Busted version 2

[mikey22]

Alabama bound.

In this story my favorite bad girl Misty and her trusty side kick Shirley find themselves again facing another humiliating strip down situation.

But first We’ll have shower time with Crystal.

6:00 AM on a Saturday morning.

Again I’ll use modern technology in a time when there wasn’t any or at least not as we know it today.

My phone dings alerting me that someone is in the bathroom at my girlfriend’s Misty’s house.

Ever since Crystal had been slave graded Prime Plus, I was obsessed with seeing her brand.
Now I’ve seen her many times in a skimpy bikini around the pool and all, but after her grading she wasn’t around as much, going to school over at Ole Miss and all.
Crystal now was one of the elite, meaning she’s got a different class of friends than she had before.

Now when you think of the elite you think of the Jersey Shore or Martha’s Vineyard or them big towns where them Ivey league schools are up north.
And you’re probably not thinking small rural town in Mississippi.
But unfortunately over in Oxford they got those types. You know them communist professors that’s brain washing the youth with that leftist bull shit that’s never worked throughout history but unfortunately they keep on trying it.

And them professors all have kids that are the same age as Crystal plus them obnoxious Yankees that come to Ole Miss to come to school anyway.
Crystal blends in good with these types. Mom though has trained Crystal well by saying.

“ Don’t let that shit go to your head. “

Which means not to act like an obnoxious spoiled little bitch.
Crystals pretty good at it, she knows how to exercise her white privilege without being a total ass about it.

So after the phone dings I check the hidden cameras I’ve installed in there bathroom.
And there is Crystal taking a shower soaping up, washing her hair and everything else. I was pleasantly surprised to see and watchher masturbate.

Vigorously she rubs her clit and moans.

“ Who is she thinking about? “
I wondered.
And I was for sure it wasn’t me, she’d never give me the time of day in a sexual way.

Of course when she turns the right way I finally get to see her brand.

“ Yes! “
I said to myself seeing that Capital P followed by rime then a big + sign next to it, burned right into the cheek of her ass.

I couldn’t help but to jerk myself until I shot a load off, just as she rubs one out herself.

Our timing was impeccable.

“ Damn! She’d be such an awesome fuck! “
I said to myself smiling as she then got busy shaving everything from the neck down.

Just as you know there’s a lot expected of being Prime Plus, regardless of being a slave or not. There always held at a higher standard more so than the average slut.

After shaving everything and probably draining the hot water from the tank, she turns off the shower and dries off with a fluffy clean towel.

Surprisingly she remains naked as she proceeds to blow dry her long beautiful red hair, styling it to perfection.

About that time Misty comes into the bathroom. I was sort of surprised to see her topless. Her big tits looked amazingly bigger than Crystals. Misty was fast approaching being a 40DD at the time.
Crystal was still holding at being a 38C.

I know that just by plundering the dirty clothes in the laundry room. I couldn’t help but take a sniff of her panties. Just to see what her tight cunt smelt like.

Though topless Misty was wearing one of her comfortable pairs of light blue satin full backed panties and a nude pair of knee high length nylons meaning most likely she’d be wearing a pair of heels.

Which somewhat surprised me cause mom requires her to dress up in heels all week around the office and her day off she’s usually barefoot, bra less in just her panties or a skimpy pair of shorts and a loose fitting top.
In other words she’s quite casual and the less clothes the better.

Misty yawns and stretched for a moment before proceeding to wash her face in the sink.

Crystal acted surprised to see Misty up so early on her day off.
Since graduating high school Misty’s been working at moms office five days a week and Saturdays since Crystals not at school she works running the office while mom and aunt Cheryl are out showing or selling houses.

“ Your up early for a Saturday?…You and Mikey got plans? “

Misty laughs at that question.

“ No me and Mikey don’t have plans. He said he’s got to go to the golf course with his dad to tote his dad’s clubs around for him. “

“ That’s nice for him to do that. “

“ I guess but it upsets him quite a bit. “

“ Why?…What’s going on? “

“ I ain’t supposed to say nothing but usually by the ninth hole his dad’s half drunk and Bragging to all his buddies about cheating on his mom with this slave that’s interning at his office. “

“ Oh my Gawd!…Really? “

“ Yeah typical man they all do it. “

“ So what are you up to today? “

“ Don’t tell mom, but me and Shirley are gonna ride over to Birmingham, check out that mall they got. And on the way back tonight we’re gonna check out the club scene. “

Crystal scoffs hearing that one.

As stated before Crystal hates Alabama with a passion.

“ Clubs?…You ain’t old enough to get in a club! “

“ Yes I am! And we both go in the Fuzzy Duck all the time. “

“ That’s different I’m in the band working not drinking and partying. And just because of mom they let us in cause they know us. “

Misty opens her purse and takes out her newest fake ID.

“ Check this one out…I’m 25 in this one. “

Crystal takes a close look at it.

