06-04-2023, 09:12 PM
Sammy leads the dog into the room.
As soon as Nikolai sees him, he narrows his eyes. The man is nothing if not paranoid. Probably why he has survived for so long in this business. “Where’s Hari?” Nikolai says.
“He went to the sulabh shauchalaya.” He pats his stomach. “Something he ate probably.”
Nikolai continues to view Sammy with suspicion, but then he nods.
The dog bounds over to him, and he pets it, scratching between its ears, patting his head, good dog, good dog.
“Chal," he says to Sammy, "you go on downstairs. I will be a while.”
Sammy doesn’t move right away.
Nikolai turns away from him and addresses the three men he knows as Prakash and Nawaz, and the third one he doesn’t know, but the third guy has a large camera in his hands and he isn’t wearing pants. His dick hangs limp and low.
Prakash and Nawaz manhandle the woman on the floor. She doesn’t seem to be in any distress but isn’t helping them either.
There is a funny sound coming from her and he realizes after a second that she’s giggling.
They position the woman on her hands and knees, her side to Nikolai, presumably so he can get the best view of what is to happen.
The woman is magnificent. She has perfect symmetry, and her tits and ass, and belly are in perfect proportion.
On all fours, her tits hang down and look larger than they really are, and Sammy can see how a heterosexual man would go for that kind of thing. Even drool over the sight. Her coloring is also creamy and perfect.
Sammy can see what the fuss is all about.
There are welts on her ass and tits and belly, reaching almost to her pussy which is red and gaping.
Her asshole too.
She has been abused.
A lot.
The sight does nothing for him sexually, but there is something wrong. He can tell.
The woman is clearly drugged, and there’s something going on here that’s not quite right.
He remembers what Alexei told him, and also what Arvind and later Nikolai told him.
They had told him about a high-class woman they were going to traffic.
Sell her somewhere.
He hadn’t given it a lot of thought, but now it all comes back to him.
There are so many things he is supposed to do.
Help Arvind take her away from here.
Help Nikolai neutralize Arvind.
Help Aleksi to make sure the girl gets into the container.
And then he has his own agenda.
And it is all starting to become a bit too much.
“Nawaz,” Nikolai says, “go get some food and booze for us. I’d rather we went to my place, but now that we're settled here, lets have some fun.”
He recites a list of things for Nawaz to get and hands him some money.
Nawaz scurries off.
The woman is on all fours, unsteady and already slumping to one side like her arms aren’t strong enough to support her body.
The dog looks around and settles on the woman whom he regards with curiosity.
Sammy watches Nawaz leave the room.
Sammy isn’t sure what he will do in the future, whether he will become a hardcore gangster or a law-abiding citizen, but he decides in the moment, that there is one thing he will not do.
He will not allow Nikolai to traffic this woman.
He glances about the room. There is another naked woman on the far side of the room.
She is beautiful too, but in a different, hard and cheap way.
Her expression is glazed, disinterested.
She has a cock in her hand, the guy with the camera next to her has his eyes closed, presumably in ecstasy from the handjob.
The second bodyguard stands on the other side, their bodies not touching.
He is trying to look neutral, but there is no mistaking the lust in his eyes, and his expression.
Sammy thinks the bodyguard is hoping to get second dibs on at least one of the women.
Too bad, he thinks, too fucking bad.
“What?” Nikolai says, “What’re you waiting for?” He sounds impatient, annoyed.
He sounds like a person who is accustomed to being obeyed immediately, at all times.
“I need some help downstairs,” Sammy says. He nods at the second bodyguard. “Can he come with me?”
The bodyguard looks at Nikolai, and Nikolai at him. “Rasik?” Nikolai says.
“Rasik,” Sammy says, and wonders at the strange name and appropriateness of it.
“Why? What do you want?” Rasik says, clearly unhappy with having to leave the room.
The dog starts sniffing everyone’s crotch and eventually settles on the woman on the floor.
She is positioned as a bitch might be, and the dog seems interested.
He circles her a couple of times and settles behind her.
He looks expectantly at his master, Nikolai, waiting for the command.
Sammy ignores the sight in front of him.
It is an effort, but he does it.
He can very well imagine the perversions that have taken place, that will take place now.
But hopefully not to this woman in the future.
“I need help to move… some stuff.”
Nikolai’s face clears. He understands. “Go with him,” he says to Rasik.
The latter looks disappointed but obeys.
There’s not a lot else he can do.
Presumably, he is getting paid a lot to put up with this kind of shit.
Sammy steps aside and allows Rasik to precede him down the rickety stairs.
When they reach the ground, Rasik looks around with an irritated air and says, “Where. What?”
They’re still a little distance from the car, and Rasik cannot see anything.
In any case one would have to be right at the window to see inside, they’re so heavily tinted. Illegal, but really, who cares?
“Keep your voice down,” Sammy says in a loud whisper. “We have to take care of the body.”
Immediately chastened, Rasik matches the whisper. “Where is it?”
Sammy reaches the back door and opens it slowly. “In here,” he says and Rasik leans forward.
Sammy pushes the man headfirst into the vehicle with his left hand and pulls the gun out with his right.
He presses the barrel to the back of the man’s head.
Rasik is smaller than Hari, and therefore way smaller than Sammy. He goes limp.
Sammy senses some kind of move, some kind of martial arts shit, a way to lower his defenses and retaliate.
He doesn’t wait for it.
He fires twice.
No exit wounds from the 22.
The small bullets are presumably rattling around in the man’s brain.
He bundles the man into the back seat and shuts the door.
He looks around, sees some movement at the tea shop.
The same one where he forgot to pay. Is the guy still there?
The streetlights come on but do precious little to dispel the gloom.
