Lost and Found  Part 2: Found 
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
The girls declare war on the sex slavers behind the kidnappings


Misty, locked up in the cruise ship's nurse's station after attempting to join
Rania in rescuing Danielle, sighed as she looked at her slender right wrist
handcuffed to the railing of the bed. Then she remembered her hairpin.
Reaching into her long black hair with her left hand, she pulled out the
hairpin and went to work with it on the handcuffs. A few seconds later, they
clicked open. The sexy Asian girl smiled in triumph.

She stood up and stretched, feeling the control she had over her toned
muscles. The drug she had been given had worn off. She walked quietly to the
door and opened it a crack, peeking out. Two sailors were on guard outside.

She silently finished opening the door. She karate chopped one man in the
neck, knocking him down and out. The second sailor whirled in alarm, but
before he could do anything else she had grabbed him and knocked him out with
a vicious headbutt.

Misty looked up and saw that it was morning and that the ship had docked in
Roatan. She smiled as she began making her way off the ship.

* * *

"All right, white bitch, let's move," growled the corrupt Honduran policeman
at Danielle, waving his gun. He grunted something in a strange language -
clearly not Spanish - to the two machete-wielding men and they began hacking a
path through the jungle with their blades. She knew the type. They lived deep
in the jungle, didn't even speak Spanish, let alone English, and yet they were
flooding into America by the millions. How did they manage the trip? Certainly
not on their own. It was gutter scum like the corrupt policeman, plus
traitorous politicians in her own country, that made it happen.

"Move faster, blue-eyed cunt," said the Honduran in his thickly accented
broken English. Jamming his pistol into her slender back, he prodded her
forward until she was marching just behind the two machete-wielding men.
Obviously all three were lazy and had waited for her to wake up because they
didn't want to carry her. Maybe the extra time would work in her favor, she
thought hopefully. And so much for the false stereotype relentlessly promoted
by cultural Marxists about those south-of-the-border types being hardworking.
Too lazy to even carry their kidnap victim. And they were bigots to boot. She
felt the rage rise within her as she remembered the hateful comments about her
Caucasian heritage and her blue eyes. She hoped she would have an opportunity
to take revenge on these fuckers.

* * *

The fisherman let Rania off on a dingy dock on the mainland. Still dressed in
T-shirt and panties, she attracted a lot of male attention, but the gun tucked
into her underwear, along with her muscular body, frightened men away from
hitting on her.

She remembered the coordinates for the sex slavers' headquarters that the
waiter had given her before she killed him. It was some distance away, deep in
the jungle. She decided to see how far a cab could take her.

"I can take you this far, senorita. Then you have to walk the rest of the way.
I don't dare go any closer. People have disappeared when they go out that
way," said the taxi driver she went up to.

"How much?" she asked.

"Twelve dollars."

"Ten and we have a deal."

"Okay, ten." Rania climbed into the back seat and the ancient engine started
up, taking the battered vehicle out of town and into the jungle.

* * *

After many miles of marching, Danielle and her captors finally came to a
large, warehouse-like building in the middle of the jungle. They approached a
door, guarded by two armed men. One of them opened it to let them in. Dani was
marched through several corridors and finally shoved into a room. She heard
the door lock behind her.

She looked around. The room was large and almost bare. There were a dozen
frightened-looking girls and young women sitting on the floor, guarded by two
men with AK-47s. She looked more closely at her fellow prisoners. Though fear
covered their faces, they were all very pretty and their beauty still shone.
None was older than thirty and some looked still in their teens. She clenched
her fists in anger upon seeing how young some of the victims were.

The girls looked up when she entered. One of them looked just like...

"Oh my God! Kirsten!" shouted Danielle. The two old friends ran to hug each
other. After a long embrace, Dani stepped back and looked at her missing
friend. Kirsten was a pretty, athletic girl with small perky breasts, blue
eyes, and long blonde hair, her firm body slender but muscular at 5'5" and 115
pounds. Her deep suntan hadn't yet faded from her imprisonment.

"You two sit down and shut up!" growled one of the guards. The girls sat down,
but continued talking in whispers.

"Dani, what are you...How did you ever..." began Kirsten.

"It's a long story." Danielle told the whole tale of Kirsten's mother coming
to her for help, the cruise ship plan, and how it had all gone wrong. She
looked around to make sure the guards weren't paying attention, then added,
"My two friends will find us."

"Even if they do find us, this place is crawling with armed guards."

"We've gone up against small armies before and won. Now have there been any
opportunities for escape? No, I shouldn't have to ask that. If there were you
would have escaped already."

Despite the situation, Kirsten smiled at her friend's compliment on her
athleticism and fighting skill. "That's right, those guards with machine guns
keep a pretty tight lid on us."

"How much longer do you think they'll keep us here?"

"Not much longer. I overheard them talking when they thought we were all
asleep. There's supposed to be an auction of sorts soon where perverts and
degenerates from all over the world 'bid' for us." Kirsten's blue eyes were
flashing with anger as she spoke.

Danielle's blue eyes flashed with rage as well. "Have you been

...?" she asked, dreading what the answer might be.

"Not me. But some of the others weren't so lucky. They... 'examined' each of
us when we were first brought in." Her voice shook as she remembered the
violation. "Those who aren't virgins are raped regularly by the guards. But
virgins will fetch extremely high prices at the auction. So we need to be kept
'pure'." Kirsten laughed bitterly.

Dani held her friend's hand comfortingly and looked over at the other girls.
Most of them had that empty look in their eyes indicating that they had lost
all hope. "Don't worry, K," she whispered. "We're going to get revenge on
these vermin. I promise you, there will be a bloodbath."

Kirsten managed a smile. "Sounds good to me."

