The Slavers (FF/F) - My Introduction

[AlexUSA3]

The Slavers
Chapter 1: My Introduction

Fields of grain. Beautiful green crops from the earlier summer sunshine and spring rains. As far as the eye can see. A majestic sea. Corn, miles of it. Blue sky and sunshine, no clouds around. Temperate weather. June in the Midwest is beautiful beyond belief. Really. Should have had an eye on the road and my gauges. Steam, orange lights, and alarms are bad. Damn it!

"Motherf-cker!" I kicked the rim of the tire of my black GMC, "I'd better not find a cop out here! If a cop or one of them finds me, it's not going to be pretty for me! Oh, God, no!"

I needed help. I'm not a slouch, but this was completely beyond my abilities. All I saw was dark metallic blue. Pretty truck, a Ford F-150 two door with a rear bench. Nice! Waving it down was easy, and that's how I met Jamie. She pulled over and hopped out of the truck. A tip of the hat, a friendly wave, and a smile. Cowgirl showed up at the right time while steam poured out from an overheated engine. Her mind had a cost estimate ready in 20 seconds. Frustrated sounds made it clear it was terminal, and she stepped back and put her hands on her hips.

"You froze the engine from melting a piston. I'm sorry; she's dead," she frowned.
"That sucks. Damn. I'm not close to home," my face screwed up. Frustration was clear.
"I'd give you a ride, but," she paused and looked back at the F-150 as if looking at someone.
"What's going on here?" there was a glimpse of movement and a suppressed grunting.
"Well, ummmm… I'm a weird entrepreneur," she looked me right in the eyes, "A criminal."
"That doesn't scare me. What do you do?" my fearlessness almost caught her off guard.
"Well," her matter-of-fact tone almost seemed sardonic, "I'm a professional kidnapper."
"You're funny!" I giggled, turned to face her, and pointed to the truck, "You got a girl in there?"
"I'm dead serious," Jamie insisted, "I capture girls upon request and sometimes sell them, too."
"You're crazy. Show me! I promise I won't tell anybody."
"Come on," she motioned to her truck, "Check her out. I'm not joshing you on this."

Beautiful. Silenced. Kidnapped. The masked desperado wasn't pillaging cargo at random but kidnapping as an act of vengeance to earn money from one person, she explained to me. Sell the girl to earn money from another. Dirty, bad money, but a thrilling living that led to moments like the arousing one before me.

There was a girl on the back bench. Blonde haired, with blue eyes. The eyes were wide and full of panic. Most likely, the poor thing didn't know why she'd been taken. Dirty blonde locks were a cute sight despite a big black balaclava being pulled over her head with hair peeking out from beneath the neck portion. She grunted a lot but was silenced by whatever gagged her so well. I looked at her legs and saw that her feet were bare. Disgusting, but sexy!

Jamie Townsend pulled her bandana off her nose and to her chin. Masked desperado to cowgirl in an instant. She was tall and strong with pale brownish, sort of blondish hair, that was straight, long, and beautiful. Her blue eyes showed neither guilt nor pride in her actions. Just a job she'd taken to pay the bills. A girl's gotta eat. Whatever. Just my first perspective of her. She had an interesting flair about her. I wasn't sure about this.

Blue jeans. Brown cowboy boots. Red cowgirl bandana. Brown ball cap. Solid red button-up short-sleeve shirt. 32C breasts. Probably feel nice. Pale skin. Strong but not muscular. She had a farming or ranching childhood for sure. For some reason, she was alone except for her cargo, a very important package. Yes, she'd robbed and pillaged and was making off with her booty.

Panic emanated from the captive girl's blue eyes. Jamie pulled on the balaclava a little so I could see the tape wrapping her face. The captive seemed to be securely bound, but fabric covered her body and bindings. No ropes visible. With each motion, the victim's panic increased. In brief, she was a helpless bondage doll.

Should I tell Jamie?

"You know… You came at the best time," I said with a heavy sigh, "I'm on the run."
"I could see it in your eyes," Jamie answered, "That's why I was willing to give you a lift."
"Shall we hit the road?" I asked her, looking at the darkly tinted windows and their sunshades.
"Yeah, come on. Let's go!" the roadside angel was actually a criminal, "What's your name?"
"Thea Caruso," my eyes met hers and confirmed my confidence in her, "I'm ready."

And that's how I became Jamie's sidekick.

TO BE CONTINUED?

[Crocodile]

Please do continue, i really like the setup.

[AlexUSA3]

Please do continue, i really like the setup.

Glad to hear this! You're not the first good word I've gotten on this one.

[LunaDog]

I agree. This deserves to continue,

[TapeBondage123]

Yes please, I’m looking forward to reading more