As a politician there was never a better friend to a slave baron than my own mother in law Deb Jones.
As a state senator sent to Washington by the good people of the great state of Mississippi. Deb would fight from the nation’s capital to defend, protect and expand slavery far into the future.
And surprisingly even in slave world these things are not easily done, cause just like the real world there is always opposition.
So people think in our world that Trump is hated. He ain’t got shit on Deb Jones, and she’s not even the president. And Gawd help us all if she ever is.
Like a female Mr. Magoo Mom would miraculously dodge an assassins bullet 3 times, a car bombing once and even survived an office bombing.
Being born and raised in the collar, mom had some views on things like freedoms, rights and liberties that most of us enjoy in the real world, or at least for the moment anyway.
Here is a few quotes from her.
“ Freedom? “ She’d say with a scoff. “ Freedom is a privilege that should only be held by a few. “
“ Freedom is a privilege that must be only earned by suffering in the collar first. “
“ You want your rights? You got your only right to breathe air when you were born, everything else has to be earned. “
“ The first 18 years of a girls life, she experienced freedom, and in my opinion that’s too much. But at least by that age, she should have the body and skill to pay back for those years of freedom. “
So by reading her quotes, she’s got a unique perspective on how slave world suppose to work
Mom would meet often with the lobbyists that represented the slave merchants across America, and they all would tell her the same thing.
“ We need more!…More! And more slaves! “
Mom would work closely with the legislature, always she would be proud of herself when they’ed close a loophole and rid the books of some odd exemption that allowed some girl to fall through the cracks, so she could remain free.
Remaining free was a true fight. You’d see it all the time on court Tv. It was always some rich bitch that thought she was to good for the collar. She always have a team of lawyers and backed by her daddy’s money. And they’d let her fight, fight and fight until daddy was broke. He’d then get to watch as his daughter is stripped slave naked in the court room. She’d then get collared, leashed and cuffed. Then drug out and straight to the auction house she’d go.
“ It serves her right. She shouldn’t have fought it, they’d been easier on her. “
Mom would say with a smile, from the comfort of her recliner, usually with a glass of bourbon in one hand, and a cigarette in the other.
Mom had big dreams for giving the slave merchants what they wanted. She was currently working towards getting the southern border secured once and for all. And right there on the Texas side there would be a gate that would lead straight into a state of the art slave center. This thing would cost the taxpayers Billions with a B. But unlike the national debt in our real world. That debt would quickly be paid back by the taxes and fees by the sale of the slave. And in just a few years the slave center would be paid for and profitable.
No more would the migrants just wade across the Rio Grand, where some Good Samaritan would give them dry clean clothes, with a new pair of Nike’s, cell phone, EBT card of course a bottle of water and a bus ticket to go wherever the fuck they want.
Instead they would shed their clothes and get in line.
“ If they want to come here? It’s slavery first! “
That’s another quote from mom.
The slave barons wine and dine mom showering her with monetary gifts worth millions.
“ You have to pay to play. “
Another quote from mom.
Pay to play? That sounds awfully familiar here in the real world of politics.
Yep only in politics you can go into office with almost nothing and come out a billionaire. Mom knows exactly how the game is played.
Back at home mom would be acting so humble and kind, telling people that the power they granted her with by electing her with would never go to her head.
But up in DC she was just as arrogant as them all.
She’d parade herself around surrounded by a group of oligarchs that just worshipped her. After working hours they’d all go straight to the DC suck bar, where some poor pitiful looking slave girl would be waiting on her knees, to reach under moms dress or skirt. And slip those full backed fat girl panties right down and off. Another slave would help mom out of either her fine fur or leather trench coat.
She’d make herself comfortable, leaning back in the chair with her feet up, so that slave girl could get busy at doing at what she does best.
Another slave would bring mom a drink and light her smoke for her. While another would polish and shine her sexy high healed boots.
Mom loved watching a slave at her feet. After her boots were shined the slave would then slowly unzip them and gently pull them off.
The slave would then drop a few odor eaters into her boots. He or she would then massage moms feet, where she would also insist that they lick her soles and suck on her toes.
So do y’all think the power has gone to her head? Lol.
A lot of times the oligarch siting at her side would cum right into the slaves mouth that’s sucking him off. He loves the sight of moms stocking clad legs, and he wished so badly he could have her on her back with them hosed feet up over his shoulders.
