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The Pervert.

Well,what can I say? Yes,you guessed it.I'm a pervert.Not only that, but I'm a very nasty creep too.

Why,you may ask? Well, I like to grab pretty girls, especially the ones that wear uniform.

There's a good reason for this, as I do favours for some people.

Of course, they're not the kind of people you want to know. Indeed, they're slavers.

When they tell me to do something, I make sure I do as they tell me. When I achieve this, they reward me very well.

The women I target, have to meet certain requirements. Firstly, they have to have no family or friends. That way,there won't be many questions asked.

Of course, I have had to leave a lot of girls alone, as despite knowing they would sell well, the family matter keeps them safe from my clutches.

Even so,I can still get my hands on more suitable targets.In fact,I'm lying on top of one right now.She's a labatory assistant,and her name's Karen.Karen's gorgeous:She's got long,black hair and is in her early twenties.

I managed to seize her in her work,successfully chloroforming her from behind.God,how I loved doing that.Her perfume was driving me mad with lust,and I easily over-powered her,pressing myself into her.I loved her frantic,but ultimately futile struggles as I kept the chloroform soaked pad over her mouth.

Once she was out cold,there wasn't a second to lose.I quickly carried her back to the hideout,and I then tied her wrists behind her back with strong coils of brown hemp rope,adding more tight horizontal loops over and below her breasts,then tying her ankles together to keep her immobile.

Gagging her was a great thrill.I always stuff a balled up handkerchief into the girl's mouth,making sure it keeps the tongue completely flattened.To keep the cloth in,I then tie a piece of cloth into the girl's mouth,making it a highly effective cleave gag.I love seeing the cloth cutting into the corners of her mouth.

Just to make the girl's gag more secure,I then add a large rectangular strip of black tape,sealing it tightly over her mouth.This always works a treat,as all the pretty girls I've bound and gagged this way,have never managed to get free or raise the alarm.

Now that I've got her at my mercy,I always enjoy sampling the merchandise.As I mentioned before,I'm currently lying on top of Karen,my next pretty slave to be sold,and I'm enjoying squeezing both her breasts lovingly.

She can't resist or scream at my sexual assault on her.Indeed,I'm relishing her quiet whimpers behind her gag,and I increase my assault on her.

Not only do I grope both her breasts,I use my tongue on her,strobing the back and sides of her neck,chuckling with menace as I do so.

It gives me a great turn on,and I then unzip my jeans for the final pleasure.

Once I've finished the rape,I then make the necessary preparations to ship her out.This is done either by ship or sometimes,by private jet.My boss does pay me a visit to check on the merchandise,and he always approves.He then takes the girl,and he has another pretty slave to add to his collection.

As for me,I start looking for my next victim,being the creep and pervert that I am......

Escape from North Korea:Some thoughts.

I recently watched the last video on YouTube,about a group of North Korean girls attempting to flee their country into South Korea.

The journey itself,is long,and very hazardous.They had to slip into China undetected,and thanks to a South Korean chap,who has organised the escape route,will finally get into Thailand,and they can go straight to the South Korean Embassy to claim political asylum.

I really felt the fear and tension with the group,as they made their perilous journey to freedom.Anything could have gone wrong,the wrong word,a suspicion,and they would have all been arrested and sent back to North Korea to face instant execution.

Fortunately,I was very pleased to see this group succeed,but I really felt for those who were not so lucky.

In the safehouse,there was a young couple with a baby,barely two months old,and the father made a fatal mistake of smoking outside.He was spotted,and that was that.

It just makes me so sad and angry,how such a brutal and murderous regime can treat their own people this way......:(

ESCAPING FROM NORTH KOREA 2017 NEWEST DOCUMENTARY DEFECTOR'S SEARCH FOR ...

BBC Panorama - North Korea: Undercover.

I have to admit,this was interesting.Yet at the same time,very bleak and grim stuff.
It's just so unbelievable how some people,can be so cruel to others.
Especially when its your own people.

From root1:Tamlyn Tomita again.

I found root1 on the Deviant Art website,and was very pleased to see him do me a new commission.

Again,I wanted to see the very beautiful actress:Tamlyn Tomita from the military legal drama show:J.A.G.

