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Chapter 1
Moonlight In The Barn
By Aquillae

Copyright 10/30/1999, 
Text Revised on: 2/9/2000, 6/7/2000, 9/19/2000, 4/20/2001, 5/8/2001


Please do not repost this story to any web site, pay or free, without first
asking me.

All comments, suggestions, and or reviews of this story should be directed
to my email address, which is one I use, and I will answer all emails, to 
Aquillae@excite.com

And now the story starts...



Tiered and sore from his long day of grueling labor in the fields, Ja'Har
dropped like a heavy wet sack on to his simple bed.  Even without the usual
stifling heat in the crowded barracks he was too exhausted to remove his
grungy, sweaty clothes that were now nearly as black with dirt as his rich
ebony skin.  Supper could wait.  Moseph would keep something stashed away
for him.  All he desired right now was a long night of sleep.

He rested his head back against the thin pillow and before he could erase
from his mind the harsh labors of the day, he was fast asleep.

Slowly his mind began to drift back to a time before the disgrace of poverty
and sale into slavery had darkened his happiness and striped him of his
future, to a happier time of home, family, and friends, when luxury and
privilege were a birthright for one of his station.

Into these dreams of happier days broke the harsh realities of a pale
moonlit night held in slavery.

Dazed and still groggy from sleep, Ja'Har slowly realized he was no longer
lying in his bed, but standing up, and naked.  Also, he was no longer in the
barracks.  Turning to see where he was, Ja'Har felt the pull of his arms
above his head.  Glancing up, he saw the heavy iron chains that bound his
wrists.  Ja'Har feared the worst.  Quickly he started pulling at the chains.

"Don't do that."

Ja'Har ceased his struggles when he heard the voice.

It was not obedience that made him cease his efforts to escape.  It was,
rather, the tone of the person who spoke to him.  It was a female voice.  A
young female's voice.

He glanced down to see a young girl no more than fourteen perhaps standing
in front of him.  She was a petite little brunet wrapped in a long gray
woolen robe.

"You'll hurt your arms if you keep doing that," gently she spoke, as if to a
child.

Ja'Har gave a defiant pull on the chains in reply to her condescending tone.

Raquel smiled at his defiant gesture, her hazel eyes betraying the
mischievous young girl thoughts racing through her mind.  

Slowly she stepped closer to him.  She reached out her hand and caressed the
thick muscles of his right shoulder.  A shudder rushed through her body,
tingling her inner most private reaches, as she felt first hand the pure
manly strength of this powerful man.

Ja'Har watched as the fine trim fingers of the young girl leisurely played
over his flesh.

"Do you like this?" she asked, brushing her hand across his chest, her nails
lightly grazing his skin.

He didn't answer her.

Her hand started to descend down his midsection.  At his naval, she
hesitated.

Ja'Har, angered by his body's quick reaction to the girl's touch, shut his
eyes and gripped the chains with his hands in an effort to focus his mind on
the reality that he was a slave now and that this was merely some form of
fun for the owner's spoiled child.

Raquel watched in wide-eyed fascination as his `sex tool', as the other
young girls would call it, slowly started to extend farther downward and
thicken.

With a wicked gleam in her eyes, Raquel reached out and grabbed the naughty
limb.

Ja'Har gripped the chains harder as he felt her hand try to wrap around the
shaft of his penis.  Slowly she started to stroke him.

Ja'Har swallowed hard.  He moaned softly.

"Do you like this?" sweetly she asked, her hand working the growing length
of his thickening shaft.

A sudden quiver of exquisite excitement rushed through his body.  Then
pleasure was gone, replaced by a sharp pain.

Ja'Har popped his eyes open and looked down at his crotch, from were the
pain was coming.  He saw that the tease of a young girl had his cock gripped
tightly at the base.  The veins in the shaft were bulging out, and the head
was expanding and slowly turning a darker shade of purple.

"Do you like this, better?" she asked, and Ja'Har saw the wicked
spitefulness in her eyes as she squeezed him harder.

He swung with his shoulders to try and knock her away from him, but the
heavy chains restricted his range and the young girl easily avoided him,
while still maintaining a grip on him.

Determined to be free of her painful and humiliating grip, Ja'Har brought
his left foot up and, placing the sole against her abdomen, pushed her away
from him with all his strength.

Raquel fell backwards to the straw covered floor with a loud cry of pain.

She stood up quickly.  Realizing that her robe was now open and revealing
her naked body, she quickly retied the belt of the robe about her, closing
the garment with an angry final tug on the belt. 

Ja'Har was pleased at the sight of her discomfort and for the release of his
flesh.

"You stupid fucking ox!" she shouted at him.

"Shhh," said Ja'Har, "we don't want to wake up the whole plantation now, do
we?"

She rushed at him with her fists raised.  "Don't you shush me, damn you."

Once more Ja'Har used his foot to kick the young girl back.

She charged him a second time.  Again Raquel was sent falling backwards to
the hard floor.  This time, however, she didn't get back up.  Neither did
she try to cover herself after her robe had opened.  She simply sat on the
floor crying.

"Ah, what's the matter, little girl?  Don't want to play anymore?"

She turned to face him.  "You stupid, ignorant slave.  I was going to help
you."

He laughed.  "How?  By tearing off my cock?  If that's the way you women
treat the men around here..."

"By freeing you," she said, wiping at her tears.

"Freeing me?  That's rich.  I may not have been born a slave little girl,
but I know the tricks used to con a slave.  And that one is older than both
of us."

"You don't believe me?"  Raquel reached into the pocket of the robe.

"No."

"Then why would I bring you this!" she exclaimed, pulling out from her
pocket the key to the chains.

Ja'Har starred at the key in disbelief.

"What game is this?" he asked, still unwilling to believe her.

"You mean you never played `this' game with your slaves?  It's called the
truth."

"What makes you think a slave like me ever had slaves?  Those are a rich
man's luxury."

"And you were never a rich man, Ja'Har Belfordet?" she said his name,
stressing each syllable, knowing it would throw him off his guard.

Ja'Har tried, but failed, to conceal the shock of hearing his real name
spoken.

"How do you..."

"How do I know your true name?" answered Raquel as she stood, her robe still
open revealing her body to him.  She smiled the sweet innocence of a young
girl.  "We're not all ignorant fools and backward buffoons, Senator
Belfordet."

