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Subject: {ASSM} Bernadette Unchained (02/??) By Aquillae (Mf, inter, anal, caution)
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Bernadette Unchained

Chapter 2 - Of Bubbles and Betrayal
(Mf, inter, anal, caution)

Written by Aquillae
Copyright 5/17/2001,
Text Revised on: 1/28/2002, 4/27/2002, 8/07/2002

Any comments on the story should be directed to either
ale.sex.stories.d or Aquillae@excite.com


Raquel walked over to her bed, turned, and flopped back on to it
with a sigh.  A giggle started to build within her body as she
remembered the silly surprised expression on her sister's face
just before Mr. Robinson's man had shot her.  She tried to
suppress the giggle, but not too hard.  With her hand covering
her mouth, she shook with laughter as she wondered witch
Bernadette enjoyed more - the powerful thrusts of her oversized
midnight lover, or the electric shock of a privateer's stun gun.

As her giggles slowly died down, she realized to her disgust that
she was covered with the smell of the barn.  "Well," she thought
with a smile, "a quick splash of warm water will help wash away
the dirty sins of the night."  Rising from the bed she went over
and made certain the door to her bedroom was unlocked.  Then she
headed for the bathroom, whistling a light tune and twirling the
belt of her bathrobe as she walked with a dance in her step.

-*-

A large figure covered in shadow, stepped into the darkened
bedroom and hesitated for a brief moment as it listened to the
familiar voice of the young girl.  Quietly it turned and closed
the door.  A soft, gentle click echoed in the room as the lock
was turned.  Carefully the dark intruder inched his way along the
wall making his way toward the faint glow of lamplight that
escaped from under the bathroom door.

Raquel stopped singing.  The intruder froze, his left foot caught
halfway through its step.  He listened.  The beat of his heart
intensified.  His hands, spread out against the wall to help him
feel his way, began to tremble.  He glanced over his shoulder at
the door to the hallway, and then quickly back to the bathroom
door.  He was caught halfway between the two doors standing
against a bare wall.

Sam pulled himself up against the wall and listened as his mind
cursed the greed and lust that drove him to agree to such a
stupid move.  The backfields of the plantation, it told him, were
one thing.  Distance from the house and the growth of nature
provided a cover for their daylight tryst.  And the barracks was
his territory, his house, and a place where he belonged, and
could easily explain the cries of a woman coming from his room
during the night.  But this was the main house.  The boss's
house.  And this was his youngest daughter's room.  A room one
wall removed from her parents' bedroom.

Sam heard a loud rush of water, and then once again the soft
lilting voice of the young girl who, with the wild recklessness
of her lust, had taken control of his life.

Determined to regain something of that control back from the
young temptress, Sam had made the defiant choice of breaking with
his longtime partner in lust.  But breaking away wasn't the only
choice Sam had made.  There was another choice he had recently
made while acting as the go-between for Raquel and Mr. Robinson.
And that choice was freedom.

Seeing the quick fortune that Raquel had made from the sale of
Bernadette to the privateers', Sam was eager to share in the
profits.  And there was only one way to do that.  And that way,
he was certain, would bring out the darker, vindictive side of
Raquel's hidden nature.  But Sam didn't care anymore.  Too long
he had been left behind to suffer in the fields while others had
advanced out of the menial jobs and into the more important jobs
that had `real' power.  This was Sam's time.  This was his
chance.  And he was determined to take it, and Raquel.

Sam quietly made his way toward the light of the bathroom door.

He opened the bathroom door.  It squeaked ever so slightly.  He
stopped and held his breath.  Through the slit between the door
and the doorframe he peeked into the room.  In the far corner of
the large room he saw her sitting, lounging in the large white
porcelain tub, with her back to him, slowly making a play at
washing her long slender legs.  He rested his head against the
frame of the door and quietly cursed himself one last time.

But it was a halfhearted reproach.  Already, with the sight of
her, his mind had abandoned the fears of a few moments prior, and
was now reliving the vivid memories of wild sexual delights
granted by her so willingly.  His throat tightened.  His eyes
watched intently as she moved the washcloth slowly up and down
the inside of her slender, shapely leg.  He imagined his own
thick hands gliding up her soft smooth skin, slowly spreading her
long legs further apart as they neared her thighs, and then
burying his face deep within the warmth of her golden fleece.

