Jane Randolph
Chapter One
My name is Jane Randolph. The story I am about to relate is so
bizarre you may not believe it. Heavens knows, I am having trouble
believing it myself, except that I have the visible reminders that it
is true.
Twenty-nine years of age, I have been a high-school English teacher
for eight years. Still single, although Ralph Abrams and I have been
dating each other pretty steadily for the past eighteen months. I
would guess that I am considered fairly attractive with dark auburn
hair, blue eyes and a very trim figure which I catered to by working
out religiously four times a week.
My problems began when I decided to take a week's vacation in Belize
to sort through my involvement with Ralph and to rest up for the
coming school year. I had rented a small car from an agency near my
hotel and started out to explore the countryside. Since the VW bug
was not air-conditioned, I had chosen to wear a simple halter and
shorts over my bikini with a pair of open sandals. Both windows were
down and I was enjoying the wind blowing my hair back as I sped down
the back roads, searching for a deserted beach.
Forty or fifty kilometers from the hotel, I was met by a roadblock
with two men carrying automatic weapons. They were not dressed in
uniform and for an instant, I thought of not stopping. Since then, I
have wished that I hadn't but that would have eliminated this story.
I am barely conversant in Spanish and when I pulled up to a stop, one
of the men leaned into the car and said something that I didn't
understand. I shook my head to indicate that. Apparently this was
the wrong response because he angrily jerked the car door open and
motioned for me to get out. While I was doing this the other man was
talking over a hand-held radio. In less that two minutes, a jeep
carrying two more armed men arrived at the roadblock and carried on a
frenzied conversation with the man who had taken me from the car.
Through a few words that I understood and the aim of his weapon, I
gathered that they wanted me to get into the jeep. Terrified, I saw
no other alternative and reluctantly climbed into the back seat. The
two late arrivals jumped in and we tore off in the direction that I
had been heading before being stopped.
Two or three minutes later, we were heading off into the jungle,
having left the pavement for a narrow trail through the dense
underbrush. I was kept busy dodging the low hanging branches of the
trees while my two companions seemingly ignored the close calls we
made with a number of trees.
Eventually we came to a small clearing where a couple of frame huts
stood. I saw a half dozen men standing around, all carrying automatic
weapons. But the thing that disturbed me most was the sight of a
dozen women, chained to a huge wooden wheel, slowly trudging in a
circle while the wheel turned. A huge monster of a man stood nearby,
bare-chested and holding a menacing bull-whip which he cracked
occasionally as he barked out orders to the poor suffering women. The
only clothing the women wore were leather collars around their necks,
wrists and ankles, and a thin leather thong. Several of the women
bore vivid welts across their backs as they labored.
Stunned, I sat in the back of the jeep until one of the men grabbed my
arm and pulled me from the vehicle. I was roughly ushered into a
nearby building and taken into a room where a bearded man sat at a
desk, talking over a hand-held radio. I couldn't understand much of
what he said, but the words were spoken angrily. I tried to wrest
myself from the grip on my arms but it was useless. Helpless, I stood
before the bearded man's desk while we waited for him to finish his
conversation.
When he shut off the radio, one of the men from the jeep tossed him my
purse, which he proceeded to empty on top of the desk despite my
protestations. Examining my billfold, he pocketed my cash and studied
my driver's license.
"You are Jane Randolph?"
"Yes. Please! Give me back my things and take me back to my car.
You have no right to hold me here. I have done nothing wrong!"
"SHUT UP!"
Stunned, I shrank back a bit as I stared into the cruelest eyes I had
ever seen. The bearded man rose from his seat and walked around the
desk until he stood facing me, his head only inches from mine.
"You have invaded the territory of Joaquin Morales without permission.
Those that do must suffer the consequences."
"But, I don't know you! I saw no signs denying my access to the
highway. Who are you?
