2 comments/ 31642 views/ 9 favorites Amber's Ordeal Ch. 01 By: Francis_Nye Saturday, June 2, 2012 3:03 PM Sitgreaves National Forest, Arizona Amber loved the woods and any chance to get out of town. It was so boring living in the small town of Winslow. It was such a drag compared to what she was used to in the big city of Phoenix were she was originally from. Her dad, a rail road official for the BNSF Railway was transferred to this dreary little armpit of Arizona six months earlier and it just about killed her to pack up a move away from all her friends. Luckily she had graduated from high school just a few weeks ago and was now eighteen. This meant that the ordeal of living in a small tedious little town was just about over. She would be moving back to Phoenix to attend Arizona State University in the fall where she hoped to earn a degree in business management. She felt pity for anyone that grew up in this place. Amber had never been out on her own before. Her mother passed away when she was small and she lived under her father's care most of her life. She was looking forward to the next adventure in her life. The freedom and independence that university life would bring was very alluring. However, today was a new day in and of itself and she was going to have fun. She was going to make the best of things until she left for college. Even though she had grown up in the city, Amber had a love for nature, especially the woods and the only saving grace about this pathetic little place was its location. It was less than an hour's drive to the forest. She had a lot of fond memories of her and her dad camping so it was no surprise that her passion was for the outdoors. It was like any other day in this part of Arizona. The warm sun peeked in and out from the behind the clouds over head in a grand game of peek-a-boo. The breeze whistled through the swaying tree tops and you could smell the sweet scent of the pines as it drifted on the currents of air. It was an absolutely perfect day as far as she was concerned. What made this day even more special was a small town boy named Trent had asked her out for a weekend hike to these very woods. Amber was in great shape and loved hiking. She was relatively tall, six foot-one and lean. She had long legs that were great for hiking. Her legs were the kind that only models could dream about. Boys were always hitting on her because of her beautiful figure, blonde hair and sky-blue eyes. She also had a large bosom and deep cleavage that always drew the eyes of any male in her presence. In a word she was a princess. Amber was excited when Trent asked her out. Amber had always thought Trent was sweet if not the quintessential Prince Charming type. After graduating from high school Amber got a summer job at The Pizza Pub as a waitress just to earn a little spending money before heading off for school. It was a good opportunity for her to meet people. Amber had always noticed that Trent was not like the other small town boys that frequented The Pizza Pub. While other boys were being rowdy and obnoxious Trent was quiet and reserved, even to the point of being shy. So when Trent had asked her out for a weekend hike it was an utter and delightful surprised. "This is such a beautiful place. So peaceful and full of life", Amber said feeling the warm sunshine on her face. "I have been coming here most of my life. I love this place too. It has a very special place in my heart. Up ahead is something that you may find interesting. There is an old cabin not much further from here. We can stop there and rest for the night." Trent said pointing to the left of the trail. Trent was dressed in a loose fitting black tee-shirt and faded blue jeans. He was a handsome nineteen year-old, and most women wanted to be with him. He too was lean but not in anyway scrawny. He had very muscular arms and abs. He too loved nature and the outdoors and could attribute his muscles to hard work. As they turned off the trail they began heading uphill though the woods at a good pace. Trent's tan skin was beginning to glisten with sweat as the trek became a little more strenuous. Amber loved the challenge. Amber thought it was nice to be with someone that was not afraid of a little physical exercise. "Trent you never did tell me where you work at? Amber said as she tugged at the straps on her backpack adjusting it to ride better on her back. "My family sells livestock to wealthy buyers overseas. We've been at it since the early nineteenth century. It's very exciting." "That sounds fascinating. So you're like cattleman or something right?" "Something like that. We think of ourselves as being in the animal trade. Once a year everyone goes out on a big roundup and whatever we gather up has to make due for the year. You never can predict how things will unfold during a yearly round up. It's important that we get the very best animals we can for our clientele. Our clientele is very particular and gives us a list of attributes that they are looking for in an animal. Sometimes it is damn near impossible to meet those expectations but if we do then the payout can be huge." Trent said as he ran his fingers through his thick black hair. "That sounds exciting. I would sure like to see a roundup someday." Amber said. "I can arrange that. I promise you it is like nothing you have ever experienced before." "How much further? I am famished." "It's at the top of this rise. I think you will love the view from up there." Trent said as he wiped the sweat from his face with his hand. As they reached the top of the wooded hill it leveled out. Amber could see the old rustic cabin not more than one hundred yards away. It felt good to be on flat ground again. Amber's legs were starting to feel the strain and she didn't think she had another mile left in them. As they approached the cabin Amber notice a small aluminum trough of clear cool water. She was so hot from the climb she wanted to just jump in. Also there was a dog collar and chain that was cemented into the ground on a large pole next to the trough. The rest of the area was neatly kept. It was clear of any brush and a small wooden bench was placed next to the cabin. She looked around and as promised the vista was beautiful. The cabin was perched in such away that one had a wonderful sweeping three hundred sixty degree view of the complete forest for miles and miles around. It was an ideal little get away for anyone that loved nature. "Whose cabin did you say this was?" Amber asked. "It belongs to my family." "That's a good size dog someone has." She said bending over and picking up the open collar. I hope it's not lurking in the woods waiting to pounce." Trent just shrugged and opened the door to the cabin. "Come on in and take a load off. I'll get us something to drink." Trent pushed open the small wooden doors covering the windows and let the lazy afternoon sun in. It washed over the interior of the cabin bathing it in a golden light. As the sun light streamed in at a low angle Amber couldn't help but notice how remarkably clean this cabin was. It was as if it had been recently swept and dusted. Trent poured two clean Mason Jars that he had found in a cupboard with water from his canteen. "This place looks great. You must have a maid that comes in and cleans." She said jokingly. "As promised." Trent said as he handed Amber one of the Mason Jars. Amber quickly downed the water. It felt great going down and she passed him back the glass container, "More please." She said with a big smile. The two sat there enjoying the sounds of the birds singing in the trees and the peaceful nature of these beautiful surroundings. As Trent began to pour more water Amber noticed that something was a bit off. Her vision became blurry and she had a difficult time concentrating. She tried to stand but she felt lousy. That climb up the hill must have been more demanding than she thought. Her eyes burned and felt as if they were full of grit. Her eyes began to flutter in effort to stay open. Her mind became cloudier with each passing moment and it became a real struggle to stay awake. Her neck could no longer support the sheer weight of her head. It started to teeter to and fro. The last thing she could remember was she sliding out of her seat as if she was water being poured onto the floor. Sunday, June 3, 2012 6:22 AM Sitgreaves National Forest, Arizona Preston Family Cabin Amber awoke outside. Squinting through her eyes she raised a hand to block out the bright morning sun beaming into her face. She felt a chill and her head was pounding like someone was inside her skull with a hammer. She also was experiencing some nausea as her stomach lurched. It threatened to bring up anything that was left inside of her. Oh God. I am so sick. She thought. She bent over so she could throw up and that is when she realized something was around her neck. She grabbed at it. It was a metal band of some sort. She tried to stand but she was quickly snatched from behind and pulled to the ground. The metal band was a collar attached to a chain. With a sudden understanding she put the pieces together through the haze of her cloudy mind that she was outside the cabin attached to that dog collar she had picked up earlier. But why? Quickly she felt around her neck only to discover that there was a small padlock on the collar. Oh my God what is going on here? Her mind was racing ever faster. Trying to claw out the reason as to what