* * *

The jungle heat and humidity were stifling, reminding Rania of summers in
Washington DC. Her slim, darkly tanned body was dripping with sweat despite
her status of partial undress. From the point the taxi driver had let her off,
it had been a hike of several miles through the jungle. But she had finally
reached the sex slavers' compound, and had spent the past few hours doing
recon, spying on and observing the place. There were always eight armed guards
on duty outside, and there had to be many more inside. She had tried to
discover where the girls were being kept, but to no avail.

Rania took a drink of water from her canteen that she had bought from the taxi
driver. She managed a smile as she remembered how she had gotten it. While
riding in the cab, she had realized she would need water for the long hike and
asked the driver how much he wanted for his canteen. Looking at her muscular,
warrior maiden body, he had said nervously, "One dollar, senorita."

She heard a faint rustle behind her, fairly far off but coming closer. She
immediately hid behind a large tree, drew her gun, and waited.

Whoever it was was advancing cautiously, like someone well-trained in combat
but not familiar with the area. Any Hondurans coming here would probably be
the opposite, familiar with the compound but with the typical low-level Third
World military training. Rania decided to take a chance.

"Misty?" she called out.

"Oh my God. Rania?" came her friend's familiar voice. The two pretty girls ran
towards each other and embraced.

"Misty, what..."

The Asian girl told her friend the whole story of bumping Beppo off, jumping
overboard, being captured and injected in the ass, and escaping. "The ship had
docked by then, so I just walked off and got on a ferry to the mainland. I
went to hire a taxi and one of the drivers started talking about another girl.
I asked him for more details and he said she looked like a fitness model. At
that point I knew for sure it was you." The Middle Eastern beauty smiled when
she heard that. "So I took a cab as close as I could get - those taxi drivers
seem pretty scared of this place - and hiked the rest of the way...well, you
know the rest." Misty was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt. She didn't have a
bra on - apparently whoever had redressed her while she had been unconscious
had decided that her small, firm 32B's didn't need one.

Rania then told of her adventure and her reconaissance of the sex slavers'
headquarters. She also told the canteen story, at which both young women
shared a laugh.

"Did you have any water for the hike?" asked Rania, offering her canteen.

"Oh, I'm fine." Misty pulled a half-full water bottle from her pocket. "I
bought some food and water on Roatan. Want some? You look hungry."

"Oh, yes, thanks," said Rania, quickly chowing down on the crackers and candy
Misty handed her. "I was in such a rage after seeing Dani kidnapped that I
wasn't thinking about anything else. By the way, do you have any weapons?"

Misty shook her head unhappily. "The fuckers confiscated the gun I took from
Beppo when they sedated my ass (literally)." She giggled at her bad joke
despite the situation. "When I knocked out those two sailors when escaping, I
took their money, but they didn't have any guns." She sighed. "You know, I
feel kind of bad about stealing from them, but they just wouldn't listen to me
when I was talking about the sex slavers and how the Honduran police were
corrupt."

"Do you want to take this one?" Rania held out her pistol.

"No, you keep it. You're the better markswoman anyway."

Rania tucked the gun back into her underwear. Misty asked, "So what's the
situation?"

"Two girls with one pistol, versus eight guards outside with assualt rifles
and shotguns, plus most likely many more inside."

Misty gulped in fear. "Sounds like just the right level of challenge for us,"
she said, trying to put on a brave face.

Rania forced a smile, but she was frightened too. Still, both girls knew they
had to take control over their fear if they were going to rescue Danielle and
Kirsten and the other young women.

There were three doors to the large building. The front and back doors were
each guarded by three men. The small side door was only guarded by two. The
girls hid behind a tree looking at the side door as they made their plan.
Rania knew that she could kill the two men easily with her pistol before they
would know what hit them, but the sound would bring the entire enemy force on
them.

"You ready?" Rania whispered.

"Ready as I'll ever be. Oh God, please let this work." Misty and Rania gave
each other a tight hug and a quick kiss on the lips, then Misty left the cover
of the jungle and began approaching the guards from the left.

"Hey! You right there!" shouted one man, pointing an AK-47 at Misty. The
second guard, holding a shotgun, also pointed his weapon at her. Misty raised
her arms and began fake-crying. She sounded terrified, and only part of it was
acting.

Luckily, as the girls had hoped, the guards thought Misty was a captive who
had somehow gotten outside, rather than an avenger come to free the kidnap
victims. "How the fuck did you get out? Get back here right now, bitch!"
shouted the shotgun-toting guard.

"Okay! Don't shoot!" sobbed Misty. She continued to walk towards the men, her
hands still raised. Meanwhile, Rania stepped out from the jungle and began
silently approaching the guards from behind, her pistol ready if she needed to
use it.

Misty stopped about ten feet in front of the men. Behind them, Rania was
coming closer and closer.

"You cunt. Thinking you could escape," growled the man with the assualt rifle.
"If we didn't need you looking good for the auction, we'd beat the crap out of
you. In fact, we should punish you anyway, to set an example for the other
girls. Maybe wire up your nice tight pussy and give you some electric jolts."

"Yeah," said the second guard. "We'll...Hey, wait a minute. I've never seen
you before. Are you n..."

At that moment, Rania, who had launched herself through the air in a beautiful
front tuck somersault, landed on his shoulders and immediately clamped her
slender but muscular thighs tightly around his throat, choking him. The first
guard began turning. Misty immediately went into action, doing a pair of
lightning-fast cartwheels towards him. She crashed into him with her second
cartwheel, kicking him with both feet just as he was raising his rifle. He was
knocked backward and his weapon went flying.

Rania suddenly twisted her hips 180 degrees, brutally snapping the neck of her
helpless victim. She stood up on his shoulders and did a back tuck somersault
off of him, landing elegantly on her feet as his corpse collapsed to the dirt.
Meanwhile, Misty front handspringed to the other guard before he could
recover. She kicked him in the face with all her strength. Her perfectly aimed
kick smashed into his nose with extreme force, driving the cartilage from his
nose into his brain. His dead body flopped to the ground.