'I am Joaquin Morales. General Joaquin Morales. This is my
encampment. We are processing drugs for your stupid countrymen to
burn up their brains with. How do I know you are not a government
spy, sent to find my camp?
I shook my head in dismay. "General, do I look like a spy? I am
simply a schoolteacher on vacation. Now, let's take me back to my car
and forget the entire episode. I promise I'll not say another word
about this to anyone."
"You have seen my camp, now. Why do you think I am so stupid as to
let you go free after you've seen what is here? Besides, we need
additional workers to help mill the powder your people love to shove
up their nose. You appear to be in good health. Take off your
clothes and let me examine you."
"You've got to be kidding, General! I'll never submit to that! Now,
let's stop this sham and take me back to my car."
"I SAID TO TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES! Perhaps you would prefer for my men
to do it for you?"
One of the men from the jeep grabbed my halter and began to pull on
it.
"Wait! Don't tear it!" For some reason, I held out hope that I would
be released and I wanted clothes to wear when that happened. It
appeared I had little choice but to comply.
I hooked my thumbs in the waist of my shorts and pulled them down over
my hips, allowing them to fall to the floor where I stepped out of
them. I know that I was blushing profusely as I reached behind my
back to undo the clasp holding my halter. I had planned on sunning
topless and had foregone wearing the top to my bikini. Swallowing
hard, I pulled the straps from my shoulders and allowed the halter to
join my shorts at my feet. I stood holding my arms across my chest in
a futile effort to hide my nakedness.
"Everything!" Joaquin commanded. I knew that I would have to shed my
bikini bottom but the thought sent me into a state of despair.
"EVERYTHING!" the command came again and I peeled my last remaining
article of clothing off as tears streamed from my eyes. Embarrassed
and chagrined, I stood trembling before the three men as three pairs
of eyes explored every inch of my body.
"Very good! Excellent! Yes, you will do well. I will be able to
sell you for a lot of money!"
Sell me! The words went through my brain like a bolt of lightning. I
was sinking further and further into a pit of desolation from which I
saw no escape. The incongruity of my situation was overwhelming.
Just hours ago I was a happy tourist on a day's escapade and now I was
being treated like something to be sold! I began to tremble and
despite my resolve, I started to sob uncontrollably.
"Pedro! See that our new recruit is suitably outfitted for her new
responsibilities. It would be a good idea to show her the whip so
that she has a good understanding of the need to obey all orders
instantly. Her hesitancy in removing her clothes reflects a
stubbornness that we will have to overcome."
As the two men from the jeep grabbed my arms and prepared to take me
out of the room, I could hear Joaquin's voice behind me.
"The women you saw on the wheel were also stubborn at one time. Now,
we have no stubborn people here."
I was half-pulled, half-pushed into the room across the hall where
Pedro rifled through a dresser drawer and pulled out a small leather
thong that he threw at me.
"Put this on!" he ordered. I examined the tiny article and saw that
it consisted of a four-inch triangle connected at the corners by a
thin strip of leather that tied at the ends. Thankful for any type of
covering, I drew the leather strap around my waist, positioning the
triangle so that it covered my sex. I reached down between my legs
and drew the third strip of leather up between my thighs. The leather
strap parted the lips of my pussy as I pulled it up to tie in back. I
fought the strange sensation that the intruding garment created until
I had the incongruous garment in place. When I straightened up and
dropped my hands, both arms were immediately grabbed and leather bands
placed around my wrists. Buckles were pulled tightly and I saw that
the bands contained metal rings on either side of my wrists. While I
was staring at these instruments of constraint, the two men placed
similar straps around my ankles. I was now attired in the same
costume as the women I had seen in the yard outside.
I must confess that I experienced some strange sensations standing
virtually naked before the two men. While I was terrified to be sure,
I enjoyed sort of an obscene pleasure in the lustful stares my body
was provoking. Despite myself, I thrust my tits out and threw back my
shoulders, almost defiantly. Pedro stared at me and licked his lips.