“ No you’re not gonna pass for 25. What happened to your last one? “

“ Memphis PD kept it. So we got to try some different clubs where they don’t know us. “

“ And check this one out. “

Misty shows Crystal a fake SIN card.

“ Look I’m Choice Plus in this one! “

Crystal busts out laughing.

“ You’re not gonna pass for Choice Plus!!! “

“ How do you know? “

“ Because I just know!…I also know falsifying a SIN card is a felony! That can get you in the collar real quick, and a Felon brand burned right into your ass!…I just don’t know why you don’t just get graded and let the chips fall where they may and be done with it and move on! “

Misty sighs knowing Crystal is right because she always is.

“ Besides I thought you were getting married? What are you doing going to clubs? “

“ I’m not married yet. I need a chance to play around a little. “

“ You Fucking Bitch! “
I said to myself.

“ That’s cheating on your fiancé Misty!…That ain’t right!…We were just talking about his dad cheating on his mom. “

“ Yeah but that’s different. A girl sometimes needs a different dick every now and then. “

“ If that’s the way you feel you should just self indenture. You can get all the cock you need then. “

“ That might be a little too much. I like doing it on my own terms you know?…A slave doesn’t get a choice about it. “

“ True enough but you should at least go somewhere besides Alabama. Maybe Georgia they don’t call it Hot Atlanta for nothing. “

“ That’s to far away, if mom would let us use her plane it would be worth it. “

Yeah mom being the prominent business woman she is she does have a small plane and a pilot on retainer.
She specifically got it so that she could get to Atlanta without having to drive extra miles to get around Alabama.
Mom from experience got enslaved once in Alabama. She doesn’t want to repeat that awful experience.

Plus the plane was a handy thing while she was a senator getting back and forth to DC is much better on your own private plane.

Mom’s rules are though the plane is for business only. She doesn’t want it to turn into what her party barge was.

Mom had a pontoon boat until Fish and game barred her from all water ways within the state of Mississippi.

As usual she couldn’t follow the rules. She thought she could go whatever direction she wanted on the lakes and rivers, and had plenty of close calls with other boats, ships and barges.

Then there were the little things like being drunk while piloting the boat, or the boat was overcrowded, not any or enough life preservers, fishing with no license or catching to many of the wrong kinds of fish.

That one really pissed her off.

“The lakes and rivers are full of fucking fish! There’s not a shortage! “

She feels the same about deer hunting. As a senator she tried hard to extend the hunting season to year round. But just couldn’t get it to work out.

It’s not that she’s a hunter she feels that there a nuisance from numerous car crashes into them.
During hunting season you rarely see them unless your actually hunting them, and when the shooting stops there every fucking where.
Especially in her vegetable garden in the summer months.

Fish and game came and confiscated her rifles claiming that she was hunting out of season.
For hunting or boating they threatened her with an enslavement if she fucked up again.

[mikey22]

As the girls converse they both open up there makeup kits.
Crystal looks down at hers then back into the mirror at her self, realizing in a conceded way that none was needed. Because she’s just drop dead gorgeous without it, her porcelain complexion with her freckles are as perfect as perfect can be.

Misty on the other hand digs in to hers and packs it on. With so much foundation base it was almost as if she’d stuck her face straight down into a mud puddle. She moves on to the blueish to purple eye shadow followed by the mascara then the glossy pink lipstick that gives her that I’ll suck your dick look.

She looks at herself in the mirror then at Crystal.

“ Do I look 25 now? “

“ No you look like a whore!…You know? I think that look has run its course, it’s time to let it go. “

Change is hard for Misty, she doesn’t adapt well to new things.

They move on to find something to wear.
Misty struggles to get into a pair of tight fitting Guess jeans. She has to lay on the bed and suck in her belly to get them fastened.

“ You know those seem to be getting a little to tight for you?…Maybe you should get a bigger size or loose some weight. “

“ Nonsense they’ll loosen up, I like how they make my ass and pussy mound look. “

“ You know if you want to show it off that much just self indenture. That way you’ll be slave naked and can just show it off to everyone. “

“ Yeah but if I did that there would be nothing left for the imagination. “

That comment stunned Crystal.

“ You know she might be right about that? “
Crystal says pondering that thought.

Misty then selected a loose fitting gray top, that rose just enough for her navel to show, and loose enough to slip down and off her shoulder.
And thin enough that her erect nipples just poke through it.

“ What you think?…Don’t I look sexy? “

Crystal reached into a dresser drawer and threw a bra straight at Misty.

“ Put on the bra! Or I’m telling mom what you’re up to today! “

“ What?…Do you not like my big tits? “

“ Yes I like them!…I wish mine were that big! You just don’t need to look that easy, especially in Alabama! “
Crystal said in a warning but caring way.

Misty takes off the top and puts on the bra, as Crystal was dressing herself in a more conservative blue dress that she’ll wear with matching heels.

