Becca XXX - Spring Tide Ch. 05

"He could be anywhere," said Natalie. "I suggest we have a quick drive around the estates, keeping a look out for Yuri's car, but I doubt they'd be stupid enough to leave it on display even if they are staying around here."

"It looks like a rabbit warren," I replied. "We need to think like a criminal. Where would you hide if you were the crime lord of Penzance?"

"Somewhere remote, secluded and heavily guarded. It would need plenty of escape options in case the police came looking. I'd say it would be past the A30, but there're hundreds of farms out there. We'd struggle to find it."

"We'll do an estate drive by and a quick drive maybe a mile or so out past the A30," I decided. "We've got some time to kill."

"Ok. Go via the train station and I'll drop off the grab bag and the UCP's"

I started the engine and left the car park. Time spent on reconnaissance is never wasted and she was right - we didn't have anything else to do.

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It was dusk by the time we left the van, dressed up like a couple of teenaged prostitutes. The late evening sun had set and I felt like we'd been up for hours.

We'd covered the housing estates and farmland, but hadn't seen anything worth mentioning. All the preparation had been done and it was now down to skill, courage and a lot of luck to complete our objectives for the night.

Just one thing remained.

I needed to check in with Lexa.

I called her as we left the van, walking in a big circle so we would come in from the same direction as before. Small details always mattered and we weren't taking any chances.

Lexa answered on the third ring like always.

"Report," she snapped, completely focused on the mission.

"We're about to go and meet Valentin," I said. "Make sure you're tracking our phones. It's likely they'll be taken away from us, but with any luck they'll be too excited about showing us off to realise."

"Copy that," she replied. "We have you on the main screen approaching the sea front. Good luck and stay safe."

"Copy that," I hung up the phone and stuffed it into the top of my black thigh-high boot.

Now wasn't the time for pleasantries - we had a job to do. A serious and very dangerous job which could get us both killed if we put a foot wrong.

It was a still night with a gentle breeze blowing off the sea. It brought with it the salty air which I loved the smell of when I was out surfing, but our wave riding would have to wait. We were here to ride something else entirely.

It looked like the same crowd had arrived at Foster-Bolitho Gardens as a few nights ago. Maybe they were expecting us for round two or maybe a different girl had been promised to them. They were going to be disappointed if they were waiting for us.

I felt nervous and neither of us spoke as we got into character. We were two slutty college girls who had been blackmailed into coming back for more filthy sex. We weren't exactly happy about the circumstances, but we needed them to delete the video they had of us and we wanted the cash we were owed. Getting into the correct mindset was easy and not all of it was for show.

We walked arm in arm towards the car which was parked in the same place as before. Yuri was leaning on the back of the car and he signalled to Dimitri as we approached. Dimitri was talking to a girl dressed in a long coat and I wondered if she was going to be the gloryhole queen for Saturday night.

As we got closer, I saw that it was the crack-whore we'd seen the last time we were here. She had tears in her eyes and a red mark across her cheek. She'd been hit by someone and very recently by the look of it.

Dimitri pushed her backwards and pointed at the toilet block which she reluctantly started to walk towards. It was obvious that she was the cum dumpster for the night and that we were going to be taken somewhere else. Two men went with her, one directing her to the women's toilet and the other beckoning the perverts to the men's side. It was business as usual.

"Becca and Natalia," beamed Yuri as we got to the back of the car. "So good to see you again, no?"

"It's Natalie actually," she corrected him.

"Ah, my bad," he smiled. "In my country your name would be Natalia. Come, we need to go straight away," he snapped his fingers to get his partner's attention.

"Great, my two favourite girls are here," said Dimitri appearing by Yuri's side. "I'm glad you came back. It would be a shame for the video to be out on the internet, no?" he waved his phone at us.

"When will it be deleted?" I asked sternly. "And when do we get the rest of our money?"

I kept my reaction as normal as I could. I was supposed to be a nervous young girl who just wanted paying and for the video to be disposed of more than anything else. We weren't playing the part of two drunken school girls anymore. We had to appear like we didn't want to be there and that we were only there because of the position they had put us in.