Suddenly realizing my sordid attempt at seduction, he grabbed my arm
and propelled me out of the room and out of the building.
The bright sun blinded me temporarily and I was unaware of my
whereabouts as I struggled across the dusty courtyard of the
encampment in the firm grip of Pedro and his companion. The first
inclination of my predicament came when my arms were lifted over my
head and I heard snaps. Blinking, I looked up to see my wrists
fastened to the top of a tall wooden shaft. The smooth wood pressed
against my naked breasts. Beyond the post, still laboring in the
never-ending circle were the twelve women I was slated to join. Sweat
dripped from their naked bodies as they laboriously pushed the wheel
around and around. It didn't dawn on me at the moment that the
bare-chested man had left his post and taken his position behind me.
I scarcely noticed it when Pedro took my hair and brought it over my
shoulder
Whatever thoughts I had at the moment were banished when my back
exploded in a riot of pain and I surged forward against the post. My
breath left my lungs in one huge explosive gasp as the nerves in my
body screamed in protest. Before I could catch my breath, another
stroke creased my buttocks and my body surged against the unforgiving
post.
Again and again the whip found my bare back, shoulders, hips, thighs
and buttocks. I heard hideous screams and realized that they were my
own as I fought to maintain my sanity. Sweat was pouring from me now
and, mixed with the welts raised by the whip, sent agonizing messages
to my brain. By the time the whip-wielding man had stopped, I was
reduced to a whimpering, sobbing animal; hanging by my wrists and
unable to stand. Certain that the flesh had been removed from my
back, I hung in despair; my hair matted and tangled. In desperation,
I had twisted in an attempt to escape the lash and instead caught two
strokes across my breasts that sent me into a paroxysm of agony. My
bladder released and a stream of urine ran down my thighs. My world
consisted of nothing but pain and desperation.
They left me hanging there for the rest of the day. Toward evening, I
watched as six women were led to the wheel and tethered to it,
replacing six who were led off to someplace behind the building where
Joaquin's office was. With the encouragement of the whip, they began
their endless journey around the circle.
The pain in my body was replaced by a continuous ache combined with a
growing thirst. I had received nothing in the form of food or drink
since early that day and the sun, combined with the torture had left
me dehydrated. My lips were parched and my tongue did nothing to
satisfy their thirst for moisture.
As the sun was setting, the man called Pedro came and silently
released me from the post. If he had not caught me, I would have
fallen to the ground. Half carrying, half dragging me, he took me in
the direction where I had seen the six women taken who had been
released from the wheel.
Behind Joaquin's office building, was a low rising cliff with stone
jutting out beneath a grassy knoll. Carved into the stone were
individual cages, no more than three feet high with iron bars covering
the front. I could see several women peering out from behind the bars
as Pedro drew me to a vacant one. Drawing my arms behind my back, he
locked my wrists together before opening the cage door and pushing me
inside. I found myself in a sort of cave that extended into the cliff
five or six feet. The floor was covered with straw. There was
nothing else inside the small cell.
Pedro placed a small bowl of what appeared to be beans inside the cage
along with another bowl of water. Unable to use my hands, I eagerly
bent down and began to lap up the water like an animal. Tasting the
beans, however, was not as pleasant an experience. Highly seasoned,
they only increased my thirst and I abandoned them after only a few
bites.
I lay back against the straw, doing so rather tentatively, testing my
back against the floor's covering. A moan escaped my lips as I
touched the straw.
"Psssst"
I thought I heard a sound coming from nearby, but I wasn't sure.
"Pssst! New girl!"
It was! Someone was calling out to me. I crawled slowly over to the
front of the cage and tried to look out. Darkness had fallen and the
only thing I could see was a light in the building where Joaquin's
office was. I pressed my face against the bars and tried to look to
one side. The cliff curved a bit but it was impossible to see inside
any of the other cages.
