Lost and Found  Part 1: Lost 
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Three girls investigate a cruise ship disappearance


BASED ON TRUE EVENTS

Rania, Misty, and Danielle, three sexy college students, sat on the
comfortable couch in their apartment, studying for their midterms. The table
in front of the couch was covered with textbooks, notebooks, soda cans, and
various kinds of junk food.

The quiet was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the telephone ringing.
Rania, who was closest to the phone, reached over and picked it up.

"Hello? Yes, she's right here." Rania looked at Danielle. "It's for you, Dani.
A woman named Tamara."

Danielle picked up the phone. "Hi, Tammy. I haven't heard from you for a long
time. How are you..."

As the woman on the other end began talking, a dark frown and an alarmed look
appeared on Danielle's face. Misty and Rania both looked up from their books,
watching their friend worriedly.

"Yes, I think it's better if you tell the details in person," Dani finally
said. "No, no, it's okay, please come right over. My parents gave you the
address when you got my number? Great. See you soon." She hung up, the dark
expression still on her face.

"So what's going on?" asked Misty.

Danielle took a deep breath. "Before I transferred to high school with you
guys, I had a best friend at my old school named Kirsten. I've told you about
her. Tammy is Kirsten's mom. A few weeks ago, the two of them went on a cruise
together. One night, Kirsten just vanished from the ship. Disappeared without
a trace."

"Oh my God," said Rania and Misty at exactly the same time.

Dani continued. "Tammy's been frantically searching all this time, but hasn't
been able to find anything. The cruise ship officials seem to be trying to
hush the whole thing up and the FBI doesn't seem to care very much about the
whole thing. Tammy's tried calling other law enforcement agencies, but they
say only the FBI has jurisdiction over those cases. She's tried private
investigators, lawyers...Finally, she said she called me because she
remembered my...combat skills. She drove four hours from her hometown to come
here. She called from a gas station a couple of miles away. She should be here
in a few minutes."

Misty and Rania each held one of Dani's hands. Misty shook her head. "Even
though we've never met Kirsten, you've told us enough about her that we feel
like we know her."

Rania nodded. "And whatever you decide to do about this, we're in this
together."

"All the way," Misty added.

Danielle managed a faint smile. "Thanks, guys," she said. The three pretty
girls embraced. The books and snacks lay on the table forgotten.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Dani jumped up, the other two girls
right behind her. Dani opened the front door. A slim, attractive middle-aged
woman with shoulder-length blonde hair stood there.

"Hi, Tammy," said Danielle, giving the woman a hug. "It's good to see you
after all these years. I only wish it was under happier circumstances."

"As do I, Dani. Thank you for seeing me."

As Tammy stepped inside, Danielle said, "These are my roommates, Rania and
Misty."

"Nice to meet you," said Misty.

"Can I get you anything, Ms. ..." said Rania.

"Please, call me Tammy. And no thanks, I'm not really in the mood for anything
except getting this off my chest." The four women sat down on the couch and
Tammy began her story.

"Kirsten got a promotion to assistant manager at the store where she works. I
decided to take her on a cruise to celebrate. We sailed on the Royal Carnival
Princess ship 'Floatyourboat' out of Miami. It was a weeklong cruise with
stops at Cozumel, Honduras, and the Cayman Islands. The night before we got
into Honduras, I was getting ready to go to bed around eleven. Kirsten said
she was going dancing and she'd be back in a few hours. She usually stayed out
late and came in without waking me up. That was the last time I ever saw her.
When I woke up the next morning I was all alone." Tammy let out a sniffle and
Dani held her comfortingly.

"I contacted security immediately, but they were unable to find her," Tammy
went on. "Or so they said. They didn't seem to be trying very hard. One of the
security guys even said that my daughter most likely wanted to escape her old
life and just walked off the ship. We had docked in Honduras by then. But I
know that's impossible. Kirsten was overjoyed with her promotion and
completely happy with her life. Something terrible's happened to her, I can
feel it in my heart. But I can also feel that she's still alive. A mother
knows those things. She's been kidnapped, I just know it. Later on the cruise,
one of the room stewards came up to me. He was very nervous, like he didn't
want anyone to see him talking to me. He told me that Kirsten wasn't the first
one to disappear from that ship. Several others have mysteriously vanished,
mostly attractive young women. He said there are rumors that sex slavers are
working that ship and some of the crew are involved in covering it up. Royal
Carnival Princess certainly acts like they're hiding something. The FBI hasn't
been able to help. No one's been able to help. So I came to you."

