"Our company recovers luxury items from people who are excessively delinquent on their payments. Yachts, private jets and really fast cars, mostly."
"So, you're going after the yacht?"
"Yes."
"What does that have to do with me? I have nothing to do whatsoever with that unfaithful pig. He can rot in hell as far as I'm concerned."
Case jumped into the conversation, "Mrs. Gray, during our background investigation we found significant financial assets under various aliases that track back to your ex-husband. You may be entitled to a share of those assets. You see, he is under investigation for money laundering and tax evasion, among other infractions."
"Holy shit. He's a criminal?"
"We think so. Let me make this clear, Mrs. Gray, we are not in any way a part of the criminal investigative process. We work for banks, insurance companies and private citizens. Huntington Truesdale is in big trouble and we have to move fast before all of his assets, legitimate or otherwise, are seized."
"I'm sorry if I'm being rude, but what the hell does that have to do with me? Just call my lawyer and let her handle it."
"The proposition is twofold," I said. "We think you are entitled to his legitimate holdings and we would like to offer our services to get them for you."
"I am in no need of money, but just out of curiosity, what are we talking about?"
"I'm talking about revenge. Sarah has traced funds in seventeen accounts from here in Miami-Dade all the way to Zurich."
"I've found over $138 million so far, Katherine," Sarah added. "We know there is more, although I haven't been able to locate it yet."
Mrs. Gray looked as if she had seen a ghost. She shook her head and said to no one in particular, "$138 million, my God. Tell me what you want me to do."
"There is some paperwork to take care of. We work on a 25 percent recovery bonus, expenses included. We also need your help by describing the contents and layout of the yacht."
"I'll sign any contract you want. I don't care about the money. Just destroying him will be all the compensation I need."
I've been around the super-rich for a long time and I've never heard any of them say they had all the money they need.
"Please tell us about the configuration of the Gigi."
"What's the Gigi?" She looked confused.
"Gigi is the name of his yacht."
"Don't you mean the Katherine? It was named after me. Oh...let me guess...Gigi is his latest conquest. Fucking bastard."
"We don't have a lot of time, Mrs. Gray. Please describe below decks."
"Okay, sorry. Well, I haven't been on board since we were separated. That's almost four years ago."
Looking at his watch, Case said, "Tell us what you remember."
"Well, the main deck has an entertainment area, showers, full heads, a bar, lounge and the captain's quarters. In addition there is an optional cabin for a crew of six plus a storage area."
"What about below decks?"
"Let's see...there is private access, four guest rooms, plus the master suite. Then there is a second access to the galley, laundry, and crew lounge."
"Is there anything special about the master suite?"
Katherine rolled her eyes, "Oh, it's special, all right. It's a BDSM enthusiast's dream come true. There is a two-way mirror with an observation room, hidden video equipment and every kind of adult toy you can imagine."
"BDSM?" Parker asked.
"Bondage, dominance, sadomasochism and other fun stuff. You know, spanking, whips, chains, handcuffs...things like that. We had some great parties. He probably still does. I grew bored with it but he couldn't get enough. That, and his desire for younger men and women, is what drove us apart."
Parker's eyes met mine. I winked at him.
Having been ready for the meeting to conclude, I said, "I think that gives us everything we need to move forward. Thanks so much for your help. Sarah will walk you through the paperwork. There is one more thing, Katherine. Would you like to be there when we seize the yacht?"
"I would like that very much."
*****
The party was well underway when we arrived at the marina. As expected, the Madeleine became the center of attention. Being green with envy, it didn't take Truesdale long to request permission to come aboard. Yet another man trapped by thinking through his cock! So, so predictable.
"Hello on the Madeleine! My name is Huntington Truesdale. Permission to come aboard?"
Grant yelled back, "Permission granted, Mr. Truesdale, come aboard."
Posing as wife and husband, Grant and I greeted our victim. "Hello, Mr. Truesdale, welcome aboard the Madeleine. My name is..."
Truesdale interrupted, "Oh, let's not be so formal. Call me Binky."
Oh, please. Binky? It was all I could do to contain my laughter. I imagined that Grant felt the same.
"Binky...that's an interesting name. We are Tina and Mike Bretag."
Truesdale (I couldn't stand to call this bastard "Binky") looked beyond us and scanned the features of the Madeleine.
"Well, honey," Grant said, "I have business ashore. See you tomorrow. Why don't you show Binky around our little home?"
"Great idea! Bye, sweet-pea!" Talking that way made me feel stupid.
I held Truesdale's arm, positioning myself so he would get an eyeful of cleavage. "Come, come, Binky. Let me give you the grand tour."
Grant circled around and secretly came back on board. Dressed as a waiter, Parker kept an eye on Truesdale and me as we explored the Madeleine.
I opened the double doors to the master suite, "And this is our little love den. Isn't it beautiful?"
Truesdale studied the quarters as if he was conducting an inspection. Not surprisingly, he noticed the conspicuously-placed masks and dildo in the partially opened nightstand. He turned to me and began to approach.
Parker's voice came from down the hall, "Mrs. Bretag, I have your cocktail. Would you like it in there or up on the main deck?"
"I'll take it down here."
"Binky, would you like something to drink?" I leaned into him and brushed against his crotch. My advance startled him.
He looked at me, then into the nightstand, then back at me. "How about if I return your hospitality and give you a tour of the Gigi?"
Thinking through his cock already... how I love dominating men!
"That sounds wonderful, Binky!"
"Waiter?"
"Yes, Mrs. Bretag?"
"Forget about the cocktails. We're going to the Gigi."