The girls gave each other a high-five, then spat hatefully down on their
vanquished victims. Rania bent down and picked up the shotgun. Misty picked up
the AK-47, then went through her victim's pockets and pulled out a ring of
keys. Trying them until she found the right one, she inserted it into the
lock.

On the count of three, Misty turned the key and yanked the door open, while
Rania stood ready with her shotgun aimed. No one was in sight. Cautiously, the
girls entered.

* * *

In the hostage room, Danielle and Kirsten were still whispering. "All we need
is for those fuckers to be distracted for one second," said Dani. "Then we can
jump them and take those cocksuckers out."

A pale girl with dark hair whispered, "That's too dangerous. They could turn
and shoot us too easily. We've got to just sit back and play their game. If we
behave they'll be nicer to us."

"Oh, come on," sighed Kirsten. "We've followed all their orders so far. And
what has that gotten us? Some of us have been raped already. And all of us
will eventually if we don't do something to free ourselves. Don't you fucking
get it? These asswipes are going to sell us into fucking sex slavery. Fucking
sex slavery."

The pale girl opened her mouth to respond, but another girl, a petite blonde,
spoke first. "Kirsten's right," said the blonde. "And then look at her," she
continued, pointing to Dani. "She risked her fucking life to bust in here and
save her friend. The least we can do is help them when they're trying to set
us all free."

The pale girl hung her head in shame. Danielle and Kirsten smiled at the
blonde girl. "Thanks," whispered Kirsten.

"No problem, Kirsten."

"What's your name?" asked Dani.

"Cindy. And you?"

"Danielle, but call me Dani. Thanks for speaking up. It's nice to know there
are more girls in this room with courage."

"Well, I'm normally pretty shy and quiet. I'm just an innocent little Mormon
girl from Layton, Utah. In fact, that was only the second time in my life I
said the F word. The first was when I got stung by a scorpion," said Cindy.

Kirsten began, "Well, that was about the best time possible to use that wor-"

"Shut up, all of you!" shouted one of the guards, pointing his weapon at them.
He kept it pointed at the girls until all had been quiet for several minutes.

* * *

Ortega, the corrupt Honduran cop who had kidnapped Danielle, was in his
office, calculating his share of the profits from the sale of the girls that
would soon take place, when there was a knock on the door. "What is it?"

"Early arrivals. The first two customers are here, Senor Ortega."

"Good. Inform the boss and make sure our guests' accomodations are ready."

"Yes, senor."

A helicopter landed in a small clearing in the jungle and a pair of
wealthy-looking men got out. They were greeted by Ortega, who shook each of
their hands and led them into the compound.

Inside, they met Castro, the boss of the sex slaver operation. Ortega
introduced the customers. "These are Prince Aziz of Saudi Arabia and Mr.
Renaud, a bank president from France."

"Welcome," said Castro. "I think you'll find our merchandise very much to your
liking." He snapped his fingers and two henchmen appeared. "These men will
show you to your quarters. After that, you can take a look at the girls." The
wealthy perverts both grinned and snickered to themselves, already getting
lost in their degenerate thoughts as they laughed with diabolical Marxist
glee.

* * *

Meanwhile, Misty and Rania were cautiously making their way through the
compound. Both girls knew how heavily the numbers were stacked against them.

"May the odds be *ever* in our favor," whispered Misty, causing Rania to let
out an inadvertent giggle and Misty's attempt to shush her turn into a giggle
of her own. Despite their combat training, their fighters' personalities, and
the seriousness of the situation, they were still teenage girls.

A door suddenly opened and two armed men walked out. Rania and Misty looked at
each other and nodded, then snuck up behind them. Misty wrapped a slender but
well-muscled arm around the first guard's neck and began choking him. The
second guard began turning and was greeted with the butt of Rania's shotgun
being smashed into his face. He slumped against the wall, blood covering his
forehead.

Misty, her victim struggling too much for her liking, gave a quick, vicious
jerk with her arm, breaking his neck. She released the corpse to fall softly
to the floor. Meanwhile, Rania slammed the butt of her shotgun into her
opponent's head a second time, cracking open his skull. She bent down to wipe
the dead man's brains off of her weapon on his shirt.

"Let's hope we can take out as many guards as possible quietl-" Rania's
whispering was suddenly interrupted by two more guards who suddenly appeared
from around a corner. The men stared at the pretty girls for a second, then
began reaching for their guns. They were too slow. A slug from Rania's shotgun
blew the first man's head off. Misty took out the other guard with a single
shot to his heart. From the distance came the sounds of heavy footsteps and
loud yelling.

* * *

Castro, Ortega, and the two early arrival customers were gathered in Castro's
large, luxuriously furnished, well-guarded office. They had just been about to
go to the girls' room when the shooting had started.

"What the fuck?" muttered Renaud. Aziz cursed in Arabic.

"You two stay here. The rest of you, go and check it out," ordered Castro to
his guards, who were standing by the door.

"I thought you said there would be no chance of discovery," scowled Aziz in a
thick accent.

"There won't be," said Castro. "I have a small army here, and the cops in this
country are practically on my payroll. Isn't that right, Ortega?" The corrupt
Honduran policeman grinned evilly and nodded.

"Anyway, it's probably nothing. Most likely one of those stupid brown-skinned
peasant scum with a fucking IQ of 75 was playing with his gun and it went
off," Castro finished. The light-skinned Castro, though he constantly made
false accusations of racism against European-Americans, was quite the
hypocritical racist himself.

"It had better be nothing," said Renaud. "I have an image to keep up as a
great humanitarian and activist. I can't let the world find out about the role
international bankers like myself have in the cultural Marxist master plan to
ethnically cleanse white people out of their homelands." Renaud was a white
race traitor who looked forward to the day when a tiny white Marxist elite of
men like himself ruled over the rest of the world's population, which would be
mixed into a single brown race, destroying all human biodiversity. Kidnapping
mostly white girls and selling them to mostly brown men fit right into his
plans.

