Slave Lacy
by Candace Smith
Copyright 2010 Candace Smith
Strict Publishing International
PROLOGUE
“You were warned about this, Carla.” The tall man glared down at the trembling young woman kneeling at his boots. His two brothers stood on either side of him, silently waiting for his verdict.
The naked girl’s shoulders shook with an occasional silent hitched sob, and tears trailed muddy paths over her cheeks. She knew better than to utter a sound. She had been warned about that, too. The three men did not mind tears and an arousing whimper, but they detested sobbing and wailing. Her arms were bound behind her again, and the scratches and bruises on her body from her latest failed attempt to escape were throbbing.
The man before her reached to the ring dangling from the front of her collar, and she winced at the metal click of the leash he clipped onto it. His deep voice resonated words that made her freeze. “Silas, take her on up.”
Silas frowned and replied, “I hate to give them another one. She didn’t make it that far, and hell, it only took us a couple of hours to catch her.”
Jonas sighed. “Don’t argue with me, Silas. Look at her, she’s all cut up again, and the gash on her thigh is probably going to leave a scar. That eats into our profit, and I don’t want them to give us less than what we’re going to get as it is, so I say, we cut our losses with her. Abram, what do you think?”
Abram shook his head, more than a little disappointed with the time wasted on the cowering young woman. “Silas, take her on up to them. You know Jonas is right about this. She isn’t worth the trouble breaking if she’s going to end up all marked up from running. They’re probably going to pay us for the delivery and throw her into the cages. She’s only half trained, but they won’t spend the time getting her ready for an elder if her looks are messed up.”
“Dammit, we’ve only had her two months.” Silas rubbed his crotch as if his cock was already missing the use of the girl’s tight, moist pussy. “How long are you going to wait to snag another one?”
Jonas put a consoling hand on his youngest brother’s shoulder. “Abram and I will head over to Arkansas while you’re gone. Two states away should be plenty of distance, and it’s the end of summer so kids will be traveling back to college and I don’t anticipate any trouble getting a replacement for her.” Jonas lifted Carla’s chin, and his dark eyes penetrated through her fear. “You fucked up, little girl. You could have spent another couple of months with us, maybe even through winter, if you hadn’t gotten yourself all scarred up. Now, you get to spend a few days traveling up the mountain with Silas.” Jonas knew she was terrified of his younger brother. He seemed to have inherited their father’s vicious, cruel streak, and he suspected Silas was the main reason she kept taking off. He enjoyed the panic washing over her features.
“Please, Master Jonas,” Carla’s frightened whisper was almost too low to be heard. “I won’t try to leave again.”
Jonas’ mind had already dismissed the pathetic slave at his feet as he looked forward to the pleasure of breaking in a new girl. “Silas, go on and get her ready. Just make sure you clean her up before you get into camp. We might as well try to salvage something out of her.” Jonas and Abram walked into the cabin to pack for the trip, smiling at the girl’s whimpers as Silas hauled her to her feet.
From the little she had overheard of the discussions the men had had over the past two months, Carla had only a vague idea of what awaited her at the camp deeper into the wooded mountains. What the former college track runner did realize was that any hope of running away had vanished with Jonas’ decree, and the thought of spending time alone with Silas on the trip topside scared her worse than even the threat of never being able to escape.
Silas grinned cruelly at his charge, and traced a finger around the lips that fitted around his shaft so nicely. “Shit, girl, I kinda’ liked you, too. I guess we’ll make the time we have left together count for something.” He dragged her towards his quarters, and smiled to himself at the delightful mewling sounds she was making.
CHAPTER I
Lacy pulled her little red sports car into a space by the front door of the diner. The pretty college girl had promised her father she would stop and get coffee if she became tired during the cross country drive, and that she would avoid the truck stops and only go to restaurants that were well lit and looked clean. She had to argue with him to let her make the drive by herself as it was. The thought of leaving her beloved car behind for a second year and flying back to school was not appealing. Last year, she discovered it was extremely inconvenient not to have her own transportation, so she had spent the summer convincing her father that it was safer to let her take her car than to subject her to riding on city transport this time.
She swung her slender legs out of the vehicle, grabbed her purse, and listened for the chirp as she locked the door. The restrooms were to the right of the entryway, and she made her way there to use the facilities and wash off some of the road dirt. Lacy unwound her waist length braid and brushed out her blonde mane, and then she re-twisted it. As usual, she had not bothered wearing any makeup, and she finished by swiping a wet paper towel across her face.
She had been blessed with her mother’s perfect pale complexion and deep blue eyes, and her father told her when he looked at her it was almost as if her mother was still with them, and not five years gone with the cancer. It was her mother’s illness that had caused Lacy to decide to go into medicine. She was just beginning her second year in college and looking forward to finally steering away from basic courses and adding some sciences. She smoothed her oversized pink sweatshirt with the university’s name splashed boldly across the front of it, and tugged the hem low on her tight jeans as she exited the bathroom and made her way to the counter to order a large black coffee to go.
