“Legend of Belle Baie”

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The drums haunting beat sent chills down the spine of every Christen on the Island. News the Slave revolt where spreading, it gripped the planters of the island. As if it were a living thing fear drove them to flee from all that they had built, they ran for the fort on the Northern Cape, or fought their way through the dense tropical forest to the capital and the Governor General. All the while the dark haunting drum beat harried them with a fear of the Macombo and the voodoo priests. That is all but Perrier Duval

Perrier Duval was the Lord and Master of Belle Baie Plantation. It was the largest and most profitable of all the French sugar plantations. Where other owners had tried to negotiate with the rebels to pacify them Duval ruled with a hand of iron fist. He hunted down the wife and child of the rebel Claude Noir and hung them after taking his pleasure with her. Noir vowed he would take his revenge on Duval.

Now Perrier Duval’s Achilles heel was his daughter Suzanne, and it was on this young innocent that Claude Noir’s vengeance would fall. New he could not get near the girl as Belle Baie was to well guarded. He sought the help of a voodoo priest. The two conspired to collect the totem that would place the young beauty in their power. Gradually they collected a piece of her clothing, a lock of her hair, but it was a drop of her blood that was the most difficult to obtain. Finally, her maidservant brought a bit of embroidery that had caught a single drop of the girl’s blood when she had pricked her skin sewing. The talisman made Noir and the voodoo Priest placed it on the alter deep in the forest clearing. Incantations and dark ritual’s and blood sacrifices where made and the chanting of Noir’s followers called to the innocent young Suzanne called her to come to her fate. You see Noir did not want to kill the girl but to take her as a lily-white blossom to replace the wife her father had killed.

Night after night the girl slipped from her bed to answer the dark haunting call, night after night her black phantom lover took her on a heathen alter as dark eyes watched from just beyond the veil of flickering torches. One Night her father heard the slamming of a door as a high wind was rising he saw the ghostly form of his daughter floating across the lawn of Belle Baie, It is said when he saw her with in the arms of Noir her naked body pressed to his Perrier Duval went mad.

Some say he killed both Suzanne and Noir. Other say that the girl died of yellow fever. Still other say the voodoo priest and left to wander through eternity searching for a body to claim stole her soul.

So Monsieur’s and Madame’s that is the “Legend of Belle Baie” and
If you hear drum beats late at night and the haunting chanting from the forest it is best that you do not answer them lest you meet Suzanne Duval’s fate.

Paul Batard smiled at the tourists bowing and scraping, as they would expect a man of color to do. For despite all the years that had passed sense 1801 and Perrier Duval the have still expected the have nots to give way. He stretched as the last of the visitors headed for their bus and the rides back to the capital.

Bonjour Paul a rather attractive mademoiselle is asking for you.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Lizzy Ryan

Lizzy had been brought to the island to photograph one of the oldest plantations known. She waited for the tour guide to finish his tour while she look around the cute sitting area.

Already there were pictures and photographs of the building. It was a beauty to behold she could see. It has always been a dream of hers to have sucha large commision. She took photo's and most sold making her vey wealthy. This one though would also give her the respect she so depretly longed for.

Next to the pictures was a soty, a legend some would say. It told of what many believed happed at Belle Baie. Curious about her new location Lizzy read. Her mind taking in all that was written about Pierre and his daughter. Feeling sorrow for Nior and what had happened to his wife. The idea that voodoo was involved intregued the young girl.

She had always loved tales that spoke of it. Lizzy had never been one to believe in it, just was interested in it. She often wondered what it would have been like for a young woman during that time. What they went through knowing they were only pawns to make ther father more powerful. She found a small paper that went into more detail of the plantation, showing a layout and where sighting could be seen of several spirits.

Lizzy sat down and began reading as she saw several of the tourists leaving the man she believed she was meeting. She hoped he would be very helpful during her stay. This was a great chance for her. Lizzy saw the man walk towards her and she stood moving to meet him half way.

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Lizzy Ryan

 

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“Dominique my friend you always thing any young woman that is new to the islands is attractive I do believe my old friend it is simply because you have not bedded them.”

Paul you offend me you know I am irresistible, but she waits as does my wife mon aimé.

Paul Batard smiled as he watched his friend head towards the village that lay six kilometers to the north on the way to the old French fortress on the point. He wiped the sweat from his brow the day was hot and humid soon the tourists would be gone for another year and with them the money that kept the Island alive.

