Chapter One ~ Katy: One

 

I wasn't sure if I was having a nightmare or whether another terrible mishap was about to befall me. I was woken by a loud noise and a stifled cry, followed by a thud. I blinked to focus my eyes in the semi-darkness and couldn't see anything happening in the large holding cell. The floor was covered with mattresses, but they were all vacant and there was no movement to be seen.

When I heard another sound behind me, I rolled onto my back. "Oh, my god!" I exclaimed. A tall shadowy figure dressed from head to toe in black clothing, stood at the side of my mattress and was pointed a black hand pistol at my face.

"If you make another noise, girl, and I'll blow your head off," the man snarled.

He reached to the side of the door and switched the light on. I sagged back onto the bed and put my hands up in front of my face. The previous 24 hours had almost reduced me to a gibbering wreck, so being confronted with a huge paramilitary figure, almost tipped me over the edge.

"P... please don't shoot..." I said in a meek whisper.

He studied my white body, in particular my large tits and huge strawberry-like nipples. "What's your name?"

"Katy... Katy Walker..." It suddenly occurred to me that the man might have come to rescue me. "I... I was kidnapped. Are you looking for me?"

"Yes." He looked around at the mess that surrounded me. "Girl, either you smell or this place stinks. Have you got any clean clothes to wear?"

When I got back to the cell, I took my singlet off, pulled the cover over me and slept in just my panties. I was slowly recovering from the shock of seeing the dark figure threatening me. After my nightmare journey through Central Africa and being bought and sold several times, it looked like someone had finally come to rescue me.

The clothes I had been given were scattered at the end of my bed. I grabbed a clean camouflaged tank top and pulled it on. "Can I change my panties?"

His eyes lit up. "Go on."

I stood up and had just pushed the grubby garment down to my ankles when a second figure appeared in the doorway, into the light. My heart missed a beat because it was nonother than my old Master, Keith Douglas. Dressed in black pants and brown shirt, he stood holding a rifle across his chest.

"It's my lucky day! Fancy finding you here, Katy." He turned to the man in black. What the fuck is going on here?"

"The thrall wants to change her panties, Sir."

My muscles were frozen from seeing Keith with a machine gun in his hands, but when I saw that certain expression he pulled when he was unhappy with me, I snapped into action. After kicking away the dirty ones, I grabbed a fresh pair of panties. The men watched me struggling to change my panties while wearing sneakers. Eventually, I stood quivering in my clean clothes, waiting for his command.

"Katy, go with this man and don't make a noise, understand?" he was firm and decisive.

My face must have looked like I had seen a ghost. "I... um, where are... are you taking me...?"

"Katy, stop asking stupid questions and go with this man. Time is of the essence. We must take of in ten minutes."

My head was in a whirl. If I was being taken to his plane, I was probably going to be flown to his private estate. If that was the case, he would once again transform me into a Puppy-girl and I'd have to live in a kennel. During my first spell in a Puppy suit, Keith turned me into a milking bitch so I could feed his Puppy-boys and provide them with as much sex and milk as they wanted.

A wave of repulsion washed over me causing me to step back onto another mattress. "No, I don't want to leave here. My new master..."

"Grab her and use whatever force you have to. Just get her on the plane." snarled Keith. "We haven't got much time. Wendy and I are going to sort the other's out."

With Keith leaving, I was faced with one huge figure dressed from head to toe in black clothes. All I could see of the man was his huge brown eyes staring at me through the slot in his silk balaclava.

He put his gun in the holster on his hip. "Mr Douglas says I can beat your ass if you cause any trouble..." He stepped onto my mattress and looked as though he was about to leap on me. Twice my size, I didn't stand a chance. "Come here, girl."

I didn't want a beating and I doubted if I could escape though the one and only door in the holding cell. So, the small amount of courage I had summoned up to confront Keith, deserted me. I stood still and allowed him to grab my arm and lead me out of the cell into the hallway. Further down I spotted one of the soldiers sitting on the floor. He appeared to be gagged and bound head and foot.

We left the building by the back door and stepped out into the gloomy evening. The back service road was poorly lit and appeared deserted, so it probably would have been pointless calling out for help.

The burley figure stopped, turned and grabbed me by the neck. "You can walk, or I can carry you after I've knocked you unconscious. What's it to be?"

"I... I'll walk," I said hoarsely.

"Alright. Come on."

Holding my arm, he led me past the back of six huge buildings to almost the edge of the estate. When we reached the end, we were near a tall wire fence. We followed the service road between the fence and the building and came out near the runway security checkpoint. The company also used the building as a control tower for the runway. The barrier was up and the runway lights were on.

