type this. I made sure not to wash it after I fucked her ass because she says that she prefers ass to mouth. I don’t really care if that is her wish because I will never kiss her again. You understand I’m sure.So anyway after she was rested she said that if I was going to be her husband, she felt that she should have a ring. So being the loving man that I am I have given into her wishes. I am so pussy whipped by her. Lol lol lol. I’m sure that you will be impressed by her taste in jewelry. Who knew that she wouldn’t want a ring on her finger. I guess there is no predicting a woman’s desire. Anyway check out her latest video as she accepts her jewelry.Your friend, The keeperI knew by now that whatever was on the video would be a further humiliation to her and by extension to me. I was right.The video started with Tina’s mouth around his dick. She had gotten very good, not by choice im sure, in deep throating his sizable member. It only took a short time before I could see his butt cheeks tremble when he came down her throat. Amazingly enough I no longer felt a sense of rage when I witnessed this. I honestly felt that his efforts to humiliate me was just getting tiresome to be honest, but I digress. She had been strapped to a metal table not unlike the stainless steel tables in a restaurant kitchen. Her arms had been stretched above her head and her legs were pulled very wide. They were almost at right angles to her torso. I noticed burn and bite scars from the ‘celebration’ were still very visible. I heard some talking in the background and a bit of what sounded like an argument. After a few sharp commands I saw a pair of hands start to knead Tina’s breasts. It looked like they were feeling the bruises. Having done a thorough inspection they grabbed her right nipple and pinched it hard. She screamed loudly when he pulled her nipple out an incredible 2” while pinching it harder. Suddenly someone spoke in english. “My lovely wife has requested that I give her a set of wedding rings. I have agreed to this to show the world that she is mine. You notice that her nipples are a bit sore but Tina has assured me she wants her rings without any anesthetic. So I have agreed. You may proceed doctor”. The person that had pinched her nipple chose some type of clamp and then released her nipple. Before it sprang back he had put the vicious clamp solidly and very painfully on her right nipple. I u*********sly cringed at this knowing how sensitive her nipples had always been. I knew she must be in extreme pain. Once he was satisfied at the position of the clamp he performed the same nipple pinch and pull on her left nipple only this time he sadistically twisted it till she let out a blood curdling scream. When he was satisfied of her pain he positioned the second clamp. I could hear and see for myself her agony at the rough treatment of her sensitive nipples. She moaned constantly after the second clamp was on. She kept saying NO! NO! NO! then PLEASE HELP ME RON ! crying and moaning in pain. Tears were falling down her cheeks. Then the hands moved down to her pubic area and I silently said to myself ‘no please not that too’ but the cameraman zoomed to her clit and started kneading her button till it was engorged and sticking out of her hood. Then without pause he slapped her clit with his hand as hard as he could! Her blood curdling scream must have been deafening. Again without pause he pinched her hood and clamped it tightly. By the time he had positioned the clamp her clit had once again hidden itself. Then came the actual piercing. He had selected the type of ring that actually looked like a ring but before he inserted it I saw him wipe her with some type of antiseptic. Then he positioned the ring and without pause or concern he pulled the trigger which inserted the ring and melted the ends together in a split second. These rings had been chosen to be permanent. The ring would have to be cut in two to ever be removed. Tina was sobbing and moaning from the pain of the pierce and the burning of the hot metal. She was quickly turning into a puddle of pain. Satisfied with the results. The hands rose to her left nipple. The skin had turned white with blood loss. He positioned a second ring on her nipple and pulled the trigger. She screeched in pain and her lips were trembling. Satisfied with the second ring he proceeded to the last, her clit hood. At the snap of the last ring insertion she screamed then went u*********s. After inspecting his work once again the ‘doctor’ left the room. And the video ended.Having seen enough I once again shut down my laptop. I got a beer from my fridge and sat in my office to think. This man would slowly kill my wife I knew. I also knew that he would destroy her mind before he destroyed her body. I knew she thought of me because I heard my name. Apparently her keeper wasn’t disturbed by her frequent use of my name. Was he so arrogant to believe she would willingly be his lover? Willingly be brutalizes for his amusement? Willingly let him torture her by piercing her body with no relief for the pain? Put his diseased dick in her body over and over? I had only one answer.NoAnd it was then I realized that Tiina was stronger than he was. She was allowing him her body but not her mind. Allowing him to humiliate her and me in order to save Tiffiny. A mother’s need to protect her c***d is her strength. It was in her DNA apparently she didn’t know of his plans for our daughter. She didn’t know that by the time Tiffiny turned 18, probably sooner, she would know the ways of pleasing another lover. If no rescue was performed my sweet daughter would end up as nothing more than a common whore in some far off whorehouse, or nothing more than a sex slave for some dirty greasy farmer as a reward for his bountiful crop. Maybe she would be sold in a slave auction. Maybe she would be paired up with dog, a donkey or horse in a series of underground porn films. The common thread here was what they said to Tina when they separated my girls. If Tina did everything she was told without complaint, Tiffiny would not be harmed. I knew the keeper had lied to her to placate her. In her mind it was her only hope for saving our daughter.I finished the last emails I had saved on the thumb drive. I saw my wife being ****d repeatedly then beaten by these a****ls several times. She was humiliated in any way they could think of. In one videos she was just hung by her wrists from the ceiling and burned by huge cigars. One a****l stuck a lit cigar up her ass. He just laughed as she screamed. In another video she was hogtied hands to her feet and laying on the floor. The men were standing around her drinking beer. When anyone felt the need to piss they walked over to Tina and made her open her mouth so they could relieve themselves in her mouth. Then they started jerking off and cumming in her face and hair. The men were not very inventive but the savagery of their assaults never ceased to amaze me. In another video they branded her ass with a symbol of their d**g