Jamie is taken Part 3

the traces of Master Antwan's display of power.


Evening became night and still the rain fell on the paralyzed slave. The

shemale whores had retreated into doorways and only came out if cars

cruised by at low speed. Jamie had been standing at the curb for at

least seven hours when a police car cruised by. Jamie's heart leapt and

hope filled him once again, but he was too cautious and too cowed to

move his feet or to use his hands. As the police cruiser pulled up, this

proved to be a good thing. The window of the car was rolled down and a

chubby white face looked out at him and his sign. The police man took it

all in, turned to his partner and said something before the car took of

with a howl of laughter.


Finally, in early hours of the morning and with the rain still pouring

down, a huge limousine and a big, black van pulled up and as the window

of the limousine slid down Jamie could see Master sitting inside. He had

lost. Master had come to get him and he was never going to let him go.

Jamie felt a brief and perverse moment of pride when he saw that Master

had a grim smile of satisfaction on his face, clearly satisfaction that

his slave had remained in place. Two large men came out of the van

following the limousine. One carried an umbrella which he opened right

before the limousine door opened and Master got out. The man held the

umbrella so that it covered Master, but not Jamie. Master took in his

shivering slave boy and spoke briefly: "It may be possible to train even

a useless shit like you." Then turning to the two men he continued:

"Take him and wait for me at the van."


The man not holding the umbrella moved quickly and exceedingly

efficiently and even if Jamie had tried to resist it was highly doubtful

if it would have made any difference. In a matter of minutes his arms

and hands had been sealed inside a white, rubber armbinder tied so

tightly that his elbows touched. A massive white ballgag was forced into