"I'm here," I whispered.
"Welcome to Hell!" came the response.
"How long have you been here?"
"I lost track a long time ago. I know I've had five periods since
Joaquin's men took me. So, I guess its about four or five months."
"Is there any chance of escape?"
"No! I suggest you not try it. One of the women did and they caught
her within two hours. What they did to her was a good lesson for the
rest of us and they did it where we could all watch. I'll never try
to escape even as bad as it gets."
"What did they do?"
"Believe me, you don't want to know. Let me just say that she lived
far too long before they generously let her die."
"What do they do here? Joaquin mentioned something about making
narcotics."
"That and a bit of slave trading. You saw us on the wheel today.
Twelve hours on and twelve hours off, in two shifts of six hours each.
The wheel turns an underground pump that is used in the manufacturing
of the grade A powder Joaquin is selling. Try to stay out of the pump
room; that is the worst place to be."
"You'll be whipped occasionally for the slightest of infractions. The
problem is you never know what the rules are so they can cite you for
an infraction for any number of reasons. You'll also be fucked
whenever someone has the urge. Joaquin enjoys having one of us up to
his room occasionally for a few games of his own making. The sadistic
bastard! Leona, in the cage at the end, couldn't walk for a week
after one evening session with Joaquin. Because she couldn't walk, he
had her whipped each morning and returned to her cage. She finally in
desperation crawled out one day and allowed herself to be attached to
the wheel. How she maintained her footing that day I'll never
understand. All of us took the work of the wheel away from her so
that she only had to walk around the circle, but that must have been a
supreme effort on her part."
"What is your name?"
"Desdemona. Yours?"
"Jane. Jane Randolph."
"We don't use last names here, Jane. Anyway, you'll probably get a
new one before you leave here anyway."
"Leave here? I thought you said escape was impossible."
"I'm not talking about escape. Don't you remember I said he was also
involved in slave-trading."
I sat in stunned silence. Sold as a slave! This couldn't be
happening In the twenty-first century!
-o0o-
I must have dozed off because I awoke with a start. The cage door had
opened to my small cell and someone was pulling on my leg.
"Come! Come!"
I crawled through the small opening on my stomach. Every muscle in my
body screamed in protest at each movement. It took every bit of
energy I had to stand up. It was still dark and my guard held a small
lantern up to my face, blinding me. I tried to shield my eyes,
temporarily forgetting that my hands were bound behind me.
"Come!" The lantern moved off and I obediently followed. It was
deathly quiet; the only sound was some bird in the jungle sounding
it's mating call. I shivered a little although the night was still
quite warm.
I soon found myself standing beside the wheel, waiting for one of the
women to be unfettered. As she stood, temporarily free of restraint,
she stared at me with a look of sheer exhaustion coupled with what I
detected was sympathy. I felt my wrists being released from their
restraint and I was jerked into position behind one of the spokes of
the wheel. My wrists were quickly locked in place as I grasped the
smooth wooden shaft, still warm from the previous occupant's touch.
Glancing around I saw that the other eleven spokes of the wheel were
already occupied. Two or three of the women stared at me curiously as
we waited for the order to move. When it came, it came as a stroke of
the whip and the twelve of us started on our six hour journey to
nowhere.
After an hour or so, my body was so tired I could hardly move.
Pushing on the wheel seemed like trying to move a brick wall and I
wondered if the other women were indoctrinating me by simply holding
on to their spoke without pushing. Sweat dripped from my body and my
muscles ached and cried out for relief; relief that wasn't to be had.
After two hours we were given a short break and a ladle of water was
offered to each of us. I drank like it was the nectar of the gods!
Then it was back to pushing the wheel.
A brief rain storm cooled us off a bit and we all slowed to savor the
refreshing water. The whip-master noticed this and began to flail us
with his whip until we were literally jogging as the wheel spun
around. When the faint traces of sunrise began to show over the
jungle treetops, I was never more happy to hear the order to stop as
twelve more recruits were brought forward to replace us.