* * *

In the hostage room, Dani jumped with excitement when she heard the gunshots.
"That's Rania and Misty. I just know it!"

The two guards were not so excited. Gripping their assault rifles tightly,
they looked nervously at the door, weapons pointed, expecting a team of
commandos to come storming through at any moment. With the men's backs
foolishly turned to the girls, Danielle and Kirsten looked at each other and
nodded.

Charging like panthers, the two girls each pounced on a man. Dani grabbed her
victim by the neck and smashed his head repeatedly into her rock-hard abs
until his skull shattered. Meanwhile, Kirsten wrapped her muscular thighs
around her victim's throat and choked him to death. The young women high-fived
each other and each grabbed an AK-47.

"All right! Now let's get the fuck out of here," said Kirsten. The girls
formed a line, Dani in the lead with her rifle at the ready. Kirsten guarded
the rear.

From a balcony overlooking the hallway, three guards appeared, raising their
weapons. Danielle brutally and efficiently mowed them down with a burst from
her AK. She turned, long brown hair whipping through the air. "Hurry. This
way."

Behind the girls, a door was kicked open and a man popped out, aiming a
submachine gun. "Get down!" Kirsten yelled, shooting him in the head before he
could fire. While she was busy with him, however, another door flew open.
Another submachine gun-wielding thug opened fire. Kirsten killed him with a
short burst to his chest, but not before he had shot full of holes the
cowardly pale dark-haired girl who had not wanted to attack the sex slavers.
She had foolishly not ducked like the others.

Kirsten slung her assault rifle over her shoulder and picked up the fallen
men's submachine guns. "Who here is a good markswoman?"

Cindy, the blonde Mormon girl, and a red-haired girl raised their hands.
Kirsten tossed a submachine gun to each.

"Cindy, keep right behind me," said Danielle. She turned to the redhead. "Take
a position in the middle of the line. Everybody ready? Let's go."

"What about her?" asked another young woman, pointing to the corpse of the
pale girl.

"What about her," answered Kirsten matter-of-factly as she unslung and
re-readied her weapon. "She's dead. Her worries are over. Now follow Dani and
let's keep moving."

There were two men guarding the exit, but Danielle and Cindy each shot a man
down. As the girls poured outside, Cindy stood over the man she had just
turned into a corpse, staring at it.

"First kill?" asked Dani, coming over.

"Well, yes. It's not like we get many opportunities to shoot bad guys in
Layton, Utah."

"I understand. And I understand the emotions people go through the first time
they kill someone. I felt them myself my first time. But we don't have time
for this right now. I still need your help. I need you to lead the girls into
the jungle to hide. Kirsten and I are going to help my friends finish off the
rest of the bad guys. When we come back, I'll whistle once like a barn owl and
twice like a screech owl so you'll know it's us."

Cindy nodded. "Good luck." The girls hugged, then Cindy led the line of young
ladies into the cover of the jungle, her submachine gun at the ready. The
redheaded girl guarded the rear of the line.

Left alone, Danielle and Kirsten looked at each other. Though the jungle heat
and humidity were stifling, they felt incredibly free. They embraced and
kissed each other on the lips.

"We did good, Dani," said Kirsten.

"We did, K. But the job's not done yet. There's more orc to hunt," responded
Danielle.

Kirsten gave a warrior shout like Gimli in Lord of the Rings and the two sexy
warrior maidens headed back towards the compound, weapons in their hands.

* * *

Rania and Misty came to a T-shaped intersection. Suddenly, several guards
appeared from each side. The girls whipped into action, standing back-to-back
and each opening fire in one direction. Misty gave a high-pitched warrior cry
as she pumped her male victims full of holes with her assault rifle. Rania was
icily silent as she blasted away with her pistol in her left hand and her
shotgun in her right, having enough wrist and forearm strength to pump the
shotgun one-handed.

When all the male bodies had hit the floor, the girls looked at each other and
smiled. Suddenly, Misty's smile turned to a frown. "Look out, Rania!"

A grenade was flying right at the Middle Eastern girl. One of the men, who was
lying on the floor wounded, had thrown it. "Eat that, cunts!" he snarled.

Rania's lightning-fast reflexes came into action. Dropping her pistol, she
caught the grenade with her left hand and hurled it back at him. It exploded
just as it reached him, blowing him and all the bodies next to him to pieces.
"Eat THAT, pigs," she muttered. Misty and Rania high-fived each other.

Footsteps came from the other direction. Both girls whirled, then cried out
with joy and relief upon seeing Dani and Kirsten. The four girls hugged and
Danielle introduced Kirsten to Rania and Misty.

"You okay, Dani, Kirsten? They didn't..." Misty asked.

"Thank God, no," answered Dani.

"We thought we might have lost you," said Rania.

"It'll take more than some sex-slaving shitbags to take me out. Come on, let's
finish hunting down the rest of these Uruk-Hai filth."

* * *

In his office, Castro was shouting into a walkie-talkie. The two remaining
hulking bodyguards, armed with submachine guns, stood at the main door.
"Fuck!" cursed Castro. "Nobody seems to be reporting in!"

Across the room, Ortega was busy talking on a satellite phone. Renaud and Aziz
were pacing nervously. Castro, seeing that his little empire seemed to be
slipping through his fingers, hurled his walkie-talkie away and opened two
briefcases. He filled one with incriminating documents and the other with
cash.

Ortega hung up with a look of relief. "I talked to my colleagues.
Reinforcements will be here in half an hour."

"Too slow for me," said the French banker, Renaud. "I'm outta here."

"As am I," said Aziz. Both perverts headed for the rear door.

