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TRC's 3rd Annual
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October 12th - November 1st
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PROLOGUE
Many years into the future . . . .
Earth - The States
Six weeks earlier . . . .
“You always have such a wonderfully tight ass, my Hannah.”
Hannah inhaled sharply as the hard tip of Simon’s lubricated shaft stretched her ass muscles.
“Just like your mother. God bless her soul. Smooth as satin. The sweetest, tightest ass.” He heaved his hips against her, and his rod sunk deeper.
Warmth draped against her back as his hot hands reached around her to tenderly clasp on the nipple clamps he insisted she wear on the nights he bedded her.
The clamps pinched a little, but when he switched on the vibrator, her nipples responded erotically and tightened into hard aching beads of need.
With his cock buried inside her, he slowly bent her upper body forward over the padded bar stool, allowing her breasts to dangle hungrily for his touch.
“I’ve got a surprise for you, my darling Hannah,” he whispered, “Tonight will be our last night together.”
She couldn’t help but breathe a little sigh of relief. She was getting bored wearing vibrating nipple clamps, walking around with butt plugs and putting up with his anal fetish.
Her joy however was short lived.
“In a couple of months you’ll be twenty-one years old. I know you were eligible for the Breeding Slave status when you reached twenty, and I admit I’ve been selfish by keeping you all to myself, but something special happened today. A very influential and rich young couple engaged to be married dropped by the Plantation. They were looking for the parents for their first child. They saw you, Hannah, and they made me an offer I could not refuse.”
Hannah tried hard not to tense up at his words, but he must have noticed her reaction because his next words were calm and somewhat soothing.
“Shhh, darling. I know this is unexpected. I know you have the right to keep your first born, and you will. The couple is willing to wait for your second child. So, it’s best we get started right away so that you’ll be ready to go at it again right after your first-born is here. That’s why I’ve decided that tomorrow will be the first day of your Breeding Ceremony.”
“How wonderful!” She forced her voice to remain lively and upbeat the way her mother had taught her.
Inside though, her guts churned anxiously at the thought of being secured like a trapped farm cow in the Breeding barn for weeks on end, if not for months. Her body bent at the waist over a cushioned bar, much as she was now, her cunt and anus exposed so the men could line up to fuck her whenever they wanted until she got pregnant.
“I’ve picked out the Ceremonial gown. Of course it’s the traditional red coloring, but it’s made of the finest, softest see through silk. And since this will be your first child and there is no preference for who the father should be, I’ve decided that all my sons will have equal opportunity to bed you. They were all very pleased to hear the news, especially Jacob.”
At the mention of Jacob Romero, Hannah’s heart picked up speed.
“I sent him a message letting him know about your Ceremony.”
“He’s coming home?”
“He’s coming home.”
Hannah inhaled softly.
Sweet God! For years she’d longed to see the eldest Romero brother again. To look upon his handsome face. To finally have his powerful muscles beneath her fingertips as she clenched his broad back. To feel his hard thighs cradle her hips as he plunged into her. But most of all she ached to find out if the rumors about his lovemaking were true.
The thought of seeing him again after four long years made her insides ignite with a want so compelling she almost cried out at it’s intensity.
“I look forward to seeing him,” she whispered, trying hard not to let Simon see how excited she was getting at the thought of Jacob coming home.
“You’re such a sweet young woman. Just like your mother was.”
The urge to tell him she was not as stupid as her mother was so great she almost said it out loud, but his hard cock was sliding back out of her ass, and she forced herself to relax.
Past experience had taught her that Simon loved to fuck hard and fast. If she kept herself relaxed and he finished quickly, it would leave her plenty of time to put her plan into motion.
“I’m sure my boys will go easy on you.”
“The more the merrier.” She tried to forget the fact it was expected she be shared with all the brothers including Jacob. But from the first time she’d met the eldest Romero brother she’d known instinctively he was the only man for her.
“I know six men is a handful for your first Ceremony, but from the stories I’ve heard, your mother took five brothers in her first Ceremonial until she was pregnant with you. Every day she was begging them to sink their dicks into her juicy cunt, just like you’ll be begging for my boys.”
She inhaled sharply as his hot fingers spread her labia lips in order to stroke her clit.
“You and the Romero brothers will produce such a beautiful child, I have no doubt. Your midnight black hair and my boy’s sharp blue eyes will make a fantastic combination. And, of course, as tradition dictates, your first-born will be yours to keep until he or she is sixteen. I only hope she will be a girl as sweet and as tight as you.”
For the first time in a long time, Hannah found herself smiling.
But it was a bittersweet smile.
