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Thread: Slave tracker (Foxy Lady and Lowblow Emma)

The slave trader was checking his books when the slave burst into his office. Marcels run, he gasped. Mistress wants Hunter, right away. The owner stood waiting at the top of the steps to her mansion. She watched Hunter approaching up the drive, admiring his broad shoulders, deep chest, slim hips and muscular thighs. You took your time, Hunter. What kept you? I came as fast as I could, he replied, effecting a slight breathlessness that he knew shed like. She noticed and she did like, although she knew it was false. He mounted the steps and stood towering over her. Tell me, he said softly. The usual story, she sighed. He was working in the fields and slipped behind a hedge, saying he wanted to relieve himself. The slaves were spread out and, by the time the supervisor had noticed, he was long gone. The supervisor? Hunter queried, knowing what the reply would be. Hes taken over Marcels duties until you recover him. Anyone special? He had an understanding with Martha. Shes in the yard waiting, but youll get nothing out of her. Shes a snooty piece. Use your discretion. Hunter knew what that meant and turned towards the yard. The mistress called him back. No messing with my upstairs slaves, please. Hunter knew what that meant too. She had been right about Martha. She was waiting for him with her shoulders drawn back and her arms folded. Youll get nothing out of me, she spat at him as he approached. Then youll be sold. No one will trust you. Youll work as a chained slave from now on. As he waved to the overseer to take her away, she spun on her heels and started towards her quarters. Fine, Ill just get my things, she shouted over her shoulder. Within two strides, Hunter had reached her and grabbed her by her hair. You have no things, he told her as he dragged her to the overseers cart. Your mistress owns everything. She has graciously allowed you to keep your clothes until you get to the market. Then theyll be brought back to their rightful owner. From the kitchen window a young kitchen slave watched quietly, as Martha was dragged to the cart.
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No one ever noticed Alice. She did as her mother had done, as her mother had trained her to do. She kept quiet, did what she was told as best she could, never looked her owners in the eye, never answered back, never quarrelled with anyone. And because she was quiet no one noticed her. But she noticed them, heard them too, learnt all their secrets. She knew about the cooks liaison with the overseer, who was the real father of Janets baby, that the mistress had secret meetings with her neighbour, and that her master was bedding the parlour maid. She had seen Martha slip away to meet Marcel, she had watched their frantic lovemaking, snatched from the spare seconds that they could find together during the day. And one evening, when things were quiet and she was resting in the barn, she had heard them discussing their plans. Now she watched Hunter, keeping out of his way but keeping as close as she could, catching some of his short sharp questions, admiring his lithe movements as he strode around talking to this slave and that, seemingly at random. But she felt sure he was not working at random. There was a purpose in everything he did and that purpose was focussed on the kitchen and the adjacent yard. It was as if he was trying to pick up a scent. But Alice was loyal to her fellow slaves. They had never done her any harm and she would do none to them. Whatever she knew was hers to keep and she would never divulge it. Not even to this man who was filling her thoughts. Not even if he threatened to have her sold.