this was all about she then discovered that she was completely naked. Not one scrap of clothing remained on her body. In a sudden shocking realization of panic she yanked and yanked on the chain trying to pull it free from the metal rod that was imbedded into the ground. She was like a trapped animal. Her fight or flight instinct took over and all she could think about was escape. She had to get out of this thing. Nothing else mattered. She could not be found by anyone like this; naked, vulnerable and exposed. The door to the cabin door came open with a bang and Trent staggered out with nothing on more than his faded jeans. She noticed his strong chest had several imaginative tattoos. She noticed one in particular. A flapping confederate flag with the motto, "The South shall rise again" was emblazoned under it in fancy scroll work. The others had a similar motif as well. He's a racist. Now that is really disappointing. She thought to herself. Rubbing his bare chest he stretched his powerful arms over his head and gave an immense yawn, and said "Well good morning sleepy head. You sure are making a lot of racket with that chain for such an early hour. I trust you slept well then?" Quickly Amber crossed her legs tight and threw her arms across her ample breasts in an attempt to cover her nakedness. "Trent! What is the meaning of this? What is going on here?" She said with a voice of utter shock. "I don't understand. Where is my shirt and pants? What am I doing out here chained up like a dog?" "Full of questions aren't we? Well, I promise I will explain everything." And then as an after thought said, "Oh and the pounding in your head and the queasiness in your stomach are from the Rohypnol. That will pass in a few hours." "Ruffies! Oh my god you fucking drugged me! Why? What the fuck you little shit! You better let me go and give me my clothes back or you're going to be in big trouble mister. This shit isn't funny in the least little bit. When my dad finds out what you have done he is going to kick your fucking ass." She said with an edge of anger in her voice. "Ya, about that, I don't think your dad is coming to your rescue anytime soon. You'll be long gone by the time anyone discovers your missing. Trust me." Smugly Amber said, "I left a note before I went on this little hike with you. Everyone knows that I am with you and you'll be the first person they come looking for when I come up missing." She said crouching down further still trying to cover up. Laughing Trent pulled a piece of crumpled paper from his pocket and tossed it in Amber's direction. Amber hastily reached for it so her tits were exposed only for a fraction of a second. Unfolding the crumpled piece of paper she began to read: Dad, Went hiking and camping in the Sitgreaves with Trent Preston for the weekend. Have a great weekend and I'll see you Sunday. Love, Amber "How did you..." her voice trailed off trying to make sense of how he could have possibly managed to get her note. She left it for her dad in the house. Did she somehow forget to lockup? And how did he get in. He was with her the entire time. "If you recall when I picked you up yesterday morning at your house I went inside to use the restroom. On my way out I grabbed that note off the refrigerator door where you had stuck it. If I was a betting man, I would bet no one knows where you are right now." Amber just sat there in a ball of confusion as Trent disappeared back into the cabin. When he emerged he tossed Amber her socks and hiking boots. "Here put these on. We have quite a bit of a walk ahead of us today." "This is a joke right? I am not walking all over this bloody forest in the nude. Especially in front of you, you little creep." "It's no joke dear. You're my property now. I own you now. You are part of this years round up. And by the looks of you, you should fetch a tighty little sum. My family will be very proud of my catch I have no doubt. White slavery is his game. That xenophobic piece of shit is buying and selling people. She thought. "Here is how this works for now. You can either put those boots on or not. I would if I was you though. Just look around at the terrain." He said sweeping his arms around in a wide arc. "There are a lot of sharp sticks and jagged granite between here and where we need to be. Your feet will be a bloody mess by the time we get there. I would prefer to deliver you in an undamaged condition if I can. But if you want to ruin your feet you will hurt yourself more than you hurt me. Be a good sport and let's do this the easy way for everyone concerned here." Having no choice Amber reluctantly crawled over on all fours. Her tits swung back and forth, nipples barely touching the ground like cow full of milk. She hated revealing her naked body to Trent but she had no choice. She retrieved her tan boots and white cotton athletic socks. Trent just leaned up against the cabin and grinned as he leered at Amber's perfectly smooth pale skin and her pale-pink oversized areolas. "Your fucking nipples are the size of pie plates bitch. They are almost freakish aren't they? But I do really like them you know. Really!" He said as he felt his cock begin to stiffen in his pants. Amber just glared at his rising bulge in disgust. No man had ever seen her naked before. It was just humiliating to have this pig talk about her breast in such a degrading way. It was such a crude comment. He wasn't the nice boy she thought he was yesterday. He was a sick bigoted pervert. Trent produced a pair of stainless steel hand and ankle cuffs from the back pocket of his blue jeans. They reflected sunlight like a polished mirror. He moved closer to Amber, "Put your hands behind your back. We need to leave that collar you're wearing behind for the next pair and I don't need your running off getting lost or hurt or something." Amber crossed her arms in front of her chest in defiance and looked him right in his big brown eyes and said. "I don't think so." If looks were weapons she was now glaring daggers at him. There was no way she going to do anything to further this assholes cause. Enough was enough. Trent swiftly crossed over to where Amber now sat and pushed her flat on the ground smashing her body into the dirt and pine needles. Roughly he put one knee squarely between her shoulder blades. He now could use his free hands to subdue the now besieged girl. She thrashed about wildly trying to get free but the weight of his body pinned her down. Within moments she now lay facedown with her hands secured behind her back in the handcuffs. It was now child's play for Trent to snap on the ankle cuffs. Trent stood her up and she struggled to get some sense of balance in this awkward position. Forcefully he yanked her left nipple out while wrapping his index finger around it. He then gave it a hard jerk pulling her closer to his face. She was so close she could smell his breath. Amber gasped at the harsh treatment and as a sharp pain shot through her chest. "Bitch" he whispered into her face. "Like I said, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. It really makes no difference to me. You are going to market and there is nothing you can say or do to prevent that." Amber just stood there. She could not spread her legs more than shoulder width apart. She knew if she had to run her stride would only be half her normal gait, putting a strain on her body. Staring after him she watched as Trent went back into the cabin. She could hear him rustling around in there but could not ascertain what he was up to. It sounded like he was going through the cabinets as if he was searching for something. Within moments Trent appeared in the doorway with a pair of what looked like to oversized handcuffs in one hand and their backpacks in the other. The cuffs looked as if they were made for a giant's wrists. Trent smiled a large grin as he approached Amber. Stopping in front of her he opened the large metallic cuffs with a ratcheting sound. She was horrified when he first placed one around the base of her left breast and then the other over the right. He closed each one. It made a clicking sound as each tooth in the ratchet clamped down snugger and tighter on her chest. Though she was only eighteen her double d size chest had a sag to it due to the heavy weight of the breasts themselves. It was impossible for a woman of this size to have perky tits. However they now stuck straight out like two swollen balloons because the cuffs themselves provided a bit of artificial support. The breast-cuffs were very snug to the point of being painful and very uncomfortable. They bit into the tender underside of each of her well endowed tits. Protruding from the center of the metal breast-cuffs was a large metal D ring. To this Trent attached a chain with a snap hook. With a click she was swiftly leashed by the tits. If she resisted he could yank on this contraption and lead her anywhere he wanted sending waves of burning pain through her subdued milk-bags. "I am going to release your hands so you can walk easier. You are going to put that pack on over there." He said pointing to the ground where it lay. "We are moving out soon and we need to get to the next point before sundown." Trent swung his pack over his shoulders and cinched up his straps. Looking straight into Trent's brown eyes Amber said, "I am not going anywhere. Get these things off me you asshole." Trent then popped the quick release snaps on his back pack and it