"All in good time. After we take you for a good time, dah?" he laughed. "Get in the car and we'll go and see our boss. He can't wait to meet you."

Yuri pushed us along as Dimitri backed away and opened the rear passenger door. I was about to climb in when he stopped me.

"I need to take your phones," he said, holding out his hand.

There was no point in denying that we had them, they'd soon find out we were lying when we took our clothes off. We had gone on this mission unarmed for the same reason.

"Why do you need our phones?" asked Nat.

"Many people are looking for our boss," he replied. "Phones can track locations and he wouldn't like that."

He beckoned with his open palm again for us to hand them over.

"Is this guy dangerous?" I asked in a worried tone.

"Only if you piss him off," Dimitri glared at me and I got the message loud and clear. "Phones."

We reluctantly handed them over, feeling defeated at the first hurdle. At times like this, you just had to think of the war rather than the battle. We still had a chance to pinpoint this asshole's location even without the phones, but it was going to be more difficult.

As I passed my phone over, he leered down at my legs and then at Natalie's. His right hand grazed my hemline, stroking the back of my thigh with a lewd smile on his face. I ignored it and waited for further instructions.

Yuri ducked his head into the driver's side of the car and pulled out a long black item in the shape of a paddle. He flicked a switch and it let out a series of high-pitched tones. I'd seen these devices before and I knew it was a bug-sweeper. It would be waved all over our bodies to ensure we weren't carrying a tracker, microphone or metallic object such as a gun or knife.

He checked Natalie first, rubbing the wand all over her clothed areas paying particular attention to between her legs front and back. The exercise was repeated on me with the wand making all sorts of high-pitched beeps and burbles.

"They're both clear," he said to Dimitri. "Get them in the car."

I ducked my head under the roofline without being asked and climbed into the car. Natalie followed me in and got a slap on the ass for her trouble, before the door was slammed shut.

She had a huge grin on her face and at first, I thought it was from the ass-slap, but she winked at me and leaned over to whisper in my ear. She made it look like she was leaning over to get to her seatbelt buckle as the two street-thugs passed our phones to one of their underlings and then moved around the car to get into the front seats.

Natalie was quick and only whispered two words before they had a chance to hear her.

"Smart watch," she murmured.

At first, I didn't know what she was talking about, but she nodded an imperceptible nod in Yuri's direction. He had got into the driver's seat and I glanced over to see him gripping the steering wheel with his left hand. The sleeve of his leather jacket was pulled back and I saw why Natalie was smiling.

He was wearing a Garmin smart watch on his wrist, similar to the one Reef had been wearing when we'd gone for our run. With everything going on around us, I had failed to spot it, but Natalie was obviously wide awake. That watch could be tracked by GPS even if it wasn't linked to a smart phone. These guys were definitely using burner phones to prevent them from being tracked or tapped, but they'd missed the fact his Garmin was just as good, if not better at pinpointing his location.

I winked at Nat to say I'd understood as Dimitri turned to face us from the front passenger seat. He held out two black sacks and I knew exactly what he wanted us to do, but I played dumb.

"What are they for?" I asked.

"It's a shame to cover your pretty little faces, but no one must know where we are going," he threw the bags at us. "Put them on your heads and then we go."

"You're starting to scare us a little," exclaimed Natalie. "Who is this guy you're taking us to see?"

"Your best friend or your worst nightmare. Put them on and shut the fuck up," he snarled.

This was all part of their intimidation to keep us under control. To normal teenaged girls it would be terrifying, but we knew what was to come. We both faked a flinch as Dimitri bellowed at us and we quickly pulled the bags over our heads. After losing our phones and now being blindfolded, the chances of us finding Valentin's hideout would be next to zero. If it hadn't been for Natalie noticing the smart watch, we'd have been well and truly on the back foot. We both knew that The Facility would be able to trace the watch and that it would give up his location as well as any other places he'd been hanging out. It may even lead us to Victor if these guys had met him.