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But Hunter had noticed Alice. He had seen the flash of her eyes at the kitchen window and the sudden movement as she had pulled back when he looked up. He was aware of her presence wherever he went. This would take time, time that he didnt have. Every additional second put more distance between him and his prey. But he would have to be patient. There was no use trying to hurry things faster than they would go. It was not until mid-afternoon, when everyone including the slaves were allowed a siesta, that he caught her in her favourite spot in the corner of the cellar where she had made a cosy bed on some discarded blankets. She was dozing and jumped when his hand touched her lightly on the shoulder. When she opened her eyes, he was squatting before her. He moved her legs to make room beside her and the cool of his touch soothed her. Whats your name? Alice, she replied. And youre Hunter. Ive heard the slaves talk about you. What did they say about me? But Alice was reluctant to answer. Dont worry, he reassured her, I can guess. Nothing pleasant, I expect. She nodded. Theyre all afraid of you. Are you afraid of me, he asked. She shook her head. Why not? he pressed her. I dont know. I just feel safe with you. Thats all. Do you have a brand? She nodded. Show me, he commanded. Alice rose to her knees, turned her back on him and drew up her dress. The scar of the brand disfigured her soft round buttock. Hunter bent and kissed it gently. Alice sighed and turned to face him. I used to be a slave too, he told her. Do you have a brand? He pulled off his shirt and turned so she could see the brand on his shoulder. She followed the outline with her fingers. And whats this? She lifted the small sack that hung round his neck. Thats my freedom. To show Im no longer a slave. Alice cradled the document in her hand, as if it were the object of religious devotion. One day, she whispered, Id like one of those. Was it a hint? Hunter did not know, but he knew better than to make promises he could not keep. He kept silent, but began to drop soft kisses on her neck and throat. She pushed the precious paper back into the holder and let her hands glide over his chest. They drifted urgently, showing her desire, but aimlessly, showing her inexperience. Hunters fingers worked patiently up Alices legs, over her hips and tweaked her nipples, while his lips moved to her mouth. Soon Alices hands were pulling at his trousers, as he eased her dress over her head and climbed between her thighs. His passage into her wet cunt was hampered by a tight ring that he broke through with one fierce thrust. Alices cry of pain was soon replaced by moans as Hunter broke into his stride.
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Argh Alice has not expected the sudden sharp pain as he broke her hymen. But it was soon replaced by warm waves that washed through her belly and soothed and calmed her. Suddenly, Hunters body arched and he groaned as his series of ejaculations shook them both. She clung to him and kept a tight grip until his cock finally slid out of her, leaving a trail of sperm and blood in its wake. She wanted to give him something, something in exchange for what he had just given her, but she was hesitant. Would it be disloyal to her fellow slaves? Did he really want anything from her? He was smoothing her hair as if all he wanted was to lie in his arms. But Alice was not that nave. Finally, she began tentatively. I heard them. Really, he said, as if he was too distracted by her to care. Planning. Really? It was a question now. She felt herself being gently moved along. He was going to hide and come back for her when everything had settled down. Did he say where? She hesitated long before disclosing the information that he wanted, wanting to keep her hold over him as long as possible. He began kissing her again, his fingers working up her thighs and over her lips. It was only when he was lying between her thighs and easing his way inside her, more gently this time, that she relented. In the mountains, there are caves. Runaways often go there. He said hed be safe there. Hunter continued as if he hadnt heard her. When siesta time was over, he helped her into her dress and watched her walk proudly back to the kitchen. The mistress wouldnt mind if she were pregnant. As slaves child was a good investment, especially a child of a young mother and a strong man like Hunter. As he hurried down the drive, her eyes watched him around the corner of the mansion. He did not look back.
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Hunters success was also a handicap. All the slaves had heard of him and many knew him by sight. If he moved in daylight, he would be seen and the news would travel through the slave grapevine like a wild fire. Marcel would hear and be long gone before he arrived. So he went home and rested, letting his mind work out his plan. By nightfall, he felt refreshed and a plan was forming in his mind. He set out along the back ways towards the mountains, taking the quickest route. Marcel would have had to keep to the back roads, probably sleeping up before making a final push for the safety of the caves. With luck, Hunter would get their ahead of him or at least be able to pick up his trail. As he neared the area where the caves were located, Hunter slackened his pace, keeping his eyes peeled in the moonlight for any sign of footsteps, but the rocky surface gave nothing away. Everything was still, all was silent, there was no sign of life. He eased cautiously forward around the edge of a large boulder that had fallen across the trail. Seeing no sign of anyone, he stepped clear. Which was when the net fell on him from above. Within seconds, he was entangled. The more he struggled, the more entangled he became.
