This is my first story, hope you all like it. Comments and the like will be greatfully accepted.
This is part one if you like it write and let me know.
By Papa Smurf, pasmurf@ecst.csuchico.edu
Talia woke from her nightmare with a start. Looking around in the morning light, she tried to identify what had awoken her. As soon as she took in her surroundings, she realized that she hadn't been dreaming. A gentle mist hovered inches above the forest floor. She had hoped to wake up and find herself safe in her own bed, instead she found herself in the middle of a lush green forest. The last two days of her life had been so bizarre and scary, she was sure it had to be a nightmare. Touching the small metal collar that encircled her neck, confirmed her fears; this wasn't a dream.
The forest's early morning calm was shattered by the deep growl of an animal in the distance. The growl was followed by the higher pitched sound of men yelling back and forth to each other. She couldn't understand what they were yelling because they were speaking in a strange language. Her heart began beat harder against her chest. Even though she could not understand what they were saying, she knew what they were yelling about. They were hunting her. Trying to locate the direction the voices were coming from, she looked around her as she got to her feet. The voices of the men seemed to be coming from everywhere, the thickness of the forest trees distorting them. The pitch and volume rose as the men closed in on her. Giving in to the panic building up inside of her, she began to run as fast as her legs could carry her. All rational thought was lost, her only concern was escape.
The landscape lost all definition as she ran through the forest. Tree branches whipped at her arms and legs leaving small red marks on her as she ran. She paid just enough attention to her surroundings to avoid hitting a tree or a rock in her way. Under normal circumstances she could jog about three miles at a fairly good pace. The combination of running as hard as she could and the fact that she was in near total panic, limited the distance she could run. As she ran, she could feel the parts of her body rebelling against the strain she was putting them under. The farther she ran the more the muscles in her legs burned.
She began to slow down, rapidly giving in to the fatigue that was consuming her. When she couldn't run any farther she collapsed to the ground. She had no idea how far she had run or where her hunters were. The pain in her chest felt as if someone had pushed a heated stake into her heart. The simple cloth shift she had on was soaked through with her sweat. The wet material clung to her like a second skin, perfectly outlining every curve of her body. If she could have seen herself at that moment, she would have been incredibly embarrassed at her appearance. Fortunately for her vanity, she had more important things to worry about then her appearance. Consumed with fatigue, she was too tired to panic. No longer concerned with anything but easing the pain in her chest and muscles, she never realized how loud her breathing was. Desperately trying to catch her breath, she was breathing rapid and shallow. Laying there on the forest floor, she could feel the warmth of the midmorning sun soothing her body. The sun's warmth worked its way into her body, relaxing her muscles and easing their tension. For a moment she forgot where she was and what was happening to her. The nightmare of the last two days slipped from her conscious mind and was replaced by a comforting, familiar, day- dream. She was laying on a white sand beach of some tropical island getting a suntan. Her dream was destroyed as the distinctive harsh noise of the hunter's yelling reached her. She willed her body to move but her drained muscles seemed unable to respond to her commands. After several agonizing minutes of silence had past, she heard the hunters again. But this time the voices seemed farther off. Maybe, she had actually run in the direction after all. This new found hope strengthen her resolve to move. With a great deal of struggling, she was able to sit up and take in her surroundings. She was in a small clearing bordered by large trees. A small stream of crystal blue water ran through the center of the clearing. For a moment she was caught off guard by the beauty of the forest. The warm sun had eliminated the mist that had enveloped the forest earlier. The trees towered above the forest floor, their branches blocked out most of the sun's light everywhere except for the clearing. The light that was able to penetrate the canopy of branches, formed a random pattern of light and dark areas on the forest floor. Returning her attention to the stream and ignoring the pain in her exhausted body, she worked up the strength to get up and move to the stream. The shimmering water looked cool and refreshing as it moved slowly through the clearing. Kneeling down next to the water, she cupped her hand and began to drink from the stream.
Jax had spotted her as soon as he reached the edge of the clearing. For a brief moment, standing back in the shadows watching her, he almost felt disappointed that he had caught her. She had provided him and his men considerable entertainment. She had eluded them for over a day. It was a shame that he must end such an enjoyable sport. He was tempted to let her flee again so that the game would continue, it had been a long time since he had an adequate test of his hunting skills. After all, there was little chance of her getting away. Her collar marked as a slave for the whole world to see. No one would help her even if they could understand what she was saying. If nothing else, someone would eventually claim her as their own. Her only true escape was death. But still, this one had spirit. Again he started to regret that she was just a slave. A strong spirit was not a quality for slave to have, hers would have to be broken. Watching her kneel before the water, he could not help but admire the supple tone of her thighs and the soft curve of her back. The shift she was wearing had dried and was no longer clinging to her body, denying him the exact detail of her body. He could tell from what little he could see of her flesh, that she would indeed bring her future master or mistress much pleasure, as long as she wasn't wasted as a common kitchen slave.
