The Gift (closed for ebony venus)

[slowandeasy]

Richard Emerson CT 3, 407 49 3663 reporting for duty sir.

Rich smiled, remembering that bright October day he had come aboard the USS Ridgeland three years ago. Now that it was behind him he considered himself lucky to have had the experience of serving aboard this ship and the resulting opportunity to visit a variety of ports of call, up and down the coast of South and Central America and the islands in the Caribbean. Having lived all of his life in a small town in North Dakota it had been an adventure he would never forget. That valuable life experience and an education in electronics communication had made his stint in the Navy all that he had wanted it to be. Another month and he would be out. Four years was enough, he was more than ready to get back into civilian clothes, set down roots find a job, a girlfrined, maybe even get married, have children, buy a piece of land, build a house, live like normal people.

He had avoided getting involved in any long term relationships while in the service. He had seen right away after boot camp that it was a precarious act to perform, balancing Navy life with long distance love. Not for him, he had decided and now he was glad he had. He’d be able to devote himself totally to a relationship, once he had fulfilled his military obligation. One last shakedown cruise, one last routine exercise and upon returning to Norfolk Va. he would find his discharge papers waiting for him.

Of course there would be one last attempt by his division officer to reinlist, promising him shore duty, more education and a tempting bonus. He might consider ‘reupping’ but it had been the experience of many of his shipmates that those promises didn’t always materialize and had seen a lot of disappointed sailors doing their second term reluctantly. But that would be after this one last port of call, Kingston Jamaica, three days of R&R, one last time in the Carribean and one last trip home to the states.


Dust flew as the taxi skidded around the corner, leaving the cobblestone street to head up a narrow dirt road. A cloud of chickens rose in front of it as the driver narrowly missed a cart full of vegetables coming from the opposite direction. The buxom lady pushing it from behind let loose with a string of profanity that would have burned even a sailors ears if any one of the taxis passengers could have translated it into English. The taxi driver seemed oblivious of her very existence as he accelerated in order to maintain his vehicles momentum up and over a steep rise in the terrain. Once the automobile was on level ground again he turned to the four occupants huddled tightly in the back and smiled.

"See my friends, it is beautiful is it not just like I promised. Not waiting for an answer he continued as he pointed to the view in front of them and to the right towards the sea. “The view at sunset is even more spectacular and while you are here please accept the hospitality of some of the loveliest women Jamaica has to offer. He turned to the left to point in that direction.

Rich hadn't heard his last comment as the view was breathtaking if one overlooked the rows of crowded tin roofed shacks, the unkempt yards and piles of junk that led to the beach and water, which was beautiful. The Caribbean sea stretched westward into the unblemished sky. Between the horizon and the white sandy beach a coral reef separated the deep blue sea from a spacious bay, a lighter, blue green crystal clear circle of shimmering liquid beauty. “That's where we should be.” he lamented to his three companions.

This was where they had planned to go when they had hailed the taxi parked waiting on the dock. They were told however that the beach was closed. “ Why, just yesterday a young swimmer had been badly mauled by a shark. It happens at this time of year my friends, the sharks come into the bay it is not safe to snorkel or even to go near the reef .”

He had already put the taxi in gear and was heading down the waterfront while he made several suggestions of how his passengers might like to spend the afternoon in the fabulous city of Kingston. Rich noticed the meter was ticking away and thought he’d better confer with his buddies and decide just what they were going to do instead of exploring the reef.

“How about getting something to eat, maybe check out the national art museum, a botanical garden perhaps do some shopping." They mumbled among themselves for a minute until the driver broke in with his suggestion. I'm truly sorry to disappoint you again, but it is siesta and all the shops and restaurants are closed, the museum also but if you’ve a mind to do some sightseeing I am at your disposal until four o'clock when siesta is over.

Rich looked at his watch 3:00 p.m., he wondered how much it would cost them to ride around in a taxi for the next hour. The driver seemed to have read his mind. “My rates by the hour are very reasonable. he said smiling broadly.

“Like how much.” one of the four asked.

“Ten dollars?” the driver said hesitantly.

“Deal.” Rich had said quickly, divided by four that was 2.50 a piece, it would save a lot of shoe leather. Then he added. “Mind if I sit up front it’s damn crowded back here.”

“Come on up," was the answer as the cab had screeched to a halt.

Rich had no more than got inside and handed him a ten, when off they went again careening through the cobblestone streets, the driver pointing proudly at a number of statues and buildings of obvious interest and pride to him.

“How about some scenic stuff?.” one of the guys in back had shouted and that was when they had headed up the hill into a different part of town.

Rich recovered from th stunning view and turned to look to the left where the driver was now pointing. A large wrought iron gate stood ajar creating an opening in a similarly fashioned fence that stretched both ways as far as one could see. Above the gate a wrought iron arch fashioned with metal branches and leaves spelled out the words BLUEBERRY HILL. A taxi just ahead of them followed the curving driveway that led to a courtyard in the distance. They watched it as it came to a stop and four sailors tumbled out. A number of other white uniforms could be seen sitting or milling around what appeared to be an open air bar. Colorful Japanese lanterns hung on sagging line between poles. “ I’m thirsty.” a voice from the back said. “Can we get something to drink here.” The driver beamed and cranking the cab to the left sped through the gate.

Rich had a sinking feeling when the driver said. :Enjoy yourselves, I’ll be back.” and sped away as fast as he came. He realized the scenic tour was over. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw the driver stop momentarily at what looked to be an office a hundred yards beyond, get out and make some sort of exchange with a woman who met him at the door.

They’d been ‘had’. Plain and simple, this was the drivers destination from the beginning, Rich began to doubt the shark story, realizing that as he had gazed down on the beach there had been a number of swimmers and boats in the bay.

His contemplation was interrupted by a woman's voice. “Hey Sailor, would you like to buy me a drink?” Looking past her, past the courtyard with its bar and bandstand, tucked into the shrubbery and trees were a number of clapboard cabins, once painted in bright colors now fading in the afternoon sun. Rich groaned, it wasn’t that he hadn’t frequented one of these kinds of establishments before or that he had anything against the exchange of sexual favors for money. It was just that he wasn’t in the mood. It wasn’t what he had planned for his last Naval trip to the Caribbean.

