28th April 2013

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Captured, chapter 1 

The first chapter in a storyline for Beauty In Perversion’s “What Befell The West” setting. In a future America, the 28th amendment to the constitution has repealed basic rights for half the population and instituted a patriarchy. Unclaimed women are up for grabs.

California wouldn’t go along fully with these changes. While still part of the union, the state has refused to actively enforce the 28th. Hence it has become popular grounds for slave hunters.

Somewhere near the Nevada border, in the mountains by Lake Tahoe, a woman prepares to spend her Labor Day weekend…

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Captured, chapter 1 

The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees. She took her backpack and the bags of croceries from the flatbed and walked up to the cabin. Recognizing her presense through the transponder in her key ring, the cabin unlocked itself and turned on the light. She smiled as the door fell open. It made her feel welcome… at home… safe.

City life was relatively safe in California, even after the 28th. But it required you to take precautions. Daily reports of single women being whisked away by slave hunters confined her to her apartment and that was suffocating her. She couldn’t live like that, trapped in her own home and unable to leave without an escort. She needed her free time to be just that: free.

The cabin was a gift from her father. Hidden away in the forest around Lake Tahoe - still in his name and “off-grid” - it was her own little hide-away. The access path was well hidden…looking like a disused logging road. The location was far away from any hiking trail. This was her own safe haven.

She stowed the groceries - four days worth of food - into the root cellar, keeping just what she needed for dinner and breakfast in the fridge. She had gotten next day - Friday - off, and with Labour Day Monday this extra logng weekend would give her five nights on her own. She’d leave Tuesday morning and be just in time for work.

Throwing herself on the couch she let out a happy little squeal. Free at last!

Friday was spent sleeping in ‘til noon, the afternoon hiking in the surroundings until sunset. As the stars came out in the evening, she found herself sitting on a hillside overlooking the lake and gazing up at the sky. In the clear air, free of light pollution, she could see the Milky Way with ease. She let out a deep sigh and smiled. Literally staring at a hundred billion stars she felt perfect peace.

Saturday morning, she came running up to the cabin. She looked at her watch: two miles in twenty minutes. Hm… not bad. Could be better but she was not complaining. But now she was soaked in her own sweat.

From the storage she brought out the portable shower, then grabbed a hydrogen cell from the cabin’s energy converter and plugged it in. She had a favorite spot in the little mountain stream just outside that was almost like it was made for washing and showering.

She stepped out of her boots; pulled out the band that held her hair into a pony tail. Sweat pants, tank top, panties… all went into a pocket of calm water in the stream. When she was completely naked she placed the submersible shower in the water and released the hose. With a light touch on the controls on the handle, the unit whirred to life. The fuel cell heated the water and powered the pump, pouring a steady rain of warm water over her body.

As the morning sun peeked over the ridge she was bathed in the warm light. A soft satisfied purr escaped her lips and she moved the shower handle over her body. It was almost like meditation for her to stand there naked and free… just letting the warm water caress over her skin like the soft touch of a lover.

With a cheeky little smile she pressed “Pulse” on the shower handle. The flow of water went from a soft steady stream to an intense staccato. As she moved the handle down between her legs, she closed her eyes and gasped. Crouching down and parting her thighs, she let the handle rest right on the right spot. She dipped the other hand in the chilled stream and placed it on her chest. The contrast of hot and cold made her dizzy with pleasure. Letting sound a small cry she let herself go, into her last climax as a free woman…

He didn’t say anything. Instead just stood there with his arms crossed and watched her as the orgasm subsided and she slowly stood up. She didn’t see him until she turned off the shower and turned around.

- Eeek! What the hell?!

She shyly tried to cover herself. The man was dressed in black. Boots, fatigues, long-sleeved shirt and gloves. Even though he was of average length he had an atheltic build easilly seen through the tight clothes. His hair was neck length, dark blonde and his eyes greenish. A little smile was on his lips, like he was really enjoying what he was seeing.

- Look, do you mind?! she fumed annoyed at him.

He just walked closer calmly as she tried to fish her clothes out of the stream.

- Don’t bother about that. Here…

He picked up her boots.

- …this is all you need.

A chill went down her spine. She looked down towards her pickup. A windowless van was parked behind it.

- No… she said, in denial at what was happening.

He threw the boots to her. His voice was calm, confident. Like what was happening was the most natural thing in the world.

- Put them on. I don’t want you to hurt your feet.

- No… this isn’t happening. You can’t make me go!

He chuckled and shook his head.