I lined up behind the others, waiting to be taken back to the cages
when a hand grabbed me by the shoulder.
"General Joaquin wants to see you. Come with me."
Pedro took me by the arm and guided me back to the building where I
had first been taken. Rather than entering the General's office,
however, I was taken to the back of the building into a room that was
obviously the General's living quarters. Lavishly furnished, it
seemed out of place in such a primitive area.
"Wait here," Pedro said as he knocked on a door at the back of the
room. The door opened and Joaquin walked in, wearing a dark red silk
robe. He was holding a cigar and smoke rose lazily from it's tip.
"Well, I see our newest arrival has experienced her first turn at the
wheel. None the worse for wear, I trust?"
"No, General." I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of knowing
that I was near exhaustion.
"Good! I thought perhaps you could provide a little pleasure for me
before you return to your cage. Come over here."
Joaquin sat down in a blue velvet chair with wooden arms. It was not
until I approached him that I saw metal clips attached to the back of
the arms. Pedro grabbed my shoulders and forced me to my knees in
front of Joaquin's chair. Extending my arms, he clipped my wrists to
the back of the chair's arms so that I was effectively pinned in
place. It was obvious what I was supposed to do.
Joaquin untied the sash around his robe and let if fall apart. Naked
beneath it, I gazed down at a mass of dark hair and rising from it the
largest cock I had ever seen.
"Take it in your mouth, school teacher!"
I hesitated. The thought was abhorrent to me but at the same time I
felt a stirring that I had not felt in a long time. When the whip
struck my back, I dove for Joaquin's groin and swallowed the
semi-erect penis, feeling the tip of it against the roof of my mouth.
The whip struck again and my tongue began to lick the bottom of his
shaft. I felt it begin to grow inside my and my head began to bob up
and down as my lips closed tightly against his now rigid meat. As I
moved up and down, the whip found my back continually but I was so
absorbed In my own lust that I actually welcomed it. My breasts
rubbed against his thighs as I moved and my nipples grew hard as
rocks.
Lost in my thoughts, I was a little surprised when his cock suddenly
jerked and his load of sperm filled my throat. I swallowed quickly
but some dribbled from the corner of my lips and on to my chin. I
raised my head to look up at Joaquin, hoping for some type of praise,
I guess, but his stare at me was indifferent.
Pedro released my wrists from the chair arm but quickly brought them
behind me and fastened them once again.
"A sorry little cock-sucker, Pedro," Joaquin announced as I stood
humbled before this drug dealer, naked with cum dripping from my lips
and my own juices running down my thighs. I'm not sure what I wanted
at that moment: either a cock up my pussy or a hole to go hide in.
Even in the dire situation I found myself in, I wanted to please the
very man who had brought pain and misery into my life.
"Put her in the pump room. Perhaps that will give her some
encouragement to do a better job next time."
-o0o-
After three days in the pump room, I was ready to agree to anything
Joaquin ordered me to do.
-o0o-
"Jane Randolph!"
"Yes! Yes, Master!"
"You are nothing but a slut!"
"Yes, Master!"
"What are you?"
"A slut, master!"
"A poor, miserable, sorry cock-sucking slut!"
"Yes, Master!"
"Say it!"
"I am a poor, miserable, sorry cock-sucking slut!"
"Put your hands up in the air!"
"Yes, Master."
"Higher!"
"Yes, Master!" I stretch my arms upward as high as I can. My tits
are sticking straight out' my nipples hard as rocks. I feel myself
growing wetter by the minute.
The whip struck my back and I surged forward, a gasp escaping from my
lips.
"Stand still!"
"Yes, Master," I moan. My back is aflame but my pussy is now sopping
wet. I begin to perspire. The whip strikes again and once more I
stagger forward before catching myself.
"I told you to stand still!"