The front door to the office was suddenly kicked down. Both bodyguards were
knocked down by the impact. Castro and Ortega stared in shock and fear. Aziz
and Renaud turned to stare for a second, then began running out the back door.

Rania stood in the front doorway, leg still raised to show off the power of
her devastating, door-destroying kick. She stepped forward into the room.
Misty, Dani, and Kirsten followed her. The four girls looked at each other and
nodded. Rania and Kirsten began racing after the two men who had run away.
Dani and Misty stayed in the office, pointing their weapons at Castro and
Ortega.

Ortega glanced down at the gun in his holster. Misty aimed her AK-47 right at
his face and tightened her finger on the trigger. "I wouldn't."

"Who the fuck are you and that other girl?" growled Castro. Turning his glare
to Dani, he added, "And how the fuck did you and that blonde girl get loose?"

"Oh, we killed our guards. And we all killed a bunch of your other guards. Oh,
and by the way, the rest of the girls are free too," laughed Danielle.

"But how the fuck can teenage girls defeat armed men..." moaned Castro.

The bodyguards began stirring. Misty and Dani each stomped down hard on a
guard's throat, crushing their windpipes.

"Like that," smirked Misty.

Danielle pointed at Ortega. "Remember me, greaser? This blue-eyed bitch is
going to have her revenge now, because I sure as hell remember you. I never
forget an asshole."

He began begging like a coward. "Please, I didn't mean those comments I made
earlier! Please, have mercy!"

"In other words, you're just sorry you got caught." She began advancing on
him. He turned and began running.

Sexy Danielle smirked. She threw herself into a roundoff followed by a series
of back handsprings, elegantly backflipping in his direction with tremendous
speed and power. She caught up to him easily, finishing her tumbling pass with
a double full twisting layout and kicking him with both feet, knocking him
down. She bent down, snatched the pistol out of his holster, and hurled it out
the window.

Castro wet his pants in terror. Misty advanced on him, looking straight into
his frightened eyes.

* * *

Meanwhile, Rania and Kirsten were chasing Aziz and Renaud. The girls, far
younger and fitter than their opponents, gained on them steadily.

Gasping for breath, the two out-of-shape middle-aged perverts raced outside
and towards the helicopter, yelling for help. The pilot, seeing his clients
being chased by two angry-looking girls, drew a pistol and began aiming it at
Rania. He was too slow, however. She blasted him with her shotgun, putting a
gaping hole in the center of his chest. His body jerked and stood ramrod
straight for a second, then dropped to the ground with a THUD.

Kirsten sprayed the ground near Renaud and Aziz's feet with bullets from her
assault rifle. "Stop right there, or I'll fucking shoot you down!"

Renaud and Aziz stopped and whirled in fear, raising their hands. The girls
stood and glared at them, weapons pointed.

Renaud attempted to smooth-talk a way out. "What's with the guns? We're just
on a business trip..."

"Oh, shut the fuck up," Kirsten interrupted him. "I've been locked up here
long enough to know that it was sex slavers that kidnapped me and that you two
are customers. We know exactly what kind of business you vermin are really up
to."

"Thought you'd get some hot pieces of ass, did you? Well, looks like the hot
pieces of ass have gotten YOU," added Rania with a smirk.

"Are you going to shoot us?" trembled Aziz, quivering in fear now that he knew
the jig was up for sure.

"Oh, no. We're going to beat you to death. Your deaths are going to be much
slower and more painful than your pilot's," said Rania. She glared at the
Saudi prince, who had a rag on his head. "You Wahhabi Saudis are the absolute
scum of the earth. You're the most primitive, backward, misogynist,
camel-humping pieces of shit on the planet. By the way, I was born a Muslim,
but I left the religion. You want to kill me just for that, I can see it in
your ugly face. That'll make killing you even more fun." She began advancing
on him.

Kirsten began advancing on Renaud. "You say you're French? My ancestry is part
French. How can you allow your country's daughters to be sexually enslaved by
the Third World scum of the earth? How can you betray your own people like
that? You fucking traitor. You filthy Bolshevik swine. You're going to get
exactly what you people gave about 30 million human beings in the Soviet
Union. A brutal death."

* * *

Back in the office, Castro tried to punch Misty, but she grabbed his swinging
arm, applied pressure, and with her martial arts skills broke it, snapping the
bone with a terrible CRUNCH. He howled in agony, grabbing at the mutilated
bone with his good arm, completely helpless and vulnerable. She laid into him
with her fists, punching him in his exposed face again and again, breaking his
nose, blackening both of his eyes, and knocking three of his teeth loose.
Finally stepping back after a dozen brutally efficient blows, she nailed his
head with a high, elegant, dancer-style crescent kick. The force of her kick
spun him around and sent him to the floor face first.

Meanwhile, Ortega was staring up at Danielle with fear, anger, and something
else...sexual attraction? Dani looked down at her opponent's crotch and
noticed that he had an erection. The expression on her face was a mixture of
amusement and disgust. "You're popping a boner? Here? Now? You sick, fucked-up
freak."

Ortega begged and pleaded. "I'm sorry! It's just that your gymnastic skills
are so athletic and sexy! I can't help myself!"

She laughed. "Then you'll love this." With that, she performed a standing full
twist, her 120-pound weight landing hard on his gut and damaging his internal
organs. She taunted him as he shrieked in pain. "What's the matter, baby? Not
turned on by my gymnastics anymore?"

She began kicking him in the side. The kicks from her gymnast's legs did
horrific damage, breaking his ribs and sending fragments of bone into his
lungs. The beautiful brunette showed no mercy to her whimpering victim as she
kicked him again and again, switching her efforts to his other side after
breaking all the ribs on his first side. When all of his ribs had been
destroyed by her rib-shattering kicks, she performed a vicious double knee
drop onto his chest, further mutilating his internal organs. She used a back
tuck somersault to get back to her feet. She stood over him, raising her right
leg high above her head in a perfect 180-degree full standing split.

