Thread: Slave tracker (Foxy Lady and Lowblow Emma)

In the cave, Hunter had no illusion about what lay in store for him. The faces that looked down on him were not those of pampered slaves whod taken a dash for freedom and now regretted it or thieves who were afraid of being caught. These were hard men, afraid of no one, used to getting what they wanted. Looking for Marcel, are ya? The leaders voice was harsh and guttural. Well, he aint here. He knew what to expect as three of the men pulled the net off him, rolling him across the floor. Instinctively, he rolled into a ball to protect himself, his arms over his head. The first blow to land was a kick in his kidneys, followed by another and a third, heavy boots bruising and cutting his flesh. Hands grabbed his arms and pulled him out of his protective pose, opening his stomach for more kicks and punches. Then they set about his head and face, punches breaking his skin and closing one eye. The pain didnt bother him hed suffered worse. He let his mind detach itself from his body to assess what was happening. This was a planned, coordinated, systematic beating. Not the sort of free for all that roughnecks deliver just for the fun. And that gave him hope. If theyd been paid to kill him, hed be dead by now and his body dumped in a ravine where it would be eaten by animals and never found. The only question was how much further were they going to go. He didnt have to wait long to find out. Get is legs, boys. Hands grabbed his ankles and pulled his legs apart. He tried to twist and turn to deflect the kicks that were aimed at his groin, taking blows on his inner thighs, but some got through. Enough got through to make him scream in pain and to leave him writhing in agony when they stopped. Then the leader spoke again. Get is trousers orf. Too weak to resist, Hunter was thrown over a boulder at the side of the cave and his trousers pulled down around his ankles. He glanced over his shoulder as the leader approach, his cock waving before him. He pegged Hunters ass with one thrust and hammered him until he came with a loud cry of triumph. Hunter slid to the floor and rolled onto his back, to find the leader standing over him, his cock still dripping with cum. Youre mine now. Just like that girl ya took this afternoon. I can take ya whenever I want ya. Howd it feel to be my girl, eh, Hunter? His laugh was still echoing around the cave when Hunter realised he was now alone. He lay trying to recover and to get clear in his mind what had happened. He had been led into a trap and Alice had led him there. But had Alice acted wittingly? He couldnt believe that she had tricked him. She was so transparently innocent. She must have been set up too. In which case, this was all an elaborate plot. But what was its purpose? Was it just to catch Hunter off guard? That couldnt be it. Those thugs could have taken him any time. No, there was something else. Was it to let Marcel get away, to provide a diversion? That was possible. No, it couldnt be that, well not just that anyway. Why the attack on him? That felt like revenge, far more than was necessary to let Marcel escape in the other direction. And what about Martha? She had to be in on it, surely, because Alice had heard them planning. Was Marcel prepared to leave her to her fate? No if she was part of it, whatever it was, Marcel would want to rescue her. And that told Hunter where to find him. All he had to do was get back to the traders lockup, if Marcel hadnt taken Martha already.