She stepped closer to him.  "Why some of us simple folks from the outer rim
even know how to get a sample for a DNA scan."

"When...," Ja'Har started to ask, then quickly remembered the blood and tissue
testing that had been done on him by the plantation's doctor just after he
arrived.

"Oh, don't you worry yourself over the test results," she said, "daddy
doesn't know.  I'm the only one on the plantation the doctor told."

She smiled at his questioning expression.  "We're very good friends.  He
helps me," she placed her hand on his chest again, "and I help him."  Slowly
she lowered her hand to his crotch.  "Do you want to be my friend?"

"What do you want of me?" reluctantly he asked, as her fingers gently
caressed his cock.

She stroked him softly.  "All I want is for you to allow me the use of your
body."

"And then you'll unchain me?"

"I'll do even better."  She leaned in close to him and whispered, "I'll help
you escape from this world."

"How?" Ja'Har tried to keep his mind focused on the offer of freedom.

"I've arranged for you to leave the planet on a freighter tonight."

"What about your father's guards at the gate?"

"Someone sent them a special gift of wine tonight," she said, continuing to
stroke the growing length of his thickening penis, "by now they should be
snoring peacefully in the guard house."

Ja'Har swallowed hard.

Raquel slowed her strokes.  She wanted him aroused, not spent. 

His mind tried to convince him that he was being played for the fool, buy it
had been far too long since he had felt the soft touch of a woman, any
woman, and this young girl was slowly driving his body crazy with lust.

She looked up at him.  "So, are you willing to play along with me?" she
asked, her voice pure girlish innocence.

Ja'Har nodded, as his body won the struggle with his mind.

Raquel smiled.  "That's a good boy," she patted him lightly on the chest. 
She released his cock and stepped away from him.  Ja'Har watched as she
placed the key ring on a nail sticking out of one of the nearby posts.  She
walked back to him in a shy, playful manner, her hands toying with the belt
of her robe, which still gaped open.  She continued walking past him.

Ja'Har quickly looked from her to the key ring.  He turned back to see her
still walking away from him toward the far end of the barn.  "Wait," he
twisted his body to try and see her, "where are you going?"

She stopped and turned to face him.  "I'm going to get my beauty rest.  Us
young girls do need quite a lot to stay beautiful."

"But what about my freedom?"

"Oh, that," she waved a hand, passing the question off as unimportant,
"don't you fret.  My big sister will be here any minute now."

"Your sister?"  Ja'Har was puzzled.

"Sure."  She walked back to him.  "What?  You thought `I' wanted to have sex
with you?"  She covered her mouth as she giggled.

"My sister's the one who's had the hots for you ever since you arrived.  Not
me."  She took hold of his cock by the base and quickly gave it a stroke up
and down its full length.  "But I guess I can understand what she sees in
you."

In a teasingly seductive display, Raquel slowly licked her lips.  She then
bent down, and quite easily pushed the entire head of his swollen cock into
her mouth.  With expert skill, her tongue quickly made several circles
around the large head.  Then with a wet pop, she pulled the glistening head
out of her mouth.

"Mmm," she mused as she stood, "I can definitely understand what she sees in
you."

Raquel gave his shaft one last stroke, and then released it to hang in the
air, jutting out from his body like a pole.

"Your ride to the space port is scheduled to be here just after midnight,"
she remarked, tip-toeing the fingers on her left hand up his broad chest,
"that gives you just over one hour to play with my sister."  Slowly she let
her fingertips trace the line of his left pectoral muscle, the nails lightly
scratching his skin.  "And you will try your best to please her, won't you?"
her index finger traced up and around the nipple, causing the flesh to
tighten, "it would be so very ungentlemanly of you to leave her
unsatisfied."   

Satisfied that the scene was now prepared for her sister, Raquel walked
toward the back of the barn.  

Ja'Har stood in the cold dimly lit barn chained to the main beam, and
waited.



***



Bernadette walked slowly into the dim cold barn.  After a few bare footed
steps on the coarse straw she stopped and hesitated for a few moments.  But
nestled within those brief silent moments her heart beat feverishly,
thrusting her blood through her in a pounding pulsating rhythm.  The
quickness of her pulse echoed the quick light breathes she stole from the
crisp air around her. 

The chill shock of the night air bit at her lungs and kept her mind focused
on her present situation and the extreme danger she was recklessly placing
her young life in.  But not even the cool air could chill the fantasy that
was racing through her mind.  

During the long hot summer days, she would sneak away from the main house
and watch him work in the fields.  His proud, defiant manner excited her,
and added fuel to the flames of her fantasies.  During the lonely cool
nights she attempted to release her pent-up desires.  Lying naked under the
covers she played out in her mind the story of her fantasy as her fingers
played across her young excited body.  Tall, well muscled, dark-skinned, and
handsome, he always played the part of the rogue pirate in her fantasy.  He
would be rough and forceful with her.  But not in a mean or hurtful way. 
Not her rogue pirate.  He would use his skills and passion to bring out the
woman in her.  And he would satisfy her completely.  Then, after they had
spent the long cool night asleep in each other's embrace, he would take her
away with him, and together they would seek adventure among the eternal
stars.          

Bernadette was determined to go to any lengths now to bring those sweet
dreams of fantasy to life.

She continued slowly across the straw covered floor.

Her nightgown of pale blue was a mere wisp of a veil.  Now damp from the
evening mists it clung to her, revealing the soft full curves of her young
sensuous body.  Already fully erect from her arousal, her nipples tensed
tighter as they strained against the thin fabric.  Her long flowing hair,
the dark red of an autumn sun set, flared out behind her in the cool breeze;
the ends dancing below her hips.  As smooth and white as fine porcelain her
skin tingled with goose bumps.  Like a frozen knife the air cut through her
thin gown and rushed up against her inner thighs, stealing her warmth and
replacing it with a cold kiss.    

She continued slowly across the straw covered floor.

There was a clank of iron.  

Bernadette stopped and caught her breath.

Since sneaking out of her bedroom she had been in a state of excitement. 
The mesmerizing excitement of her young girlish innocence was broken by the
sharp clang of iron chains.  Slowly she lifted her gaze.  And there, less
than two feet in front of her stood Ja'Har, naked, and chained to the main
beam.