Then she brought her leg down onto his head with blinding speed and incredible
power. Her booted foot impacted his skull with the force of a sledgehammer,
utterly destroying it and sending blood, brain matter, and fragments of bone
flying in a brutal eruption of gore. Danielle looked down at the heavily
mutilated corpse and smiled.

Castro stumbled slowly to his feet, having difficulty because of his broken
arm. Misty watched him, then casually turned her back. Puzzled and frightened,
he began advancing on her, speeding up as she continued to just stand there.
At just the right moment, she suddenly lashed out with a powerful back kick,
nailing him right in the solar plexus. He folded in the middle. She spun
around, grabbed him by the shoulders, and straightened him up.

Then she rammed her knee into his groin. Brutally hard. Castro collapsed to
the floor, his one working hand clutching his wounded family jewels. Misty
kicked him down there, her foot impacting his hand with cruel force and
breaking the bones in it. With a cry like a girl, he withdrew his mutilated
hand, leaving his crotch wide open and exposed. She kicked him between the
legs several times, each savage kick further damaging his vulnerable
testicles. By the time the petite, muscular Asian beauty's final kick had
landed, both of his balls had been completely ruptured and destroyed.

Misty picked him up, leaning him against a wall. He was in no position to
offer any resistance. He was in too much pain and his body was too damaged.
She stepped back from him, calculating the perfect distance in her head. Then,
after clapping her hands together cheerleader-style, she performed a perfect
backflip kick that impacted her victim on the underside of his chin and broke
his neck.

Misty looked over at Danielle. Both girls admired the handiwork of the other
as they each looked at the corpse of the other's victim. They gave each other
a high-five, then came together with a tight embrace and a long, passionate
kiss on the lips.

* * *

Aziz, the billionaire Saudi pervert with over two dozen rapes to his name,
charged Rania in a spittle-flecked Wahhabi rage, wanting to beat, rape,
torture, and finally kill this Westernized girl who was an apostate as well.
Rania, however, was going to make sure the degenerate camel-humper's career of
rape and terror was ended permanently. She calmly waited as he charged, then,
at the perfect moment, stepped to the side and smashed her elbow into his
head. As he stood there, seeing stars, she broke his nose with a single
well-aimed punch, doubled him over with a solid punch to his stomach, then
balanced on her right leg and fired a series of lightning-fast kicks into his
face and chest with her left. She battered her victim with over a dozen
machine gun kicks in less than five seconds. Switching legs, her right came up
in a cheerleader-style high kick that sent him flying through the air,
flailing his limbs wildly. He landed in a heap.

Renaud tried not to show his fear as he faced off with Kirsten. He was a
natural-born coward, having always used his wealth to pay other men to fight
for him. Now he was on his own and scared. Still, his opponent was just a
girl, right? And a petite thin one at that. Even if she did have toned muscles
that he could only dream of having.

Kirsten saw the white traitor's fear and began taunting him. "What's the
matter, faggot? Afraid of a little girl?" She did a fake punch, laughing as he
shrank back like the chickenshit he was. Then she turned serious, swinging a
real punch, much faster than her fake one. Her fist nailed him right in the
right eye, turning it black. She backhanded him across the face with her other
hand, then kicked him in the chest, knocking him backwards. Her slim leg came
up in a roundhouse kick that slammed into the side of his head, sending him
spinning and crashing into the helicopter face first. Dizzy, he turned around
and was greeted with the blonde's feet impacting his face one after the other
as she executed an elegant cartwheel kick. He slumped to the grass.

Rania turned her back to Aziz and taunted him by wiggling her petite but
heavily muscled ass at him. Then she went into a standing tumbling pass to
take herself over to her victim, starting with a standing back handspring,
then going into two whip backs, two more back handsprings, and finishing with
an elegant, graceful split-leg layout. "Get up, pussy," she smirked as she
landed perfectly and kicked him right in the ass. He began climbing to his
feet. Just before he finished getting up, she roundhouse kicked him in the
side, breaking one of his ribs. She laughed as he stood there, clutching his
side in pain, then clenched her fist and nailed him with a solid uppercut.
"That all you got, chickenshit? A big, tough macho man can't even handle a
girl?"

Cursing and spitting like a rabid dog, the Saudi tried to kick Rania. With her
lightning-fast reflexes, she grabbed his outstretched leg before the kick
could land. She humiliated him for a few seconds by forcing him to hop
helplessly on one foot. Then she put her very high level of wrist strength
into action, snapping his ankle bone like a dry twig. He howled like a baby as
she let him collapse to the dirt.

Rania stood over him. As he began trying to get back up, she kneed him in the
face, releasing a spray of blood.

"This is my favorite way to kill someone," she said coldly and calmly. "And
it'll be a well-deserved ending for a misogynist, goat-humping, medieval bigot
like you." As she spoke, she kneed his face again, releasing a larger spray of
blood. She smashed her knee into him again and again, increasing the strength
and power with each hit. Each lethal strike was accompanied by a sickening
CRACK as her relentless barrage of blows shattered his facial bones, drove
through his skull, and finally pulverized his brains into a brownish-red goo.
She felt her pounding heart rate slowly return to normal as she released the
corpse to slump to the ground. Her slender, tanned thighs were covered with
blood and brain matter.

Kirsten did a front tuck somersault to take herself over to Renaud, who was
just stumbling to his feet. She smirked at the look that appeared on his face
as she executed her flip, knowing he was jealous, bitter, and insecure that a
girl could do something physical that he couldn't do. She easily blocked his
attempted punch with her slender forearm and kneed him hard in the stomach.
Grabbing him as he doubled over in pain, she kneed him again, in the groin
this time. His hands flew to his damaged nuts. She spin kicked him in the
head, sending him bumping face first into the helicopter again.