cartel. She had been tortured endlessly it seemed. The last email showed her strapped to a cross while five men took turns shooting her with paint balls while they drank and laughed. Her tits and pubic area seemed to be the prefered target.5 years laterMy mornings were taken up with counseling sessions with the company shrink. My afternoons were taken up less frequently by the FBI investigator. My evenings were sometimes taken up by Tina’s emails. I had continued to receive updates but no text from my wife.One day I realised that it had been over a month since I had heard from her. There was no rhyme or reason for the frequency of them. They had gotten less frequent as time went on but steady. Never longer than a week. It had been over a month. On the next visit from the agent Lee I asked him if that meant anything, he had no answer but did have a disturbing question. He asked me if I knew about a case that finished in the conviction of one Carlos Rodriguez. I said that I did and I was undercover for it and obtained some key evidence. His reply stunned me. He said that Mr Rodriguez had died suddenly a few months ago of a heart ailment. I asked him if my involvement in the case had somehow been found out by his organization. Agent Lee said that he would bet on it and that would explain the disappearance of my family.Retribution. They couldn’t get to me because I went undercover again kaçak iddaa quickly. But my family had not. I asked if the FBI had coordinated with my agency. He said not to his knowledge. I was pissed.The next day I made an appointment to see my boss. When in his office I asked him the same questions I had asked the FBI and was given the same answers. To put it simply. Two agencies had been working on the same case. Each with some of the clues to find my wife but neither sharing those clues with the other.Five years…five fucking years of humiliation and torment. Five years of watching my wife be abused whipped, beaten, tortured ****d and sodomized. Without counting she must have been forced to give thousands of blowjobs, been fucked maybe ten thousand times in her pussy and ass. She had been forced to drink gallons of cum. And they couldn’t share??????I had not been this depressed in years. So I just went home and emptied a full bottle of my whisky shot by shot till I went u*********s. When I woke up I did it again. Three days passed till I woke up to a sunny day. I was dirty, hungry and smelled like a goat. My immediate needs were a piss then food. I must have puked at some point because the bathroom stunk like a gut pile. The toilet had old food but mostly just soured whisky. I didn’t even undress as i got into the shower. I just stripped in the tub letting my clothes drop. After washing several times I dried myself while picking my way to the bedroom to dress. Putting an old pair of jeans on and a clean tee shirt I then made myself a meal of cold cereal, dry toast and coffee. I felt like I had been in a fight. My muscles were sore and my eyes hurt like I had used a wire brush on them. I didn’t even know what day it was but I know i had missed several sessions with my shrink. With no reference I checked my phone and found it was saturday. Dam I was out for three days. I told myself that even if I couldn’t help my girls, the least I could do was stay sober. It was a busy weekend as I forced myself to clean the house top to bottom, do my laundry, mow the yard and wash my truck. I didn’t feel much better monday but I made it into my session with apologies for missing two sessions. She looked at me and said that I looked like hell. I said thank you very much and said that at least four bottles of my private stock had given their lives to get me to this point. She gave me the riot act about my drinking again and told me in no uncertain terms that she would not release me if I didn’t start listening to her. She said that if Tina ever was rescued that she would be disappointed in my condition. And she wouldn’t blame her. I agreed and said that I would quit drinking starting today. We started to discuss the latest in my life and I asked if she could find out anything in my case. Hoping that with the two agencies sharing info that maybe something would happen now. Two days later I got a visit from agent Lee. He sat me down and told me that their overseas agents had located the compound that they thought Tina was kept in. He said that the federales were cooperating and that we might know something soon but probably not before the end of the week. I was ecstatic!!! I told him to let me know as soon as they rescued her and then I hoped that they had not destroyed her mind. He said he would but not to hope for too much as in cases like this the women are probably forever scarred mentally. I said I would hope for the best but expect the worst. I thought to myself that it would be a miracle if she even recognized me. What agent Lee did not divulge was that all indications pointed to his feeling that Tina was not currently at the compound and would not return. His undercover sources had indicated that she had not been there for some time. Possibly as long as a month.A few days turned into two months as the feds gave me updates. Some of the local militia were actively working against the investigation. Not unheard of because the locals were on the d**g lords payroll and were no more than hired lookouts and that the payments were designed to provide security to the d**g thugs compounds not help foreign governments.Finally I got another visit from agent Lee. The news was good and bad at the same time. The task force had been successful in breaching the compound but had found no prisoners inside. Only a few caretakers, a skeleton security force and maids had been captured. Although the compound was mostly empty there had been a large amount of electronics present and a room full of videos. The feeling was that if no one talked the whole exercise was a bust but the computers and videos would be sent to the US to be analyzed for any clues. The housekeeping staff had been interviewed and admitted that Tina had been a prisoner there but had been removed when Carlos death had been discovered. No one knew where she had been taken to.I was told to be patient because computers tended to hold many secrets. The cell phones would also be useful and would be analyzed also. So I am again waiting. I was so frustrated because I felt that I was so close.Five years laterI was relaxing in my den with my never ending search for clues involving the C/Rodriguez d**g cartel and its remnants. After the death of its head a****l the cartel had been disbursed by its second in command. This person was never named in any info that had been mined from the electronic data from the compound. No one knew who he was. He was referred to only as ‘The Keeper’ but in this case I didn’t care because I wasn’t concerned with the d**g trade. I was more interested in the slave trade. The federal investigators had determined that Tina, along with several other sex slaves, had been