Chapter 1

 

The girl skidded to a halt just inches in front of the cliff face that dropped in front of her.

Crap, she told herself. I only have to last a few more minutes and...

The sound of dogs interrupted her thoughts.

They'll catch me soon, she thought, looking around. There's no place I can go unless... She hesitated, then made for the edge of the cliff...

Deep, she thought, looking over the side. But not as bad as some... Her head came up as the sound of dogs came again-closer this time. But if I can get over in time...

She allowed her barely-clad body to drop to the ground, sliding it to one side. And go a little way down...

Her feet skidded over the edge.

Good, she nodded, her fingers deep in the soil. Now if I can get a foothold... Her feet moved back and forth, feeling for something, anything...

There! Her heart hammered loudly, almost drowning out other sounds, It's a rock or something hard! She wriggled to one side, her toes leading the way as they found the rock, put some weight on it. It should hold...

The dogs barked again-very close this time.

Do I try it? Her eyes scanned the forest. Do I trust my life...?

There was a blur of motion in front of her and, without conscious thought, she put her weight on her right foot and ducked behind the edge of the cliff.

"Where is she?" The voice came from almost overhead. "She's gotta be here!"

"I don't see anyone," there was a long rustle. "The dogs think she's here though..."

The girl held on for dear life, head down, hoping against hope...

"Here she is!" The voice was triumphant. "Right here!" There was a pause. "And we have twenty minutes to spare!"

Hands came down, gripping her shoulders and pulling her up.

"Okay," a tall man spoke, looking at the crying woman his men had just picked up. "She's caught fair enough," he glanced at his watch. "And with fifteen minutes to spare." He grinned. "Put her on the pole and let's head for home."

The girl, sobbing now, was put on her feet while her hands were pulled behind her. Metal cuffs clicked over slim wrists and ankles.

"On the pole."

A metal pole was produced and run through the girl's bondage, then two of the men lifted it, their captive hanging like some weird kind of meat.

"Back to the manor," the slim man grinned. "But wait a moment." His hand snaked out, closing on what was left of her body cover. "Here," he ripped off the tight underpants and tossed them to one of the other men. "This'll do as a sign of victory!"

The girl began to cry in earnest as the laughing men carted her down a jungle road.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

The Manor was a long composite of homesteads that had been built on the island over the years.

Large ranch-style houses, surrounded by smaller buildings, formed three spokes that connected to a solidly-built three story building in the center.

The road led there.

"Not a bad day's hunt," one of the men nodded at the long form of the girl. "She gave us a good run-almost made it."

"She would have made it," the slim man smiled. "Had we not had the dogs." He nodded toward the four large animals being led along behind them. "They're the ones that really caught her."

"Come on!" One of the men shook his head. "We would have got her one way or the other-she had no chance."

"She had every chance," the slim man stepped to the girl's side. "Didn't you, girl."

The girl, bouncing slightly, kept her head down and did not reply.

"Don't be like that..." the long, slim, wand the man held sipped up slashing at the girl's naked and helpless behind. "Talk to us!"

The girl's head came up, a cry bubbling in her throat.

"Don't scream," the wand touched her again, gently this time. "Just answer the question."

"Wha..." She shook her head to regain her senses. "What question, sir?"

"Did you have a chance?"

The girl, gulped, looked around at the men and dogs surrounding her, then looked at the thin man, eyes watering.

"No sir," she shook her head. "I had no chance at all."

"Bitch!" The wand zipped up into her ass, bringing a stifled sob. "You had chances! You had every chance!"

"I..." The girl sobbed. "I had no chance at all." She looked at the slim man, eyes on the long wooden wand. "None."

"All right,": the wand zipped into her ass again, bringing a cry. "You had no chance." Another strike. "No chance at all."

The girl was quiet as she was carried, sobbing, to her quarters.

 

 

Chapter 3

 

"You did well, darlin'." Tania looked at the woman standing inside the door. "Very well." Ms. Davis motioned to those carrying her. "Let her down, put her on the bed."

"This isn't..." Tania glanced around as her hands and feet were unbound. "This isn't my room!"

"It is now, darlin'." Ms. Davis smiled. "We just had to move you to a..." She smiled. "Different part of town."

"I'm in the servant's area..."

"Of course." Ms. Davis nodded once. "It is, of course, where you belong."

"But I..."

"Tania, you've been here for nearly three months." The woman's eyebrows rose. "What have you been doing for all that time?"

"Mr. Saxon said..."

"Mr. Saxon says many thing-but what's important is that you earn your keep." She smiled. "As you did during the chase this morning."

"But I lost..."

"OF course," another smile. "But you did it gracefully. She looked at the girl appraisingly. "One might think you wanted to lose." She leaned forward. "Did you?"

"No!" Tania was in the bed now, shaking her head. "Of course not!"

"Good," the woman leaned forward and pulled the blanket over the young woman. "Get some sleep." She leaned forward. "Your services will be needed tonight."

"Services?"

Ms. Davis motioned the others who, nodding, left the room, talking among themselves.

The snap of the lock was very loud.

 

***

 

The girl from today's hunt-Tania-now found herself in a special group of women. After the three men in the hunting party caught her, she was carried to a special set of quarters where, untied and laid in her bed, she had the facts of life explained to her by the girl's 'boss', Ms. Davis.

"That's just the way it is, Tania". Ms. Davis adjusted the position of the blanket. "You've been a guest long enough-it's well past time you earned your keep."

"But..."

"No buts!" Ms. Davis leaned in. "You have to cooperate." She shrugged. "There's really no alternative." She pointed to the door. "Those men will want to celebrate tonight-and you will be a big part of that celebration. Would you disappoint them?"