It wasn't that she was incredibly beautiful, he'd had women whose beauty made this one look ugly in comparison. It was her inner strength that attracted him. It had been a long time since a new arrival had eluded him this long. Most of the women he'd seen in his time as a slaver had broken easily and accepted their fate, but not this one, she was a fighter. If her new owner could properly harness her spirit, she would make a fine addition to any house.
What Talia never realized was that her whole "escape" had been carefully planned. This was a test that the slavers put to new arrivals. It allowed them to assess their new property to determine how difficult it would be to condition the slave to their new life. It allow the new arrivals to think that they had some hope of escaping their fate. When they were caught, usually after a few hours, it did more to break them then any whip could. The men usually eluded them longer than the women but not always. But in the end the hunters almost always caught their prey. The ones that did manage escape them, did not necessarily escape slavery. If they weren't caught by someone else, they were usually killed by something in this new world that they weren't prepared for.
Turning his attention back to the job at hand, he began to approach her from behind. He had been wrong about this one, misjudging her strength. When he first interviewed her on earth, he had seen a brief flicker of the fire that burned inside of her but had passed it off as surpressed passion. The watcher's report had said that she hadn't had any sexual relations in at least a year. She had fooled him, he had never expected her to be this strong willed.
Moving slowly, placing each step with deliberate care, he barely made a sound as he came up behind her. Talia never heard him, she had no idea that he was behind her until he grabbed a handful of her long brown hair and roughly yanked her head back. A sharp pain shot through her as her head was forced against her shoulders. She had to arch her back to lessen the pain at the base of her head. Holding by the hair, Jax leaned over her menacingly. She found herself face to face with her captor. She was momentarily lost in the deepest brown eyes she had ever seen. His eyes seemed to look right through her, piercing her soul. His eyes terrified her. They were cold and hard. She couldn't see any compassion or mercy in them. She felt his eyes studying her, almost like he was appraising her. She was not used to any man looking at her like he was. Before if a man had dared to stare at her, she would return his gaze with one of her own. She was able to stare anyone down. But not this man. He looked at her as if she was a thing instead of a person. A shudder passed through her as his eyes traveled down across her body.
"You've been very bad, little one," he said in English while pulling sharply on her hair to emphasize his point. A shot of pain went through her and she arched her back even farther, causing her scantily covered breasts to thrust upward. The effect was not lost on Jax. Her breasts were perfectly shaped and sized. And they were the right size, not too large or too small. There wasn't any sag to them that he could detect. Apart of her right nipple peeked out from under her garment. He could feel his arousal growing as he contemplated the pleasures her body would afford him. He was tempted to take her right now before he returned her to the slave pens. He watched intently as a trickle of sweat ran down the deep furrow between her breasts. His gazed frightened her, but she couldn't bring herself to do anything. She felt trapped and helpless before this man.
A sudden noise broke through his pondering. A shrill whistling rose above the forest. To anyone but a hunter it would sound like a bird call. It was actually a signal from one of the other hunters. He answered it with one of his own, informing his comrade that he had caught their prey. Hearing the acknowledgment signal he looked back down at Talia. Pulling on her hair again to draw her eyes to his, he said in a deep throaty growl, "you have caused quite enough trouble little one, it is time to go back." Her eyes went wide as she realized that he was speaking English. Her own language almost sounded foreign to her.
"Please let me go home," she pleaded as her eyes began to fill with tears. "I can pay you."
"But I don't need your money."
"Please, let me go." She was crying heavily now. "I'll do anything, just let me go, please."
His eyebrows raised at hearing her beg. So, she wasn't as smart as he had thought, She still didn't understand her fate. "Anything?" He asked as his other had reached down and cupped her right breast. She tried to shy away from his touch but his hand in her hair held fast.
Closing her eyes and swallowing hard and loudly as if she were swallowing her pride she said in a quiet voice, "yes, anything!"
"Tell me exactly what you'll do for me." His hand continued to squeeze and caress her breast, causing the nipple to harden, seemingly of its own will.
"I'll let you..." she paused as she choked on the words.
"You'll let me, what?" He demanded.
"I'll let you...have me." She stammered.
