Chapter One
On the day that Cassiopeia Martin, always known as Cassie, walked into the bedroom of
the apartment she shared with her lover and found him naked in bed with her best friend,
she didn’t shout or make a scene, but simply turned on her heel and walked out of the
room, and out of his life, forever.
She immediately cancelled her monthly standing order for her half of the rent,
withdrew her money from their joint account, resigned from her job and began to prepare
and provision her much-loved yacht for a long sea voyage.
Less than a week later, she sailed out of Sydney harbour and turned to the North, her
eyes misty with tears she refused to shed as she left behind the man who had betrayed her
and the girl she had believed was her dearest friend.
She had no real idea where she was going or what she would do with the rest of her
life, but she knew she had to leave for her own well being and self-respect, for to stay
would mean living with the humiliation and unbearable sympathy of acquaintances and
colleagues and that, she could not do.
Six weeks later and 2000 miles North.
Luxuriating in the warm, semi-tropical waters of the shallow lagoon where she had
anchored her small yacht, Cassie swam lazily through the clear blue water that supported
her naked body, breathing easily through the snorkel attached to her face-mask as she
watched the small brightly coloured fish twisting and turning beneath her.
Her first inkling that she was no longer alone in the deserted bay came as she stood
up in the shallows, water trickling in rivulets down her full, round breasts, across her
flat belly and down her long, smoothly muscled legs.
She looked up in alarm as a horse whinnied and found herself being watched by two
riders, each dressed in faded khaki shirts and shorts, wide brimmed hats shading their
faces and carrying long rifles strapped across their backs.
For an instant, she was too surprised to speak, but then as one of the men touched
his hat in a sketchy salute and drawled, “G’day, miss,” she remembered that she had no
bathing costume and hastily tried to cover her nudity with her hands.
“Oh, don’t mind us, miss,” the man smiled, “Sorry if we frightened you, but this bay
is private. In fact, all this is private, for about a hundred and fifty miles in every
direction. It all belongs to the Circle T ranch,” he waved casually at her yacht, lying
peacefully at anchor in the bay, “You must have sailed up here in that, I guess?”
“What? Oh, yes, that’s right. I’m sorry, I didn’t know this was private,” Cassie
replied, blushing and acutely conscious of the men’s eyes on her body, “Will it be all
right if I stay for tonight? I won’t cause any damage or anything. My name is Cassie
Martin and I’m on my way to Japan, but the winds drove me miles off course and it was just
so hot today that I really wanted a swim to cool me down a bit.”
“Yeah, I reckon that would be all right, miss. What about the rest of your crew,
though? Aren’t they hot, too?”
“No, I sail by myself,” Cassie blurted out the truth without thinking, then was
immediately angry with herself for letting slip that she was alone.
A girl sailing alone in remote areas couldn’t be too careful and here she was,
telling two total strangers that she didn’t have a crew.
She tried to cover up her mistake, “Well, I’d best be getting back,” she said
quickly, “Nice to see you, guys. ‘Bye now,” and she turned to wade back into deeper
water.
The two riders urged their horses forward and as Cassie whirled to face them, she
stumbled and fell backwards, sprawled in the shallows.
By the time she regained her feet, both horses were between her and her boat and as
she stared up at the men towering over her in the saddles, she felt a chill of unease race
up her naked spine.
“Wh..What are you doing?” she tried to keep her words calm and level, but heard the
quaver in her voice, “I’ve got to get b..back to my b..boat.”
“You must be a real good sailor to come all the way up here on your own,” the second
man observed, “But even experts go missing up here sometimes. Especially when it’s
rough.”
“Yeah, that’s right. And it was really rough a couple of days ago. It wouldn’t
surprise me if a girl sailing on her own hadn’t got herself into trouble. Maybe even fell
overboard and drowned.”
Cassie gasped, then took a deep breath, “Now, look,” she said sharply, “I don’t know
what you’re getting at, but whatever it is, I wish you’d cut it out. I’m perfectly all
right and I’m in no trouble at all. So move out of my way, if you don’t mind.”