This is a great picture,and I have already placed an order for more from root1.

Never before seen real life footage inside of North Korea (Documentary)

I have to admit,that I enjoyed watching this video,showing how ordinary people in North Korea live their lives.



Unfortunately,the expected propaganda was dished out in full to the French journalists briefly allowed in.I thought that was a shame,as there appeared to be a brief glimpse of humanity from the locals.



That however,was utter fabrication.The North Korean tour guides fully exhorted their praises on the scumbag leader,and of course,they never showed the plight of the less fortunate.It was sickening to watch.Even the beautiful North Korean women guides,who looked so fantastic in their traditional costume,had to dish it out.One must suppose they had too,especially with the military presence there.



The very priviledged few shouldn't have anything to worry about,but it was much more realistic when they interviewed North Korean refugees,who had successfully escaped.Every one of them damned the current regime,and described human suffering which was indescribable.



Let's hope that things will never kick off between the antagonistics.



It's just not worth it,but I'll keep hoping North Korea will one day,be a free country rid of a cruel tyranny for good.

Exciting Times Ahead.

I'm really looking forward to further posts here.

I'm currently getting a story request done for me, and also booked a future picture with the very beautiful Japanese actress:Mika Hijji, who will be bound and gagged in a uniform of my choosing.
However, that is some time away, but it will be coming.

I've also just had a story completed for me, by the highly talented author:Ed3765 from Deviant Art.

I had to pay for it, but it's a great read, although the story content is very dark.

However, and again, that's up to me.

Looking forward to posting all the above soon.

Next page from Matt.

Kidnapped into Slavery.

It was a dark,moonless night.The sounds of the jungle filled the air over the small,tropical island.Roger's old,military surplus jeep bounced down the dirt road.The vehicle's headlights had been dimmed with red tape,making it hard for him to see much of the road ahead.It twisted and turned,following the lay of the land around the steep jungle covered hills,slowly working its way down to the bay.

The headlights of the car behind Roger's was similarly dimmed.He could barely make it out in his mirrors,some twenty yards behind him.He hoped the brakes on the other jeep were still in good order.Nothing was harder on a vehicle,than the combination of jungle humidity,sand and salt water from the ocean,and spare parts were hard to come by out here.

Roger sighed in relief when he rounded another corner and the jungle broke.Out ahead of him was a small inlet of water,into the island,where the water was deep enough for ocean-going craft to dock.The island extended around,on either side of the tiny bay,the jungle covered hills screening the dock from any ships further out at sea.

There was a small wooden hut built near the shore.Beside it was a wooden pier,extending out onto the water.Both looked quite old,the wooden planks bleached by the sun and worn smooth by wind and wave.A man was seated in the hut.He opened the door and stepped out.Roger could see the man had on a mottled camo uniform,same as he and the other driver were wearing.The uniforms were jungle-pattern,not that colours were visible in the dimmed light.He had an assault rifle slung over his back.

''Have you heard from the boat yet?'' Roger asked,after he'd parked his jeep near the hut and shut the engine off.The other driver,a man named Smith,parked beside him.

''Nope,'' the sentry answered him.''They're maintaining radio silence,as instructed.At approxiamately 0300 hours,we're supposed to light off a couple of flares to guide them in.'' He glanced at his watch.''That's...um...about ten minutes from now...assuming they can even find the cove in this darkness.''

Roger shook his head:''Jeez,..one bloody navy ship comes sniffing around and everyone panics...''He reached into the pocket of his uniform tunic,and pulled out a half-full packet of cigarettes.Pulling one out,he fumbled with his lighter a moment,until the end of the cigarette caught.

''Hand me one of those,will ya?'' Smith asked.Roger tossed him the pack,then the lighter.The men hung around the hut,smoking and swatting at the mosquitoes that swarmed around the hut's light,until the sentry nodded.

''..bout time,I guess.'' He stepped into the hut.From a wooden crate,he pulled out three flares and handed two of them to the other two men.They walked down the pier,spreading along the whole length of it.At the same time,the three lit up their flares,marking the length of the pier in the darkness.