“ Speaking of mom where is she at? “

“ Don’t know she ain’t come home yet, probably been doing the same things that your wanting to do. “

“ Probably so. “
Misty proceeds to raid mom’s closet for a bigger selection of slutty looking high heels. She decided on a pair of black ones with five inch heels.

“ You think moms ever worked at a strip club? These shoes look just like the kind a stripper might wear. “

“ I sort of doubt it. But those are gonna kill your feet. “

“ Yeah but they look good!…It sucks being short you know?…Plus I look taller wearing these, that way I might pass by looking 25. “

Suddenly the quietness of the morning was interrupted by a loud rumbling engine coming up the driveway.
Misty grabbed her purse and headed outside. Crystal following hoping Misty might change her mind about this.

“ I’m driving this time! “
Shirley yells from the drivers seat of her beat up gray primer’d 69 Camaro.

“ Is that pice of shit gonna make it to Alabama and back? “
Crystal asked with concern knowing that Shirley was constantly breaking down and fixing this car.

“ Is it right this time? “
Misty asks her.

Shirley proudly climbs out of the car with a big shit eating grin on her face. She pops that hood up as Misty and Crystal come over to it.

“ Where in the Hell did you get that? “
Misty asked with excitement in her voice.

“ What are we looking at here? “
Crystal asks with amusement.

“ This is a 427 Big block…Notice I got 2 Holly 750 double pumpers on it?…I swear this thing runs like a scolded dog!…It don’t matter where I got it, I just got it. “

Which means it’s hot, most likely Shirley didn’t steel it, but when your in the junk yard business like her and her daddy are it ain’t uncommon to run across hot stuff once in a while.

“ Let’s go for a ride then! “

Shirley and Misty get into the car.

“ I really got a bad feeling about this! “
Crystal said in a concerned way.

“ It’ll be okay. If I’m not back by tomorrow morning you can tell mom where I went. “
Misty said as Shirley backs out of the driveway.

She revs up, shifts into first gear pops the clutch and stomps the accelerator doing a fucking burn out in front of mom’s house.
As the sound of pure horsepower fades into the distance, Crystal gets a sick feeling in her gut fearing that something was gonna go dreadfully wrong.
Which mainly because it usually does.

[mikey22]

The girls were finally on there way to visit the Riverchase Galleria in Hoover Alabama, Misty had been waiting for years to go there and now she finally getting her chance.
But was soon distracted by the direction that Shirley was driving in.

“ Ain’t you gonna go through Granada and take highway 8? “

“ No I’m gonna take the 78 and see if there working on that freeway yet. “

“ Freeway to what? “

“ Alabama ain’t that where we going? “

Misty turned and glared at Shirley, giving her that look…You know the look? Like you give a dumb blonde right after she says something stupid as Hell.

In Misty’s mind after listening to Crystal for so long bitch about how sorry Alabama is, she views the money spent on a freeway to Alabama as just as stupid as the idiots in California wasting millions and millions of dollars on that bridge to no where.
But you got to give Mississippi credit where credit is due, they finished this freeway project probably more than a decade before Alabama did.
Alabama milked the job so bad that even Obama had to get on there ass about it and and of course send them some more federal dollars to restart the stalled project.

A short time later they hit the 78.

“ See it’s a freeway!…Ain’t the 34th Amendment great?…The taxes made off the sell of slaves gives our state the money to build nice roads! “
Shirley said with pride and a smile.

“ This ain’t no freeway!…This is a fucking 4 lane!”

“ It’ll be a freeway someday. “
Shirley said with optimism.

Yeah freeway was kind of sketchy here and there, but at least you could tell progress was being made, at least to the state line anyway.

Hours later after racing for there lives to outrun numerous rednecks driving coal trucks on the old 78, it was obvious that Alabama didn’t spend much on highway patrol either, but the reality was they’d all been talking back and forth on there CB’s about the size of Misty’s awesome big tits and they wanted to get a good look at them as they bounced about as she sat in the passenger seat.
Finally the two lane again opened up to four lanes and for the next 40 miles it’s one red light after another until they made there way into Birmingham where of course they had to stop to get directions to find this iconic mall that there friends had told them so much about.

As they sat there in the parking lot of this store for a short break from the drive, they noticed something in the air that they weren’t used to seeing.
And no it wasn’t smog or toxic filth from some steel mill still operating from the 1800’s.
No this was different from all that, this was Chem trails, but not the chemical type stuff your thinking of that most conspiratorial types are claiming that the government just wants to kill off everyone with some sort of incurable disease, no this stuff is aimed primarily at young women. It makes them happy and horny with the hope they’ll self indenture themselves at any of Alabamas many slave markets.

Yep that’s right, Alabama might not spend much on roads or infrastructure but there scientists have patterned a new form of horny juice in a powdered form that can be distributed by airplanes.