The restaurant was not very busy this late at night, and she glanced at a couple of cowboys sitting at a booth. As she quickly studied their long dark hair and brown eyes, she figured the two men must be related and come from a very good-looking family. They had the rugged, solitary appearance of men used to working with their hands and outside, and Lacy decided they were probably ranchers. She had driven past miles of farm and ranchland since she had crossed to the middle of the country. She thanked the waitress and made her way back to her car.
Abram had been watching the girl since she had walked into the diner, and he tipped the brim of his cowboy hat back as his dark eyes fixed on Jonas. “What do you think?”
Jonas’ eyes were even blacker than Abram’s, and they always seemed to be lit from behind with a glittering light when he was aroused… like now. “I think we hit the jackpot. If she’s driving straight through like I think she is, she still has more than a full day’s driving to get to that college. I’d say we’re going to have a couple of days before she’s even missed. After drinking all that coffee, she ought to be hitting the rest area around Leadsburg.” Jonas watched the girl carefully sit the coffee on the console and latch her seatbelt. “There aren’t any exits for fifty miles on either side of town, so she’ll be stopping there, you can bet on it.” Jonas stood and stretched, and a big smile crossed his features. “Come on, Abram. Time to go hunting.”
They left money to cover their bill and a tip for the waitress, and kept their hats low on their faces as they left the diner, climbed into their nondescript pickup truck and sped East down the rural highway. This late at night, the road was almost devoid of traffic, except for the red taillights of the car in front of them. Just as Jonas had predicted, two hours later Lacy pulled off at the exit for rest area on the other side of Leadsburg.
From a distance, they followed her down the quarter mile winding turn off. Abram had always been
intrigued by the isolation of these spots. Without fail, they always had access roads taking drivers far from the security of the highway, and although usually well lit, they were surrounded by trees and picnic areas.
When they rounded the corner to face the cement block structure, they saw Lacy’s car pulled up under a streetlamp. A young man was slowly approaching her from a car a few parked a few spaces down.
Jonas studied the man through the windshield. “How old do you think he is?”
“Maybe twenty-five or so. He’s got a pretty good build to him, but winter’s still four months off,” Abram reminded his oldest brother.
“Dad sent a note down from camp, last time. He’s noticed Silas’ mean streak too, and he’s thinking about bringing him topside next year and putting him in with the trainers. The last two girls Silas has helped out with have been below their expectations. I told Dad he was getting out of hand, and the women weren’t concentrating like they should. We’re going to have the same problem with this one if we let Silas get hold of her,” Jonas replied.
“I’ve seen the problems with our little brother, and yeah, you’re right. He’s definitely got Dad’s temper in him. What do you have in mind?” Abram asked.
“Why don’t we bring the boy along for Silas to work with? He can work out his pleasures with the man so we can get the woman trained correctly. I was going to tell him Dad was moving him to camp next spring, anyway. Working with this guy might give him the incentive he needs to get established topside.” Jonas could see the indecision on the young woman’s face as she glanced at the young man approaching her car. “Shit, the guy’s making her nervous and she looks like she’s getting ready to take off. You all set?”
“No problem.” Abram reached for the roll of duct tape, slipped it into his coat pocket, and opened the truck door.
Jonas and Abram walked towards the block building entryway, and Jonas tipped his hat towards Lacy through her windshield. She recognized the two men from the diner, and she gave him a nervous smile and glanced at the other young man now standing just a few feet away.
Thank god, Lacy thought, when the two ranchers walked by her. Her bladder was about to burst, and the creepy kid from the other car reminded her of her father’s warnings. With the two cowboys to look after her, she climbed out of her car, and practically jogged up to the facility, ignoring the man in the parking lot as he called to her.
One of the ranchers had entered the men’s side of the building, and the other one waited outside by the door. Lacy smiled at him as she headed towards the women’s cubicles. “Thank you. Would you mind waiting until I get back to my car?”
“No problem, miss. You can’t be too careful in these places,” Abram drawled.
Jonas exited the men’s room, and they walked back to the parking lot. The young man was obviously irritated by their interference. Abram moved behind the man while Jonas kept his attention. “Odd place to try to pick up a girl.”
“I’m not sure why that’s any of your business,” the young man replied, with more than a hint of agitation as his plans for the girl dissolved. “She happens to be my girlfriend and I’m trying to straighten out a misunderstanding we were having,” the young man defensively lied.
Jonas advanced on the man quickly, and before the kid could respond, he punched him solidly in the stomach. A surprised whoosh of air left the young man’s lungs as he reached towards his belly. Abram grabbed the hair on the back of his head, straightening him again, and in less than a minute, they had the young man’s wrists secured behind him with the duct tape. Another piece was gagging his curses while he tried to kick out at them. Jonas quickly wrapped his ankles together, and they dragged him towards their pickup truck. The two cowboys tossed him into the bed of the truck, hogtied his wrists to his ankles with more tape, and sealed his eyes closed.
Lacy was just exiting the restroom when they made it back into position outside of the building. Looking towards her car, she glanced back at Abram. “Where is he?”
Abram jerked his head towards the men’s room and Lacy smiled. “Thanks again.”