In the distance, he sees a large figure walking purposefully toward the house.
As soon as Nikolai sees him, he narrows his eyes. The man is nothing if not paranoid. Probably why he has survived for so long in this business. “Where’s Hari?” Nikolai says.
“He went to the sulabh shauchalaya.” He pats his stomach. “Something he ate probably.”
Nikolai continues to view Sammy with suspicion, but then he nods.
The dog bounds over to him, and he pets it, scratching between its ears, patting his head, good dog, good dog.
“Chal," he says to Sammy, "you go on downstairs. I will be a while.”
Sammy doesn’t move right away.
Nikolai turns away from him and addresses the three men he knows as Prakash and Nawaz, and the third one he doesn’t know, but the third guy has a large camera in his hands and he isn’t wearing pants. His dick hangs limp and low.
Prakash and Nawaz manhandle the woman on the floor. She doesn’t seem to be in any distress but isn’t helping them either.
There is a funny sound coming from her and he realizes after a second that she’s giggling.
They position the woman on her hands and knees, her side to Nikolai, presumably so he can get the best view of what is to happen.
The woman is magnificent. She has perfect symmetry, and her tits and ass, and belly are in perfect proportion.
On all fours, her tits hang down and look larger than they really are, and Sammy can see how a heterosexual man would go for that kind of thing. Even drool over the sight. Her coloring is also creamy and perfect.
Sammy can see what the fuss is all about.
There are welts on her ass and tits and belly, reaching almost to her pussy which is red and gaping.
Her asshole too.
She has been abused.
A lot.
The sight does nothing for him sexually, but there is something wrong. He can tell.
The woman is clearly drugged, and there’s something going on here that’s not quite right.
He remembers what Alexei told him, and also what Arvind and later Nikolai told him.
They had told him about a high-class woman they were going to traffic.
Sell her somewhere.
He hadn’t given it a lot of thought, but now it all comes back to him.
There are so many things he is supposed to do.
Help Arvind take her away from here.
Help Nikolai neutralize Arvind.
Help Aleksi to make sure the girl gets into the container.
And then he has his own agenda.
And it is all starting to become a bit too much.
“Nawaz,” Nikolai says, “go get some food and booze for us. I’d rather we went to my place, but now that we're settled here, lets have some fun.”
He recites a list of things for Nawaz to get and hands him some money.
Nawaz scurries off.
The woman is on all fours, unsteady and already slumping to one side like her arms aren’t strong enough to support her body.
The dog looks around and settles on the woman whom he regards with curiosity.
Sammy watches Nawaz leave the room.
Sammy isn’t sure what he will do in the future, whether he will become a hardcore gangster or a law-abiding citizen, but he decides in the moment, that there is one thing he will not do.
He will not allow Nikolai to traffic this woman.
He glances about the room. There is another naked woman on the far side of the room.
She is beautiful too, but in a different, hard and cheap way.
Her expression is glazed, disinterested.
She has a cock in her hand, the guy with the camera next to her has his eyes closed, presumably in ecstasy from the handjob.
The second bodyguard stands on the other side, their bodies not touching.
He is trying to look neutral, but there is no mistaking the lust in his eyes, and his expression.
Sammy thinks the bodyguard is hoping to get second dibs on at least one of the women.
Too bad, he thinks, too fucking bad.
“What?” Nikolai says, “What’re you waiting for?” He sounds impatient, annoyed.
He sounds like a person who is accustomed to being obeyed immediately, at all times.
“I need some help downstairs,” Sammy says. He nods at the second bodyguard. “Can he come with me?”
The bodyguard looks at Nikolai, and Nikolai at him. “Rasik?” Nikolai says.
“Rasik,” Sammy says, and wonders at the strange name and appropriateness of it.
“Why? What do you want?” Rasik says, clearly unhappy with having to leave the room.
The dog starts sniffing everyone’s crotch and eventually settles on the woman on the floor.
She is positioned as a bitch might be, and the dog seems interested.
He circles her a couple of times and settles behind her.
He looks expectantly at his master, Nikolai, waiting for the command.
Sammy ignores the sight in front of him.
It is an effort, but he does it.
He can very well imagine the perversions that have taken place, that will take place now.
But hopefully not to this woman in the future.
“I need help to move… some stuff.”
Nikolai’s face clears. He understands. “Go with him,” he says to Rasik.
The latter looks disappointed but obeys.
There’s not a lot else he can do.
Presumably, he is getting paid a lot to put up with this kind of shit.
Sammy steps aside and allows Rasik to precede him down the rickety stairs.
When they reach the ground, Rasik looks around with an irritated air and says, “Where. What?”
They’re still a little distance from the car, and Rasik cannot see anything.
In any case one would have to be right at the window to see inside, they’re so heavily tinted. Illegal, but really, who cares?
“Keep your voice down,” Sammy says in a loud whisper. “We have to take care of the body.”
Immediately chastened, Rasik matches the whisper. “Where is it?”
Sammy reaches the back door and opens it slowly. “In here,” he says and Rasik leans forward.
Sammy pushes the man headfirst into the vehicle with his left hand and pulls the gun out with his right.
He presses the barrel to the back of the man’s head.
Rasik is smaller than Hari, and therefore way smaller than Sammy. He goes limp.
Sammy senses some kind of move, some kind of martial arts shit, a way to lower his defenses and retaliate.
He doesn’t wait for it.
He fires twice.
No exit wounds from the 22.
The small bullets are presumably rattling around in the man’s brain.
He bundles the man into the back seat and shuts the door.
He looks around, sees some movement at the tea shop.
The same one where he forgot to pay. Is the guy still there?
The streetlights come on but do precious little to dispel the gloom.
In the distance, he sees a large figure walking purposefully toward the house.
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