sold at auction. Specifically an auction specializing in sex slaves hosted by an underground international organization. The demand for white female slaves had seemed to increase every year since I had started my research. It seemed all the new perverted billionaires of the world had to have at least one white woman slave to complete their stable of sex toys. I was able to independently do my research because of my contacts in the undercover world. I could actually get live feeds to slave auctions all over the world through the dark web. These auctions while highly i*****l were possible only by kickbacks to government officials. I saw many thousands of people bought and sold. Male, female, young, old, it didn’t matter. There must have been a use for all. But I had concentrated my search to those that offered females as sex slaves. If I was ever going to be successful in finding my wife or daughter that was where I felt I should look. I was considering where I should eat tonight when the doorbell rang. Thinking that agent Lee was gracing me with his non reports of my girls I went to the front door. Looking through the peephole I saw what appeared to be a very thin woman with short neon green hair a tight extremely short dress and 4-5” cfm heels. Her face was pasty white with a ton of makeup. I didn’t normally get an unsolicited visit from call girls or know any punk rockers so I was hesitant to answer but something looked familiar to me so I opened the door. The woman looked at me and said, “Ron?” Then tears started running down her face as she said, “can I come in?”I couldn’t move. I just stood there and stared. I knew that voice.“Tina?” I said. She just looked at me and shook her head yes. My knees started to shake. I didn’t think I could speak so I moved aside to let her in and closed the door. Still staring at this ghost from my past I stared. She looked so thin, so emancipated. I sat her down on the couch and then I slowly sat beside her and hugged her. We both just let our tears and sobs fill the room. I could feel her ribs and backbone through her dress. Finally I just looked her in the eyes and all I could see was her love. She said, “I missed you baby.” I said, “me too.” Then I asked her “how did you get here?” She said that she had worked all night turning tricks and when her pimp had not shown up to collect her, she had hailed a cab. “From where,” I asked. She said that she had been a prostitute on the ‘bad’ side of our town for months before she realized where she was. Her present owner had purchased her from a long line of pimps. She started to cry again and said that she had no choice. I told her to stop and I was not angry with her and I understood that she had no choice. I had seen the videos. I understood that whatever she did she was forced to do. Once she quieted down again I asked her when was the last time she had eaten. She said, “a few days ago.”I said that she looked so malnourished that I would have to fatten her up a bit. She laughed at that but her eyes still looked so sad. She looked at me seriously and said, “do you know what happened to Tiffiny?”I said, “I hoped that you could tell me what had happened to her.”Her eyes teared up again when she said our daughter had been taken away the day that the sexual assaults began. She had not been in contact with her after that day. The keeper told her that as long as she obeyed his every command that our daughter would not be harmed. I didn’t tell her what I knew of the plans that the keeper had told me would be her future.I took her to the kitchen and told her to sit while I made her something to eat and poured some tea for her. I knew that I had to call agent Lee but I also wanted to get my mind around the fact that I had my wife back after all these years. I could not assess her physical or psychological health but I could see that she was alive. At that moment I was ok with that. All I could think of was the fact that SHE HAD FOUND ME !!!After Tina ate a bit I asked her if she wanted to shower then rest while I contacted agent Lee. She wanted to know who agent Lee was so I explained the relationship I have with him. Tina did say that she was tired so I put her in the guest room for a rest. She walked in the room slowly and with practiced ease slid the dress and heels off. She had no underwear on. She was pitifully thin. I noticed some of the scars of the years of torture and abuse. She had still had scars on her back and ass from the whippings, cigar burns and bite marks. She still had the nipple rings on her drooping breasts that I remembered as so perky and the clit ring on her shaved pussy. She still had the brand mark on her ass as well as several tattoos of previous ‘owners.’ I could also see needle tracks on both her arms. I figured she would be hooked on the d**gs that these a****ls forced their girls to take before sending them out to earn their keep until they depended on them for their daily fix. I didn’t want to bring up the condition of her body but I knew I had to make her get a complete physical to assess the physical damage so I just held and snuggled her for a minute before she laid down. After she was settled I told her I would be just outside the door while I made my call. When I got agent Lee on the phone I told him that I had some important news about Tina. He said that he was across town and would be tied up for a few hours but that he would stop by when he was free. I said that was fine but please hurry. When I disconnected I had to see if I was dreaming or was she still in bed.She was. She was sleeping so peacefully that I could not bring myself to wake her even though I wanted so many answers. She was curled up into a fetal pose and had a smile on her face. I prayed that there was a part of her left that still belonged to me.So I pulled a chair up to the bed and just held her hand until I heard my cell phone chirp in the next room. Answering the phone agent Lee identified himself and said he was on his way and could talk now. I told him what had happened and he sounded happier than me as he told me not to answer the door to anyone unless they showed ID. He said he couldn’t get there right away but he would send a team over at once. He also said that I might get a visit from her pimp because they did not look kindly on their girls running. I said not to worry and that I was well armed. I had my colt 1911 out and four spare magazines. I also had my bushmaster AR 15 with two spare magazines at the ready. He laughed and said “just don’t shoot any of my agents.”Thirty minutes later there was a knock at my door. I asked who was there while looking in the peephole. Suddenly an ID showed so close that I could read it. I asked the person to give me the code phrase that agent Lee had told me would be conformation of FBI. Upon hearing “chocolate and vanilla” I let them in.I escorted two male agents and two female agents into the room. Immediately they asked me if I had Tina with me and I led them to her room. She was awake and looking frightened so I