Taken (IC)

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Perhaps the fastest growing criminal industry in the world, human trafficking is a lucrative and dangerous business and comes second only to the drug trade. The industry is reported to be worth billions of dollars, and affects men as well as women. Victims of trafficking are held against their will and often forced to perform services for their traffickers otherwise they risk their death or the death of someone they know.

The sex trade is perhaps the worst form of human trafficking, where hundreds of thousands of women from all over the world and often lured into an area with the promise of work and are then forced them to become prostitutes or sold as sex slaves at private auctions to some very rich clients.

While most girls are taken from some of the most abject, gut-wrenching, hopeless countries in the world, victims can be exploited from any region... from any country. From any town.

At any time

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A shopping mall
The United States​

Emily Abrams hopped out of the green mini van driven by her mother and grabbed her purse off the floor by her seat before she shut the door behind her. As she started walking off towards the shopping mall entrance she heard her mother call out to her, reminding her that she would be picking her up in a few hours. With a wave of her hand the feisty eighteen-year old turned and continued walking, catching up with a few of her friends that had been waiting for her by the revolving doors.

"Seriously, she still treats me like I'm twelve," Emily groaned, fishing her cell out of her purse and sending off a few rapid text messages.

"Well a few more months and we'll be off in college meeting the hottest guys and totally leaving this crappy town behind," one her friends, Amanda, chimed in.

"I can't wait to leave," Emily agreed with a knowing smile, pocketing her phone and readjusting the grey zip-up hoodie that she was wearing against her body. The busty teenager had the hoodie almost completely un-zippered to show off the low-cut shirt that she was wearing underneath. Not only did Emily have the biggest breasts, but she also stood out because of her natural olive-skin and her incredibly dark hair that fell down straight to her shoulders.

Around her legs Emily was wearing a pair of navy blue Soffe shorts, the form-fitting shorts hugging her teenage ass with the word 'Bitch' spelled out in bold pink letters on the back.

She was a beauty queen and she fucking knew it.

She flaunted it.

And it drove everyone nuts.

Emily had developed a sort of 'Fuck All' attitude, but she knew how to bat her eye lashes when she couldn't get her way. Although she knew the world was much, much larger, she still had a very narrow mindset and believed herself to be untouchable.

Her close circle of friends walked with her as they moved throughout the mall, laughing and giggling and periodically stopping in to check out some clothes while stealing glances at all the guys that walked past them.

"How about this one?"

Emily looked over and glanced at the shirt that her friend Casey was holding up. It was a gorgeous white hoodie with a modest amount of sparkling fake-gems littered on the front. With a smile, Emily snatched the article of clothing out of her friends hands and then held it up to her body.

"Perfect. I love it," she said with a playful smirk and then let go when Casey snatched it back.

 

[Ikely]

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Paris, France

Nicholas Wade was at work. He loved his job. The hours were good, and he was his own boss.

There was also the pay. He was very good at his vocation. Some said the best. So he was not cheap. If you wanted Nicholas Wade to do the job, then it was going to cost you.

Wade checked that the laptop was functioning and he could access the important mathematical formulas and calculator that may be necessary.

Next he made a quick inspection of the room from which he would work. He insured that any location that he may have touched was clean. He then double checked that the interior of the room was in the design he needed to complete his work.

Wade took a position at his tools. Every tool, every component was functioning properly.

Next, he took his cell phone and called the number for his client.

His call was answered on the first ring.

“I am ready. As soon as I receive confirmation, the assignment will be completed.” Wade hung up.

Then he accessed the internet on his phone. He entered the web address to his Swiss bank, and went to his account.
Shortly, the screen indicated that a transaction had occurred. Wade clicked on the link.

$1.3 million dollars had just been deposited into the account.

Time to go to work, he thought.

The through his scope, he could see that the preliminary speaker was addressing the crowd.
Wade used his electronic range finder and found that the range was just a little less than 1 kilometer away.

He had rented the entire floor of the building. That would limit those who may hear odd sounds.
He had paid to have the room sound proofed, under the guise that he was a music producer.
But Wade was using a very powerful rifle. The sound proofing would limit, but entirely eliminate the sound.

Wade sighted through the scope. The preliminary speaker was finishing. The crowd was cheering.

Then he saw his target.

