JENNY: A Novel of Sexual Enslavement

by C. A. Tessler

  "OK," said Teri quietly, "I think this is the road. Slow way down. It's easy to miss." A few seconds later, Teri almost shouted at Mr. Marsten. "This is it, turn here."

  "What's it?" asked Mr. Marsten. "I don't see anything."

  "Just turn, dammit," shouted Teri.

  Mr. Marsten steered right and nearly made a smooth transition onto a dirt road.

  "This?" he asked incredulously. "You want me to drive on this? It's not even two cars wide."

  "Never mind that," said Teri. "That cop's still behind us, isn't he?"

  Mr. Marsten could see in his mirror that the policeman had turned to follow them. "Yes, and we're on a dirt road. We can't get away from him."

  "Sure we can," chirped Teri. "If he doesn't know his way around, we'll ditch this pig in five minutes, literally," she laughed. "Now get going. Floor it."

  "Why?" asked Mr. Marsten in a quavering voice. "What good is that going to do?"

  "It's going to kick up a ton of dust," said Teri. "Now go."

  Mr. Marsten did as instructed. As soon as he accelerated, the policeman turned on his siren and gave chase.

  A collective scream went up from the fugitives when they realized they were being pursued.

  "All right," said Teri enthusiastically. "Drive this thing."

  "We can't possibly get away," said Maurice angrily as he turned to face Teri. "What the hell were you thinking?"

  "I'm the only one here doing any thinking at all," Teri shouted back. "That pig is already losing ground on us. Like I said, we're going to ditch him in a few miles. You, ace, the one driving," she said to Mr. Marsten, "there's two big trees on the right side of the road up ahead. When you see them, stop. If you go past them, you'll have your engine in your lap."

  "What?" the car shouted in unison.

  "There's a small stream up ahead," said Teri. "You can drive across it, but you have to be going real slow."

  Mr. Marsten had a death grip on the steering wheel as he careened down the road, eyeing every bit of vegetation that flashed by. Janet and her father sat rigidly in their seats, while Jenny squeezed Maurice's hand.

  "Master," she nearly shouted, "I think we should have tried to steal a car."

  Only Teri was enjoying herself. "Faster, faster," she yelled at Mr. Marsten. "We need to gain some more ground on that pig."

  Five minutes later she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Here, stop here!"

  Mr. Marsten slammed on the brakes. The car went into a skid, turned sideways, but stayed on the road as it came to a stop.

  "Turn out your lights," shouted Teri.

  Mr. Marsten did as instructed.

  "Now," said Teri, turn left and drive about a hundred feet. We're right at the edge of the stream. It's easier to cross up ahead. Besides, we don't want to be in the way if that cop catches up to us."

  They drove up the bank, forded the stream, and got the car back onto the road. They could hear the siren of the police car getting very close.

  "Turn on your lights and go," shouted Teri.

  As Mr. Marsten pulled away, they heard the police car roaring up behind them. Suddenly, the sound of tires on dirt stopped and a moment later they heard the police car slam into the near side of the stream.

  "Great job, ace," shouted Teri. "Another few miles and we're on our way to Canada."

  The car and its trembling occupants proceeded on its way.

  "Give me that phone again," said Teri. "I need to talk to Thud."

  Maurice nearly dropped the phone as he handed it to Teri.

  "Hey, Thud, it's me again," said Teri. "We just ditched a cop in the stream, but we can't hang around when we get there. Are you ready?"

  "Great. Hey. Grab me something to wear. I need to change out of my work outfit."

  "I don't give a fuck. Anything. A shirt and some pants."

  "This is great," said Teri as she handed the phone back to Maurice. "It's been a year since I've had this much fun."

  "When was that?" asked Mr. Fouchet. "The last time you robbed a bank?"

  "No," said Teri. "But you're close."

  A few miles further on, they turned onto a trail which led to a grove of trees. On the far side of the grove was a dilapidated trailer. Teri jumped out as soon as the car stopped and raced into the trailer. She emerged a minute later wearing a tee shirt and a pair of cut-offs. Following her were five burly men, two of them carrying shotguns.

  The fugitives got out of Mr. Marsten's car. One of Thud's companions jumped into the driver's side and drove away.