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Alice awoke, struggling for breath, to find a sea of faces staring down at her and a hand across her mouth and nose. Hands grabbed her legs and arms, and she was dragged from her bed, across the moonlit yard and dumped on a pile of straw in the barn. What did you tell him? That was the cook, the one who was having a liaison with the overseer. Lets sweat the bitch. That was the ostler. A rough hand forced its way between Alices thighs and groped her crotch. Shes got the hots for him. All he had to do was wave that cock of his at her and little Miss Perfect here told him everything he wanted to know. That was the supervisor who had failed to notice Marcels escape. The cook spoke again. You think youre so clever, always sneaking around and spying on people. Did you never think that wed be watching you? Enough of this talk, the ostlers voice was commanding now. It dont matter what she says, we know shes told him. Hell be on Marcels trail by now. Lets just get on with what we have to do and then we can all get back to sleep. The blows rained in, a fist in her belly, a smack across her face, strong hands pulling her hair, rough hands mauling her tits. She was rolled over and thrashed soundly across her back, buttock and thighs. Then back on her face again to see the men gathered around with their trousers open. No, she screamed, no, please, not that. But they took no notice, as her legs were forced wide and each man in turn entered her fiercely, with no concern but for his own satisfaction. Some of the female slaves turned away, but none intervened to protect her. They knew the punishment that awaited any slave who betrayed her fellows, particularly to a slave tracker, especially to Hunter. In the end, they left her, a mangled heap of flesh and clothes, her eyes swollen, her face and body bruised, her raw cunt and her womb awash with sperm.
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Hunter stumbled as fast as he could down to the road below the caves. The first light of dawn lit his path, but he still fell several times, tearing his clothes and cutting himself. In the distance, coming towards him, was a pony and cart. The driver wouldnt approach someone who looked like a runaway slave, so Hunter concealed himself in the hedgerow and jumped out just as the cart approached, grabbing the horses bridle. Ive got to get to the slave traders. With no time to argue, Hunter climbed aboard. The elderly man on the cart looked terrified at the sight of a large, battered black man taking control of his cart. Theres going to be an attack on the lockup. Pray were not too late. The thought of the possible release of slaves calmed the old man. At least he knew this man who was taking him back the way he had come was not one of them. The sight that greeted Hunter at the slavers premises was worse than he feared. Marcel had not just rescued Martha, he had released other slaves. The doors stood open, with some guards unconscious and others trussed up. The only slaves who hadnt fled were the timid and the old. Hunter had misjudged what was happening. It had taken more than Marcel to overpower so many guards. Even the thugs who had attacked Hunter would have struggled to achieve this. This wasnt just an attack to release Marcels woman. It had to be more than that. There was so much planning, so many people involved. A runaway wanted secrecy the fewer people involved the better the chance of escape. With so many people in the know, this had to be something more serious. He had to get back to the mansion and find out what was happening there. The cart rocked along the rough road as Hunter whipped the pony to its maximum effort. Lights were blazing as he hurtled up the drive. The mistress was coming out of the door as he pulled up. She stared in dismay at his condition. Hunter, what on earth has happened to you? You need a doctor. Hunter nodded. I probably do, but theres no time right now. Theres been a mass breakout from the slave traders. His sheds were full yesterday for the auction. Its beginning to look like this may be the start of a rebellion. The owner blanched. Youd better she whats been happening here, she told him, turning on her heels towards the yard behind the house.