Batard raised his hand to shade his eyes. he was taken aback for a moment as he saw the young woman that Dominique had told him about. There was something unsettling about her, as if he had seen her somewhere before. Putting the thought from him he walked over to where she waited by the plaque with the legend of Belle Baie”.

“Mademoiselle My name is Paul Batard I understand you wanted to see me.”

Paul extended his hand his dark bronze skin in sharp contrast to the young woman’s pale ivory skin, and unmistakable sign of his mixed ancestry. In another day and time he could have been one of the field hands that had slaved at Belle Baie”.

“How may I be of assistance Mademoiselle?”

It was apparent that this towering giant had no idea who she was or why she was at the plantation.

 

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"Hi there, I'm Lizzy, Elizabeth Ryan. I was sent here to photograph Belle Baie. I was told you would be expecting me. From the look on your face I don't think they called to set it up," Lizzy said a tad irritated.

Damn Walter Matthews for not following through yet again. Now here she was, stuck on the island with a tour guide that had no clue of who she was. Shaking her head she went to the chair and sat down before she contiued, hoping the man would be willing to help.

"My employer was to have called and set up a personal tour for myself. Allowing me to visit the plantation and take photo's of it. I had thought everything had been cleared and was hoping that I could get the tour today and begin shooting."

Lizzy could from the man's stance he wasn't thrilled with the whole idea. She had not wanted things to start out this way. Then again she never did anything the easy way. She was at the mans mercy, it was up to him if she would continue to make a name for herself by photographing Belle Baie or not.

 

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"Hi there, I'm Lizzy, Elizabeth Ryan. I was sent here to photograph Belle Baie. I was told you would be expecting me. From the look on your face I don't think they called to set it up,"

Batard could hear the irritation in the young blonde’s voice, the haughty way she shook her head and leisurely took a seat on the veranda. Suddenly it came to him, who she reminded him of, Suzanne Duval. Miss Ryan had the same fine features, the same fair complexion, and the same flaxen hair that was so much in contrast with the people of the island.

"My employer was to have called and set up a personal tour for myself. Allowing me to visit the plantation and take photo's of it. I had thought everything had been cleared and was hoping that I could get the tour today and begin shooting."

A tour today it was nearly three o’clock less than an hour before the plantation was to close to the public and she wanted her tour today. Batard let out an exasperate sigh, his hands where clenched in to tight balls by his side, his voice was controlled as he began to speak.

“Mademoiselle Ryan I am afraid that will be quite impossible as it is nearly closing time and I………………………”

What else he might have said was cut off as Dominique came running back waving an envelop.


“Paul, Paul, I nearly forgot Monsieur Director told me to give this to you.”

Batard accepted the envelop and as he read the contents the muscles in his face drew taunt.

“Mademoiselle Ryan it seems that I am not only am to give you a tour but to allow you to stay at Belle Baie If that is your desire.”

The last thing that Paul Batard wanted was for this white foreign beauty to be staying at Belle Baie what was planned was not for the eyes of outsiders never mind her.

“I fear that the Plantation is quite primitive an offers none of the modern amenities. So if you prefer to stay in the city I can arrange very nice accommodations for you.”

 

[molly_hunter28]

So Lizzy hadn't been wrong, she could tell the man was slightly upset at having to stay later and showing her around the place. Even using the the lines about the plantation not having thse things she would be used to. Little did he know that although she looked small and delicate she had roughed it on numerous occasions.

"I understand that Mr Batard, I would rather like to stay here. Would give me a chance to photograph at night," Lizzy thought smiling.

She loved taking her pictures by moonlight. The darkness always showed her something she wouldn't see during the day. Staying here during the night would work perfectly. Although the man in front of her seemed to not be liking the idea.

"I'm sorry to be an inconvience to you but this is a very important project for me. I will not destroy the history. In fact I was just reading of the legend. I must say I find myself drawn to it. I look forward to hearing more."

 

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"I'm sorry to be an inconvience to you but this is a very important project for me. I will not destroy the history. In fact I was just reading of the legend. I must say I find myself drawn to it. I look forward to hearing more."

Batard could hardly mask his irritation at having this foreign interloper her and of all nights. So she wanted to here more about the Legend of Belle Baie perhaps if she heard the version that was not for the tourists.

