The selective service slave part 14

[mikey22]

Time drags on for Misty and the others. There’s never a leisurely day in slave world. There’s always some kind of humiliating torturous exercises to do. The expert slaves training them. Starts emphasizing on keeping there pussies juiced up. The wetter the better. Sex toy play became a daily thing. Which by some in the crowd. It all ready was. But not out in front of everyone.

The bulls or studs, whichever term you want to use. To describe a male slave. Also started getting more action. As they took there picks of whichever slave girl they wanted. And thoroughly ravaged all three of the slaves holes.

It was also noticed that three slaves in particular was being used more than the rest.

Those were. Melinda Myers, Kelli Thompson. And Kay Rogers.

Yes the three former public servants.
Then there was Kimberly Richards. Who was the prettiest of the four of them. But nobody really had no I’ll will towards her. As she was just a clerk.
But for the former prosecutor and two public defenders. They were fair game for all in slave world.

It’s said in some of these stories. That a female slave girl can be unrecognizable. Without her fancy clothes, makeup, wealth. And worldly possessions that they own to enhance there social status.

The naked slave is just eye candy. There to be used by there owners. Or the free citizen. For whatever pleasure they want. Some looks at the slave with disgust. Others may pity them. Many just ignore them as they pass by not even giving them a thought.

But unfortunately for these three. They were pretty well known. Especially Melinda Myers. She’d won many awards down through the years. For enslaving the most out of all the counties in Mississippi. Which she was awarded by government. And by the slave merchants that profited the most from her enslaving ways.

And she was being housed with everyone she was in the courtroom with. Then of course was all the ones that she’d enslaved before. Where were they?

Of course supply and demand. Dictates a lot of how fast the slaves move through the Natchez market.
Auctions are held almost every day. Multiple auctions on the weekends. Summer time again is a busy season. And of course the Christmas season is especially busy in the slave market. People love to wake up on Christmas morning and find a purring sex slave caged under the tree. All wet and ready for action.

So a slave can move through the Natchez program as fast as a few days. Some a few weeks. Others as long as a few months. Some end up there permanently. So it’s hard to say how many slaves are there because of Melinda Myers. And all the ones from the other counties.
Only some statistics nerd at the administration level would know things like that.

Then there are the employees. Handlers and wranglers. They watch the news and know of the former prosecutor.
Some of them would join in with the bulls. Giving the three of them hours of hard fucking. And when not getting fucked. They found themselves in uncomfortable bondage positions. Having there two lower holes plugged with vibrating sex toys. Or they may be restrained to a fucking machine. And forced to come over and over again to the point of passing out.

Misty always got pleasure in watching the three of them getting tortured.

“ Ha! It serves them right! “
She’d laugh to herself.

As said before auctions were happening daily. And trucks and barges of incoming slaves were arriving every day. Luckily for Misty. There were more than enough prime and choice slave girls coming through the system. To keep the auctioneers busy.
As we know the prime graded pleasure sluts is where the big money is made. So they weren’t gonna waste time auctioning off a fat select minus girl. None the less. That didn’t mean she wasn’t for sale.

A month later.

Mom decided it was time to go check on Misty. Of course she hadn’t heard anything from her. Which how would she anyway?
Slaves don’t use phones or write letters back and forth to there loved ones. In slave world your gone. And may as well as be dead as far as your family and friends are concerned.

Mom gets smoking hot former sister in law. Known to Misty as Aunt Cheryl. And Uncle Jack. Also known as Big Jack. Being that he stands at an intimidating 6’8 and a solid 300 pounds. Mom always feels safe with Big Jack around.

It had been a while since mom walked through a slave market. Being a fugitive runaway slave. With a branded ass. Mom avoided the slave markets. Just like she does the State agriculture office. Though she was dressed with sunglasses. And they probably wasn’t actively looking for her.
The memory of her seeing herself on an episode of Slaves most wanted from 10 years before. When she did like Elvis. And pulled her 38 special. And shot the Tv. Was still fresh on her mind.

So having Jack and Cheryl with her gave her a sense of safety. Which she greatly appreciated.

It was a Saturday morning when they arrived. As they entered the gate. There sat that elderly couple. Still naked and gagged. But handing out brochures about the Natchez slave market.

So it looks like they found a purpose for that couple after all. They were in a way like the greeters that welcomes you into the Wall Mart.

The brochure gave a brief history of Natchez. Just like everything else in Mississippi. The place is ancient. Right on the river. When the river was the main source of transportation. People would float there rafts down river. To New Orleans to sell whatever stuff they got to sell. Then they’ll have to tote that pot of gold back to yankee land.
By the time the rich yankee gets back to Natchez. He’s getting tired of toting that pot of gold. So he’ll stop off and buy himself a slave. And break his back toting that pot of gold back to yankee land. And following the Natchez trace of course.
Then he’d turn around and do it all again.

Also on the brochure. There was a detailed map. Showing of course the auction arena. The restrooms, cafe, vendor areas. Stud stable, kennels. Receiving dock, processing area. Bondage room, exercise gym. Shipping dock. Administration building. And the gift shop. And of course we can’t leave off the black smiths shop.

This place was fucking huge. It was like it’s on city. With in a city.

It also told you the times of all the auctions. And all the shows and events that the slaves put on. For the most part the market was family friendly. As far as where the public could see anyway.