Elaine awoke to the call of a raven. She had always heard the saying "up with the ravens" but had never really considered it in a literal sense until now. It seemed early, the morning was chilly and the sun not yet up over the mountains to the east. She stretched a bit then curled up into a tight ball under the blanket. She was not ready to get up yet.
It took her a minute to realize that Roy was not with her. She was so used to sleeping alone that she thought nothing of waking up by herself. Oh yeah, that's right, she was a slave now. The sharp pain from her abused rectum should have reminded her of that. She peeked out from under the blanket and saw Roy, her owner, her Master, building the fire back up. He was wearing jeans, boots and a t-shirt. She thought that the jeans showed off his tight twenty-two year old ass nicely. There were certainly worse men to have as an owner.
She pulled the blanket back over her head. He would get her when he was ready, she was sure of that and might as well enjoy as much of her rest as she could. The ground was hard and lumpy so it was not all that comfortable, but she was warm.
Elaine was thirty years old, 5'2" tall and her Irish heritage showed through in her build. She had small, sensitive, firm breasts; long legs, narrow hips and a beautiful ass. She had big, beautiful blue eyes that seemed to draw in even the most casual glance. Her eyes also seemed to display her naturally shy disposition, in them one could see her ready to run like a frightened deer. Her hair was straight and dark blonde and fell to the middle of her back. All in all, Elaine was a very beautiful woman and her shy, quiet nature seemed to draw men (and at least one woman) in to try to solve her mystery.
Roy had certainly solved it. Two days ago, a Friday, Elaine had left her lonely apartment in Prescott, Arizona to meet Amanda in the middle of nowhere, Nevada. Amanda had once been Elaine's roommate and also her lover, the first person to really draw Elaine out of her shell and the first person to bring Elaine to orgasm. Amanda was not in the little ghost town where Elaine got off the bus. Three gross looking men were threatening to gang rape her when Roy rode up on his motorcycle, seemingly to her rescue.
Instead of rescuing her, Roy had ridden off with her then tied her to a picnic table and raped her. Elaine had not fought and had actually orgasmed. Roy had taken her deeper into the vast emptiness of the basin and range country and continued to rape her, eventually tying her to a bed and violating her virgin ass. Each time he took her, Elaine fell deeper into his power. She craved what he was doing to her, and yesterday she had signed papers (of dubious legality but definite enforceability) that made her the slave of her rapist.
Now she had an owner who could do anything he wanted to her at anytime and she had to obey. Roy had kidnapped her, raped her repeatedly but she had been the one to sign the contract making her his property. She had been fucked like she had never been fucked before and she wanted more. But not right now. Right now she wanted a little more sleep.
When she woke up again it was bright, very bright. The sun was over the mountains and shining on their little camp.
Roy handed her a cup of coffee.
"Get up," he told her tersely, "we need to get moving."
There was something in his tone and mood that made Elaine nervous. There was something that had him, well, she would not say scared, but she would say on edge. His eyes darted around the landscape, tracing the road leading down to the highway. She followed his gaze and when it stopped at a spot where the road disappeared into a wash she stopped, too. A faint haze of dust led down into the wash from the other direction and stopped there. The windless morning had not carried away the sign that someone was down there.
Elaine drank the coffee as fast as she could. She had hoped for at least a quickie this morning from her master, but he had other things on his mind. He went through her bag and found a pair of shorts and long sleeve shirt, of course there was no underwear for her. At least that seemed normal, or about as normal as her life was right now.
He took off her collar and handed her the clothes.
"Get dressed and sunscreen up."
He finished putting the camp away and took the jacket Elaine had worn the past two days. He looked distastefully at the dried semen on it, but put it on anyway. He went into the cargo box and pulled out a pistol. Elaine stopped rubbing sunscreen on her face when she heard the metallic noise of the gun chambering a round.
Roy looked at her briefly, but didn't say anything. Elaine wanted to ask what was going on, but not only did she not think that it was her place, she was also afraid. She could feel the violence in the air, the edge of something lethal, and did not want to push it. It did not seem to be directed at her, which comforted her some.
She thought about asking Roy to fuck her or use her somehow, to at least relieve the tension, but could tell he did not want to. Instead she finished her coffee, slid on her sandals and put the cup and sunscreen in the cargo box.
Roy gave the camp one last look then motioned for Elaine to get on the motorcycle. He did not cuff her this time and when he put the helmet on her he left the visor up, she could see this time. He mounted up and started it up. To Elaine's surprise he headed back the way they came, back into the mountains.
Now Elaine could see the road and it scared her. She clung tightly to Roy as he negotiated his way up the narrow road. When they got to a corner looking back on the valley Roy stopped. He looked back and saw a cloud of dust on the road they would have taken to the highway. It was past the wash and heading towards them. Elaine saw it, too. Her eyes had always been good, "functional as well as pretty," as Amanda used to say, and she saw the cloud was being kicked up by an old pickup truck. It was hard to say for sure, but it looked like the one the cowboys from yesterday drove. Elaine shuddered thinking about how the two sweaty cowboys had, with Roy's permission, raped her mouth yesterday. Now they were coming after her.
"I'm a little surprised they didn't try to get you during the night," Roy said over his shoulder. "They were probably too drunk. Now they are going to be hungover, mean and stupid." He reached back and rubbed Elaine's perfect thigh. "Don't worry, I'm not going to let them have you. You belong to me."
Elaine squeezed Roy and relaxed a little.
"They are on the only way out of here, unless we want to go back over the mountains. All the other roads are dead ends. I don't want to spend a day going back and we're out of food. So we'll wait for them somewhere up in here." Roy looked around, "I just need to find the right spot."
Roy moved on again, slowly over some of the sketchier parts. Elaine was not sure how the cowboys could bring a truck up here, but Roy seemed to think they could. Finally he stopped.