“As you can see the Perrier Duval built his mansion surrounded by verandas to catch any breeze from the Sea and to enjoy the view of the bay from which the Plantation gets its name. I fear we have just enough time to see the slave quarters before I sunset if you are to settle in before dark.”

They walked across the vibrant green lawns down past the stables and to the neat row of lime washed slave cabins. As they walked Batard told Lizzy the legend, which she had read. When they where in a slave hut Batard turned backing her in to a corner.

“ They say that the power of voodoo made Suzanne Duval powerless to resist Claude Noir….”

Batard’s body was pressed hard to the stunning young blondes as she raised her hands he easily captured them in one of his own massive hands.

“………..That at night the chanting of the priest would draw her from Belle Baie Draw her into the forest to the alter………………….”

His hips rolled to hers he knew she could feel every line of his body and the arousal that her lithe body was causing in him.

‘…………………..where in the flickering torch light he would take her. Night after night she was drawn to be used by him powerless to resist. What they don’t tell you is that the jungle forest is said to wait for another, another to call to be lover to the darkness.”

Batard released the young woman’s wrist and stepped back. He turned stood silhouetted in the cabin’s door.

“The sun will be setting soon better get settled in Mademoiselle Ryan.”

He paused and a smile creased his face.

“Oh by the way you will be the first white woman to stay at Bell Baie sense Suzanne Duval.”

 

[molly_hunter28]

As they walked across the lawns Lizzy saw the beaty of the place she would be staying. The lines of the plantation clearly drawn. What would have been slaves quarters on one side while the place the rich would frolic on the other. It sent a slight chill through Lizzy.

As they neared the slaves quarters her compainion began telling her the story. Not realizing she was soon caught in a corner hearing him speak as held her hands and body. She noticed his arousal but what concerned her more was her own. She had never that someone like that, dominate, would make her feel this way.

She watched as just as suddenly he left her. Her hand sfalling back to her side. Lizzy looked at him before moving slightly. He was right she needed to be settled and he was certainly unsettling her at the moment. Before continuing she looked at him adn saw a smle spread on his face.

“Oh by the way you will be the first white woman to stay at Bell Baie sense Suzanne Duval.”

It didn;t matter. That small simple fact didn't matter, Lizzy thought. He was only trying to scare her. Upset at having to show her around, he was only having fun at her expense she thought.

"You must think to frighten me Mr Batard. I do not scare easily so please stick only to the legend. Do not let your imagination get away with you."

She began walking toward the main house. Lizzy's hands shaking , knowing she was scared but would never let him know it was a combination of fear and arousal for him.

 

[cgraven]

"You must think to frighten me Mr. Batard. I do not scare easily so please stick only to the legend. Do not let your imagination get away with you."

There was a tremor in the ravishing young blonde’s voice that belied her brave words he could see her hands shaking and smiled as she desperately tried to hide the fact. As he watched the sensual sway of her firm derrière as Lizzy crossed the lawns of Belle Baie he remembered the sweet fragrance of her arousal and a smile spread across his face.

“Mademoiselle Ryan I am not trying to frighten you but merely warn you that Voodoo is still practiced and it is not the sham that is put on for the tourists!’

His voice was deep and there was a resonance to it that caressed the girl’s soul. It was if there was a power to it. His arm slipped into hers, and he effortless steered her back to the main house.

“The only room that is available is Suzanne’s “

As Batard led Lizzy into the silent house and up the grand staircase a single shaft of light illuminated a painting on the first landing. That young beauty in her virginal whit gown was the spitting image of Lizzy. A small plaque read Suzanne Duval born 1782 –

Some say she longs to be reunited with her lover and Master Claude Noir.[/i]

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Batard had left Miss Elizabeth Ryan at sunset he had hurried off in the direction of the near by village as if in a hurry to be away from Belle Baie before dark.

It was close to midnight when the low haunting rumble of drums came drifting an the night breeze, their ghostly beat calling across time and distance calling to the darkest corner of the heart.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Lizzy knew of voodoo lore, most of it had some basis in reality but she still had a hard time believe. She was what most called a sceptic. True to her word she was now even though she was being told the magics were being practiced here on the island.

Following Batard to the hous she saw a icture that gave her the strangest feeling. It looked so much like her. Yet it wasn;t there only subtle differences. Ones most would not even notice but at first glance it truely looked as though Lizzy had a twin.