But no way will she give this fat bastard the time of day. If a man cum’s that quick there is no way he’s got what it takes to please mom.
Moms been short changed from a man to many times.
Back home at The Fuzzy duck lounge mom would sit at the bar while some man her own age. Usually some cocky contractor type, would work his ass off for a chance to get into her panties.
And reluctantly she’d eventually give in, and they’d go next door to the Budget Inn motel, where mom would get that two minute special. He’d fuck her hard and fast, and of course he’d cum fast. A lot of times the cum shot would be so depressing, cause it would just leak out the head of his dick instead of shooting out. The pathetic excuse of a man would then just roll over and start snoring and leave mom hanging.
This type of shit just enraged mom. If she had absolute control of her own banana republic. It would be just like the days of the old Soviet Union. And she’d drag this fat slob right out of bed and out the motel room door and blow his brains out right there in the parking lot with her little chrome snub nose 38.
“ Now the bugs and buzzards can have him. “
She’d say going back into the room for a shower to wash the filth of that pathetic man from her body.
Usually when we read about slavery in these stories they focus on the 18 to 25 year old female, because of course they’re the ones most desirable and profitable.
But mom wants to expand slavery so that all 18 to 25 year old studs have to serve. Or at least be evaluated and graded to determine if they’re worthy enough before cutting them loose.
Cause in moms view the best sex she’d ever had was by young buck stud slaves.
We all know that most men hit their sexual peak at 25 and everything starts to go down hill. But for women that’s not the case.
That’s why there is so many divorces that take place around those middle aged years. Mam can’t get it up and the woman wants to fuck.
So as an elected official mom just doesn’t cater just to the slave barons. She’s an advocate for all those older divorced or widowed women like she is herself. Even for the elderly women, if they’re still craving some cock, they shouldn’t be denied that pleasure.
“ A slave for all. “
Was another one of her quotes.
Or this one.
“ Everyone deserves a slave and there should be programs put in place to help those that can’t afford one. “
Mom had a jump the shark moment with this kind of talk.
This fiasco turned into what quickly took off as the well fare slave program where they would use taxpayer funds to subsidize the cost of the slave for the poor.
This is the kind of shit you get when politicians reach across the isle to compromise.
It was right up there when they said everyone deserves to own a home. Mom took it pretty hard being a realtor and developer when the interest on them adjustable mortgages skyrocketed and the bottom fell out of the housing market.
The same goes for subsidizing them electric cars, solar panel companies and all the rest of that green shit they try to push down our throats. Being shit on is all we’re gonna get in the end.
“ Elections have consequences. “
That’s another quote from mom, and a quote we hear quite often in the real world.
In slave world that quote is alive and well as the left somehow got enough power to craft a bill that was titled Free the slave bill.
If the bill would have passed it would have cut the slave population by 10% over the next 30 years.
Senator Deb Jones flys off the handle with this one.
“ Just 10%? You say?…Next time it’ll be 20%…30%…40%…And by then we’re on a slippery slope of loosing it all! What the fuck do you idiots want? Anarchy among the peasants? “
As we all know there’s never enough for the left. And somebody has to step up and be the only adult in the room and say no!
And that one adult was mom herself, she can be a feisty woman and many of her colleagues referred to her as the anti slave bill killer.
Cause many times she’d stand on the Nations Capital floor and filibuster this burning sack of shit of a bill for over 24 hours straight.
And when it’s finally dead she’d take the bill straight to the ladies room, take a much needed crap and wipe her ass with that bill. And down the toilet it goes right where it belongs.
The press was in a frenzy as mom exited the Capital walking down those steps bundled in her leather coat, with the cold winter wind blowing her feathered red hair back.
On a Tv from a congressional meeting room her defeated colleagues watched in disgust.
“ That Bitch! Needs to be taken down! “
“ I’d put her in a cage with some slaves and let them give her a taste of her own medicine! “
One bitch would say in an obvious Brooklyn accent.
“ I’d strip her down and bend her over my desk! “
A California congressman would say.
Everyone looks at him.
“ Do you find her to be sexy? “
His own secretary would ask, as she turns toward the trash can to vomit.
“ If I had my way I’d band and quarter her sorry ass! “
“ Oh no that’s much too messy! I’d crucify her! “
None the less they wanted to get rid of mom, and they wanted to put a team of investigators on her to investigate and dig up something that they could use to take her down.
Enslaving a nation
Enslaving a nation
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