There also experimenting with an extra strong version that’s still in liquid form, and is top secret when you see the Air National guard flying low spraying a heavy dose of what reminds a vet of agent orange being dumped over the jungles of Vietnam, and the entire community gets so horny they can’t stand themselves that’s horny juice 2.0

You know Alabama and Mississippi always rank at the bottom of everything except when Arkansas fucks up and finds themselves between the two of them at whatever stat that might be.
There is one thing that these two states out do the entire country at, and no it’s not teenage pregnancy.

No every year when the slave stats are announced these two states put the entire country to shame.
Yep that news every year makes all them academia types stand back and take notice wondering how this could be?

Finally the girls are back on the road and finally a real freeway. And minutes later they roll into the Galleria parking lot.

“ Wow!…This place is Awesome! I can just feel it!”
Shirley boasts.

“ I know I’m awesomely horny! “

“ You too? “

“ Yeah I’ve got to get out of this fucking bra! “
Misty said feeling her sensitive nipples as if there inflated and poking against the inside of her bra.

“ What are you doing wearing a bra? “

“ I put it on to shut Crystal up!…She was gonna tell mom that we were coming over here. “

“ I don’t know why they hate Alabama so much for?…It looks like a nice place. “
Shirley says analyzing all the Mercedes, Volvos and Cadillacs that parked around them.
The place sort of had that elite type of feel to it.

“ Looks like a bunch of yuppies shop here! “
Misty pointed out, as a Subaru passed them.

“ I bet you lunch that’s a couple of lesbians? “

“ Your on! “
Misty said as they watch the happy couple get out of there car and hold hands as they walk towards the mall entrance.

“ Told you…You owe me lunch now. What we gonna have? “

“ What I want I doubt the food court carries. “

“ What might that be? “

“ I’m craving the taste of a guys cock. “

“ Oh you naughty little slut you! “

About that time a naked slave girl passed by placing pamphlets advertising a slave service under every cars windshield wipers.

Shirley watched her as she looked happily naked with her bare feet.

Shirley slipped her hosed foot from her sexy high heeled pump, she reached back massaging her foot.

“ Think it would be okay if we went barefoot like the slaves do? “

“ Don’t know about that but I’d like to be on my back right now looking up at my heels up over some strong Bama boys shoulders. “

Shirley glanced down at Misty’s shoes.

“ When did you get those?…They look sexy as Hell! “

“ I raided mom’s closet this morning. “

“ Your mom sure knows how to dress. “

“ I don’t know about that but she does have an impressive shoe collection. “

“ I know when we find a place so you can get out of your bra…I’m getting out of these stockings! I ain’t felt this hot since the day I stripped down for my grading at the slave office. “

“ What was that like? “

“ It was a feeling like no other, being naked on all fours in front of everyone. “

“ Was there a lot of people there? “

“ Of course it’s the slave office you know?…There’s always lots of people there. We could have done it together…But I’ll go with you if you want me to. “

“ Gawd I know I need to but I just don’t think I’m ready for all that. “

“ Maybe since we’re here at this mall where nobody knows us, there might be one of those places where you could get a private back room grading, at least then you would know where you stand grade wise. I’ll pay for it if you like? “

Misty pointed towards the Winfrey Hotel that hooked to the mall.

“ I’d rather you pay for us a suite there when we find a couple of Bama boys to hook up with for tonight. “

“ I can afford you a cheap grading, I can’t afford a night at that place. “
Shirley said with a laugh, sliding her foot back into her shoe. They both then strut together just like a couple of whores as they make there way towards the entrance of the mall.

[Mr. Smith]

I loved the aerosol form of Horny Juice sprayed over the population to energize the women. I can just see fifty-something 300 pounds wives taking potshots at their husbands when they are unwilling to turn off the game to satisfy her horny juice-induced needs. It reminds me of the helicopters flying over the city spraying to kill off the Mediterranean fruit fly, back when that was a problem. It was Alaska that spent millions on the bridge to nowhere. In California, we have the bullet train to nowhere that we have spent billions on and find ourselves over 100 billion short. See the video for why.
[video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tuqA_z1rYgc [/video]

[mikey22]

I loved the aerosol form of Horny Juice sprayed over the population to energize the women. I can just see fifty-something 300 pounds wives taking potshots at their husbands when they are unwilling to turn off the game to satisfy her horny juice-induced needs. It reminds me of the helicopters flying over the city spraying to kill off the Mediterranean fruit fly, back when that was a problem. It was Alaska that spent millions on the bridge to nowhere. In California, we have the bullet train to nowhere that we have spent billions on and find ourselves over 100 billion short. See the video for why.
[video] [/video]

I’d forgotten all about that train to no where lol.

What I like about slave world is it allows the pharmaceutical companies a no holds barred approach to research, development and experimental practices, without the nonsense of keeping Horny juice products locked away in back room laboratories for decades only to test it out on cats, dogs and rats.
That would be a total waste. They put it straight out onto the public.
Of course the undesirables will get into it, and the media will flock to cover the ridiculousness of the shit they will get into. Which will give all the unelected bureaucrats the cover to pass more sinister legislation to fuck us all over more than they all ready do.