went to her and said that she was in good hands. One of the agents was a nurse sent to document her condition and to assess her fitness to be moved to a private facility.I wasn’t happy about the idea of once again losing sight of my wife after the eleven year separation but the agents said not to worry because I was going too. Their orders were to immediately put us both into witness protection. Tina was scheduled to undergo a complete physical. After her physical her past injuries would be documented then she would be offered any medical procedures including plastic surgery to eliminate all the scarring and tattoos. All this talk was good to hear so I asked as to her mental health. I was assured that their doctors would do all that they could but that because of her years of abuse that I might never see my wife as I once knew her. I looked into Tina’s eyes. What I saw there told me all I needed to know. I said “I’ll take that chance as long as we are together.” Tina just smiled at me. Once again I marveled at her inner core of strength. I thought to myself, ’I thought I was the strong one’.My next new lifeSo began months of first d**g rehab, physicals, psychological exams and d**g treatments to cure her of the myriad of STDs that she had picked up in her many years of abuse. Amazingly enough, she had not contracted hepatitis or aids. We were also advised that no sex of any kind was allowed until she was cleared by the doctor. This was ok with us. We were just happy to be together again.Physically she had scarring all over her body from her years of torture along with the branding and tattoos that would have to be removed, her breasts would lifted and repaired of the scaring. She was assigned a plastic surgeon to repair the abuse and I was told that there would be many surgeries to repair my wife’s broken and abused body. Her pussy and asshole were to get reconstructive treatment but the surgeon said that any possible nerve damage could be permanent. The surgeon said that he had done all the procedures before but not on the same person. He told us gently that he would restore her body but he could not restore her mind. She had been interviewed for any names, dates or locations of her years of abuse.Her story slowly came out that when she had been k**napped, she was forced to remove Tiffiny from school. She had to give the cover story of her moving so the school officials would not investigate.They were told in the beginning that they would not be harmed if they cooperated with their k**nappers. She also said that nothing sexual had happened to them until they had crossed into Mexico. The day of the series of pictures in Tijuana, Tiffiny was told that she was being taken to a temporary location while their captors negotiated their release. Of course this was all a lie but they had no choice.After Tiffiny had been taken away Tina was taken to a sleazy nightclub and locked in a room. After dark she was transported to a large compound outside of town. At that place she was stripped then tied to a chair and left alone with the leader of men that had been escorting them across the US and into Mexico.It was at this point that she was told the real story of her future. She was told that her life as she had known it was gone. That her life was now the life of a sex slave. She would comply to all their demands or her precious daughter would suffer a fate worse than hers if she didn’t cooperate. She had no choice but to comply. She was also told to email me to my personal email address and that her travel pictures would be sent along with her message.She was told that she could not escape, that she must accept everything without complaint. Her keeper then untied her and had her send the email and explain her situation. When she finished the attachment with the travel pictures was sent.That night was the night that began the years of sexual torture. She said that she didn’t remember everything that happened, there were many gaps in her memory because of the d**gs that were forced on her. Tina was afraid that because of the constant d**ggings the memories of her family would be erased but she held onto the things that she held most dear. Her family. She was never told what d**g she was given. Sometimes they were pills, sometimes up her nose, sometimes injections.She said that **** became her life and she never knew when or where it would happen. She tearfully remembered being forced to sign some papers but didn’t know what they were until she finished signing them. The forced ‘wedding’ was performed by some thug and she remembered only bits and pieces of the resulting gangbang celebration. They were injecting d**gs into her at that point and most of her memory of the event was lost. I thought to myself that in that instance her memory loss was a good thing.She then said that the years of abuse suddenly stopped when she was moved from the last compound in Panama. There seemed to be some excitement in the compound but she was never told what had happened. A few days later she was bound once again and put in a dog cage then taken by plane to an island. She, along with several other women, were sold at an auction. Sold like cattle. She found out later that she had been considered as a disposable asset of the Rodriguez d**g cartel and since he was dead now, her keeper was now the leader and he was liquidating assets before he retired.Tina had been sold like a cheap worn out used car to a prostitution ring in Thailand. She said that her life had actually gotten better in Thailand. No more ****s or forced gang bangs. No more torture. Her first new owner weaned her off the d**gs. She was a prostitute not much higher than a slave but a big step for her. She said that she had been bought and sold so many times through the years that she never knew what country she was in until one day she found herself in a city that somehow looked familiar. She had been in the car with her pimp when she realized that she somehow had been living in her own hometown for months but didn’t realize it. She was still desperate to escape and knew her pimp would never allow his property to leave but she knew that when he partied he sometimes forgot to pick all his girls up at the end of the night so she waited for her chance.She knew that night that he would be partying with another pimp that had a bevy of new girls to break in. Her chance had come so she took the money that she had earned that night and hailed a cab and given him the only address that she could remember.The rest of her story I knew.Tina had been through so many surgeries that she felt like a professional patient. She had had skin grafts for some of the scarring, laser removing of tattoos, her nipple and clit rings had been removed and the holes had been repaired. Even her vagina and ass had been operated on and her vagina had been tightened. Her asshole had been abused so often that she was given a butt plug by a previous owner to always wear. So her pucker had to be shrunk as well by the surgeon. Her last surgery was