The Jig is Up

The guard bent over the still form of a naked woman on the ground. She'd run square into his back as she rounded a corner, knocking the wind out of herself in the process. It only took her a minute to recover but before she could make it too far he grabber her by her long brown hair. "Stop right there ****." he said. She continued to struggle against him, she'd managed to flip onto her stomach and try to crawl away in the confusion after her impact, but his tight grip on her hair prevented her from getting away. He put one hand in the middle of her back, forcing her down the ground with the **** of his body before calling to his partner.

"Jim, get over here! We've got a live one back here!" Jim quickly appeared from the same alley and swiftly got a pair of ankle chains around the ****'s legs. Between the two of them the were able to get her arms behind her back and chain her wrists as well. The completed the capture by running a final chain from her wrists to her ankles, preventing her from moving either very well. Finished, they stood and took in the sight of their quarry. Long, shapely legs led to a pleasantly full rear that formed the slender line of her back which disappeared into the tangle of brown hair on the top of her head. With a heave they rolled her onto her back revealing her round, full breasts, the soft curve of her stomach, and the shadow of stubble on her mound. Their inspection revealed no tattoos, no piercings, and no collar, all of which would have helped them identify an owner - if there was one. "She must have escaped from the stockades" said Jim. "Can't imagine how she got this far though. He bent over and moved the hair from in front of the ****'s face, looked into her eyes and said "Who owns you ****? Where did you escape from?"Through gritted teeth Amanda explained "I'm free you bastard, no one owns me. Now let me go!" The other guard barked with laughter. "Naked and free? Not a chance." Jim ran a hand down her body, stopping to squeeze her left breast in his hand. In the hours since she'd been released, Amanda's tits had filled with milk once more and Jim's squeeze was more than enough to bring drops of milk from her nipple. "She's full of milk so she's got to be from one of the breeding farms. But which one? Do you see any brands or marks? "Sure don't," remarked the other guard. "Check her cunt for a tag though, sometimes the breeders don't like to mark their property so they can sell them on down the road."

Jim thrust a rough hand between Amanda's legs, but she resisted, closing her thighs around her cunt and trapping his hand between them. "Ah Christ, hold her legs apart while I check." The other guard knelt between her legs and **** them apart, revealing Amanda's unmarked cunt to them both. Jim worked over her mound with his hand, checking every fold of her lips but found nothing. "She's clean." He said in an exasperated sigh. "Not a mark on her." "We'll I'll be damned. She didn't escape from the stocks, there aren't any fresh slaves that were being milked in the last shipment."

Their wondering was interrupted by a shout further on in the alley, it seemed another patrol had found something.