Like this story I’m working on here. The slave naked undesirables could raid the city council meeting in Birmingham. And raise total Hell about the latest water and sewer rate hikes.

The ER’s and doc in the box places would be swamped with these types.

“ I’m so Horny and I can’t get off!!! “

The psych floor would be slap full. The slave markets would fill up with people beginning for them to take them.

It would be total chaos.

The male versions of Horny juice could be equally as bad, I can envision some guy staggering into the ER stripped from the waist down with the head of his dick dragging across the floor cause he over dosed on Horny juice plus growth enhancement.

“ Doc I just wanted it to be a little bigger!…I wasn’t expecting this! “

The possibilities and potential for horny juice could be endlessly entertaining.

[Mr. Smith]

I never developed a male version of Horny Juice. Just didn't want to go there. It was Carl Bradford I think that added in the breast growing one size after sustained use. I decided that due to genetics Asians grew two breast sizes. I did do some research finding studies that determined that sexual arousal reduced anxiety and stress, two things that slaves, especially freshly enslaved, would suffer from. Stripping them naked and cranking up the arousal makes sense when you follow the science. I added in the need for a prescription for free women to use Horny Juice. I was working on a story where two high school seniors snuck some of their father's pleasure sluts Horny Juice and spiked the drink of the frigid hot teacher and she was arrested for driving under the influence of Horny Juice, which by the way has a minimum 180 enslavement as a sentence for first-time offenders. I also have posing as a slave in public as another 180 mandatory minimum misdemeanor offense.

Now there are Weed Oils with THC infused in them that also work for both women and men, although men need to take a suppository to be absorbed where it can be sprayed directly inside the vagina when the lips are pulled open. One thing Weed Oil does is increase blood flow which increases sensitivity in that region, which for men centers around the prostate. It is not effective when applied topically on men. At some point I will use this for my male slave story to help him take a pegging from his Mistress. I kind of like the humiliation when a cute coed domina puts him in stirrups and applies the weed oil to prep him for his pegging training.

See below for one article on female use.
One thing Weed Oil does is increase blo ... region.

[mikey22]

The shopping experience.

Through the doors the girls stroll looking around. Of course it’s got them big anchor store like Sears, JC Penney’s and Parisian. And lots of them high end specialty stores in between. Like the one that sells them high end designer jeans that go for $100.00 a pair.
The shocking thing about that was that was back then and not today.

The girls do know the value of of a dollar though when they just stared at one pair that had several holes in them complete with oil or grease stains.

“ Is this supposed to be a joke?…They seriously want a hundred bucks for those? “

So those didn’t get bought by them. Misty did buy herself a pair of Gasoline jeans which she tried on in the small closet sized dressing room.

Little did she know she was under surveillance by a small camera that went straight to the third floor security center.

A group of men gathered around the monitor watching Misty as she slipped off her heels and changed pants.

“ She’s a little Rollie pole thing ain’t she? “

“ Yeah but she’s got the ass like a black girls got!”

“ Look Wow she’s taking off her top! “

“ For some reason she looks very familiar to me. “

Many of the others seemed to agree and paid closer attention to the busty big girl on the monitor screen.

Yeah this was the perfect time Misty thought she’d get out of her bra. She stood there topless for a moment looking at her big tits in the mirror.and uncontrollably she placed her hands over her sensitive nipples and started massaging them.

That was followed by her quickly unfastening the tight jeans and sliding her fingers into her panties.
She starts to pant and lets out a loud moan as she masturbates thinking no one would know.

“ Oh look at that she needs it bad! “
The men all started to laugh.

“ I’d fuck that! “
This security guard named Justin said.

“ Dude why are you such a chubby chaser? “

“ You say that about all the fat girls!…And your wife ain’t even fat! “

“ Sometimes the fat ones got the best pussy! “
Justin responded with a smile as he watched Misty on the monitor.

Meanwhile outside the little changing room, Shirley again listened to Misty moan.

“ Girlfriend other people can hear you out here! “

“ Oh Shit!…I’m sorry!…Just loss control of myself!”
Misty admitted as she quickly fastened the jeans put back on her top, slipped back on her shoes and stuffed her bra inside her purse.
She then walks out to model the jeans for Shirley.

“ What you think? “

“ Oh yeah that’s your look and you know it! “

“ I know right?…You should get you a pair? “

“ No I’m gonna wait I’m gonna use mine to get you slave graded. “

“ Shit!…I ain’t doing that today! “

They make their way to the cashier.

“ I’m gonna buy these. “

The girl comes around the counter and scans the tag then with a little tool unlocked and removes the anti theft device attached to the jeans.

“ That will be $110.65 please. “
The cashier said as Misty unzipped her purse.
She starts to blush when she sees the girl looking at her bra as she shoved it over to dig for her billfold.