"But they want..."

"And you will deliver all of it." She shook her head. "Or else you will have to be lashed."

"Lashed? You really..."

"I will personally give you ten lashes it you refuse." She locked stares with the girl. "My word on that."

"I...I don't know..."

Ms. Davis hand came out, touched the girl's head. "It will be fine, Tania." She smiled. "It will be fine!"

 

***

 

The revels that night were nothing extraordinary for the house. Men yelled terrible oaths at one another, ate huge amounts of food, drank great quantities of beer and other potables...

And had the girls from the hunt to play with-however they wanted to play.

For a time, it was business as usual. The men had fun with the girls-but did nothing really untoward. Some of them disappeared with the girl of his choice-headed for the large play area in each room-the girls were prepared, and left happily with the men.

All except for Tania.

"I won't do it!" She said when the big man from the hunt approached her. "I'm not a whore! No matter what you say, I just won't do it!"

"Tania," Ms. Davis said softly after reaching being summoned to the argument. 'I thought you understood..."

"I do!" Tania stood her ground defiantly. "And I'm not going to let him have me just because of some damned hunt!"

"But he captured you fair and square..."

"No!" She snarled the word. "It's not enough! I'm not his plaything! I'm a free woman!"

"This is too bad." She glanced at the big man. "You're sure I can't convince you to try one of the others? They're more than willing."

"But this one is ours from the hunt!"

Ms. Davis sighed and turned to the big man. "I'm very sorry sir." She gestured and two young biddies hurried to her side. "The hunt is, of course, free of charge." She smiled. "Take these two for the night-our treat."

"And this one?" He looked at Tania.

"She will be properly punished." Ms. Davis' eyes followed his. "You may watch if you want."

"Yes." He regarded Tania. "I believe I will."

"Tomorrow morning." She smiled. "Late-to allow you to get some rest." She gestured at two of the guards. "Take her."

Tania gasped as the guards approached. "But the rules..."

"You've broken them." Ms. Davis eyes were hard as agate. "Now you'll pay the price." She motioned the guards. "Take her away."

Tania stood there, frozen in place, as the two men advanced on her.

 

***

 

The Island had a reputation-and Tania was about to discover how true it was. She was taken from the main hall and led down and away from the various dwelling places to a nondescript building off to one side of the central complex.

"What this?" She asked the men leading her. "It's not my dwelling..."

"It's the punishment bay," one of the men told her, smiling. "It's where uppity bitches like you learn their place."

"Their place?" Tania was puzzled. "What are you talking about? I..." She dug in her heels. "I won't go in there! You must be mad to assume..."

"Shut up!" The man on her left stuck her-hard-across the mouth. "Be a good, silent, bitch!"

"But I..." She looked at the men, saw him move his hand, and decided it would be in her best interest to shut up.

She did.

"Good. You are capable of learning. Now..." He opened a door. "Inside."

Tania hesitated, suddenly afraid, but before she could do anything to change things, the man on her right pushed her inside. "Just head for the cage on the right, bitch." He muttered. "And take off that dress."

Shocked, Tania stared at him.

"I said." He gave her a look, then reached out and in one move, tore the top of the dress free. "Strip!"

Tania stood there, stunned.

"Take it off, girl." He gestured. "Or we will."

"I..."

She backed up as the man on her right struck her. "Man, you're stupid." He shook his head. "Take it off-now!"

Tania backed up further-and felt the wall behind her. What can I do? She asked herself. I can't stand up to these men. She looked at their faces. I have to...

Her hands went to her dress and, face reddening, she took it off leaving herself with only a pair of brief panties.

"I guess that'll do." One of the men smiled. "For now." He stepped past her and opened a door. "Inside. Right now."

Afraid to do anything else, Tania stepped into the cell.

"Good." He pushed the door closed, locking it. "Have a nice night." Another of those smiles. "I think I'll make time to see you get punished in the morning." He looked her over. "It might do you some good."

He turned away and joined the second guard. They looked around once more then turned and walked away.

 

***

 

Eric's island-named for Eric Saxon who owned the place-was a smallish chunk of land in the neighborhood of the Virgin Islands. It had been explored and found to have no useful materials after which it had been purchased by the Saxon Company. They believed that it would make an ideal vacation spot.

It took a few years but, eventually Mr. Saxon himself visited--and found that it was positioned outside all spheres of influence.

He took its use into his own hands.

He spent a year or so building a few shelters, then put in the central building. Finished, Saxon put the entire island to the use of 'friends' that he might want something from in the future.

He peopled it entirely with attractive young women-women who then found themselves to be outside the US justice system and entirely at the disposal of Mr. Saxon and his assistants-a fact that was generally ignored but came up occasionally.

As the years passed, the island became broken into two main areas. The first, near the airport, was a rather well-situated resort with private cabanas for any guests who might want to use the pool or an inlet of the sea. Nearby was a large main room for special occasions. Away from that, in a section with water on three sides were the quarters of the 'help', girls who drafted in from the mainland and were used for all kinds of action-from simple sex to something more illegitimate.

To the side of the resort was a simple, smallish, building. It contained a small jail where Tania spent a very unquiet night...

They wouldn't really hurt me, she thought. They're just trying to scare me into doing what they want. She took a deep breath. But I won't do it! No matter what they order me to do, I won't do it!

She looked around the small room, then down at her own near nudity. I won't!

But try as she might, she couldn't get away from the fear the guard had put inside her-a fear that grew as the night slowly passed...