For a few moments,Roger thought no-one would show up.Then,suddenly,a long boat coasted in,its engines cut off,as it pulled up alongside the pier.Roger dropped his flare into the water.It hissed and went out.One of the sailors up on the deck of the boat tossed down a line.Quickly,Roger tied it off to the wooden pier.Down at the other end of the pier,Smith was also tying a line.With a loud wooden 'thunk' a gangplank was lowered from the boat.

''Alright,get this cargo unloaded,quickly!'' One of the officers on the boat ordered.Up on deck,there was a hustle of movement from the sailors.A moment later,one of them came down the gangplank,wheeling a metal trolley.Secured to it,with heavy-duty cloth straps was a large metal drum.Behind him came another sailor,wheeling another drum on a second trolley.As they passed by Roger,he could faintly hear a soft groan,coming from inside the drum.

''Where are these from?'' Roger asked,falling in beside the lead sailor,as he dragged his load up the pier.

''China,'the man replied,'not sure where though.We picked 'em up near Shanghai.Our recruiters over there have been very busy lately.After this,we're heading right back to pick up another load.''

''Well,we'll find room for them when you do,'Roger told him.He helped the sailor lift the heavy metal drum into the back of the jeep.There was a groan from inside,muffled by the metal sides.When the sailor returned to the boat for another load,Roger secured the first drum with more straps.Nearby,Smith was loading the second drum into his jeep.

The sailors made half a dozen trips from the boats to the jeeps.After half an hour,both drivers had six drums loaded into the back of their vehicles.With a nod to the sailors,Roger got into the drivers seat and started the engine.He turned his jeep around and began the long drive back to the base,up the winding jungle road.

Dawn was just breaking over the eastern shore of the island when they reached the compound.A small pre-fabricated Quonset hut was built into the side of a steep hill.Palm trees and camoflague netting hid it from the air,while it hid the entrance to the larger complex underneath it.Another,larger hut for vehicles was hidden nearby.

A small party of men were waiting out in front of the hut.''Alright.Let's see what they've sent us this time...'' The man in front said,as Roger pulled to a stop.His men grinned eagerly.They hurried forward and quickly lifted one of the drums out of the trunk,and set it on the ground.Roger got out of the jeep and walked around,just as they prised open the lid off the the drum.

''mmmppphhh...'' A young woman stared up at them.Her eyes were wide with terror.Roger could see she was stripped completely naked.Her arms were bound behind her back with tight,white clothesline.Her upper body was also covered in the clothesline too,having several tight,horizontal loops wound above and below her breasts.These loops had been tied so tight around her,that they made her breasts much more impressive.A strip of cloth was clenched between her teeth,effectively gagging her and keeping her quiet during transport.

Twelve drums,twelve helpless women.Working quickly,the six slavers soon had all of them unloaded.The girls trembled in fear,lying on the ground,still tightly bound and gagged as the men looked down at their naked bodies.

''Why don't we get to know our new guests a little better?'' the leader of the slavers suggested with an evil smile.Along with the other men,Roger cheered lustfully....

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''This is my kind of mission!'' Naomi spoke cheerfully.The young woman lay back on the deck chair soaking in the warm,tropical sun.She had on a bright green bikini,and a pair of sunglasses.Her shoulder-length black hair was tied back out of the way.

'Nothing to do,but relax.'' she said,watching the blue-green waters of the south pacific as the 'Princess' cut gracefully through the waves.Here and there,small islands rose from the water,slowly drifting by as they sailed on.

''Don't get too comfortable,'' Lucy called from behind Naomi.She was seated at the ship's helm,controlling the slow cruise as they drifted through the island chain.Like the other woman,Lucy had on a skimpy blue bikini.Her looks marked her Chinese  ancestry.Her dark hair was tucked underneath a sun hat,and she also had on a pair of shades.''We're here to do a job.''

''We're meant to be posing as a civilian ship on holiday,'' Naomi shot back.''I'm helping to keep up appearances,in case our target happens to be watching us right now.It's the two below decks,who have the real job.''

''And I think we'd like a break from that!'' A woman called from below decks.''So why don't you come below and relive us.''