dropped like a bag of flour. As it hit the ground with a thud he yanked on the chain Amber was leashed too. The metal around the base of her ample tits bit into her flesh even more as she stumbled forward. Amber tried to maintain her balance but with her hands cuffed around her back and her legs hobbled the way they were she hastily pitched ahead and began to fall. Trent grabbed her and dragged her over to the wooden bench just outside the cabin. Rolling her over so her big white ass was over his knee he slapped her as hard as he could on her right ass cheek. "It's time you learned who is in charge. I will not tolerate anymore disrespect from you." And with that he landed blow after blow on her now reddening bare ass. Fire shot through her ass as he mercilessly rained down her punishment. Howling from the pain her sky-blue eyes began to fill with tears. "Please stop! Oh, god please!" she begged but to no avail. Ignoring the pain and his throbbing hand Trent kept slapping and slapping her brutalized ass cheeks. Finally after what seemed like an eternity he shoved her off his lap and into the dirt. Amber laid there unable to rub her still searing ass due to the restriction of the handcuffs. The only white left on her dark, almost purple ass was in her butt crack. Amber's Ordeal Ch. 01 Sweating, out of breath and panting from the physical exertion Trent said between gasps of breath, "You are nothing more than a product to me. You're like a cow, nothing else. Get that through your head. My job is to herd you to market. If you don't comply you will be punished swiftly and harshly. Now when I release your hands you are going to get up and put that pack on over there and move out. If you don't or you give me anymore lip I will do far worse to you next time. Do you understand?" Tears still streaming down her face she looked up at him through blood shot eyes. She was just now realizing how serious this predicament was and how cruel Trent could be. Amber nodded her head in understanding. Trent uncuffed her hands and she gradually stood up. As her cuffed tits stuck straight out and her blonde pussy was exposed for the whole world to see she became resigned to her predicament for the moment. She rubbed her welted and bruised ass as she walked over and picked up her back pack. After she flung it on over her shoulders Trent took the lead. Amber didn't need much coaxing to fall in step. Each time she stumbled from her ankle cuffs her restrained tits reminded her that she had to keep up with his pace. She did not know for certain where she was headed. All she knew for sure was it was towards a destiny not of her choosing and that some how, some way, she had to escape. Amber's Ordeal Ch. 02 Sunday, June 3, 2012 6:35 PM 1 mile south of Mogollon Rim Rd. Arizona The warm sun hung low in the late afternoon sky. And the forest was becoming less dense with each passing mile, a sign that they were on the fringes of the woods. Amber estimated it was about an hour until sunset and it soon would be a dark moonless night. It was apparent to Amber that Trent was avoiding established trails in favor of an overland route. Amber surmised correctly of course that Trent want to avoid running into anyone that could testify to his kidnapping of her. This decision that had a cost and that cost was paid in time. Time that was quickly running out for him and he knew it. He had to get to the compound before it was dark. The two, captor and captive had been traveling south over mostly wooded and uneven terrain since leaving the Patterson Cabin where this ordeal began earlier in the day. It had been slow going over the jagged terrain especially since Amber's feet had been restrained by shackles. It was very hard to walk with a chain between your ankles and even harder since it snagged on every loose branch or rock along the way. The sound of that very chain as it clattered and clicked on every pebble since it was put on her reminded her of the seriousness of her current predicament. What further aggravated the situation was Trent felt it necessary to lead Amber by her tits through the woods. Amber's large chest was shackled with a leash attached to it. The shackle was so tight that it was restricting the blood flow to her now plum colored tits making it difficult for Amber to concentrate on her footing. "Let's rest here." Trent said as he stopped and dropped his pack. Amber was looking a little worse for wear and just collapsed with a thud were she stood not bothering to take off her pack. "God my legs are killing me." Amber said as she leaned forward with her legs locked straight out trying to touch her toes in effort to stretch her ever stiffing calf mussels. "Trent can I have some water?" She said in a pleading voice. Trent reached around to his belt and pulled his canteen from its carrier and swished the half-empty canteen first before tossing it at her. "That's all we got left." He said shaking his head. "Make the best of it." "Thank you." She replied unscrewing the cap from the green plastic container. After drinking the remainder of the water which was about a half a pint she said, "Trent I need to pee; bad. Can you take the rope off this thing so I can go find a bush and have a little bit of privacy?" She said looking down at the shackle that encircled her breasts. "That's not going to happen, sugar-tits." "Then where am I to go right here in front of you?" She said unbelievingly. It was bad enough this freak took away all of her clothes and hauled her through the woods shackled by her tits and ankles in utter humiliation. Now he wanted to further her humiliate her and take away what little if any dignity that she had remaining by watching her pee. Trent shook his head no and said, "We need to push on. So you can go now while we are stopped or you can piss on the move like a horse does, it makes no difference to me." He said running his fingers through his thick black hair staring off at nothing and lost in concentration. Amber's bladder burned it was so full. She had to pee or she was going to burst. With a look of incredulity Amber pushed off her pack and stood up from the ground to squat. As she squatted she spread her legs wide baring her perfect pink young little pussy. Her plump little ass was a mere inch off the dirt. A slight tremor moved through her legs as she fought to balance herself in this position. She found it was difficult due to the strain of today's forced march trough the woods but not impossible. She reached down between her legs with one hand and with her index and middle fingers spread her labia majora as wide as her fingers would allow so she could piss without it spraying all over herself. She could feel the sudden relief as a warm stream of clear piss shot forth from her open and pink hole. The tepid unbroken stream shot nearly a yard in a perfect arc towards Trent. She knew she could not reach him from where he stood, but, still, it was a pleasant thought. She would have loved to piss on him for what he did to her thus far. With nothing to wipe her now dripping twat she moved back a few feet and sat back down in the dirt. "Feel better?" Trent said with a huge grin on his face. "What the fuck are you smiling at you sick fuck?" Amber said as she slowly stood up being careful not to trip herself over her leg shackles. "Just admiring that pretty little pink pussy you have. That's all. If we weren't in such a hurry, who knows?" "I am glad you enjoyed the show asshole." Amber said while flipping him off. "You're a freak and you will never get away with this." "Anyway", Trent said rolling his eyes, "we have about an hour of sunlight left and I don't want to be fumbling around the woods trying to find Buckskin Trail. It would be too easy to get turned around and lost in these woods. We need to make up some time also. You being hobbled the way you are is slowing us down. The way I figure it we are only about a mile from the trail and then another two miles to the compound where we need to be before night fall." Pulling two black zip ties from his pack he walked over to Amber and pulled her arms together behind her. To tired to resist she just stood there. He first zipped her elbows together then her wrists. Next he produced a key from his pocket and took off the ankle cuffs. Looking down at her violet colored and raw tits Amber said, "Trent please, remove this awful thing from my chest." Trent came around to the front of her and unlocked the leash he had on her chest. "You may have wished I left this thing on you when we start our little run. It's the only thing that is going to support those huge milk-bags you got there." He said with a smirk. Amber let out a sigh of relief when the horrible pulling and binding contraption was off from around her tender breasts. Two red angry imprints encircled each breast where the leash device was attached. Trent suddenly grabbed both of her tits and began to massage the area where the unyielding bands where in an effort to bring back some circulation and her normal skin color to her chest. She twisted and tried to pull away. Trent grabbed her jugs harder and yanked her toward him showing her that he was in control. He then began to run his fingers around each of her oversized pink areolas causing her nipples to stand fully erect. Amber didn't want to admit it but it felt good after wearing that uncomfortable mechanism all day long. Her pussy rapidly became wet from the attention that was being