We were on our way home from a disappointing loss in the
semifinals of the state class 1a girl's soccer tournament. The
girls were devastated and my pep talk after the game did little
to help the situation. As for me, as a first year coach I was
elated about how far we'd come since that first practice back in
August. I'd hoped we'd go all the way, just to show my father
that women can coach, but I was satisfied with our overall
performance.
My name is Charity Jane Hill but my friends call me C.J.
Everybody calls me C.J., even my mother. People I meet soon
learn that I don't respond to anything else except maybe Ms.
Hill, and then only reluctantly. I began playing soccer when I
was six years old and played right through college. I'm fairly
tall for a soccer player, 5' 8", but I was always fast. At best,
I was an average player and when I graduated from high school
there were no scholarship offers. So I went to a small Division
III school out in the wilds of Kansas. I had a so-so career but
along the way I discovered I have a knack for coaching. I was
the poster girl for the old saying about those who can do, and
those who can't teach.
On that cold November afternoon I was twenty-four years old,
having celebrated my birthday just a week earlier. I remember
sitting in the front seat of the bus, chatting with the driver
while most of the girls napped. Jenny and Sal were in the back
with their heads together, plotting some kind of mischief.
Kristen Wolfe, the best player on the team, and my unabashed
favorite, was sitting across the aisle from me, wide awake,
reading a mystery novel. Kristen was a junior and I'd built the
team around her. It felt good knowing she'd be back next year.
We were heading down I-90, about twenty miles from home, when
there was bright flash and suddenly the bus was careening across
a meadow, headed for a patch of heavy brush. The driver worked
the brakes and brought us to a stop before we plunged into the
undergrowth. We were all stunned and had no idea what had
happened. We tumbled out of the bus, shaken and scared. The
highway was nowhere in sight. There was nothing in sight but
rolling land dotted here and there with thick clumps of bushes
and small trees. Overhead the sun was shining brightly and the
temperature was in the mid seventies. Kristen glanced at me and
said, "Well, J.C., I don't think we're in Kansas anymore. Or
Massachusetts for that matter."
Just then Jenny yelled, "Look. There are some people on horses
headed this way!"
I glanced around. She was right. About two dozen riders were
coming toward us at a fast trot. The second in line was carrying
a pole with some kind of flag on it. They looked like a troop of
cavalry, right out of a John Wayne movie. Except that the
cavalry troops in John Wayne movies weren't all women and didn't
carry flintlock rifles. Nor did they speak English with a sexy
French accent.
The troop reined in five yards away and the leader, a woman who
looked to be in her late twenties, asked, "Who's in charge here?"
Her accent made it a little hard to understand her.
I stepped forward and said, "I guess I am."
She smiled and dismounted. "Come with me." We walked a few
yards and stopped, facing me. She was tall, close to six feet,
and looked tough and competent. "You're no doubt wondering where
you are. Well, I can't explain how or why you're here, but
you've come through the veil. Tell me, in your world did the
English or Spanish take the new world in the 17th century?"
My world? What the hell had happened? I took a deep breath.
History wasn't my best subject but I explained that in my world
the French had lost North America on the Plains of Abraham. "The
Spanish were never a big factor in North America."
She smiled. "Who rules in your world?"
"Queen Anne, of course. Why?"
She shrugged. "I'm just trying to place you. We don't get a
lot of people coming through the veil but enough to know that
there are many worlds existing in close parallel to each other.
In one world the Spanish won, in another the English. In some
the English went on to spread their PAX across the world. In
other worlds the American Colonies revolted and created a new
country." She paused and smiled, "In this world the French won
and there was a revolt, but it was a women's revolt. Women rule
in Arcadia. And there are other differences. Men are not
tolerated. And slavery is legal. And, as of this moment, you
all are my slaves. And know this - there is no way back. You
are here to stay."
I stared at her in shock. "You've got to be kidding!"
She shook her head. "No, I'm not kidding. Our law is very
specific. All outsiders are slaves, property of those who capture
them. As troop leader I'm entitled to 1/3 so that means six of
you are mine. The rest will be sold at auction and the money
divided up amongst the troop. All of you may be sold. I haven't
decided yet. Now, if you want your girls treated gently you'll
cooperate." As she spoke she put her hand on the back of my neck
and squeezed gently. "By the way, I'm Arielle Valois, captain of
this troop. Your name is?"
I took a deep breath. "C.J. Hill, I'm the coach of this soccer
team."