Suzanne Duval born 1782 – Some say she longs to be reunited with her lover and Master Claude Noir

More legend to add to the story Lizzy thought. She couldn't shake the thought of how much she looked like the young girl. She followed him to her room. He left without so much as word. As though he were in a hurry to get away.

Nightfall came and went. Nothing out of the ordinary happening to Lizzy. She fell into a peacful happy sleep. She faintly heard a calling, a beating of drums. She woke in a kind of haze. Not really knowing what was going on. SHe rose from her bed as though she had done this before. Moving through the house as it were her own. Lizzy headed into the forest unaware of it all.

 

[cgraven]

The night air a soft sensual kiss, tendrils of fog as if ghostly fingers intimately caress the petite blonde beauty. The jungle forest dark and menacing calls to her darkest fears, the tangled branches reaching out for her grasping tearing at her clothing yet the primeval beat of the drums calls too the girl’s darkest passions.

Lights flicker in the moonless dark, the haunting chant of voices, splits the still night. The jungle parts, Black bodies strongly muscled dance round a stone alter; Duskies beauties bared to the waist run their hands over iron bands of their bodies. A dark figure masked presides over the wild ritual. This is not the tourist show this is not for the eyes of the non-believers.

A scream pierces the night; dark eyes turn to the young pale beauty dark hands reach for her, grasp for her supple young body. Her body lifted in to the air carried and then laid before the masked figure of their priest.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Her body being caressed by the wind, the branches of the tress. Everything taking on a sexual nature as Lizzy made her journey deeper into the heart of the forest. Something was calling to her deep inside. Pulling on her darkest desires and fears.

She felt lifted, as though she were floating. Feeling hands on her body body unaware as to who they belonged to. Lizzy's body was not her own. It belonged to the night. The night that had awoken something primative in her. It was something she couldn't control.

Her body was being laid before a man. A man she could not see but something radiated from him deep within. Lizzy felt like she were an offering to him. That she was there to used by him, however he wished.

Only wearing her soft white cotton night gown, her skin became chilled. There is an air of sadness and longing in the air. Of wanteing what is right, what is owed. Lizzy feels it, wants to know more but she only seeing the masked man before her and is drawn to him.

 

[cgraven]

Her body was being laid before a man. ………like she were an offering to him.

Cold eyes from behind that masked devoured her ravishing young body as it lay on the stone alter. Unseen hand drew her dainty wrist above her head to be bound in place, her trim ankles drawn apart and bound She could feel her hair being fanned to form a flaxen hallo around her angelic face. Lizzy was lewdly displayed for his pleasure, helpless to resist or to protect herself she was at the mercy of the hulking, masked, black, priest only her virginal white cotton night gown offered any shred of modesty.

The chanting began to mount in its tempo, the flash of torch light on the gleam surface of a knife. The flat of a blade cool against her warm living flesh. Slowly the gleaming blade slides down the sensual curves of her young body. It slips under the helm of her night gown, the seductive whisper of the thin material as it parts to the blades keen edge. Black hands on silken ivory skin peels back the tatter remains of her last vestige of modesty. All eyes feast on Lizzy pale naked perfection The masked figure bends to claim her lips. His finger tip idly circling the blonde beauty’s right areola the tropical breezes caressing her naked body.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Lizzy feels something cool near her skin, her mind so caught up in the rythmic sounds of the drums she doesn't realise what is happening. The soft cut of the knife opening her gown, baring her to their eyes.

Her nipples harden with a cool breeze that passes. She feels something pulling at her. Her body spread for someone. A warmth is spreading through, not one she has ever felt like this before. A tingling running through her.

A pressure on her lips, causing them to open. Allowing access to whomever is seeking it. Lizzy body begins to burn. A need starting somewhere, wanting something she is unsure of. Seeking out to be calmed, to end the torment.

A soft breeze rufles through her hair. She feels the night touching her body, carressing it as though they were old lovers getting reaquainted with each other. Lizzy lets out a soft moan.

 

[cgraven]

A soft moan and her lips part, his tongue savors the sweetness of her mouth, his tongue dances with hers in urgency as old as time it’s self. As this dark stranger possesses her dark hands caress Lizzy alabaster skin. Mystic symbols in crimson are drawn on her outstretched palms, on the arch of her spread and bound feet. A scared symbol of the serpent is emblazed on Tizzy’s inner thigh its forked tongue questing for her sacred treasure.