a facial reconstruct. While her face had not been disfigured, the doctor had thrown this last one in because he appreciated how strong Tina was as a person. He had heard most of her story and realized that it took a huge effort for a person to emerge as she had.The last bandages were removed. When the bruising and swelling was gone she would once again be a beautiful woman.The psychological scarring was much worse.The many visits with the team of doctors had gotten her functional again but only to an extent. She had no desire to be intimate anymore. Thousands of fuckings, hundreds of gangbangs some lasting for days. Forced blowjob till her stomach bulged with the accumulated sperm. She had had gallons of sperm injected into her mouth ass and pussy. In her mind she had become a receptacle for male lust. Nothing more. Her libido had been totally destroyed.As the team of psychologists worked on her case they came to a consensus. If Tina ever wanted to be whole mentally again, her mind would have to be reprogrammed again to what was considered normal. Never before had these scientists been exposed to a mind so devoid of sexual awareness. It was as if Tina considered the act of sex the same as washing a sinkful of dishes. Mindless.The team finally decided on a plan. Tina would undergo several intense d**g and hormone therapy treatments to give her body the necessary tools for romance also to imprint a sense of physical attraction that she once possessed. Also she would undergo neuro implanting of nano receptors along with bio feedback so that certain triggers would result in desire and subsequently sexual feelings. She had to relearn how to feel desire. After these treatments were complete she would undergo a series of hypnotic suggestions so that her mind would once again respond with desire for love making with her husband.The only drawback was that it was going to be a month long confinement to remove all outside influence. Everyone concerned was sure that Tina would be a new woman, a totally normal sexualy functioning female, when she returned to Ron.After a long discussion between Ron and Tina it was agreed for the treatment to proceed.REVENGERon had been busy while Tina had undergone all of her surgeries. He had gathered enough information in the debriefing of Tina to get the ID of her ‘keeper’. Not enough to take him to court but just enough to find him. He was now a successful businessman in the US and Mexico. He was the head of a number of legitimate and illegitimate businesses. His name was now Arthur Brooks. He was also still engaged in his favorite pastime of filming while dominating women at orgies then trafficking the women as sex slaves. Here was, as Ron decided, Arthur Brooks greatest weakness. Ron had not forgotten that he had many contacts in the underground world of d**gs and sex. Nor had his hatred of the one man that had made it his primary job to humiliate and torture his wife and by the series of videos himself, ever diminished.With the seclusion of Tina for an extended time Ron had compiled a team of retired operatives from his past working relationships. All had experience in black ops. All felt no pity for the demise of Ron’s nemesis.The plan that was conceived was amazingly simple. They would wait until their subject was engaged in a sexual romp with his gang. Usually they got their girls from the streets and paid them to have sex or star in a porn film. There was no end of the girls that could be sweet talked into making a sex video for a shot at being famous in the porn industry. The group usually got together in an old warehouse that was set up to look like a film studio. After they had their fun the girls were usually d**gged and sold to a slave dealer in the middle east or south america. Then the hapless girls were never seen or heard from again.After Ron’s recon of the warehouse the timing for the operation was settled. They would wait till the men had the women d**gged. The men would be fucked out at that point and probably high so any resistance would be weak. These guys had gotten arrogant kaçak bahis in their successes. Therein was their weakness.When it was decided that the plan was a go Rons team assembled outside the warehouse and waited. There was no guard outside and there were multiple entrances. Ron had decided that a team of six could do the job. They all had custom AR 15 with silencers. With a few of his team as guards outside looking like homeless bums they entered.RONThe smell of pot was strong as we slowly entered and found their room. These guys were sloppy. No guards, they were all high no one even saw the interlopers until they were all in the room and had them covered with our rifles. Their d**g addled brains had not processed what had happened until it was too late. The team had all five men on the floor and hogtied before a word had been spoken. Then the women, five in all, none of them looked to be adults yet, began screaming. My men made short work of the women with zip ties and ball gags.“ Which one of you is Arthur Brooks?” I asked. I already knew but wanted to see his reaction. No one spoke.“Ok so here is what is going to happen. Girls you will be carried to your waiting transportation. Once you are dressed and removed from the premises, you will be given a long ride. You will be released when our friends here have been taken care of. “I gave the order and watched as the girls were dressed then escorted to the waiting van we had rented for the occasion.After the girls had left I asked again. “Which one of you is Arthur Brooks?”Nothing. I turned to my remaining guys and said “Load them.”One of them made the mistake of struggling so I thumped his skull to silence him then we d**g him across the floor by his feet, his head bouncing on the uneven floors of the warehouse. The others were frogmarched to the other waiting van. After they were in the van they were secured to the floor with handcuffs. I was glad that the cargo van had metal tie down rings embedded in the floor to facilitate tying down of a load of cargo.After the men were secured I went into the warehouse and threw a lit road flare under a stack of pallets. The fire must have been spectacular.Three hours later we were well into the desert on a two track road. Our destination was a shack that we had determined had been an old miner’s shack but was now abandoned. Our human cargo was coming down from whatever d**gs they had taken so they struggled a bit more when we unloaded them. They were put in a line on their knees,, still naked, onto the hot sand of the desert.