His laughing caught her totally off guard. "You still don't get it, do you?" He pulled her back as he leaned down closer to her until their faces were just inches apart. "You can never go home. You will spend the rest of your life here," he paused to his words sink in, "as a slave." He released his grip on her hair and stood back up. Hearing him confirm what she had feared was happening to her, destroyed any hope of escape she had. She slumped forward to the ground and began to cry violently. Spasms rocked her body as her world collapsed about her.
Having seen this many times before, Jax knew that she would be much more manageable after she got this out of her system. Stepping back from her, he adjusted his tunic and checked his sword belt. Like his fellow slavers he wore a deep purple tunic that was belted at his waist. The purple of his tunic was the color reserved for those of the slave trade. Each "profession" or caste had it's own color. On his belt he wore a long sword, a dagger, and several pouches. He had left his other weapons with the horses, knowing that he would not need them to catch the runaway. Looking about he clearing he saw one of his men step out of the shadows. Giving him a coded hand gesture and seeing Jax nod in acknowledgment, the man retreated back into the shadow of the forest.
Jax looked at her again. She was curled up in the fetal position on the forest floor. Her sobbing had died down and was now nothing more than a low whimpering. Occasionally she would she would whisper, "no it's not true, it can't be." But somehow in her heart, she knew it was.
Removing a foot long strip of leather from a pouch on his belt, he leaned over her again. "It's time that you pay for running away, little one." His voice was cold and hard. Looking up at him through reddened eyes, she saw the leather thong in his hand. Beginning to panic again, she tried to scramble out of his reach.
He reacted instinctively, his hand shot out with lightning speed and grabbed her ankle. Before she realized what was happening he had dragged her back to him and turned her onto her stomach. Her breath was knocked out her as he swiftly kneeled onto her back to pin her down. The muscles and joints were filled with pain as her arms were stretched roughly behind her back. His grip on her was like steel. Her wrists were crossed and the strip of leather was wrapped around them. The leather bit into her flesh as she struggled to free herself. The pressure on her back eased and she was able to draw as he got off her back. The effort of her struggling, frantic at first, eased and slowed as she realized that she was expertly bound. Turning on her side she was able to see him. He was standing there, arms folded across his chest and a grin on his face that set a fire burning in her soul. At that moment all the hatred she possessed was focused on him. Knowing full well the futility of her actions, she continued to try and free herself. Her movements only caused the leather to constrict about her wrists. Standing there watching her struggling was having an effect on him. His heart began to thump against his chest and a heat started to spread throughout his body. All other considerations were pushed from his mind by his burning desire. All rational thought was swept aside until all that remained was his need to posses her.
Talia had finally given up her endeavors to free herself. Her body was again covered with a sheen of sweat and every muscle was sore from her exertions. Her chest was heaving as she used all of her remaining energy to catch her breath. Seeing Jax move out of the corner of her eye, she turned her attention to him. His face was contorted by a look of raw desire. She had never seen any man look at her like that. It was primal and animal like. All signs of tenderness or caring were absent from his eyes, only lust existed there. He reached for her. Overcome with a fear more intense than any she had ever felt, she tried desperately to escape him. Because her arms were bound behind her, there was little she could do to evade him.
In a flash he was on top of her, pinning her on her back. The sudden force of his weight on top of her pushed the air from her lungs. It felt as if his body was on fire. His touch burned her skin. The fabric of her livery rubbed roughly across her soft skin as he pulled on it. The material felt like sandpaper on her as it stretched away from her body. The livery gave way and ripped from her body. He tossed the now useless garment away without a thought. The only thing that existed for him was the naked body beneath him. With her heart racing and adrenaline running through her body, she tried in vain to get away from him. His eyes traveled over her now exposed flesh, taking in the beauty of her body. She tried to scream but just as her lungs filled with air, he covered her mouth with his and pushed his tongue into it. His hands roamed across her body, roughly caressing and grabbing her tender flesh. Her skin burned as he touched her. A tremor coursed through her as one of his hands stopped on her breast and the other pushed down into the valley between her legs. She tried in vain to lock her legs together but his hand had lodged between them to fast. Every nerve ending in her body was alive with strange new sensations. As his fingers pushed through the coarse brown hair at the top of her thighs, she tried to sink into the ground to avoid his touch. An electric shock shot through her causing her to shudder as his hand made contact with her vagina. She struggled to try to get away from his insistent hand. Instead of escaping him, her struggling only seemed to add to his growing arousal. His fingers found her clitoris and began to stroke it lightly. His touch, at first, was so soft she barely felt it. Continuing to touch her his finger began to slowly place more pressure on her. Her sex began to throb with arousal in response to his actions.