paid to her ample size chest. She loathed that she was becoming aroused by his touch because he was such a revolting swine. But on the other hand she was not use to being touched by anyone in this way and it felt so good. She was feeling very conflicted to say the least. Did she demand that he stop or did she give in to these very real very visceral desires she was experiencing? He was so handsome, so hot but also a total asshole for abducting her. With her being so young and inexperienced with men she was quickly loosing the struggle to pull away from his advances. She felt herself give in to his tender touch and she closed her eyes and a small quite moan escaped her lips betraying her desire for him. Her juices begin to trickle down her inner thigh as she slipped ever deeper into the moment. Trent noticed that she was becoming sexually aroused and pounced on her weakness by increasing her want and need for him. He slid his other hand down between her silky-smooth white thighs petting her blonde pubic hair but being careful not to drive his fingers into her now soaking wet cunt. Her hips began to gyrate first slowly and then more aggressively as her common sense flittered away from her. She yearned for him to slide his fingers into her slippery drenched opening. Her pussy was begging; no it was throbbing for his attention. She abandoned all sense of reason and wanted to be taken by him in the worse way. Trent was now fully aware of her deep desire for him. So to add to her discomfort and frustration he stopped playing with her chest and removed his hand from between her legs and her yearning twat. With the abrupt lack of attention her eyes snapped open and she stared into his brown eyes silently beseeching him to continue. Trent grinned a wicked and knowing smile. He turned away from the burning craving he saw in her eyes. Leaving her aroused and aching for more he just strolled off and began searching for something. That total fucking asshole she thought. He is so cruel. Fighting to regain her composure after being fondled in such away she called after him. "Where... where are you going? What are you doing? What the fuck is your problem? You are the biggest fucking asshole I have ever met!" He then stopped in front of a pile of broken branches and picked up a long stick about three feet long and two inches thick. He produced his knife from a scabbard that hung from his belt. He began to whittle and soon he produced a very sharp point on one of the ends. She turned white when she saw that pole with the spear point in his hands. Oh my god what is he going to do with that thing? Maybe I have gone too far in calling him an asshole. Is he going to punish me with that? Is he really that deranged that he would use that thing inside me? "We need to make up for our slowness through these woods. You are going to start running off in that direction" He said while pointing south. "until we come to a dirt road. You will run as fast as you can. If not, then this here will serve as a motivator. Do you understand?" She nodded that she did with a small sigh of relief. Thankful he wasn't going to stick that thing inside her. "So are we good then?" He asks curiously wondering why she looked so relieved. Looking at the menacing looking piece of wood he held up she nodded again in understanding. "Then let's move out. What are you waiting for?" The two took off at a leisurely pace. Most of which was in a down hill direction. Amber had her hands and arms bound behind her with zip ties so she could not balance herself properly and run as fast as she would have liked. The terrain was mostly loose pea size stones which with the combination of her momentum and their current downhill direction of travel it threatened to send her sliding to the ground. It was apparent she was having difficulty maintaining her footing for from time to time she would slide on the loose granular soil nearly taking a nasty spill. Each time this happened she held her breath and waited for the inevitable. But her luck was holding out thus far. She knew in the back of her mind that if she did fall on this loose surface she would have some nasty scrapes on her bare skin. Trent was thus far kind enough not to jab her with that pointed stick he carried. Amber concluded it was because he didn't want her to fall and damage his property. What a saint she thought with a note of sarcasm. It wasn't much longer until Buckskin Trail came into view at the bottom of the hill. As they arrived on the trail Trent called for a halt. "Another two miles and we are there." he said. "I want you to run as fast as you can now. We are on level ground and you should have no problem. Amber's chest was heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath. The mussels in her legs began to cramp from the overexertion of the day and sweat was running down her now glistening pale skin in rivulets of perspiration. Trent poked her in the ass with his wooden spear and the needle point of the spear stung her tender bare ass. The pain was so intense that she took off in a dead run not needing another prodding to remind her of what she must do. Her poor already tender tits were bouncing up and down and back and forth uncontrollably with each footfall. This pace sent shock waves through her body because of the size of her tits. Each was heaving up with such force that when it reached the top of its apex, gravity would then snatch it back down with a slam. Because her arms and hands were secured behind her she could not offer any support to her breasts as she ran. This was excruciatingly painful, almost to the point of being intolerable but she knew she must keep up the pace. After about a mile of her tits slamming up and down Amber began to slow. The pain in her chest was unbearable and her legs were starting to cramp up. She didn't think she had another mile in her. God please let this stop she pleaded to herself. Trent began to close the distance to Amber due to her ever slowing speed. First with the blunt end of the stick he prodded her from behind a couple of times to remind her she needed to pick up the pace. Still showing signs of slowing, he then jabbed her in her ass with the sharp end. The point of the stick slightly pierced her skin and it began to bleed. It burned like being stung by a large bee. She cried out and lost her balance and began to stumble. She fought to regain her balance but without the use of her arms it was a lost cause. She twisted this way then that way and then with a crash skidded across the dirt on her side before coming to a stop in a jumbled heap. "God dammit girl we don't have time for this." Trent said as he reached down and yanked her up by one of her arms. Steadying her on two feet he said, "You either get your ass in gear or else. We can't be out here on this road like this. Do you understand? Look, it's not much further. You can do this." "Please Trent. I can't... I just can't go any further." She said weary from nearly fifteen miles of travel by foot since leaving the cabin. Trent took his homemade spear a tossed it off into the brush and said, "You will. Just do the best you can. Now let's move or I will be forced to punish you." The pair took off once again in more or less what could be described as a hybrid between a jog and a run. Amber figured Trent was thinking it would be better that she kept moving at any pace than to run her to death and have nothing to show for his efforts. Soon the two ran past a white washed sign with black lettering that read: Keep Out Private Property Guests welcome all others will be shot Northern Arizona Militia As the sun was half below the horizon the pair heard some shouting up ahead. Two armed men stood outside of a large fenced area at the end of the trail. As they got a little closer Amber heard one of the men say, "Woo wee look what cousin Trent pulled in on his first year out on his own." The two stopped in front of the gate that led into the compound. Amber collapsed on the ground gasping for air. She was spent. She couldn't walk another foot. She just laid there on her back with her hands and arms bound behind her, chest heaving up and down. She was soaked in sweat. Her hair was matted with perspiration and dirt. Her body was covered in grime from the arduous trek. She really did look like she had been to hell and back. One of the men, that grabbed Amber by her filthy matted blonde hair and yanked her up to her feet. The fat round little man in his late thirties looked into her blood shot blue eyes and said, "My name is Corry and Darling, me and you are going to have some fun tonight. It's going to be a party in your sweet little pussy and my dick has an invitation. I think everyone here is going to want a shot at that little blonde pie." He laughed and slapped her right on her bare ass. Her legs were like rubber as they shook uncontrollably. She wasn't sure if it was the sheer terror at being raped by a gang of unknown men or the physical exertion of the day or a little of both. She then felt a stream of warm piss run down her legs, and it was decided; it was the terror. Sunday, June 3, 2012 7:45 PM Northern Arizona Militia Compound Arizona The sun was down now and the beautiful orange and purple sky quickly turned to night. There was a slight breeze and the smell of diesel fuel and human waste in the air. Amber tying to keep her head about her scanned the compound rapidly for any way of escape should the