Operation: FuckSlave

I chained up the group with some FBI-provided shackles and collars. They were kept naked upon the request of Amber. She did not attempt to hide her identity, but insisted that I **** her, publicly, a few times so that people saw and the Triads could confirm this. The cover story was that I destroyed the FBI investigation by fucking its lead investigator and enslaving her. With any hope, I could convince the Triads that I was a degenerate perverted maniac (not that hard), and use that to retrieve some of my family back. As an added bonus, Amber could knock out the Triads once-and-for-all and their hold on power via EDP-provided government money.

It took several days to put this plan into action, each day more worrying as I had a sister and mother and a large amount of relatives being abused and that much closer to being sold overseas and never being seen again. If I got too close, I was told, they're throats might get slit. Having seen the aftermath of that to already, I did not want it to happen again.

My house was gone, but we set up shop a couple miles away, in Beverly Hills, in the home of a moist towlette mogul. I sent him away, and procured his wife, mistress, and daughter for my harem. His wealth provided cover for the FBI funds, and an explanation for my brief disappearance from society. I needed time to acquiesce to the wealthy lifestyle and fuck around with my harem, both new and old.

Amber remained off-limits, except for the time I broke her in, and the three times we fucked for the cameras in my old neighborhood, and this confounded me. Every woman I fucked, at school, in the orgy, even at the mansion, were excited and aroused at me merely touching them. I was under no illusion that I was a good lover, I was a high school brat, but they didn't seem to care. They were wet except when I surprised them, and even then, got aroused and excited soon enough. But Amber didn't listen to my orders. She wouldn't fuck on command. When I tried to **** her one evening as a surprise, she placed me in a chokehold and I passed out, with a note tied around my dick when I awoke, saying not to try that again if I wanted to keep it. It frankly made her the most attractive by far, to the point that I began having Gwen and Erin and Maisy roleplay as Amber.

But, eyes on the prize. The Triads had large swathes of buildings throughout Chinatown, the docks, and much of Los Angeles. They maintained mansions, even here in Beverly Hills, for their more productive members. Since delving into EDP crime and expanding their sex slavery operation, they far outmatched all other California-based crime syndicates. When I gave up trying to fuck Amber, I tried to help her step up the operation. She had been procuring information along the Dark Web on all the sales of slaves by the Triads. Nothing seemed to indicate any recent transactions out of the ordinary. Usual stuff, Chinese and Latina women. Some femmeboys. Lots of dissidents. But nothing related to my family in particular. I saw pictures of auctions, and while disgusted and aroused by some of what I saw, I didn't recognized the naked figures she showed me.

It was that night, the third night, while I was fucking Ji-Yoo, that Amber burst into the room. "John," she said, not caring that I was mid-copulation. "We're ready."

We sprung into action, quickly cumming unto Ji-Yoo's face, as all the girls chained themselves up together, and we took Maisy's dad's Benz to a rendezvous point.

One man was waiting there for us, as I stared at him from inside the Benz. I got out and asked him his name.

"My name is Cho. You are John?"

I nodded.

"I talked with some of your women on the internet. They say you want to make a deal?"

"Yes."

"Show me the merchandise."

I knocked on the car door, and the ten women got out. All bruised up, per orders, all fucked, all prospectively doomed.

"This is Amber, Ji-Yoo, Janice, Maisy, Marguerite, Gwen, Erin, Jana, Ashley, and Patricia."

The bald, short man walked up to each and every one and inspected their body, walking back and forth before settling on one. "This one. This one's rich. You fuck?" He reached finger into Ji-Yoo as she shivered.

"Yes. I've fucked all of them. You fucked mine?" I tried not to show any emotion as he manhandled her.

"It's our business, Mr. Doe. Keeps them in line." He smiled, a crooked smile even with straightened teeth. He walked next to Ji-Yoo. "This one. Government agent." He snarled. "We kill her now, you get three. Sisters and two others."

I stopped. That wasn't the deal, but that would get Cindy back. Maybe my mother if I insisted. "The deal was for all of them," I stated, repeating what Amber insist I say. "Ten for ten." They insisted they only had ten, and I was scared which two had been killed, but glad it wasn't Cindy.

Cho reached back into his car, and I tried to conceal hesitation as he reached in and grabbed a manilla folder. "Ji-Yoo Park. Millionaire heiress to a cell phone fortune. Maisy and Marguerite Conners, billionaire heiresses to a sanitizer fortune. Your harem is far more wealthy, on average, that the few we snagged from your house the other day. Why trade?"

"Family is more important than these fucktoys," I said, harshly, ignoring any attachment I may have made to them. These were simply cock pockets, at the moment, items to be bargained away for my real loved ones.

His eyes narrowed as my mind told me these things, as I convinced myself of a lack of attachment. "We do tiny trade then. Not ten-for-ten. One-for-one. Then, if that works out, we move on to more trades. Perhaps procurement?"

He was trying to recruit me. To get me to procure women, slaves, for their organization. I gulped.

"You tell me who you want, and I tell you who I want. Then we swap. And meet again in one week.

"Who do you want?"