Yuri reversed out onto the seafront road and pulled the rear of the car to the left. That meant we were heading South West away from the harbour and railway station. I tried to tune in and form a visual picture in my mind of where we were, but it was a hard skill to master. Without my eyes, all my other senses were heightened. I needed to listen and feel my way through the turns and even try to home in on any familiar smells. I knew roughy what time it was and I'd make a note of the time when we got where we were going if I saw a clock. That would allow me to calculate approximate distance so I could set up a search grid.

We drove in silence which was another natural reaction from us, but that's not the reason we were doing it. This required concentration and it would only get harder the further away we got. The radio was blaring out some gangster rap so listening was going to be difficult. Dimitri and Yuri both smoked and wore cheap cologne so smells were also going to be an issue. That just left the feel of the car stopping, accelerating and making turns and so far, I knew where we were.

We were heading towards Newlyn harbour to the south of Penzance Bay. There wasn't a lot down there and I couldn't picture any decent places to hide. I imagined that Valentin wouldn't be slumming it - he'd want luxury as well as seclusion. It was looking more and more likely that we'd be heading out into the countryside between Penzance and Sennen Cove.

The car slowed and almost came to a stop before turning half-right which felt more like a junction on a bend rather than a full T-junction. We'd almost carried straight on and I was already starting to lose my bearings.

We continued straight for about half a mile and then took a sharp left turn that was followed by another left almost immediately afterwards. It now felt like we were heading back the way we'd come and I realised these guys weren't as stupid as they looked. They were trying to confuse us by driving in a box shape and then continuing along their original route.

If they made another two left turns, my theory would be correct.

We accelerated and then slowed again. We paused as though waiting for cars to pass before we could make the turn. My bag was illuminated with the glare of headlights from an oncoming vehicle and then it went dark again as we took another left. One more and my theory would be correct.

Sure enough, after another minute, we took another left which meant we were back on track. I could see the street lights spaced at intervals as they lit up the car each time we passed under one and I figured we were now in the suburbs.

Light - dark - light - dark.

We were traveling at a steady pace, maybe thirty or forty miles per hour, but we suddenly picked up speed as the street lights disappeared. We must have been heading out into the farmland where the street lighting was nonexistent and the speed limit was higher.

"It's hot with this bag on my head," Natalie complained. "Can you open the window a crack?"

I heard a shuffle and grunt of complaint from the front and then the whir of Natalie's window opening a fraction. I knew she wasn't just doing it because it was stifling in the bag. She was doing it to let the smell of the outside world into the car.

Cool air rushed in and felt wonderful blowing across the bag which was now wet with condensation from my breath. The air no longer had a salty sea aroma; it smelt earthy and damp. That told me we were in open countryside and I pictured rolling fields and small coppices of trees which we'd seen on google maps.

The car raced onwards for a good five minutes moving through long fast bends, but not turning off. It finally slowed and took a half right where it suddenly felt darker. The sound of the vehicle changed and became more muffled with the rustle of leaves. I figured we were travelling through a small wood or forest and it was confirmed when I smelled fresh foliage in the breeze.

We were moving slower now, maybe the road was narrower. We slowed again and bumped off the tarmac and onto gravel. This road felt like a farm track and was full of potholes and puddles. We slowed to a crawl and kept going for about another half a mile before Yuri swung the car into a big arc and pulled up. Light beamed into the car through the windows and the engine was switched off.

My heart was racing and my palms were sweating. Nervous energy pulsed through my veins while my mind tried to control my involuntary body reaction. I always hated this part; that moment of being under someone else's control, knowing that I had no escape.

"We're here," said Dimitri. "Keep the bags on until we get inside."

They both got out and opened our doors, helping us out of the car and guiding us towards the light. The gravel crunched and echoed in the still night as though we were in some sort of courtyard. We stopped as we got to the door and I heard Yuri speaking to someone in Russian. We were obviously not alone any more. It sounded like Valentin had sentries on duty and I guessed they'd be armed.

After a brief exchange of words, I heard the door open and warm air rushed out as we were escorted inside. The place smelt pleasant, but old as though it was refurbished farmhouse or old barn conversion.

Without warning our bags were removed and I speed read the situation, squinting to adjust to the light. We were in a large old hallway with a stone floor and plastered walls. What had once been an old building had now been refurbished into a modern living space. There was a large staircase leading to the second floor and three doors on the ground floor leading left, right and to the rear of the property.

