Warning: Rated for language, violence and adult behavior.
The main characters of this story are based on characters from the cartoon 'Code Lyoko.' I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.
This story also uses characters from the graphic novel 'Sin City' by Frank Miller. I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.
This story also uses characters from the movie 'Wasabi', directed by Luc Besson. I do not own, nor do I claim, any copyright to these characters.
References to 'The Goon' in this story do not refer to the character of 'The Goon' by Eric Powell.
The day after the ship passed through the Panama Canal, the world ended.
Milly and Tamiya were trying their best to hold back their tears, but weren't succeeding. This morning when the guards came, they brought the girls' clothes, the ones they were kidnapped in, and told to change, they were being moved to another room for the rest of the trip.
"But we want to stay with Aelita and Yumi," Milly cried as the guards took them away.
Both Aelita and Yumi cried after they were gone. The separation meant that their time had just about run out.
Then the guards returned. They first grabbed Aelita and held her down while another man came in and put a pink collar around her neck. He then stepped back and pressed a button on a remote control, causing Aelita to scream in pain. Satisfied, the guards left and took Yumi with them. They explained that the Japanese girl was going to rejoin the others in preparation for the sale. Her task, to keep Aelita and the little ones docile, had been completed, now Pinkie was wearing the collar, and now she was going back to where she belonged.
As the door clanged shut, Aelita slumped down on the bunk. She was truly alone now. A living Hell was coming for her, and she would have to face it by herself.
Later, the boss invited Aelita to lunch.
They dined in his quarters, the most luxurious she had seen. The dinnerware was decent and the food tasted good, very good in fact. The only problem was the context and the company.
The boss almost literally looked like a pig wallowing in its slop. Bits and pieces of food fell out of his mouth as he chewed and talked. His shirt was stained by droppings. The picture she saw before her did nothing to improve her opinion of the man.
"Lonely? I could have one of the men come by and keep you entertained," the man said with a leer, "I might even be persuaded to pass the afternoon with you, if you asked me nicely."
"No thank you," Aelita said, not bothering to hide her disgust, "I'm sure you have more important matters that require your attention."
The pig laughed. "Yes I do, unfortunately. And I certainly don't want to spoil your value just before you're sold. The buyer would be most upset."
"Why did you move them? We did what you asked, even those filthy pictures. Would it have been so bad to keep us together until the end?"
"You're right, I could have kept you together, but the parting would have been all that much harder if I had. This way, you can process the grief of separation before you have to process the grief of your new life. I've actually done you a favor, if you think about it. Yes, you should be grateful I cared enough to let you stay with your friends, unharmed, then separated you before you were truly separated. You should be thanking me, not scolding me, my dear." His hand caressed the remote control by it, the one that controlled Aelita's collar.
"Thank you, sir," she said, not wanting to risk the man's displeasure at this point, "thank you for giving me these last few days with my friends. I truly appreciate your kindness."
She then gave him a wan smile, and he beamed one back at her. He obviously missed the sarcasm in her voice.
I hope there's a special place in Hell for bastards like you, Aelita thought, and I hope you squeal like the pig you are when you finally get there.
Yumi was tossed into a room with six other girls around her and Aelita's age, the rest of the older girls that had been kidnapped.
"Well, the princess has returned," one of the girls said.
There had originally been ten of them. One, Samantha, Yumi found out from Aelita, had been murdered in front of the rest as an example of what resistance got them. Two more had died while 'entertaining' the crew. One of the surviving girls was there when it happened, and said the men didn't stop what they were doing, even after they realized she was dead. She then broke down and cried.
The door opened and suddenly the room was filled with the slavers. The girls screamed, Yumi included, as they came, grabbed each girl, and held them down. One man would then come up and put a collar around a girl's neck, similar to the one they put on Aelita earlier. He would then step back, press a button on a remote control, and the girl would scream and jerk about. Satisfied, he moved on to the next girl.
He did Yumi last. After he forced the collar around her throat, he stepped back and pressed the button. Suddenly, waves and waves of pain shot through her body, emanating from the collar. When the man released the button, the pain stopped.
"Now you understand how the collars work. Wonderful technology, used to break dogs from barking. We use them to keep bitches from making trouble."
The men laughed at the joke.
"You will be serving the guests at the party tonight. Obey like good little bitches and you won't get shocked. Disobey and guests will be placing bets on how long you'll take to die. We'll be back just before they start arrive to prepare you further."
Milly and Tamiya sat in the room alone. It was the room next door to Aelita's, but it might as well been on the moon.
"I'm scared," Milly said, "they're gonna do bad things to us, and nobody will be able to find us."
"I'm scared, too," Tamiya told her friend, "but I believe what Aelita said. I think Jeremie's out there, right now, tracking us down. I believe he got Marv, the police, Mr. Delmas, and the whole army out looking for us! You just wait, tonight when they come to take us away, Jeremie'll swoop down out of nowhere and teach those bad people a lesson they'll never forget!"
The fat man sat at his desk and sighed. After tonight, it would be over. Over three months, finding the stock, making sure they didn't have any close family, obtaining the supplies to control them; it would all come to fruition tonight. While the little ones should fetch a good price, either here or in Asia, the pink haired girl was the prize, the one that will put this run over the top.
He sighed once again as he looked at one of the pictures of the girl on his monitor, one that the photographer had taken during her session. The threat of hurting her friends had certainly brought out the vixen in the girl. Her face beckoned to him, calling him to take her; that she was moaning for him; that she wanted him, and him alone.
If only it were true, he thought to himself, but even if it was, I can't partake; it would only spoil your value.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
"Boss? Mr. Roarke's agent is on the line," came the voice.
"Patch him through," he replied.
"I take it my delivery is taking place as scheduled?" came a new voice, Mr. Roarke's agent.
"Yes, the two items are safe and secure, just waiting for Mr. Roarke," the fat man replied, "he saw the pictures? I take it he finds them acceptable?"
"More than acceptable," came the reply, "Mr. Roarke will not be able to come personally, however, but I will be out this evening to pick them up."
"Very good," the fat man said, "I hope you will avail yourself of our hospitality when you come. I'm having a party tonight, culminating in an auction of a very special item I picked up when I picked up Mr. Roarke's order."
"I can't guarantee anything," the voice said, "but I'll consider it." He hung up.
The fat man smiled as he turned back to the picture of Aelita. He sighed, then reached down into his pants to fantasize some more about the pink haired beauty, just next door.
He gazed into that face, into those eyes burning with true desire, desire he forced from the girl before its time. He asked himself, who is it you're thinking of? Who are you longing for? Who is it you beckon with your eyes, your lips? Who do you truly want to give yourself to? Who is it you truly desire?
As he climaxed, he fantasized that person was him.