In the months prior to this day he had studied and read all about his target.

The man was a Marxist pig, in Wade’s opinion. If there was one type of target he just loved to dispatch, it was the Communist and Marxists.

Then Wade thought about how he would spend the money that had just been deposited into his account.

He was very familiar with the “Agency” that sold the product he most desired to own. He had been offered a brilliant product. The product was not in stock currently, but he was assured they would have one by the time he got back to his home.

Through the scope, Wade saw his target approaching the podium. The crowd appeared to be giving him much applause. At this range, Wade could not hear the crowd.

The target began speaking.

Wade started his final computations. Wind speed was 8 knots, blowing left to right, but occasionally shifting to be blowing straight at him. Wade figured his bullet drop computations. Those were the most difficult because he also had to figure in for the Corleous effect, that is, he had to take in to account the rotation of the Earth.

When the math was done, he got into a proper firing position. He had proper cheek weld with the stock of the rifle. The bipod was set to the proper elevation. His trigger finger began to sensually glide along the smooth curve of the trigger. His finger, covered by the leather search gloves, moved up and down, slowly on the trigger. Wade thought of the product he would purchase soon, and his cock thickened slightly.

The target was well into his speech, with big arm movements.

Then the target paused to drink some water.

Wade closed his eyes. He thought briefly of a naked young woman in his bed.

He opened his eyes, acquired his targets center mass, and then slowly squeezed the trigger.

The trigger reached the point and released the firing pin, which shot forward striking the primer in the end of the bullet. The primer ignited, and then detonated the gun powder in the round. The gas from the explosion expanded at phenomenal speeds, and sent the projectile on its flight.
The round covered the distance in about 2 seconds and struck the target exactly center, it bored through the chest cavity, shredding heart and lungs then severing the spinal column.

Wade could see people running in all directions.

He broke down his equipment, policed the area 1 more time, then exited the building carrying what looked like a tool box.

He climbed into his BMW M-3 and drove away before the Paris police could establish a perimeter.

The Eiffel Tower was on his left as he drove through the city of love.

Wade loved Paris in the spring time. He then thought about where he should go for lunch.

 

[wintersfanatic]

While Casey her items up to the register, Emily and the rest of her friends picked out some clothes to try on and headed over to the fitting room that was at the other end of the store. One of the attendants, an elderly woman, handed each of them a number that pertained to their particle changing stall. Emily closed the door behind her and locked it, then dumped her pile of clothes on the bench and began undressing herself.

Emily tried on a variety of outfits, mixing shirts with skirts and pants and shorts and figuring out what she would she keep and which she would throw back on the rack.

She left the stall a few minutes later, handing her stall number back to the attendant and waiting for her friends at the exit before they met up with Casey.

"Find everything you liked?"

The girls turned around and saw three adult men standing behind them, and if they hadn't looked so unkempt Emily and her friends might have found them attractive.

Might.

They looked like they hadn't shaved or showered in a few days, and their clothes were dark and rather wrinkled. They were smiling politely, but there was something... off about them. They all spoke with thick accents, probably Eastern European or German, but their English was pretty damn good when they weren't mumbling to each other in their native languages.

Instead of answering, however, the girls gave them disdainful looks and continued walking.

When they had walked several feet away they turned their heads nonchalantly to the side and peered back, but the men had disappeared.

"Fucking weirdo's," Emily said.

“Did you see how old they were?” Melissa added, her body shaking as if suddenly assailed by a cold breeze. “Seriously. Bunch of perverts.”

“Whatever. Let’s get something to eat,” Clarice suggested.

 

[Ikely]

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Saint Jean Cap Ferrat, Cote d’Azur, France

Nicholas Wade arrived to his home on the French Riviera, just after Midnight.

He placed his keys on his dining room table, and then went to the master bedroom. His bed beckoned. He was very tired from a hard day at work.

He approached a wall that had a key pad entry. He entered the code, and the wall swung out a few feet.

It wasn’t actually a wall. It was an armoured steel door. Inside the room now open was Wade’s gun locker. He had a vast array of weaponry.

He placed his sniper rifle, still in its case, in the appropriate space then walked out. He re-secured the door, and then stripped down to his boxer briefs.

He checked his messages.

A potential client had called. He stated he may have a job in Vienna that he wanted to contract Wade to complete. Wade would call him back later.