My answer is simply a sob as I begin to tremble. The pain in my back
has now reached every nerve fiber of my body.
"What should I do with you, poor miserable cock-sucking slut?"
'Whip me, Master!"
"Where, slut?"
"Whip my tits, Master! Whip my pussy!"
"Spread your legs, slut!"
As I obey Joaquin's command, I am astonished that these words have
come from me. Four weeks ago, I would never have considered using the
term "pussy" or "tits" in conversation.
The whip strikes swiftly. The second blow, coming from the floor up
between my thighs, sends me to my knees as I scream in anguish. My
body is afire with a combination of pain and lust. I roll over on my
back, my hand between my legs, massaging my burning cunt-lips.
"Who gave you permission to play with yourself?"
The whip struck me again, across the stomach and I cried out in agony.
Instinctively, I curled up in a fetal position, hugging my aching
breasts. Tears streamed from my eyes and sweat poured from every pore
in my body. The whip descends on me and I begin to crawl, my breasts
rubbing against the wooden floor. I am screaming at the top of my
lungs as Joaquin lashes me with all of his strength. Finally, he
stops.
"Come here!"
I crawl over to where Joaquin is seated. His robe has been untied and
is open, exposing his rigid erection. I know what I am to do. I
kneel between his thighs and take it into my mouth, licking it softly
from tip to base. His balls are next as I caress them with my tongue.
"Pedro!"
I hear the command as a distant shout and know what is coming next. I
raise my aching body up until I am on my knees, my butt sticking up in
the air. At no time do I relinquish my oral grip on Joaquin's cock.
The ridges of his blood vessels touch my lips as my head bobs up and
down in it's fervent task. I feel two hands on the cheeks of my ass,
parting them. I sense Pedro's cock pressing against my anus and I try
to relax my sphincter muscles to accept it. After weeks of
preparation, Pedro enters me easily, thrusting his cock deep into my
bowels.
My body is rocking back and forth now, as Pedro slams his meat into my
ass. I can feel his stomach slapping against my cheeks and he grunts
with each thrust. Joaquin has hold of my hair, holding me tight
against his groin as I keep on sucking and licking his throbbing cock.
My tits are swinging back and forth and I am close to orgasm.
The three of us explode in one huge orgiastic explosion. Cum fills my
mouth and ass while I scream my climax into Joaquin's cock.
Exhausted, I collapse at Joaquin's feet.
-o0o-
"Jane!"
I am awakened by someone calling my name. As consciousness returns, I
realize it is Desdemona in the next crib.
"Yes," I whisper.
"Tomorrow is the day."
"Tomorrow? What's going to be different about tomorrow?"
I have been Joaquin Morales's captive for two months now. Each day is
spent on the wheel; twelve hours of exhausting drudgery. At night, I
am Joaquin's toy, to abuse, whip, torture or use in any way he sees
fit. All resistance has left me long ago; his whip saw to that. If I
was in a psychiatrist's office, he would soon find that a high degree
of masochism dwells within me. I almost look forward to the evenings
when I am assured of explosive orgasms at the hands of Joaquin and
Pedro.
"What's happening tomorrow?" I repeat, my face pressed against the
iron bars that forms the open wall of my cave.
"The auction."
"The what?"
"The auction. Buyers came into the camp today; I saw them. That
means that there will be an auction tomorrow. Joaquin will sell any
of us he can."
A slave auction! I can't believe that Joaquin would sell me; not
after what I've done for the past two months. Still, I am aware of
his brutality and detached attitude. I lay back down with thoughts of
being sold as a slave. A fitful sleep finally comes in which I dream
horrible nightmares.
-o0o-
I am awakened by the sound of the lock of my cage opening. As I sit
up, Pedro beckons for me to come out. Although I have experienced
this many times in the past two months, it seems very different this
morning. Pedro's attitude seems almost conciliatory. In his hands is
not the customary whip but lengths of chain. When I am finally
standing, he quietly locks my ankles together with a short length of
the chain. Then he does the same to my wrists. As a final touch, he
connects a length of chain to my collar that extends to the links
between my ankles where it is also fastened.