The moonlight, sending it's dim pale, soft, white rays into the barn from
the upper loft windows, cut across his tall, well-muscled dark-skinned body.
The years of hard labor in the fields had sculptured his body, making it
lean and powerful.  Above his head his wrists were chained, the heavy old
iron links going up and around the main beam.  Thick and long his penis
thrust outward at her in an obvious display of wanton lust, stirred, she
hoped, by the vision of her beautiful young body, wrapped in the thin,
translucent fabric of her nightgown.

Bernadette stood silent and gazed at his powerful, naked body.  Carefully
she took two small steps toward Ja'Har.  Although she was still over a foot
away from him, the head of his cock was now only an inch or two from her
belly. 

Her heart began to beat faster.  She swallowed hard.  Her ears rang with the
pulsating beat of her blood.  Lightly she bit her lower lip as she tried to
steal her nerves.  After hesitating slightly she moved her right hand
forward toward the thick shaft.  Ja'Har glanced down to watch her hand's
movements.  She moved her hand underneath it.  She swallowed hard again. 
Then, with her dark green eyes fixed on his great length, she placed her
thin white fingers against the dark black flesh of his manhood.  The width
of him kept her from wrapping her fingers completely around him.  The heat
and hardness of him took her by surprise.  She squeezed him lightly but
firmly causing Ja'Har to moan and roll his head back.  The deep purple head
swelled larger; a clear liquid emerged from the head.  The liquid increased.
A small droplet fell to the floor.

Gently she placed her left hand out and glided her delicate fingers over his
broad chest.  She could feel the thundering beat of his heart.  His
breathing was heavy.  She listened for a moment, and then realized for the
first time how heavily she herself was breathing.  The thought that she
aroused him was thrilling.  Thrilling in a naughty playful way which burned
her body with desire and fueled her mind with thoughts of lust for a strong
powerful man to take her in his arms and love her, to burn her deeply with
the searing heat of his lust, to touch her in the most intimate of places
and claim her body as his treasure.

Slowly Bernadette began to kneel in front of him, her fingertips tracing the
lines of his muscles down to his stomach.  Her fingernails lightly scratched
his skin as she worked her way down past his waist to his crotch.  Her left
hand moved down to gently caress one of his balls.

She settled herself into a kneeling position.  The thick large head of his
erect penis was now level to her lips.  With her fingertips she began to
stroke the large vein on the underside of the large shaft.  Just below the
head she moved her fingers in a small circle several times, then slowly
glided them up the full length.  Ja'Har's penis jerked up slightly as the
head swelled even larger.  Another droplet fell to the ground.  

Ja'Har glanced down.  The site and feel of those pale white delicate hands
squeezing and rubbing against his dark black flesh fueled his lust for the
young woman to nearly the breaking point.  Her mouth, with those soft ruby
lips so full and tender were only an agonizing few inches away.  He so
desperately wanted to reach down with his large hands and push the thick
swollen head into her mouth and feel the release of his burning lust.  But
he knew that was wrong.  That was not how this game was played.  This was
for her.  All for her.  He knew, however, if he was patient and controlled
his lust he would get what he wanted later, after she had finished with him.


But it was hard on Ja'Har.  Very hard.  She was taking too long with her
playing.

Bernadette opened her mouth slightly and leaned forward a little, bringing
her lips as close as possible to his head without touching it.  She
hesitated.  Ja'Har could feel her warm breath on his head, and it drove him
wild.  He clenched his jaw tightly and gripped the chains that held his arms
up over his head.  Her body was lit with a burning desire for him that had
slowly built over the past few weeks into a hunger.  It was a hunger that
cried now for the nourishment of his body.  Fueled by that hunger,
Bernadette pushed her body past the last hesitations she had for what she
was about to do with him.

Her tongue came out a little and moistened her lips.  Then, extending it out
a bit further, she slowly pressed the tip of her tongue against the slit of
his head.  Ja'Har released a slight moan of relief, and then tilted his head
back down to watch her.  Bernadette was surprised by the sweet taste of the
clear liquid.  She pulled her tongue back into her mouth to savor the taste.

Another droplet began to form at the slit as she stroked and squeezed his
long shaft.  This time she wanted more than a small tasting.  This time she
wanted all of him.  She wanted every drop of his seed that he could deliver.
Slowly her hands slid across his pelvis and back over his ass cheeks. 
Firmly they gripped his cheeks, her nails pinching hard into his flesh.

Ignoring the small droplet and its sweetness, she leaned forward until her
lips touched the tip of his head.  Her lips parted slightly as she gave the
head of his penis a kiss.  While she kissed, she lapped up and down trying
to gather as much as she could of the sweet liquid onto her tongue.

The time for kissing was over now.  Slowly Bernadette parted her lips a
little wider.  Then, with a slight lean forward, she sucked the head into
her mouth.  For a short time she savored the feel and taste of his flesh in
her mouth then slowly she began to suck on him.  

Images of her lust filled dreams rushed through her mind.  The wonderfully
powerful sensations of his warm flesh within her mouth were more intense in
real life than in any fantasy she had ever dreamed between the two of them. 
Hungry for the true taste of his seed, Bernadette was spurred on to quicken
her pace and to try and suck more and more of his great length into her
mouth.  

With quick thrusts Ja'Har began forcing his pelvis forward against her face,
his thick long shaft ramming in and out of her mouth faster and faster,
deeper and deeper. 

Bernadette was quickly losing control of the situation.

Back against her throat he forced the thick head again and again.  The
sensations of her wet mouth wrapped tightly around his swollen head and
shaft were intense.  Ja'Har began to moan louder and louder as his body
bucked wildly and his pelvis thrust harder and harder at her soft lips.

Her eyes began to tear.  Her throat became sore as she continuously gagged
against the swollen head.  

In an effort to try and slow his aggressiveness and regain some control over
him, Bernadette brought her teeth down against his flesh.  He felt the
pressure of her teeth lightly biting into him, but continued his thrusting
and bucking, her teeth acting as another stimulus for his engorged penis. 
Her fingers griped into the flesh of his cheeks trying to hold his pelvis
away from her face.  She continued to bite down.