Well, he’d catch the next taxi out of here and head back to the waterfront. Start over, there was still plenty of daylight for the beach.

“Would you like a beer." another voice asked The first voice had wandered off looking for someone more responsive and he nodded to the new ‘girl’.
Nursing his beer he looked back toward the gate. Halfway up the driveway a woman made her way cautiously as if she was as unfamiliar with her surroundings as he was. He looked again as four or five of his shipmates seeing her coming headed in her direction. There was something different about this strikingly beautiful black woman Rich couldn’t put his finger on why it but he didn’t believe she was a prostitute like the other women who milled about in the courtyard.

He watched as Edward's a tall dark-haired man from the ship who was well known for his abusive attitude toward women particularly ones of a different race or ethnic background than himself, lurch toward the woman.

Rich dropped his beer bottle and sprinted toward the group. He heard Edward's slur some profanity and grab her arm.

“Hold it.” he said. “I already paid for that one and even though she’s a whore she's still a lady.” Edwards looked up. Rich who was six two, two hundred and twenty pounds, broad shouldered and with a dark ruddy complexion was an imposing figure, not many men messed with him even those who knew him well learned he was a ‘gentle giant’, who's bad side you’d better stay away from.

Edwards dropped the woman's arm and shrugged.
"Suit yourself, there's plenty more where she came from." He lumbered towards the bar and another beer.

The woman stood still for a moment and then turned and headed down the hill. “If she's your woman you'd better go after her.” someone sneered suspecting that he’d been bluffing Edwards.

“Aw, there’s more like her at the bar.” Rich answered not very convincingly. He had a feeling there were very few like her. Even in her peril she had held her head high, dignity and inner strength had shown in her eyes throughout the whole ordeal. Somehow Rich felt she could have handled the situation without his intervention but now that it was over he was glad he had stepped in. She turned and gave him a fleeting look which he took to be a brief thank you. Instinctively he moved towards her, wanting to give her an explanation for his behavior. As she hailed a cab that had just unloaded another group of white uniforms and was heading toward the gate he approached her. “Miss.” he said hesitantly “I just wanted to apologize for calling you a whor... I mean, saying those things to get that guy off your back..” He hung his head realizing he wasn’t doing very well.

He started again, “Miss.” I’m headed downtown, maybe... we could share the cab.” Again he kept his eyes downcast, feeling he had no right to expect her acquiesce yet hoping she would say yes.

 

[EbonyVenus]

Simone Troy

Simone Troy was very good at what she did. Some called her a Dominatrix others called her a Bitch, but the men whom she had taught the art of submission called her Princess and begged to be in her presence. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and most times got it. She didn’t play games are try to change people minds about what she did. She was a Dominatrix and men and sometimes women paid her to dominate them and they paid very well. She had recently moved from New York to Kingston, to escape the unwanted attentions of an ex client, who couldn’t seem to take no for an answer.

No one really knew her age but she told people that she was in her early 30’s but no one really believed it. She had the youthful look of a 21yro, but her hazel brown eyes showed the maturity of a woman far older then that. Her ebony skin was flawless. Her long jet-black hair was often weaved in hundred of little braids that spilled down her back and kissed the base of her spine. Her body was a thing of pure perfection. Every morning she swam in the sea allowing the waves to tone her body and ran on the beach because she loved the freedom it offered.

Simone was a free sprit who hated to be restrained, which was sometimes the reason she got into so much trouble. Like today, she was moving thru the streets of Kingston in search of the club she was suppose to meet her friends at. Now she realized she should have taken Triad with her. Triad was her play toy slash bodyguard. She was new to the city and it wasn’t always smart for a woman to travel alone. And today was one of those days. By the look of the living conditions she could tell she was lost.


“Shit!” she muttered as she dialed his cell phone.

“Hello Triad, yes this is Princess. I am well thank you. How do you get to the Crazy 8 club from,” She looked around unsure exactly where she was.

“Excuse me Miss where is this?” the prostitute grin wicked and told her she was in the Blueberry Hill district. As she relayed the message to Triad she heard him mutter server well placed cursed, then he slipped into his native language. As she listen a sea of white shirts quickly moved towards her. Navy men, all young and all cocky thinking that the world owed them something. Simone knew it was best to avoid them, but it would seem that they had other plans for her.

Just great she thought, could her day get any worse? And just to prove it could one of the men said her a few names that had Triad screaming through the phone. Without thought, she dropped the phone in her purse and prepared herself to fight or reason with the drunken man. Though she was afraid, she knew to show it would be a mistake. But just as she stated to pull away, she heard a soft yet determined voice

“Hold it.” he said. “I already paid for that one and even though she’s a whore she's still a lady.”

And that’s when she saw him. He had to be well over six feet tall. He was one of the biggest men she had ever seen. He was even bigger then her Triad. Thighs the size of tree trunks and broad shoulders, he was not a man you wanted to upset and the kind of men she tried to stay away from. But hearing him call her a whore angered her enough that she forgot about his size and that he could easily brake her in two. She stood to her full 5 foot 2 inch height and looked her nose at him, forgetting the other men around her. When the man released her arm, she didn’t wait she quickly turned and left the Giant with his friends.

And when he said, “Aw, there’s more like her at the bar.” She anger strides quicken. She needed to get away from those fools before she said something she couldn't take back. She had dealt with his type before, thinking all women were whores for his use.

As she reached the end of the lane, she saw a cab and quickly hailed it. As she looked back, she again saw the Giant making his way towards her and instead of being frighten she felt something more. This time she looked at his face and was shocked at the sudden tighten of desire she felt in her belly.

When he spoke his voice had changed for the brisk tone he used with his friends, to a soft gentle soothing tone

“Miss.” he said hesitantly “I just wanted to apologize for calling you a whor... I mean, saying those things to get that guy off your back..”


That he stumbled over the word Whore shocked her, then she realized that he had been trying to help her, not offend her.

He started again, “Miss.” I’m headed downtown, maybe... we could share the cab.” Again he kept his eyes downcast

His behavior showed that he was submissive in nature, she wondered if he knew it. For some reason she couldn’t name she wanted to learn more about this man.

Just as she was about to except his offer, another car skidded quickly to a halt beside the cab and Triad and 3 of his friends jump out, and hurried towards the Gentle Giant with anger in their eyes.