“But we do mind,” the second man retorted flatly and the first chuckled, “Yeah,
right. And if you think you’re not in trouble, honey, you just don’t know what trouble
is.”
As he spoke, he reached down and took a lasso from his saddle, forming a loop in the
rope with the ease that told of long expertise and smiled down at Cassie.
She stared from the rope to his grinning face and back again and her eyes widened
with fear, “Now, wait a minute,” she began. “Just what the Hell do you think you’re
doing?” But then her nerve broke and she lunged to her left in an effort to get past the
horse between her and her yacht.
The water, up to the middle of her thighs, impeded and slowed her and the second
horseman easily cut off her escape attempt, forcing her to a halt.
He laughed quietly, “Can’t get away that easily, baby,” he told her. “Maybe you’d be
better off on the beach,” and he urged his horse towards her, shepherding her back towards
the broad expanse of white sand fringing the lagoon, uncoiling his lasso as he went.
The other man joined in, ensuring that she couldn’t dodge away from his companion and
despite her efforts, Cassie was herded out of the water.
Once on the beach, she took to her heels and raced along the flat sand, her breasts
bouncing and thighs pumping as she fled from the two horseman, her breath coming in
lung-stretching gulps and her eyes searching desperately for somewhere to hide.
With a thunder of hooves, a horse galloped past her and she swerved to her left, away
from the sea, then swerved again as the second horse loomed over her, its rider twirling a
lasso above his head.
As she turned away and ducked, the rope brushed against her shoulder and she heard an
angry shout as she managed to evade the loop, but she had no time to enjoy her escape, for
the other horse spun around and raced back towards her.
From the corner of her eye, she saw her boat and made an instant, emotional decision,
running straight for the water, knowing that if she could just get into deep water and
swim to it, she would be safe.
It was an understandable reaction, and it was wrong.
Both horseman spurred after her, overhauling her in seconds and this time, their
ropes did not miss.
The first lasso floated down over her head and yanked tight around her waist and
elbows, pinning her arms to her sides, while the second encircled her left ankle and
pulled her from her feet.
She crashed to the ground in a flurry of flying sand and the breath whooshed from her
lungs in an explosive grunt.
Winded and stunned, she gasped for air as the horsemen reined in and jumped from
their saddles and hurried over to her, one removing his rope from her arms and crossing
her wrists behind her back, while the other crossed her ankles and tied them tightly
together, then forced her feet up to her buttocks and bound her wrists, her limbs linked
together by a few inches of rope in a ruthless hogtie.
The whole thing took less than twenty seconds and Cassie was helplessly bound before
she had even recovered from her fall or had a chance to resist and as she fought for
breath, her captors straightened and stared down triumphantly at their immobilised
victim.
“Not bad, Tom. We should have entered you in the steer-roping at the rodeo,” the
shorter man joked and his companion laughed harshly. “No worries, Earl. She wasn’t nearly
as tough as a steer and I reckon Mr Travis will pay us a bonus a whole lot bigger than the
winner’s cheque at a rodeo when we take her back to the ranch.”
“I reckon you’re right, but what about her boat? There’s bound to be an air search
when she doesn’t turn up wherever she was headed.”
“Let Mr Travis worry about that. He’s smart. He’ll work something out. He always
does.”
That’s true enough, Tom. OK, so what are we going to do with her then?”
“What do you think? We aren’t due back for two more days and I haven’t been into town
for over two months.”
“Yeah. Me neither. She sure is pretty. A lot prettier than the women in town.”
“Yeah. And nobody knows we’ve got her either.”
Listening to the two men as she recovered, Cassie felt her blood run cold as she
heard and understood exactly what they were thinking.
Men like these spent their whole lives out on the plains, tending livestock and
deprived of female companionship for months on end.
Finding her in such a remote place must have seemed like a miracle, the answer to
their prayers and Cassie knew that if she could not escape immediately, her fate was
inevitable.
Summoning up every ounce of her strength, she strained and wrenched at her pinioned
limbs, fighting her bondage with an energy born of desperation, pitting muscles
conditioned by pulling on sails and anchors against the ropes that held her, writhing and
twisting on the sand at the feet of the two men as she struggled to break free.