Ja'Har stopped in mid thrust, his ass cheeks squeezed tight.  A cry of shock
more than pain escaped his lips as her bite past beyond the threshold of
pleasure recalling him from the glorious throws of luscious ecstasy. 
Looking down at his torturer he cursed in a deep harsh voice.

Bernadette released her bite and slowly pulled her head back away from him. 
His shaft, slick and moist from her saliva, emerged from her mouth.  The
thick purple head slipped out with a pop, trailing behind it a thin line of
saliva back to her lips.

She released her grip on his ass and slowly, very gently wrapped her fingers
around the lower portion of his shaft.  Glancing up she caught the pained,
angry look in his dark eyes, and it hurt her.  She turned her eyes back
downward and saw before her the stiff erect mass of his penis glaring back
at her, the skin about two inches below the base of the head still marked
with the impressions of her teeth.

She leaned forward and gently placed a kiss on the marks.

She kissed him again, and then looked back up into his eyes.  The sympathy
and love held within those pools of deep emerald expressed everything to
him.  She wanted to love him, not hurt him.  She wanted him to love her, not
hurt her.

Slowly she began to stroke the lower two-thirds of his 
shaft.  Then, without hesitation this time, Bernadette opened her lips and
sucked the head into her mouth.  When her lips passed the ridge of the head
she stopped.  She sucked on the head as her hands quickened the pace of
their stroking.  Soon she began alternating between sucking and flicking her
tongue all over the head while it was still in her mouth.

Ja'Har rolled his head back and from side to side.  The sensations of her
mouth sucking on his thick head were more intense then his quick thrusting
strokes before.

His body began to tense up.  His toes dug into the floor and began to curl. 
The muscles of his arms, shoulders, and chest bulged as he gripped the
chains with his massive hands and pulled on them.  The wooden beam the chain
was looped around began to groan under the strain.  Ja'Har pushed his hips
forward in a last convulsion, as his body was flooded with the gripping
sensations of his orgasm.

The thick length of his shaft pulsated and jerked as she continued her
stroking.  The head of his penis swelled within her mouth.  From the head's
slit a stream of seamen erupted.

Bernadette increased the speed of her stroking hands.  She continued to suck
on the bulging head as her mouth now filled with his seed.  The sensation of
his creamy seamen erupting into her mouth and mixing with her saliva fueled
her lust and sent her mind reeling with exquisite pleasure.

After his fifth eruption Bernadette was forced to let the head slip out of
her mouth.  Her hands continued their stroking, now furiously working up and
down the entire length of him.

She worked the warm mixture of seaman and saliva around in her mouth with
her tongue as she watched his seed continue to erupt from the slit and spray
across her nightgown.  Seven more times the massive head shot forth a thick
stream of seaman.  Her breasts were soon covered in the thick fluid; it's
warm wetness seeping through the thin fabric of her nightgown and warming
her skin.  As she swallowed she felt his seed coat her throat.

Now there was only a small amount that ran out from the slit and down the
shaft, covering her hands and his skin as she slowed her stokes.  Like a
kitten she used her tongue to lap up the sweet liquid from her fingers.

She savored the bittersweet taste of him for a few brief moments, and then
tilling her head back, allowed the creamy liquid to slide down her throat.

Slowly and very deliberately she leaned forward again and blew a soft cool
breath across the tip of his head.  The cool sensations of her breath helped
quench some of the fire that was burning through Ja'Har's overheated flesh. 
With only the tip of her tongue touching him, Bernadette slowly licked up
and down his great length cleaning off the seamen that had run down over his
flesh during his orgasm.

She wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft, lightly squeezed it, and
then moved her hand up the entire length.  The head swelled as she reached
the top.  A generous amount of thick creamy white seamen emerged from the
slit at the head.  Quickly Bernadette placed her mouth over his head again
and licked all of the creamy seamen onto her tongue before it had a chance
to run down the shaft.  She pulled her mouth away from the head of his penis
and looked up at him.  This time she didn't swallow his seed straight away. 
Instead, she kept the last pools of his seed in her mouth, her tongue
playing with the thick creamy liquid as she moved it around in her mouth.

Ja'Har's penis, though still extended and thick, was no longer stiff and
ridged.  It hung down now between his legs.  

Bernadette traced her tongue up the full length from the tip of his head to
his crouch several times.  As her right hand lightly gripped his shaft, she
buried her face in his crotch and used her tongue to tease his sensitive
flesh.  Slowly she worked her right hand up and down the length of his soft
shaft, as her left hand came up, cupped his balls, and very gently began to
massage them.

Ja'Har's senses were slowly returning to him after the heady rush of
ecstasy.  The lust he felt for her body was quickly replaced with anger at
the way he was being used.  He tried to fight his rebuilding arousal and
keep his composure, but her soft touch and wet tongue were too much for him.
Angry with his weakness in her hands he turned his eyes away from the sight
of her and focused on the chains that held his hands over his head.

In his mind he brought up the images of suffering and hardship he had
endured since his arrival on her father's plantation.  The humiliation of
being bought at an auction like some ox or draft horse was the hardest
memory for him to deal with.  The prodding.  The poking.  The examinations. 
All endured as he stood naked and on display for their amusement.  He
remembered the jokes of his manhood they told with great big smiles and
hearty laughs little realizing or believing that "the beast" could
understand their language.  The image of Bernadette's father came up before
his eyes.  An image of a round, puffy, sweaty face plopped atop a plump
round body that was stuffed into an ill-fitting business suit.  Ja'Har was
so focused on the images of his harsh treatment at the hands of her father
he didn't realize Bernadette had stopped stroking and licking him.

With his cock now semi-hard and once again fully erect, Bernadette's
thoughts turned from satisfying his pleasures to fulfilling her own needs.

Slowly she stood up.  And as she did, she deliberately pressed her young
body against his, causing the seamen on her nightgown to be rubbed onto his
flesh.  Slowly, she stepped back away from him and removed her nightgown.   


Finally Ja'Har realized she was no longer touching him.  Fearful he had let
his chance of freedom slip away he looked down to find where she had gone. 
His eyes fell upon her just as the nightgown slipped down the length of her
body and into a pile on the straw.  