She rubbed my neck gently but her grip was strong. "Go back and
explain the situation. Then I want all of you to remove your
clothes and line up in groups of six. Do it quickly or I'll have
you whipped in front of your girls as an example."
I walked back and gathered the girls around me while I explained
the situation. There were a lot of tears as they realized they'd
never see their homes or families again. The only one who seemed
unmoved was Kristen. She shrugged and said, "Well, at least now
I won't have to fight my stepfather off every night."
I glanced at her, surprised. She'd never given any indication
of trouble at home. She caught my look and smiled, as if to say
it was no big deal. I decided to cooperate with Arielle if she'd
guarantee to keep Kristen and I together. I asked the girls to
stay together while I spoke to her. I didn't tell then what
about. I walked back to Arielle and offered my complete
cooperation if she'd promise to keep Kristen and I together. She
smiled and nodded. "As long as I can. She is a beauty and I
would have chosen her as one of mine anyway."
I walked back to the girls and told them to undress. I unzipped
my jacket and slipped it off. They watched in silence as I
stripped completely. Then they slowly followed suit. When we
all nude I had them separate into groups of six and line up. I
stood at the head of one group and my assistant, Carol, took
another. I wanted Kristen with me but she moved off to take
charge of the last group.
Arielle's troopers moved in and tied our hands behind our backs,
not tight but tight enough to make it difficult to get free.
Then the put leather collars around our necks. A chain was
attached to my collar and run thought rings on the other's
collars before being fastened to the collar of the last girl in
line.
When everything was to Arielle's liking we moved off, the three
columns in parallel. We started off at a slow trot and then
speeded up when Arielle decided we could sustain a faster pace.
As we ran I thanked God that I was small (34b) on top. I glanced
over at Kristen. She was running easily, her firm breasts
bouncing with each step. She didn't seem at all discomforted.
Her skin gleamed under a light coat of perspiration. She glanced
at me and winked. I saw her eyes move and realized she was
looking me over. I blushed and wished I wasn't so much the
tomboy.
We ran for fifty minutes and then stopped for ten. The troopers
brought canteens of water and held them while we each took a
small drink. Arielle walked over to Kristen and said something
that I couldn't hear. Kristen nodded and then stood there calmly
while Arielle fondled her firm, full breasts. I felt a surge of
jealousy. Kristen was rightfully mine! I stared at Kristen's
long legs and fumed. Her thighs were long and firm, tapering
down to perfectly sculpted knees. I'd fantasized about seen
Kristen nude and now, when my fantasy had come true, I couldn't
do anything about it. Another woman was fondling her beautiful
tits, stroking her perfect ass. I turned away, grinding my teeth
in frustration.
Arielle came over a minute later and said, "She's a beauty.
I'll keep her and if you're a good girl I'll let you have her."
She cupped my tits and teased my nipples erect. "Are you going
to be a good girl, C.J.?"
I dropped my eyes, blushing, and whispered, "Yes, ma'am."
She pinched my nipples hard enough to bring tears to my eyes.
"See that you are, slave. Our laws are fair but our punishment
for breaking them can be harsh."
We ran all that day and stopped to set up camp late in the
afternoon. Our hands were untied so we could eat but our ankles
were hobbled with cuffs and chains to keep us from straying.
After we ate the chains were removed from our collars and each of
us was paired off for the night with a trooper. For warmth and
security and, in some cases, sex. I thought Arielle would take
Kristen but she didn't. She took me.
Arielle slept rolled in a blanket like her troopers. We stayed
within a defined circle for security. Apparently the French
hadn't settled their problems with their Indian population the
way our world had and there was some danger from raiders.
Arielle's body was strong but feminine and she had a couple of
scars that made me want to ask questions. But, as we huddled
under her blanket, she began to rub my belly. I resisted the
first time she kissed me but she wasn't discouraged.
Before long, despite my efforts to resist, I was thoroughly
aroused. She was surprisingly gentle when she slipped her hand
between my legs and began to masturbate me. She brought me to
the brink of orgasm and then backed off. I whimpered in
frustration. It had been almost a year since I'd had sex. She
did it again and again and again. Finally, when I was sobbing in
frustration she leaned close and whispered, "What are you?"
I took a deep, shuddering breath and whispered, "A slave. I'm a
slave. Please, let me come. Please!"
She chuckled softly. "That's right. You're a slave. A nude
slut. My nude slut. Isn't that right?"