Sam wanted to push the door open and stride over to her openly
and proudly, as a real man would who came to make love to his
lover.  But that was not the way she liked to play her games. 
She wanted secrecy.  She wanted surprise.  She wanted to be
taken.  Taken by force.  She wanted, needed to feel raped.  To
feel violated.  Defiantly Sam told himself that with this last
meeting he would teach her a lesson in what it truly felt like to
be violated and raped.

He swallowed hard and then pushed lightly against the door,
slipping through like a thief or rapist when there was just
barely enough room for him to pass.  Once inside the room, he
moved his large body quickly but quietly, making his way to the
foot of the large tub.  He stood behind her, silent and aroused,
watching her bathe.

Raquel felt his presence behind her, and she smiled as she slowly
rubbed the washcloth up the length of her arm.  Her senses,
desperate for the sound of his approach, had started listening to
the treasonable whispers of her mind, telling her that she had
gone too far in her demands and scared away her Sam.  She was
beginning to wonder if she had truly scared him away for good. 
As the minuets passed, and the water cooled, and her fingers and
toes started to wrinkle, she had almost succumbed to the fears
her mind whispered when she heard the faint squeak of the
bathroom door.  She smiled.  Her Sam had come through for her
again.  And now she would reward him.

Keeping her backside to him, Raquel slowly stood.  The rich
luxuriant bubbles, with their sweet fragrant oils, cascaded down
the length of her body in a slow seductive watery striptease. 
She stroked the washcloth over her right thigh and hip, slowly
moving it around in little circles.  Sam enjoyed the little show
the young tease was putting on for him.  Eager to join her, he
quickly pulled off his boots.

Hearing the soft thud of his heavy boots on the thick-carpeted
floor, Raquel moved the washcloth across her abdomen and then
slowly down between her thighs.  She spread her legs slightly
wider.  Sam's thick hands fumbled frantically with the belt
buckle as he watched her massage her young body.  He desperately
needed to free from its constricting confines his restrained
lust.

Raquel let her head drift back as she moaned softly with teasing
pleasure.  Her long wet hair fell free from her body, the ends
sending their droplets of water to splash on her firm buttocks
and then slide slowly down the back of her legs.

With a sudden cry of "Oops!" Raquel let the washcloth slip from
her hands and fall with a splash into the water.  Sam's blood
burned with lust for the young girl as he watched her bend over
at the waist to retrieve the washcloth.  Fishing around in the
soapy water, Raquel bent lower and teasingly displayed for Sam
the passage to the one treasure she had never permitted him
enter.  Sam had had enough of her teasing.

With swift, lust driven speed, Sam jumped in the tub.  He grabbed
Raquel from behind, and forced her against the wall.  As he
started to kiss her neck and shoulders, he pulled and tugged at
his belt buckle, desperate to get it unhooked.  Once the buckle
was unhooked, he franticly popped the button and tore down the
zipper to his jeans.  Quickly he jabbed his hand into his jeans
and pulled his tightly confined cock out.  With lustful pleasure
he relished the powerful sensation of his cock, freed from its
confines, now growing larger, thinker, and harder.

The dark charcoal of his skin gained a lustrous sheen as he
pressed and rubbed his crotch against the wet, oiled back of the
young tease.

Now well lubricated and increasingly desperate to penetrate her
body and satisfy himself, Sam grabbed the shaft of his cock and
shoved it down between Raquel's asscheeks.  Raquel leaned forward
against the cool wet wall and pushed her ass out toward Sam.  She
felt the slick bulking heat slip between her cheeks and the thick
head press firmly against her opening.  She spread her legs
further apart.  Slowly she started to work her pelvis in a
circular gyration.  Sam pushed forward against her, imbedding the
head of his cock into her ass.  As she felt the spreading of her
ass, Raquel reversed the motion of her pelvis.

With malicious sexual intent, Sam gripped and spread her ass with
his hands.  Deliberately he forced his body forward and
penetrated her deeper.  Raquel moaned with complete delight as
she felt the familiar bulk sliding deeper and deeper into her.

Releasing her ass, Sam wrapped his arms around Raquel's body, his
rough right hand making a quick dive across her pelvis and
plunging down in to her crotch.  His left hand found the familiar
soft flesh of her right breast and gripped it firmly as he
started to push and pull himself in and out of her body. 

Raquel braced her palms against the cool wet wall and pushed back
against his thrusts.  Each time she pushed back she felt him bury
himself deeper within her body.  Each time he pulled away and
removed some small portion of his shaft from her body, Raquel
would feverishly push herself further back against him, trying
desperately to recover the lost portion.  With each withdrawal
she sighed in mournful loss.  With each thrust forward and
deeper, Raquel groaned with animalistic lust in a deep throaty
voice.  Finally she felt the teeth of his zipper scrapping
against her flesh.  Against his pelvis she pushed herself, taking
extreme pleasure in the hard thick feel of him buried deep inside
her body.

