Sex trafficking had never provided the impetus for the Controller to begin doing what he did. But involvement in peddling flesh - being in the midst of an episode that included locating, selecting, stalking and procuring innocent women - was exhilarating. No doubt.
The harbor front warehouse allowed the sadist to both have a little fun as well as prep his quintet of victims for Miguel’s arrival on Sunday. In the case of the two young blondes this meant having Dermot assist the Controller in applying searing hot brands (about the size of an American quarter) upon their vanilla cream buttocks. Identification purposes. Then the Controller allowed his apprentice a somewhat limited but nonetheless satisfying reign with the unlucky pair…
“Just their asses. They retain full value if Miguel’s lads get first crack at those pussies. And THIS is a list of what you’re allowed to do to inflict pain. No marks, no blemishes. We’ve worked too hard and incurred too much risk to lessen the value of these two whores. If they’re to be scarred, well…let the Venezuelans be guilty of that. Money talks lad…”
Separate from this the Controller kept Erin Cobb in a corner cage. Apart. Awaiting her fate. There would be no agonizingly painful brand applied to THIS priceless body. But already the mental torture of the Controller whispering to the naked twenty-six year old of her impending trip to Denver and his true home (“It’s a place where I can really concentrate on getting the most out of you Erin…”) was taking its toll.
Which left Amber Gray and her mother Emily. Here - in a private suite of stalls within the hellish warehouse - the Controller was mercifully allowing the pair to spend a last few days together. Amber was destined to visit Caracas. Permanently. But the MILF, well…she would be granted the luxury of waving goodbye to her little girl knowing that her own misery (along with Erin’s) lay in the shadows of the Rocky Mountains.
“Backs straight! Filthy sluts……”
With a small generator running to further stifle the screams of the gagged pair the Controller had Amber and her weeping Momma strung up by their wrists. Side by side. Amber faced the east wall…Emily the opposite. So as the Controller slowly circled the women he had the right to rape and torment there would always be one set of breasts - one pretty face - as well as one well rounded ass to for his eyes to feast upon.
“Legs further apart you pigs…MOVE!!”
This was Friday. The cutter was due to make port on Sunday. The Controller swallowed hard realizing his time with mother and daughter was limited. But he had them where he wanted them. For today at least their torture would be directed by him and him alone.
“EYES OPEN! Or you both get the dildo again. Such a dainty pair of asses…BACKS STRAIGHT!”
Dangling as they were - sobbing, trembling - each victim could not help but witness what was being done to the other female aside of her. Their Controller had propped them up in just such a manner with that sort of humiliation in mind.
“I suggest you make the most of these last few hours together. Even worthless cunts like you two deserve a good send off. Amber…your next Owners aren’t going to be quite so warm and cuddly as myself. And Emily, my dear…my forty-nine year old goddess, well…let’s just say that circumstances for you will degrade precipitously once I can get this fine body of yours in proximity with my more specialized toys. EYES OPEN! BE STILL…the BOTH of you!!”
The Controller at this point was roughly fondling - truly mashing - the older woman’s breasts. Causing Emily Gray to squirm in shame and not inconsiderable pain. With a grunt he ordered Emily’s onliest daughter to swing her face around from the side so that she could testify to what was about to transpire.
The helpless women had been strung up so that it was barely possible for each to only just make contact with the floor beneath them with the straining balls of their bare feet. To Amber it felt like constantly toppling over - naked - without her arms and hands free to break her fall. The agony in her shoulders and hips was indescribable.
“Watch closely young lady. Watch Momma suffer. And Amber…think about what lies ahead of you across the Gulf. Your new life. Your new purpose. I SAID EYES OPEN WHORE!”
As a consequence of her disobedience the Controller mashed his molars down onto the nipples of Amber’s mother for like the tenth time. Making the older victim grunt in pain as her exquisite body kicked and flailed like a landed gamefish. Even as she writhed in agony the Controller hoisted the lovely MILF’s body up off the floor and positioned her aching vagina in such a way that both females knew that a particularly brutal rape was imminent.
“This is your daughter’s fault. You raised a prostitute…and I can see where she gets it from.”
With that the Controller lowered - no…DROPPED - Emily’s battered pussy onto the lance of his erection. And began double-timing his hips UP and AGAINST the whimpering woman’s pussy. These actions sent wave after wave of excruciating pain along the older female’s spine. And gave Emily the sense that the cock inside of her was eating away at her most delicate insides with fangs of iron.
“Mu - uugghh! Ugghh - maaaarrrgggghhhh! Mu - uugghh - uuuggghhhhhh! Muugghh…”
This was Friday. Later Dermot and his mentor would place a brand on Amber’s sweet ass. A mark of quality to make her transition to Venezuelan sex service a foregone conclusion. And to keep her company inside the dismal hold of the USCGS Daltrey on her journey across the Gulf of Mexico the Controller plowed deeply and viciously into her mother to provide a soundtrack - a set list - to affirm Amber’s descent into sex slavery.
“Mugh! AA - mugghh! MUUGGHH! Ugh - uugghh - maaaarrrrgggghhhh! Muugghh!!”