Message-ID: <18607eli$9901212013@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/18607.txt> From: shiloh@catholic.org Subject: Call of the Wild, ch.1 (kidnap, bondage) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <75u0lf$qn$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Consuela had not heard the rumors or she would've been more careful. She did not know that rogue slavers were about, looking for fresh meat to take back up North. And the fact was that experienced slaves brought a much better price than untrained girls. All the bitches on the estate should've been more careful. Consuela lived in a big house on the banana and sugar cane plantation owned by Emanuel de Faya. All around there were narrow country roads leading out through the fields, and up to the lake where they drew their water. In back there was a spacious garden with its own army of groundskeepers. All in all it was like living in a tropical heaven, and Consuela could not have been more content. She ruled every square inch of this domain like a queen. Sure, there were other slaves, but none like her. In her four years there she had earned her Master's favor like no other. She had gone from a kennel off the main house to the main house itself, and now she even lorded over the other house slaves, the little blonde named Cecile and the tall, dark Indian girl named Anna. No one could touch her, not the other slaves at least. During the mornings and the afternoons she had the run of the whole plantation. She could bask in the sun or go for a dip in the lake. There was usually someone not far away; but unlike the other bitches, Consuela didn't even have to be kept on a leash most times. That's how much she was trusted and respected throughout the realm. She especially enjoyed when the Master's two grown sons came home from the University in the States, for then she got to go out and about with them. They were robust and manly, and just like their father they afforded Consuela all that was due to her as the number one girl. She carried her head high like a queen, knowing the other slaves only WISHED they could be with the two young Masters in the privacy of the garden, or up by the lake where they swam with her and used her up to their hips in the cool, refreshing water. Consuela took extra pride in her long black hair, her perfectly proportioned figure, and her flashy green eyes which made everyone want her. She bore herself with the dignity which came naturally from a pampered life and a place at the Master's right hand. She was the aristocrat of slaves; a little full of herself, it was true, but why not? No one could compare with her brilliance and charm. Her status could never be challenged, or at least so she felt. And that was enough for her. This was the world Consuela lived in when the rogue slavers quietly made their way into ports all around the Caribbean. Word got around, especially to one of the houseboys on the de Faya plantation, a man named Roberto. No one knew it at the time, but Roberto had a problem with drink, and with card games. He was up to his neck in debt to some of the more unforgiving men down at the docks, and needed a way out. When he heard the slavers were in town, he knew just what he had to do. It happened that the Master was away on business, and the boys were off at school. Consuela thought nothing of it when Roberto came to her that night and suggested he take her out for some exercise. This was not an unusual occurence. Out in the garden, Roberto pu Consuela on a leash. She accepted it with quiet dignity. It wasn't the norm for her, but she had learned to trust the men who worked for the Master, and if Roberto wanted her on a leash then he must've had his reasons. She walked quietly down to the road with him, a breeze feeling cool on her gorgeous naked body. But when another man met them at the gate, a man she didn't know, and Roberto put the leash in his hands, she knew something was wrong. She tugged at the leash and peered questioningly at Roberto, but he said nothing, and the man who was holding her kept a firm grip, not letting her go. He kept eyeing her up and down, this other man, and Consuela didn't like it. Sure she was meat, but she belonged to her Master, and only those he trusted were allowed to look at her like that. "Well," said Roberto, "you can't tell me she's not worth a pretty penny." "That's true," said the man. Then the two started talking about price, and Consuela understood at once what was happening. In a fit of rage she tore at the leash. When that didn't work, she sprang at the stranger ready to claw his eyes out if necessary and bolt back for the safety of the house. Roberto spun around and caught her with a forearm to the throat, knocking her to the ground. Consuela struggled to her feet, her eyes ablaze with anger, both at Roberto and this strange man in the black coat. She surged at them again. This time the stranger whipped out a cattle prod and struck her right on the shoulder, sending a painful shock straight up her neck. It stopped her in her tracks. She growled and came at him again, and again she was struck, this time on the forehead. She hit the ground, blood gushing from an open wound. The man in black seemed so calm, almost waiting for her to get up and try again. She tried to pull the leash from his hands once more, but it was no use. They only started laughing at her. Some money changed hands and Roberto started to make his way back toward the house. This sent a new wave of rage and fear through Consuela, and she pounced at the man holding her leash one last time in total desperation. Down came the club again, and down went Consuela onto her back. She rolled over in the dirt, sobbing and gasping from the pain. Two more blows across her back left her all but limp and breathless. The man forced a foul-tasting wad into her mouth and sealed it with tape, then bound her hands and her feet and loaded her into a cage in the back of his truck. All during the bumpy ride Consuela kicked at the bars of the cage but it was no use. The man in the black coat drove around for hours until late in the night, the went to the docks when everything was quiet. Consuela was loaded onto a boat to be shipped out. There were two other girls down in the hold, a blond named who was moody and had a viscious streak, and a tall, dark Caribbean girl. Consuela was untied and ungagged, and Jean -- that was his name, a French Canadian -- put a diaper on her, just like what the other bitches were wearing. Consuela was tired and beaten. Her body ached, and she still couldn't understand why she had been taken from her Master. Who would do such a thing? The voyage lasted several days. Sometimes they would stop at another port, some money would change hands, and a new girl would join them in the hold. Everyone learned to steer clear of the blond. Consuela, like all the others, gave in to her captivity and sat quietly, waiting each day for the new Masters to bring down bowls of food and water for the girls. They were gruff, sea- faring men, but fair. Once the blond tried to steal some of the cold boiled chicken from Consuela's bowl, but Jean bashed her across the shoulders with a riding crop and she scurried back to her corner, pouting. At least they treated the girls with some measure of respect, and didn't let anyone get out of line. Consuela could respect that. Finally the ship dropped anchor in the Hudson River, and all the girls were loaded into a van to be driven to their new home in Fairfield. It was a nice country house away from prying eyes. When she stepped out of the van, Consuela's bare feet crunched on the soft, stinging white powder that covered the ground. She looked around her in amazement. They men there started snickering. It was the first time she had seen snow. -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>