Mercilessly Sam rubbed his palm hard against her pubic mound. 
Buried deep between her lips, his fingers sliced back and forth
with earnest against the sensitive bud of her flesh. 

Raquel bent herself lower, spread her legs further apart, and
pushed her ass higher and further back forcing it against Sam's
Body.  Continually she whipped her head from side to side, the
long wet strands of her hair whipping and striking her back and
Sam's chest like a soft set of catonines.  Raquel's groans
increased in volume and her body started to quiver.  She began to
quickly clench and unclench her ass, gripping and squeezing Sam's
long shaft deep within her body.  Fearful of the noise she was
making, Sam covered her mouth with his hand.  The tight grip of
his hand smothering her mouth seemed to spur the young girl on
and quickly threw Raquel over the edge of lustful excitement and
down into the deepening pit of sexual release.

Violently her young body shook as she cried and screamed into the
hand clamped tightly over her mouth.

The quick, tight, vice like gripping of his imbedded flesh caused
Sam to lose control of his lust.  And in a surge of intense
sensation he experienced the overwhelming rush of his lust being
driven from his body and into Raquel's.


Sickened now by the feel of his flesh buried inside her rectum,
Sam pulled out and away from her.  He cleaned himself quickly
with the same washcloth she had earlier used to arouse him.  The
washcloth, once peach colored, was now smeared with a dark, oily
filth.  Finished with the cloth, Sam tossed it in the corner of
the tub.  As it slowly sank beneath the foamy warm water the
dark, oily filth loosened and began to stain the water.    

Feeling her Sammy break the enjoyable bond between them, Raquel
turned and slowly put her back against the now cold wall.  She
watched with dreamy eyes as Sam stepped out of the bathtub,
grabbed his boots, and went back into the bedroom.  Unhappily she
accepted Sam's quick departure from the room by turning her
attentions and her slim oily fingers to the soft warm flesh
between her thighs.

-*-

Wrapped in a new light blue bathrobe, Raquel stepped out of the
bathroom and into her room.  Entering the darkened room her heart
sank.  Her Sammy was not there waiting for her.  Apparently he
had been unwilling to wait and had headed back to the barracks
while she finished in the bathroom.

In the darkened room Raquel headed over to the dresser.  She
casually slipped her robe off.  From one of the drawers she
pulled out a little pink nightgown and slipped it over her head.
As her head popped through the neckline a rough, strong hand was
clamped over her mouth.  

"Where are the gems?" she heard Sam whisper in her ear.  She
didn't answer him.  "Where are they?" he repeated, this time
shaking her roughly.  Raquel playfully licked her tongue across
the palm of the strong hand covering her mouth.

Sam tossed her onto the bed.  "Damn you!  I'm not playing around
now."

Raquel turned and faced him.  Brushing her hair back from her
face she quietly shushed him.  "You don't want to wake up my
father, do you?"

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up off the bed. 
He struggled to keep his voice low and calm as he asked her again
where the gems were.

In a playful, childlike tone Raquel replied, "You're very cold."

Sam shoved her away from him very forcefully.  With a jolt and a
bounce Raquel landed rather hard on the firm mattress.  She was
about to bounce right back up and shove Sammy back when he pulled
a knife from his pant pocket.  She stopped and starred at the
wide, sharp blade.

Over the past two years their sex had included many unusual and
kinky themes, from innocent seduction and childlike
experimentation to kidnapping and rape.  But in all that time, in
all of those places, during all of those sexual encounters there
had never been a weapon.  No guns.  No chains.  No whips or
belts.  And most definitely no knives.

Raquel looked into her Sammy's face and saw a frightfully
determined man starring back at her.

"Sammy," calmly she spoke to him, "put the knife away, okay."

"Where's the gems," he asked, taking a step closer and turning
the knife in his hand so that the tip of the blade pointed toward
her.

Raquel leaned back from the threatening weapon.

With a quick move, Sam grabbed her by the arm and pulled her
close to the tip of the blade.  A quick breath escaped her lips.
Against the soft skin of her neck Raquel felt the light pressure
of the blade's point.

"If I screamed"

"You'd be dead before you started," he answered calmly, but
pressed the tip of the blade firmer against her flesh.

"Why are you doing this to me, Sammy?  I thought we were
friends."