  "Got to ditch that car," explained Thud. "The pigs find it here, we're accessories."

  Thud's transportation fee was quickly negotiated. He took all the money the fugitives had. "Let's go," he said, as he fingered the money.

  Thud, his three compatriots, and the six fugitives piled into a large van. Behind the driver and passenger seats was a bench seat. Mr. Marsten and Mr. Fouchet were told to sit there. The back of the van was empty except for a makeshift wooden bench that ran the length of the side opposite the sliding door. Thud and one of his companions took the driver and passenger seats. Thud's other two companions, armed with the shotguns, sat on the bench in the rear with Teri and Maurice. Jenny and Janet sat on the floor opposite the bench. The van pulled away and, after several miles of traveling on a dirt road, reached a two-lane highway.

  "Well, Bacon," said Teri, turning to the man sitting next to her and pointing at Jenny and Janet. "What do you think?"

  Bacon wrinkled his nose. "Take off them caps," he said.

  "What the fuck kind of haircuts are those?" he asked. "Are they skinheads or something?"

  "They're lesbians," stupid, said Teri. "But they've been slaves for a few months."

  "Is that so?" said Bacon. "I used to go to one of them places. Pretty fuckin' wild. They hire lesbians?"

  "They don't hire anybody," said Teri. "They buy women. Shit, don't you know anything?"

  "I know you're a bitch, same as you've always been. Let's see you and your two lesbian buddies get naked."

  "Me?" asked Teri. "Why me?"

  "'Cause I want to see how much better looking they are than you. That's why."

  Bacon nudged Teri with the muzzle of his shotgun.

  "Keep a gun on 'em, Pepper," said Bacon to the man next to him as he dropped his pants.

  "Just a minute there, you," said Mr. Fouchet.

  "You turn around and keep your fuckin' mouth shut," said Pepper, pointing his weapon at Mr. Fouchet. "Else I'll blow your fuckin' head off right now."

  Mr. Fouchet, having never been on the business end of a gun before, was unnerved. He turned around.

  Jenny, Janet, and Teri took off their clothes.

  "That blond would look great in a fuck flick," said Bacon. "Come 'ere, bitch."

  Mr. Fouchet clenched his fists, but didn't move.

  Janet treated Bacon like any other customer. When she finished giving him a blow job, Pepper took a turn with Jenny. Teri was not neglected, and the three slaves entertained while the van covered a hundred miles. For Jenny, Janet, and Teri, it was very routine.

  "What do you do?" said Bacon to Maurice, after he and Pepper were done with the slaves.

  "I used to work for DiMarcos," said Maurice. "They're slaveholders."

  "Yeah? What did you do?" asked Pepper.

  "I trained slaves," said Maurice reluctantly.

  "And you're running away with them?" asked Bacon, motioning to Jenny and Janet.

  "Yes," answered Maurice, "yes I am."

  "You must be fuckin' crazy," said Bacon. "Why would you leave a job like that?"

  Jenny glanced at Maurice and saw he was looking at her.

  "Well, I had a slave I didn't want to train. It's kind of hard to explain."

  "One of these here?" asked Bacon.

  "Yes," said Maurice, pointing at Jenny. "Jenny."

  "She don't need any training anyway," said Bacon. "She's a hot little bitch."

  Now it was Mr. Marsten's turn to clench his fists
.

  "Are you two done fucking those bitches?" yelled Thud from the drivers seat.

  "Yeah, I guess," shouted Bacon.

  Thud took the next exit off the freeway. As soon as he found a dark spot beside the road, he pulled off. Bacon and Pepper took over the driver and passenger seats, while Thud and Roper, the man who had been riding shotgun, took seats in the back of the van.

  As the van got under way, Roper pulled a nine millimeter out of his coat. "You there," he said, waving the gun in Mr. Fouchet's direction, "I'll grease your ass if you say a fuckin' word. Got it?"

  Mr. Fouchet turned and nodded nervously.

  "So these two are lesbos, eh Teri?" said Thud.

  "Yup," said Teri.

  "Well," he said, "let's see 'em fuck each other then."

  Maurice and Janet both tensed. Janet glanced at Jenny, but Jenny didn't move. Then Jenny looked up at Thud.

