Hope is Never Lost

Hope is Never Lost

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

The love of a man's life is kidnapped and sold into slavery. Searching for her the conventional ways leads to nothing.

The man, an ex private detective who recently inherited a brothel in Nevada, must now resort to unconventional methods. He locates the best psychic he can find, a beautiful woman.

Their pursuit takes them halfway around the world. However, a problem arises. The two become hopelessly attracted to one another. And the psychic enjoys being spanked, among other things.

Summary

The love of a man's life is kidnapped and sold into slavery. Searching for her the conventional ways leads to nothing.

The man, an ex private detective who recently inherited a brothel in Nevada, must now resort to unconventional methods. He locates the best psychic he can find, a beautiful woman.

Their pursuit takes them halfway around the world. However, a problem arises. The two become hopelessly attracted to one another. And the psychic enjoys being spanked, among other things.

Chapter21 (v.1) - Jules

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Submitted: July 06, 2017

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Chapter 21- Jules

The days stretched into nights and the nights into days. I had no idea how long I had been at sea and if I would ever lead a normal life again. I didn't know if I was going to wind up as some kind of slave in a warped and demented situation or that I was destined to stay in the Galley of Hades working for Curly Fucking Joe the fourth for the rest of my life.

I kept my mouth shut and spent hours slaving over the dishes and pots and pans while deep in thought as to exactly how I was going to ever get out of this mess; or if I was ever going to see Lola again.

I have heard it said love is the most powerful force in the universe. It will make people do crazy things. I suppose i was a prime example.

We were allowed to get about a half hour of fresh air on the decks after supper and when the pots and dishes were done. All of it supervised, of course, by the goon platoon and their rifles and shotguns.  At least I was able to get a view of the setting sun at times.

I had no idea how old this crate that we were on was, but I knew it was diesel powered and, after I had been there a week, had not broken down yet.

I shared a cell with an African American whose name was Julius but he preferred to be called Jules. He was part of the maintenance/sanitation crew, which was run much the same way as the kitchen's . Brutally.

Jules was in his mid thirties and seemed to be pretty fit. He didn't say much. I made freinds with him the best I could. I smuggled a Coke can for him one night and got him to open up a little.

He was a wanted man in the US for murder. Saw his drunk old man wale on his mother all the time while he was growing up in the slums of Los Angeles. 

He had enough one night and plunged a butcher knife in his father's back while he was giving his mother a particularly bad beating just because she undercooked some burgers at the time.

The last thing he saw was the shocked look his mother, brothers, and sisters gave him before he got out the window and climbed down the fire escape. After living on the street out of dumpsters for a while he saw a well dressed man  leaving one of the the slum buildings one night that strongly resembled him. He assumed this man was some slum lord because of the threats he made to a couple of people sitting on the steps at the apartment's (if you want to call it that, he interjected) entrance.

Jules had seen the man pull up earlier in his Buick Park Avenue and upon exiting,  left the door unlocked.

It was dark so Jules lay in the backseat for him. As the man pulled away Jules stuck the barrel of a broken toy pistol he found in the alley to the back of his neck and told him to keep driving until they got way out of town. He had him pull over on a side road in the country close to a large pond that he knew of.

Keeping the barrel stuck on the back of his captive's neck, he picked up the wire pants hanger he had noticed in the back seat.

After removing the carboard  tube from the hanger, he did a Godfather special on the man. He had always heard garroting was effective and quiet. Once the larnyx was crushed, they had no way to breath.

Jules drove the car a little further into the woods next to the pond and put his victim's clothes on and took his wallet. After that he took the body and put it in shallow water, face up. After standing on his chest and making sure all the air was out of his lungs and replaced by water, he pulled him out as deep as he could go and let him sink.Then he was on his way to the border. 

It turned out, as a true stroke of luck, the now defunct individual had no family living with him. He had been divorced for years and had one son, who had died in a gangfight.

Jules took one of his victim's business cards out of his wallet and called the office on his cell.He tried his best to sound like the man and said he had to leave immediatley on a family emergency for a few days. That would at least buy him a little time. He didn't know how to handle the family though.

Jukes went through the cell contacts and did not see a number for home, or hardly anyone else.

Jules took all the cash he could out of the man's bank account and just lived on the cash for as long as he could.He took the license plate off and left the car abandoned in a hood which looked like it wouldn't stay in one piece very long.

A few nights later, Jules was staying late in a bar. Only a couple of others were in there. 

He was knocked unconsciuos from behind. The next thing he knew was that he had woken up in a cell on board this vessel. 

I asked how long he had been here. He said he didn't know.

 

One morning Curly's right hand man ordered me to take a cart down to the second level. He said there were cells down there with closed doors and for me to slide the plates through the small hinged doors on the bottom.

I made my way down there and looked on both sides of the hall. I counted eight doors on each side.

As I slid the trays through, there were a few times I was asked how much longer the voyage would be and where are we going. They were women's voices. Some were crying and some pleading for help.

I whispered that I didn't know and could do nothing,of course while trying to be as conforting as I could.

I knew then this was another human trafficking ship. 

As I worked my way back up with the cart, I wondered if we would be going to the same place Lola was taken to.

Once upon deck I was on my way back to the galley when I heard an alarm.  I then saw someone on the deck above me shout and point.

Turning my head, I saw several speed boats coming at us fast.  "Pirates !" I thought.

I didn't have time to look long as the largest of them opened fire on us.The other boats then started surrounding the ship.

The expolsions and  damage this weaqpon was unleashing was incredible!  I hit the deck as the hull and windows of the galley were torn to shreds!

Still lying on my stomach, I looked up.

The craft had what was called a twin forty on it!  "Where in the hell did they get that thing?!!" I thought to myself.

A twin forty was used in the US Navy during World War Two as the main antiaircraft weapon. It rapid fired forty millimeter expolsive rounds from two barrels. It was a deadly and powerful weapon and I knew it wouldn't be long before our ship was probably blown to bits.

 

End of Chapter 21


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