Chapter 4: Evil Woman

As noted, missions continued to keep Michael’s family busy. Their next one was really nasty. Magnolia Amora Lestrange headed a particularly virulent branch of Earth Firsters, composed exclusively of women. A self-proclaimed disciple of the long dead Marie Catherine Laveau, she sought to assume the dead woman’s title Voodoo Queen of New Orleans as a means of consolidating her power.

‘Queen’ Lestrange, as she styled herself, was a hate-filled Firster because her CAP was too low to be a sponsor, and she’d be damned if she would be anyone’s slave. She was very smart and had high sub-scores in many desirable areas. On the other hand, her sub-scores for such areas as loyalty and integrity were so low as to be nonexistent. She made sociopaths look virtuous.

She had a core group of twenty-two followers, with a wide range of motivations. Some, like her, simply resented not scoring high enough to qualify for extraction. Several, like the twins Madeline and Mary Hammer, were out and out lesbian man-haters. Most were simply opportunists who enjoyed having slave labor, slave studs, or the proceeds from owning slave prostitutes. For the opportunists, Earth First was only a name they used to organize. None of the twenty-two had any redeeming feature.

Possibly, they would never have appeared on the harem’s radar but for an extraction at a conference in New Orleans for Certified Professional Midwives (CPMs) and Lamaze instructors. Cathleen and Sunny had identified the conference as a prime opportunity to fill colony requests for birthing assistants, and they intended to siphon off a share for their own colony’s needs. They were there to cherry pick and select prior to the larger extraction coming down.

In a major error in judgment, Queen Lestrange and her sycophants infiltrated the conference. She hadn’t anticipated an extraction, she was planning a kidnapping - actually, multiple kidnappings.

Somehow, Lestrange had learned of the colonies’ need for midwives, and she intended to make money from that knowledge by kidnapping the participants and selling them to the Confederacy. She reasoned that the Confederacy considered concubines to be sex slaves, so they should be more than willing to buy prime pussy - especially talented pussy. She also wanted to handpick some prime stuff for her own needs - white slavery in a whorehouse.

Her plan was reminiscent of the harem’s earlier operation at the Firster kidnapping of the entire girls’ school. Lestrange’s crew had planted gas canisters they would trigger remotely. When the participants collapsed, the women would enter the conference hall though a basement service entrance and load the sleeping men and women into large delivery trucks to haul them away. If some of them suffocated from being stacked one upon another, what the hell, every shipment had some spoilage!

In their meetings, Cathleen and Sunny found they were learning new aspects of their profession. Dora alerted them, <There is some sort of device planted in each of the conference rooms. Looks like canisters, so be wary of gas. I’m sending in the Nerds for disposal and two back up teams.>

Dora was ‘silent’ for a short while, then <The Nerds grabbed their gear and should already be through the transporter my drone dropped upstairs. Patricia, Naomi, Hannah, and Richard are backing them up. Rachel, Carole, Michael, Ginger, and Katie were in conference. Katie will hold the fort and the others should be suited up and through within five more minutes.>

<Okay, we’re ready to direct operations, if we can figure out what they will be, > Cathleen responded.

<I know you Loves are packing and wearing Kevlar, but don’t do anything stupid, > that, a plaintive ‘voice’ from Dora. <Remember your nanites will take care of almost any knockout agent, let’s hope they aren’t using something deadly like chlorine.>

<I’d evacuate the building, but that would probably cause whoever is doing this to trigger the gas.> said Cathleen as she saw Billie enter the room. <Oops, too late, people are dropping.>

Cathleen looked over to Sunny who was checking one of the fallen attendees. Sunny gave a thumb’s up and passed on through Dora, <She’s breathing fine. Looks like knockout gas.>

<Dora, tell the teams to split into twos and spread into each meeting room. Let’s play dead and see what happens. ‘Deputy rules’ - stingers preferred, deadly force authorized. We can always memory wipe any bad guy survivors.> Cathleen positioned herself where she could see the main entrance and motioned Sunny to cover her back. She laid down with a stinger in her left hand and her favorite pistol in her right -- tucked close to her side, mostly hidden from sight.

