Hope is Never Lost

Hope is Never Lost

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Details

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.

Chapter5 (v.1) - Storm on the Horizon

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 27, 2017

Reads: 359

Comments: 1

A A A | A A A

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 27, 2017

A A A

A A A

Chapter 5- Storm on the Horizon

 

Aslam looked closely in the mirror to make sure everything was perfect. He was taught that your appearance said who you were.

His mother, being Asian, and his father of Scottish heritage, had provided him with both an attractive and intelligent countenance. It had proved to be a God given advantage for him during his fifty three years.

The only setback as far as his appearance was concerned was the eyepatch covering his right eye, which he lost decades ago in a gang fight in a dark alley in Shanghai. He was not only a product of a streetwise education but a formal one as well. 

It was his desicion those years ago to make these bimonthly affairs black tie formal ones. He had learned that so much in the business world was a matter of perception. When you make an appearance that was a cut above your competitors, you would be treated as such.

He looked at his Cardigan watch. Things wlould be starting in about fifteen minutes.

Aslam made his way through his beach side mansion to the back, where all would take place. He conducted his normal last minute inspection. 

His estate, on the company's private island , part of the Austral Islands in French Polynesea, consisted of the main mansion with several guest cottages. It had a large mermaid shaped pool as well as several Jacuzzi style hot tubs, picnic tables, and three bars, one being a swim up type.

There was also a special one that consisted of pirahnna.

As he strode back into the mansion to start greeting his guests, he felt the pit of his stomach turn cold. Aslam knew his commodity tonight was probably not going to be quite up to par compared to what he usually presented. However, he planned on rectifiying the cause of this dilemna right during this evenings event.

After making sure the servants were in the entry way with drinks, Aslam positioned himself to greet his guests. A couple of minutes later, they started to arrive.

A small while later, after all had arrived and things had settled down, music from the Steinway grand piano filled the air. Aslam had made sure the piano was put in a spot near an open window adjacent to the back for these sort of occasions. The Shadow of Your Smile echoed through the grounds.

Tonya, a redhead caucasion, who was about six foot two inches tall and very attractive, stood next to Aslam as he conversed with Lord Bernard Hatthaway, his most loyal client. 

Tonya had recently been promoted as cheif executer of operations. Almost one hundred per cent of her responsibilities pertained to human trafficking.

Tonya excused herself and walked into the mansion. A few moments later, the pianist struck up a melody from The Nutcracker Suite as a parade of naked women came out. 

Tonya directed them to stand where they always did. The pianist softened his melody as the bidding began. There were only eight women this time.

About forty five minutes later it was over. Tonya directed the overseers to take them back inside and prep them for their trips. She then walked back, grabbing another wine filled glass as she did, to mingle with Lord Hatthaway and Aslam. She took a large gulp as she had an idea this was not going to be pleasant. However, she had to defend herself.

A tall blonde beauty had joined Lord Hatthaway by now. Strictly arm candy.  He had acquired three of the women tonight who had been the most attractive of the group.

He gave Tonya a slight smile and turned towards Aslam.

"Well I must say," he began in his clipped heavy British accent, "that I am a might dissaponted this time, my friend. I did not find this crop to be up to your normal standards. Is there some sort of dilemna?"

"I am truly sorry, Lord Hatthaway," Aslam replied, "I do promise you much better quality next time. My overseer here, Tonya, is somewhat inexperienced. But things will get better."

"i certainly hope so, for your sake alone. You have rising competition in New Delhi. I have been to their plantation. They brought in a crop that was quite superior to this one and I am quite sure you would not want my business to be directed towards them."

"Absolutely not, Lord Hatthaway," Aslam replied, a touch of concern in his voice, "I will fix this situation tonight."

With that, he slapped the wine glass out of Tonya's hand, and then backhanded her to the ground.

"I'm so sorry, my lord!" she said to Aslam, with a slight sob.

"What a pity," the British lord remarked, sipping his drink. His arm candy just smirked as she glanced down at Tonya.

"DO YOU SEE WHAT YOUR POOR PERFORMANCE HAS DONE?!!" Aslam shouted. A second later he looked towards the mansion and snapped his fingers. Three henchmen came up to him.

"Throw this slut to the fish!" he commanded.

The three men picked up the screaming struggling Tonya and took her to the small pool in it's fenced off corner.

They tossed her in and walked away. Her screams stopped after about twenty seconds.

"That is what I like about you, Aslam," Hatthaway said, "you have always been an excellent problem solver."

 

End of Chapter 5.

 


© Copyright 2017 Dark Paladin. All rights reserved.

Chapters

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

Other Content by Dark Paladin

More Great Reading

Popular Tags