"Don't worry, Tammy," said Danielle. "We're going to find your daughter."

"And we know just how we're going to do it, too," added Rania. Danielle and
Misty immediately knew what she was thinking. The three girls knew one another
that well.

"What are you going to do?" Tammy asked.

"We're going undercover as bait on that ship," said Misty, saying what she
knew Rania and Dani were thinking too.

"WHAT?! No!" said Tammy. "I didn't come here to ask you to put your lives in
danger. We're dealing with very cruel and evil people here. Roatan, the island
off the coast of Honduras where the cruise ship ports in, is a pretty tropical
paradise with lovely beaches. But just a few miles away on the mainland is a
land of extreme poverty, high crime, and powerful gangs who own the police.
The slavers take their victims to the mainland and then sell them off to the
scum of the earth from all over the world."

Danielle looked into the older woman's blue eyes. "Come on. How else are we
going to find out what's going on? Besides, we know how to take care of
ourselves. And take care of anyone who threatens us."

At first glance, the three young women did not look very dangerous. They were
slim, pretty college girls. But their bodies, although slender, were also
muscular (but still feminine). Rania was a 5'8", 125-pound Lebanese beauty
with dark brown hair that went down to the middle of her back, dark brown
eyes, a deep tan, and firm 34B breasts. Danielle had a mix of French and Irish
heritage. She stood at 5'6" and 120 pounds, with long medium-brown hair, blue
eyes, and a pair of impressive and large for her slim figure 34C breasts.
Misty was the smallest of the three at 5'4" and 112 pounds. She was an East
Asian hottie with long jet black hair, brown eyes, and perky 32B breasts. All
three girls had elegant, high-cheekboned, model-like faces.

Despite their thin and feminine figures, the three young ladies were very
lethal, being well trained with weapons and in hand-to-hand combat. They also
had experience with deadly situations, having had violent encounters with
terrorists, mercenaries, pirates, and zombies, and had come out on top each
time.

"I still think it sounds really dangerous," said Tammy. "But I know Danielle's
an expert markswoman, martial artist, and gymnast, and from listening to and
looking at you girls I get the impression you two are too."

"Well, Rania and I aren't quite Olympic-level gymnasts like Dani is," said
Misty. "But we can do decent back flips, and we're great with guns and martial
arts."

"Don't worry about us," Rania added. "We have what it takes to get the job
done." She looked at the older woman confidently.

"All right. I can see that you can take care of yourselves," said the blonde,
noting the high level of muscle tone and extreme definition on Rania's
forearms. If not for the colorful, feminine bracelets she was wearing, they
could have easily passed for a man's arms.

"I guess your undercover operation is the best way. But I insist on paying for
your cruise," Tamara finished.

"Thanks, Tammy," said Danielle, giving her a hug. "We really appreciate it.
Tuition is expensive."

Misty had retrieved her laptop and was already looking at the Royal Carnival
Princess website. "The Floatyourboat next sails out of Miami in four days.
They still have a few open cabins left and one of them's got our name on it."

"Thank you so much for doing this," said Tammy.

"If Dani's friend is in trouble, then it's our duty to get involved," said
Rania.

"Hang on, Kirsten. We're coming for you," said Danielle out loud. "And we'll
gladly miss our midterms to do it."

"Hear, hear," said Rania and Misty at exactly the same time.

* * *

MURDER RATES PER 100,000 PEOPLE (STATISTICS FROM UNITED NATIONS OFFICE ON
DRUGS AND CRIME)

Iceland 0.3

Singapore 0.3

Japan 0.4

Austria 0.6

Norway 0.6

Switzerland 0.7

Germany 0.8

Spain 0.8

Denmark 0.9

Italy 0.9

New Zealand 0.9

Australia 1.0

China 1.0

Sweden 1.0

France 1.1

Netherlands 1.1

Poland 1.1

United Kingdom 1.2

Croatia 1.4

Greece 1.5

Canada 1.6

Israel 2.1

Lebanon 2.2

South Korea 2.6

Chile 3.2

Turkey 3.3

Argentina 3.4

India 3.4

United States 4.2

Thailand 4.8

Philippines 5.4

Pakistan 7.8

Russia 10.2

Nigeria 12.2

Zimbabwe 14.3

North Korea 15.2

Mexico 16.9

Kenya 20.1

Brazil 21.0

South Africa 31.8

Colombia 33.4

Jamaica 52.2

El Salvador 69.2

Honduras 91.6

Rania gulped when she read that.