To no avail, for the knots on her limbs had been tied by an expert and in spite of
her most determined efforts, they did not loosen by even a fraction and she finally had to
give in.
“Well, I’ll say one thing for you, honey,” Earl nodded in appreciation of her futile
resistance. “You sure don’t give up easily.”
“It hasn’t done her any good though, has it?” Tom said. “When I rope a steer, or a
woman, she stays roped,” and his eyes glittered as he surveyed Cassie’s naked breasts and
tautly stretched belly and thighs.
She gulped, seeing the desire in his face and recognising that she was powerless to
prevent him doing whatever he wanted to her.
“Please?” she begged softly. “Let me go. I promise I won’t…won’t report you to the
Police, or anything. Just untie me and I’ll go back to my boat and sail away. I won’t tell
anybody what you’ve done, I promise,” she sought for something, anything, to persuade the
men to free her and her face reddened as she added slowly, “If…If you w..want, I’ll even
let you both h…have me.”
Tom’s face hardened and he gave an evil chuckle, “Oh Hell, baby, we’re going to have
you anyway. Then we’re going to take you back to the ranch and collect a nice fat bonus
from Mr Travis. You aren’t going to be telling anybody anything or going anywhere. Not
ever.”
Cassie’s jaw drooped slackly as he answered her and she stared numbly at him, unable
to believe that he could be serious, but as he smiled into her shocked eyes and added,
“It’s going to be real nice to have you around when we come back from work. Real nice,”
she realised that he meant every dreadful word.
“No.” she screamed. “No. You can’t do that to me. Let me go. Let me go right now. I
won’t go with you, I won’t, I won’t.”
Her screams rang along the beach, but there was no one to hear her frantic pleas, no
one to hurry to her rescue, no one to call for help on her behalf.
Only Tom and Earl and thousands of square miles of empty countryside.
Cassie was alone with her captors, alone and naked and helplessly bound.
Over the sound of her cries, Tom turned to his partner, “Hey, Earl. Have you still
got that spare belt in your pack. Do us both a favour and get it, will you? She’ll drive
us mad if we don’t shut her up.”
Earl raised a thick thumb and strode over to his horse, reaching into his saddlebag
and taking out a plain leather belt, then throwing it over to Tom.
He bent down to Cassie. “Open your mouth,” he ordered. “Earl and me, we’re country
boys and we don’t like loud noises.”
Cassie shuddered and carried right on screaming, even more terrified than before as
she saw the belt in his hands and realised that he intended to gag her with it.
Tom shrugged, “OK, honey. Have it your way,” and with a rapid flick of his wrist
brought the belt whistling down across the smooth curve of her hip, where it met her
buttock.
The sharp crack of leather meeting flesh was followed by Cassie’s howl of shock and
pain as a bright scarlet patch blossomed across her skin and stinging heat blazed into her
bottom, then she howled again as the first blow was followed by a second, equally hard.
Tom lowered the belt, “It’s up to you, honey. Open your mouth real wide and stop
screaming, or else……”
He didn’t complete the threat, but he didn’t need to, because Cassie’s mouth was
already stretched into a huge circle, her eyes almost starting from their sockets in fear
of further punishment.
He chuckled in satisfaction. “See now,” he said casually. “If only you’d done what I
asked, I wouldn’t have needed to do that, would I? Next time, you’ll know better, won’t
you,” and he placed the two inch wide leather between her lips, fitting it carefully
behind her back teeth, then passing it behind her head and between her teeth twice more,
before pulling it all tight and buckling it behind her neck.
Wedged immovably, the leather pressed Cassie’s tongue flat and she was quite unable
to eject it or speak, the only sound left to her, a low, nasal whine of anguish as she
tried, and failed, to express her misery and discomfort.
Not that it seemed to worry her captors unduly as Earl placed the toe of his boot
under her right hip and rolled her over onto her back.