- Really girl… do you honestly think you’re the first one to say that?

She cringed, staring at him with wide eyes. A slave hunter. And she wasn’t his first. He had done this to others… dragging them away against their will.

- Just put them on and we’ll go.

Dazed she put her wet feet into her boots. Thoughts swirling as she laced them up. Was this it? Her work… her apartment in Sacramento…. her cabin? Was it all gone now? She looked up at the house. A sickening sense of vertigo hit her and she swayed, losing her footing and having to support herself. He quickly reached down and put a hand under her arm.

- No! she screamed. Her fist flew to his crotch… his stomach… his chest. Her fury caught him off guard. The strikes landed true, making him double over and groan in blinding pain.

Scrambing to her feet she bounced back two steps. This was unbelieveable. There he was, curled up on the ground, incapcitated . She could… run? Yes, run! Run for fuck’s sake!!

Making a dash for the cabin she threw herself in… think… think! What does she need? Keyring… pickup wouldn’t start without it. Pants… shirt… anything else?!

- Uuh… just stop it… it’s no use.

She screamed as he stumbled in through the door. Still in pain, but on his feet, moving for her.

- Get away from me!

She grabbed a chair and threw it on the floor before his feet, making him stumble as she turned and ran out the open back door, jumping over the side of the deck. She could hear him roar in anger behind her.

Flying down towards the vehcles, she ran faster than she ever dared before. Anything but smooth, the path was littered with rocks and cracks where rain water had washed away the soil. One false step and she would…

- Aah!! A dull thud as she hit the ground. Fuck!!

The tumble was nasty, she landed hard. Bumping her legs, scraping hands and knees, the air knocked out of her chest. Up… get up! she commanded herself. She staggered the last few feet towards the pickup truck, grabbing the door handle and pulling.

Nothing… the door wouldn’t open. She pulled again. No, it just wouldn’t budge. She pressed the key ring against the door, only to see it blink a fierce red. Error… there was something causing the transponder to fail.

- It’s jammed. he said as he approached. It won’t go anywhere.

She heard a quiet whine from his van. The fuel cells were active; the vehicle was transmitting a blocking signal that prevented the lock in her pickup to sense the presense of her key ring.

As she looked up at him approaching, she saw him pointing a small weapon at her.

- You wouldn’t… you can’t sell me if I’m dead.

- I have no intention of killing you. You will be safe with me.

- You’re pointing a gun at me!

- It’s not that kind of gun. But it’s not pleasant. Don’t make me use it.

She sneered, then suddenly threw herself backwards. A small “poof” and the tranquilizer dart swished just part her and bounced off of the side of her pickup, making him swear.

She took off again, down the road towards the main highway. She was in pain from the fall, but forced herself on through it. The forest road was serpentining its way down the steep slope. Coming to the first hairpin she flailed and tried to stop herself… almost skidding on the packed soil. It would have been shorter if she had taken the straight path, but without clothes on she would tear herself to shreds trying to get through the conifer forest. At least it was smoother here. Just half a mile, and she’d be on the main road. She could flag down another vehicle and escape.

She sprinted, the downwards slope helped her along, making her achive an incredible speed. She was escaping, she could feel it. A glance behind… no sight of him. Yes… yes! She had a chance!! Approaching the second hairpin. Just one last leg to go and she would be in the open.

Then she saw the black shape among the trees, aiming at her.

- Ouch!!!

She grabbed her leg, staring in disbelief at the dart with its thin tube and colored fethers at the end sticking out from the front of her thigh. She pulled it out with a wince, seeing the hollow tip of the dart dripping with the tranquilizer.

- Sorry girl… you gave me no choice.

He brushed pine needles and twigs out of his hair. While she couldn’t navigate the dense forest, he could.

- No… don’t try to run now. You’ll only fall and hurt yourself again.

- Screw you!

She screeched at him and turned around. But already at the first steps she stumbled. Her leg felt like it weighed a ton. She could hardly lift it.

- No! No…

She could feel the haziness creep in on her… clouding her vision… making her mind sluggish. She was close to real panic now.

- Stop… just stop. You can’t do anything about it now. he said, almost gently, as his arms wrapped around her. She tried weakly to pound her fists behind her. But all in vain.

One gloved hand locked over her mouth. With a little hiss an amouple on the glove burst… filling her nostrils with a sharp, chemical smell. Instantly she felt her knees give way. As she slipped away from consciousness, she heard his voice…

- You are mine now…

…and then there was blackness.

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