  "I will if he tells me to," said Jenny, tilting her head toward Maurice.

  "What's he? King of the fuckin' lesbos?"

  "I'm her master," interrupted Maurice. "She's been trained to do what I tell her."

  Mr. Marsten hung his head.

  "Well get her going, then," said Thud.

  "Jenny?" said Maurice.

  "Yes, master?" Jenny replied.

  "Will you make love to Janet?" he asked softly.

  "Yes, master," Jenny replied.

  "Damn," said Roper. "I'll say she's been trained. 'Yes, master, yes, master,' every time you say something to her."

  Janet left nothing to chance, and from the outset Jenny could tell that Janet intended to control the proceedings. Janet rolled Jenny on her back and began kissing her. Janet was sweet and passionate, in her own way, and soon Jenny was oblivious to everyone but her lover. When Janet went down on her, Jenny closed her eyes. She took hold of Janet's hand, and the two communicated with their fingers.

  "Gawd, it's enough to make you puke," said Teri.

  "Shut up, bitch," said Thud. "This is fuckin' great."

  Jenny's orgasm was neither faked nor subtle. Thud and Roper didn't need to see any more. As soon as Janet was done, the men took Jenny and Janet for themselves.

  "You're running away with these two?" Thud asked Maurice.

  "Yes," Maurice replied.

  "Well I can see why," said Thud. "If a man can't be happy with them, he ain't gonna be happy with no one."

  The van churned on as Jenny and Janet took care of their customers. Shortly after dawn, the first the slaves had seen since arriving at DiMarcos, Thud and Roper switched places with Bacon and Pepper. The road on which they were traveling was two lanes wide. About ten miles from the border, Roper noticed a car quickly gaining on them.

  "Check it out, Thud," said Roper.

  "Yeah, I see him," said Thud.

  The car, a State Trooper, pulled around them and flashed by. Everyone in the van, except Thud, Roper, Bacon, and Pepper, was either dozing or asleep.

  "What's up with that?" asked Roper.

  "Dunno," said Thud, "but I'm not too anxious to find out."

  Five minutes later, another trooper zoomed by.

  "How far are we from the border?" asked Roper.

  "'Bout as close as we're gonna get. Won't matter what the pigs are looking for. If they stop us, they're gonna find something."

  Thud turned onto a dirt trail and followed it for two miles.

  "OK," he said loudly as he stopped the van, "end of the line. Everybody out."

  The fugitives roused themselves as the door at the side of the van slid open.

  "Where are we?" asked Mr. Marsten.

  "You're just at the spot where we're lettin' you off," said Thud. "Canada's that way," he said as he pointed north.

  Teri pulled on her clothes, leapt out of the van, and sprinted away in the direction Thud indicated.

  "Stop her," said Mr. Fouchet. "If someone sees her, they might be able to find us."

  "Don't worry about her," said Thud. "She's the slipperiest little bitch alive."

  Jenny and Janet stepped out of the van carrying their clothes. As soon as the fugitives had exited, Thud and his compatriots drove off.

  "Great," said Mr. Marsten. "We have no idea where we are, we're broke, we haven't eaten in hours, and the police are looking for us. What now, Maurice?"

  As Maurice considered the situation, Jenny and Janet sat down next to a tree, holding their clothes in their laps. Still tired from being up all night, they leaned against each other and closed their eyes.

  Maurice surveyed the surroundings, then noticed them sitting next to each other.

  "They probably have the best idea," said Maurice motioning toward Jenny and Janet. "It doesn't look like they're ready for a hike. Why don't we find a place that's out of the way and get some sleep. It's better to travel at night, anyway. I'd be surprised if anyone is looking for us here, but if someone sees us we're sure to arouse suspicion."

  "Sounds reasonable to me," said Mr. Fouchet.

  Looking north, Maurice could see an open field and beyond that a line of bushes which, he supposed, flanked a stream. There were trees along the west side of the field.

  "You two put on your clothes and come with us," said Maurice to Jenny and Janet.

  The slaves looked wearily at Maurice, then obeyed.

