(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/LindaAvatar04.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Linda Tuchamba</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving at Roquebrune-Cap-Martin harbour, then driving to Nice BAF office.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Nataliya Kobevko, Veronica Downing, three NPC women captives<br/><hr/><br/>It was about three in the morning when the<em>Dream of Freedom (http://www.dolphin-yachts.com/yacht_img/DYB4119(1).jpg)</em>motored softly into the small harbour at  Roquebrune-Cap-Martin. I found it cheaper here than anywhere else on the Côte d'Azur. The little harbour actually had a few working fishing boats. Up the coast towards Italy, the town of Menton had better facilities, and the other side of Monaco of course was Nice, with it's container port. But both of those ports had port authorities and customs offices and officials who asked awkward questions.<br/><br/>The harbour master at Roquebrune was a nice old man with a couple of pretty daughters that he regularly slept with and a wife he kept chained up in the kitchen. He was more than open to being bribed and so by mooring there I was free to come and go as I wished. I eased the sailing yacht up to her regular birth, nudged the quay, and after a brief burst astern and the wheel hard-over to take the way off and swing the stern in, I cut the engine. "Away bow!" I called to Natalie, my slave, who was standing on the bow of the boat, holding the painter in one hand and the main jib guy in the other.<br/><br/>She jumped and landed easily on the wooden jetty. I grabbed the stern painter and jumped too, lithe as a black panther. Between us we tied the<em>Dream</em>up, and I climbed back on board to see to the cargo.<br/><br/>The four women were in a special hold, constructed in the main cabin, directly under the big double bed. I always loved the irony of that: The fact that four helpless women were laying beneath me, listening to every sound I made as I fucked my own slave senseless, beat her, tortured her and just generally enjoyed not being one myself, always turned me oin that little bit more. My fuckslut helped me move the matress and lift the boards. Just in case any customs officer got too nosey, there was a plastic panel there, the exact same as the one on which the captives lay - the top, in fact, of the boat's fresh water tank. A duplicate of the tank top concealed the slaves.<br/><br/>The four of them were wrapped in industrial strength clingfilm from neck to ankles, gagged and blindfolded, and strapped down. As I removed the plastic lid, the smell from the hold hit me, the same as ever. Sweat, fear and piss. I removed the straps and immediately number four started wriggling. I punched her in the stomach. "Listen, bitch, if you keep this up, no-one is going to buy you and they'll put you down. Now I'm sure you don't want that, do you? The rest of you just behave the way you are and we'll get on just fine. It's been a long trip, but we only have a short way left to go.<br/><br/>We started with number four, I grabbed her shoulders and my slave grabbed her feet, and we carried her off the boat, in the darkness. I deliberately dropped her on the quay and again when we got to the beach, because she was wriggling again and trying to call out. "Look sweetie, it's your own fault. You ran. You should've stayed and begged daddy to pay your licence fee." I shrugged. It was none of my business. I'd caught this one by accident and was wishing I hadn't. If she could be properly trained, the pretty redhead would fetch a good price, but I had some doubts as to whether she could be. The other three, two blonds and an Asian with a Dutch passport, would bring in enough to cover the trip and give me a decent profit, but this redhead was one I was going to have to take what I could get for.<br/><br/>We made it to the Renault Kangoo van (http://www.vanplylining.com/images/detailed/0/renault_kangoo_1998-2009_header.jpg) that I'd left parked at the harbour three days before and I opened the back door. We heaved the captive in, and she landed with a thud on the hard wooden floor. There's an old puzzle. A man arrives at a river with a dog, a chicken and a bag of grain. There is a boat that has room for him and one of the other items only. If he leaves the dog with the chicken the dog will eat the chicken, and if he leaves the chicken with the grain, the chicken eats the grain. How does he get all three across?<br/><br/>Well, I had a similar problem. I needed my slave to help carry the others, but I couldn't leave this redhead bitch on her own, loose in the van, even shrink-wrapped the way she was. Fortunately, I'd had the foresight to install straps , hooks and eyes in lots of strategic places. I strapped her to the floor and left her there.<br/><br/>We went back to the boat for the other three, being more careful with them because they were being more docile. Loading took twenty minutes in total - five per captive. Five more minutes to put the bed back together and secure the boat and we were on our way. I drove, not because sexybitch couldn't, but because I wanted to. She would be driving us home, after I completed my business. It was just over half an hour by road from Roquebrune to the centre of Nice. I drove into the delivery bay in the BAF holding centre there, and backed up to the loading dock.<br/><br/>My contact was waiting. "Got four as usual, Gaston", I told him as I climbed out of the cab. Cuntlicker stayed in the van. She had bad memories of this place, apparently, and while I was cruel and sadistic, I tried not to be nasty about it. I had no idea if Gaston was his real name - it was just what I called him. I unlocked the back of the van and he clicked his fingers. Two big burley slave handlers came forward and grabbed the first package, hauled her out, stripped the packaging off her, and began their examination. Two more grabbed the second captive. After a few minutes the first team nodded and one of them told Gaston their DMV estimate. I nodded. It was about what I expected. That team shoved the woman into a holding cage and went back for number three. The second team finished and hesitated, then advanced to undo the straps on the redhead.<br/><br/>I stood well back.