"Yes! I'm a slut! Please, let me come!"
"Tomorrow morning, in front of your girls, you're going to come
to my on your belly and lick my feet in submission. And then
each of them will follow. If anyone refuses she'll be whipped.
And so will you." And then, before I could answer, she dipped her
head and took my right nipple in her teeth. She nipped gently.
At the same time she ran the tip of one finger across my anus. I
arched my back and bit my lip to stifle a scream of pleasure as I
came. It was a long, intense, and very satisfying orgasm. I
fell asleep with my head resting on her shoulder.
The next morning, after we were fed, we were lined up and our
hands were tied behind us. Then Arielle glanced at me and
nodded. I stepped forward and stopped about eight feet from her.
I got down on my knees and rolled awkwardly onto my side, then
onto my belly. I crawled, pushing myself across the ground with
my feet. Then, sobbing in shame, I licked her feet in
submission. After she was satisfied that my humiliation was
complete she lifted me to my knees and made me watch as each of
the girls submitted to her. Kristen refused. Arielle ordered her
to be trussed up and whipped.
I moved close, still on my knees, and kissed Arielle's hand.
"Please," I begged. "Let me talk to her. Please don't whip
her."
Arielle glanced down at me and nodded. "Talk to her. She has
to submit like the others. Nothing less is acceptable."
I got to my feet and trotted over to the tree where Kristen was
waiting to be whipped. She was hanging by her wrists from a
strong branch, her toes barely brushing the ground. I pleaded
with her to submit but she was stubborn and refused to even
consider it. Finally, crying, I sank to my knees and rested my
head against her thigh. "Please, do it for me. I love you and I
can't stand the thought of you being whipped."
"You love me?"
I glanced up at her and nodded. "Yes. I've loved you since
that first day of practice." I kissed her thigh. "Please.
Submit to her for me."
She stared down at me in silence for what seemed like an hour
but it couldn't have been more than a few seconds. Then she
nodded. "Okay. For you."
Arielle accepted the news with a smile. She had me whipped
while Kristen was licking her feet in submission. They hung me
by my wrists and whipped me with a braided leather whip that left
me sobbing after just ten hard stroke across my back and
buttocks.
We ran all morning, breaking at noon for a hasty meal. We
arrived at Arielle's village late in the afternoon. It reminded
me of the pictures I'd seen of colonial villages in our world -
log cabins and a log palisade for defense. Once we arrived,
things moved quickly. Kristen and I were separated from the
group.
Then Arielle choses four more girls and surprises me with her
choices. All of the girls are fit and reasonably attractive,
most teenaged athletes are, but Arielle doesn't choose based on
looks. Except for Kristen, who is arguably the most beautiful
girl any of us have ever seen, she chooses girls who I know have
strong personalities. She chooses Jenny and Sal, the pranksters.
Both are slim and strong, Jenny is a redhead and Sal has brown
hair, brown eyes, and olive skin. She also chose Val, a slim
blonde freshman and Kate, a senior who walks with a slight limp
but is still one of the fastest girls on the team.
The rest of the team is led off to the slave pens in the center
of the stockade. Messages will be sent and in a week they'll
mount the block to be sold at auction. We follow Arielle out
through the gate down a dusty path to her cabin. It's situated
near a stream, on a slight rise that allows a good view of the
surrounding country. She removes our cuffs after warning us that
attempting to escape is punishable by death. "Not an easy death
at the end of a rope. Escaped slaves are crucified when
captured." She glanced around. "You'll notice I said when, not
if. In the past fifty years only one slave has gotten away. She
wound up on a spit. Some of the tribes north of here see nothing
wrong with roasting their enemies and eating them." She paused
and smiled, a chilling smile that made me shiver. "She was alive
when they put her on the fire."
I didn't know whether to believe her or not. She sounded
sincere but she may have just been trying to scare us. She
succeeded. She paired us off, Kristen and me, Sal and Jenny, Val
and Kate. "Never go anywhere alone. Stay with your partner.
Take care of each other." She assigned duties to each pair.
Kristen and I were assigned to cook and clean and manage her
personal life. Sal and Jenny got assigned to care for her
horses and do the outside chores. Little Val and Kate got
assigned to care for her weapons and other personal gear. And
one pair would share her bed each night. "Practice your skills
on each other because I'm demanding in bed."