  He led the party around the edge of the field, keeping among the trees. When they reached the line of bushes, they found that indeed there was small stream and sufficient concealment. Jenny and Janet had no trouble finding a comfortable place to lie down. Maurice and the Misters Marsten and Fouchet, unaccustomed to sleeping on hard surfaces, took considerably longer to do the same. They dozed fitfully through the day.

  About an hour before sunset, Maurice crossed the stream to reconnoiter the terrain ahead. The area was not heavily wooded, but there were aspen trees in every direction. The trees would make it nearly impossible for the party to be seen from the road.

  As the sun was setting, the fugitives began walking north. Jenny fell in between Maurice and Janet.

  "How far do you think it is to Canada, master?" she whispered.

  "At least five miles," he answered.

  The woods were in twilight for about an hour, and when that faded away a crescent moon provided enough light to see the trees. They had been walking about two hours when Jenny looked ahead and saw something that looked like a pale light.

  "Master," she said, "what's that?"

  Maurice stopped and crouched down. The other fugitives did the same. They watched the light for several moments. It was slender and extended up from the ground a few feet. The light had an eerie quality, as though it was filtered through a translucent medium. Maurice, still crouching, led the party to the left in an effort to skirt the light in front of them. As they walked forward, the trees gave way to an open space of about twenty feet, then resumed again.

  All but Jenny were eyeing the light as they walked away from it. Suddenly, Jenny grabbed Maurice's hand.

  "Master," she said pointing to her left, "there's another one."

  Maurice could see, far to the left, another light exactly like the first one.

  "What are they, master?" asked Jenny.

  "I have no idea, Jenny," he said. "From the way the trees stop and then start again over there," he said pointing ahead, "it looks like someone came through here with a giant chain saw. I don't see anything except for those weird lights. Let's get across this open space and into the trees again."

  They sprinted until they had crossed the open land and were back in the woods again. Once there, they stopped, checked to see that they weren't being followed, then continued north. About two miles after their adventure with the lights, they encountered some marshes. The marsh was not so muddy that their feet stuck, but by the time they reached firmer ground all of them were splattered with mud up to their knees.

  After walking through another stand of trees, they emerged onto a field. Beyond it they could see a light. They walked toward the light for about fift
een minutes before they could tell that the light was issuing from the window of a large, antiquated house.

  "What do you think, Maurice?" asked Mr. Marsten. "Should we try to stop here or go on ahead?"

  "I'm not sure. I don't know whether we're in Canada or the U. S. We've been walking for hours, though, and I've gone about as far as I can go. If we could find out where we are, that would be a big help. Maybe one of us could go up to the house and find out at least that much. If we're in Canada, we might be able to talk the owner into giving us something to eat and a place to rest for a few hours."

  "Who's going to go up and knock on the door?" asked Mr. Marsten.

  "We need someone who can inspire some pity," said Maurice. "That way, if we're still in the U. S., the owner might not call the police. If we're in Canada, the owner might help us out."

  All turned to look at Jenny. Her cap was slightly askew and her pants were rolled up to her knees. She had a very weary expression on her face. She looked like a helpless waif.

  "You'd have to have a lump of coal instead of a heart to turn her away," said Maurice to Mr. Marsten.

  "Yes," Mr. Marsten agreed, "you would. Jenny, could you go knock on the door and find out where we are?"

  "Sure, daddy," she said in a voice to match her looks.

  She trudged up to the door and knocked. She had to knock several times before the door opened a crack. She saw no one.

  "Yes?" said a voice. "What do you want?"

  Jenny supposed the voice belonged to an elderly man.

  "Sir, I'm really sorry to bother you. I know it's late. But," she paused, "I need something to eat. I'd appreciate anything you could spare."

  Otis Steinbach opened the door wide enough to get a look at Jenny.

  "What the devil you doin' out here in the middle of the night?" he asked.

  "Well, sir," said Jenny swallowing, "I'm lost. Can you tell me where I am? Is this Canada?"

  "Yes," said Otis, "but if you don't even know what country you're in, you're more than lost. Just who are you?"

  "I'm, I'm a, ah, a runaway slave, sir. Me and another slave set out two nights ago and we haven't had any rest since."

  "Runaway slaves?" he asked. "Ain't been none of them been by here in over two hundred years. And where's the other one?"

  "She's hiding over there," said Jenny, "with her father, my father, and my master."