Although Barbara had been dying from starvation for the entire ten weeks Jeff kept her as his sex slave, their time together gave a welcome boost to a listless, boring life. Having someone waiting for him at the end of the day and a steady sex partner were wonderful even if she were there only because he kidnapped her. He would have liked her to have been in something more than a brain dead, vegetative state but it was not to be. After three weeks as his guest he even nicknamed her Barb and from that point on, he affectionately called her Barb, Barbie Doll, Barb Honey, or wife when addressing her.

From the beginning of Jeff and Morris’s dealings, Morris kept Jeff from becoming more than someone with whom he did business by always keeping Jeff at arm’s length. He treated Jeff cordially but he thought that any show of warmth or affection was a sign of weakness. Being incapable of feeling or at least expressing any level of warmth or affection for another person, it didn’t take a lot for Morris to keep his feelings for Jeff hidden. Indeed, Morris had been brusque with Jeff when asked about using nitrogen gas to knock someone out because he needed to attend to Tracee. But, he had taken the time to give Jeff the benefit of his expertise when he warned him of the risks handling such a deceptively deadly material. On multiple deliveries of packages to Morris, Jeff watched the ease with which Morris used the gas to knock out captives but had little exposure to the complete step of bringing someone back to consciousness after being knocked out as the result of nitrogen asphyxiation. He knew little about avoiding, detecting, or dealing with problems when they occurred. With Jeff’s own level of youthful overconfidence Jeff wrote Morris’s warning off as the raving of an old worrywart and being selfishly protective of his sex trafficking business.

Jeff was successful in initially knocking Barb out with nitrogen. But he was a total failure at bringing her back to consciousness. Not administering oxygen quickly enough after she lost consciousness left Barbara with permanent brain damage. He tried to feed her to keep her alive but her inability to feed herself and his inability to force feed her inevitably took their toll. Day after day he hoped that she would get better. The first sign of that possibility came the morning after he captured her. After taking a seat on the bed next to her with cheeseburgers and fries she started chewing and had almost bitten his finger when he forced her mouth open with his hands. She even opened her mouth on her own for a piece of cheeseburger but then chewed and chewed for what seemed like an eternity. When it appeared that she was choking Jeff removed the disgusting mass of chewed food and started developing a plan to dispose of her body if she died which she did after the capture 12 weeks earlier.

To dispose of her dead body he first cut the flesh off the bones, cut the meat into stew size pieces, and dumped the pieces in the ocean. As he had hoped, the sudden surge in fish activity showed they were devouring the flesh. Jeff doubted that any flesh remained except for that in the stomachs of the fish. The next step was to dispose of the bones. After the initial butchering, flesh remaining on the bones was removed by boiling the bones along with the hands, feet, and skull for more than a day in sea water which left the bones brittle. The soup was then dumped into the channel and he used a sledge to crush the brittle bones into tiny fragments, mixed the fragments with concrete to make solid concrete cylinders, and rolled the cylinders into the channel where they would eventually move to rest on the bottom over 200 feet below the surface. The disposal process had taken a lot of time and effort. And he had some ideas for improving if it were needed in the future. Overall, he felt that the number of times he got to cum in Barb made it worthwhile.

The grisly process of disposing of her body completed, after going from having someone to screw whenever he wanted for almost 10 weeks to none, a month after screwing Barb the last time he was getting horny and his memory of her as his personal sex slave faded and took its place among the other sweet, bitter, pleasant, and ugly memories from his past. For future captures he considered using a date rape drug for the initial knock out but rejected the idea because of his prior conviction involving drugs. His probation officer warned him that one possible consequence of any conviction during the probationary period could be a very long time in prison. It never even crossed Jeff’s mind that kidnapping persons for Morris’s human trafficking operation, that kidnapping someone by knocking them out with nitrogen so he could use them as his sex slave, or that possession of a date rape drug all had equal potential of a conviction and his return to prison. That type of sophomoric wisdom was really the cause of the mess with Barb in the first place.

Summer was coming soon and Jeff knew that the number of young, sexy females would soon swell from practically none to an over-abundance. And the abundance would afford him with an opportunity to capture another female to use as his sex slave. He continued to believe the best outcome would be a female that Morris would eventually ship to a client to use as a sex slave. Eventually moving a captive to Morris had been his original plan with Barbara but because of her brain damage that had not been possible. Unlike Morris, Jeff valued the life of a female beyond what use he could make of them in getting what he wanted. Morris’s years upon years of working with people who talked at length about things in which they had little expertise combined with lack of respect for someone who did possess the expertise they touted themselves as having left Morris with a resentful, bitter contempt of others that finally morphed to become an evil, cruel capability he kept hidden until more anger could no longer be accumulated and the entire accumulation broke free and exploded. Once his anger broke free he would strike blow after blow on whomever happened to be responsible if they were available until they were destroyed or escaped. And if they had somehow escaped before all accumulated anger had been released, he would unleash any remaining on the closest person.