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The owner led him around the house, across the yard and into the barn. Alice was huddled as far as she could squeeze into a corner, her legs pulled up to her chin, sobbing and shaking. My personal maid found her like this, the owner explained. Or so she says, anyway. No one admits to knowing what happened to her. But shes obviously been beaten and possibly worse. Is this anything to do with Marcel? Hunter nodded. Maybe, he conceded. Did you take her? It was the only way to get the information I needed, Hunter conceded, but it was false. I was led into a trap. Was she part of it? The owner didnt sound convinced. Neither was Hunter. I doubt it. If she was, why do this to her? They both stood and looked down at the pathetic bundle on the floor. Which slaves can you trust? Hunter asked. Yesterday, I thought I knew. Right now, I dont know if I trust any of them anymore. Lock up any that you arent completely sure of, Hunter advised. A short man in a crumpled suit carrying a black bag brushed past them and knelt beside Alice. Lets leave her with the doctor, the mistress decided. Ill make sure he sees you before he leaves. In the meantime, come and tell me what happened to you. The doctor soon appeared, shaking his head. Shes badly injured, shes almost certainly been raped, multiple times, and psychologically shattered. She cant stay here, thats for sure, he reported. See to Hunter here, then well discuss what can be arranged for her, the mistress replied. When she returned, the doctor had dressed Hunters cuts and was bandaging what he thought might be a cracked rib. The mistress stood admiring his muscles and his stoical indifference to the pain. Will you take Alice? she asked. Just until this is over. Then Ill have to sell her on, not that Ill get much for her. Hunter nodded his agreement and half an hour later the old man was driving Hunter and Alice as gently as he could along the rutted tracks to Hunters house. Alice lay on the floor of the cart, nestled into a pile of blankets but still moaning at every bump. Hunter ignored her his mind was on his next move. His personal revenge for the attack on him would have to wait. The time would come when he would extract a terrible revenge on the leader, but that time was not yet. There was a rebellion being planned. That was certain. The thugs had released slaves to take part, but theyd have been paid somehow. They were not the sort to throw in their lot with a doomed rebellion. And doomed it was. The militia would put it down they were already mustering as the cart wound its way through the streets towards Hunters lodging. And then there was Marcel. He was Hunters priority he was being paid to capture him. But how would he pick up his trail?
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As the door of the shack flew open, Martha cringed into the furthest corner. Marcel swiftly shut the door behind him and rushed over to reassure his partner. Dont worry, love, its only me. Youre safe. Martha body was still shaking despite the strength of his embrace. Its Hunter thats got me into this state, threatening that Id be a chained slave for the rest of my life. You wont let them do that to me will you, Marcel? She looked pleadingly into his eyes. Marcel promised, but Martha was still not calm. Tell me what they did to that bastard, she insisted. Marcel did. Martha purred at the details. They should have castrated the bastard, she spat Thats what Id have done if Id been there. Marcel just held her tight, feeling her confidence return. She looked up at him. Whats happening out there? Its going pretty much as we expected. Some of the slaves wouldnt leave the lockup, others sneaked back as soon as they could. A few have made a run for it, but the strongest and best are waiting in the forest. You said pretty much as we expected. Whats gone wrong? Tell me. Her voice was insistent. Its Alice, Marcel explained. The ostler discovered that she snitched on us. She must have overheard us making plans and told Hunter. Martha was puzzled. But thats good. We know how to mislead Hunter now. Hell believe anything she says. We just need to make sure she only overhears the right things, thats all. Marcel shook his head. No good, Im afraid, love. The stupid ostler beat her up and stuff. He didnt want to be too specific. Hunters taken her with him. Shell be holed up with him in his place by now. Shit. Martha was furious. Whatever possessed him to do that? It wasnt just him. It was the others too. The overseer. Even the cook. Marthas brain was working furiously, trying to figure out a way to turn this to their advantage. We need to mislead Hunter again, but how can we do that? Hell be on his guard now. Dont worry, Martha. Ive got a plan. Its already in motion. All we need to do is wait and you may get that chance to take your revenge on Hunter. Marthas face lit up as she grabbed Marcel and pushed him down onto the pile of blankets that served as their bed.