Naomi sighed:''Yes,ma'am,''she responded,getting up from the chair.Lucy stopped the yacht and the two walked over to the stairwell at the stern of the boat.Standing at the bottom of the stairs was Louise.The young woman was wearing the officers uniform of the Royal Navy,a short sleeved,white shirt with black shoulder lapels that showed gold markings on them both.They showed that Louise was a captain,and her long,dark brown hair fell past her shoulders,and also showed she was a highly attractive young woman.

A short distance away,the fourth member of the crew,Konnie,sat at her work-station,hunched over the large sophisticated console,that the navy engineers had installed on the ship's bridge.Like Louise,she was also wearing a navy uniform,though her dark skin marked in Pakistan origin.Even though the girls knew they were working undercover,Louise had insisted the girls on duty keep their uniforms on,just to make sure the discipline was intact.

''Pick up anything interesting,Konnie?'' Naomi asked,as she and Lucy grabbed their uniforms and put them on over their uniforms.

The other woman shook her head,turning from the screen to look at the other women.

'Nothing much,' she informed them with a shrug.''Picked up some radio chatter from a cargo freighter half an hour ago.Radio's got nothing.''

''Something will turn up sooner or later,'' Louise replied.Naomi took over the console from Konnie,who walked over to join Louise.The two stripped out of their uniforms,setting them aside in a neat pile.Like Naomi and Lucy,they had on swimsuits underneath the naval outfits.''Keep looking.Konnie and I will watch things on deck.''

''Roger,'' Naomi replied.As she watched the endless turning of the radar display,scanning through radio frequencies,hoping to pick up a signal,she thought back to the briefing the four had gotten,before they'd begun this assignment.

''As you ladies know,'' the admiral had said,when they'd assembled in his office back in London.''The Royal Navy has made one of its chief priorities,the stamping out of the modern slave trade wherever we can.'' He pointed to the map,projected on one wall of the office.It showed a stretch of the South Pacific,scattered with hundreds of tiny islands.

''We have reason to suspect a group of international slavers,are using one of the islands in this area as a base of operations,'the admiral informed,his voice grim,not liking what he was telling the girls.''The young women they kidnap from around the world,are shipped to the compound here,trained and finally sold to their new owners.Usually high class,black market brothels in Europe or the Far East.''

''Unfortunately,'' the admiral continued,''if the slavers do have a base here,they have it well hidden.Satellite and aerial reconnaissance haven't located it yet.In addition,many of these islands are owned by private individuals and corporations,some based in the UK,but most are foreign owned.This means we can't search the islands without strong evidence,and a warrant from the international court.Surveillance by warship has proved fruitless,our ships are spotted well before they reach the are,and the slavers disappear underground until we move on.''

He then pressed a button on his computer,and the slide changed.It showed a picture of a large yacht,next to schematics.''That's where you four come in.The admiralty has recently acquired this boat,the 'Princess',and has fitted it with the most advanced surveillance gear available.Since you won't be aboard a warship,hopefully,the slavers won't take any notice of you.''

He then picked up a stick,and used it to circle around a certain area of the map.

''This will be your first patrol area,'he told them,''I want you to cruise around these islands,until you pick up any activity that may indicate the location of the slavers base.Understand?''

The four girls nodded back at him,confidently.

''Good.Dismissed!''

Naomi sighed.That had been almost three weeks ago.It had taken them two days to travel out to meet their new vessel,three more days to sail to the island chain.The next two weeks had seen them sailing around,without catching even a hint that there might be a hidden slavers base on one of these islands.Although the four had maintained their professionalism and were committed to completing their assignment as best as possible,they had already resigned themselves to the likelihood that they weren't going to find anything.

''If there are any slavers operating in this area,''Naomi thought to herself.''Odds are,they're long gone by now...''

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With a loud groan,Robert suddenly come.The young woman kneeling between his legs gave a short whimper as he shot his load into her.The slaver glanced down at her,a leering grin on his face.She was a pretty young redhead,who'd been unlucky enough to catch the eyes of the slavers whilst on holiday a week ago.Soon,she'd just be another bound and gagged slave girl,serving her new master far away.