“ That’s mine I’m not steeling it. “
Misty said in an embarrassed voice.

“ I know you’re not. “
The cashier gestures towards Misty’s bra less breasts. Causing Misty to look down at herself seeing her thick nipples poking through the top.

Misty blushed again.

“ It’s okay that happens to me lots of times. “

The cashier looks upwards towards the vent in the ceiling.

“ Sometimes I think there is something in the air causing it. “

“ You think that too? “
Misty said handing over the cash.
The girl nods as she counted out the cash. She then gave her her change, receipt.

“ Thank you for shopping with us and have a nice day. “

They then proceeded back to the car to put away Misty’s jeans.
Then back into the mall, checking out the Kay Jewelry store. fantasizing about somebody actually buying them all that high end shit.

Misty doesn’t get taken to jewelry stores. She gets the stuff K-Mart offers.

It didn’t take long for them to figure out they were out priced at that place.
So it was off to Build a Bear then the Disney store.

But after that they spotted something they weren’t expecting to see.

The Slave X store.

“ What the Hell??? “

Of course they had to check it out.

This is the kind of place you wouldn’t expect to see in a mall. Usually these places are in some run down part of town.

But it had anything and everything the slave culture could possibly want. Collars, leashes, bits, bridals gags of all types, lingerie, shoes, boots and of course toys of all styles and sizes. XXX movies and books.

Along the back wall though the girls heard sounds of a girl whimpering.

A middle eastern man walks then beats on the wall.

“ Knock it off back there!…You’re scaring the customers! “

He looks towards the girls.

“ We got slaves…You want to see the inventory?”

“ No but do you do gradings? “

“ Yes right this way. “
He leads them back to the front counter.

He pointed towards his menu of services a slave grade was $200.00.
He also offered branding, piercings and tattoos. And had pictures of every design imaginable.

“ What you think?…I’ll pay for it, if you want? “
Shirley offered.

“ Where and who does the grading? “
Misty asks.

“ I do in the back room…You should do it, that’s a good price! “

“ Does a certificate or warranty come with it? “

“ Oh yeah we got certificate. “

“ What about the brand, does it come with it? “

Misty hits Shirley in the arm.

“ I’m not getting my ass branded! “

“ That will be $200.00 more. “

“ I got officially graded and branded for $300.00 “

“ Bull shit! “
He said in his thick accent disputing her claim.

Shirley quickly unfastened her jeans snatched them down with her panties and turned to show him her ass. Her brand was the state of Mississippi with the state seal burned into the middle of it.

“ Yeah but that’s Mississippi. “
He said with an insulting laugh.

“ Where are your credentials? “

“ I left them back in Pakistan. “

Shirley and Misty look at one another.

“ He’s from that shit hole and he’s gonna laugh at our state? “

“ Hey I’m sorry I’ll knock a $100.00 off and guarantee your grade until you walk out the door.”

Misty looks at Shirley as if she’s thinking seriously about it.

“ show me where you’ve been licensed by the state and city to do gradings and branding. “
Shirley demanded.

“ Get out! “
The man yells at them.

“ Alabama don’t force licensing or have any regulations on slave stuff?…WTF? “
Shirley said in disbelief.

“ That guy gave me the creeps anyway! Did you hear how pitiful that slave sounded in the back? “

“ Yeah somebody should report him to PETA !..Or the humane society! “

“ In them countries he’s from all women are slaves anyway. There just for fucking and cranking out babies. “

The move along to the food court and quickly make a few friends while hanging out.

“ Hey these people are pretty cool like us. “
Shirley whispers to Misty, judging by the cars in the parking lot they assumed everyone would be stuck up.

Being a Saturday afternoon the teenage crowd grew larger and larger. The girls found a few guys they started to flirt with also.

From a nearby stage a group of slave girls took to the stage and started covering Madonna’s Like a Virgin.

You couldn’t help but to laugh at the hypocrisy of that.

So everyone starts to dance and have a good time.
Then from all directions Livestock agents moved in on them and all Hell broke loose.

“ It’s a round up! “
They heard a girl scream.
Misty and Shirley found themselves pulled from the chaotic crowd by to mall security officers.

“ Come with us! “
They demanded escorting them onto the elevator, as it rose they watched through the glass down below at the riot that they’d just been rescued from.

“ What is that? “
Misty asks the security guard.

“ There rounding them up. “
Within minutes the girls were all lined up, patted down and their wrists zipped in a single filed line they were marched out of the mall and crammed into a U-Haul rental truck.

“ Where are they taking them? “
Shirley asks.

“ Probably the Farmers market, that’s where they do the inspections and selections. “

“ What are they being selected for? “

“ Auction what else would it be? “

“ Damn! And we were just talking about how bad Pakistan was. “

Shirley said looking around the monitoring center of the security floor. The girls knew they had surveillance everywhere. Misty starts to blush again knowing she’d been watched in the dressing room earlier.