His dark eyes traced back up the path her nightgown had fallen.  Up her slim
legs they climbed.  Up past her thighs and over her hips they ventured. 
Then slowly they drifted down the inner slopes of her pelvis to the thick,
dark, blood red of bush.  The hairs nearest her lips were wet, causing the
hairs to glisten in the pale moonlight.  His erection stiffened.  The
thought of her tight, warm, wetness wrapping around his thick long shaft
quickly pushed his earlier thoughts out of his mind.

Her right hand slid down to cover her crotch, then pressed firmly against
her body.  The slick feel of her wet hair excited her.  Slowly Bernadette
began to rub the palm of her hand against her hair.  The soft pale white
skin under her hairs tingled with excitement.  Pressing through her lips,
her thin delicate finger softly stroked her sensitive flesh.

She glanced up to see that Ja'Har was once again fully erect and ready for
her.  This time there was no hesitation in her movements as Bernadette
stepped toward him.

Placing her hands on his shoulders for balance, Bernadette lifted her right
leg slightly and straddled Ja'Har's long thick shaft.  Shorter in height by
several inches, she forced his rigid hard cock downward as she settled her
feet on the ground.  She snuggled and rubbed her body up against his.  The
taut hard flesh of her nipples dug deep into his hard chest.  A spark of
exquisite pleasure ran from each hardened nipple down the entire length of
her body.  Their hips brushed and bumped together.  The thick fluff of her
hair rubbed into the skin at the base of his crotch.  Between her thighs his
thick long shaft bulged, the head popping out between her ass cheeks.

Bernadette opened her stance a little, and then pressed her body down and
nestled his shaft in-between her open lips.  The heat of their two sexes
mingled.  Her hands slid down to once more grip his ass.  Slowly she started
to rock her pelvis back and forth over his warm flesh, the head of his cock
bobbing in and out between her checks. 

As she masturbated against his cock, her tongue ran wild across Ja'Har's
chest.  Wherever she found a trace of his seamen, she eagerly licked at it,
savoring the vivid memory of how she first tasted it.  

Through all of this Ja'Har remained motionless.  His body had already
betrayed him once tonight.  He was determined not to let that happen again,
no matter what she tried to do with him.

Slowly Bernadette began to notice the change in his mood.  He stood cold and
silent, ignoring her as a woman and as a lover.  His cock, once hard and
rigid, quickly softened.  She slowed the rocking movement of her pelvis. 
She glanced up to meet his eyes.  They were dark and dispassionate.

Feeling ashamed and naked, Bernadette stopped her rocking completely.  She
closed her eyes and lowered her head to his chest.  In her mind she had
built up a scenario of how this night would progress.  This feeling of shame
and neglect was never part of those scenarios.

Too embarrassed to walk away from him, Bernadette remained nestled against
his body.  She wrapped her arms around his waist in a gentle hug, but there
was no response from Ja'Har.  The chilling bite of a cool breeze swept into
the barn and across her backside, making the young woman realize it was the
strong grip of his embrace that she truly wanted most of all from him.

She glanced up at the heavy chains that bound Ja'Har to the center beam. 
They were old-fashioned iron chains, relics from centuries past, that her
father preferred to use when he needed to instill discipline into one of his
workers.  

She turned her head slightly and searched the posts that were nearest to
this center beam.  On a post to the right she found what she needed. 
Ja'Har, curious to know what she was searching for, followed her eyes and
caught the glint of metal on one of the posts.  He saw what she wanted.  It
was the keys to the chains.  

He moved slightly, but enough for Bernadette to feel the movement.  She
looked up into his eyes, gave a brief hesitant smile, and then stepped away
from him.  

Ja'Har watched as she willingly walked over and got the key.  

As she walked back to him, he noticed there was no hint of playfulness or
teasing in her manner.

Bernadette reached up to unlock the cuffs, but she was too short.  She
stepped closer to Ja'Har and stood on her toes.  This time she reached the
cuff around his right wrist.  Struggling to fit the key into the lock,
Bernadette lost her balance and stumbled against Ja'Har's body.  She tried
again, this time leaning against his body for balance.

Ja'Har tried to focus his mind on the realization that he would soon be
free.  But the rubbing and bumping of her warm soft body against his as she
tried to work the lock was too much for him to endure.  Her firm full
breasts pressed against his chest and rubbed in circular motions, up and
down, while her nipples, hardening under the friction of her movements, dug
into his flesh.  The hot warmth of her sex brushing up and down against his
thigh stirred his blood and quickly re-ignited his lust for her.  Ja'Har
finally gave up the struggle of fighting and accepted the wonderful
sensations her body was giving him.

There was a click of metal.

He looked up and saw the cuff on his right wrist open.  He freed his hand
from the cuff as Bernadette stepped away from him.  Cautiously she held out
the key ring for him.  Ja'Har grabbed the large metal ring, but Bernadette
hesitated from releasing the ring.  He looked at her.

The sight of his powerful hand, nearly twice the size of her own delicate
one, frightened her.  Breaking through the excitement of her recent
experiences, her mind showed her just how easy it would be for him to hurt
her with those powerful hands.

She looked up into his eyes.  Ja'Har read the fear in those green eyes and
it hurt him.  

"You wont hurt me?" her voice was quiet and cautious.  He did not answer
her.  "Will you?" hesitantly she added.

"No."

Slowly she released the ring.  Ja'Har took the key.  As he freed his left
wrist from the cuff Bernadette stepped back away from him.  She bumped up
against one of the posts and gasped in fear.  Ja'Har looked at her.  Rubbing
his left wrist he walked slowly over to her.

His lips curled in a wolfish smile as he remembered Raquel's suggestion that
it would be ungentlemanly like to leave her sister unsatisfied.  

He guessed it was not yet midnight.  So there should be plenty of time to
fully enjoy her ripe young body and still make it to freedom. 

Gently he cupped her chin and tilted her head up to face him.  Her eyes meet
his.  Softly he spoke to her as he lightly brushed her chin with his thumb. 
"Do you still want to finish what you started?"

Bernadette did not answer him.  She could not answer.  Her heart was
pounding so quickly from fear and excitement that she could hear nothing but
the thundering beat of her blood pulsating in her ears.

Ja'Har leaned in close to her face, his nose nearly touching the tip of her
nose.  He sensed the fear in her and it excited him.  He could see the rapid
rise and fall of her breasts as she quickly drew each breath.  But he could
also see the signals of her excitement.  The light pink of her nipples was
flush with color as they hardened in desperate want for stimulation.  He let
his eyes wonder further down the length of her body.  The beautiful thick
mound of red hair stirred in him thoughts of her hot, tight, wet walls.