He broke their kiss and his mouth moved down to her chest. His mouth came down on her breast and his lips locked on to the nipple. She was breathing heavily now partially because she was trying to catch her breath and partially because of the growing excitement in her body. She tried with every once of strength to remain still and not give in to the sensations her body was being assaulted with. She was fighting a losing battle and she knew it. Her nipples were hardening and her whole body seemed to be heating up. The realization that she was no longer in control of her own body caused her to shake with despair. His movements were manipulating her every reaction. The first traces of moisture began to appear between her thighs. His finger ran down along the swollen lips of her sex slowly, gently easing them apart. The finger stopped at the bottom of the lips and curved up and into her. As his finger probed inside of her separating her inner walls, his thumb pushed against her clit. The rough skin on the pad of his ąthumb traced over the overly sensitive nub causing it to throb even more. Through clenched teeth a moan escaped her mouth. If he could have, he would have smiled at that moment but his mouth was busy. Both of her nipples having been worked over by his tongue were hard and puckered. Her hips arched up pushing against his hand to increase to simulation of her sex. The finger trapped inside of her slowly eased out and then pushed back in over and over again, each time going a little deeper, invading her a little more. She began to shake again, but this time the tremors running through her were from pleasure not fear or dispare.
The world ceased to exist for her. Time had stopped. She was losing control, giving in to him. The sensations caused by his mouth and hands were all she knew. All else lost meaning for her. Trails of moisture left by his tongue glistened on her chest as his mouth alternated between her breasts. Every time a finger or thumb brushed against her clit an electric jolt shot through her causing her to arch against him. The finger inside her was slick with her fluids. Almost against her will she could feel the arousal growing to the boiling point. The thought that she could be forced to possibly achieve orgasm both horrified and thrilled her. She could no longer pretend to fight it and gave in. Her body was his to control and use.
He body seemed to mold to his as he felt the last of her resistance fade. He removed his hands from her and moved up on her body. The sudden lost of contact and realization of what was going to happen next, forced her to focus on him. Her body tensed and her muscles locked up as she felt him pushing at the entrance of her vagina. The head of his penis slipped gently between the outer lips of her sex. She felt him push into her slowly. The invasion of her inner being was so subtle, he seemed to be only going in a millimeter at a time. This new slower pace compared to speed of her arousal was maddening. She was teetering on the edge waiting for the final push that would send her into the abyss. It was if he had somehow sensed her need and purposely holding her on the brink, stopping just when she needed him to continue. Slowly, methodically, he was pushing deeper and deeper.
When he was finally fully inside her, she could only moan and whimper. Opening her eyes she found his on her, studying her. There was something in those dark eyes that terrified her but she couldn't identify it. His hips pulled back and penis was eased out of her. When only the head remained inside he pushed down again filling her. Her eyes closed to concentrate on the feelings emanating from her sex. Over and over he would slowly withdraw and push back into her. The pace slowly increased speed and force until he was pushing into her with all his might. her hips were launching up to me his thrusts with almost equal force. They were both lost to the world, the only thing that mattered was this primal act. All focus was on their joining. His mouth sought hers and was met with active, desperate kisses. No longer able to deny the passion inside of her, she needed all that he could give her. She wanted to reach up and caress his flesh, to feel the hard muscles rippling under his skin.
To Jax this was simply a means to an end. Taking her like this, giving her no choice, would serve to show her that her life was no longer hers to control. She was moving beneath him, desperate to increase her own pleasure. Her hips thrust up to meet his, as if to pull him deeper inside. Thrust meet thrust as she struggle to reach her peek.
Jax could feel the passion building inside her. 'She is actually enjoying this', he thought to himself, 'incredible!'
"Enjoying this, little one?"
She could only grunt in response. She was so close, just a little bit longer and...
Without warning, he roughly pulled free of her and stood up and looked down at her. She could twist on the ground and moan. "Please," she begged.
"Its time that you learned that you exist for other's pleasure, your own needs are of no concern." With that he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to a kneeling position. Confused and on the verge of an orgasm, she looked wildly about. His hand grabbed her hair at the base of her skull and turned her head to face him. As she opened her mouth to scream with pain, he force his penis into her mouth.
She tried to shake free from his grip, to get him out of her mouth, but his grip was too strong. He began to pull and push her head up and down on him, each time going a little farther into her. She could feel the contours of his shaft as it pushed past her lips. Every time she tried to take a breath, he pushed into her. Several times he went too deep and she gagged. Suddenly her erupted inside her mouth, filling her mouth and throat with his come. It burned inside her, as she began to swallow it.
He pulled her off of him by her hair and through her to the ground. She was too shocked to do anything but lay there, gasping for breath, with his come seeping out of the corner of her mouth, and stare up at him. "Now you begin your life as a slave.