Without thought, Simone quickly threw herself before the Giant. She looked silly trying to protect a man so big. But the look in her ebony eyes was deadly serious.

“Please move my Princess, he will not speak to you in such a manner and live to talk about it.” Triad said his voice soft and angry as he moved closer to stand towering over her.

Triad was 6 foot even and his body was well defined, he spent many hours in the gym, head complete shaved bald. Triad would not allow any harm to come to her. He often told her he had to protect her from herself. Even if the meant physically removing her, he would expect her punishment later.

Simone spoke softly allow her voice to sooth Triad as nothing else could “ He has not harmed me, Triad tell your friends to move away from him.”

Triad stood his eyes trained upon the Giant waiting for him to make a move. She knew if she moved Triad might not attack but his friends would. So she moved backing slowly pressing her small frame against the Giant hard body, knowing that Triad would not allow anyone to hurt her.

She knew if they got into a fight, someone would be hurt. The Navy had too many men around and Triad and his friends were natives, the others in the village would not allow the Navy men to harm them.

Simone prayed that the Giant would not do anything stupid, like touch her.

“He will not come to any harm Triad, or I will be very displeased.”

But just as her words seem to penetrate Triads brain the other Navy men started to noticed the Three Black men surrounded one of there own…

Well Damn she thought, what now..

 

[slowandeasy]

Richard Emerson

“Oh Shit!” Rich said under his breath. He knew that at any second all hell could break loose and it would be on his head. He cursed himself for following this ‘Princess’ as her friend Triad had called her, down the hill. There was no doubt that she was indeed ‘a princess’. Rich felt it in her very demeanor. Her presence demanded his respect. This feeling came to him from her and from this man she addressed as Triad, who’s speech and actions revealed a great deal more meaning than simply friendship. He could tell in his eyes and in his voice that he would do anything to keep her from harm.

Harm was not his intent but he had precious little time to prove to the angry black man and his three friends that his intentions were if not entirely innocent, at least honorable. He knew better than to move, not even lift his arms or turn his head knowing that any change in his position could be misinterpreted. The woman had moved back against him, he could feel the warmth of her body even though she was barely touching him. Her physical contact and her tone of voice told him that she was protecting him. And he wondered why. Why she did not rush into this man Triads arms and tell him and his friends, just to take her from this place? That would have solved the whole problem. But as he had discovered she was not just any ordinary woman, looking for a man to take charge. She was taking charge, because she knew that her four friends would not be satisfied with distancing themselves from the situation. They remained here to right a wrong that they thought had been committed against her.

Rich knew in his heart even though it was a huge misunderstanding they had reason to be provoked. He also knew that violence would not solve the problem regardless of the outcome, and somehow felt it was up to him to bring this confrontation to an end. Again he felt the woman's warmth and thought of her and him as being connected by this same resolution.

In the corner of his eye he saw Edwards heading down the hill, he was too far away to hear the words clearly but the expression he knew was coming from Edwards’ mouth he had heard many times before,

“Mother-fucking nigers!.’ rang silently across the distance. Added by. “Let’s get ‘em boys.” , as he turned to signal a half dozen sailors behind him to follow. Rich's' gaze instinctively returned to the four black men waiting for his next move. He saw them momentarily cringe at the racial slur and felt the energy of anger in the air.

Now he was angry. “Let me handle those bastards!” he spat out vehemently as he looked straight in the eyes of the woman’s protector. He hadn’t forgot about the woman. She didn’t deserve the degradation of being witness to a bloody brawl. His anger released he said softly yet firmly to her. “ I’m sorry..... Princess. there's no other way.”

He stepped back and whirled. In a dozen long strides he was halfway up the hill. He didn’t know if four black men were behind him or if they were, what their intentions were. It didn’t matter now what the outcome would be, he knew who's side he was on. Edwards stopped ten feet away from him, a confused look on his face as he saw the anger in Rich’s eyes. “Who’s side you on, Worm.!” he sneered, as he took two more hesitant steps forward. The men behind him had stopped, this sudden change made them feel uneasy. They looked at the two men waiting for one of them to move.

Edwards’ challenge went unanswered, even though his use of the word ‘worm’ made the hair stand up on the back of Rich's neck. The name ‘bookworm’ had been attached to him soon after he had come aboard the Ridgeland by a number of his shipmates when they had discovered his favorite recreation was reading. He hadn’t minded, as it was better than the impersonal use of his last name Emerson which was the customary way to be addressed in the service. Edwards degrading variation of it made him grimace but it didn’t fuel the anger that he kept in control while he waited, he knew Edwards was over the top and would make the first mistake.

He did just that and whether it was because he heard a noise or saw something behind Rich’s back didn’t matter. Rich took the opportunity to take one step forward and catch him on the blind side with a balled up fist. The unexpected blow caused Edwards to crumble and lower his bruised face into his hands. Rich’s other hand chopped the back of his neck and he went down.

Rich looked up at the remaining men. “Anyone going down there has to go through me.”

 

[EbonyVenus]

Jasmine Troy

Jasmine stiffened when she heard the man’s offensive words. She was use to his type but for some reason she thought the man standing behind her would be different, that he would not be friends with such men. She didn’t know why but she felt a little disappointed

“ I’m sorry..... Princess. there's no other way.”

Jasmine felt a small shiver touch her spine when he called her Princess, unknowing that it was a name not many men had the privilege to use. As she turn to watch him run back up the hill a shiver of dread passed though her. Triad tried to pass her, but was stopped by a single lift of her small hand. She didn’t have to speak Triad understood her perfectly. She watched as the Gentle Giant spoke to his friends, but his next action shocked her. He knocked the offensive man to the ground in two swift hits, and then challenged the other. She became afraid for this man she didn’t know and his actions touched her greatly in more ways then they should have.