Another message was from an informant inside the French Intelligence community. He said that Wade’s job in Paris had been a major success. The police were completely baffled and had no idea who had done it or why the target had been dispatched.

That was just the way Wade liked it.

Wade went to his bathroom and peeled his shorts off.

Wade turned on the shower to just below scalding and climbed in the water.
It was refreshing, and gave him burst of energy.

While in the shower, soaping up his body, his thoughts again wondered to the purchase he would soon make. The “Agency” was to notify him when they had the product. He would make the purchase then bring it back.

The thought of a naked, young, nubile woman spread eagle on his bed, her eager young pussy ready to be taken, was so arousing for Wade. His cock became fully erect. He thought about masturbating but chose, instead, to save it.

It would make his first time with the purchase even better…

 

[Ikely]

Radek knew these girls were the ones he wanted.

No, he needed them. When he got these girls back to the warehouse, he would be paid handsomely. He would receive a percentage of the sale price. These young women were gorgeous, so they would go for lot of money, and the more money they sold for, the more money Radek would get.

The other guys were just helpers. It was Radek who was the “collector”. He would pay each of them $500 for their assistance. Radek would get 4% of the final sell price. The feisty brunette, he heard of the girls call her Emily, she would bring at least a million dollars US. That would be about $40,000 to him. Then the other girls would definitely sell, so with one snatch, he would have a really good pay day.

When he approached and spoke to the brunette, she rolled her eyes and walked away. Radek smiled. The little stuck bitch had no idea.

Once outside of the store, Radek trailed along behind the girls. His partners were on the opposite side of the mall, trailing beside them.

Radek had been waiting for the right moment. It came when the girls were alongside the door that led to the hallways that ran behind the stores in the mall.

“Excuse me, miss.” Radek called out loud enough for his friends to hear.
The girls stopped and turned to look at Radek.
“I am sorry…I am not from this country. Can you help…please? I am looking for the record store. I know not where to find it here. There is so much store here.” Radek turned his Serbian accent on strong.

The girls turned to look at Radek, and never saw his friends came up behind them.
When Radek saw that his partners were close enough, Radek moved his jacket so they could see his gun.

“Ladies, walk into the hallway, or I will kill you right here.” Radek said softly, the recognition dawning on their pretty faces.

The feisty brunette said, “Fuck you, you perv!” and turned to walk away but ran into the largest of Radek’s helpers. He put his large hands on her shoulders and maneuvered her towards the door.

One of the girls began to cry.

They walked into the hallway, and the door closed behind them with a large clicking noise.

They walked toward the exit door, which led out to some dumpsters. Radek was in front, the girls clustered behind him and the assistants behind the girls.

Once at the door, Radek used his cell phone to call the driver, who had been parked near the mall. He gave the driver location landmarks and hung up
After a few short minutes, the driver, in a large van, pulled up to the dumpsters.

“If any of you create a scene, yell out or in any way bring attention to us, I will kill you.” Radek said plainly.

The girl who was crying began to weep and sob but she walked with them.

The brunette was defiant.
“Fuck you, I am not going!”
Radek open hand slapped her then snatched her by her hair and dragged her out.
As he did, 2 of the girls broke and ran for it. They still had 3 of them.

Then van sliding door opened and he threw her Emily in. He followed her in, and quickly began putting zip ties on her wrists. She reached down and squeezed his testicles. He grunted, and wanted to punch her but did not. If there were bruises on the product, then he would lose money.

The other 2 girls meekly followed and got in the van. The van then sped away. The other girls did not resist when they were bound.

Once they were bound, the brunette known as Emily began cussing them out. Apparently her father was a big time attorney who would sue them.

A ball gag was placed in each of their mouths. Then iPods with speaker buds, blaring death metal music, were placed in their ears. They were each hooded then placed in the back of the van.

The ride to the warehouse took 10 minutes.

Once there, the girls were unloaded.

Their hoods were removed then the iPods.
There wrists were freed.

The girls were lined up side by side.
“Take off your clothes.” Radek said in a calm voice. Emily spit at his feet.

“STRIP NOW!!” Radek roared.
The other girls, both crying now, slowly began to undress.

Emily was defiant, and did not make a move.