“Which one of you is Arthur Brooks?” I said once again. When I got no response again I took a nasty looking fighting knife from its sheath and walked to the nearest man. I grabbed him by the hair and cut him just deep enough for him to bleed from his ear to his other ear. He screamed like a girl through the ball gag. I told one of my guys to remove the ball gags so our guests could speak now.When they were all removed I heard him say, “I am Brooks. Don’t kill me.”I looked at the putrid excuse for a human with malevolent hatred. Then I smiled in his face. He shrunk back as I stared at him. Then he said, “why are you doing this to us. We were just making a movie.”I told him I was well aware of his movie making skills. I was well aware of his penchant for starring in his movies also. I said that I had seen his prowess in several of his movies.He seemed pleased at what I had said but when he looked into my eyes his smile faded. Then he asked again why he had been k**naped from his movie set. I said that was a fortunate phrase for him to use so I asked him if he had ever known a woman named Tina that he had made famous in some of his videos. “She had a thirteen year old daughter named Tiffiny as I remember.”He smiled again as he started to regain his arrogant attitude. “Yeah I remember the slut. We kept her for about five years then sold her. She was a whore somewhere in the middle east the last I heard.”“What did you do with her daughter Tiffiny” I asked mildly.“Well I had planned on keeping her for myself after I was through with her mother but when I was ready for her I found out that she had escaped when she was sixteen,” he said.“You don’t have any idea where she is now?” He said he didn’t have a clue. Didn’t care either.I looked at my guys and said, ”get everything ready now.They went to the van and removed a box, opened it up and set up a folding table. They started putting several strange looking tools on the table along with some knives and several syringes.While this was happening I had built a fire and placed a long knife and several long metal rods with letters attached to the end into the blaze.I had the men whimpering and sweating now so I said to the group, “ you men are nothing more than the filth of the earth. You routinly k**nap and **** young girls and women for your pleasure and profit. I could turn you into the authorities but you might have a real good defense team that would get you off with a slap on the hands or no punishment at all.”“Furthermore at least some of you have directly humiliated me and my family. You first stole my wife and daughter, sold my u******e daughter to a rich pervert for sex slave training, then you tortured and humiliated my wife for over five years. I looked him in the face when I said “I am Tina’s husband.”If he had been wearing pants they would be wet by now because he just kneeled on the sand and pissed. HE KNEW !!!I said, “in your world, when you or your family is wronged there is retribution. Correct?” I said. He was paralyzed with fear.“So here is what I will do. Since you didn’t kill my wife, I won’t kill you. You did do some things to my wife though like piercing her nipples and clit. True?” he just stared at me with a terrified look in his eyes as I picked up the long pointed knife from the fire. I showed it to him. Then took some locking pliers from my box.“You pierced her with no anesthetic. You bragged how she wanted her rings remember?”As I said this I locked the pliers onto his nipple pulled it out and sent the white hot blade through his right areola. He fainted. Reaching into the box I grabbed a large padlock, slipped it through the cauterized hole, and snapped it shut. I wasn’t worried about him feeling anything anymore because he was u*********s so I put the knife in the fire and opened his mouth then proceeded to pull all of his teeth out with the pliers and threw them into the fire. By then the knife was hot again so I cut his tongue off and threw it into the fire also. He was starting to moan by now so I grabbed a fencepost lying near me and a hammer and nail from my box. I then grabbed a funny looking tool that had three fingers and a handle on it. He was awake by then so I grabbed his dick roughly, stretched it out and pounded a nail through the head and into the fence post. Because of the way he was bound he couldn’t move but I could see the veins standing out on his neck from the pain.“Now you are so proud of your dick that you put it on hundreds of videos that you sent me. I don’t ever want to see your dick again. I also never want you to have a chance to breed some innocent woman.” As I said the last word I pulled the post out stretching his dick to its limit and cut his dick off at the root with the knife then threw the post into the fire. The hot knife instantly cauterized the injury and stopped any bleeding but not the pain.When I did this he arched his back and presented what was left of his genitals. I grabbed the tool with the three fingers which was normally used to castrate cattle then slipped a thick rubber band on it then spread the fingers open. I inserted his nuts through the rubber ring and closed the fingers. The rubber rings would clamp off the blood flow to his nuts while squeezing. In a few days to a week his testicles would die from lack of blood circulation then simply fall off.There was only one man left of his friends that was conscience so we took the rest and pulled their teeth out, cut their tongues out and relieved them of their dicks and testicles. By sheer coincidence the two men with the 8” dicks and the guy with the donkey dick that had ****d Tina’s ass in the marriage celebration were in this group. Lastly I took the branding irons from the fire and burned the word ‘slut’ into all of their foreheads. Also the word ‘dick’ with a curved arrow pointed to their assholes. I had left their asses alone but their in new life that would never be an issue again. When we were finished we packed everything up and loaded the van. We were ready to leave so I grabbed my sat phone and called a number.The person picked up and I asked for the master. “Hi Ron are they ready?” he said.“Yeah but they are outside so you might want your guys to hurry. You know how pesky the coyotes and snakes are,” I said.“Just so we’re clear here, they will be a feature attraction in your s&m group for at least five years and when you are finished with them they will be sold as slaves to the highest bidder. Correct?”“Yup. hey buddy are you sure that I can’t pay you? You know that you have eliminated my competition. I’m gonna make millions.”“I got my pay tonight but thanks for the offer. I do have a favor to ask though.” “Name it” he said. I gave him all the information I had on my daughter and asked him if he could put his contacts to work finding her.“If she is alive I’ll find her” he said “but what would you like me to do if I find her?”“Let me know the details when she is located and we will discuss it then,” I said.