She advanced on him, stopping inches from his face. "This is for all the
middle-class people of the West who have seen jobs lost, sons beaten, and
daughters raped because of you international bankers and the cheap Third World
labor you've flooded our countries with." With that, she headbutted him,
stunning him. Then she smashed her palm into his nose several times in rapid
succession. He jerked as the cartilage from his nose was driven into his
brain. Then he slumped down dead, blood bubbling liberally from his face.

Kirsten looked down at her victim. Although she was athletic and tomboyish,
she had never been in a killing situation until today. Her hands went to her
head as she tried to make sense of her emotions.

Rania came over and held her. Kirsten could see from the look in the
brunette's eyes that Rania knew what she was going through. They held each
other comfortingly for a few moments longer.

"Shake me! Tell me I'm alive! Tell me I'm really free!" said the blonde.

"You're really free! You're really alive! We're all really alive!" said Rania,
playfully shaking her. Kirsten fell down on the grass, laughing and shivering
with relief at the same time. Rania reached her hand out and pulled her up.
"Come on. Let's find Dani and Misty."

Back in the late Castro's office, the four sexy girls held a happy reunion.
After exchanging stories about what had happened to each of them, Misty and
Danielle directed the others' attention to the briefcases on Castro's desk.

"Check this out," said Misty, pointing to one of the cases. "This is full of
incriminating documents with all the details about the sex slavery operation.
And here's a list of all the customers who were interested in bidding on the
girls."

"Looks like we'll have plenty of fresh meat to hunt down in the near future,"
said Rania as she looked at the list.

"And check this one out!" said Dani excitedly as she pointed at the other
case. "It's full of $100 bills." The girls oohed and aahed over the money for
a few seconds until Kirsten said, "We'd better meet up with the other girls
and then all get the fuck out of here. Remember how we overheard that Ortega
thug talking about how reinforcements were coming right before Rania kicked
down the door."

The girls made their way outside and into the jungle. Danielle whistled once
like a barn owl and twice like a screech owl to indicate that it was her. When
they got to the clearing where Cindy and the other girls were hiding, Rania,
Dani, Misty, and Kirsten all gasped in shock. Along with the girls were about
twenty male corpses. Some had been shot, some stabbed, some had their necks
broken, and some had simply been beaten to death.

"How..." began Danielle.

Cindy smiled, her grin a mixture of shyness and pride. "When the shit hit the
fan, those guys tried to get away. But we weren't going to let them. Some of
us had been raped repeatedly by those very same guys. So we took our revenge."

The four newcomers looked more closely at the scene of brutal, sadistic
carnage, admiring the girls' handiwork. "Good going, girls!" said Misty.

"Thanks," said Cindy, blushing a little. "So what happens now?"

"We all go home, of course!" said Rania. "If this was a movie, this would be
the part where the cheesy music starts playing." All the girls laughed, the
tension and fear of the past few weeks slowly dissolving away.

"And we all go home richer," added Kirsten, opening Castro's briefcase that
was filled with cash. "There's about $700,000 here, and there's fourteen of us
total. So even a fourteenth share comes out to $50,000." The new girls oohed
and aahed over the money appreciatively.

"Well, you girls had better get going," said Rania. "It's a long walk back to
town. And reinforcements from the bad guys are coming soon."

"What do you mean, 'we'?" asked Cindy. "Aren't you coming with us? You're not
actually going to take on the Honduran army, are you? Even you ladies aren't
invincible. You saved our lives by coming here. Don't throw yours away."

"Of course we're not going to actually try to take them on directly," said
Dani. "But it doesn't seem right to not try to do what damage we can. In
guerrilla warfare, when facing a stronger enemy, you ambush them, make them
bleed, then melt away into the jungle before they can bring their firepower to
bear. We found a couple of rocket launchers in the compound. Rania spent some
time with an Army colonel a while back and she taught her how to use these.
Misty, Kirsten, and I all wanted to stay back with her, but we drew cards and
I drew high card. Kirsten and Misty will go with you guys. Rania and I will
catch up with you later."

The other girls nodded. After a round of quick hugs, they headed off into the
jungle towards town. A few minutes later, the sound of helicopters was heard.
Rania and Danielle looked at each other and nodded.

"You remember what I showed you, Dani?" asked Rania as the girls picked up the
rocket launchers. "We only have one rocket each."

"Absolutely. I'm looking forward to this."

A dozen helicopters bearing the insignia of the Honduran military appeared
over the horizon. "Aim for the attack helicopters," said Rania. "They have
chain guns, missiles, and rockets. Some of the others are just transports.
I've got that one in the front."

"Okay. I've got that one over there."

The choppers came closer. "Now," said Rania.

Simultaneously, both slender, sexy brunettes fired their rocket launchers. Two
rockets whooshed through the air. A second later, two of the Honduran
military's best and newest attack helicopters, purchased with drug money,
exploded with spectacular orange fireballs. Rania and Dani spent only a second
to cheer before running into the jungle to catch up with the other girls. The
other helicopters sprayed bullets and missiles wildly, having no idea where
the attack had come from.

"You think they'll come after us?" asked Danielle as they ran. Behind them,
explosions went off, destroying trees but not coming anywhere near the girls.

"I doubt it," answered Rania. "They think the compound is under attack.
They'll spend their energy trying to secure it. Since we fired from the edge
of the compound, they'll think we're trying to defend it instead of trying to
escape. By the time they figure out what really happened, we'll be long gone."

"And we left some surprised for them inside as well," said Dani with a smirk.
Before the girls had left the building, they had taken some hand grenades they
had found and used them to create booby traps in strategic parts of the
compound.

