Transporter, Carol Fucking Baskin

Transporter, Carol Fucking Baskin

My name is Alex, an ex-border protection officer and now I specialize in transporting specialist merchandise, the sort of merchandise that you can’t ship with UPS.

I started small, looking the other way when someone crossed the border, then picking up a few packages from dead drops for the cartel. Soon they were asking me to ship the packages to other States. The pay was good, too good and I had debts, bad debts to people you just did not stiff on their payments.

Moving small packages was easy, a false panel in my car, and unless you knew where to look you would never find it. Letting in a few illegals and helping a few cross the border to escape justice was the start. Soon I was running drugs up into Canada and making a nice paycheck bringing prescription drugs back into the US. I made contacts while transporting and soon I was asked to smuggle some special packages from Mexico to Canada, this was new and a lot more dangerous and live cargo could not be so easily smuggled.

The packages were big cats, tigers to be exact, and keeping them tranced did not make it any easier to transport them. I knew the border well having spent several years working the US side. There were multiple crossing points, most easy on foot, but there were many farms that abutted the border and those were the crossing points used by those who wanted to avoid the customs checks. Now it may sound easy, it’s a big border, but technology is pretty good these days and there are patrols on many of these weak points. But if you have the right contacts, you can avoid the patrols and the drones.

Picking up the cargo from a ranch outside Las Palmas and crossing at El Paso, a borrowed federal number plate and a few greased palms made the crossing a lot easier than it should have been. A two-day drive to Winnipeg ahead, I checked the cargo and the drip lines. These would need changing every 12 hours, but I was getting a dab hand at intravenous narcotic delivery these days.

Arriving at the Canadian border 30 hours later, I waited until twilight before heading down the farm track to the border, my contact had arranged for the farmer to leave a section of fencing out for half an hour so my window was small but I was on time and crossed without any incidents.

I dropped off the cargo and collected a nice fat wedge full of Benjamin’s.

Having an empty vehicle, I asked if there was anything heading back that I could help with. I sat waiting enjoying a bummed smoke when the local boss approached me.

“Hey Alex, good to see you again, and those are some beauties you have delivered there,” he says holding out his hand for a shake, firm and a little rough. He was a genuine rancher and had the hands to prove it.

I don’t have anything going south today; I am afraid, but I do know a guy who is looking for a special delivery to be made across state lines. A good guy we have dealt with him for years, curmudgeonly old coot but he pays upfront and in cash. You interested?” he asks.

I nod and say “sure, sounds good,” I handed him my card with my burner number.

“Good, I will pass this on, head south to Nebraska and hole up a day or two and he will be in contact,” he says and then head off, a busy man, I guess.

Heading south, crossing the border the right way this time, driving south down to Sioux City and book myself into a motel on the banks of the mighty Missouri River. Treat myself to a belly buster steak and a few beers before heading for some much-needed sleep.

When I wake, I see I have a message, heading down to the call box feeding in some quarters I dial the number, it rings a few times before being picked up. The call is answered by a man with a deep voice and solid mid-western accent. Billy was his name, I identified myself, using the code he had texted to me; he gave me an address and told me to be there 10am tomorrow.

“Don’t be late, son,” were his parting words.

Transporter Chapter 2 Billy Finishing School

I arrived a little before ten. Good job I set off early, this fella lived out in the sticks on a large plot of private land, I may have hummed the battling banjo tunes whist driving up to Billy’s place.

He had a big ranch house style farm and a couple of huge barns; I could see horses dancing around the paddocks and a couple of big old dogs running around free. I wisely decided to wait for Billy in the van. These did not look the type to roll over and ask for a belly rub.

Billy came out of one of the barns cleaning what looked like engine oil from his hands with a rag; to my eyes, he was losing that battle, the rag looked dirtier than his hands.

He walked over holing out his hand, I looked at them, seeing the ingrained oil and dirt but shook it anyway.

“Hey there sonny, you come highly recommended, did they tell you what you will be transporting?” he asked eyeing me closely as if taking my measure.

“No Sir, they just said you needed something transported,” I replied, mentally trying to figure out what this old fella might be into. Drugs, usually this sort of remote location was good for growing grass.

“Let me show you around and you can meet some of my guests,” he was smiling as he said this, I found out soon enough the reason why.

As he led me around the paddock, I spotted 3 women. I know they were women, as they were naked! And not only that they were tied to a post, two sat on either side, rope about their chests, arms and legs, the third strung up between them; hands tied high so only the tips of her toes touched the ground, rope was wound about her as well, keeping her close to the pole and legs bound together.

