Chapter 18 The End of the Chase (Sheriff John Miller 6)
THE END
Chapter 18 The End of the Chase (Sheriff John Miller 6)
THE END
As the wagon pulled to a stop, a burly barrel-chested, middle-aged man stepped out of a rambling wooden shack and strode purposely in our direction ... swinging a glowing lantern in his left hand. In his right he gripped the handle of a long bullwhip.
He laid his whip down on the desktop,
Any disobedience, or lackadaisical work performance, will be severely punished."
But first we need to inspect you both for contraband and put you in restraints ... so kindly strip!"
"All new slaves work in the nude here. You want to wear something, sweetie, you gotta earn it. Now strip and be quick about it or I will have George or Jake do it for you!"
Jake, who from all appearances seemed quite the malicious kind, took a menacing step forward.
I watched as he entered the number 1491 on the roster, and then 1492 for Barb.
He walked away, and while we all ... that is, the entire shift ... watched, the enforcers dragged the two unfortunates over to the far side of the tunnel, hoisted them up onto one of the carts used for hauling away debris and salt, pulled down a pair of nooses dangling from pulleys bolted to the tunnel supports overhead, slipped the nooses over their heads and tightened them around their necks.
Within seconds a whiplash broke across my back. I jumped, let out a scream, and leaned into it, pushing hard against the spar with all I had. The sharp cracking and hissing sounds of more whip lashes echoed off the ceiling.
One of the enforcers came around with a bucket of water and a ladle.
The round-faced monster waited until he had disappeared far down the long tunnel, then she turned to the other enforcers and said, "Come on, let's get her up on the cart over there, and hang her! Good riddance to bad rubbish!"
Sarah laughed, but it was a brittle, mirthless laugh. “And there you were just a couple of months ago buying more slaves ‘to expand our operations,’ as you put it. All because you had to have those two whores to play around with at night instead of being in bed with your wife.” I knew she meant Barb and Pat.
But just then Pam intervened, grabbing me from behind by the hair, jerking me half to my feet, and belting me in the stomach with clenched fist. I flew backwards with the force of the blow and landed hard on my butt, holding my belly and gasping for air.
you two will be severely punished. You will spend the entire day on stake-out. See to it Zelda!
When they had finished, we lay naked and spreadeagled. Our bindings allowed just enough slack to move or flex our limbs a bit, but little more than that. We were helplessly and hopelessly exposed to the elements.
It was George, and behind him two of his enforcers.
"Untie them and get them inside," he ordered.
Then, I saw Barb kneel beside me, and felt her unbutton my trousers and slide them down my legs, followed by my drawers. She grasped my rapidly hardening dick in one hand and took the head into her mouth just as she used to do in their slave cabin back on the plantation.
George was looking me up and down hungrily. “I always thought you were a hot piece of ass, Sarah, and now I can see just how right I was.” He reached out and stuck his hand between my legs. I twisted to get away telling him to stop. In response, he just dug his hand into my pelvic bone painfully. “You aren’t the boss anymore, Sarah. Here, I am the boss and your body is for me and the others to do with as we please. You got that?”