Chapter 1
The girl skidded
to a halt just inches in front of the cliff face that dropped in front of her.
Crap, she
told herself. I only have to last a few more minutes and...
The sound of dogs
interrupted her thoughts.
They'll catch me
soon,
she thought, looking around. There's
no place I can go unless... She
hesitated, then made for the edge of the cliff...
Deep, she
thought, looking over the side. But not
as bad as some... Her head came up as the
sound of dogs came again-closer this time.
But if I can get over in time...
She allowed her barely-clad
body to drop to the ground, sliding it to one side. And go a little way down...
Her feet skidded
over the edge.
Good, she
nodded, her fingers deep in the soil. Now
if I can get a foothold... Her feet
moved back and forth, feeling for something, anything...
There! Her heart hammered loudly, almost drowning
out other sounds, It's a rock or something hard! She wriggled to one side, her toes leading the
way as they found the rock, put some weight on it. It should hold...
The dogs barked
again-very close this time.
Do I try it? Her eyes scanned the forest. Do I trust my life...?
There was a blur
of motion in front of her and, without conscious thought, she put her weight on
her right foot and ducked behind the edge of the cliff.
"Where is
she?" The voice came from almost
overhead. "She's gotta be here!"
"I don't see
anyone," there was a long rustle. "The
dogs think she's here though..."
The girl held on
for dear life, head down, hoping against hope...
"Here she
is!" The voice was triumphant. "Right here!" There was a pause. "And we have twenty minutes to spare!"
Hands came down,
gripping her shoulders and pulling her up.
"Okay," a tall man
spoke, looking at the crying woman his men had just picked up. "She's caught fair enough," he glanced at his
watch. "And with fifteen minutes to
spare." He grinned. "Put her on the pole and let's head for
home."
The girl, sobbing
now, was put on her feet while her hands were pulled behind her. Metal cuffs clicked over slim wrists and
ankles.
"On the pole."
A metal pole was
produced and run through the girl's bondage, then two of the men lifted it,
their captive hanging like some weird kind of meat.
"Back to the
manor," the slim man grinned. "But wait
a moment." His hand snaked out, closing
on what was left of her body cover.
"Here," he ripped off the tight underpants and tossed them to one of the
other men. "This'll do as a sign of
victory!"
The girl began to
cry in earnest as the laughing men carted her down a jungle road.
Chapter 2
The Manor was a
long composite of homesteads that had been built on the island over the years.
Large ranch-style houses,
surrounded by smaller buildings, formed three spokes that connected to a
solidly-built three story building in the center.
The road led
there.
"Not a bad day's
hunt," one of the men nodded at the long form of the girl. "She gave us a good run-almost made it."
"She would have
made it," the slim man smiled. "Had we
not had the dogs." He nodded toward the
four large animals being led along behind them.
"They're the ones that really caught her."
"Come on!" One of the men shook his head. "We would have got her one way or the
other-she had no chance."
"She had every
chance," the slim man stepped to the girl's side. "Didn't you, girl."
The girl, bouncing
slightly, kept her head down and did not reply.
"Don't be like
that..." the long, slim, wand the man held sipped up slashing at the girl's naked
and helpless behind. "Talk to us!"
The girl's head
came up, a cry bubbling in her throat.
"Don't scream,"
the wand touched her again, gently this time.
"Just answer the question."
"Wha..." She shook
her head to regain her senses. "What
question, sir?"
"Did you have a
chance?"
The girl, gulped,
looked around at the men and dogs surrounding her, then looked at the thin man,
eyes watering.
"No sir," she
shook her head. "I had no chance at
all."
"Bitch!" The wand zipped up into her ass, bringing a
stifled sob. "You had chances! You had every chance!"
"I..." The girl sobbed. "I had no chance at all." She looked at the slim man, eyes on the long
wooden wand. "None."
"All right,": the
wand zipped into her ass again, bringing a cry.