Focusing on her red hair, Ja'Har wondered if she was still a virgin.  She
was certainly no innocent little girl.  The way she treated his body made
that clear.  But that didn't mean she had been broken, yet.  Most of the
young ladies of the plantation set would practice and play with a sibling or
cousin, but never allowed it to go very far in fear of jeopardizing their
virginity - the golden standard that marked their value in a marriage
contract.  The thought of tearing her open and burning into her mind forever
the feel of her first cock, his cock, was too overpowering for him.

His cock bulged and filled with his rushing blood.  It bobbed and twitched,
desperate for the feel of her warm, tight wetness.  He swore in his mind he
was going to have her, regardless of what she wanted or how she felt.  Let
her kick, scream, fight, or cry, he thought.  He didn't care.  He was going
to have her no matter what she did.

Like a frightened rabbit being stalked by a hungry wolf, Bernadette stood
still.  She glanced down at him and was scared.  The length and bulk of his
penis appeared greater than when she had sucked on it earlier.  Her
frightened young mind brought up wild images of him holding her body down
against the straw and dirt floor and forcibly raping her.  The pain, she
imagined, would feel as if he were trying to tear her body apart.

"Please..." Ja'Har looked up sharply at the sound of her soft voice.

Their eyes meet once more.  This time, however, Ja'Har didn't see the fear
in her young eyes.  This time he saw the lust driven image of her face
crying out in wanton passion as he ravaged her young beautiful body.

In a quieter voice Bernadette repeated the word, her soft green eyes wide
with fear as they gazed into his.

In his mind's heated state Ja'Har eagerly accepted these words as a plea
from her to take her body and pleasure her.

He leaned forward and lightly kissed her on the lips.  Bernadette relaxed a
little and responded to his kiss by opening her mouth slightly.  They
continued to kiss.  Bernadette relaxed a bit more, the fearful images of
being forcibly raped slowly being subdued and pushed back by the sweet
pleasurable sensations of his kisses.  Her arms came up to rest on his broad
shoulders, while he placed his strong hands on her hips.

He broke away from her mouth and started working his kisses slowly down her
neck.  Bernadette's body tingled with the anticipation of his mouth on her
breasts.  Ja'Har pulled away from her neck.  She waited with her eyes closed
for that sweet moment when he would suck one of her nipples into his mouth. 
The flesh of her nipples tensed in desperate longing for the electric shock
that would race through her body as he nibbled and sucked on their tips.

But the moment did not come.  Bernadette continued to wait, anxious for the
touch of his mouth to return.

It finally came.  And when it did, Bernadette was so shocked by the electric
bolt racing through her body she gasped and arched her head back.  Her eyes
burst open in surprise.  Looking down she saw his face buried in her thick
red hair.  Slowly she spread her thighs for him and Ja'Har quickly moved his
mouth and tongue down to her moist lips.

Back and forth she rubbed her pussy against his mouth and tongue.  She
lifted and spread her right leg allowing his tongue better access to her
soft sensitive flesh.

Ja'Har worked his mouth and tongue over her tender pink lips, his tongue
lapping up her sweet juices.  As his mouth moved up in search of her
sensitive bud of flesh, his right thumb slipped up between her thighs to
press lightly against her virgin flesh.  Slowly he began to work his thumb
around in small circles.

Bernadette let out a groan of sheer pleasure as she felt the overpowering
sensations of his warm moist tongue pressing against her most sensitive
spot.

Her hands reached down and caressed the back of his head.  Gently she
pressed his face into her.  Her pelvis began to rock and rub her spread lips
against his face.  Softly she closed her eyes and tilted her head back as a
sweet dream like smile began to light her face.  Once more in her young mind
her fantasy was played out.

Certain she was well lubricated now, Ja'Har pulled his head away from her.

Bernadette opened her eyes and looked down at him.  She was greatly
disappointed that he had stopped using his mouth on her.  She could feel her
body so close, so very close to orgasm.
  
He stood up.  And as he did so, he forced his body between her legs, causing
them to spread even farther apart.

Ja'Har grabbed her by the hips, pulled her away from the post that she was
leaning against, and quickly lifted her body up and onto his chest.  Her
head and shoulders were now above his head.  For balance Bernadette wrapped
her arms around his neck, pulling her body in close against his.  A giggle
escaped her as she looked down and saw the sight of his face squashed
between the mounds of her breasts.

Wrapping both arms around her waist, he slowly lowered her back down to him.
When she was just about eye level with him he stopped and walked forward,
bringing her backside up against the wooden post.  He pushed his body hard
into hers and kissed her.  Hungrily the two kissed, their tongues searching
the other's mouth and tasting their own juices.

Her nipples dug into his chest.  Her legs wrapped around his waist bringing
the burning heat of her crotch against his abdomen.  Quicker and quicker she
pushed and rubbed her crotch against him.  The wonderful sensations were
beginning to rebuild in Bernadette's young body.

Ja'Har reached down and grabbed the base of his cock with his right hand. 
He squeezed it hard.  The shaft and head swelled even thicker, bulging to an
incredible size.  He leaned harder into her with his upper body, pressing
her against the wooden post, as he tried to slow her bumping and thrusting
hips.

The moment had come.  He was going to enter her.  Soon the entire length of
his thick, long cock would be plunging in and out of her tight virgin pussy.
Her lips, slick with her juices and his saliva, were ready to accept his
great beautiful penis.

Her hot moist lips spread open wide to accept the huge thick bulging head of
his cock, the tip pressing up against the tight closed flesh of her hymen. 

She could feel the hot flesh of his cock head pressing now into her
sensitive flesh.  Bernadette knew it would hurt, perhaps even be painful. 
But the wild sensations rushing through her pussy wanted, nay craved for the
powerful painful sensations that his bulging cock would give her.  She was
ready.  And she desperately needed him now.

With slightly more pressure Ja'Har forced the head of his cock against her
flesh.  But still it would not yield to him.  He pressed the weight of his
whole body against her.  The tension in his restrained shaft, being held
back by her flesh, spurred him on to force himself harder against her.