Sam pulled the blade away from her throat.  He used the flat part
of it to till her head up to him.  "Just tell me were they are
and I'll go."

Raquel pointed over toward the writing table.

Sam frowned.  "Nice try.  But I already looked through the
drawers.  Now try someplace else.  Like the real hiding place."

Raquel shook her head.  "No.  They're over there.  They're in the
ink bottle."

"This aint no game, Raquel," Sam warned as he tightened his grip
on her arm.  "I got people to meet, and soon.  Now tell me where
they are."

"I told you," she protested. "They're in the ink well."

"Raquel!" he kept his voice low, but unleashed the full
frustration of his anger in the snarling tone.

"They're in there.  I swear.  The bottle has a false bottom to
hiding things."

Sam glanced back over at the writing table.  With a quick pull he
lifted her off the bed and dragged her over to the table.  "Show
me."

Raquel picked up one of the inkwells.  It was one of a pair that
was part of a finely crafted reproduction of an Early Imperial
age writing set.  She turned the bottle in her hand, and then
pressed her finger to a protruding section of the ornate carving
that covered the bottle.  There was a soft click.  With a little
twist she pulled the top half of the bottle away.  She poured the
contents of the bottom half into his waiting hand.

Sam rolled the gems around in the palm of his hand with the tip
of the blade.  A sparkle, brighter than any sparkle made by the
many facets of the gems, flashed in his wide eyes.  A thought
quickly rushed into his scheming mind.  Sam pocketed the gems. 
"Open the other bottle."

"That's all of them.  There's nothing in the other bottle."

Sam grabbed the other bottle and shook it.  There was a sloshing
sound of liquid, and just the slightest clink of metal.  He
handed the bottle to Raquel.  "Open it."

Reluctantly Raquel opened the second bottle.

Sam took the bottom half away form her when she hesitated in
pouring the contents out.  He look down into the bottom of the
bottle and saw a strange assortment of items.  There were four
small keys, three small balls of white cloth, and a small, flat
circular container.

Sam instantly recognized two of the keys by their simple and
failure shapes as belonging to the main barn and the worker's
barracks.  A third was unquestionably the starter key to the
family's expensive Wind Caser Supersport Transport vehicle; the
head of the key was beautifully embossed with the company's logo
of a winged cheetah.  The last key however, was a curiosity to
Sam.

It appeared too thin and delicate to be used to turn any lock of
even moderate strength.

"Not the key to your chastity belt, is it?"

She didn't answer him.

"Never mind," he commented as he pocketed the key to the Wind
Chaser.  Tossing the other keys on the desk, Sam then turned his
attention to the three balls of wrapped cloth.  Slowly he pulled
the cloth off one.  As he lifted the cloth a miniature pearl fell
out and into the palm of his hand.  Sam quickly pulled the cloth
off of the other two revealing two more beautiful miniature
pearls.  He glanced over to Raquel.  "Just going to hide the
pretty ones for yourself?"

Sam playfully dropped the pearls one after the other into his
pant pocket.

"You're taking all of them?"

Sam patted Raquel's cheek.  "Don't feel too bad, baby cakes.  I'm
sure your new hubby will buy you lots of pretty jewels."

"I'm sure he will," Raquel bitterly replied as she began picking
up the keys.  When she reached for the small circular container,
Sam's hand restrained her.

"And what do we have hidden in here?"  Sam took the container. 
Although he was unable to read the small print on the label that
had faded, he was able to clearly make out the medical icon.  He
easily twisted the lid off and discovered several small pink
pills in the container.  Sam looked up at Raquel with a question
in his eyes.  Raquel refused to answer that question.

Moving the pills around with the tip of his pinky, Sam wondered
aloud, "Now why would someone be hiding pills in such a secretive
place like this?  Can't be any serious medication.  It'd take too
long to get at it.  Besides, mommy and daddy would surely know
about the need for such medicine.  I just wonder."  He took one
of the pills out and brought it to his lips.  Carefully, Sam
touched the pill with the tip of his tongue.  Quickly he pulled
away from the pill; his face contorting in a spasm of revulsion
form the bitter, toxic taste of the pill.

Raquel quietly laughed at Sam as he violently shook his head
several times to try and chase away the repulsive taste that
lingered on his tongue.

"What the fuck is that shit?" Sam exclaimed as he tried wiping
the surface of his tongue with his shirtsleeve.

"What did you think it was?"

"I thought it was one of those sex drugs."  Sam spit on the
carpet.

