Thread: Sweet new pets (CntDestyr And Queenofwolves)

It was just a start-up business. Like any other business out there, it required lots and lots of capital, hard working employees, and something to sell or profit on. They didn't have a company name yet, and they still hadn't sold their first good yet. Technically, they were in the before profitability category of a business. The company was run by a man named Virgo Antoulini. A man of Italian descent, he was a ruthless individual that didn't care about anyone but his family. Underneath him, was his own son. Benji Antoulini. Benji was in charge of the employees, and he was doing a shitty job with it. Still, Virgo was a family man, and his wife had unfortunately died during birth. It was all he could do to make sure that his son was taken care of. His son was a joke in the company, but he didn't mind. As long as the men respected him. Beneath him was his head trainer and his product advisor. It was his job to make decisions on the product and what they do with them. This man's name was Harry Wingo. It didn't matter what any of these people's names were though, it was likely that no one would ever see them. They were a ruthless bunch. The small city in Mexico isn't where their business is based, it's just a place that they had gone to find potential product. Their product was sex slaves. Their job was to sell broken and unbroken women the unbroken ones cost more to potential buyers, and turn large profits. Their entire business was profit, acquiring the girls and readying them for sale. All the girls had to go through Harry, so that he could see if they were truly ready. He was actually the only trainer the company had for now, but they had large aspirations to make it rich. It was a highly illegal business, but legal things didn't make you money this quick. His salary was easily six digits, and the girl's would be sold at high prices as well. Each operation was highly discreet, highly thought out, and well executed. Virgo knew he was getting the best trainer, and he paid him like the best. One thing about Harry, he was so good because he loved his job. He loved breaking women's spirits and he loved making money. This job was perfect for him. Another integral part of the business was that they had to move quick. it shouldn't take more than a week to get a girl, train her, and sell her. Any girl who lasted longer than a week, than they would have to be removed and taken care of. All that aside though, the average time that they were shooting for between girl's being moved was two days. They haven't yet had a chance to test their method, but on paper things should work out swimmingly. Directly under Harry were jobs called wranglers. It was these men's jobs to get the girls, and to prepare them for breaking. Harry viewed women like he viewed horses. Secretly, they all wanted to be broken, it just took the right man or the right touch to do it. He was the right man, he could take a girl, get inside of her head, and sell her in a day. He was worth his salary, and he would make money for this company. He and Virgo were close friends, and he even bought Benji gifts for Christmas and his birthday. Harry was the man they needed to survive. He was also their main salesman. Over the walkie-talkie, one of the men started spouting off about three targets. Groups of three were the perfect number. Normally, it meant that they were all close friends, and that meant that they would feed off of each other's fear and anguish. It made things that much easier. Harry had been ready for this, but Virgo insisted that they get the pieces in place before they got to far in. The wranglers moved into place, and followed the three girls inside, waiting for them, and watching what room they got, as well as what floor they were on. They probably didn't see their vacation taking quite the turn for the worst, but it would. They were powerless to stop things in the greatest sense of the word. When they disappeared into the elevators, pieces started moving into place. With the wranglers, they normally travelled in three teams of four, an additional control man and two drivers. Fifteen people seemed like alot, but they could get much done. The other thing about the wranglers, was there was almost nothing stopping them from doing whatever they wanted. With three girls, they brought three different vehicles to transport them. After they were bound, gagged, and disoriented, they would be separated. There were no rules on the wranglers either. What the bosses didn't know wouldn't hurt them, it wasn't uncommon for the wranglers to try out the new product for themselves at least once or twice. Besides, they still had to wash the girls and prepare them for the breaking process. Getting themselves into position, they waited. There was always a perfect moment to strike. It was easy. This floor would be abandoned at this time, a few thousand dollars guaranteed that no workers, and no other guests would be on the floor. Everything was shaping into place. The wranglers were outfitted with military grade gear. The girls literally stood no chance.