She would never allow Simon to have any of her children. And she would never have the opportunity of finding out if those rumors about Jacob were true.
Because tonight she was leaving. Tonight she was running.
Chapter One
Six weeks later . . . .
Her cunt was tight. Damn tight. And damned hot as Jacob Romero slid in and out of her in an achingly sensual rhythm. Beneath him, Hannah moaned erotically, her body shuddered wildly as she enjoyed what he was doing to her.
He knew she’d be like this. Knew she’d be the one woman for him.
He thrust harder into her. Deeper. Her cries of passion rang like music in his ears.
The pressure inside his penis mounted. He was going to come soon. The moist heat of her cunt muscles spasmed around his thick flesh, welcoming him in, sending shards of lightning zipping up his shaft straight into his belly.
Oh yes! He was going to come.
Clenching his jaws together, his body shuddered, and he released his hot load deep into her very core….
The screeching sound of a seagull’s cry ripped Jacob Romero from his erotic fantasy.
He blinked wildly at the softness of the ocean wind caressing his face. Listened to the waves as they roared onto the sand rippled beach. For a moment he was lost in this natural beauty. The reason for being here totally forgotten.
He shielded his eyes from the blazing sun as it dipped quickly to the horizon, casting a golden hue over the sexy black haired woman.
Hannah Roberts.
Breeder Slave.
Runner.
She stood on the beach. Not more than twenty feet away from him.
It was a crime she looked so good in clothes. A bigger crime that he’d been the one sent to kill her.
Jacob gritted his teeth in sudden anger. He’d never thought about not doing what he’d been trained to do. But now as he looked at his sweet innocent Hannah, he couldn’t stop the aching weariness sweeping over him. A weariness that made him realize he was sick and tired of killing people.
He wanted out of this nightmare job.
Unfortunately, there was no way out. He was the eldest son, and it was proclaimed the eldest member of any free family would dedicate their lives to being a Hitman or Hitgal. He hadn’t been given a choice. Hadn’t been able to follow his own yearnings in life.
And one of those yearnings had been taking Hannah for his very own.
His gaze drew back to her. To her long black hair flying in the salty breeze.
Her tank top hugged generous breasts. White shorts revealed wide hips and long legs. Ocean waves lapped at her sexy bare feet.
He wondered what her toes would taste like. Marveled at how smooth those legs would feel against his lips as he planted tiny kisses along her flesh until he’d finally nestle between her legs to suckle her sweet clit.
Her laughter broke into his thoughts.
She watched a white seagull soar over her head. Her laughter was unbelievably beautiful. More beautiful than he remembered. It crashed into his ears and cracked the iciness lining his heart.
For a split second he almost turned around. Almost left her there. Almost let her go.
But he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t let her get away.
Slowly he lifted the rifle.
Inhaling a deep shuddering breath, he pressed the butt of the weapon hard against the crook of his shoulder. He took a bead on Hannah, and his trembling finger tightened on the trigger….
* * * *
Hannah Roberts couldn’t stop laughing. She was absolutely delirious with happiness. Within the hour she’d be picked up by a boat and whisked away north of the border. To the Free States.
Sweet heavens, the impatience of waiting was driving her crazy.
Hugging the cell phone to her breasts, she remembered the whispery voice of the man who’d called last night and told her to come to the beach. He’d sounded kind and gentle and extremely mysterious. Nonetheless, at this point in time she was desperate. She was almost out of food and quite anxious to get a new start in life.
She couldn’t wait to inhale freedom’s fresh air. Couldn’t wait to start living on her own terms.
Nobody would ever tell her what to do again. No man would be allowed to screw her any time he wished. And most of all, the fear of having to go through her first Breeding Ceremony would finally fade away.
Another fierce gust whipped against her body making her stumble backward. Making her smile into the hot sunshine as the warm sand grains sifted through her naked toes.
Six weeks ago she would never have thought she’d be standing here. Standing on an ocean beach in Northern Oregon waiting to rendezvous with the Underground Railroad who smuggled runaway Breeder Slaves to the Free States.
Six weeks ago her owner, Simon, was doing whatever he wanted to do to her. His lecherous hands fondling her aroused cunt as he pushed himself into her tight ass.
Thank God those days were gone.
She’d escaped. Taken the bundle of food she’d stashed in the attic of his home and stolen the abandoned relic of a car from one of her master’s many secluded barns. Thanks to her job as a tractor driver in the Plantation fields she knew how to drive. It had made the escape much easier.
Over the years, she’d listened to the other Breeder Slaves as they’d whispered about the Underground Railway. Listened to where she should go when the time was right to leave. In her mind she’d mapped out an escape route, and it had led her here.