She gave us towels and soap, a pot of what looked like skin
lotion, and a pair of scissors and told us to cut our hair, bathe
in the stream, and then use the lotion on our bodies. She told
them she didn't want anyone's hair longer than mine was at that
moment. "The lotion will remove your hair permanently so be
careful with it. Use it only on your legs and pubic mound. It's
mild and only stings a little."
We trooped off and Kristen and I kept watch while the other four
cut their hair and bathed. When our turn came Kristen shed a few
tears as I cut her long, blonde hair so that it was no longer
than 2" anywhere. It was a hack job but I did the best I could.
We chatted while we bathed and I learned that Kristen was a
virgin in every sense of the word. We spread the lotion on each
other's legs and pubic mound and waited for five minutes before
rinsing it off. It was weirdly sexy to be bare down there again.
We dried off and headed back to the cabin.
Arielle spent the day instructing us in our duties. Kristen and
I needed little instruction so she spend most of her time with
the others. This went on for an entire week. She kept us nude,
her preference, and nobody in the community seemed to find it
strange. There were no men to leer at us. I asked about our bus
driver and Arielle said he'd been deported. When I asked how
they kept the population up she just smiled and said, "We have
our ways. We buy some women from the Spanish lands in the south,
capture some from the Indians, and some of us travel from time to
time."
That first night I was surprised by Arielle's sensitivity. She
took me to her bed and left the five girls in the main room with
their blankets, huddled together like puppies. When I said
something she smiled, "They're all virgins. Let them learn on
each other. I'll teach you to please me."
And she did. Despite being in love with Kristen, I had never
been with another woman before coming through the veil. Well,
there was one incident with another soccer player during my
junior year in college but one encounter in the showers doesn't
really count. I didn't do anything but lean against the tile
with my legs spread while she went down on me. It was enjoyable
but it never happened again. But Arielle taught me to satisfy her
with my fingers and tongue and, surprisingly, a dildo fashioned
out of some completely unknown material. It was soft but firm
and warmed quickly when held or inserted. It had a leather
harness that allowed it to be strapped on.
A week after our arrival we went into town and watched the rest
of the team members go on the block. They all sold for good
money and Arielle's troopers were happy. All but one of them
were sold to women from other towns and villages. That same
afternoon Arielle took us to the blacksmith shop to be branded.
It was a small brand, a stylized 'A" on the back of our left
hands, but it hurt and we all cried.
Our training continued. I occupied Arielle's bed each night
while the girl's experimented with each other. Then, one night,
Arielle brought them up to the loft, one-by-one, starting with
Kristen and took their virginity with the strap-on. She put me
on my knees beside the bed and told me not to talk or interfere,
no matter what happened. Kristen stared into my eyes while
Arielle fucked her. Then she joined me and we watched Kate lose
her virginity. Each girl took her place by the bed after being
fucked. Sal was last. She was the only one who didn't cry when
Arielle fucked her.
The sheets were a mess when it was over and all of the girls had
blood on their thighs. There was a pot of hot water on the
stove. Arielle and I took them down to the kitchen and washed
them with soft cloths and scented soap imported from France. The
sheets were thrown away. Kristen went back to the loft and I
spent the night with the girls. I woke up from a very erotic
dream around 4:00 a.m. and found Kate going down on me. I moaned
with pleasure as she brought me to orgasm with her clever tongue.
Sal and Jenny were holding my ankles, keeping me spread. Sal
and Kate switched places and it started again. All five of them
took a turn bringing me to orgasm. It was incredible!
Arielle was a strict disciplinarian and punished us for every
transgression but she wasn't cruel. There were no S/m games as
was common in our own world. We were valuable property and she
took care of us. She told us that after three years of slavery
we could apply to join the army where another two years of
service would lead to citizenship. She made sure we had the best
medical care possible. In winter she dressed us warmly. The
rest of the year we stayed nude. She used us sexually but she
never 'loaned' us to anyone. We didn't love her but we respected
her and were thankful we'd fallen into her hands instead of
someone who might have used us more harshly.
In time it became obvious that little Kate adored her and,
surprisingly, Arielle seemed to feel the same way about Kate.
Kristen paired off with Val, another surprise, and one that
devastated me. And, of course, Jenny and Sal were a couple. I
was the odd woman out. Six months passed and we had all settled
in. Life wasn't easy but we coped. Most of us were happy.
Spring came and Arielle was out with the troop for days at a
time. She left her young cousin in charge while she was gone.