opportunity present itself later. The compound was what one might expect for a militia unit. It was relatively clean and clutter free. It testified to the organization and dedication to their cause. The perimeter fence topped by razor wire stretched back into the distance too an unknown point which meant it was large in scale. Amber could make out several wooden structures in the fading light. One of the structures sported an array of antennae on it. She surmised that this must be the communications shack. There were also a variety of four wheel drive conveyances. There was everything from Ford, Dodge, GMC and Jeeps. Not too surprisingly there were no foreign made vehicles anywhere to be seen. Buy American; was the mantra of most militia types. Amber also gaze upon a 1950's Dodge aviation fuel truck with a large Union gas decal on its sun bleached red tank. So there is an air strip here also. She was led off into the dark by Trent's cousin Alex. Alex was not like Trent's other cousin Corry that she met by the gate when she first arrived. Corry was a fat piece of shit. Alex on the other hand was so skinny his clothes hung off his boney frame. Alex escorted Amber to a chain link enclosure that he called the corral. The ground was muddy and the corral smelled like shit and piss. In the center of this enclosure was a thick tree that had its top cut off so it was nothing more than a post with roots. At the top of this dead tree was a rust colored steel ring with five very long rust colored chains attached to it. At the other ends were five rust colored collars. Four of these collars were occupied by four grimy nude women. The pair stopped in front of the tree and Alex picked up the last remaining collar and locked it onto Amber's neck. He then took his knife and cut her zip ties. Amber rubbed her wrists as she watched Alex depart without a word. Three of the women were squatting down cowering with their eyes down cast too frightened to look up until Alex had left. The other woman just stood there in an obvious act of defiance. Even though she was covered in muck she had beautiful olive skin and short black curls. Amber guessed that she was maybe a mulatoo by the look of her. She had the most gorgeous brown eyes that were filled with a fire as she stared after Alex in rebelliousness. "Animal!" she yelled after him as he closed the gate to the corral. "These men are all pigs." She said as she spat on the ground. She then approached Amber and thrust out her hand, "I am Jamila." "I am Amber, nice to meet you. What is this place?" "It's a weigh station of sorts. We are here waiting on some buyers. They plan to sell us to the highest bidder. Animals all of them, they disgust me." She said as she spat on the ground again to punctuate her last statement. "They broke into my apartment while I slept a few nights ago. They had been stalking me for weeks, or so they told me. They said I made it easy for them and laughed at me. They said they look for girls that are new to an area and don't have a lot of friends. I suppose if I had a roommate they would have moved on and not bothered with me but I have always been a bit of a loner. "You are definitely not from around these parts are you? What kind of accent is that?" "I am from Morocco and I came to this country last year. I couldn't find any work in New York so last month I moved out west." Amber's Ordeal Ch. 02 "How long have you been here Jamila?" These animals spirited me away to this hell a few days ago. These men have raped me and these other girls everyday since we have been here. Where I am from women have no rights and are treated like property. I left Morocco to get away from this kind of treatment and now I find it is happening again here." "My god", Amber said as she slowly sank to the ground while considering the ramifications of the whole situation. "I am going to break out of here when they come for me tonight." Jamila said with a glint of hope in her eyes. "You're fucking crazy you black bitch. Those men will kill you if you try to escape." one of the other women said. "That's Tamara" Jamila said. "She doesn't understand that the only chance we have is to attack these guys when they come for us tonight. "It's a crazy idea. They are bigger and stronger than us and they have weapons too. How do you suppose that we overpower these men?" Tamara said incredulously. "Every night that they have come in here they are so drunk that they can hardly stand. That and we have the element of surprise. They would never expect five naked scared and helpless women would attack them. We can overpower them in their drunken stupor and take their weapons from them. I know it will work." "You really think we have a chance?" Amber asked. "Yes I do. These men are stupid pigs. Just like the men in my place of birth. They think women are stupid and weak. And as long as we think that they have power over us they will be right in that summation. Look, I know in my heart that if we all work together we can break free of this prison. We can take their weapons and they can be the captives and we the captors." Jamila said. "It sounds like a good plan to me. Look, when I arrived tonight I noticed one of the buildings has a big radio tower. If we can make it to that building we can call for help." Amber said with ever rising excitement in her voice. "And have can you operate a radio like that?" Tamara asked. "I can." Spoke one of the girls in a shaky voice. Amber looked in the direction of this skinny blonde girl with long tangled hair. She had a lily white complexion and what could only be described as a rug of thick black pubic hair between her legs. Talk about the carpet doesn't match the drapes, Amber thought to herself. This poor girl needs to trim that hairy beast in the worst way. It looked more like a birds nest after being in the corral a few days than a woman's pussy. "She is right about that radio tower. It is for a ham radio." The girl said looking at the two of them. "What's your name?" Amber said squatting down next to the bushy girl. I am Lori." She said in a rushed manner as she continued. "And my father has an FT-897 ham radio. He taught me everything there is to know about how to operate an amateur radio. He had too. We lived in a remote location much like this. We had no phone. It was the only way we could communicate with the outside world. My father traveled a lot for his work. So I would talk to him on it when he was away. Besides I loved playing with it too. I have talked with people in hundreds of countries. I had a map of the world and I would mark off a country each time I spoke with someone for the first time. I was trying to mark off every country in the world. We can reach out to anyone, especially at night because conditions in the atmosphere are better at night." "Wow one of those radios can transmit that far? I had no idea." Amber said with wide eyes. "That tower over there looks like a high end tower too. Very expensive. Hell their radio probably gets VHF and HF too. I mean why pay a lot for an antenna and get a shitty radio. I mean like, who does that?" Lori said. "You sound like just the girl we need." Amber said with a big smile. "So then it is settled. We attack when they come for us." Amber and Lori shook their heads like someone that was just been given a reprieve from a death sentence. Tamara and the other girl on the other hand agreed too but with far less enthusiasm. "I would get some rest if I was you. These bastards will get all liquored up soon enough and come for us. And when they do we have our revenge." Jamila said looking down at the ground still pondering the details of their little scheme. Amber's Ordeal Ch. 03 Monday, June 4, 2012 1:15 AM Northern Arizona Militia Compound Arizona As night deepened in this isolated location one of the out buildings was in full blown party mode. The music was pounding so loud that the surrounding air vibrated with the beat. Amber could hear the distant laughter of men and the clanking of glass bottles. The other four women with her were becoming more and more agitated as the night wore on. There was an anticipation of doom that hung in the air. Terry, one of the captives, a gorgeous brunette, tried to choke back her weeping while two others did their best to console her. Jamila and Amber became increasingly tense with each passing moment. Jamila looked like she was ready to pounce as she stared at the gate to the corral with an intensity of a leopard. Then they came. Five men approached the corral. They carried leashes and what looked like Tasers. Each of the five men unlocked the collars that restrained the captives' necks. With a click the last collar fell to the floor and it was the girls' cue to spring into action. Jamila charged one of the men. As she sprang forth her target quickly raised his Taser and fired. Two copper wires each with a razor-sharp barb on the end sprang forth from the weapon. The first barb struck and penetrated Jamila's left nipple while the other landed with a thud between her breasts as it hit her square in the breast bone. Fifty thousands volts sped down the wires and Jamila frozen in place twitching. Shaking as if having an epileptic seizure she fell to the filthy ground with such force that she splattered all around her with muck and waste. After seeing how quickly any resistance would be dealt with the other women froze in terror as the men moved in and leashed each one. Amber saw that Corry