About five minutes later a gas masked head peered into the room. Three similarly masked women followed the first and began checking a few bodies to assure they were out cold. <My drones count fifteen in the building and one standing watch at a truck outside, > announced Dora.

Each team silently counted off to Dora the total in their view, and when her tally matched the number reported, she informed Cathleen who gave the go ahead to commence operations. Fifteen bodies dropped and were quickly disarmed. <They have walkie-talkies, > warned Dora. <Best to get to that outside guard quickly.>

Using Dora and her drones to track the guard, Michael and Hannah exited the building and stunned her when she turned her back. They dragged the unconscious guard back into the building, and the gray interdiction field for the preplanned extraction cut the conference off from the outside world.

Queen Lestrange was beside herself when the word of the pickup arrived. Two thirds of her group was gone, and she had no idea if their kidnapping attempt had started, or if they would be killed for possessing weapons during a Confederacy extraction. Worse, she saw dollar signs bolting right out the window. She felt a need to take her frustrations out on someone, so she walked into the next room and kicked the young woman she was breaking in to be her personal slave-attendant.

She didn’t think that - given the circumstances -- the Confederacy would hunt for her. US marshals were not even a glimmer on her horizon. But for her hubris, she could have escaped well ahead of the retribution headed her way.

The interrogations of the captured (potential) kidnappers revealed appalling information - they weren’t just potential kidnappers, they were responsible for something like three years’ worth of men, women, and children missing from the greater New Orleans area.

With Dora’s help, interrogation teams were able to sift falsehoods from truth. In many cases she ferreted information by reading body language when specific questions were asked. Law enforcement teams, made aware of where to look, were able to verify and act.

One significant fact surfaced early. The captive kidnappers were terrified of Queen Lestrange and her ‘magic.’ They so feared her that they all volunteered for the Earth Defense Force’s Jackass Company to keep from facing her. Hannah’s earlier on-the-spot inspiration was once again proving useful in preventing the tying up of time, courts, and prisons. Recent legislation also helped.

Upon the landing of the Sa’arm, many states, Louisiana included, quickly passed laws prohibiting the early release of felons convicted of violent crimes. Instead, when the arrival of the Sa’arm units was imminent, felons were to be issued water, rations, weapons, and ammunition and told for each Sa’arm killed, six months would be taken off the killer’s sentence. Bleeding hearts who protested were given the opportunity to select one felon apiece who would live with them in their home with the selected felon to be their sole responsibility.

So far in Louisiana, there had been no applicants...

Coordinating the raids on the queen’s various Firster operations had proved complex and time consuming. The harem, in their roles as deputy US marshals, was taking on the Queen’s lair while other agencies went after various brothels, businesses, drug stashes, and other elements of this Firsters’ network. Some twenty-five to thirty men, women, and children were being held in the Queen’s combination brothel and training facility.

The extra few days proved useful. Dora was able to slip her drones into each of the locations, giving the raiders much information on the opposition to be encountered. Eavesdropping also provided the location of other, secondary properties where prisoners - slaves - were held. This was a very nasty crowd, the core group supported by an as-yet-undetermined number of almost as evil underlings. The Jackass Company might just become the Jackass Battalion!

Queen Lestrange lived in a late 1800’s mansion located several blocks from the French Quarter and somewhat closer to the Mississippi River. Records show that following Hurricane Katrina, Lestrange purchased most of the property between her headquarters and the river. Many properties were purchased at distressed prices, and there were reports that other sales were coerced or fraudulent.

The building had been restored to its original glory, and subsequently, fronted as a bed and breakfast. In reality, it had a few rooms dedicated to that purpose, but the majority was used to break captives into sexual slavery and train them into prostitution and perversions as purchased by favored clients. It was no coincidence that Queen Lestrange resided on the third floor where she could supervise and participate in the evil activities.

Dora’s drones were able to infiltrate most of the mansion. Exceptions were the Queen’s personal rooms and several others where slaves-in-the-making were sequestered. Lestrange’s security, the product of a paranoid personality, was phenomenal. Penetration was going to require subterfuge and some forms of brute force.

