Cindy

"Karen Doe," I said, without hesitation. Cho listened to a headset and shook his head.

"Good choice, but first choice is off the table. What is your second?"

"Cindy," I said, my next nearest relative.

He smiled. "Cindy good fuck. Will not disappoint." I wanted to punch him. "Now our turn."

He walked the line again, making each recoil in disgust or stare at him in anger. He massages Amber's breast and pinches it, and she hides a look of wanting to completely destroy him. "This one," he said, as I edged in front of Ji-Yoo and Janice, and saw him grab Amber's thigh, his fingers brushing her vagina.

"Good choice," I reply, with a bright smile. "But first choice is off the table. What is your second?"

He smiled. "Let me fuck her while I think. A courtesy."

Amber doesn't seem to appreciate it as Cho fucks her ass, but I sit with the other chained up girls and try to smoke a cigarette. Not my thing, but it's supposed to relieve stress. I've had my own form of stress relief, but now was not the time. I was pushing that time, though.

Cho came and smiled. "That was fun. I really wanted to keep her. All in due time, though. That one."

He pointed to Janice who stopped in her tracks, and I stop as well. It doesn't make sense, as she was one of the more plainer and certainly less-ideal body type of my group. Why pick Janice? "Why?" I asked.

"Because of the way you look at her." He laughed. Another SUV drove up, and Cindy was tossed out with a bag over her head. Bruised and **** I wanted to rush to her side... but I waited.

"Deal," I said, giving up Janice DiAngelo in favor of Cindy Doe.

I really had no connection to Janice. She was cute, in her own way, and was very helpful giving me that first blowjob and forming this harem for some reason. Ji-Yoo or the Conners's made more sense, given their vast fortunes and ransomability. I think Janice's parents were teachers or something. But she and I made love a few times while we were preparing for this confrontation, and I found I had more compatibility with her, personality-wise, than any of the other women in my retinue. I had tried to rekindle my friendships with Erin and Gwen, but the power differential was so out-of-whack, and Erin, at least, seemed to be concerned about me **** her girlfriend.

Janice loved the whole experience, my power, my ability, my needs. I couldn't explain it.

But she wasn't my sister. Cho saw something that wasn't there, and I easily traded her away.

"Janice is ours now. We meet back in one week. Bring one ****. Any ****. Even Cindy if you tire of fucking her. And we will consider a fair replacement from the other nine. But not Janice. She'll be gone. We sell her to pig farm in Macau." Cho laughed loudly at his joke, and an unseen figure opened the Benz from inside.

I catch a glimpse of a demure Chinese woman, naked and chained, inside the SUV as it closes its doors and speeds away.

I get in the car, gritting my teeth, and I pass out. I'm awakened in a dark room hours later by Erin, sucking my dick as I relax and cum down her throat. She gets up and spoons with me. "Where am I?" I asked.

She shrugs. "Mobile FBI Unit, I think. You nearly died. You need to fuck every three hours, John. No exceptions. Amber is very upset."

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't fuck in front of that monster." Erin rolled her eyes and sat up. "Wh-what about Janice?"

"What? You traded her for Cindy. Amber says she'd be useless to the Triads. Probably killed her for a snuff video or sold her as food by now. She's really upset that they changed the parameters of the trade, and that you didn't allow her to be traded for Cindy and two others."

I looked concerned. "But..."

The lights blared in, and I saw I was in a large containment unit. "Okay, up!" shouted Amber, walking funny from her first round of anal sex, but fully dressed. "You motherfucker!"

She picked me up and pushed me to the wall. "One-for-one?! That's not what we agreed on. Janice DiAngelo isn't going to take down the fucking Triads. I. Was. Going. To. Fucking. Take. Down. The. Triads. Fucker. She looked down at my dick and grinned, as she kneed me in the junk, and I keeled over. "Hurts, don't it?"

Erin was shooed away and I grimaced in pain. "Where's Cindy?" I managed to mutter

"She's being photographed. She was **** and sold into slavery. We need to build a case." Amber threw down the explicit photographs showing my sister's body and every bruise they inflicted, inside and out.

"But Janice's **** on your order isn't the worst news I've had all day." She gritted her teeth as she pulled out another file. "You just got married. Congratulations, Mr. Hazel Rhone." A picture of my cousin Hazel, who would've been kidnapped with the other sex slaves, was tossed down on the floor next to my sister's photos.

"I don't underst--"

"It's the Triads. Or maybe your father with the Triads. They got you to sign a marriage certificate and therefore access to government funds on your behalf. Probably at least six billion wired to a Cayman Islands slush fund someone had prepared in your and your new wife's name."

"O-kay," I still didn't see the issue.

"The FBI lost its budget in this case. We're pulling out. I'm gone. You're on your own."