Welcome to Lawson Logistics #1: A Slow Day

It was a slow week at the facility, and this boat only had two girls on it. Still, there were four of us: Kendra, Justin, Mark, and myself. Once the boat’s crew offloaded the girls and they were kneeling in front of us, Kendra and I pulled out our knives and approached them. One was a redhead, no older than 18, and the other a blonde who looked to be in her early twenties. Both had their arms tied behind their back, and ropes tied at their ankles to help prevent running. I approached the frightened redhead and started to cut her clothes off. She was clearly hyperventilating, and the gag in her mouth wasn’t helping her catch her breath. After removing her clothes, I slid the tip of my knife down her cheek and whispered in her ear, “Relax, this isn’t even close to the worst of it. I’d save your strength.” She looked at me with tears streaming out of her bright blue eyes, and she started whimpering, as if begging me to let her go.

I glanced over and saw that Kendra was still having fun stripping the blonde. While one might have assumed that a woman would be more understanding of the girls’ plight, every woman I encountered who worked in the facility had a shared sense of hyper sadism, and seemed to relish in the fact that their station, despite being female, was higher than any of the girls who came through the facility,

Kendra stripped the blonde down to just her panties, and decided to have some fun with her. She knelt down until she was at eye level with the blonde. She ran her knife down the blonde’s stomach before saying, “Hey pretty thing. I’d love to sit on your face while my friends here have their way with you. What do you say?” Kendra slid the knife just below the girl’s panty line and gave the fabric a playful tug with the blade. She cupped the blonde’s cheek and slid the gag from her mouth. “FUCK YOU, BITCH!” was her response.

Kendra just smiled. “Quite the mouth on this one,” she said, looking at us as she put the gag back in the blonde’s mouth. “It’s a shame she refused to put it to good use. This would’ve had a better outcome.” Kendra turned and looked the terrified redhead in the eyes while she stood up, put her foot on the blonde’s chest, and kicked her into the water, still bound. The redhead immediately stopped her whimpering. Kendra’s message was loud and clear. She didn’t know that the blonde’s unconscious (but alive) body would be fished out, and used for everyone’s amusement later. No girl went to waste, even examples.

I watched the blonde thrash in the water for a couple seconds; my dick getting hard just thinking about the things we’d be doing to her later. I especially enjoyed the moments when a girl would come to while she had multiple guys balls-deep in her. Every girl would clench while trying to fight the penetrations, making their holes so tight, many men were driven to cum on the spot. I couldn’t wait.

Until that time, I turned my attention back to the redhead. Her freckled face was so beautiful, despite fear being so prominent on it. I knelt back down to her and started untying her gag. “You’re not going to give us any trouble, are you, love?” I asked her, letting the cloth fall from her mouth. She shook her head emphatically. “Good. I’d hate to see a beautiful work of art such as yourself go to waste,” I said. “Now, what’s your name?” She looked at me, confusion crossing her face just as much as her terror. When I didn’t get an answer, I adopted a more aggressive tone. “I asked, what is your name?!” The increased volume seemed to get through her, and she stuttered her answer. “I… Is… Isabelle. My name is Isabelle.” We all started laughing. “Isabelle, huh? That’s a pretty name. I hope you enjoyed it, because that’s the last time you’ll ever hear it. You see, as of right now, you will answer to one thing, and one thing only; ‘bitch’. Do you understand, bitch?” She slowly nodded her head.