The beat of the drum increases to a blinding tempo the chanting building to a frenzied crescendo. It seems that the symbols that adorn her perfect young body come alive, slithering embracing her even as the masked giant kneels between her thighs. His eyes hold hers in their unblinking gaze, hold her soft sappier blue eyes captive as surely as her supple young body is bound to the stone alter. His ebony body lowers to Lizzy’s creamy ivory form, his iron cored lust brushes her inner thigh as his mouth inhales her peaked and puckered nipple.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Lizzy's eyes never left the man's. She watched him move along her body, feeling symbols drawn on it. She sighed as she felt him near her. Not knowing exactly what she wanted only hoping it would be given.

There was a deep burning coming from her. Something dark and unknown. She had never felt it and he was calling to her. She could only give in. Give herself over to what he wanted.

Feeling his wet, warm mouth close over his nipple brought chills through her form. She wanted to to touch him but could not. Not understandin Lizzy arched against him. Trying to have more of him touch her.

She felt like a wanton under the cover of night. The pull of the moon, something was incontrol this night. It wasn't her, she had never wanted, needed like this. Her body was not hers.

 

[cgraven]

The blonde goddess’s stunning young body arched to his suckling mouth as she strained against the bounds that held her a helpless captive to his will. Lizzy’s pale flaxen perfection a chaste offering to the lust of the jungle spirits. Her masked ebony master’s teeth gated across her throbbing nipple, his body arched he knelt up between her alabaster thighs his massive hands encircled her trim wasp waist . His eyes held hers captive, the fine sheen of sweat that coated the bound beauty glistened a pale golden hue in the flickering torch light. He drew her hips to the velvet crown of his cock, the chanting built to a crescendo and at the peek of it, the ebony giant thrust his hips forward impaling the golden beauty on his iron-cored cock.

There was only a moment of silence then a new more violent and primal chant was taken up. It was if by claiming the bound girl a gate had been opened to another world a world of dark swirling sprits. Even as the ebony giant thrust into Lizzy Ryan claiming her tight young body, spirits of the past seemed to clutch at her hair, their ghostly hands intimately caressing her naked body as the masked priest continued to enjoy her sweet tight body.

 

[molly_hunter28]

She felt him invaid her body, only it felt more like a welcoming. Her voice letting out a soft moan of pleasure. Lizzy felt almost as if she were being split into the pleasure making her feel dizzy with need. She sould feel his hand on her hips guiding his rod into her softness, Lizzy's folds clutching around him.

Hands were touching her, not only his but others. She didn't care, they pulled at her hair. Tugging deliciously at her nipples with ghostly hands. She arched her back towards them. There touch turning to a craving that had long been denied.

Lizzy let out a scream as one hand pinched her nipple. Her body tightening further aroung the masked man's hardness. She was being pushed and pulled from all directions as she lay there spread for the taking.

 

[cgraven]

Lizzy let out a scream as one hand pinched her nipple. Her body tightening further around the masked man's hardness. She was being pushed and pulled from all directions as she lay there spread for the taking.

Ripe for the taking her ebony master trusted into her soft rose pink pussy His massive black cock claiming her stretching her petite body. The chanting became a howling of the living and the spirits that now feasted on Lizzy arched and offered body. They took their pleasure hands caressing fingers pinching and tugging at her taunt throbbing nipples, ghostly nails racked across tender and aroused flesh.

Suddenly her bounds where cut free at last to do more then just passively live their. She could feel the cock that stretched her begin to swell, it would not be long before she would be flooded with his hot scalding cum. His eyes where smoldering with lust his hands now gripped her firm derrière, nails biting into those perfect globes. With each power thrust now, his heavily laden sack slapped her firm tight derrière. He took the wanton beauty as she had never been taken before.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Lizzy fet a fire burning, one that was raging out of control. It was burning and building inside her. She yearned to put it out. She writhed against the teasing, tortured hands that grasped her flesh. Wanting relief, begging for it with unheard cries.

The pounding become deeper, harder. Pressing into taking like she had never been before. Turning her wild with desire. Making her want this moment over and over again. Her body being sent up in flames. Lizzy couldn't help but scream as she found the release she hadn't known she craved.