The rusty windmill on the hill with the sharp blue ocean backdrop had made her heart quicken with relief. Nestled in the tree-enshrouded grove she’d spied the deserted stone mansion with the faded aqua colored shutters and the lone octagonal window in the attic.
The area had looked exactly as The Breeder Slaves had said. And they’d also insisted if a runner stayed in the mansion long enough someone would come for them and whisk them off to freedom.
Hannah had stayed there almost two weeks.
Doubt had plagued her during the stay. Perhaps it had just been rumors? Perhaps no one would come for her?
But yesterday, she’d been out exploring along the beach, and when she’d come back she’d found the cell phone on the back veranda in plain sight. And beneath the phone a white note had fluttered in the breeze.
Don’t be afraid. It had said. I will call tonight.
And the cell phone had rang, the mysterious voice giving her instructions to meet on the beach.
Now she was here. Standing at the arranged rendezvous point waiting to be taken away to freedom.
“Hannah.” The sound of his familiar voice ripped through her like a sharp knife. For a minute, Hannah could do nothing but stand frozen as her brain tried to decipher the fact that she’d been caught.
Caught by Jacob. The only man she’d ever wanted.
Jacob. A Hitman who was here to bring her back to his father’s Breeder Plantation.
Her newfound peace crashed in around her.
“Sweet mercy! No!” she heard herself whisper.
“Do as I say, and everything will be fine,” he said.
Her heart crashed against her chest. She clamped down on the hysteria threatening to engulf her.
“Turn around. Nice and slow,” he instructed.
Hannah didn’t know if she could do it. Dizziness swirled, making her unsteady. The cell phone dropped from her hand.
She didn’t know how, but she managed to turn around and came face to face with Jacob.
Her breath seized up in her lungs at the sight of him. Oh God! She’d missed him so much it hurt just to look at him.
He was taller than she remembered. Wider in the shoulders. His shoulder length hair was stringy and dirty brown. Dark stubble etched his chin, his upper lips, the sides of his full mouth.
The familiar sparkle he’d always toted for her when he’d looked at her in the past was gone, replaced by the deadest darkest blue eyes she’d ever seen.
And he pointed a gun directly at her heart.
Her hold on sanity began to slip.
Sweet heavens! Was he going to kill her?
Trembling panic slammed into her legs, her arms, and her body.
“Please don’t make this difficult,” Jacob said.
“I’m not going back! You’ll just have to shoot me!”
She took a step backward. Warm ocean water swirled around her ankles.
His frown deepened.
Suddenly he reached out and grabbed her arm, jerking her against his muscular length.
“Why did you run, Hannah?”
A tortured look of betrayal flooded his eyes as he glared at her. Instinctively she knew the sweet, gentle Jacob from her teenage years was gone, replaced by a cold, angry man.
A man she could no longer trust.
The thought frightened her, made her panic. With a sudden burst of energy, Hannah slammed the palm of her hand under and up against his chin.
The defensive maneuver worked.
He groaned in surprise, and his tight grasp loosened enough to allow her to wrench free.
In a split second, she was running down the beach. There was no way she was going back to Simon and the Breeder life. No way she would allow men to fuck her until she was pregnant.
From behind her, Jacob yelled at her to stop.
In defiance, her legs moved faster. The thought of him shooting her in the back urged her inland. Forced her to falter over the sharp rocks and to skirt the sand dunes as she headed toward the deserted beach highway. Maybe she’d get lucky and someone would come along. Maybe she could flag someone down before her Hitman flashed his badge.
Unfortunately, the terrain only got rougher, the rocks turned into boulders that were hidden by tall clumps of dry yellow grass.
She stubbed her toe. Pain lanced up her foot into her leg. She bit back a cry, pushed aside the agony, and kept her feet pounding the hard ground.
Her lungs began to burn, her leg muscles cramped, but the pain was nothing compared to the horrors waiting for her when he took her back. Back to a life without freedom.
That thought made her run even faster, if that were possible.
Now she was running at a dangerous pace. Anything could happen. She could hit another boulder, stick her foot into a hole, break a leg . . . .
She could hear his heavy breathing behind her. Could hear the way his shoes pounded the hard, dry earth.
God! He was gaining on her. She could almost feel his hot breath on the back of her neck. Could feel his body heat slam into her flesh.
Sensing he was about to tackle her, she turned abruptly and headed east back toward the beach. She would dive into the ocean. Swim to freedom if she had to.
Behind her, he cursed.
She began to pray like she’d never prayed before. Prayed he would give up. Prayed he would simply let her go.
Her prayers went unanswered.
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