was one of the men that had come to retrieve the girls for the party. He grinned with a sinister smile on his dirty round fat face as soon as the two locked eyes. At seeing her he shoved one of the other men aside that was headed towards Amber nearly dumping his comrade into the filthy piss and shit filled mud of the cage. As soon as he leashed and collared Amber her fight or flight instincts kicked in. She decided to fight. There was no way she was going to have this fat redneck piece of shit inside of her if she could help it. She swung a wide with a sweeping round house punch at his head. His reflexes were slow due to all the booze he had consumed and it landed with a thump hitting him squarely in the jaw. The hit was so jarring that Corry dropped the leash and he spun in place before landing in the mud. Regaining his composure he managed to raise himself up on all fours. Amber struck again kicking him twice in rapid succession in the ribs. He pitched over onto his back and back into the mud with a splat. Amber raised her foot to crush his fat ugly face as he laid there. Then out of the corner of her eye she caught some movement. One of the other men sucker punched her in the ear and she dropped like a bag of flour into the mud along side Corry. Dazed and disorientated she was grabbed by her blonde hair and drug out of the corral and into the dirt. She looked up at who had struck her and saw Trent lording over her. "Feisty little bitch aren't you? Your like a mountain lion caught in a snare." He said looking down at her. "When I saw these boys coming over I remembered that you weren't supposed to be in there with those other girls tonight." As the other men shoved and pushed the girls out of their cage and began to herd them to the party shack Amber said, "Why Trent? Why did you save me? Please stop them from taking the others. You can stop this madness. Please." "You misunderstand my intentions sugar tits. I didn't come here to save you from these boys. I came here to save these boys from you." He said as he rubbed the stubble on his face. "I don't understand. Save them from me? How could I...? I don't understand." She said shaking her head. "We came in so late and I was so exhausted from our little journey that I forgot to get you check out. Long story short; you haven't been cleared by the doc. We need to give you an exam before we can release you for any fun tonight." "You mean you have to check to see if I have any STD's?" "Ya, who knows what you might be caring," He said as he extended a hand to help her to her feet. She just stared at his hand in disbelief and then at the others as they were hauled off kicking and crying to the party. "Let's go and get you cleaned up first", Trent said waving for her to come along as he strolled off toward a building with a large water tower over it. Slowly she stood up trying to wipe all the filth of the corral off her body. Shaking her arms and flinging clumps of mud off her she started on foot in the direction Trent was traveling with her head down in despair. As the pair moved towards the showers there came some shouts and raucous laughter, "Get after her! Don't let her get away! Grab that little bitch!" Amber turned in time to see Jamila being tackled by one of the captors. She tried furiously to break free but was quickly subdued by the others. One of the men sat on her while another came with ropes. They quickly bound the helpless girl's ankles and hands together. Not satisfied and wanting to further induce her humiliation they ran a rope from her neck, hands, and feet together so she looked like a calf that had been hog tied at a rodeo. They all stood around the now restrained girl laughing, spilling beer and kicking dirt onto her as she lay on the ground helpless. This went on for several minutes until a young man in his early twenties appeared. He had the look of Michele Angelo's statute of David. He was tall and wore no shirt, only a pair of faded blue jeans and an old baseball cap. His shirtless attire betrayed his very muscular body. He moved with grace and determination toward the crowd of men and the powerless woman. In his right hand he carried a braided and intimidating bullwhip. It was like something out of an eighties Indiana Jones movie. Trent looked at Amber and said let's go watch this. I think you need to see what happens when you cause trouble around here like that girl has been doing since she arrived. "Her name is Jamila" Amber said with a look of sadness in her face as the thought of their failed escape attempt began to set in. "It doesn't matter what her name is Sugar-tits, we don't need to know the names of the animals we sell." He said in a nonchalant way. The men lifted Jamila up by her bonds and carried her over to two large posts about five feet apart. They untied her from her current position and quickly tied each arm and leg to the two posts so that she was now standing in a spread-eagle position. She was naked and completely helpless with everything exposed. "See that guy with the whip? He can swat a fly off the top of a beer bottle without knocking the bottle over. He is a true artist with that thing." Trent said as he crossed his arms in front of his body in anticipation of the upcoming show. "Bitch, it is about time you learned some manners!" He said as he swung the whip back and then toward her. The whipped sizzled as it raced toward her exposed flesh and when it hit, it slapped with a crack as it broke the sound barrier. Each successive stroke rocked her forward with such force that the ropes on her ankles and wrists cut into her tender flesh. Amber cringed each time the whip hit home on Jamila. Each of the forceful and expertly delivered strikes of the whip made Jamila shrieked in agony. Amber didn't think it was possible for anyone to make such a noise. It was if Jamila's soul was being ripped from her body one stroke at a time. Stroke after stroke left raised swollen angry welts across her bare back, large round ass, and thick legs. With nothing to protect her nude flesh Jamila writhed and withered from the pain that was being inflicted on her. Her cries of agony fell on a callous crowd. They laughed and called for more. Encouraged by his mates the man with the whip decided go at this in a different direction. He moved around front so he could focus on the more sensitive areas of the female anatomy. He began whipping her small firm breasts trying to strike her dark nipples on her small round breast. After leaving her areolas and nipples a mangled mess of welts he moved on. Moving lower he whipped her stomach. Again he left red snake like welts after each blow across her exposed skin. And still moving ever lower in a sinister way he began to concentrate his efforts on her spread and exposed vigina. With a cruel glint in his eyes he sometimes was lucky enough to catch her short dangling labia minora or even worse her clitoris with the very tip of his whip. The pain was so intense from those strikes that Amber didn't think it was humanly possible to endure such excruciating pain. By now Jamila voice became so horse from screaming she could only manage a raspy cry. On and on this went for about ten minutes. Until Jamila was too exhausted and spent to scream or cry or even stand up anymore. She had become numb to the pain. She just hung limp by her restraints not even caring anymore. When she just hung there the man dropped his whip. He too was too tired to carry on. His arm ached as he rubbed it from all the exertion of whipping this girl. "What did I tell you? The man can hit anything he aims at with that thing. It's uncanny. He must sleep with that whip." Trent said with a huge grin on his face. They cut her down and drug her body off to a wooden structure that had a small white painted square with a red cross in it on the door. "Show's over. Let's go and get you cleaned up now." Trent said and he began heading off again in the direction of the showers. My god! Amber thought looking around and beginning to panic because she was so helpless to control anything that these men could do to her. