This is a follow up to my #2 - Criminal and #18 - Blackmail prompts..

The car’s engine was smoking when Gabrielle pulled up in her truck. She was off duty today, wearing black jeans, practical flat heeled boots, a black tank top, and sunglasses. She had a leather jacket for when it got colder later that night, but for now she was fine.

Parking in front of the white Pontiac, Gabrielle stepped out and over to her partner, whose cruiser was parked behind the smoking car. Kara was standing by the  hood of her car, standing away from the smoking vehicle she pulled over.

They weren’t official partners. State Troopers didn’t have those in this county, or any county as far as Gabrielle was aware. But they’d made fast friends years ago and they were partners in their shared hobby. The hobby that had recently and forcibly become a side job.

“What’s the story here?” Gabrielle asked Kara as she stepped up. The stocky, muscular blonde woman stood with her arms crossed.

“Abandoned vehicle,” Kara said over the loud, garbled moaning coming from just out of sight around the car. She shrugged. “I’m just waiting for someone to come and tow it, looks like it might blow.”

Gabrielle looked back at the smoke coming out of the hood. “It’s possible.”

She looked around the cruiser, the part hidden from sight of the road.

Three women and one man, each in their early to mid twenties, sat bound and gagged against the vehicle with two sets of handcuffs and a bright red ballgag each. At the sight of a new woman they started struggling and moaning harder. That lasted all of five seconds before they saw Gabrielle’s smirk.

One of the women had dark skin. Gabrielle guesses she was middle-eastern. The rest where white. A brunette and a dyed blonde with dark roots.

The Latina woman leaned down to grab one of the girls by the chin, the one with the dye job. She twisted her head side to side, more because she could than for any practical reason, and gave her a playful little tickle under the chin before she stood back up. “So what’s the real story?”

“Road trip to Vegas. Left today, cell phones hit a dead zone.”

That made sense. Lots of comfortable looking clothes. Walking shoes. The brunette girl was a dressed little less sexy, wasn’t showing off as much skin as the others. Probably dating the guy.  

“Did you call it in?”

Kara snorted. “Of course.”

“To...?”

Now Kara scowled. “Both.”

So the department knew about three ‘abandoned’ vehicle and their new employers knew about the new haul of slaves they were about to get.

One of them starting getting rowdy, the brunette. Her face turning red as she raged beneath her red ballgag. Gabrielle shut her up with swift kick to the side.

“You keeping any of them?” Or in other words, the man. Neither of them were interested in women.

Each and every one of them lost a little self control when they heard Gabrielle’s words.  

“Nah, I’m happy with what I got. But I thought you might want to take one.”

Gabrielle smiled as she stalked down the line, taking a moment to look over each of the new slaves.

The brunette was tall, slender. That was obvious even when she was on the ground. She was wearing a black tank top and swear pants.

The fake blonde wore a short skirt green skirt that wasn’t quite short enough to be a minkskirt. It was white. Went well with her tight pink sphagetti strap top.

The dark-skinned woman was curvy, and wearing a bright yellow crop top and cutoff jeans. She was the quietest. Glaring furiously at Gabrielle.

None of them made any move to try and stand up or attack. That was to be expected. Kara knew how to handle her bitches very well. When people talked about firm hands, they were talking about people like her.

And then the man. Fit looking, maybe a little thin. He was trying to make himself look small, probably subconsciously. Seemed meek. He was whimpering.

Gabrielle’s interest was piqued.

His brown hair was shoulder length. Looked soft, like it was well cared for. He was wearing skinny jeans, which Gabrielle appreciated. She could see the faint outline of his junk at his crotch.

She grinned and hauled him up to his feet, getting a good grip of that crotch as she did.

“He was dating one of the bitches, right?”

The youth whimpered again, and the middle-eastern girl’s glare deepened. Oh, so that was the girlfriend, not the brunette.

“I think so, but it didn’t come up.”

“Well I hope they enjoy the next few hours, because it’s the last bit of quality time they’re going to get. You—“ she tapped him on the nose, “—are coming home with me. And all of you—“ she gestured to the others, “—are going elsewhere.” She didn’t know or care where.

The young man started whining, pleading underneath the gag as Gabrielle marched him to the back of her truck.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she cooed with a smile. “I have another bitch back home. A guy around your age. I’m sure the two of you will be great friends.” Gabrielle shoved him into the covered truck bed. There were plenty of blankets laid down.

Kara followed with the brunette. The other two were tucked away within minutes. The dark-skinned one struggling the most of all. Gabrielle shut them away, still enjoying their muffled moaning and crying out as she did.

“I get 75%,” Kara demanded. “Finder’s fee, and I did most of the work getting them ready.”

“Sure,” Gabrielle replied, uninterested in arguing. That was a pretty typical deal for them. Besides, she was getting a new bitch out of it. She was already thinking of how to break in the young man. The strap on was a given, but should she bring it out right away or build up to it? Decisions, decisions.

It took Gabrielle hours to drive the haul to Phoenix and drop the women off. Night fell when she got there and she put her jacket on. Two of them fought like wildcats, riled up by the car ride. Seeing the suits work to subdue then was a fun.

The payment was good. The operation was smooth. Gabrielle wasn’t totally sure about their new employment. A face flashed through her mind. Ms. Tanaka. The Japanese woman who had conscripted her and Kara into selling slaves to them. She felt nothing but distrust for the woman.

But hey, the money was good so far.

On the way back, another set of hours later, Gabrielle passed the spot of highway where Kara had pulled her new slave and his three friends over. Their smoking car was gone.