Her jaw clenched.  Her eyes shut tight.  Bernadette could feel the pressure
of his attacks on her virginity build; it was an uncomfortable, unfamiliar
sensation.  The weight of his strong body began to crush her into the wooden
post.  

Her innocent flesh was beginning to yield to the building pressure of his
assault.  Her body tightened and she gripped his shoulders in an effort to
prepare herself for the pain of his final breakthrough.

He pulled the head away from her, repositioned himself, and then brought the
head back up between her lips.  The veins in his cock bulged under the tight
grip of his hand.

Angered by the difficulty he was experiencing in penetrating her, Ja'Har,
with vengeful determination, deliberately forced the head against her flesh.
He forced himself harder.  Bernadette shut her eyes, held her breath, and
dug her fingernails into his shoulders as the pain increased.

Her flesh tore.

With a rush of momentum Ja'Har forced nearly three inches into her, her
slick virgin walls tightly closing around him.

Bernadette caught her breath, shot her eyes wide open, and locked her
muscles tight as her body was ripped with a piercing pain sharper than any
she had experienced in her young life.  As her eyes began to tear, she could
see Ja'Har looking down toward her crotch.

Ja'Har adjusted his position and quickly began forcing more of his cock into
her.  When he had forced all he could into her, he released the grip of his
hand on his shaft and gripped her hips tightly with both hands.  He pulled
several inches out, and then forcefully thrust the whole length back into
her.

The gasps of her broken breathing were the only cry Bernadette could manage
against the pain that was tearing through her body.  She felt as if she were
being split in two; the powerful, rough thrusting of his hard cock acting as
the iron spike used to split her young body.

His breathing was erratic and rough.  His thrusting became quicker and
harder, then very suddenly it stopped.

His body remained clenched forward in the midst of a thrust as his hands
gripped into the soft flesh of her hips desperately trying to shove his cock
in deeper.  It was with exquisite pleasure that Ja'Har felt his seed rush up
from his balls and out through the vein in his cock and into Bernadette's
virgin womb.

After relishing in the pleasure for a few moments, Ja'Har slowly pulled
himself out of her.  Tightly she held onto him, her eyes shut against the
pain.  Slowly he carried her in his arms back to the main beam.  Once there
he placed her feet on the straw.

Bernadette allowed her muscles to slowly relax as her mind began to realize
that the painful thrusting was finally finished and his cock had been
removed from her body.  She was terribly sore and noticed for the first time
the sensation of something lightly trickling down the insides of her thighs.


As Ja'Har lifted her arms up over her head she looked down at her legs. 
Dark streaks of blood stood out against the white porcelain of her skin. 
Down her thighs and on the straw covered floor of her father's barn her
virgin's blood dripped.  Into a small puddle it pooled, mixing with the
straw and dirt of her father's barn.

Her virginity was gone.

And with it went the only thing of value her father could use as leverage in
a marriage agreement.  

There were two quick claps of metal.

Bernadette looked up and saw her hands cuffed in the iron chains that had
once held Ja'Har.

He lightly gripped her jaw and turned her face to him.  In his eyes there
was a sparkle.  The corner of his lip curled in a roguish smile as he
pictured in his mind the scene of her father finding his pride and joy
chained and naked like one of his disobedient slaves with her virtue stolen.
Stolen by him, a man bought for a price.  A price far less than the blood
that now dripped to the ground from between her legs.  He leaned forward and
kissed her on the lips.

Bernadette closed her eyes and did not return his kiss, her mind racing with
fear at the thought of him rapping her again.  Perhaps even forcing himself
into her ass.  She clinched her ass tight at the horrible thought.  Soon she
realized that his lips had moved away from hers.  She waited nervously for
his assault to re-commence, the whole time quietly cursing herself for
unchaining him.  

When his touch did not return, Bernadette slowly opened her eyes.  

Ja'Har was standing in front of her dressed in the dirty work clothes he had
been forced to live in ever since his arrival on her father's plantation.  A
broad grin was on his face.  Casually he brushed her long hair back off her
shoulders so that her front was now completely exposed.  "Don't forget to
tell your poppa I said thank you for the going away present."  Then with a
pat on her ass he added, "And if it's a boy, give him my name.  Ja'Har."

Her mind reeled.  She tried to concentrate and figure in her mind her cycle
of days.  But in the cool barn naked, chained and scared her thoughts kept
returning to the singular thought of her conceiving his child.  

Images of her father venting his anger rushed through her mind and she
started sobbing.

"Please, don't leave me like this."

"This is how your father regularly left me."

"But I never did." She looked into his eyes for pity and found none there. 
"I set you free."

"Would you do it again?"

Bernadette lowered her head.  After a few moments he repeated his question. 
"No," she answered quietly.

"I thought so."

Ja'Har turned and quickly walked toward the door.

Bernadette turned and stared angrily at him through her tears.  "You wont
get away with this!"

"Oh, I wont?" he called back over his shoulder.

"That's right.  Every trader and smuggler in the ports will know you're a
slave.  You're dressed like one and you stink like one too."  Ja'Har stopped
and thought for a moment about his clothes.  Turning, he walked slowly back
to her.  "And when word reaches them about the bounty on your miserable head
they'll turn you over faster than you can spit!"

He stood close to her, their bodies almost touching.  "So I stink.  What
should I do to change this?"  Slowly he began to play with the key ring, the
keys dancing just in front of Bernadette's eyes.  "I could go into the main
house and take a bath."  A big broad smile appeared.  "Who knows?  Perhaps
momma or your little sister will be awake and"

"You go in there and my father's men will cut you to pieces," she cut him
off with the threat not wanting to think about the situation he was
describing.

"Maybe.  Maybe not."  He didn't say any more, but walked off toward the wall
of tools.

Bernadette watched as he took a machete off the wall and tried several
practice swings with it.  He looked back at her and said smiling, "A little
`too' big perhaps."  Finally he decided on a small pruning knife.  Then just
as Ja'Har was about to leave the wall he caught out of the corner of his eye
something that made him stop.

There was a cruel devilish glint in his eyes as he turned to face
Bernadette.  She felt as if he was raping her again with those dark eyes. 
He walked a few paces down the wall and turned to face it, his body blocking
her view of what he was doing.  After a minute Ja'Har turned and walked back
to her.  