Rania and Dani caught up with the others a few minutes later. All the girls
were cautious and nervous as they made their way through the jungle towards
town, knowing they were not out of the woods yet, literally. But apparently,
the enemy was either busy at the compound or fruitlessly searching in the
wrong part of the jungle. The young women all breathed a sigh of relief when
they reached the outskirts of town. Although they received stares from the
locals, the fact that they were well-armed meant that they were left alone.

"So now what?" asked Kirsten. They made a rather unusual sight. Fourteen
attractive young ladies, several of them carrying assault rifles, standing in
a circle on the shoreline. It was an unusual sight indeed, but a very sexy
one.

"To Roatan," replied Misty. "There's an international airport there with
direct flights to Atlanta and Miami. We took our passports back from the thugs
and we have plenty of money now to pay for plane tickets."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Cindy said. "We're going home! We're really
going home! My mom, my dad..."

A buzz of excited chatter erupted among the girls. "My whole family..."

"My husband..."

"Oh my God, they probably think I'm dead..."

"My couch! My cat. Just the idea of home..."

The girls caught a boat to Roatan. On the island, just before they reached the
airport, they ditched their weapons.

* * *

HARTSFIELD-JACKSON ATLANTA INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

6 HOURS LATER

Rania, Misty, Danielle, Kirsten, and Cindy looked at one another as the last
of them cleared customs and they stepped into the terminal. The other girls
had left Honduras on an earlier flight to Miami. The five of them embraced in
a tight group hug.

"We made it, guys," said Rania finally. "Over the last hurdle." At a shop just
outside the Roatan airport, the girls had bought luggage, clothes, and other
paraphernalia to make themselves look like regular tourists returning from
vacation. With their ingenuity and some tools they had also bought, they had
created secret compartments in their newly-bought suitcases to hide their cash
in. Neither Honduran airport security nor U.S. customs had detected the hidden
stashes.

"I was so scared that the Hondurans would figure out we weren't really
tourists," said Danielle. "I hope the other people on the plane didn't think I
was too weird for letting out that loud cheer when the captain announced we
were entering American airspace."

"This is kind of weird," said Kirsten. "Here we are, coming back from being
about one inch from being sold into sex slavery for the rest of our lives. And
look at all these people, oblivious. Busy worrying about things like being
late for a business meeting or snagging that exit-row seat with extra legroom.
In a way, I feel sorry for them."

"Maybe it's better this way," said Misty. "Maybe there could have been a big
government ceremony welcoming us back. But we killed representatives of the
Honduran government. All governments are corrupt, and they're all in a good
ol' boys' club together, working with each other and the international bankers
and the other globalists to keep the common middle-class man and woman down.
Our own government might have seen those corrupt Hondurans we killed as their
'brothers' and I wouldn't have put it past them to arrange an 'accident' for
us if we had gone to them instead of getting back here on our own. Especially
with a guy like the current president in office. There are thousands of other
Renauds out there, and they're the ones in charge."

"That's why I was worried right up until we cleared customs," Rania put in. "I
wouldn't have put it past those officials to detain us and ship us right back
to Honduras if they figured out who we really were and what we really did.
Even though what we did was beyond justified, both legally and morally.
Especially morally."

Dani looked at Cindy. "You've been quiet."

"Oh my heck, I'm just so happy to be safe," said Cindy. She giggled as the
others stared at her. "Yes, we Mormons really do say 'Oh my heck'."

That lightened the mood and the five girls began laughing and joking with each
other as they made their way down the terminal.

Cindy looked up at one of the monitors displaying flight times. "Oh my heck,
my flight to Salt Lake City leaves soon. I'd better get moving." She turned to
the others. "There's no way I can thank you enough for saving me. Really, you
guys should have my share of the money."

Rania smiled and held the petite Mormon girl's hand. "We're all going to need
money. We should share it equally. Anyway, we were just on a mission to
investigate the disappearance of Dani's friend Kirsten. We had no idea it
would turn into a commando-style rescue."

"Plus I was in the same boat as you, Cindy," added Kirsten. "I don't even want
to think about what kind of fucker would have his paws on me if we hadn't been
rescued."

The other four said their goodbyes to Cindy. All five girls knew that this was
the kind of experience that would bond them together for life and would remain
fresh in their minds for a long, long time.

Rania, Misty, Danielle, and Kirsten caught their own connecting flight to
Kirsten's hometown. On the way, Kirsten said that she wanted to surprise her
mother, Tammy. "I want to be able to see her face when she first learns that
I'm alive and safe."

After landing, they took a taxi to Tammy's house. Kirsten rang the bell.

Tammy opened the door. She looked at Kirsten and blinked. Her brain registered
who she was seeing and what it meant.

Then she fainted.

"Oh my heck," said Kirsten. She reached out and caught her mother before she
could fall. "Oops. Maybe a surprise wasn't such a good idea."

"It probably was a good idea, K," said Dani. "If we called first, she might
have fainted and there would have been no one to catch her."

As Kirsten laid her mother on the couch and revived her, Rania, Misty, and
Danielle watched the joyous reunion. They knew that a similar reunion was
taking place in Layton, Utah. They knew that similar reunions were also
happening in nine other places. And they all knew that each of them was
thinking the same thing.

"This is why we do what we do."

THE END

* * *

IN THE PAST TWO DECADES, OVER 165 PEOPLE HAVE VANISHED FROM CRUISE SHIPS. MORE
THAN A FEW OF THOSE WERE LIKELY VICTIMS OF SEX SLAVERS. MOST ARE NOT AS LUCKY
AS KIRSTEN AND DANIELLE AND THEIR FRIENDS.

THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO ALL THOSE WHO HAVE GONE MISSING AND THEIR LOVED
ONES. THEY MAY BE LOST, BUT THEY ARE NOT FORGOTTEN. AND WE HOPE AND PRAY THAT
SOMEDAY, THEY WILL BE FOUND.

EX GLADIO LIBERTAS ("Freedom comes from the sword")

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