Yeah not only the dressing rooms but also every public restroom in the place was on camera.

They saw two women security guards drooling over some well endowed guy as he pissed in a urinal.

“ Let’s go follow him around. “
One of them said to the other.

Shirley and Misty noticed lots of the men and women in the room started looking and pointing at them while quietly conversing with one another.

“ My name is Justin by the way. “
The lead security guy says as he escorts the girls into a room with a table, chairs, file cabinets Tv and VCR.

“ Y’all just have a seat and wait…There is coffee and doughnuts here if you like? “

He then left them without taking there ID’s no pat down or nothing but sit and wait.

As the air conditioner kicks on blowing that cool mist of horny juice down on them from above, they appreciated being rescued from what appeared be a guaranteed enslavement from moments before but wondered why they were here? They hadn’t broke any laws. And why were they singled out from the rest? If it was for pussy they could have selected many other girls that were hotter than they were.

But as they waited they did help themselves to the coffee and doughnuts while wondering on what would happen next.

[timerider]

Great job

[Mr. Smith]

I always thought round-up occurred in Westerns, not the Deep South. What is the legal basis for detaining women caught in a round-up? I can't help myself, I had to ask. It would be interesting if our donut chomping sluts were to get arrested for a few Horny Juiced induced sexual assaults in the mall or maybe a lesser offense of some kind.

[mikey22]

I always thought round-up occurred in Westerns, not the Deep South. What is the legal basis for detaining women caught in a round-up? I can't help myself, I had to ask. It would be interesting if our donut chomping sluts were to get arrested for a few Horny Juiced induced sexual assaults in the mall or maybe a lesser offense of some kind.

I sort of thought about using the word Blitz also but somehow roundup sort of explained it better. Them sluts are gonna be taken to the slave pens at the Farmers market to make sure there SIN cards are up to date and there numbers match up right if not there going up for auction.
I’m still contemplating on what to torture my doughnut eating sluts with. I want them to sort of feel thankful that they weren’t in the round up, as if they’ve got this situation made then yank the rug of freedom right out from under there feet.

[Mr. Smith]

I like the idea of the donut chompers committing some minor misdemeanor resulting in a public corporal punishment followed by a period of public display and a week wearing the collar. The visualization of Misty getting a very public paddling, whipping or cropping has a certain appeal to it. I'm sure there's a way to slutify this. You're sentenced to 30 lashes but reduce them by one for every man you suck off down to the mandatory minimum of 5 lashes. What does a girl do? Decisions, decisions; maybe give them a shot of Horny Juice before executing the sentence. Just a thought.

[Mr. Smith]

I like the idea of the donut chompers committing some minor misdemeanor resulting in a public corporal punishment followed by a period of public display and a week wearing the collar. The visualization of Misty getting a very public paddling, whipping or cropping has a certain appeal to it. I'm sure there's a way to slutify this.

Displayed naked at the county fair or a livestock market bound to a pole with their ankles in a spreader bar and their hands secured to the pole above their heads. Gag them and dose them with horny juice and let the general public fondle them as they please. If a member of the general public get's too rough, well there's always another pole to fill with someone who doesn't know the difference between driving them wild with frustrated arousal and hurting them.

[mikey22]

Misty gets more nervous and when she gets nervous she has a tendency to eat and continues to chomp away at the doughnuts.

“ Don’t eat them all!… I’m sure those are for the employees, this looks like there break room. “
Shirley warns her.

“ They shouldn’t have offered them to us then. “
Misty says as she also helps herself to the last cup of coffee.
Of course she doesn’t even consider making another pot.

From the counter she picks up a pack of smokes and helps herself to someone’s last cigarette.

“ Oh girl that is so wrong! “
Shirley said as Misty lights it up.

“ I wonder why we were saved from that roundup? “
Misty asks sitting back down into her chair, then sipping away at her coffee.

“ Maybe it’s cause these guys think we’re hot? “

“ No we are not hot, lots of them other girls were hot…I’m not hot! “

“ See that’s what your problem is. You need to think more positive about yourself…Lots of guys think you’re hot. “

“ Name one! “

“ Ugh….Mmmmmmm….Ugh. “

“ Yeah that’s what I thought. “
Misty said taking the last draw from the cigarette then crushed it out just as some guy that walks in looks like he’s probably a maintenance man possibly.

He opened the empty box of doughnuts and gets instantly pissed off, throwing the box into the trash.

“ Every time I bring the doughnuts I don’t even get one!…And these lazy bastards can’t even make a pot of coffee when they finish it off!
Oh that’s where I left my cigarettes. “

He picks up the empty pack then growled realizing it was empty then throws it into the trash.
As the coffee was brewing he walks to the vending machine puts his money in and selects a bag of M&Ms which gets hung up and won’t fall.


“ God Damnit! “
He yells out in rage, making both the girls jump. They watch him as he starts rocking the machine back and forth.