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts. That was totally sadistic. These men are utterly barbaric. No, they are fucking psychopaths, every god damn one of them. Forcing herself to understand it all she shook her head. I thought they wanted to sell us. But it seems they don't care about that anymore. If they did they wouldn't go around beating us like mules. After her shower the two headed off toward what appeared to be the first aid station. Pushing open the door it looked like any small town doctor's office. It had a seating area up front and once you left the reception area there were tall filing cabinets and a desk for administration. Through yet another door there was the examination room. But this room was different from other exam rooms. In this room there were three examination tables instead of the usual one. Also, up against one of the far walls were three cabinets stocked with medicine vials and surgical equipment. Hanging above each of the tables was a large round light that could be positioned to illuminate anyone that was being examined. On one of the tables was Jamila with an older man who was inspecting her welts. She was still disoriented from her beating. Her short black currley hair was matted and tangled. Her eyes were blood shot and her dirty face had tear streaks running down to her chin. As expected her thick raised welts had grown larger. In some areas there were thin dark red lines were her brown skin was nearly broken. Her tits were bruised and her pussy had been bleeding from where the devilish whip had tongued her twat. "Damn fools. I don't think we are going to be able to get very much for this girl. Those idiots whipped her bad. Would you by a girl that was beaten this bad?" The doctor said. "God damnit there is no way I can get her cleaned up and looking presentable by tomorrow morning. No fucking way! I am not a miracle worker you know." Trent just shook his head. "She had it coming. She attacked one of the men." "Fuck that! You can't make any money if you abuse these women like this. You guys forget that we are in business to make money. These girls are not for your pleasure. They are for our customers' pleasure. You got to stop these guys." "What would you have me do doc? They aren't going to listen to me especially when they are all shit-faced from drinking and partying all night." Trent said holding his arms out to his side in mock distress. "Whatever", he said surrendering any chance to talk sense into this boy. "So, what can I do for you?" "I need her checked out." "When did you get here with her?" "About sunset. I almost didn't make it here tonight." Trent said. Turning and looking up at the clock he said, "What the fuck boy, you should have been in here six hours ago. You know better. You get your bitch in here as soon as you arrive. That is how things are done." The doctor said thrusting his hands into his lab coat and getting angrier with each passing moment. "Sorry doc I just forgot to bring her too you first. I arrived late and was too bushed to think straight. Hell, I could hardly stand." "Jesus Christ has anyone been with her yet? You didn't let one of those animals fuck her did you?" He said with a look of concern. "No sir. No one." "God-dammit! You need to be more careful. We have protocols that we must follow each and every step of the process to ensure the safety and security of all of us. If you start taking short cuts we will all either end up caught by the law or dead from some disease that one of these girls brings in. So, pull your fucking head out of your ass boy." "Yes sir." Trent said with a look of embarrassment. "Missy, sit down over here there so I can have a look at you." The doctor said waving her over to another table at the far end of the room. Laying back on the table the doctor spread her legs open wide and repositioned the hanging exam light so it would illuminate her snatch. Amber could feel him spread her lips with his thumb and instantly felt self conscious as the doctor gazed into her slippery pink hole. "How old are you girl?" The doctor asked with a look of amazement on his face. "Eighteen." Amber said barely audible. "Wells Jesus fucking Christ there is something you only read about." The doctor said as he leaned back on his stool shaking his head in astonishment. "What doc? What is wrong with her?" Trent said as he feared that she had some god awful disease like herpes or something of the kind that would make her worthless. "You hit the fucking jack pot boy. She is a fucking virgin. A fucking virgin did you hear me? A girl her age? When was the last time anyone brought in a girl that was virgin? It just doesn't happen anymore it today's society. Girls are having sex at younger and younger ages. I didn't think it was possible anymore to find a woman over eighteen that was still a virgin. She is the holy grail of women. She is worth a bloody fortune." Monday, June 4, 2012 11:55 AM Northern Arizona Militia Compound Arizona The sun had cleared the tree tops and was high in the sky. All five girls stood on the tarmac squinting as the sun shown in their eyes. Looking up they watched as two planes came in for landing. Each wondered what was going to happen next. Amber, Tamara, Lori, Terry and Jamila who could barely stand after last night's punishment were all shackled together at the ankle so no one was going anywhere. The first to arrive was a twin turboprop Beech King Air 350 that could easily seat eleven. The second was the odd looking Beechcraft Starship 2000 which had an eight passenger capacity. "Today is payday boys." One of the men said with a huge grin on his face as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation. A beautiful slender redhead emerged from the King Air 350 and walked toward the delegation of men and their captives. Next a man who was clearly of Middle Eastern descent egressed from the Starship 2000 and he too made his way over to the congregation of people at the edge of the tarmac. The woman with the reddish orange hair from the King Air 350 quickly introduced herself as Abigail Rogers and the Middle Eastern man as Said Abdul Aziz. Both were dressed in expensive tailored business suits, the kind that was made by true artisans of the clothing industry. Their dress, mode of transportation, and even the way they walked spoke volumes about their wealth and power. These were people used to getting everything their hearts desired. Even the most unique, exotic, and often illegal items were theirs for the taking. Nothing was out of their reach. "Ms. Rogers, Mr. Aziz we are glad you both could make it here today." Shouted one of the captors over the noise of the planes as they began to power down their engines. "Please call me Abby." Ms. Rogers said taking a step back from the fat grubby militia leader who reeked of stale liquor and puke. "As you know I represent the Layve Cartel of Mexico. And as I said when we spoke on the phone the cartel is looking to expand its current prostitution end of their business. Diversification is very important to my boss and I am anxious to see your stock." "Nice too meet you Abby. I am Sam Bell. Yes, I am very anxious to show you and Mr. Aziz our stock. The girls are right over here as you can see. They are the very best stock money can buy. We even have a little surprise. One of you is going to walk away with something that is truly hard to find in this day and age." As the party inspected the stock Abby said, "What happened to this one?" looking at Jamila. "She looks a bit abused. Is there a problem with her?" "Nothing that can't be fixed I assure you. We didn't permanently damage her in anyway. All those marks will heal rather nicely the doctor has assured me. Also, let's just say your people will enjoy giving this feisty cunt an attitude adjustment. She is like a wild mare. She needs to be ridden a lot." Bell said as the others around him chuckled in memory of the beating they gave Jamila last night. "I see Mr. Bell", Abby said with a noticeable look of disgust for the fat little man. "Excuse me Mr. Bell. I see three brunettes and two blondes but I do not see a redhead. My benefactor specifically ordered a redhead." Mr. Aziz said with a look of incredulity on his face. "Yes sir. About that, we couldn't find any redheads this year. There just wasn't any that we could put our hands on without raising suspicion." After seeing the concern on Aziz face Bell continued. "As I alluded to we do have something I am sure your benefactor has not had in sometime. This blonde here," he said pointing at Amber, "is a virgin. American virgins are difficult to come by as you well know. American women are very promiscuous and start at a young age. And we all know what Confucius say; virgin like balloon. One prick; no more." Bell chuckled at his own joke. "I am not amused Mr. Bell." Aziz said. "In my country many women are virgins. Miss Rogers may be impressed but I am not. This is a very serious dilemma. I was told that your organization could get us what we needed. You came very highly recommended but you have failed to deliver what we need on our very first transaction. I have traveled half way around the world for a redhead and I expect you to provide me with one." "Well... well I apologize for any inconvenience that we may have caused you sir but as you can see we do not have any girls that fit that requirement. I can't very well produce one out of thin air. Maybe next year we can get you one but ..." Aziz raised his hand, "But you do have one here", he said as he turned and looked at Abigail Rogers. "This woman right here standing before me has orange hair, pale skin, freckles, small firm breasts and the most amazing emerald eyes. She is a beauty and I want her." "What... just wait one damn minute. I am not one of these girls that are for sale. I am with the Layve Cartel and I have come here to buy like you", Abby said looking a little shocked at what Aziz was implying. "While I thank you for the compliments you can get fucked if you think I am for sale." Amber's Ordeal Ch. 03 "That's correct sir she is not our property she represents a very powerful and very dangerous drug cartel. No one in their right mind would want any part of that hornets nest." Bell said spreading his hands. "Do you see that plane over there that I flew in on? It's a Beechcraft Starship 2000. There were only 20 made in the entire world. It was not for sale either but everything and everyone has a price. So the question is what will it take?" "It's more complicated than just that. The cartel is one of our best customers...." "And they still can be. I have a solution to your problem. And I will give you three times the going rate for her", Aziz said pointing at Abby. "You can't seriously be considering this man's proposal" Abby said with a tone of