* * *

FOUR DAYS LATER

Rania, Misty, and Danielle stood on the balcony of their cabin, watching the
receding shoreline as the Floatyourboat steamed away from Miami. They then
stepped inside to discuss their battle plan. It was a nice cabin, spacious
even for three, and in fact was considered a small suite. Tammy had been
generous in the accomodations she had given them. There were two twin beds and
a pullout sofa bed. The girls wished they were cruising under happier
circumstances.

"From what Tammy told us, it seems like the kidnappers watch for attractive
young women at the dance clubs to pick their targets," said Misty. "Then they
pounce when the girls look alone and vulnerable."

"Tammy also suspects that the security guard who tried to make it sound like
Kirsten wandered off on her own is involved in this," Rania added. "She said
the guard's name was Beppo."

"Then there was the helpful room steward who tipped Tammy off to the other
disappearances," said Danielle. "Too bad she wasn't able to get his name, only
a description. If we could find him he might be able to help us."

"I think tonight we should get acquainted with the layout of the ship, try to
find any hiding places that kidnappers might hold their victims before taking
them off the ship, and also look around to see if anyone's acting suspicious,"
said Rania. "The disappearances seem to take place when the ship gets to
Honduras. The gang probably has a base there. We won't get there for a few
days. But it won't hurt to try to attract the gang's attention before then. By
tomorrow night we should be fully familiar with the ship and we'll be ready to
begin baiting."

* * *

THE NEXT EVENING

The girls were in their cabin, ready to go out. Their explorations the night
before, involving sneaking into places passengers were not supposed to go, had
revealed several out-of-the-way spaces that would be good for hiding kidnap
victims. They had also found Beppo, the suspicious security guy, and
discovered that he was the assistant chief of security. They had not, however,
been able to find the steward who had helped Tammy.

After doing their research last night, that morning Danielle had wanted to
spend the day in the cabin worrying until evening rolled around and it was
time to hit the clubs for baiting. It had taken Rania and Misty a while to
coax her out of it. They had finally gotten her to change her mind by telling
her that Kirsten would have wanted her to pass the idle time with fun rather
than worrying. That was true, and Danielle knew it. The girls had breakfast at
the buffet, then changed into their bikinis and spent the morning trying the
various pools and the waterslide. Lunch was burgers and fries at the poolside
bar. After lunch, they played miniature golf on the nine-hole course on the
sun deck, then tried their luck in the casino. They had an early dinner in the
steakhouse and finally headed back to their cabin to prepare for a night of
investigative work.

Rania was wearing a long, sleeveless red dress with a sexy slit on one side.
With the dress she wore matching-color elbow-length red gloves that showed off
her superbly toned and darkly tanned upper arms, and knee-high black boots.
Misty wore a black miniskirt that showed off her slender but muscular and
tanned thighs, a tight white long-sleeved top, and knee-high black boots
similar to Rania's. While Rania's boots were flats, Misty's had four-inch
stiletto heels so the two girls would look the same height. Rania and Misty
were going to hit the clubs together. With their beauty, choice of attire, and
plans to dance together a little sexually, giving the public a teasing hint of
bicuriosity, they would surely gain the attention of any kidnappers who
happened to be lurking around.

Danielle wore skintight black pants that showed off her muscular ass, black
sneakers, and a tight black sweater that accented her 34C's. She was planning
to spy on Beppo and to try to discover if he was indeed involved in the
disappearance of Kirsten, and if he was, to find out who else was working with
him. Right before they left, the three girls touched their fists together.
"Let's stay safe and kick some ass," said Rania.

* * *

Misty smiled as she and Rania walked down the hallway. "I like being your
height," she said. "Now I only wish I was as tanned as you."

"Come on, Misty. You're plenty tanned. You look great."