She whispered to Triad. “Protect him as you would me, I do not wish him hurt,” and move to enter the cab that Triad and his friends had just existed. When Triad started to protest she whispered very softly” I want him.” She said as she gave Triad the scarf from round her neck. And that was all she said before closing the door and giving the driver her home address. Triad would protect the giant with his life and afterwards he would offer the man the honor of meeting his Princess and becoming her personal property. If the man agreed that would be good… if he didn’t then.. would do what it took to make him agree

Jasmine watched him until the cab drove out of sight wondering what was wrong with her. It had been a long time since she had been touched so. The last one to do it was Carlos and she still felt the pain of his lost. She was lost in silent thoughts as the cab drove her to her destination. She did not have time for this. She was still trying to get away from Tony. She shivered even thinking of his name. Yes, it was too soon to even think of taking on a new client, and she didn’t even know if this new man was submissive. But she remember how he keep his eyes trained downward, and the respectful way he had said her name. He was submissive but he probably didn’t know it. And he probably would resist it to the bitter end. He most likely had never even talked to a black woman let alone served as her person slave. He was everything that she always stayed away from, yet she still wanted him!

Jasmine signed, and decided she would not take this man on, when he came to her place she would tell him it all was a mistake and send him on his way, then she would go back to her life of retirement.

 

[slowandeasy]

Richard Emerson

Edwards had gone down like a ton of bricks. Rich looked up at the six sailors behind him who were standing still, their mouths hanging open their eyes staring in disbelief. Edwards started getting to his feet and then he stopped and stared with the others. Rich suddenly realized they were not staring at him but behind him and before he could act he heard the rustle of cloth and felt it tighten in a loop around his neck. Knowing better than to struggle, causing it to tighten against his throat and cut off his breathing he waited for the person holding it behind him to make his next move. He felt a hard body against his back and his plan was to bend down, back up and throw his assailant forward over his head and shoulders. Waiting turned out to be a mistake as he felt a firm thumb pressing deeply into the side of his face against a soft spot just below his ear, creating an excruciating pain that numbed his whole body. The numbing was followed by shards of white light against his tightly closed eyelids, his last recollection before giving in to the blackness of loosing consciousness

Edwards and his friends watched in horror. They hadn’t expected anything so bizarre could be happening. Before they could bring themselves to act, a taxi screeched to a halt and as two of the men pulled the rear door open the other two picked up Rich’s limp body and tossed him in. After getting him upright, three of them piled in with him and the other jumped in front with the driver.

“Oh my god!” somebody find the shore patrol!” Peterson one of Rich's friends who had ridden with him up to Blueberry hill shouted.

He had stood back not wanting to get involved thinking that Rich could take care of himself, he usually did. he looked frantically around for his two friends, they were nowhere in sight and he realized with a sinking feeling that the last time he had seen either one of them they were each heading for one of the dilapidated cabins with the 'girl' of their choice in tow.

The rest of the sailors were only shipmates from other divisions he barely knew and wasn’t sure he could even trust. Edwards glared at him. "The Worm had it coming." He shouted. He was defending those black bastards and they turned on him. He should’a known better."

Peterson looked at a sea of faces that seemed to be in agreement with Edwards. “Yeah.” one of them said “He’s a big boy, let him take care of himself.” Another piped up “ Better we just keep our mouths shut go back to what we were doing before worm fucked things up. Besides if we make a fuss the shore patrol will declare this place ‘off-limits’ and what do we do then, tour the art museum."

This last comment caused uneasy laughter to erupt, followed by mumbles of agreement as they made their way up the hill. The ‘girls’ came to meet them, anxious themselves for things to get back to normal.

Peterson moved to the shadows trying to make himself invisible, looking for a chance to get the hell out of this place. What he could do for Emerson he hadn’t figured out. Maybe they were right, He could take care of himself, if he wasn’t back to the ship by midnight he’d tell someone. The whole situation was really weird and somebody needed to do something about it.
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As Rich slowly regained consciousness he discovered that his hands were tied securely behind his back and he was in a moving vehicle. He was surrounded by bodies, how many he could not tell as the scarf he had been gagged with was now around his eyes. He only knew that the road was getting smoother and not as much dust blew into an open window as the car sped down the road.. By the conversations of the other occupants of the speeding auto he knew there were at least four, maybe five counting the driver. Although he couldn’t understand the language they spoke he could feel agitation and anger in their voices. There seemed to be a dispute and he sensed it was about him. The voice in the front was that of the one called Triad, Rich wouldn’t forget that voice. He wanted to speak to express his anger and frustration with this turn of events but thought it best to keep his mouth shut, get his bearings and try to figure out what might be going to happen next. The fact that he was blindfolded led him to believe that they were taking him someplace where he couldn’t get back to later. That meant that eventually they were planing on releasing him. He breathed a sigh of relief that at least improved his odds of coming out of this alive. But when and why? Was this some kind of ransom situation was he being kidnapped? Again ,the question. Why? He was of no value to them that he could think of. Although he had a security clearance and had access to a certain amount of 'privileged' information He knew nothing that the country of Jamaica would possibly be interested in. The cold war was over the Berlin wall had come down, Russia had problems of their own. All was quiet around South America, No hint of any serious communist threat. Viet Nam far behind and even though the Navy did a discrete amount of surveillance in the Caribbean, there would be no cause for a political unrest. From what he had observed earlier from his assailants appearance and demeanor they were clean cut and well dressed, not a bunch of disgruntled drug crazed dopeheads looking for thrills. It just didn’t make sense. He took a deep breath, it was hot and his head was aching his throat on fire, The woman's scent on the scarf that covered his eyes reminded him of ‘her’, the woman they called princess, the reason for his present situation. Was she the leader of this determined group. It had appeared to be the case. Had she given the orders to bring him somewhere, to her maybe. He hoped that could be the plan, at least he thought he could get to the bottom of this if he had a chance to talk to her. He had a lot of questions, he hoped she had the answers. With that in mind he relaxed.. For the next half hour he just closed his eyes and waited.

 

[EbonyVenus]

Simone's Displeasure

Simone was sitting in her office looking over her shock report when she heard a commotion in foyer. She was unconcerned about the person’s identity; very few people knew her home address. But as she opened her offices doors she was shocked speechless. Before her stood the giant American who were struggling against Triad’s two enormous friends. . His hands had been tired behind his back and her scarf had been used to blindfold him. But what upset her most was the look of pain the spasm across his handsome face.