“Email?” he said. “yup “ I said. I ended the call and we drove away.EPILOGTiffinyShe thanked Harold for his advice and poured herself a glass of wine. She knew he wanted her to quit the business and, if she was honest with herself, she did want to give up the life of a call girl. She hated some of the customers, but some she had a really good time with. ‘Maybe it’s time she left the life and found her family, if they were still alive…’ she thought.Her thoughts wandered briefly back to Mexico. To the last memory of her mother. She had held her and told her that no matter what happened to them, she would do everything in her power to keep her safe. Of the last time she had seen her step parents. She had just turned sixteen and had overheard some talk one night. They said it was time for her sexual training to start. At sixteen her ears perked at that comment but what came next made her blood run cold. Her step mother said, “Carlos is never going to be free. She will never be worth any more. There is a huge market for young teen pussy. I say we sell her now before the cartel remembers she is here.”She had stolen some money. Enough to get her to the US if she were careful. She would leave now….Two years later she finally found herself on US soil once again. Miami was an exciting city full of late night parties, fun and excitement. She had been in town only a few weeks when she met an attractive woman in a coffee shop. Tiffiny had just turned eighteen and was running out of money. Tiffiny mentioned that she was looking for a job and a place to stay. The woman said her name was Helen and if she wanted, she could crash at her place. Her apartment was luxurious. Helen told her she could use the pool if she wanted as she normally was not very active during the day. Helen then asked her if she had any luck finding a job. ”Nope not yet but she was looking,” she said.Helen then asked her her age. “Twenty one “ she said. “Hmmm you look younger.” Helen said.Helen’s eyes appraised her briefly. She said, ”are you a virgin?” Tiffiny said “yes.” “Are you saving it for something or someone?”“No there is no one” she said. “Where are your parents?”“I don’t know. Five years ago I was taken from my mother in Mexico and given to a couple of perverts. Then I found out they were going to sell me as a sex slave. I took some of their money then escaped and now I am running out of money so here I am.”Helen then shocked me when she said “ would you be opposed to renting your body by the hour? I have a few contacts.”“Are you serious?” I asked.“It can be very profitable. Just look at my apartment. Also you have that fresh faced look of a young school girl. Your body looks like sex on two legs.” They both laughed at that comment.Tiffiny then said “But I am a virgin. I don’t know what to do.”“Leave that up to me. Like I said I have some contacts. So are you interested?”Tiffiny thought for a long minute. This isn’t how she had envisioned her life to play out but at least she was being given a choice. Better this than being sold to the highest bidder to some old slimy pervert with a wrinkled dick.“Ok what do I need to do?” Tiffiny said.The following week was spent on shopping for suitable clothes, heels, hosiery, and different types of underthings that a well dressed teen would wear. Not all was for night wear. Some were for the beach or pool. Finally Helen started showing Tiffiny the nuances of the sex trade. How to give a proper blowjob. How to be sexy without being whorish. What to say to her customer. What not to say.“Sometimes you won’t have to have sex with your customer. They might just want to talk. You wouldn’t believe how many dates I’ve been on where all they want is intelligent conversation.” Helen told her.“Read current events, develop a political ideology know at least the basics of all types of sports. He may not agree with you but if you can defend yourself with facts and figures he will respect you in the end.”She learned these things and more. Her first time with a man had been set up by Helen. “ I told him that you are a virgin. He will go slow and will be very gentle. He is paying a premium for you. It’s not everyday that a man can have a virgin.”“How much if I may ask.” “$12,000. I promised him that he would not be disappointed. After today you will be charging $2,000 for an overnight. $1,000 for four hours. We have not discussed money up to this point so here is what I think is fair. I will take twenty five percent of your earnings and put it into an account that I set up. This account is going to be our mad money. I will also put twenty five percent of my earnings into the same account. What do you say. deal?” Tiffiny was stunned. “$12,000?” “Yes and it’s for only four hours. If he wants more time with you it will cost him $1,000 per hour. And also I negotiated his time to include just oral and vaginal sex. No anal. You are not ready for that yet. Your charges with him are more than you will be charging normally but you only have one first time.”‘Damn my pussy must be made of gold’ I thought to myself.“ Just be the sweet girl that I know you are and do everything he asks. Remember that no matter how old they are or what they look like, they are the best you ever had. In your case that would be true,” we both laughed.The sex was rather anti climatic. After dinner and one glass of wine at his home he took me to his bed. I had the feeling he had been warned to treat me with tenderness but he acted like I would break if he got too rough. In a way I was happy to rid myself of my cherry because I just felt more like a woman after. Getting paid for it just made it better.Life was good after that night. Helen liked to party at night but she made sure almost all my dates happened in the afternoons. Only a few were for overnight and she knew the men very well before she allowed an overnight.Then things started to change, or should I say Helen started to change. She started coming home after some dates looking out of it. I knew how she was when drinking but this was different. I remembered seeing people high on coke and also heroin when I lived with the ‘steps’. She looked like that.I was concerned enough to ask her one day if she was getting into hard d**gs. She said “ Tiffiny I’m not going to lie to you. Sometimes my dates like to party hard and these guys pay very well. I know when to say no and I do often. But yes I have done a few.” I looked at her very seriously and said “you are as much a mother to me as I’ve had since I left my real mother in Mexico. Please don’t leave me.” as I said this a tear ran down my cheek.She just stared at me. I don’t think until this point she had known of the feelings I had developed for her. She had literally taken me in off the streets and given me a high paying career. Admittedly not the career that a mother would choose for her c***d but the financial reward was fantastic.I was banking between $10,000-$15,000 per week between five banks. That was after my 25% was deducted. When an account reached a certain level I transferred half to an offshore account that Helen setup with her attorney Harold Fry. “He works for some girls that have half a brain and don’t want to be old, wrinkled, and broke. He is honest with us and cheap so all of us girls keep him in pussy whenever he wants some.” I told Helen to include me in the mix because I wanted to pay my fair share. She laughed at that and said, “he has only asked me once about you. I’ll mention you though.”The fateful day came nine months later.Helen had been coming home high more and more. I had