"Well," Raquel smiled openly at his discomfort, "it wasn't.  Was
it?"

"What are they?"

Raquel once more had the upper hand on him now and she was not
about to forfeit it for any reason.  "That's for me to know.  And
for you to guess."  She quickly dodged away from his grasp and
ran to the other side of the room putting the large bed between
them.  "Can't catch me now, can you?"

"What were those pills?"  Sam stalked her from the opposite side
of the bed.

"Maybe they're some kind of fast acting poison that I hid in the
bottle because I knew you would be stupid enough to taste one of
them."

The door to Rachel's bedroom was silently unlocked from outside.

"Raquel," Sam growled as he mirrored her movements from the other
side of the bed.

"Maybe they're the kind of pills that make your dick fall off,"
Raquel teased as she easily avoided Sam's grasp.  She laughed at
him.  "But then you must have taken them before."

She continued to tease and humiliate him.  And with each assault
to his pride, Sam's anger boiled hotter and hotter.

"God, what a mistake I made in keeping you instead of Ja'Har.  I
must have been drunk when I chose you over him.  You, Mister
Limpdick, Mister one squeeze and your shooting off, Mister
premature ejaculator."

She dodged away from another lunge.

"I wonder if Mr. Robinson would consider a swap of slaves?  What
do you think Sammy?  Do you think he'll go for it?  Think he'll
take a fat, slowwitted, imbecile who can't keep it up for a
towering Adonis who's hung like a real man?  Come on Sammy tell
me.  Tell me what your good friend Mr. Robinson would do."

"Do you really think he's sitting there in one of the port
terminals just waiting for you to come walking along with the
jewels and a pretty little virgin under your arm?"

Sam stopped chasing her.  "How did you know?"

Raquel's laugh was pure condescension.  "You think you can out
fox me?  Oh, Sammy.  There's nothing you've ever thought or done
that I haven't thought of first.  Who do you think suggested to
Robinson the plan to steal back the jewels from me?"

"But he said"

"But he said," she mimicked him.  "He said a lot of things didn't
he, Sammy.  He even offered you a little extra to bring me in,
didn't he?"

"But why?" Sam asked, standing like a child forced to confront
the savageries of the adult world for the first time.

Raquel walked over to him.  "Oh Sammy," she said in a softer,
kinder tone.  "You really don't understand, do you?"  He shook
his head slowly.  "Every plan, no matter how brilliant, needs a
scapegoat.  Someone to take the punishment for the crime."  She
lightly patted his chest.  "You were the one seen meeting with
Robinson at the port.  You were the one who took the drugged wine
to the guards.  You were the one who organized Ja'Har's removal
from the barracks after he feel asleep.  You were the logical
choice for the scapegoat."

Sam stood motionless as he tried to take in the full impact of
her words.

Raquel rested her head against his chest.  "I'm sorry Sammy.  It
was nothing personal.  But you were the only one I could trust to
do the jobs, and still bear to lose."

Sam stood silent.

Raquel stood up on the tips of her toes and kissed Sam on the
check.  She looked for a long moment into his dark eyes.  In
those dark coals she saw the bewilderment of a child starring
blankly back at her.  She took a step away from Sam.  She
apologized once more.  This time the sorrowful tone of her voice
caught Sam's attention. 

Sam stood dumbfounded as he watched Raquel tear the front of her
nightgown and scream loudly in a crying voice for her parents to
save her.

The very second Raquel screamed the door to her bedroom was
thrown open and slammed against the wall.  Sam looked up.  In the
doorway he saw a tall, slim figure silhouetted against the dim
hall light.  In the blinding flash of electrical furry that
exploded from the muzzle of a gun, Sam was able to make out the
face of Sydney Rowlings, the plantation's head of household
security.

Sam's body shook violently as he was knocked back a few feet by
the impact of the electrical charge.  He fell quickly to his
knees.  With his hands still twitching, Sam looked down to see
the burning hole in his chest.  Turning his head to Raquel, his
lips convulsed in a spasm of grotesque contortions as his eyes
weakly cried out in pain the last thought racing through his
dying mind - why.

Unable to watch the death of her longtime friend, Raquel turned
away and ran out into the hallway, and into the comforting arms
of her mother.

End of Chapter 2 of Bernadette Unchained

Of Bubbles and Betrayal
Written by Aquillae
Copyright 5/17/2001,
Text Revised on: 1/28/2002, 4/27/2002, 8/07/2002

Any comments on the story should be directed to either
ale.sex.stories.d or Aquillae@excite.com






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