''Much better,my dear,''Robert told her,still with his leering grin,and he leaned back in his chair.The naked woman kept silent,her eyes down.The older man grinned.''I knew you'd improve once we got rid of that temper of yours.'' He remembered the girl when she'd first been brought to the island,fighting her handlers every step of the way as they carried her to the cells,making futile attempts to scream into her gag.It had taken a few days,but she was now totally subjugated.It was always a bad idea to resist,and the slavers reacted with harsh consequences if any of their pretty slaves stepped out of line.

Just then,there was a knock on the door.

''Back to your cage,my pretty,''Robert ordered her,and silently,the girl obeyed.Her head still bowed,as she moved.Robert couldn't resisist giving her a delightful slap on her rump.He enjoyed seeing the tight ropes over her wrists,but then called her back.She obeyed,kneeling before him again.

'I almost forgot,'he grinned,pulling out a balled up cloth,as he stuffed into her mouth,before adding another piece of cloth,tying it into a highly effective cleave gag on the girl.She whimpered again,feeling the cloth cutting tightly into the corners of her mouth.

He then suddenly lifted her into his arms,and carried her unresisting form into her cage,before he produced some more coils of strong,brown hemp rope,and he skillfully tied her ankles together.After that was completed,he turned the girl onto her back,fully enjoying the sight of her frightened eyes,and her impressive breasts.He started to squeeze both of them,smiling menacingly down at her as he did so.

''I'll be back for you later,my dear,''he promised,fully meaning it.Then,he left the cage,and locked the door.There were several other cages in the room,which each held another,imprisoned bound and gagged young woman.The cages were small,which only allowed each girl to sit up,but their heads and feet touched the bars,not giving them much room to stretch their aching bodies.

''Come in,'' Robert called towards the door,and a man entered.It was Charles Reed,the head of the base.

Charles glanced at the line of cages.''Evaluating the merchandise,eh Robert?'' he asked with a leering grin.

Robert shrugged.''Checking to see how their training is progressing.'' He nodded towards the redhead.''She's coming along nicely.I think in a couple of days,she might be put up for sale.''

''Good,'' Charles replied,as he grabbed a chair and sat down in front of Robert.''You used to work in recruiting,is that right? You were in charge of a snatch team.''

Robert nodded.''That's right/Back Stateside,company recruited me out of army special forces.Two years ago,we were doing a standard house call.A mother and her two daughters,late at night of course.The mother saw us coming,tagged me in the leg with a couple of pellets of buckshot.Cops managed to pull the DNA from the blood,which fingered me for the abductions.Company got wind of it from one of their informants,and pulled me out before I got nabbed.I can't go back to the United States or anywhere that has an extradition treaty with them,so I was re-assigned to training where I could lie low a while.''

''Do you still remember your training?'' Charles asked him.

''It's not something you forget,although I'm a little rusty,''Robert answered,before asking:''Why?''

''We've spotted a boat,sailing in our neighbourhood,'' Charles reached into his jacket and pulled out a phone.Turning it on,he showed Robert a series of photographs,showing a small,ocean going yacht.''It's been in the area for about three weeks.We suspect they may be spying on us.I'd like you to assemble a team from any personnel on the island,and pay them a visit.''

''Why don't you call headquarters?'' Robert asked.''I'm sure they could get a fully equipped team with more experience than I've got,out here in less than twenty four hours or less.It would certainly be less risky than trying to half-ass something like this.''

Charles shook his head.''And if they are spying on us? They might intercept our signal.Right now,they shouldn't be able to spot us,the base is camoflagued and shielded.The next shipment of slaves isn't due in for a few days,but bringing in a strike team by helicopter will certainly attract the wrong kind of attention.''

''Fine.What sort of passengers are aboard? Weapons?''

;;We've seen four people onboard,''Charles answered,flipping through several photographs.''They seem to be working in two man shifts,or rather:two woman shifts.''

Seeing the photographs Charles was showing him,Robert smiled.The photos weren't the best quality,but the four young women on them seemed hot enough,and the bikinis they were wearing certainly didn't hurt.

''Judging from the size of the boat,''Charles continued to inform him,''I doubt there are more than four.If they are naval,they're likely to have small arms on board.If they are naval,we'll need to take them out.If they're not,'he grinned,''I'm sure having four extra,pretty slaves won't hurt.''