Bernadette's heart froze in terror.  Coiled in a loop around his forearm was
a leather whip her father had often used.

She struggled and pulled against the iron chains trying to get free. 
Quickly Ja'Har grabbed both of her thin wrists in his left hand and stopped
her before she injured her arms.  To her relief he unlocked the chains.

As she felt the grip of his hand loosen, Bernadette prepared herself for the
moment when he would release his grip and she would be free to run.  But he
didn't release his grip completely.  Instead, Ja'Har tucked the knife into
his belt and the key ring into a pocket in his pants.  Then, he pulled the
whip off of his arm and unraveled it.  As she saw the black leather dangle
down in front of her eyes she was once more filled with terror at the
thought of him using it on her.

"I'm going to release your arms.  If you run, I'll catch you and make you
very sorry.  Understand."  It was a hollow threat.  Never again would he use
such a weapon on another human after having experienced the cutting burns of
its bite.  

Bernadette didn't hear him.  Her mind was locked on the swinging black braid
in front of her.

Ja'Har slowly released her wrists.  To his amazement she kept her arms above
her head.  He took the whip and stepped behind her.  Even with her wrists
free and the whip removed from her sight Bernadette remained frozen in
place, her eyes focused ahead of her.  Like a small animal her fear kept her
paralyzed in the hope that he would keep walking and leave her in peace.

Bernadette caught her breath as she felt the leather braid wrapped around
her neck.  Before her hands could reach it, the whip was knotted and closed
snug around her throat.

Ja'Har leaned forward and spoke into her left ear.  "Now I don't have to
worry about you running away from me."

She gripped the leather braid.  "What are you going to do to me?" 

"I'm going to take your advice."  He noticed her puzzlement and explained. 
"I'm going to wash my smelly body and toss away these dirty clothes of a
slave.  Then, I'm going to splash on some of that smelly perfume your father
uses and take some of those fancy clothes too.  Then I wont be recognized as
a slave, but as a man.  A rich man like your father." 

"And me?"

"You're going to be my guide through the main house."  His voice took on a
deliberate tone, "One cry or call and you'll be the first one to die."  He
nudged her in the back causing her to stumble forward.  With a quick jerk of
the whip handle he pulled her back to him.  "Don't get too far ahead of me,
little girl."

"Bernadette." she hissed back at him.

"Then let's go, Bern-a-dette."

She walked toward the barn door keeping a slow pace.  Close behind her he
followed like a master walking his pet.

Before they reached the door, it opened.  

There, in the doorway, stood a sweaty, heavy-set man dressed in the tattered
faded clothes of a privateer.  In one hand he held a communicator; it's lid
open.  In the other hand he held a laser pistol.  Behind him stood two more
men dressed in the same style, and both holding more powerful rifles.

Before Ja'Har could take in the situation and react, the heavy-set man fired
his pistol.

The pistol, aimed true, hit Ja'Har squarely in the chest and knocked him
backwards.  His fingers gripped tightly around the handle of the whip as an
electric shock surged through his body.  As he collapsed to the floor of the
barn, Ja'Har pulled Bernadette down with him.

Ja'Har lay face down in the dirt and straw, his body motionless.  Beside
him, Bernadette tugged and pulled at the whipcord, now tight around her
neck, as she struggled to rise to her knees.

There was a crunch of straw from behind her in the direction of the hayloft.

Bernadette turned and looked up.

Standing at the base of the ladder leading to the hayloft was Raquel, her
younger sister, wearing a long gray woolen robe.  In her hand was a
communicator; its lid was open.

Raquel smiled at her sister, and then nodded to the heavy-set man.

Bernadette quickly turned and saw the heavy-set man pointing his pistol at
her.  Her body froze in terror.  Her mind went blank.  She heard him mutter
something as his thick face curled up into a grotesque grin.

"Pleasant dreams, sweetie."

There was a flash of light that blinded her.

Bernadette collapsed motionless across Ja'Har's body.

Raquel walked toward the crumpled figures of her sister and the slave, a
smile playing across her fine delicate features as she thought for a moment
of leaving them there together for her father to discover.  But she had made
other plans for Bernadette and her slave lover.

The heavy-set man motioned for his two companions to enter and take the
bodies.

As the two men dragged Bernadette's body out of the barn, Raquel walked over
to the heavy-set man.  She watched as he casually pulled out a small leather
pouch.  He tossed it to her, and chuckled, as she was surprised by it's
weight.  Eagerly she untied the string and pulled it open.

"It's all there," he commented as she began to count the beautifully rare
stones, "Mr. Robinson never short changes a business associate.  At lest not
knowingly."

She glanced up at him.  "It had better `ALL' be here, or your Mr. Robinson
will be visited by the imperial forces.  And facing a charge of rape and
kidnapping."

"That might not be such a bad thing.  It would surely help me take over his
operation."  The two men smiled to each other as they heard this.  "Mind
your business you two, and finish up your work.  I want to get back to the
ship and be gone before the sun comes up." 

The two men grabbed Ja'Har and started to pull him out of the barn by his
hands.

"Here!  Careful there," the heavy-set man shouted at them,  "that piece of
flash is worth more than both of you combined, and then some."

They lifted Ja'Har's body and carried it out of the barn.  The heavy-set man
followed them out.

Raquel stood alone in the quiet barn reflecting over the events that had
just happened and the new possibilities that had just opened up for her.

With a grin the heavy-set man poked his head back in and quickly remarked,
"You'll let us know if you have any other sister's you wish to have
`removed', won't you, dear lady?"

As he approached the truck, Mr. Robinson saw the two men strapping Ja'Har in
to the passenger's seat.  When they had finished he announced that he was
driving and ordered them into the back section with Bernadette.  With a
cargo this precious Robinson was taking no chances.

He climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine.  Then as he
struggled to shift the vehicle into gear he called back over his shoulder,
"Make sure that bitch is in secure back there.  I don't want her all banged
up and bruised before she's sold."  With that Robinson released the clutch
and stomped down on the gas pedal.

The truck lurched forward in fits as Robinson tried to remember how to
operate a combustion engine with a clutch.  In the back the two men and
Bernadette were bounced and jerked around badly.

END of Chapter 1
Moonlight In The Barn
by Aquillae


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