It was just after midnight when the hard faced, leather attired, man entered the lobby of Queen Lestrange’s lair. He carried a braided leather quirt that he rhythmically smacked into his left palm, and with each impact, the mixture of women with him cringed or shuddered. All were clad in transparent, harem-style clothing that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. At their rear was a plain-faced but voluptuous woman also clad in leather and carrying a quirt. At the tip of each lash, her quirt had tiny brass balls that clinked.

<She’s watching on the house security circuit, > Dora told them silently <time to step it up.> Michael turned to the young women, motioned, and said, “All right bitches, line up. Hop to it!”

Five beauties, red head, blonde, exotically dark, short, tall, slim, and voluptuous scrambled into a line, fear clear on their faces. The leather-clad woman stepped up and smacked the tiny blonde across the butt with the handle of her quirt.

“Easy there,” admonished Michael, “don’t mark the merchandise.”

He stepped to the hostess and said, “I called your mistress earlier for an appointment. She wished to see samples of my merchandise. I’m here with my samples.” He turned to the security camera. “If you are still in the market, there are more where these came from. I brought them a long way, let’s get the show on the road!”

From the ceiling came the disembodied voice of Queen Lestrange, “Let them pass, Desiree, BUT through the metal detector. Monsieur, no weapons, but your bitch may keep her discipliner.”

Michael pulled his Glock from its shoulder holster, ejected the magazine and the chambered round, and handed his weapon to the hostess. He pocketed the magazine after inserting the single round, motioned his partner forward, and nodded significantly.

Carole frowned at him, imitated his actions with her own Glock, and stood silent.

Michael glared at her and barked, “The others, dammit!”

The woman in leathers glared back, pulled a knife from each boot, and slammed them into Desiree’s hands, almost causing the hostess to fall. Michael reached out to steady her and apologized, “Sorry, she can be a really nasty cunt sometimes.”

Desiree nodded her thanks and motioned them towards an opening bracketed by airport-style metal detectors. They buzzed as each individual passed through. The parade was halted by two identically clothed women who wanded them individually. Michael grimaced in apology and handed over his cell phone and the clip he had pocketed. He also removed his jacket and explained, “wired.” Each was examined and returned to him without comment.

As each of the girls was wanded, she showed her metal bracelets, necklaces, and other jewelry. It also became very clear that their hands were bound. Last was Carole who produced her jacket, loaded magazine, and cell phone for inspection and received them back with poor grace.

Dora’s drones had informed them of the presence of an elevator, but their escorts led them to a wide, sweeping stair up to the second floor. Crossing a wide parlor area they were ushered through a door and climbed the stairs to a largish third floor room in front of a pair of carved doors. They waited in the unfurnished room until the Queen’s voice directed, “Leave all but one of the slaves with your head cunt. She can watch them while I test the training of the one you bring - your pick. I’ll want to test each one.”

The left door opened. One escort, Michael, and Hannah entered a foyer that appeared to serve as an airlock. As one set of doors closed, Lestrange’s voice told them to wait. Ears popped with a change of air pressure, then another pair of doors opened. They were now in the presence. Queen Lestrange sat on a throne-like chair, legs spread, with a weeping woman kneeling and licking Lestrange’s pussy. Security monitors were mounted on all the walls, and on several, Michael could see Carole walking around her charges.

Others showed various rooms, including four that Dora’s drones had not penetrated. Two of the latter were unoccupied, the third was full of young children lying asleep on the floor, and the fourth held a naked young man and four similarly naked young women kneeling in front of empty chairs. A brutish, heavy-set woman was berating them and brandishing a whip in one hand and a knife in the other.

Several rooms showed sex in progress, some with weeping women, girls, or men - clearly victims.

Lestrange orgasmed on the tongue of the woman between her legs, and for a few seconds her eyes rolled sightless. Dora, using cameras embedded in her two spouses’ clothing, saw the inattention and acted. She fed continuous prepared loop recordings into the building’s defenses and signaled <done!> to everyone waiting.

The harem’s pregnant home team, sitting with fingers poised, triggered stingers mounted on Dora’s pre-positioned and aimed drones in every possible room. Evil minions and evil customers alike dropped. A few prisoners and slaves were stunned by the spillover, but the majority were unaffected and sat fearfully in place.