"But not as dark as you, Rani."

"That's our genetics. Where our ancestors are from. Beirut is warmer and
sunnier than Sapporo. It's all part of the wonderful world of human
biodiversity."

"I guess you're right. And you look just like your namesake, Queen Rania.
Except much younger, of course."

Rania laughed. "I wasn't named for Queen Rania. But I do look like her."

"Okay, when we get to the dance floor we should dance sexy with each other,
but not too flagrantly," said Misty, getting down to business. "We don't want
to be too obvious. Or get kicked out."

"Dancing sexy with you is definitely not a problem. You're a hot piece of
ass." The girls were kind of bicurious for real.

* * *

As expected, Beppo was at his position behind the security desk. Across from
the ship's security headquarters were the duty-free shops, and Danielle had
the perfect cover pretending to browse through the various goods while spying
on her target. Nothing much happened for a while, but Dani kept her patience.
After about thirty minutes, a man in a ship's officer's uniform appeared and
began talking to Beppo in a low voice.

Dani frowned as she watched them, pretending to be interested in a purse so
not to look suspicious. In real life, a tomboyish girl like her had little use
for purses. The girls had done their homework, learning all about the various
crew members on a cruise ship, what each one's responsibilities were, and what
their uniforms and rank insignia looked like. Dani knew that Beppo's position
reported to the ship's security officer. And she could see that the man Beppo
was talking to now was not the security officer, but, according to his uniform
and insignia, the third officer, who was supposed to be involved with
navigation. Perhaps they had a legitimate reason for talking, but Dani made a
mental note to keep an eye on the third officer.

* * *

On the dance floor, Rania and Misty had made quite an impression on the crowd.
They had already gotten some attention by playfully dancing together and
occasionally rubbing their asses against each other. Then, after one guy had
tried to show that he was all that by doing a series of cartwheels and
handsprings for the audience, the girls decided to display their athleticism
and femininity by doing tumbling moves of their own in skirts and dresses, and
in Misty's case high heels. Rania performed a sequence across the floor of
eight standing back handsprings in a row and finished with a back tuck. Misty
did a tumbling pass of a roundoff, half a dozen back handsprings, and finished
with a split-leg layout. The people in the audience, both male and female,
clapped and whistled appreciatively. "Too bad Dani isn't here!" commented
Misty. "Her tumbling skills are so good, half the guys here would cream their
pants watching her!"

As the two girls took a break in the corner and had drinks - vodka for Misty
and tequila for Rania - the Middle Eastern girl nodded at two men in the
opposite corner. "Those guys haven't been dancing or cheering at all. They've
just been watching people, and mostly young women. I think I've seen them
around. I think they're off-duty waiters."

"I noticed it too," said Misty. "They're definitely suspicious. Well, we
certainly got their attention. Men nowadays have strong fetishes for athletic
girls. We're prime goods in their eyes."

* * *

Back in their cabin, the girls compared notes before going to bed. The next
morning, they awoke to the ship pulling into Cozumel, Mexico. They had decided
to go ashore and they spent the morning snorkeling, had lunch at a local taco
bar, then spent the afternoon lying on a beach working on their tans.
Throughout the day, they kept a sharp eye out for anything suspicious. Tammy
had said the kidnappers were probably operating out of Honduras, not Mexico,
but the young ladies wanted to keep their guard up at all times.

The day passed peacefully, however, and only thoughts of Kirsten and what she
might be going through kept their status on alert. That evening, they donned
evening gowns for a formal night in the main dining room. After dinner,
Danielle and Misty went dancing together, again trying to attract the
kidnappers' attention, while Rania spied on Beppo. Her suspicions that
something was up increased when she saw the two suspicious waiters that she
and Misty had noticed the night before come and talk to Beppo. The third
officer that Danielle had spoken about also chatted with the security man for
a while. When the girls called it a night and met to compare notes, all three
were convinced that the four men were working together and up to no good.

When they woke up on day four, their hearts were beating just a little faster.
They knew that tomorrow, day five, was when the ship would dock in Honduras.
They also knew that night four was the night on the previous cruise when
Kirsten had disappeared. Again they tried to distract themselves, starting
with video games in the arcade, then heading to the gym to work out their
firm, toned bodies. After lunch at the pizza parlor, they got massages at the
spa and finished the afternoon quietly reading and relaxing in the library.