I admit I gawked at the sight. This was not something you see every day. As we got close I could see they were filthy from the mud and muck that was in the paddock, I guessed they kept livestock in there at times too.

“These ladies are new, just getting them acquainted with consequences. A few nights in the paddock usually takes most of the fight out of them,” as he talked, as he walked up to the closest girl, woman I realised, though dirty it was clear they were not young but rather mid to late 30s. He unzipped and took a piss on one of the girls and even tried spraying over to the girl on the other side.

“Yep, a few days’ exposure does these fillies the world of good,” he said, zipping up and leading me to the barn.

Billy, it seemed, like talking and he went on about his business like I was an old friend not a stranger, seemed a bit odd to me. Most of my clients were closed mouthed for obvious reasons.

He told me he had been training girls for some years now and made quite a bundle supplying fully trained submissive and domestic slaves to discerning clientele, even had a special order in from a rather famous lady who wanted a young buck to wait on her.

As I entered the barn, I spotted the young buck as he called him. A Hispanic man, or boy, could not have been more than 20, slim, muscular and kind of pretty if you like that sort. He was affixed in of the stalls by what looked to be sections of scaffolding tubes; about his neck, legs and arms and one about his waist, star fished sort of like the picture by Da Vinci. I could see electrodes going to his nuts and his nipples and every few seconds he jerked about as if receiving shocks.

“Yep he is being broken in, lucky for him he was going to a lady, not all are so lucky, be a good life for him I reckon,” Billy said as he led me in and showed me the next stall.

“This one here is a paying customer, yep son, some pay to be trained by old Billy,” He laughed and continued explaining what I was seeing.

“This lady has paid a pretty penny to be broken, to have all her inhibitions stripped away and then trained to be a good girl, be a lucky fella that gets her after we are done with her that’s for sure.”

The woman, young woman though, blonde early 20s looked like a damn cheerleader, blue eyes, dimples and that hair and body. Now she was my type, damn. Billy saw the look on my face and guffawed.

“You want a taste, son? She’s a willing filly but she is a bit occupied as you can see; maybe later I’m going to need you to hang about for a few hours while I ready your cargo for the journey anyways,” He said, I could see him grinning, clearly amused by my reaction to the girl.

By busy he meant busy, two naked men were also in the stall, they looked large and I mean large; they were well over 6ft and must have weighed in at 400lbs each. She was also attached to the stalls wall like the Hispanic kid, but this time her legs were fixed up by her head (damn flexible). This pushed her arse out and the two giants were taking it in turns to fuck her holes, slipping it into one then the other. There was another fucking machine on the floor with two pistons, I could guess how that was used (kind of like to see that, I thought).

He led me to the house, and to the living room (parlour he called it). There were two beautiful women, kneeling naked on the floor kneeling each side of a large leather chesterfield style chair. Neither looked up, nor made any sign that they noticed us enter the room, they just sat, hand on their thighs and eyes down seemingly not focused on anything.

Billy walked over to the chair, sat in it (still in his grubby overalls, I might add) He put his hand on each of their heads and both leaned into his touch a little like a dog would at his master’s touch.

“These here fine ladies have graduated Billy’s finishing school and will be going to their new home. They are lucky that they are going to the same home, would be a shame to split up a matched set,” He chuckled at this and I looked closed realising they were a matched set indeed, twins! or maybe sisters that looked as alike they may as well be twins.

“I will ready the girls for transport, be a few hours so go make yourself comfortable, maybe look in on that filly and have yourself some fun,” with that and a slight gesture he walked away, the twins stood and followed without a sound nor did they acknowledge me in any way.

I headed back to the barn to, well you know a man has to scratch that itch now and then and she was pretty damn fine looking. I see the two fellas wandering off dressed now, thanks for small mercies; they were not a pretty sight. One of the guys (I would say they were Billy’s sons from their faces but who knows) spotted me and came over.

“Paaw, said to let you have some fun with the blonde bitch in there, here’s the keys to the shackles, use her as you want, only rule is don’t mark her, no scars, y’all understand?” he smiled, a horrible sight, teeth, those he still had were tobacco stained (shudder).

I nodded and took the keys and headed into the stall. I got my wish she was still up on the wall, with both of the dildos fucking her arse and cunt in an alternating rhythm, not too fast but her face was pained as if the orgasms just kept coming.