One of the waiting team tied their stunned guard with the ‘bindings’ from her wrists while the rest paired up and raced through the house to ensure the predators were truly unconscious and also bound. Lestrange’s prisoners were reassured and encouraged to wait quietly for the cleanup team. Nevertheless, several began kicking and hitting their former abusers.

Carole and Rachel rushed to the room containing the sleeping children. Upon arrival, they spread a transporter pad, and a waiting team stepped through to bundle up the sleepers and transport them to their reception on the moon. Then Carole and Rachel were off at top speed to another room without a drone.

As they ran, Dora used the security camera in the room with the young men and women and saw the heavy woman about to use the knife on one of the kneeling women. She broadcast into the room, “stop her; hold her; help is on the way.”

Whip-woman, stopped and turned towards the speaker, only to be met by a flying chair flung by the young man. As she staggered back he grabbed the whip from her hand, wrapped it once around her neck, and pulled. The young woman under attack grabbed the fallen knife with her bound hands. As she rose, she stabbed the evil woman just above her pubis, and, two-handed, ripped upwards until the razor sharp knife stuck in her nemesis’s sternum.

The smell of blood, shit, and piss notified the room that this fight was over.

As the body fell, twitched, and bled out, the four young women gathered around her and spat, then turned and hugged the man who was still holding the whip

Thanks to Dora’s looped videos, Queen Lestrange remained blissfully unaware and thought herself in complete control.

She pointed at the diminutive Hannah and motioned her forward. “Let’s see how well you’ve trained her to eat pussy.”

Hannah advanced on her prey, then at Dora’s silent signal, stopped and said, “Magnolia Amora Lestrange, you are under arrest...”

Perhaps unimpeded, the Queen’s pistol would have been fast enough, but the young woman licking her pussy opened up and bit down as hard as her jaws could leverage. The top of Lestrange’s cunt was savaged, and her clit was gone. Still, she shrieked and strove to bring her arm up to fire. Her effort ceased when Hannah’s ceramic knife, drawn from her coiled braids, was rammed under Lestrange’s jaw, through her mouth, and into her brain.

Michael, a simultaneous recipient of Dora’s signal, spun as he fisted the full magazine from his pocket. He struck his guard in the throat, crushing her larynx. The woman grabbed her neck and fell to the floor choking and kicking. As he reached for the woman’s belt knife, he thought, ‘damn, and I thought a roll of pennies made a good sap.’

Loathe to let her die when he could save her, Michael poked a hole in her trachea below the crushed larynx, took his ballpoint pen apart, and used the tube to hold open her new air passage. “Stay still,” he told her. “Medical help is on the way.”

He removed his leather jacket and removed the concealed transported pad. Once it was opened on the floor, the stand-by medical team materialized and began working on the downed guard.

Hannah turned and kissed the bloody lips of the astonished woman beside her. After a simultaneous query to Dora, she asked, “Belle Evangeline Boucher, I think you just saved my life. Will you go to the stars with me?”

Behind Hannah, Michael nodded vigorously. When Belle stated her acceptance, Michael elaborated, “Step through this portal, and a family member will meet you. They’ll explain everything your acceptance means, and you’ll have a chance to reaffirm or not. At any rate, you are safe, and if you still wish, you can go to the stars.”

When Carole entered the room containing the dead torturer, the smell transported her back to the time and farm where she had killed her own rapist. She nodded to the room’s occupants and told them, “It’s over. You are safe. We’ll get you out of here, now.”

Rachel, having positioned the transporter pad dropped by Dora’s drone, waited for Dora’s signal, then said, “Step through here and move aside to make room for the folks behind you. You’re going to the moon for now so we can sort things out and get you medical attention. I would expect that you’d be offered an extraction.” Having been informed of the sequence of events, she looked significantly at the young man who was still holding the whip.

<Dora, is he a family or team candidate?> she asked her sister-spouse.

<I vote yes, > came the response. <Benjamin Henry Caxon is already a sponsor candidate, and his profile matches our wants. We’ll need to retest to see how this mess has affected the group. Body language says he has bonded with all the women present, but that should present no problem.>