After a quick and early dinner at the buffet, evening finally rolled around.
All three young women had a feeling in their hearts that something big was
going to happen tonight. Rania and Danielle were going dancing, while Misty
would take her turn watching Beppo. By having three different girls spy on the
security man on three different nights, he would be less likely to get
suspicious.

Misty browsed through a bookstore as she watched the security guard. Suddenly,
her cell phone rang. Several people who were reading looked at her, annoyed.

"Sorry," she whispered. She went into the hallway to take the call. It was one
of her college professors, of all people. She had far more important things to
worry about right now. After making a clever excuse to get rid of him, she
turned off her phone.

The two off-duty waiters were again watching young ladies dance. After a
while, the two men split up. Dani and Rania quickly conferred with each other
and agreed to each follow a waiter. As Dani followed her man at a safe
distance, she rounded a corner and almost bumped smack into a room steward.

"Sorry," she said. She looked at him and a flash of recognition came into her
brown eyes. He matched the description of the man who had helped Tammy!

"Excuse me," she said. "Do you remember a woman named Tammy on a cruise a few
weeks ago?"

The steward's eyes widened and he looked around nervously. Motioning for her
to follow him into an alcove, he began whispering.

"Yes. Her daughter disappeared from this ship. I think she was kidnapped by
sex slavers. I suspect that one of the officers is involved and he's using his
rank to cover things up. I've been spying on him when I can and I've
discovered...unhhh!"

The steward's body suddenly jerked. Dani looked at him and gasped in horror
when she saw that a spear had impaled his chest. A second later, he slumped
dead to the floor. Looking up in alarm, she saw the waiter she had been
following. He was holding a spear gun.

The waiter raised the weapon to fire again. Dani took a deep breath. She had
to time this just right. When she saw his body tense, she launched herself
into a standing layout backflip. The spear sailed safely between her legs as
she was flipping. Landing perfectly on her feet, she quickly but elegantly
knelt down, yanked the first spear out of the dead steward's chest, and hurled
it with deadly accuracy at the waiter before he could fire again. Her lethally
strong throw sent the spear right into the waiter's throat. He collapsed,
gurgling as he died.

Danielle smiled. Then her smile turned to a frown as she sensed someone behind
her. She began whirling around, but it was too late. She was hit in the head
with something heavy and slumped down unconscious.

The ship's third officer smirked evilly as he bopped poor Dani on her brunette
head with the butt of his pistol. Looking around to make sure no one was
watching, he began dragging her down the hall.

* * *

Rania followed her man through several corridors, wondering what he was up to.
Suddenly, the waiter's walkie-talkie squawked. She heard him say, "Yes, boss,"
and quickly change direction. She followed, being careful not to let him
notice her.

The waiter stopped in front of a service elevator and pressed the button.
Rania cursed softly to herself. There was no way she could follow him onto
there. She watched to see what floor the car was going to, then looked around
for the nearest set of stairs.

She emerged on one of the lowest decks of the ship, where crew quarters were
located and which was off limits to passengers. She was searching for her
quarry when suddenly she heard a motor. Following the sound, she rounded a
corner and saw in the distance an open porthole. It was just above the
waterline, and idling next to the cruise ship was a boat marked with the
insignia of the Honduran police.

As Rania watched, she saw two figures carrying a third, who was wrapped in a
blanket and appeared to be unconscious. The two she recognized as the waiter
she had been following and the third officer. A familiar pile of brunette hair
suddenly flopped downward from the blanket. It was Danielle! They were
kidnapping her!

Rania knew she had to act fast. She could see the gun on the officer's hip. If
she could just get close enough to take him out, take his gun, and hopefully
take out the corrupt Honduran policemen...

She advanced swiftly but silently towards the porthole. The officer and the
waiter tossed Danielle roughly into the police boat, where two policemen
caught her. A third man stood ready at the helm.

"Just go! You need to get her out of here in a hur-" The officer's order was
suddenly cut off as Rania wrapped a slim but heavily muscled arm around his
neck. She gave a quick and brutal jerk, breaking his neck. With her other hand
she snatched the pistol out of his holster. Two well-aimed shots from the
expert markswoman ended the lives of two of the Honduran policemen as they
tried to draw their weapons. The third ducked in time.