“Release him now” she said softly in patois < Jamaican language> Her voice a mere whisper but her ebony eyes dark and angry. Triad dismissed the men before moving to her and lowering his eyes.
The men immediately released the American causing him to stumble forward before he righted himself. At hearing her voice he too stopped his struggles and stood up straight anger in every line of his big strong body.
“I brought him to you as you asked my Princess.” Triad also spoke in patois
“Thank you, but I am displeased, he looks hurt Triad and that in turns hurts me.”
Triad looked pained because his Mistress was displeased and hurt.
“He is not hurt, he is just weak, but I am sorry my Princess how may I make this up to you?” Triad said, his hate for the American growing with every displeasure of his Mistress.

“You can not at this time, please leave me for now.” She said an slowly walked towards the man that stop

Simone didn’t watch Triad leave, her full attention was focused on the man before her.
“I am sorry for this inconvenient,” she gently whispered her voice soothing as her hand gently removed the blindfold. She felt his hard body stiffen, before he relaxed at her gentle touch. Simone allowed herself the pleasure of caressing his soft hair as she looked into his blinking eyes.

“Triad misunderstood my orders.” She said as she moved around him. He again stiffened when he heard the sound of her ever present switch blade ease from its shaft. He didn’t know where she keep it but he could tell it was very sharp, because it slice through the ropes as easy as butter. As the ropes fell from his hand she quickly step back not sure of his reactions

When he turned towards her, the blade was again hidden. He was very handsome, but she was still unsure of him. When he spoke his voice sent shivers of desire racing through her.
“What were your orders to him and why does he listen to you. Are you some type of Jamaican royalty?” he asked with a slight smile that eased the tension between them.
“No I am not, I am just a woman, and he calls me Princess because I am I his Mistress.” At the word Mistress she saw that he did have an ideal of what that meant.

“I told him that I wanted you, but instead of inviting you to visit my home as I thought he would do, he abducted you. Again please forgive this inconvenience, I will have another driver return you to your Base, and Triad will be punished.”

As if dismissing him she turned to walk to her office but was instantly stop as his hands eased around her waist pulling her against his hard frame. Simone was well trained in the art of self- defense. She could have easily gotten loose and called for help, but she didn’t. She patiently waited on his next move. His erotic essence surrounded her, tickling her with desire.

 

[slowandeasy]

Richard

Richard had no idea what his next move would be now that he held her securely in his arms. Nor did he have any idea why he had made that first move, the one that had brought him to this decisive crossroads.

Most of his questions had not yet been answered and yet he had let go of his anger and frustration. Instead he felt a rush of desire coursing through his body, a desire to take this new development to a new level. She wasn’t resisting his closeness, in fact she seemed to be welcoming it. He knew that if she wanted she could break away from his control with little effort. In effect it was not him in control but her, waiting expectantly for the next move that he was unable to take.

In the fleeting seconds while he held her, he felt her heartbeat, he heard the rush of breath entering and leaving her body, he became aroused by the firm, yet soft roundness of her backside against his groin. He inhaled the scent of her hair, and tasted the musky saltiness on the damp skin on the side of her neck,

He knew what he wanted, what he needed but not this way, Even though she had told him she was not a princess, putting them on more equal ground, but just a normal woman, even though she had touched him so gently but erotically, letting him know that she desired him as well, he could not take the next step. To give in to her control and his need.

“Hey, he said softly as he released her and stepped back. She turned, her dark eyes sought him out. For a moment he met her gaze and then he looked away, towards the door. “Maybe I should go." He hoped she wouldn’t think he was rejecting her. He needed to explain, but what could he say. If she knew him better she would understand If he knew her better he wouldn’t be afraid of hurting her. Hell, he didn’t even know her name nor did she know his.

“Hey,” he said again this time with more resolve though he still faced the door as he spoke. “This afternoon... a hell of a way to start... I mean ...” He sucked in his breath and turned to face her again. “Lets just start over... ok." He glanced quickly at his watch, then back into her eyes.. “It’s 8:00 , If I don’t get back to the ship tonight all hell is going to break loose, someone is sure to report me missing and if I don’t come up with some answers....Who knows what will happen. It’s not about me that I’m concerned. I’m done with my military service in less than a month anyway. It’s just that They’ll make an issue out of something that started out as just a simple misunderstanding, and only make matters worse”

Rich had run out of steam. hH lowered his head and said quietly. “Maybe I should go.....unless...” He heard the rustle of cloth and looked up to see her arms crossed and a look of amusement in her eyes,
"Very well she said evenly, I’ll get you a driver.Do you need the blindfold or will you promise me that you’ll forget where you’ve been. She waved the scarf at him and smiled. "Hey, nice knowing you Mr...."

Rich smiled back, Richard, my name's Richard, and yes I can forget where I’ve been...unless.

“Unless what, Richard,”

"Unless...tomorrow in the morning after I set things straight with the Navy... I remeber my way back...that is... if that works for you.

 

[EbonyVenus]

Simone Troy

Simone couldn’t help but smile as he stumbled over his words. Yes, he definitely needed her to dominate him. She wondered if he realized how submissive he really was. The way he wouldn’t look her in the eye, how he held her as if she was a baby that he was afraid to harm, how he offered her himself without words but actions.

She still could remember the feel of his hard body next to hers, how it stiffen with sexual tension and so much more. He was like a virgin in her world. She had seen and done a lot of things that would probably shock the hell out of him. There was so much to learn and see and she wasn’t sure if he really was ready to explore them all. Hell, she didn’t know if she was ready for that. After all she was suppose to be retired, her last client had shown her more then she ever wanted to see. And she hoped that she would never see him or anyone in his organization again. She shuddered with renewed fear remembering what had taken place with her last client. Without thought, her arms folded around her as if to ward off the cool chill that touched her bronzed skin.


No, she would not take another client, but this Richard wouldn’t be a client. She could probably get him to pay for her services but she didn’t want that from him. She wanted him to be her total person body slave. And since she started in this business she had only had one man who she desired enough to make that…. That had been Thomas, and since his deaf she had not felt this over powering need to control and teach a man to please her, until now.

His words made her smile.
... I may remember my way back...that is... if that works for you.

His words touched her but she wanted him to know the seriousness of his words.
“ If you find your way back to me you will never leave again unless I command it, so be sure,” she said as she offered him her scarf again knowing that would be the only thing that would gain him access into her home if he did come back. Then she turned away from him and her desires to own him and went to find a driver to take this man back to his ship and out of her life.