I could hear men talking and laughing to the left and it sounded like they were drinking heavily. There wasn't any music blaring out so I figured this wasn't a night club we'd been taken to.

"These are the girls to see Valentin," said Dimitri to a thick set man who'd come to greet us.

He was wearing a dark suit and was overtly armed. I could see the pistol grip sticking out of the front of his trousers.

"You fucked these girls, yes?" he leered, pouting a kiss in our direction. "They were good?"

"Superb," smiled Yuri. "We only bring him the best."

"Well my friend, make the most of it. You are on babysitting duty after tonight," he laughed, slapping him on the back. "Mr Valentin is in the back. You can go straight through."

"Babysitting? Again?" Yuri moaned. "Maybe this time we have some fun with her, no?"

"She's off limits, you know that," the greeter frowned. "No one can touch her until Mr Valentin gives the word."

"Well, if this guy doesn't come up with the goods, his daughter's ass is mine," he slapped him back.

"Join the queue," the greeter laughed. "Your coats, give them to me," he turned his attention to us.

We slowly took our coats off and shook our hair out after the bag had messed it up. He took them and hung them on the coat rack before moving aside to let us pass. His eyes were all over us as though we were already naked. It didn't bother me, but I was intrigued by his comments. Kidnap and ransom were a popular revenue stream for guys like these and it sounded like some poor guy's daughter was being used to extort money from him. I let it go for now, I needed to take in as much detail as I could from my new surroundings. I glanced back to try and see outside, but it was too dark. All I got was the greeter staring back at me and waggling his tongue at me to signify what he wanted to do to my pussy.

I made a frightened face and turned back, following Dimitri and Yuri towards the back of the house. I was hot and sweaty despite wearing a skimpy dress. Nerves and anticipation were making me hot and my inner slut was helping in my underwear region. I could feel my silky panties squelching against my labia as I wiggled my way through the doorway and into a large living area.

This part of the house was furnished with luxurious carpets and leather settees. There was a large stone fireplace which looked original, but it wasn't lit. A huge flat screen TV was hanging above it and the back of the house was fitted with floor to ceiling glass doors. In the summer they would be opened up to bring the outside into the house, but tonight they were closed. I could see out across a lit swimming pool, but only to a tree line in the distance. If this guy was looking for luxurious seclusion, he had certainly found it here. I imagined the place was surrounded by trees to keep prying eyes away from whatever this sick fucker got up to here.

There were two men standing outside by the pool, smoking and chatting. Both had sub machine guns slung around their necks, but I couldn't make out the make or model. Valentin was certainly very well protected.

A huge blob of a man was standing at the window with his back to us and I knew instantly it was our target. My heart skipped a beat at being this close to a guy that the authorities had failed to track down. He was wanted for almost every crime under the sun, including rape, drug trafficking and murder and the police would have loved to be in the position we now found ourselves in.

Fortunately, we worked under a different set of rules to the rest of the law enforcement and military. We weren't tied up in red tape, bureaucracy or rules of engagement and we had gotten here doing what we did best- seduction and debauchery.

"Mr Valentin, these are the two college girls I told you about," said Dimitri, sounding a little nervous.

"They had better be as good as you have made out," he bellowed in a deep Russian voice.

He was eyeing our reflection in the window and he slowly turned to see the two young beauties he'd been expecting. His eyes widened and he took a long sip from a Brandy glass as he looked us both up and down. At least thirty seconds went by before he spoke again.

"If they fuck as well as they do on camera, I'll be in for a treat," he sneered. "Names?"

"I'm Becca and this is Natalie," I announced. "I'm sure we can clear things up he..."

"Ah yes... you want your money and your special video deleting, dah?"

He was wearing a red smoking-jacket with a white shirt underneath. His trousers looked expensive and he finished his relaxed look with a pair of leather slippers on his feet. He was dripping in gold and was obviously full of his own self-importance. To say he was fat would have been an understatement, too much good living and made him into a rotund blob. If that wasn't enough, his bushy moustache, goatee beard and fat joules made him look like a walrus or a bull seal.