A flash of movement came from her left. The waiter was coming at her with a
wrench. She kicked him in the face, knocking him down. His wrench sailed into
the water with a PLOP.

Suddenly, the police boat's engine roared. Rania whirled, long dark brown hair
whipping through the air, and saw the surviving policeman with one hand on the
throttle, driving the boat away, and the other holding up Danielle's
unconscious body in a shield position. Rania let out a flood of curses in all
three languages she knew - English, French, and Arabic.

She turned on the waiter, who was stunned and had a broken nose from her kick.
She grabbed him by the neck, smashed his face into a wall out of sheer rage,
and aimed her gun directly at his testicles.

"All right, asshole," she snarled. "You're going to tell me everything."

"If I do, will you let me live?" he trembled.

"No. After I get everything I need out of you, I'm going to kill you. But if
you don't talk, I'm going to torture you until you do, then I'll torture you
to death. So you may as well talk and get a quick death, because that's the
best you're going to get."

He saw the hatred burning in her eyes. It seemed so out of place that this
skinny and extraordinarily pretty teenage girl could be so lethal. He gulped
and nodded in fear.

"We're a ring of sex slavers. We watch for attractive young women on this
ship. If we can get them in a vulnerable position, we kidnap them. We take
them to a compound on the Honduran mainland and eventually sell them into sex
slavery to the highest bidder."

"What happened with Dani?" Rania demanded.

"My partner caught her talking to a nosy steward who was about to expose us.
He took out the steward, but then she killed him." Rania smiled when she heard
that.

"Then that officer whose neck you just broke knocked her out and called me
to...well, you know the rest."

"Who else on the ship is involved?"

The waiter's eyes began darting around.

"If you lie to me, I swear I'll rip your nuts off and shove them down your
throat," Rania growled. In her barely controlled rage, she clenched and
unclenched her fists, causing the muscles in her ultra-developed forearms to
ripple. He looked at them and thought she was strong enough to do what she
said.

A damp spot appeared on his pants. "It was me and my partner and that officer
and a security guard named Beppo! See, I sold Beppo out even though I could
have kept quiet about him and pretended it was just the three of us! See, I'm
being a good boy!"

"Beppo. I KNEW it!" said Rania. "Now tell me where the compound is." He
obeyed, still shaking like a leaf.

"Good. And now it's time for you to die." She aimed her pistol at his
forehead. He closed his eyes, not even bothering to beg. He could see that she
was so furious that begging might make her decide to torture him to death.

Rania tightened her finger on the trigger, then instead suddenly rammed her
knee into the underside of his chin with all her strength. The blow landed
with such force that it broke his neck with a sharp CRACK. She laughed
sadistically at her strength as his corpse slumped to the deck.

Her heart rate finally falling back to normal, the Middle Eastern beauty
looked out to sea. The police boat with kidnapped Dani was now just a point of
light in the distance.

Rania whipped out her cell phone and called Misty. Getting her answering
machine, she left a hurried message. "Misty, it's Rania. The bastards have
Dani. They're sex slavers and corrupt Honduran cops are working with them. I'm
going overboard right now. Meet me on the island at the dock. Beppo is in on
it. We were right about him. I'm sure you'll know the best way to deal with
him. And here are the coordinates to the slavers' compound."

Rania hung up, then kicked off her sneakers and wiggled out of her jeans, both
of which would impede her swimming. Standing in only white panties and a white
T-shirt (her small, firm 34B tits didn't require a bra), she climbed through
the porthole and slipped into the water. She could see the lights of Roatan a
few miles away. She was athletic enough to swim the distance. The ship was
just hanging out in the bay for the night and wouldn't dock for several hours.
Every minute counted. Once on the island she and Misty could secure passage to
the mainland. She knew that Misty, as strong a swimmer as she was and just as
passionate, would not wait for the ship to dock and would jump overboard and
swim just as soon as she got the message and took care of Beppo.

* * *

Misty saw Beppo finish his shift and begin gathering his things. She looked at
her watch, dangling loose on her slender wrist. It was getting quite late.
Usually by now Rania or Dani would have contacted...