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Her heart felt heavy as she heard the car pull away taking Richard back to his ship. She didn’t even know him she chide herself mentally. He could be as brutish and nasty as his friends at the dock. They were as different as night and day. He had obviously never been a slave nor had he ever tasted or sleep with a black woman, he was probably the kind of man who would say some of his best friends are black, when he only knew about 2 black people she thought and smiled without humor.

And she had never really desired a white man. Yes, she had trained many but none had touched her in the way men touched women. They had been men paying for her services performing task that she had assign them, nothing more. And to be honest the paleness of their skin was a complete turn off for her.

But Richard flesh had been a golden bronze from his life in the sun. How she hand longed to taste that place on the back of his neck were his hairline kissed his collar. And what would it be like to have the towering man kneel before her, wanting to grant her every desire. She knew by the look in his eyes that he would fight his submission but she had looked forward to it, she knew she could break him without breaking his spirit. But it would have taken time, but what a wonderful time it would have been. She thought with a saddening desire.

Well it was over he was gone back to his ship and his life and he probably would never return and she had other things to do beside worry about all the ‘what ifs’. One of those things was to deal with Triad. What would be his punishment; she wondered as she called his phone and told him to come into her private chamber in 10 min. She thought about it and decided that one of his punishments would be to find out every thing he knew about the American name Richard.


Simone was reclining back on huge soft goose father pillows when Triad entered her private chambers.
“Yes My Princess?” he said a quiver of nervous energy in his deep voice.
“Its time for you to pay for my displeasure… Let’s start by removing all your cloths,” she said as her ebony eyes darkening. She had learned a few weeks ago that Triad deepest desire was knife play. As she stood she picked up the white ivory handled knife that Traid had given her as a gift of his devotion. Until this day he had never seen her use it, a shiver of anticipation ran thru him. Triad knew that before she was finish with him, he would beg and plead for mercy and love every minute of it. And that she would always be HIS and he would try never to displease her again.

 

[slowandeasy]

Richard

As Richard stepped through the door and onto the cobblestone path that led to the street he paused to look around at the scene he had been unable to view when he had come in blindfolded by the scarf he now had tucked into the waistband of his white cotton trousers. Climbing up the wall of the white stucco building that was her home he saw the Jasmine vine he had caught the scent of when he had arrived. Almost reaching to the coral colored tiles on the roof it’s fragranty blossoms fluttered in the salty breeze that rose from the clear blue waters of the Caribbean sea, beyond a pure white beach.

It was quiet. The sun had not yet set and only the sound of seagulls scavenging for their last meal of the day disturbed the evening sky. The peaceful scene put him at ease even though there were questions unanswered and decisions to be made. He looked once more at the building he had just left feeling drawn to it, an urgent tug coming from within him as well as from behind the closed venetian blinds that hid the interior of the room beyond.

Looking back toward the street he saw the Taxi that had come from nowhere and was waiting for him. The driver held the door open for him and he got inside. “Where to the driver asked as he started the engine and put the vehicle in gear.
"Pier 3, USS Ridgeland, No hurry, I want to enjoy the setting sun."

"t is beautiful." the driver remarked. Richard sat back , letting the cool breeze soothe him. He closed his eyes recalling the ride earlier today in the heat of the afternoon sun, crushed between at least two bodies going in the opposite direction. That ride which started with a 'simple misunderstanding.' and had led him to a cross roads.

Her words before he had left lingered in his mind.

“ If you find your way back to me you will never leave again unless I command it, so be sure,”
He knew those words to be true not just a boastful challenge. but a truth she felt deep in her heart. A truth that not even she could change once the event was set in motion..

The silk scarf she had given him. A ‘gift’, presented to him, a symbol of connection. A lifeline to bring him to her. He pulled it from where he had concealed it against his groin.. He held it to his face and inhaled her scent along with his, and knew.

Richard spoke again. “Do you mind taking a small detour. Stop a moment at the university library and museum.

“No problem the driver had said and turned left at the next intersection. He pulled up in front of the University. Richard had made up his mind. He was only a minute like he said he would be. He picked up several brochures on a table inside the door and glanced quickly around . Maybe later he said silently, for now he had a job to do.

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An hour later aboard the ship he checked to see if his friend had come aboard yet finding out he hadn’t and was reasonably sure that Edward's or any of his friends hadn’t either. He would no doubt stay ashore till midnight, the designated time all hands had to return to the ship. He'd probably get in another fight or two before then and be drunk enough to forget all about their little skirmish. If he did remember, it was a fight Edward's wouldn’t want to brag about anyway.

Richard would nip this problem in the bud by being the first to bring to light the ‘simple misunderstanding’. from there he could present his ‘plan’.

The officer of the deck listened as he explained the sequence of events nodding his head in affirmation having been down this road a few times before “.So, Emerson.” He said when Richard finished. “What your saying is that someone might claim you were kidnapped this afternoon, when in reality you were just taken for a ride because of a simple misunderstanding.

“Yes sir,” Richard replied.

“OK son, then maybe you can tell me where you've been all afternoon and most of the evening."

Richard played his ace in the hole. He pulled out the brochures he had picked up at the institute.

That ended that problem. It was time to set other
wheels in motion.

 

[EbonyVenus]

Simone's Displeasure

Triad stood before her, his muscular body devoid of cloths. His expensive silk clothing laid in shreds at his feet. His massive body trembling with arousal and apprehension. She watched him with and unreadable expression on her lovely dark face.

“Down” she whispered and Triad knew she was at her best when her voice was at its lowest.
He knelt swiftly spreading his legs wide grunting whenhis heavy cock hit the cool marble floor. She looked at his cock hard dark and thick resting against the coolness of the marble floor. Shinning with his pre-cum juices that he dared not spill without her permission. And he knew he was a long way from getting her permission.

Triad was still amazed at how good she was with the knife. Simone had taken the blade and eased it under his clothing caressing his flesh yet not cutting him. Slowly stripping away his clothing as easily as she would cut through melted butter. Now as he knelt before her he felt a burning need to please her.