voiced my concerns about her life style frequently but lately she had just blown me off. “I got this k**do” she would say. I was returning from a weekend outing with one of my repeat customers. He had wanted to take me on a three day cruise that he had been planning for us. Us being his wife me and him. I was posing as his daughter so we could get a family cabin. I had been with both of them before and we had a ton of fun. The threesomes we had were awesome.Anyway when I got home I saw immediately that something was wrong. The apartment was a mess. Beer cans, whisky bottles, drink glasses were everywhere. Helen had never let anyone be this messy as long as I had been living with her so I was immediately alerted that something was wrong. I went to her room and saw that her bed was a mess. I went to her bathroom and there she was. She was leaned back on the toilet naked. The needle was still sticking out of her arm.I just stood there for a few minutes with tears running down my cheeks. She was the closest thing to a mother that I had known since my real mom.We had talked many times about what to do in the case that one of us were killed or otherwise so I had specific instructions. She had given me the combination to the safe. I was to immediately remove the contents and store them in my safe deposit box at the nearest bank. She had drilled me with these instructions. “Don’t think about it just do it.”After I made sure she had passed I opened the safe, took everything and put it in a large hand bag. My safe deposit box was only ten minutes away on foot. While on my way to the bank I called Harold and told him what I had found and what I was doing. He said to follow Helens instructions and go back to the apartment and wait for him. He would contact the authorities. He said not to touch anything else in the rooms if the police were not there by the time I got back. I hurried to the bank did my deposit including the cash money from my weekend. Since it was more than $10,000 I just put it all in the safety deposit box and left. I would deal with the cash later.When I reentered the apartment I immediately saw Harold talking to the detective in charge. I noticed the EMT crew in Helen’s room so I stayed away. I felt lost and alone so I took Harold’s arm and wouldn’t let go. When the detective tried to ask me a question Harold broke in and told him that any questions would go through him as he had given him the info as to my whereabouts the previous week. I just nodded and said, with tears running down my cheeks, “thank you Harold.”The next days were hard. Helen had pre arranged everything for her last journey including flowers, plot, music, memorial stone, everything. I felt so alone after the service. A few days later I was sitting in the sun silently weeping and wishing for my friend back when there was a knock at my door. It was Harold.He asked me to sit with him he had some business to discuss with me.When we had a drink and we’re comfortable he began.“Helen was a sharp business woman. She made a lot of money between her legs but she made even more from gifts and tips. She had many offers of real estate, money and jewelry. She actually owns a part of an office complex in upper Manhattan, New York near central park. She had one fellow that loved her so much that he changed his will to include her. She has had an illustrious career. I tried to get her to quit many times but she said she would quit when fucking stopped being fun.”I smiled at that comment because I had heard her say the exact same thing.“My duty to her is as her executor now and to inform you of the contents of her will. She left almost all of it to you. Real estate, jewelry, stocks, bank accounts are all yours now. The only other person she left anything to is her daughter from her divorce. She has a college fund Helen started years ago amounting to $200,000. She can draw from that until she graduates. Everything else is yours.”“I don’t have any idea what was in the safe but the contents are yours to keep also. Tiffiny you are a very rich woman. Please take what was given to you and leave the business to start your own life someplace safe and secure.I took the advice Harold gave me that day. After I got my head straight I called Harold and told him my plans. First we pooled all my cash, real estate, stocks etc. Not including the cash I had approximately 16.5 million. I wanted to be able to help any prostitute that wanted out of the business so I set up a nonprofit to administer grants for living and college expenses until they could be self sufficient.I wanted to let the rest grow so we hired an investment firm that Harold used.Once I got the finances in order I had one last request for my friend.I hired the best private investigation team I could find. As a matter of fact I hired two firms and told them both there was a bonus for the one that finds either my parents or their graves. I gave them all the information I could remember before I turned them loose.Even with the friendly competition it was several years before there was a breakthrough. People that are in witness protection should not be able to be found. I think they hired someone to secretly hack the FBI database and they found a reference to my dad. Once they got that they found that they had changed ID. There was some references to my mom’s medical issues but there was no mention of what had caused them.When I finally found my parents I was scared to contact them. They had supposedly changed IDs and been given a new life. They were not the same parents that I once knew. By the same token I was not the same thirteen year old they once knew. Too many years had passed. I was in my late twenties now. They were in their forties.It was Harold that came up with the idea to just keep it simple. My parents were planning a cruise to Alaska to celebrate their anniversary. Harold was able to get the cabin next to theirs and we would just bump into them accidentally. Simple right? I found them when we set sail the first day. They were sitting at a table for dinner looking like a couple of lovebirds. They both looked older but so happy. My mom was beautiful and my dad was so handsome. I was very nervous. Harold grabbed my elbow then steered me to their table and asked if the seats next to them we’re taken. My dad looked at Harold, smiled then invited him to sit with them, then he looked at me finally and just stared wordlessly. Tears started running down his cheeks and that started my tears, my bottom lip quivered. My mom was still studying the menu until my dad poked her in the ribs. She looked at him and saw his pale face and tears running down his cheeks. They both looked at me and I said “Hi mom. Hi dad.”I have purposely left this tale open ended. I may revisit it in the future but with the family reunited, I feel that my tale has finished. There may be a sequel but I have many unfinished works so it will be some time. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed.

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