To her instant shame and horror, Cassie found that the action left her hopelessly
vulnerable, for as her weight tightened the rope linking her wrists to her ankles, her
knees were forced apart to expose her sex and her breasts were thrust upwards by the cruel
tension.
Pinned by her own body-weight, she could neither close her gaping thighs nor roll
over to hide herself from the men’s eyes and as they drank in the sight of her nakedly
presented body, Cassie moaned in terror, knowing that she had only moments before she was
taken.
Moments were all she was given as the men grinned at each other, then Tom tore off
his shorts to reveal his fully erect maleness and threw himself on her, sinking his shaft
deep into her gaping sex, his hands and lips pawing and sucking at her breasts and nipples
as she screamed in terror and anguish.
He had not had a woman for a long, long time and took her with callous ruthlessness,
crushing her beneath his muscular body and pounding into her trembling belly until his
erection twitched and juddered to send his seed hosing into her.
Squealing into her leather gag, Cassie whimpered and sobbed as she was taken, but as
Tom rolled away from her, his lust temporarily sated, her eyes bulged as Earl took his
place, his face alight with cruel anticipation.
For the second time, a huge, rigid shaft penetrated her body and as Earl lunged with
irresistible power, his fingers tweaked her hardened nipples, increasing her torment as
sharp twinges of pain flashed through her breasts, her muffled gasps only adding to his
pleasure as he ravaged her without mercy.
Taken twice in only minutes, she shuddered as Earl reached his peak and the heated
jets of his spend pumped into her belly, tears of shame and misery pouring down her gagged
cheeks as he pulled from her body and rejoined Tom to stand watching her as she tried to
recover from the brutal twin assaults.
Casually, both men took pouches from their pockets and rolled themselves cigarettes
and as fragrant smoke drifted away on the slight breeze, Cassie understood with chilling
clarity that this was only to be a short respite in her waking nightmare.
The men had only blunted the edge of their lust, not satisfied it.
Soon, they would regain their vigour and feel the need to use her again and when that
happened, there was no telling what they might force her to endure.
Miles from anywhere, with no one and nothing to inhibit their deepest desires, they
could do absolutely anything they wanted to her and Cassie trembled wildly, horribly
conscious of her isolation and helplessness.
Earl tossed his cigarette away and moved to kneel at her left side and as his hot
eyes slid over her body, she whined and strained vainly at her bonds.
His rough hand stroked the flat plain of her belly, then moved lower to the joint of
her spread thighs and a gasp exploded from her nose as his extended fingers slid over her
labia and into her sex, sliding easily over the wetly-glistening flesh.
Devastating arousal shot through Cassie’s body as his fingers caressed and explored
her, her inability to move doubling the intensity of the stimulation and igniting an
uncontrollable fire in her belly as he forced her to respond to his touch.
She tried not to, tried with everything she had, but slowly, inexorably, his fingers
built unwanted desire in her until her body signalled its surrender with tiny forward
jerks of her pelvis, as if to impale itself on his probing fingers.
His thumb found her clitoris and as he rubbed the little, hard, protruding nub,
Cassie gave a deep groan of despairing pleasure, knowing that she had lost the battle not
to give in and that surrender was unavoidable.
It was not long in coming, for Earl used his free hand to fondle and squeeze the
stiff buds of her quivering nipples and as the combined arousal pushed her over the brink,
Cassie screamed in overwhelming need and hurtled into a powerful orgasm.
Her belly contracted, then pulsed wildly as, from deep down inside her, waves of
heated love juices boiled upwards to deluge Earl’s fingers, the awesome intensity of her
enforced response bringing a cruel grin to his lips as he savoured her defeat and his
total power over her.
“Hey, Tom,” he called. “Did you see that? I reckon we’ve caught ourselves one randy
little bitch here. She’s gasping for it, just look at her.”
Tom strolled over and looked down at Cassie’s convulsing belly and the silvery juices
oozing from her sex and nodded in agreement. “I reckon you’re right, Earl. Looks like it’s
going to be a real busy couple of days, ‘til we take her back,” and his hand stroked the
growing bulge in his shorts that indicated his re-awakening lust.