As Simone punished Triad, she remembered the look of hurt on Richards handsome face and again felt anger like she had not in a long time. Simone couldn’t seem to stop thinking of Richard. She wanted him with an unreasoning desire that far surpassed the one she had for Thomas and this scared her a bit.
As she bent low she whispered softly in his ear. “You hurt him Triad” and his heart stop beating because she sounded truly hurt and that in turn hurt him more then any knife could.

He grasped as he felt her lift his cock with the blade of the knife. His entire body stiffening
“Please forgive me my Mistress,” he softly begged

But Simone didn’t seem to be listening as she moved the tip of the blade to his groin, the tip lightly pressed into the flesh surrounding his balls. Yet not pricking it.
He whimpered through closed lips and this made her body burn with desire. Her sex tightened with pleasure. She knew her silk panties were wet but she didn’t think of that now. She had to be very careful, she did not want to scar him but she wanted to frighten him and make him believe that she would.

Her voice was husky when she spoke. “Who owns your Triad, who controls your every thought and move? Whose orders do you take without thought or questions??” with each question she press the blade more into his tender flesh, making him squirm

“You my Princess,” he shouted sweat dripping down his dark face. He had never felt this need to come so strongly before. She always knew how to bring him to the edge of his limits.

Her own arousal was building from his fear of the pleasure she was giving him. The look in his eyes told her he would do anything she asked him and that is what she wanted. Slowly she removed the knife and slide it over his sweaty flesh until it rested on his jugular vain in his neck.

“Now you will find out everything there is to know about this Richard and you will do it discretely.”
“Yes anything my Princess” he whimpered feeling the knife pierce the flesh at his neck.
Simone’s breathing increase as she watched her knife sink into his flesh until a pearl drop of blood appeared at the tip of the knife.

Triad grasp when he felt her remove the knife and replace it with the tip of her tongue gently sucking away the blood and leaving her own passion mark on his flesh, branding him, making him hers completely. The copper taste of his blood exploded in her mouth causing her thighs to tremble. Her heart beat increase as the blood rushed to her head making her feel weak.

Her small hand surround his large cock and begin slowly stroking him gently as she allowed her mouth to make love to his neck. Her warm breast pressed against his naked shoulder. Her sex resting against his muscular thighs as he knelt. Oh how he long to fuck her, but he had never made it to the level where he was given that permission.

“Please my Princess” he whimpered his hips thrusting foreword involuntarily. He moaned with anguished pleasure.
“Pleasessss Princess” he begged he knew that he could not take her hand and mouth manipulation much longer

She nipple his ear and whispered harshly “ Perhaps I have not punished you enough Triad, what would you do if tonight I chained you to the foot of my bed and had you to slowly lick my dark wet pussy until I was near to cumming only to have you stop….” She stopped speaking but added more pressure on his cock, allowing her words to sink in as her hand slowly squeezed his cock knowing he was so close to the edge

“Then Triad you would watch another man fuck my wet pussy, this pussy that you want, that you crave… and afterwards you will clean his semen from me” she knew he could not stand to see another touch her and that would be his greatest punishment.

His low growl let her know he was at his limit. “Cum for me” she whispered and kissed his lips softly showing him that she had forgiven him … This time

He spasmed as his climax burst from him, causing her own to rise higher, his loud moans of pleasure echoed through the room as his pearly white cum shout from his hard cock and splattered on the cold marble floor at her feet.

She drew a slow breath and stood her own body pulsating with the need to cum. But she would not allow Triad to make her cum, that was a gift and he was being punished. She turned away from him so he would not see the naked desire in her dark eyes.

“Her voice was cold and withdrawn when she spoke, “Clean the floor with your tongue and do not return to me until you can please me as I have requested”

She knew that Triad would find out everything about this Richard even what he eat for breakfast, because he wanted to get back into her good graces.

 

[slowandeasy]

Richard

“Oh shit, what the fuck am I going to do now!” he mumbled to no one in particular as he watched his friend Richard Emerson being shoved into the back of a cab which soon disappeared from sight. Then James Peterson looked around for his other two friends that had taken that ill-fated ride to Blueberry Hill. They too had disappeared from sight. Earlier he had seen them head in the general direction of the dilapidated cottages in the background but just which two of the shacks they had entered was anybody's guess. Even if he could track them down it was doubtful whether either one of them would go along with the plan that was germinating in his head. As he hailed a taxi he accepted the fact that he was doing this alone.

“Take your time.” he told the driver as he headed through the gate. No problem was his answer from a smiling cabby who was glad to have his meter running. Leaving the scene that had frustrated and confused him allowed him to sit back and momentarily relax.

His frustration stemmed from the fact that he was unable to help his friend for reasons he didn’t even want to think about. Reasons that everyone he knew or knew him were unaware of with the exception of his friend Richard and so he knew even if he had rushed to his assistance Rich would have told him flatly, “Get the fuck away from here!” So he had reluctantly left him to fend for himself, because he knew if he got into the fight it would probably result in his own death. A tumor that even the Navy didn’t know about pressed dangerously close to his brain, even a slight blow to his head would be fatal.

His confusion was the result of the turn of events as Rich having prevented a possibly dangerous confrontation had been suddenly attacked by the very people he had defended, who then kidnapped him.

There was only one road that led towards the ocean and the downtown area where they had come from and as the taxi headed down the road Peterson looked from side to side hoping that maybe Rich had escaped or they had let him go. “Loose something.” The driver asked sociably.

“Sort of." Peterson replied noncommittally. The driver shrugged his shoulders and continued at a snails pace which suited Peterson just fine. A half an hour later and they approached the beach It was either go to the left and down town or right and follow the beach. "Turn right." Pete said resolutely. a half an our later they came to a dead end, no sign of Richard. An hour later they were at the piers and he paid and rushed aboard the Rigeland to see if Richard had returned.

The Officer of the deck looked at his roster and told him. “No Emerson has not come aboard.” It was getting dark and Pete left the shipwith again one more place to checkon his mind. His friend may have showed up at the university library It was only a couple of blocks so he hurried in that direction. Entering the side door he saw his friend leaving by the front and relieved started in his direction. Suddenly his path was blocked by a big black man who looked familiar.

“Oh Shit!” Pete said to himself, in front of him was the same man who along with his friends had kidnapped Richard earlier. “What do you want?.” he demanded as he tried to push himself past the imposing figure.
Take it easy was his answer. “Your friend is O.K. he’s heading back to the ship He has much to think about he needs to be alone”.