I wait submissively while Pedro retrieves Desdemona from her cage and
outfits her with chains in the same manner as I. This is the first
time that I have been able to observe Desdemona since my confinement.
She is a tall black girl with large breasts. She looks at me with a
gaze of compassion as Pedro completes his work. At his command, the
two of us shuffle along behind him toward our unknown fate. I can't
believe that Joaquin would sell me but it is obvious that this is his
intention. My heart is as heavy as the chains that rattle as I walk.
Unbelievably, I am falling in love with my captor and torturer.
A dais has been erected near the center of the encampment and folding
metal chairs placed in rows in front of it. At least 20 or more men
occupy the chairs, talking and laughing in several different
languages. Atop the dais is a wooden structure in the shape of a "T".
Dangling from the two ends of the horizontal piece of wood are short
pieces of chain.
Standing behind the dais are six other women, captives of Joaquin just
like Desdemona and myself. Joaquin is standing with them, giving
orders that I can't make out.
As Desdemona and I arrive to join the other six women, Joaquin looks
at me with a stare that almost seems hostile. At the least, he
appears to not even acknowledge my presence. I bow my head in a
mixture of disappointment and shame. Joaquin turns and climbs up
steps to the platform and raises his hands for quiet
I can only hear part of what he is saying. He welcomes the men to his
auction and tells them that he has eight women to be sold that day.
He further states that if any final bid is less than he feels
appropriate, the bid is null and void. There is some other
instructions, but I am too dazed to hear them.
Finally, Joaquin turns and motions to Pedro. He takes both Desdemona
and myself by the arms and leads us up the steps. A murmur rises from
the men in the audience as the two of us are led to the base of the
"T". Unlocking our wrists, Pedro raises our arms and refastens our
wrists to the chains hanging from the crossbar. When he has finished,
Desdemona and I are standing facing the group of men with our bodies
completely exposed. The chain hanging between my breasts that is
still attached to my ankles grazes my flesh while I stand trembling in
fear. At the same time, a strange feeling of wantonness fills me. I
suppose every woman has fantasized about a moment like this but few
have experienced it. I wonder which of these men will become my new
tormentor.
Joaquin picks up a slender riding crop and runs it gently across my
breasts. Immediately my nipples grow larger and harder and I squirm
uneasily, provoking more murmurs from the group of men in the
audience. He does the same to Desdemona and I hear her gasp at the
touch of the instrument of pain.
I feel fingers at my back and suddenly the only piece of clothing I
have known for two months, the small leather thong, is untied and
removed; leaving me completely naked. Joaquin had long before had me
remove all of my pubic hair and the lips of my pussy now were on full
display. My lascivious state of mind was obvious as moisture was
clearly visible on my sex. While I turned red in embarrassment,
Joaquin turned to the group of men.
"This one," pointing at me, "has only been here for two months.
During that time she has shown some aptitude for hard labor. Even
more important, she seems to thrive on physical pain. You will find
her a willing slave who will quickly obey your every command.
Perhaps, one of you who has more patience than I will educate her in
the ways of a woman satisfying a man. She shows promise in that area
but has much to learn. I wish to start the bidding at $5,000."
I am crestfallen at hearing Joaquin's words. While I am far from
being a prude, I have surrendered my body in ways that I would have
never imagined before being captured by him. I can't imagine what I
could have done that would have pleased him.
"Now, this one," pointing at Desdemona, "has been here for almost nine
months. During her stay, she has become one of our strongest workers.
Her body is tireless. She has shown that she can work long hours
without relief. Her tolerance to pain is remarkable; I have yet to
hear her scream. Like the other here," pointing at me, "she has much
to learn about pleasing a man. You will enjoy teaching her, as you
will the other. Like the first, I will start the bidding at $5,000.
