SLAVES 2

Extract

© DrkFetyshNyghts 2019

 

"Kristin we have to get out of here. You know that don't you? We have to get the fuck out of this place or your baby is going to be born a slave. If that happens we have no chance. If that happens we are not going to be able to escape. We have to make a move." Kristin just looked at her mother like she was from another planet or something. "Mum can you hear yourself? Have you forgotten how we came to be here? Don't you realise that these people, and Jabina, doesn't fuck around? She means business. If there was even the smallest possibility that we could escape, what you do you think that she would do in order to get us back? Or in order to punish us somehow? They took us out of my own wedding, all of us. Look what they did to dad, look what happened to Jason. We don't even know if Jason is even still alive. And you want us to 'escape'? Mum you're not thinking this through."

Kristin was genuinely and completely shocked at her mother's speech. It sounded good but it just wasn't. And yet she was impressed at the same time as seeing the enormity of what Denise was suggesting. She wanted to be like her mother. She wasn't quite there but she was close. Kristin was sharp, street sharp and this was why she was reacting like this to what was a very bad idea. Denise came to her daughter's side now and she sat down with her in the hut that she shared with Ken and Kristin. "Look, I know it looks impossible. I didn't say it was easy. But this place is so wrong, its so not right that they have to keep it a secret. So there have to be weaknesses here somewhere. There have to be ways of making it even weaker." Denise was stroking Kristin's thigh - it didn't register to her that she was running the pad of her finger through slippery wet spent semen. It didn't dawn on her, just at that time that Kristin had been through another horrific time of it. That was because it was a daily occurrence. Any of them, or the other slaves on the plantation didn't just get abused and enforcedly penetrated occasionally. It could be every day for a month - for a week. There could be a lapse of a few days, and then it would start all over again. It was the sort of treatment, the sort of torture that was a way of life. It became like it wasn't a torture for the body and the mind any more, it was just one of those things that they had to endure. It was just life on the plantation.

"So what do you suggest mum? For fucks sakes tell me what you suggest because looking round here I don't see a way out? And actually what I do envisage, if Jabina gets wind that we are even talking like this, that she'll just waste us. That she will just watch with a smile as one of her gorillas blows us away. That's what I think." And there was this tone of doom that came from between the pretty though slightly cracked lips of Kristin. It could be said, should be said that since that time they had been taken from her wedding Kristin had done a lot of growing up - a lot of maturing. She'd had to. She'd had no option but to do a lot of growing up in a very short space of time. "I've got a plan, but I need to do a little more research first. I need to see how the land lies and see if there is anyone else we can trust around here." Denise stopped talking. The thing was that Denise was so mature, so confident, despite what her and her family had been through, that she was talking complete sense. It was like what she was saying and what she was suggesting was completely believable and completely possible. Kristin wasn't quite convinced though.

"You think you'll find someone to trust around here mum? Look at this place will you. Its a fucking hell on earth. We're in Africa for fucks sakes and they don't call it the dark continent for nothing you know. We're in the middle of nowhere in basically what is nothing more than a prison camp. This place can't exist without there being some sort of coercion and bribery in higher places. For us to escape - mum this is huge what you're suggesting. Not only is it huge, its really insane you know, right mum?" And from the doom tone of her voice there was this other voice now - like one of resignation that they were going to try to escape. And it was that which Kristin couldn't get her head around, not properly. "I know. Do you think I don't know the enormity of what I want us to do? But I have a feeling that there is a way you know. I have a feeling that if all the pieces fall into place then we can do it. You gonna help me Kristin? We gonna be a team to do this?" And this was where Denise went all 'street'. She'd always done that with Kristin in order to encourage her and help her along in her high school years. It was her way of getting down with the kids. And she was doing it now because she really needed her offspring on her side.

"Yeah mum I'll help. I think we both know the price if we're caught. But with dad on board as well." Kristin was beginning to come round to the idea reluctantly but her mother cut her off. "No, no dad can't know anything - not yet. He's fragile - you've seen that yourself. Jabina has fucked with his head good and proper and he's too distracted, sexually distracted at the moment. And to be honest sweetheart, it's better that way. Let him be sexually distracted so that he doesn't get wind of anything we have planned. When the time is right we can include him, and get him out of here with us. Can you understand what I'm saying honey? Dad can't know anything as we plan this." And that put a different tone on it again. If anything this was convincing Kristin that her mother had already put a lot of thought into this and that she should go along with her because if anyone could make this work then it was Denise.