"Yes, Mrs. Bretag." Parker caught on to our little game quickly.
Truesdale and I boarded the Gigi and mingled with his guests and hangers-on. Parker, having changed from his waiter uniform, was on board as well. Case boarded a few moments later.
Motioning towards Parker, I said, "Binky, look at that good-looking young man over there. Is he your son?"
"Never seen him before. Let's find out, shall we?"
We introduced ourselves to Parker and engaged in small talk. Then I baited the trap.
"Whew! Talking with you two gorgeous men is making me hot. I'm glad my husband is away."
Parker kissed my neck but said nothing.
I turned to Truesdale. "Binky, weren't you going to show me your master suite?"
He smiled, reached for my hand and said, "Right this way, Madame."
I turned to Parker and said, "You, too, big boy!"
Once Truesdale, Parker and I were below deck, Case posted the repossession notice in the wheelhouse window and one of our team posted another notice on the bow. The craft was then legally in the hands of the lender.
Truesdale smiled as he opened the door to his love den. His eyes darted from side to side; then he looked at me as if begging for approval. The aroma of incense and strawberry flavored lubricant engulfed the room. Red shag carpet led my eyes to the round platform bed placed in the center of the room. To the side of the bed was a table loaded with a BDSM enthusiast's favorite sex toys, includi
ng a cat o' nine tails, masks, leather clothing and vibrators of all sizes. The walls and ceiling were lined with smoked mirrors with gold leaf trim. The only things missing were a disco ball and laser lights. In one corner of the room, positioned directly in front of the two-way mirror, was a "torture rack" designed for whippings and other methods of inducing pain and pleasure. The room was a perfect setup for our plan.
Fumbling at the buttons of his shirt, Truesdale locked the door and rushed toward me. "I want to fuck you so badly I'm about to explode."
Tearing his clothes, I clawed at the crazed man's shirt while Parker removed his khaki shorts and underwear.
"Binky wants to fuck you," the pathetic Truesdale whispered.
"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you, Binky. You can rest assured of that, but I must punish you first."
Parker handcuffed Truesdale to the rack and clamped a steel collar and chain around his neck. While Parker ensured our victim was securely restrained, I removed my skirt and blouse, revealing black leather panties and bra.
Truesdale smiled as I put on a black mask, selected a cat o' nine tails whip and moved to the opposite side of the rack. I drew back and lashed hard against his exposed back. He screamed and heaved, then begged, "Again! Whip me again!"
I flogged him again, then pulled at his stiff cock.
"Suck me. I want you to suck my cock."
I stopped and said with a disapproving tone, "Why would I want to do that? I'm going to fuck you first."
"Oh, yes. Let me fuck you."
"No, Binky. I'm going to fuck you."
Parker released Truesdale from the rack and threw him face down on the bed. With the collar and chain still encasing Truesdale's neck, Parker handcuffed him to the bed and positioned him on his hands and knees.
I flogged his bare ass and whispered, "Now I'm gonna fuck you like you have never been fucked before." I gave him a kiss on his cheek and then showed him a large strap-on dildo. I fastened the harness around my torso and rubbed sex lube onto the butt plug.
Truesdale grunted as the vibrating dong penetrated his ass. "It's too big! Slow down! It hurts!"
"Do you want me to stop, Binky? You don't like this big cock in your ass?"
"Yes I do! Don't stop! Don't stop! Just slow down! I want it all!"
Parker and I watched Truesdale scream in agony as the dildo stretched his asshole and plunged deep inside him. He whimpered as the thrusts stopped.
"Well, Binky, you sleazy bastard, consider yourself fucked!"
"Who said that? Who was that?"
Having removed the dildo harness earlier, I said, "Not me."
"Not me," Parker laughed.
"What's wrong, Binky? Don't you remember your first wife, your only true love?"
"Katherine? You bitch! You fucking bitch!"
"From where I stand, he looks like the bitch, wouldn't you agree, JJ?"
"Looks like a bitch to me!" I agreed.
"Take these cuffs off of me!"
"Nope. Sorry. Not yet."
A voice came from the door. "We have what we need." It was Case.
"Who...who are you people?" Truesdale demanded.
Katherine laughed, "They're my friends, you scum-ball. We have some very nice video of your little escapade. I'll bet your business associates will be interested in your prowess, or should I say lack thereof?"
"Get the fuck off my yacht!"
"It's not your yacht anymore, Binky-winky," I mocked in a high-pitched voice. "Now, about those videos..."
"Please don't show them. I'll pay you for them. How much do you want?"
I yelled, "She wants every fucking thing you took from her!"
"There's at least $2 million in cash on board, maybe more. I can get another $10 million by tomorrow."
"That's $2 million we didn't know about," I said.
"What do you mean?"
Katherine laughed, "An associate transferred $138 million from your accounts this morning. You have nothing left. I took it all."
"You fucking bitch! You're dead. You're all dead! I'll fucking kill you!"
"Yes, well. I'd say you have other things to worry about," Katherine laughed.
Case and Parker carried Truesdale topside and dropped him on the dock, still chained and with the dildo still up his ass.
The partygoers, delirious with laughter, nearly drowned out Gigi's powerful engines as we departed.
Katherine waved and yelled, "Bye-bye, Binky-winky! Enjoy the party!"
Grant was waiting for us when we docked at a public marina. Katherine would exit the yacht and disappear forever, thanks to Sarah's arrangements.
The team pushed off and set a course for our drop-off point.
Case was already working on the details of our next assignment. If only I had known about the danger that lay ahead.
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