Radek moved behind her, and whispered in her ear, “Your clothes are coming off…how that happens and the amount of pain you feel, is entirely up to you.” Radek switched to her other ear and yelled, “NOW STRIP!”

 

[wintersfanatic]

Emily's black hair dangled in front of her face when the hood was removed from her head, but as she straightened up they fell back into place. She looked extremely pissed off, but given the circumstances she also felt very, very afraid. She was forced to stand next to her friends Clarice and Marissa, the only two girls that didn't get the chance to make a break for it back at the mall.

Their captor quickly demanded that they remove their clothes, and while Emily chose to spit at his feet Clarice and Marissa began slowly undressing themselves. They looked at Emily with fear in their eyes, and they stopped when they saw that she was reluctant to the end.

She shook a little, and her heart was racing inside her chest, but she would not take off her clothes.

It... it had to be some kind of sick test.

But the pain she felt when he grabbed her by the hair earlier still lingered, and she began to have doubts.

All those stories she used to read about... this was exactly like then.

Her captor, Radek, moved behind and threatened her with even more pain of she didn't comply. He screamed into her other ear, making her tense up and even shake a little more, but she refused to take off her clothes.

"Go to Hell," she mumbled weakly but loud enough for him to hear.

 

[Ikely]

Radek drew his fist back. Money be damned, he was going to beat this insolent girl to within an inch of her life.

Snatching her head back by the hair, Radek was about to release the punch when a loud voice boomed through the empty warehouse, echoing off of the walls.

"RADEK, STOP!"

Dragomir Bosnjakovic was the leader of the "Agency". He had made hundreds of millions of dollars in the human trafficking trade. But he would not make money if the product was damaged by a half stupid thug like Radek.

Dressed in a gray designer suit, Bosnjakovic strolled up to the group. He was trailed by an evil looking woman in a black skirt, white blouse and black suit coat. Her black pantyhose had a thick seam down the back of her shapely legs. Her black hair was in a tight bun on the back of her head. She carried 3 file folders.

"What is happening, Radek?"
"This one is insolent and very defiant." Radek mumbled.
"Radek, you know we do not hit the merchandice. That costs me money."

Before Radek knew what had happened, Bosnajakovic had slapped Radek twice on the face.
"Never touch the merchandise like that again." the boss said.

He turned to look at Emily. The young woman held a sneer on her face.

"I need you to undress...completely, please." Bosnajakovic said softly
"Go to hell.." Emily said just as softly

Bosnajakovic turned and looked at the evil looking woman.
The woman spun and looked at the big man at the door and nodded.

Directly, the big man came with a box. A metal probe was attached to the box by a coiled cord. The probe had a grip and a trigger.

He set the box on the ground and toggled a switch. The box then began immiting a soft hum.
The man returned to his position near the door.

Bosnajakovic then stared intently at Emily.

"This is your last chance."

Emily merely looked away.

Bosnajakovic then moved and looked at Clarisse, who along with Marissa was naked. She had soft skin, he could see. He then felt her naked breasts. The budding tits were delightful. She she would fetch a good price. Next he went to Marissa. The young woman was weeping softly.

Bosnajakovic then turned and looked at the evil looking woman, and nodded. He stepped away.

The evil looking woman removed her suit coat, and another man ran up and took it. Next she rolled up the sleeves of her blouse and put on some latex gloves. Last, she inserted foam ear plugs. Bosnajakovic put some in his ears, as did all the thugs in the warehouse.

She grabbed Marissa roughly, who cried out and started crying again. She forced Marissa to her knees then down on to her back. The evil looking woman forced Marissa's legs apart, occasionally rubbing her pussy lips.

She picked up the probe and held the metal tip to Marissa's thigh, close to the lips of her pussy, and squeezed the trigger.

Marissa's scream was piercing, and it caused Bosnajakovic to flintch. The evil woman let up off of the trigger. There was silence except for Marrissa's crying. Then she pulled the trigger again. Marissa's body convulsed and she screamed again. As the second application was being adminstered, Bosnajakovic moved behind Emily.

The evil woman, who had to wrestle with Marissa to hold her in place, stopped the application again and silence fell on the warehouse.

From behind Emily, Bosnajakovic said, "You can make her pain stop. Just strip...take off your clothes. Make her pain stop. Please, for your friends sake, make it stop. Take off your clothes."