Hello, and thank you for taking time to read my story. This is a first effort so I hope you will be forgiving of the mistakes I am certain my work contains.
This is the fourth installment and I suspect you'll be lost as a goose in a hailstorm if you don't read the previous chapters.
I find that the story is much longer than I expected it to be, so I wound up breaking it into two "books" with a change in writing style between book one which is written in third person and book two which I have written in first person.
The entire story is set in an alternate reality where slavery has been re-instituted. I'd like to thank the people responsible for creating the foundation on which this story rests, Carl Bradford, Joe_Doe_Stories, MrSmith27, and Avicia. Although my story has a very different character than most of the other work I've read set in this universe, I've tried to stick closely to the basic concept envisioned by the original creators.
I'd also like to thank bad_hobbit for reading the first chapter and providing invaluable insight that kept this story from becoming a Mongolian cluster-fuck..I hope. :-)
Shall we begin?
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CHAPTER 6
Dave was waiting on the tarmac as promised when the jet taxied to a stop and the hatch opened. He watched as James deplaned followed closely by a beautiful, young woman with blue eyes and generous breasts capped with hard nipples centered in silver dollar sized pink areolas. That had to be Emily. She stepped gracefully down the stairs in nothing but flip flops and her substantive, silver, collar.
The collar was thick, shiny, and sported one d-ring on the front for accepting the leash, or whatever her owner may deem appropriate. Dave couldn't make it out from his position, but he knew Emily's name was engraved on the stainless steel collar in an elegant script. Sam's name would also be engraved on it identifying him as Emily's owner.
Dave knew this because when he lived on Sam and Morgan's estate, one of the things he did was convince Sam to quit using leather collars on his staff. Dave preferred either heavy aluminum or stainless steel collars for slaves. They weren't much more expensive than the leather dog collars most people used. Metal collars would last forever, even in harsh environments. They were much stronger, locked more securely, and were much more elegant than their leather counterparts. To Dave, using metal collars was a no-brainer, and he'd convinced Sam to make the switch to stainless steel.
James looked much as he did the last time Dave saw him, a little more mature perhaps. He was in jeans and a short sleeve oxford shirt. James clothes fit him well, Dave could tell that the young man hadn't slacked on his training or fitness. James had an average face beneath his short brown hair. The most remarkable feature was his brilliant, attention-grabbing, emerald eyes.
Dave'd been looking forward to James' arrival so he grinned as he waved to get James' attention. James spotted Dave right away and headed towards him with Emily in tow. Emily obviously knew she was supposed to be two steps behind and just to the left of James as they walked, but she was having a bit of trouble maintaining position. Emily appeared to be enthralled with her surroundings and was therefore paying less attention to James than she should be.
Dave knew Emily'd been enslaved over student loans so she probably wasn't accustomed to spending time at an upscale private airfield. There was a large building that could be described as a mansion dominating the area. It served as a lounging area for aircraft owners and their guests while their planes were prepared for travel. It also housed the airfield's business office and even had a few well appointed bedrooms travelers could rent if they found themselves stranded for a day or two.
Of course Emily couldn't see any of that, what she did see was a dizzying array of hideously expensive private aircraft. Most of them were Jets, but there was also a hand-full of high end prop planes. This was an exclusive airfield that kept out the lower end of the private aircraft crowd and Emily was taking it all in with wide-eyed fascination.
About this time Emily stumbled over her own feet and nearly fell. She unconsciously gripped James' left arm to keep herself from falling. James instinctively spun around and used his right hand to help stabilize her as Emily regained her balance. Once Emily was stable again she looked at James in shock as she fell too her knees and began to beg James for forgiveness. Dave could see Emily was not acting out of fear, but did so out of respect for James. Emily was ashamed of her actions that were caused by lack of attention.
Contact initiated by a slave without permission could result in a severe beating. Dave watched curiously to see how James would handle the incident. James retained his calm demeanor as he addressed Emily.
James' once smiling face now showed a stern expression one might use with a young child who had committed some minor infraction. James spoke quietly, but with authority. Dave would have easily heard many owners shouting in a rage from this position, but Dave could only make out a word here and there. In general, Dave approved of James' reaction.
James finished addressing Emily, turned, waited a moment to allow Emily to rise and assume her proper position, and then resumed walking towards Dave. Dave could see that Emily had sharpened her focus and was maintaining position and posture perfectly as she followed along.
As James and Emily reached Dave, they stopped, Emily knelt, and James reached out to shake Dave's hand. Dave grabbed James' hand and pulled him in for a hug, the kind old friends share when they've been apart for a while.
They separated after the requisite three slaps. Dave looked down at Emily who was still kneeling patiently in what was pretty good posture. Emily's back was straight, she held her hands on her thighs palms up, but her knees were a bit too close together. Emily's head was high but she appeared to be studying the concrete intently, or perhaps she was looking at her obviously wet, aroused labia. Emily's entire demeanor indicated respect, and a strong desire to please her master.
Sam's description of Emily was spot on, although Dave thought she was much prettier than Sam indicated. Sam had a knack for finding the most extraordinary girls to fill his staff. If anything ever happened to Sam's business, he could make a fortune as a slave broker.
After greeting each other briefly, Dave indicated a double cab Ford truck they would be taking back to Dave's facility. An airfield ground-crewman had already deposited James bags in the back seat. As they approached the truck James looked at the bed with interest. The short bed had two rear facing rows of what appeared to be white fiberglass seats arranged three across for a total of 6 seats. Each seat was equipped with a 4 point harness. James quickly determined that the bed was set-up for slave transport.
Dave spoke, "What do you think, James?"
"I like it. I've never seen anything quite like this before. I guess the need to ride inside the truck is pretty much nonexistent in south Florida."
"Yeah, about the worst the slave would have to face is getting wet in the rain. Trips are usually short enough sunburn isn't a concern. Emily has a pretty good tan and should be just fine."
"Rigs like this are actually fairly common down here, although usually without the row by the tailgate. Kids
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