Standing watching her as she came again and again, the hypnotic sight of the fat dildos plunging into her cunt and arse were making me hard as all hell. She was looking at me while all the time eyes like two pools of crazy, like all that was there was a primal animal no longer a rational human being.

Pulling away the fucking machines, giving her some relief from the constant barrage attacking her holes.

She was still watching me, calmer now waiting to see what I was going to do, well I was not going to fuck this bitch that’s for sure, not after those two had had their cocks in her and no way I could follow that machine.

I spotted a rolled hose to the side and figured she needed a shower before I released her, so I turned the spigot checking the flow. The water was cold; I expected nothing else at Billy’s farm.

I sprayed the hose straight into that glaring beautiful face, then lowing the hose, I hosed down her body washing her off, taking particular pleasure in hosing her arse and pussy.

She calmed a bit after that; I studied the shackles and decided that the best way is to release her legs then arms before letting her loose completely. Once down, she fell to the ground, unable to hold herself up. I wondered how long she had been up like that, being fucked and pounded into orgasmic mental oblivion.

I sat awhile watching her recover; the ground was mucky, so she was going to need another shower, but that could wait until she pulled herself together.

When she had stopped shaking, I pulled her up by a hand full of hair, putting her over my lap. It had been a while since I had had anything this fine at my tender mercies, and I reckoned on having a little more fun before getting some relief.

I felt the firmness of her bottom,

“Damn girl that is a fine ass, you have there, did your daddy enjoy spanking it, did you enjoy your daddy spanking it Girl?”

She turned her head and shook it, not sure which part she was answering, but I really did not care, as I slapped my hand down on her arse, hard as I could.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said in a gasp.

Well, if that was not a hint to spank her, I don’t know what is, so I proceeded to spank the little hussy’s ass for a good ten minutes. She may have been cold from the shower but she was warm when I was done with her. Hands sore now, it threw her down and stood; she looked up at me her eyes still all full of crazy.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said again.

“Girl, you can thank this,” I said as I unfastened my belt and let my jeans fall away.

I popped out my one eyes friend and she did not need telling twice, her mouth surrounded my cock and started bobbing up and down fast, deep as you please. She did not back off at all, trying to get as much of my cock in her mouth each time; she gagged, coughed but kept at it. I guess she had been trained to do this as well. Damn Billy, maybe I should work for you.

I felt myself getting to the point and grabbing her head I forced her down all the way, making sure that I came in her throat. I felt it as I came, pumping my seed down this cute little bitch’s throat, I pumped a bit trying to force my balls into her mouth but that was never going to happen, making sure though that every last bit ended up in her mouth; she sucked the end mouth like a vacuum cleaner, not letting go until I softened and pulled away.

“Thank you, Sir,” was all she said before she scurried away into the corner, I had not noticed but there was a dog bed there and she curled up in it, falling asleep almost as soon as her head went down.

“She’s learning well that one.” I turned to see who had said that, finding Billy there watching.

“You had your fun son, now time to do some work,” he said, turning away while I pulled up my jeans and quickly followed.

I followed him to the other barn, a bunkhouse as it turned out. I have to say I was lost for words when the two big fellas wheeled out the cargo.

The packages, well for want of a better word were packages. They were in what looked to be adult sized doll boxes; the girls were dressing in matching leather and Latex catsuits (maybe to tell them apart) they were strapped in with ties much like any normal action figure would be. Only these also had camel packs strapped to the box, with the tube fitted to the middle of ball gags.

The boxes even had a logo Billy Dolls’ in big lettering. I looked at Billy and he was grinning from ear to hairy ear.

“Nice touch, don’t you think, sets me apart from the wannabes,” he guffawed again.

“Now bring your van round and we will help you load them, make sure they are secured, don’t want them falling over in the back when you take a corner.”

“Sure thing, Sir,” I said and went off to fetch my van.

I drove round to the collection point and waited while the van rocked under the assault of several hundred pounds of farm hand loading the packages in.

Once they had done, I checked and then Billy checked that they were fully secured in. Happy, Billy handed me an envelope full of Benjamin’s and a thick envelope too.

There’s another when you make the delivery, the customer will be paying the other half, do well and I will have more work for you and put in a good word or two with some of my contacts to boot.

I thanked him, jumped into my vehicle, opened the instructions and set the sat nav for Redding, California. Once there I had a number to call for the onward directions, I guess they like to keep some client separation in this business.