She suddenly remembered that she had turned off her cell phone because of that
damn professor. Cursing to herself, she hoped it hadn't caused any problems.
Finding a quiet spot, she checked her messages and her worst fears were
realized as she listened to the message from Rania.

"So, you're going to take care of Beppo, are you?" came a voice from right
behind her. Misty was about to whirl to attack when she felt something hard
press into her back and knew it was a gun.

"Motherfucker," she swore.

Beppo laughed. "Now turn around, very slowly."

She turned to face the smirking, cocky security guard. "Looks like we have
another prize to sell to the highest bidder." He licked his lips as he
examined Misty's petite, muscular body. She glared at him in rage.

"A feisty one, eh? Well, we..."

"Help, officer! Over here! This one's corrupt and working with sex slavers!"
Misty shouted suddenly.

"Wha...?" Beppo turned around. Misty kicked the gun out of his hand. Expertly
catching it, she pointed it at him.

She sneered. "I can't believe you fell for that! Boy, you sure are a dumb
fuck." He reddened in shame.

"Well, I'd love to stay and taunt you some more, cocksucker, but I have to go
help my friends." With that, Misty began smashing the heavy pistol into his
head. With five vicious blows, she beat him to death. The remnants of his
meager brains flowed down the wall and onto the deck.

Misty quickly wiped up the brains and shoved Beppo's corpse into a closet and
locked it. She then raced outside, removing her sneakers, heavy jeans, and
leather belt along the way. Climbing over the railing, she leapt overboard.
She hit the water with a loud splash and began swimming towards Roatan.

"Man overboard!" came a shout from the deck. Searchlights were trained in her
direction. She kept swimming. Soon a lifeboat appeared, chasing her. It drew
up beside her. She pointed towards land, shouting "friend" and "kidnapped,"
but her words were drowned out by the boat's engines. Rough hands hauled her
on board.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" demanded a sailor.

"My friend was kidnapped by sex slavers and I'm going after her! Now take this
boat to..."

"Why didn't you contact the Honduran authorities?" asked another sailor,
interrupting her.

"Because corrupt Honduran cops are involved! We can't trust them! Now take
this boat towards land or I'll jump overboard again!"

"She sounds crazy and maybe suicidal. Sedate her," ordered the first sailor.

"What? No!" Misty stood up, but before she could jump, she felt the prick of a
needle right in her firm, muscular ass. Suddenly dizzy, she stumbled, then
fell down, asleep.

* * *

Rania stood at the docks on Roatan, watching the sun rise in the east. She
frowned. Misty should have gotten here by now. The only possible reason she
hadn't was that something had happened to her. The pretty Lebanese girl paced,
worried about both her best friends. What should she do? If Misty had been
detained, Rania knew that with Misty's strength and intelligence she would be
able to escape soon and would come to join her, either here at the dock or at
the compound on the mainland. And if Misty had been...

"No," said Rania out loud. "I'm not going to think about that." She could only
hope that Misty was okay and would join her later. Right now the only thing
she could do was keep going after Danielle.

Rania was still dressed in only white panties and white T-shirt. Still wet
from swimming, her shirt had become see-through and her small, firm, beautiful
34B boobs were clearly outlined. The gun she had taken, plus a wad of bills,
were tucked into the back of her underwear.

She walked up to a fisherman preparing his boat. "I need to get to the
mainland immediately, por favor."

He looked at her. "I can't..."

She showed him her gun and a $100 bill. "Which one do you want? Your choice."

He gulped in fear, then took the bill. "Climb aboard, senorita."

"Gracias." She smiled at him sweetly but dominantly.

As the boat left the dock, Rania shivered despite the warm rays of the rising
sun. The three girls were supposed to be together fighting the bad guys. But
she now had to accept the fact that she was alone, all alone.

* * *

Misty woke up in the nurse's station on board the cruise ship and discovered
that she was handcuffed to the bed. She hoped Rania and Dani were okay. Right
now, she was alone, all alone.

* * *

Danielle woke up with a terrible headache. Two brown men in ragged clothes and
carrying machetes and a man in a Honduran policeman's uniform were watching
her. The policeman had a gun pointed at her face. She looked around. No one
else was there. She wondered where Misty and Rania were. She had to face that
she was alone, all alone.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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