To celebrate the approaching final two years of study for their bachelor’s degree and completion of a major step on the path to adulthood, independence, and freedom, Sherry and Edie planned to get away for a couple of weeks of partying in Raymond. A rented house overlooking the main shipping lanes hadn’t come cheap but being located far from neighbors and high above the water it was a great place for having a good time. Unless they started firing rounds at passing ships or something equally bizarre the authorities would leave them to themselves.

Jeff had always been impressed by the ways of Native American Indians but he was completely awestruck with the way Native American Indian women thought, looked, and moved. When he saw Sherry walking to the beach he put her high on the list of candidates to be his next sex slave. Her plain white one piece swimsuit made her jet black hair seemed even longer than to the middle of her back. Jeff judged her to be about 5 feet 3 inches tall. From the size of her breasts, slenderness of her legs, and the way the suit loosely hung on her Jeff estimated her weight as less than 110 pounds.

Even though it was early June before summer officially started the black asphalt and grey sidewalks were already hot enough that the air next the ground was continually being heated to the point it would rise and be replaced by higher cooler air above the ground making anything in the distance shimmer and shake as if it was melting like a candle on a birthday cake. After hanging out at the cab stand on the way back from the beach for several hours he saw Sherry’s white suit and long black hair sensuously, seductively dancing in the distance as she carefully placed her feet on the hot pavement. It looked like she had forgotten her flip flops and Jeff thought this might be the opening he needed. He planned to offer that she let his cab take her so that she didn’t have to continue walking on the hot sidewalk, would mention that his was a cab for hire, and offer to take her to get some flip flops if she wanted. To make the offer more enticing, he would say he wouldn’t charge for any standby time. After making his offer to Sherry, she replied that she did want to get some flip flops and a few other things and accepted his offer. Up close Jeff noticed her small pointed nose, high protruding cheek bones, beautifully bowed mouth, and dark brown eyes. Her clear reddish brown skin seemed to be glow with radiance. Jeff was glad that he had waited for her and excited to think that she might be his next sex slave.

On the ride to the shopping center, it was time for Jeff to decide if he would kidnap her before or after going to the store. Maybe if he were nice, she would want to go out with him willingly. Sherry told Jeff she was staying with a friend at a rental house overlooking the channel and Jeff thought the friend would miss her right away so he passed on taking her captive right then. After taking her to the rent house, he suggested that maybe she let him show her some of the attractions of the area. She replied, that it would be great but she couldn’t afford to pay him. He told her that he would do it just for fun. Before exiting the cab at the rent house Sherry said she might see him at the cab stand the next day and if he was still willing she might take him up on his offer.

The next morning Jeff was at the cab stand earlier than usual. About 830 he saw Sherry coming his way accompanied by a tall, well-built Nordic looking woman. Her appearance was very different than Sherry’s. Her hour glass figure filled out the green and blue two piece suit she was wearing well. She had two full round breasts, nicely shaped hips, and a slender waist. Jeff estimated her to be about 5 feet 9 inches. With a body like that and being that tall, Jeff estimated her weight as about 20 pounds more than Sherry’s. She had typically Nordic characteristics. Shoulder length blond hair, blue eyes, and a fair complexion. Sherry greeted him as she approached the cab stand, “This is my friend Edie. I told her about your offer of showing me around the area. I thought you might not mind that I mentioned it to her. She and I would like to take you up on your offer if it’s still there.”

“Hi Edie. I’m glad to meet you. I’ll be glad to show you and Sherry around.”

“Sherry mentioned your offer from yesterday. I love learning the secrets of an area like this and I’ll happily buy lunch and treats.”

“Well, cab’s gassed up and ready. One of you can sit in front if you want to.”

Edie replied, “Since Sherry was invited she should ride in the front seat and I’ll ride in the back. Of course, if she doesn’t want to I’ll be glad to sit in front.”

Sherry chimed in, “Why don’t I ride in front for a while and you can ride in front later.”

Edie said, “That’s a good compromise.