Shuddering to the spasms that racked her belly, Cassie moaned as she saw the action,
knowing only too well what it presaged, but even though she was appalled at the thought of
being taken again, she could not deny the furious heat that swirled and surged through her
body as she waited, helpless in her bonds, for her captors’ next move.
She had had lovers before, three of them at various times, but nothing in her
previous experience had even come close to rivalling the shattering effect of being bound
and gagged, ruthlessly violated and then forced to submit and climax against her wishes by
men who had not the slightest compunction about taking full advantage of their superior
strength to satisfy their most basic urges.
Cassie had never met such men before, never suspected that they even existed, never
imagined, even in her wildest fantasies, that she could be treated with such callous
cruelty.
Against them and their implacable will, she was as defenceless as a new-born baby and
as she was compelled to recognise and accept their power and the hopelessness of her
plight, a wave of submissive excitement swept over her and her belly burned with an even
hotter flame as she resigned herself to the fate she could not escape.
There was not the slightest doubt in her mind that she would be aroused and taken
again, whenever and however the men chose, and not the slightest doubt that she would be
unable to prevent it happening.
Therefore, she could only submit to their demands, pray that they were not too hard
on her and hope for a chance to escape.
She had a horrible feeling that it was dreadfully slim, almost non-existent hope, but
it was the only one she had and the alternative was not to be thought of, for Cassie
remembered all too clearly Tom saying that once she was taken to their ranch, she would
not be leaving.
She had to get away, she simply had to, because she knew that if she didn’t, they
would make her submit again and again until she became a sort of, well, sex slave was the
only description she could think of to describe it.
Her eyes widened as she imagined it and to her embarrassment, immediately felt a
guilty and deeply shameful curiosity about how it might feel to be kept permanently as a
naked prisoner and forced to submit to Tom and Earl and their employer and however many
other men there might be at the ranch.
She tried to crush the thought, consign it to the very back of her mind, never to be
thought of again, but the more she tried, the more it persisted and the more she told
herself that she would never, never submit, the more she wondered and the more aroused she
became.
The tremors that fluttered the flesh of her belly as her excitement increased, acted
as a spur to Tom and he knelt between her straddled thighs.
Naturally assuming that he was going to have her again, Cassie was taken completely
by surprise when he bent forward and pressed his face to her belly, his lips nuzzling her
engorged labia and his tongue licking at the excruciatingly sensitive tissues of her sex.
The shearly incredible sensations that burst over and through her hogtied body as he
feasted on her most secret and intimate recesses were far too intense for her to even
begin to resist and before she could draw breath to scream, she was propelled into an
instantaneous orgasm.
Massive internal explosions shook her body and as scalding love juices sprayed into
her belly and down into her sex, Cassie submitted helplessly and totally to Tom’s lips and
tongue, her determination to fight her captors and not give in, blown to fragments in the
tornado of her need.
Stunned by the completeness and speed of her capitulation, she whimpered pitifully as
her climax engulfed her, her brain reeling under the fury of her sexual passion and as his
tongue lapped and sucked at the juices which spewed from her belly, she suddenly
understood, to her horror and fear, that there was no defence against the unbearable
torment that could be so easily imposed upon her.
While she remained naked and bound by their ropes, there was only ever going to be
one outcome of any feeble resistance she attempted to make.
Her absolute and inevitable defeat.
In that frozen instant, Cassie knew that she was going to become a sex slave, whether
she wanted to or not and as she saw a future of bondage and subjugation opening up before
her, her belly responded with renewed floods of love juices as her numbed brain gave up
the struggle to retain control of her rebellious body.
Tom rose from between her legs, his lips and chin glistening with her tribute to his
efforts and as he gave a chuckle of pure pleasure and stood looking down at her shocked
face and pulsing belly, she squeezed her eyes shut, terrified that he would see the awful
longing she could not hide and recognise her submission to his ruthless dominance.
He reached down with both hands and gave her nipples a squeeze and her eyes sprang
open, staring wildly up at him as her belly kicked violently and she gasped to his casual
touch, unable to disguise her involuntary response.
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