Mirelle was a cute tomboy with a sunny disposition who was always
smiling but she wasn't a pushover even though she was only
fourteen. A couple of us found that out when she warmed our
butts for various minor infractions.
Arielle returned from a long patrol with a dozen captives,
survivors from a Danish ship that had gone down off the coast.
Despite the topographical differences we were in the same
approximate location as Massachusetts in our own world and less
than thirty miles from the coast. Arielle dismounted and Kate
ran to kiss her. After the kiss Arielle turned to me with a
smile. "I know you've been lonely so look this lot over and pick
one you like. Most of them speak French and a few speak
English."
By then we all were fairly fluent in French, some more than
others, me less than most. I walked down the line, taking my
time to examine each captive. The one who caught my eye was a
tall, slender redhead with hazel eyes. She had a pale, perfect
complexion and a slender, beautiful body. Her tits were small
and firm, tipped with little pink nipples, and she had long nice
legs. She spoke neither English nor French. One of the other
captives told me that the redhead's name was Petra and that she
was German, not Danish. I was surprised when Jenny came forward
and spoke to Petra in perfect German.
Petra's face lit up and they chattered back and forth for
several minutes. Finally, Jenny turned to me and said, "Her name
is Petra Jaeger and she's eighteen years old. She was a
university student in Stuttgart. She was coming out here to join
her father. He's the German ambassador to New Spain."
I touched Petra's arm and said, "Tell her she's mine now."
But before Jenny could open her mouth Arielle intervened. "No,
don't say a word. We'll have to give her back." She held up her
hand to silence my instinctive protest. "We don't want any
trouble with Germany. Besides, they'll give us a lot in trade
for her, things we need but can't make ourselves."
Arielle untied Petra's wrists and led her away. She glanced
back over her shoulder and said, "Amalie, show her the twins."
Amalie, second in command, motioned for me to follow her.
"There was a pair of twins among the captives. When we neared
town Arielle decided to separate them from the rest. We agreed
to give them to her and she gave up her claim on any of the
others. They're in the barn."
As we neared the barn, Amalie veered off to one side. When I
asked where she was going she smiled. "Before I show you the
twins I want something."
"What?"
She grinned. "You." She took my hand and led me into the tack
room that was affixed to the side of the barn. We made love on
an old sofa and it was very enjoyable. Amalie wasn't a pretty
woman but she was strong and healthy and she played me like a
fine instrument and I had a fine orgasm. She had two so she
considered our time well-spent.
The twins turned out to be identical blondes about fourteen
years old. They were slender and stunningly beautiful. Their
faces were dominated by huge green eyes. They were fit and
tanned and clung to each other fearfully as we looked them over.
They had slim, coltish legs and small firm butts. They were
perfect and absolutely adorable. Even their knees were pretty.
I glanced at Amalie. "My, God! They're worth a fortune! Is
she going to sell them?"
Amalie shrugged. "I thought so but now that she has the
ambassador's daughter....."
The girls were looking back and forth, clearly following our
conversation, so I knew they spoke French. I stepped close and
asked, "What are your names?"
The one on the left glanced at her sister. The other girl
straightened up with a defiant scowl and said, "I am Ingrid
Larsen and this is my sister Astrid." Her defiant look crumbled
and she whispered, "What's going to become of us?"
I held my arms out. "Nothing bad. You're mine now. I'll
protect you. How old are you?"
They stared at me for a moment and then flung themselves into my
arms. "We've just turned fourteen. Will you really protect us?
How can you? You're a slave."
I hugged them and whispered, "Yes, I'm a slave but you're mine
now and I will protect you." I took them by the hand and led
them out of the barn. We walked back to the house and I took
them inside. Arielle was sitting at the table with Petra, who was
now fully clothed. Petra gave me a haughty look but I ignored
her. "Arielle, you've got to return these girls to their
parents."
She shook her head. "I can't. Their parents are dead. They
have no family back home, no place to go."
That's what I'd suspected but I had to confirm it. "I want them
both."
Arielle smiled. "Aren't we getting a little pushy? Do you need
a touch of the cane to remind you that you're a slave?"
I stamped my foot, not a very impressive gesture when you're
naked. "If it wasn't for me you wouldn't have your redheaded
prize to sell back to the Germans. I want these girls."
I was surprised when Arielle nodded. "They're yours. You're
responsible for them." She paused and smiled. "Come to me when
the moon rises. Bring a cane and we'll discuss your manners."