As she put her key in the door to unlock it, Jonas strode up behind her, wrapped a muscled arm under her breasts and pushed her into the car door. Lacy’s delayed reaction in realizing the danger gave Abram enough time to get the duct tape across her lips. She began struggling and pushing back against Jonas’ body, trying to free her arms he had pinned to her sides.
Her blue eyes were wide with fright as Abram lashed her wrists together behind her. Jonas said calmly, “Stand still.” Lacy continued to struggle, and Jonas drew back his hand and slapped her so hard, her head rocked into Abram’s chest. “Stand still,” Jonas repeated with the same icy calmness.
Lacy was terrified, but other than her trembling, she stood still with Abram’s hand latched onto her arm. Jonas picked up the purse that had fallen in the struggle and took out her wallet. He studied her license and said, “From this moment on, Lacy, you will obey and do exactly as you are told. ”
She felt Abram’s erection jerk against her bottom and she whimpered. Jonas pocketed her wallet and ordered her to kick off her sneakers, then he took those and her purse and tossed them into the back seat of the young man’s car. Returning to where his brother was holding their new acquisition, they guided her towards their truck with a strong hand gripping each arm, and Lacy stumbling between them. She screamed behind the gag when she saw the young man bound in the bed of the truck, and began struggling again as the passenger door to the pickup was opened. Jonas’ hand smacked across her face again.
They bent her over the seat, and she felt one of her legs lifted. Her ankle was taped to the back of her thigh, and when the other one was likewise secured, she was almost immobile. Abram climbed in and pushed her head onto his lap so that she was lying with her bottom in the air and facing his stomach. Jonas got behind the wheel and started up the truck.
They had been at the rest area for less than ten minutes, and it was almost an hour before another truck pulled into the parking lot. The trucker had already missed the last two weigh stations while he tried to hurry his delivery for a bonus, and although the abandoned vehicles worried him, the hassle and tickets he would get if he called the police were not worth it. He did his business and pulled back out onto the highway, following more than seventy miles behind Jonas and his captives.
Abram’s blue jeans were soaked from Lacy’s tears, and her gagged sobs had reduced to soft mewling sounds. Whenever she struggled, Jonas would reach between her bound thighs and stroke her pussy through her pants. “Be still, Lacy.”
Lacy was afraid they were going to kill her and the young man from the rest stop. She felt so stupid, not questioning why the ranchers had shown up at the isolated area. She lifted her head to once again crash it down onto the strong thigh her cheek was resting on. It was the only futile move she could make to express her outrage. Each time she did it, the driver’s hand was immediately back between her legs and stroking gently. Her body responded with a confusing clench of arousal and she muffled a wail.
“She’s a hot little thing, Abram. If it weren’t for her jeans, I think she’d be sucking my finger into that pussy of hers,” Jonas chuckled.
Lacy’s face reddened and she moaned. One thing was certain, they intended to sexually use her, and her mind worked to figure out a plan of escape. Everything she had ever read or heard said it was better to give into the attacker’s demands, because the victim was less likely to get hurt that way. As the miles passed by Lacy tried to calm herself, and she was resolved to live through the attack and see to it the men were arrested.
Sunrise began to lighten the inside of the vehicle and Jonas pulled the truck over to the side of the road. “I’m going to get a tarp over our cargo.” Lacy heard the driver’s door open and close as he left, then he came back a few minutes later. “Silas has got a real winner. The arrogant little shit has already pissed himself.”
The truck began traveling again. They pulled i
nto a rest area around noon, parked away from the other vehicles, and Jonas poured gas into the truck from two spare tanks he had stashed in the back with the bound man. Lacy was somewhat dismayed, as one of her plans hinged on them having to stop to refuel. Abram noticed the slight slump of her shoulders and he laughed softly as he brushed his fingers through her hair. “This isn’t our first rodeo, little girl.”
Lacy shuddered. Oh my god, they’ve done this before? The knowledge that the two men had kidnapped another young woman… and apparently had gotten away with it… panicked her further. Her whirling thoughts became jumbled scenes of terror. Eventually, between Abram’s stroking and the endless monotonous hum of the wheels on the asphalt, Lacy fell into an exhaustive sleep. She awoke when the truck bounced off the pavement, and she noticed the sun was setting.
Her legs were numb with cramps from being strapped for hours in the uncomfortable position, and when she tried to turn her head away from Abram’s stomach to look out the windshield, he gripped her hair and she felt Jonas’ finger immediately at her slit. “Be still.”
The two men felt the wrack of a desperate sob go through their captive’s body, and their cocks jerked in spasmodic approval. Lacy felt Abram’s stiff shaft under her cheek and she froze.
“You think Silas will be back yet?” Abram asked.
“Nah, he’s going to drag out bringing Carla up there. He had a thing for that one. That’s another reason I think Dad’s right to bring him topside to the camp. Silas can’t separate himself from the girls, and I think it makes him angry and that adds to his actions. I just hope he doesn’t screw her up too badly for them to find some use for her,” Jonas answered.
The truck slowed to a stop, and both men opened their doors. Lacy began shaking as she felt a knife slip between the tape holding her ankles to the back of her legs. They were so stiff she groaned as she straightened them. Abram lifted her out of the truck and her knees buckled as she dropped to the ground.
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