The Slavers (FF/F) - My First Ride

[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]

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Chapter 2: My First Ride

Jamie started up the pickup truck and suggested I sit in the back to stay with the captive, but that sounded sketchy. No way. That would be a quick way to trap me. Especially true when my new employer seemed the type to have a gun in the glove compartment. I was packing heat, too. Her truck had a ride height that was similar to my dead SUV that was now abandoned by the side of the road. I'd stolen that vehicle anyway when running from my pursuers. Enough vehicles went by that I could've hitched a ride with any of them going either direction.

"Well, well, well, here we are," I said and removed my bandana to further hide myself here.
"You're agitated," Jamie observed correctly, "Who wants you? What do they want?"
"Blue Honda Accord should be going west on this road with two women in it. One of them will have a leather jacket and a red bandana; the other has jeans and a polo," I answered covertly.
"Well, that's an interesting couple of pursuers. Care to say what they want with you?"
"They want to capture me," I answered, "Obviously. Why else would they pursue me?"
"Interesting," Jamie looked at the vehicles coming the other direction, "Blue Honda Accord."
"Where are you going?" that conversation had to end; she didn't need to know details. Yet.
"I'm headed to Chicago," my new colleague respected my changing the topic.

That there said Jamie had some semblance of nobility. Perhaps she was a slaver. But she had an honor code in her own way. Mostly, she kidnapped on behalf of another who wanted to wreak an act of vengeance on the victim's family or spouse—mostly women. Like the one in the backseat. There were some sort of fabric tubes, kind of like leg warmers, pulled over her body and legs to hide her bondage. The balaclava and tubes were unusual. But why the excess? We talked a lot about her work for about 10 minutes, but we didn't talk about each other.

"Why do this though?" I asked her while always keeping an eye on the road.
"Because it pays… and because I'm good at it," she said with a slight smirk on her face.
"You must have known I'm a bad person of some sort on sight," I had to play chess now.
"Sort of," she responded firmly, "I have done enough revenge jobs to know your type on sight."
"What's the game plan? It'll be dark soon," I looked at the yellowing sky with a smile.
"We'll sleep in a truck stop or a cheap motel most likely if I think we can't push through."

I'd seen the car go by hours earlier. Still, I was terrified even after another dozen blue Accords had passed us by. What if they'd turned around? What if they'd actually seen me get in here? It was known to every criminal east of the Rockies that I was out here somewhere. Dozens or even hundreds of people would want a piece of that reward. I could see the underground networks all with my picture plastered on them: Wanted: Viciously bound and gagged. I was one of three witnesses alive to that one person's actions.

What if Jamie decided that piece of pie was too lucrative to ignore it?

Jamie was pretty. I liked the pale brown-blonde hybrid color. The pale blue eyes. The bandana around her neck. The cowgirl and I would be the two prettiest kidnappers if she decided that my talents were useful to her. I knew I could do this. I had my experiences with kidnapping even if not the bondage aspects. She seemed a natural teacher who would quickly teach me her ways.

The girl with the blue-gray eyes and the dirty blonde hair didn't gag talk or complain much. By her manners, she'd been in transport for a while, maybe even passed from kidnapper to kidnapper as needed. Her eyes were wide, and she struggled a lot. Occasionally, she squealed as if warmed by the ropes. There was nothing to see, and I suspected she had to be thirsty from the gag. I was thirsty too, but we stopped for dinner. That's when I finally felt safe to get into the back and feed the captive while Jamie kept driving. If Jamie tried to pull something, I was ready.

"Who are you?" the girl finally asked me fearfully, "You two won't hurt me, will you?"
"Of course not," I said, "We're just doing a job. It's nothing personal against you, sweetie."
"Don't talk out your back end, kid," Jamie shot a warning glance to me in the rearview.
"I'm sick of your ropes and gags," the girl started crying, "Please, let me go. I did nothing!"
"Quit your sniveling, or you'll be gagged again," there was no regret in Jamie's voice.
"HELLLLPPPPPP! Somebody help me!" the captive had to open her big trap.
"GAG THAT B-TCH!" Jamie sharply ordered me.
"We warned you," I coldly wedged a 2.25 inch ball gag into her mouth and strapped it tight.
"GNNNNNN! Ohn't hoo thith" she whined while I took out the black electrical tape.

A chill went down my spine. I'd gone from one kind of criminal to another kind. Without any further thought, I wrapped her face in tape. Lots of it, good and tight. Then, the balaclava hid it all from the public eye. Eastward we traveled, Jamie the driver, this girl the prisoner, and me the guard. Mindlessly staring at the captive helped me to forget and to find calm on the journey.

Would there be reckoning? Would I be found? Would they forget? Would Jamie be true to her word? She seemed too keen in the underground; she'd eventually find out.

What would Jamie do when she found out?

[Crocodile]

There is a certain thrill to it, not knowing how you will end up on this ride.