When we left the cover of the building, we didn't walk to the security point, we headed for the line of planes on the far side of the parking lot. The control tower was deserted, but when I looked to my right, I saw a line of figures sitting on the ground with their hands tied behind their backs. Most were soldiers, which meant that Keith had taken control of the estate and no one was going to suddenly appear and rescue me.

My shoulders slumped and a dark fog came over my thoughts. For some reason I thought that I would be safer with Henry Adebayo. After all, he was a billionaire and life may well have been bearable living on his estate. Life living on Keith's estate, meant only one thing and he surely wouldn't give me another chance to escape.

We approached a gleaming white twin engine plane, sitting beside Henry's equally impressive aircraft. I was led down the side to a short set of steps that were part of the door that hinged down. As we approached them, another mercenary appeared in the doorway and descended the stairs. He studied me. "That's two. One more and we'll be on our way."

"Easiest job I've ever been on..." The young man holding my arm replied, then pushed me forward to the bottom step.

The moment I stepped up, a hand cupped my peach and pushed, hurrying me along. By the time I had reached the top, the man had worked his fingers into my thigh tunnel so he could rub them along the gusset of my thin panties.

"Oh!" I exclaimed when he gave me a final push forward into the narrow lobby.

"Stop there, girl!" he commanded.

We entered near the back of the plane. I noticed, as I stood up in the small lobby area, that the passenger cockpit, on my left, was empty. On my right was a blank wall. The passenger cabin was very similar in size to Henry's plane, but not as luxurious or new. I got the feeling that the plane had seen its best days, for the plastic trim was missing in some places.

As soon as the thug was towering over me, he pulled me back, then reached up and pulled on a piece of the trim near the ceiling. I was surprised when one of the plastic coated panels swung outward.

He pushed the door so I could see inside the compartment. "Get in there," he growled.

The opening was quite wide but there was no natural light. A single light shone at the end of the mini, secret cabin. The walls curved inward and had four folding seats attached to them. One was occupied by a girl from the 'Girl squad'. It was Ester and she looked poorly. The poor girl was naked bar her short singlet and a pair of black sneakers. When she lifted her head, I saw that she was quite distressed. She looked how I felt!

A hand in my back pushed me into the small compartment. "Get in there and take your panties off."

Terrified of reprisals if I didn't do as I was told, I whisked them down and stepped out of them. It was then that I spotted a female bed pan pushed into the corner. A pair of panties were lying beside it.

"Sit down."

I moved toward the small seat opposite Ester and was followed in by the mercenary. After I flapped the seat down and sat on it, he hunkered down and grabbed a cuff hanging on a chain attached to the frame of the plane. There were two cuffs for each of the four seats which suggested they transported thralls in the tiny compartment on a regular basis.

The thug snapped the cuff on my right upper arm, then did the same with my left. I noticed that Ester had been restrained in the same way.

The mercenary backed off and stood in the doorway. "Any noise and you'll both be gagged, got that?"

"Sir, I'm very thirsty. Mr. Douglas would expect you to give me some water to help with my milk."

The man stared at me in surprise. His eyes dropped to my tits which were forcing against the thin camouflaged fabric. "I wondered if you were a milking bitch. That sly old bastard. Lift your top."

The chains didn't hamper my movement while I sat on the seat, so I lifted the top and showed him my tits. When he reached forward and gave my left tit a squeeze. a drop of milk formed on the end of my nipple. Supporting himself on the side of the plane the man leant down and after closing his lips on my chunky nipple began to suck.

"Sir, Master Keith isn't going to be happy if one of my tits is dry."

He withdrew and licked his lips. "Alright, I'll get you a bottle..."

"Can I have a bottle as well, please?" Ester asked.

"You can share one."

"The chloroform is making me feel sick. It could get messy in here."

"Fuck!" he exclaimed. "You little cunts can't wait to bitch, can you?"

"Your boss won't be happy, Sir, if I throw up."

The lad glared at her, then turned and left the compartment. I was going to say something, but Ester put her finger up to her lips. I fell silent so as not to antagonize the guard. He returned with two bottles and handed them to us, then closed the door. The light went out and we were plunged into pitch darkness. There wasn't a single glimmer of light anywhere.

The sad fact was that since being snatched from the waterfall in North Cameroon, I had been constantly in the hands of slave traders. If I counted the brief period with Henry, then I had passed through the hands of five slave owners. And so, I was back with Keith, who was probably the worse one of the lot...