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The door to the dispersing officers office was open so Richard walked in. “Emerson what can I do for you.” he asked as he looked up. A tall handsome man, young for an officer, who was in charge of pay rolls, Also served as the reinlistment officer. Richard came right to the point. "Sir." he said "I want to reinlist. My tour of duty is up in a month or so and I have decided to re-up. The officer looked surprised at first but then smiled, he had wanted Richard to stay in the Navy, he was a smart man and kept his nose clean as well.” Good." He answered "I’ll do the paperwork tonight....I imagine you have some ‘special requests that go along with this.”

“I have.” Richard replied I want 60 days leave starting in the morning, 3,000 dollars shipping over pay and Stateside duty.

“Done.” the officer said quickly. “This ship is going into mothballs when we get into home port so contact your recruiting officer in No. Dakota when your ready to make the transfer. You are going home aren't you?

“Sure” Richard replied, “I need to spend some time with my dad.”

I’ll have all the paperwork done and a check ready for you in the morning. The officer stood to shake his hand. "A good choice Emerson spend some time in Jamaica before you head for the states, I hear the water is perfect for scuba diving.”

Richard shook his hand and headed for the sleeping quarters and his bunk. with all the details in place he was ready to turn in. The overhead lights were out and only a few low intensity ones were lit. In the semidarkeness he undressed stuffing his clothes in a bag attached to his bunk. Wrapping one end of the 'scarf' around his cupped hand he got into bed and pulled the sheet up over him.


* It was one of those dreams, the kind that lets your subconscious mind speak to you. Speak, not so much in words or voices but in a collage of vivid scenes. Scenes from the past, the present and what it wants or fears the future to be.

He was running, reaching for his second wind, feeling his legs cramp, his lungs painfully drawing each breath, his head starting to spin.... and then all was calm..... His mother was there her long hair the color of burnished straw flowing around her shoulders. Dressed in a white cotton dress that flowed around her tall lithe body embroidered with red and blue and yellow flowers and green leaves, she moved toward him. “Come play with me, my Robin Hood she said coyly.”

Richard knew at once the game she wanted to play. He remembered well the warmth and love as she taught him the joy of carefree youth. Dressed in soft leather and bright silk He was always ready to play the part of true and faithful protector of the fair Maid Marion. But in his dreams he no longer was a child. He became aroused when he saw the tips of her breasts pressed against the cloth, the soft rounded separation between them as she bent over him where he lay on a carpet of green grass, his head against the trunk of an ancient oak. He caught his breath when she rose up and stood, the sun behind her streaming through the thin cloth to reveal her narrow waist, her hips and between her legs a triangle of light between her thighs. His hand jerked involuntarily wanting to reach up and touch that place, feel the warmth and softness he knew to be there. But he denied his animal need and was content to just watch and wait for the game to begin. His head came forward as she stooped to tie her scarf around his eyes shutting off the tempting sight before him.. He became her little boy remembering how she had held flowers to his nose and made him guess their name by their fragrance, lilac, rose magnolia and jasmine. She had clapped her hands as he guessed correctly and leaned towards him to brush her lips against his forehead.

The dream was different he knew it when he heard the rustle of cloth and felt the warmth of her body as she knelt in front of him, a naked breast offered to his lips against his lips. He jerked his head forward wanting to pull the tender tip inside, to suckle, but she pulled gently away. He waited in anticipation until he felt the nipple again against his waiting mouth. This time he remained motionless inspire of his ardor letting her caress his lips in slow circular motions. He felt it harden she moved it back and forth and up and down Then it was gone and another breast was presented to him for worship. This time she pressed it harder and the stiff nipple slipped inside his mouth his tongue explored it length and breath the circle of textured flesh around it and as she ran her fingers through his hair and bent to kiss the top of his head he suckled hungrily until he was out of breath. Enough my Robin she said gaily a catch of longing in her voice. Yes milady he replied and leaned back against the tree to cool his ardor and catch his breath. He felt her rise and then heard the rustle of cloth again. Disappointed he imagined her dressing, only the feel the cloth puddle around his legs and then he knew she stood above him naked in the sunlight if he could only see but he knew it was forbidden to remove the scarf until the game was over. He moaned and she laughed lightly. Is my robin Hood not happy with what his maiden has to offer does he wish for more and greater gifts. “Whatever Milady wishes.” Richard replied.

As visions of her naked body white and glowing in the sunlight crossed through his mind, he felt a wet warmth great his face. A soft fine mound of hair tickled his nose as the aroma of her womanhood invaded his senses. A musky sweet aroma that sent shivers up and down his spine. He dared not move for fear it would be taken away. He felt her arch against him and tasted the slick sweet juices between her thighs. He sensed she had crouched in front of him, her legs splayed offering him the nectar from the flower between. Still he did not move while she arched against his face. Her hands on his head held him as she moved more urgently now the moist folds of her sex parting molding her sex against his lips invading his mouth. He heard her moan out her desire and need and answered with his tongue, licking out and up, circling the little nub high in the vee of folded flesh. Like a butterfly it flitted, circling the fluted portal, and entered.

He felt her falling backwards and pulling him with her they tumbled on the ground still fastened together as he greedily sucked and licked her juices that now flowed around his face he felt her shudder and her body spasm as he pulled her even closer. Breathless and exhausted rose above her and pulled her into his arms. She gently remove the blindfold and through mist filled eyes she looked at him and held his face in both hands. “Well done my good and faithful servant she crooned in his ear.” Her hand crept down between his legs where she found his erection subsiding and the sticky wetness of his semen spread across his trousers. she freed it from the cloth and bending over sucked and licked his shaft and balls clean.

A tremor went through his body as he saw his mother. He stared in horror thinking of what just had happened and then as he looked, milky white breasts changed to golden chocolate globes, nipples dark and turgid, belly and thighs turned ebony in the sunlight. Jet black hair gathered together in many tiny braids surrounding a dark face. He caught his breath as he looked into the ebony eyes of the woman who he knew only as “princess. She faded from his view and then the vision of his mother reappeared and then as a curtain was drawn across his subconscious mind he woke. *