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The leaders of the rebel slaves were already in conclave, as they called it, as Hunter approached. Wheres Marcel? grumbled the supervisor. He was already being punished for having failed to notice Marcels escape and did not want his absence to be noticed. We need to decide when the rising begins and get back before we are missed. Marcel isnt coming, the ostler told the assembled slaves. This provoked a chorus of protests, complaints and questions. He eventually managed to silence them and explained. Its too dangerous. We cant risk him being spotted and captured. We dont need him here right now. He will lead us when the time comes. And when will that be? demanded a voice from the back. As soon as the weapons have been delivered, the ostler replied. And when will that be? the same voice demanded. As soon as- the ostler began, but he got no further, for at that moment a side door of the barn was thrown open and two rough slaves pushed Hunter inside. Look who we found lurking outside, the taller slave gloated. As each slave realised that the captive was Hunter dressed as a woman, their faces changed and they began to call out suggestive remarks. A hand stroked his ass. He noted their boldness and confidence normally a slave would not dare to touch him. Again the ostler had to fight to be heard. So, Hunter, he stood menacingly in front of him, Id heard you were Manuels woman now, but I didnt know you were dressing like one. Hell be pleased when he hears about it. Hunter did not react, but noted the name of the leader of the thugs who had waylaid him. Show us what youve got, the supervisor demanded, pulling at the dress, but Hunter shrugged him off. The ostler ignored the altercation. Its good of you to drop by, he told Hunter. Marcel is looking forward to seeing you again.. And so is Martha, added the supervisor in an attempt to restore his dignity. Again the ostler ignored him. He turned to the slaves. Were done here, he announced. Return to your farms and wait for the signal. It wont be long now. As the slaves each hurried away, he turned to the guards who had captured Hunter. Well take him to Marcel, he ordered and led them out of the side door.
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Alice had watched Hunter drop his bag and rush across the open space around the barn where he had crept along one wall towards the corner, but she did not see the two rough slaves until they grabbed him as he eased round the corner looking for a way in. Hampered by his dress, he was easily subdued and dragged away. All Alice dared do was to remain under cover, wondering what was happening inside. After what seemed an hour, but must only have been a matter of minutes, a stream of slaves left the barn and melted away. She heard a door slam and rushed round in time to see Hunter being led away. She worked her way round to follow them as closely as she could. The ostler was in the lead with the two slaves each holding tightly to Hunters arms. He made no attempt to escape, seeming content to accompany them to meet Marcel and Martha. Taking what she hoped would be a shortcut, Alice found herself ahead of them and decided to take her chance. As the ostler passed, she launched herself at him screaming loudly, she leapt on his back and dug her fingers deep into his eyes. The ostler howled and tried to throw her off. Taken by surprise, one of the slaves slackened his grip, allowing Hunter to break his grip on his arm, spin round to face the other slave and head butt him in the face. His nose broke with a loud crack and blood spurted over him and Hunter, who swung round and landed a punch on the other slaves jaw, knocking him to the ground. The ostler was still struggling to dislodge Alice, shaking desperately from side to side and trying to pull her fingers away from his face. Hunter buried his fist deep in the mans stomach, causing him to drop to the floor, landing on top of Alice, who released her grip. Finally free of her, the ostler reached up under Hunters skirt. His hands had barely grasped his balls, when Hunters backhand knocked him cold. Alice struggled from beneath him, expecting to be greeted as Hunters saviour, but she was mistaken. You foolish girl, Hunter snapped at her. They were taking me to Marcel. How will I find out where hes hiding now? Alice could not believe what he was saying. She had tried to save him and he was blaming her, telling her that he had wanted to be captured. She wanted to remonstrate, to tell Hunter how unfair he was being, how she had only done what she thought was best for him, how she didnt want him to come to any more harm. But Hunter was not in the mood. If youve been following me, he told her curtly, you saw where I left the bag with my clothes. Fetch it and meet me at the lockup. Im taking this guy there. The others, he looked contemptuously at the two slaves who were still dazed by his sudden attack on them, dont matter. Alice scurried away with tears in her eyes, as Hunter threw the ostler over his shoulder and strode towards the slave traders lockup.