"You had no chance." Another
strike. "No chance at all."
The girl was quiet
as she was carried, sobbing, to her quarters.
Chapter 3
"You did well,
darlin'." Tania looked at the woman
standing inside the door. "Very well." Ms. Davis motioned to those carrying
her. "Let her down, put her on the bed."
"This isn't..." Tania glanced around as her hands and feet
were unbound. "This isn't my room!"
"It is now,
darlin'." Ms. Davis smiled. "We just had to move you to a..." She smiled.
"Different part of town."
"I'm in the
servant's area..."
"Of course." Ms. Davis nodded once. "It is, of course, where you belong."
"But I..."
"Tania, you've been
here for nearly three months." The
woman's eyebrows rose. "What have you
been doing for all that time?"
"Mr. Saxon said..."
"Mr. Saxon says
many thing-but what's important is that you earn your keep." She smiled.
"As you did during the chase this morning."
"But I lost..."
"OF course,"
another smile. "But you did it gracefully.
She looked at the girl
appraisingly. "One might think you
wanted to lose." She leaned
forward. "Did you?"
"No!" Tania was in the bed now, shaking her
head. "Of course not!"
"Good," the woman
leaned forward and pulled the blanket over the young woman. "Get some sleep." She leaned forward. "Your services will be needed tonight."
"Services?"
Ms. Davis motioned
the others who, nodding, left the room, talking among themselves.
The snap of the
lock was very loud.
***
The girl from
today's hunt-Tania-now found herself in a special group of women. After the three men in the hunting party caught
her, she was carried to a special set of quarters where, untied and laid in her
bed, she had the facts of life explained to her by the girl's 'boss', Ms. Davis.
"That's just the
way it is, Tania". Ms. Davis adjusted
the position of the blanket. "You've
been a guest long enough-it's well past time you earned your keep."
"But..."
"No buts!" Ms. Davis leaned in. "You have to cooperate." She shrugged.
"There's really no alternative."
She pointed to the door. "Those
men will want to celebrate tonight-and you will be a big part of that
celebration. Would you disappoint them?"
"But they want..."
"And you will
deliver all of it." She shook her
head. "Or else you will have to be
lashed."
"Lashed? You really..."
"I will personally
give you ten lashes it you refuse." She
locked stares with the girl. "My word on
that."
"I...I don't know..."
Ms. Davis hand
came out, touched the girl's head. "It
will be fine, Tania." She smiled. "It will be fine!"
***
The revels that
night were nothing extraordinary for the house.
Men yelled terrible oaths at one another, ate huge amounts of food,
drank great quantities of beer and other potables...
And had the girls
from the hunt to play with-however they wanted to play.
For a time, it was
business as usual. The men had fun with
the girls-but did nothing really untoward.
Some of them disappeared with the girl of his choice-headed for the
large play area in each room-the girls were prepared, and left happily with the
men.
All except for
Tania.
"I won't do
it!" She said when the big man from the
hunt approached her. "I'm not a
whore! No matter what you say, I just
won't do it!"
"Tania," Ms. Davis
said softly after reaching being summoned to the argument. 'I thought you understood..."
"I do!" Tania stood her ground defiantly. "And I'm not going to let him have me just
because of some damned hunt!"
"But he captured
you fair and square..."
"No!" She snarled the word. "It's not enough! I'm not his plaything! I'm a free woman!"
"This is too
bad." She glanced at the big man. "You're sure I can't convince you to try one
of the others? They're more than willing."
"But this one is
ours from the hunt!"
Ms. Davis sighed
and turned to the big man. "I'm very
sorry sir." She gestured and two young biddies
hurried to her side. "The hunt is, of
course, free of charge." She
smiled. "Take these two for the
night-our treat."
"And this
one?" He looked at Tania.
"She will be
properly punished." Ms. Davis' eyes
followed his. "You may watch if you
want."
"Yes." He regarded Tania. "I believe I will."