I shivered. "Yes, mistress." Then I turned and led the girls
back to the tack room, the only place where we'd have any
privacy.
As we were leaving I heard Petra laugh. "I want to watch and
enjoy her screams."
Back at the tack room, I sat on the sofa with the girls on
either side of me and explained the situation to them. I didn't
have to explain much because they knew more about the political
situation then I did. When I was done they sighed and cuddled up
to me, their heads resting on my shoulders. Ingrid was on my
right. She said, "As long as you take care of us we'll make the
best of it."
I got towels and soap and a pot of depilatory cream and took
them down to the stream. I didn't cut their long, blonde hair.
I brought Kristen and Kate along to keep watch while I supervised
the twin's bath. They didn't have much hair on their bodies but
the cream insured that there wouldn't ever be any. Afterward, I
took them back to the house and showed them off to Arielle. They
followed me around like puppies while I did my chores.
That night, at moonrise, I brought a cane and sank to my knees
in front of Arielle. I offered the cane on my palms and she took
it. I nodded, "Yes, mistress. I was pushy, totally out of
line."
She smiled, "Good. Take the cane and the twins down to the barn
and have them whip you. Ten each. And then I want all of you
back here so I can inspect your welts. If they're not what I
expect you'll all be whipped by me."
I took the girls back to the barn and explained what Arielle
wanted. "So lay it on hard or I'll get twenty more and you'll
each get twenty too. I don't want you marked so do as I say."
They tied me to a post and whipped me. Ingrid first and then
Astrid. They were stronger than they looked and they laid it on
hard. I was sobbing by the fourth stroke, screaming by the
seventh, and begging for mercy by the tenth. I expected none.
Begging and screaming was an emotional release. After it was
over the girls walked me back to the house. Arielle examined the
welts on my ass and pronounced herself satisfied.
That night, despite my protests, Arielle deflowered the twins.
She did it to remind us who owned whom. She silenced my
protests with one question. "Do you want to kiss the cane again
tonight?"
The twins cried when she fucked them. Cried again when I took
them to be branded. But they were a delight. They had no
hesitation when it came to having sex with me. They knew what
they were doing and it was obvious that they'd been doing each
other for some time. They're sexually insatiable and I've had to
tan their butts at times to keep them from pestering me. But I'm
not complaining. Not at all.
A week ago we were all assembled in the main room and told to
dress up the next morning because we'd be attending an execution.
One of the troop had been caught dealing with an agent of New
Spain. She'd been convicted in a hastily convened court-martial
and was going to be hanged at dawn. "You have to wear clothes
because the only person naked tomorrow will be the one who's to
be hanged."
The next morning we were lined up facing the gallows when they
brought out the condemned prisoner. I gasped in shock when I saw
it was Amalie. They stopped at the foot of the gallows and
stripped her naked. Then they bound her wrists behind her back
and passed another length of rope around her arms, above her
elbows. I heard her grunt in pain when the pulled the rope tight
so that her elbows were touching. She mounted the steps bravely
and stared straight ahead while the noose was placed around her
neck and adjusted carefully. I didn't realize it was adjusted to
make sure that her neck didn't break. It was my first hanging.
Arielle read the death sentence and asked Amalie if she had any
last words. Amalie shrugged and said, "No, go ahead and kill
me."
Arielle nodded and the trap sprung open. Amalie dropped through
and then I realized why they'd fussed so much with the knot.
Amalie hung there, twisting and kicking as she slowly strangled
to death. It took nearly ten minutes and I was sobbing the
entire time. So were the rest of the slaves and most of the
troop.
When it was over Arielle marched us back to the house and made
us strip in the yard. Then she beat us, every one of us, working
out her anger and pain on our butts. When she was too tired to
continue she went inside, leaving us on our knees in the yard.
We stayed there all night. In the morning she came out and
apologized. Then she marched us down to the slave pen and told
the factor to sell us for what she could get and give the
proceeds to Amalie's lover.
We go on the block tomorrow and none of us knows what will
become of us. The twins will bring a high price and I'll
probably never see them again. When we were being fed the factor
told us that Arielle had resigned her commission and had left the
village. But, a while ago she was proved wrong. Arielle turned
up at the gate. She was naked and demanded to be sold with the
rest of us. Right now, she's over in the far corner of the pen,
on her knees, servicing the guards with her tongue.
The End.