It carried through the night, lingering on unseen ears. Her body cluthing around the masked man. Begging him to continue his thrusts. Asking him to take her higher. To bring forth another shatter argasm. One that would bring her body back to search for this release again.

 

[cgraven]

Lizzy couldn't help but scream. It carried through the night, lingering on unseen ears. Her body clutching around the masked man.

The young blonde was lost in a swirling world of dark pleasure as the ebony stranger played her supple young body as if it where a fine instrument and he the master of it. Yet he was not the only one to enjoy the pale golden beauty’s sweet charms. Unseen ghostly hands continued to caress her, cold phantom lips claimed her sweet moist ripe lips, their ghostly tongues raping her mouth. When she screamed out her release her body bucking and thrashing under her ebony master………………….

Miss Elizabeth Ryan woke in the bedroom of Belle Baie the early morning sunlight streaming in to the room. Her pale alabaster body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her night gown lay torn and crumpled on the floor. Had it been a dream brought on by the legends of Belle Baie? It had felt so real an d yet she found herself in the same bed she had gone to the night before.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Lizzy woke from her bed fully rested but without her gown. It lay crumpled on the foor. Holding the sheet close to her body she picked it up and held it open. It looked like a knfe had cut it.

A knife....

Had it been real? Couldn't of, was just the legend seeping into her brain. The tails of the young girl who was brought to the forest to be taken by the preist. That was all, nothing more.

Then how had her gown ended up on the floor like it had. Lizzy shook her head in wonder. Laying the gown on the bed she stood and went to get dressed. Today she wanted the man to show her more of the plantation. She wanted to begin photographing it today.

The sooner she began, the sooner she was sure her dreams would no longer include this tale of voodoo lore. Not that Lizzy didn't believe. She did, that was the problem. If she believe it could happen then, then surely it could happen now.

 

[cgraven]

Paul Batard was not in a pleasant mood he disliked the young blonde, this Lizzy Ryan. She was a foreigner an interloper who did not belong here. Belle Baie was not for her or her kind anymore. He bristled at the minister’s admonition that Miss Elizabeth Ryan was to have free access and allowed to go anywhere she wished in connection with her story.

He was covered with a fine sheen of sweat when he arrived at the manor house. His thin cotton shirt clung to him like a second skin, his muscles well defined as he held his anger in check.

“Mademoiselle Ryan would you like to see where the rebels held Suzanne Duval captive where Claude Noir took her and through Voodoo made her his slave?”

His voice seemed to mock her with tales for tourists. He swept his hand toward the jungle, that deep, humid, primeval forest where anything was possible.

 

[molly_hunter28]

Lizzy sensed his anger, could feel it coming from him. She had no idea why she was the cause. She had been sent here and would do her job. Mr Batard would just have to get used to her being here.

She had pulled her hair up, the heat already reaching a leval she was not used to. Her body glistened as they stepped into the sun. Following Mr Batard she heard him mention the the legend. Her mind breifly thought of her gown.

"I need to see everything that deals with the legend. The places, anything at all if you would please," she said trying to hide her own anger.

She looked to where he was pointing. Lizzy felt like she had been there, experiencing a case of dejavu. SHe shook and began following the man before her.

 

[cgraven]

"I need to see everything that deals with the legend. The places, anything at all if you would please,"

Paul Batard did not so much notice the strain in the young blonde’s voice as he noticed her firm young breast as they strained against the thin cotton of Lizzy’s blouse when pulled her hair up and off her neck. The heat of the day and the fine sheen of sweat that glistened in the strong tropical sun make the young woman’s blouse translucence in short order leaving little or nothing to Batard’s imagination when it came to her charms.

“Aller, we go Mademoiselle.”

Batard set a brisk pace as he lead Lizzy across the lawns of Belle Baie Pass the slave cabin where he had pressed her to the wall, had let her know that he, not she was master here now. They had been walking about an hour the heat and humidity of the jungle oppressive. Batard paused, striped away his shirt, and tied it around his waist. He smiled as he let his eyes boldly devour Lizzy’s supple young body her shirt now transparent whit her own sweat.

“There is a pool a head where you can wash your face if you wish Mademoiselle.”

The young blonde found out just ahead was 15 more minutes of hiking. As the cool pool came into view, Batard shed his shorts end dove in. He was naked as the day he was born.