"Tomorrow
morning." She smiled. "Late-to allow you to get some rest." She gestured at two of the guards. "Take her."
Tania gasped as
the guards approached. "But the rules..."
"You've broken
them." Ms. Davis eyes were hard as
agate. "Now you'll pay the price." She motioned the guards. "Take her away."
Tania stood there,
frozen in place, as the two men advanced on her.
***
The Island had a
reputation-and Tania was about to discover how true it was. She was taken from the main hall and led down
and away from the various dwelling places to a nondescript building off to one
side of the central complex.
"What this?" She asked the men leading her. "It's not my dwelling..."
"It's the
punishment bay," one of the men told her, smiling. "It's where uppity bitches like you learn
their place."
"Their
place?" Tania was puzzled. "What are you talking about? I..."
She dug in her heels. "I won't go
in there! You must be mad to assume..."
"Shut up!" The man on her left stuck her-hard-across the
mouth. "Be a good, silent, bitch!"
"But I..." She looked at the men, saw him move his hand,
and decided it would be in her best interest to shut up.
She did.
"Good. You are capable of learning. Now..."
He opened a door. "Inside."
Tania hesitated,
suddenly afraid, but before she could do anything to change things, the man on
her right pushed her inside. "Just head
for the cage on the right, bitch." He
muttered. "And take off that dress."
Shocked, Tania
stared at him.
"I said." He gave her a look, then reached out and in
one move, tore the top of the dress free.
"Strip!"
Tania stood there,
stunned.
"Take it off,
girl." He gestured. "Or we will."
"I..."
She backed up as
the man on her right struck her. "Man,
you're stupid." He shook his head. "Take it off-now!"
Tania backed up
further-and felt the wall behind her. What
can I do? She asked herself. I can't stand up to these men. She looked at their faces. I have to...
Her hands went to
her dress and, face reddening, she took it off leaving herself with only a pair
of brief panties.
"I guess that'll
do." One of the men smiled. "For now."
He stepped past her and opened a door.
"Inside. Right now."
Afraid to do
anything else, Tania stepped into the cell.
"Good." He pushed the door closed, locking it. "Have a nice night." Another of those smiles. "I think I'll make time to see you get
punished in the morning." He looked her
over. "It might do you some good."
He turned away and
joined the second guard. They looked
around once more then turned and walked away.
***
Eric's
island-named for Eric Saxon who owned the place-was a smallish chunk of land in
the neighborhood of the Virgin Islands.
It had been explored and found to have no useful materials after which
it had been purchased by the Saxon Company.
They believed that it would make an ideal vacation spot.
It took a few years
but, eventually Mr. Saxon himself visited--and found that it was positioned outside
all spheres of influence.
He took its use
into his own hands.
He spent a year or
so building a few shelters, then put in the central building. Finished, Saxon put the entire island to the
use of 'friends' that he might want something from in the future.
He peopled it
entirely with attractive young women-women who then found themselves to be
outside the US justice system and entirely at the disposal of Mr. Saxon and his
assistants-a fact that was generally ignored but came up occasionally.
As the years
passed, the island became broken into two main areas. The first, near the airport, was a rather
well-situated resort with private cabanas for any guests who might want to use
the pool or an inlet of the sea. Nearby
was a large main room for special occasions.
Away from that, in a section with water on three sides were the quarters
of the 'help', girls who drafted in from the mainland and were used for all
kinds of action-from simple sex to something more illegitimate.
To the side of the
resort was a simple, smallish, building.
It contained a small jail where Tania spent a very unquiet night...
They wouldn't
really hurt me, she thought. They're just trying to scare me into doing
what they want. She took a deep
breath. But I won't do it! No matter what they order me to do, I won't
do it!
She looked around
the small room, then down at her own near nudity. I won't!
But try as she
might, she couldn't get away from the fear the guard had put inside her-a fear
that grew as the night slowly passed...