astonishment in her voice. "And just how do I explain to the cartel that I sold one of their employees?" Bell asked amused at the sheer absurdity of this negotiation. "Tell them that she never arrived. Kill the pilot and destroy the plane. They will assume that the plane crashed somewhere. They would never expect any wrong doing on your part. Why would they? " Aziz put in with an ominous smile. "As I said I will give you three times the going rate for her and just to sweeten the deal I will pay your asking price for the virgin whatever that maybe. Agreed?" Aziz said holding his hand out. "You are out of your mind." Abby put in. "My boss will come down on this place like a shit storm and cut everyone's heads off. Everyone's do you understand? Every living thing in this place will die. Every man, woman, child, and animal will die. He will even kill the damn birds." Abby's voice was starting to betray her rising feeling of panic and terror. She feared that she would become a slave as she continued her rant, "And just for spite he will burn this place to the ground and sow salt into the soil so that nothing ever grows here again. They will go crazy with revenge if you do this Bell. Your fat ugly head will be stuck on a pike as a warning to all if you do this." Bell considered all sides of the issue while looking around at his men who all were nodding in agreement. With his greed finally overcoming his common sense he nodded and said, "Sir, you have yourself a deal." And he grabbed Aziz hand and firmly shook it. "Grab her!" one of the men by Bell's side said pointing at Abby. Two men sprang toward Abby seizing her by her arms. Aziz moved in on Abby and said, "Nice speech but I think it is time I unwrapped my present don't' you think?" Aziz grabbed Abby's expensive business suit with both hands and in one fluid yank ripped it open from her neck to her waist. Her blouse was then torn open exposing her white bra. Aziz reached in his pocket and pulled out a long and menacing dark green switch blade knife and with a click cut her bra way from her body exposing her freckled 36B tits. As she struggled and looked down at her now jiggling breasts he said, "Very nice. So far I like what I have purchased." He then pinched one of her nipples between his fingers. "You're going to die." Abby said as she spit in his face. Aziz yanked her skirt off and then shredded her thong flinging it with the rest of her clothing to the ground as he stripped her. Abby now stood before this group of men much like all the other women there today, naked and exposed. Reaching down between her legs to her soft shaven pussy she continued to struggle. Despite her squirming he managed to drive his middle finger into her three knuckles deep. He could feel her warm slippery juices inside her pink hole as he wiggled his finger inside her. The inside of her quiff was so slick and silky that he could feel his cock growing inside his slacks. With each passing moment that his finger played inside of her his cock grew thicker to the point that it was beginning to throb. Pulling his finger out of her he sniffed it. It had a small tart smell to it but it was so clean and pure like a very expensive wine. His heart skipped a beat as he caught his breath. He had never felt such a perfect snatch in his life. This woman was a goddess and too good for his benefactor he thought. Her body, her sent, those deep green eyes were making him mad with lust. It took every inch of his being not to ravage her body right here, right now on this tarmac in front of all these people. He had never felt this kind of desire before in his life. Clearing his throat and shaking the cobwebs out of his mind Aziz said, "Yes, I think you will do just fine Ms. Rogers. I look forward with anticipation to our long flight home. I will enjoy breaking you in for my master." "You will never get away with this! My boss will kill every single one of you for this insult." "We will see about that." Bell said to her. Abby and Amber were both were escorted to Aziz plane. The plane was originally designed with eight passenger seats, four on the left and four on the right with an isle running from fore to aft between the seats. However, this aircraft had been modified. The third pair of seats in the rear had been removed. It now could seat only six passengers with ample room in the back of the plane. Amber and Abby were taken to the last row in the aft part of the plane and their leg shackles secured to a metal ring that protruded from the floor. Saying something in Arabic to the man that was on the plane after the girls where restrained Aziz left the aircraft and went to conclude the deal he had struck with Bell. Abby looked out the round window next to her seat and saw Bell and Aziz shake hands again after Aziz handed him a scrap of paper. The two were obviously sealing the deal. Amber broke Abby's intent gaze on the two men when she whispered in a low voice, "Looks like you got more than you bargained for bitch. Now you will know what it is like to be abducted and abused by these animals." "Don't get all sanctimonious on me girl. I know goddamn well what these men are like and besides you don't know what the fuck you are talking about. You have no idea what is really going on here" Abby said right back at her. "I came here to save all you not to buy you for any cartel's prostitution racket. That was all a bullshit story." "What the fuck are you talking about?" Amber said as she squirmed in the tan leather seat she was beginning to sweat in. Whispering even lower Abby said, "I am with the CIA. My partner and I have been deep undercover in the Layve Cartel for months now. We are in so deep that they trust us to run little errands for them from time to time. We caught word that the Layve was buying some women today so I volunteered to fly over here and purchase all of you girls on their behalf. I was then going to send a signal and have Bell and his boys all rounded up when I had confirmed the location of all his captives he had for sale today. That scum, Aziz wasn't supposed to arrive until this evening but as luck would have it he came in exactly when I did. I can't believe this whole mission has gone to shit like this." "So what's going to happen now?" "I am trying to figure that out. I imagine when I don't come back tonight the agency is going to come down on this place hard. Hopefully they can get one of these hillbillies to talk and tell them what happened to us." "Where are they taking us?" Amber asked. "Aziz represents a powerful minister in Damascus so I am assuming we are going there" Abby said. "So is there a chance we will be rescued then?" "Syria is in a state of civil war right now and that makes rescue problematic." "Oh my god" Amber said as her eyes began to tear up. "I am never going to see my father again." "Keep the faith sister. It's going to be okay I promise." Aziz climbed up the stairs and closed the door behind him. Without much ceremony the plane was soon speeding down the runway before leaping into the air on a direct route out of the US. Aziz spent most of the time in the front of the plane on the phone. The flight was uneventful for the girls until about two hours into the flight when Aziz came to the back of the plane to visit his master's new possessions. "I think it is time that we have a little fun Ms. Rogers" he said unzipping his slacks. He reached in and pulled his cock out. Abby and Amber both gasped when the saw the freakish size of Aziz's manhood. Abby being no virgin herself had seen her fair share of dicks before but couldn't believe the size of what she was witnessing now. It was no less than eight inches long, three inches thick and had a very large ridge that ran around its head. She couldn't help but stair at it in disbelief. She found it near impossible to rip her gaze from it. It looked to be as hard as steel. It was apparent to everyone around that he was fully engorged and ready for action. His eyes betrayed his desire and his thick purple dick had a slender string of clear precum dangling from the tip. "Open your mouth bitch." He said grabbing her by her hair and thrusting her face into his crotch. Abby struggled for air as he rammed his engorged dick into her mouth and feverishly began face-fucking her. She drooled and choked in effort to take in the entire length and girth of his sex. She clawed at his back and ass in desperation. This only made him fuck her face harder and deeper. As she felt his cock grown even more with each thrust Abby was sure she was going to die from lack of oxygen. As the plane sped out of American airspace and toward a distant and hostile land Amber could only watch in shock at this spectacle. The sight of this woman being so brutally raped right in front of her was terrifying. She had never witnessed such a wonton act of violence like this before. She secretly hoped that Aziz would soon ejaculate down Abby's throat as Abby was starting to fall limp like a rag doll as she lost consciousness. Amber was also alarmed that her own tight little virgin pussy would have to take in such an enormous monster before the flight was over. A thought that sent shivers through her body. Looking down over her large breasts and at her nakedness she whispered to herself, "God, will this nightmare ever end?" --------------------------------------- Author's Note: For more of Abigail "Abby" Roger's CIA exploits see my story on this site entitled: "Isla Mujeres"