Who do you wish to bid on first?"
Several men shout "The negra!" and a few call for "the redhead!".
Joaquin nodded and pointed at Desdemona. 'Who will start the
bidding?"
In a stupor I listened as numbers were shouted from the audience.
Glancing at Desdemona, I was surprised at how calmly she was reacting
to the bidding for her body. Barely discernable, but nevertheless
apparent, her nipples, like mine, had hardened and enlarged. In fact,
her breasts; which were already magnificently large, had swollen and
were jutting from her body like beacons. Her black eyes were blazing
and she threw back her head defiantly as the bidding grew. In less
than five minutes, Desdemona had been sold for $20,000.
Now it was my turn. Joaquin walked over and stood before me, a sneer
on his lips. Again he caressed me with the riding crop, inducing
another gasp from me and a soft moan. I would have given anything at
that moment for Joaquin to take me down and rape me in front of all of
these men. But that would not happen.
"Alright, gentlemen. What am I bid for this prize?"
There was silence. I strained forward as much as I could, thinking
that somehow I hadn't heard a bid, but there was none. Joaquin was
visibly angry as he took a step toward the audience.
"Surely there is someone who wishes to train this little beauty. Do I
hear $5,000.?"
Silence. I blush with embarrassment. Its like someone doused me with
cold water. Am I so unattractive? Then the thought occurs to me.
Amazingly I have become upset because no one wants to take me as a
slave! How could I have gotten to this point? Jane Randolph, school
teacher, has transformed into Jane Randolph, slave.
Joaquin has grown very angry now as he paces back and forth. Suddenly
he turns and lashes out at me with the riding crop, raising a bright
red welt across the top of my breasts. I cry out in pain and my body
twists from side to side. Joaquin decides to take out his anger on
me. Positioning himself behind me, be begins to flog me with the crop
again and again until I am screaming at the top of my lungs. When he
has finished, I am reduced to a sobbing piece of flesh, my body well
striped from shoulder to thigh.
"Tell these men who you are!" shouts Joaquin.
"A slut!" I whisper.
"I can't hear you!"
"A SLUT!" I cry, between sobs.
"WHAT?"
"A POOR, MISERABLE, SORRY COCK-SUCKING SLUT!!!" I shout the words
that Joaquin has taught me to say while thrusting my body forward, my
tits jutting from my body. I spread my legs to reveal the soaked
pussy between my thighs.
The bidding is a flood, as if every man in the audience wants to own
me. When Joaquin finally stops the bidding, I have been sold for
$50,000.
-o0o-
My new owner is Khalid. Emir Khalid al Ben Raz. I am to be taken to
his Imperial Palace in Qatar by ship. Pedro releases me from the dais
and relocks my wrists together with the short piece of chain that I
had come to the auction wearing. I look longingly at the thong that
had been stripped from me, but Pedro tosses it aside. Naked, I am
taken to a bamboo cage where I am locked up until the other six women
have been sold. I am Khalid's only purchase of the day.
As the evening begins to become night, the bamboo cage in which I am
locked is placed on the back of a truck. As I am driven from the
compound, I look back and see Desdemona waving to me from another
bamboo cage. I wave to her. It is the last sight I have of the
encampment of Joaquin Morales.
The truck drives for hours and I am thankful that it is dark. We pass
small villages and I wonder if the people there realize that a slave
is being transported before their very eyes. Hours later, the truck
stops and I can smell the fresh air of the sea. A crane lifts my cage
from the truck and sets it down on the deck of a small steamer. I
glance around to see if Khalid is present, but he is not. My only
company are the seamen on the steamer as they shout orders to get
underway. As the steamer leaves the dock, I stare in dismay at the
disappearing land. I wonder if I will ever see it or anything in the
Western Hemisphere again.
Chapter one Ends.