It was obvious that this guy was having a bad day.

His beeper starts going off.

He looks at it and sighs knowing it’s his supervisor.

“ Guess I don’t need a break anyway! “
He said storming out the door.

After he left the pack of M&Ms fall to the bottom of the machine, Misty looks straight over at the machine.

“ Don’t you dare!…Just leave them! “
Shirley said knowing that Misty was chomping at the bit to retrieve them.

About that time Justin the nice security guard walks in with a handful of his minions following him.,

“ Are these the same girls? “
One of them asks as they look the girls over intensely.

Shirley hits Misty on the arm and smiles.

“ See they think we’re hot! “

Justin smiles and nods agreeing with her comment.

“ You know us? “
Misty asks curiously.

“ Yes everyone in the security industry knows the two of you. “

Both the girls were blown away hearing that one.

“ Before we get started I’m gonna need your SIN cards. “

Justin obviously wasn’t gonna beat around the bush with driver’s license and so on. He went straight for the important stuff.
Shirley proudly hands hers over first. Misty was sort of nervous knowing hers was a fake but the guy she bought it from said it was guaranteed to pass in every state.

She hands it over, Justin hands them over to one of his minions and off he went to make copies and run there numerous through the computer system.

Justin then opens a file and brings out two mugshots of both the girls. He paced them on the break room table and hands Misty a Sharpie.

“ If you don’t mind please autograph these for me.”

Both girls look at one another with bewildered looks.

“ WTF?…Are we celebrities or something? “
Misty blurts out, as she scribbled her signature alongside her picture.
She then handed the Sharpie to Shirley that did the same.

“ Yes mam y’all didn’t know? “

“ Know what? “
Shirley asks giving Justin one of her dum blonde looks.

He nods acknowledging there ignorance then proceeded to turn on the Tv and VCR and in moments the girls see themselves being escorted by some hulking sized black man as they walked into what obviously was a jail.

[mikey22]

Beneath the bright fluorescent lights of a dingy corridor the only sound heard was of there high heeled shoes echoing throughout the quiet building.

Just seeing that clip made the memories of that night come rushing back to Misty.
A sense of extreme nervousness comes over her watching herself as they were marched into the processing room she shivered seeing the man immediately take her long leather trench coat from her shoulders discarding it as if it was nothing but trash, before removing her handcuffs.

As the video plays Justin starts to explain that the girls especially Misty was very popular in what they were told was police porn.
Or footage from there unfortunate previous arrests which there was many. Was used as training videos from every police academy across the country.

“ Wow! I told you you were hot! If you weren’t why are you all ways the first to get naked? “

Misty couldn’t believe she was watching herself being stripped.

Top first seems to be the protocol. As she sees her big tits on display to the world for the first time.

“ Oh I wish my tits were that big! “
Shirley said in an envious voice.

Misty might agree with her about her amazing tits, they are good assets to have but her chubby upper arms and belly was a different story.

Just out of view of the camera you could hear the sound of a man’s belt buckle jingling as the black man was stripping down himself.

“ I never got those shoes back! “
Misty complained watching the obvious lesbian deputy as she removed and confiscated her sexy peep toed pumps.

She shivered again remembering how she felt as the woman gently massaged her hosed feet. Before demanding that she stand so her jeans could be removed. Her fat cunt bulged from a pair of satin bikini panties with that perfect camel toe look going for it.

There was obviously a glitch in the video it suddenly showed Misty being bent over with one leg up on the table and that hulking sized black man behind her fucking her brains out.

Misty was panting and grunting as he pounded her. You could see the agonizing pain in her face as the head of his cock rammed against her cervix repeatedly.

The camera angle moved to the side, showing that his huge BBC was hitting rock bottom. Misty’s cunt was too small to accommodate his extra ordinary length.
So he pulls out lubed up parts the cheeks of her fat ass.

“ Oh God please no!…Not my ass!…Your to big! “

You could hear Misty beg for mercy but all that fell on deaf ears, as he pushed on and sunk his long thick cock balls deep into her ass.

That was followed by a gut wrenching squeal that was heard across the entire jail.
Within seconds he was at full speed as she gripped the sides of the table almost as if she was in the branding rack.
From the side view you could easily see his dark skinned low hanging balls slapping against her cunt.
That was followed by.

“ Don’t stop!…Don’t stop! “
As multiple orgasms flowed from her entire being.

Just sitting there watching and remembering Misty gets so horny she feels herself quivering as she creams her jeans right there.

The video ends with Misty on her knees mouth open catching his load as if it was a bullseye on a target. His load was so big that the excess coated her face and dripped from her chin, finally he finished jerking herself off, and you could see his dick as it starts to soften. He then makes her suck him clean.

“ Get it clean Bitch! I don’t want my wife knowing that I’ve been fucking some trashy white girl! “

As the video ends that minion returns with there SIN cards and a disturbing report from the ones in charge of The National Slave Registry, regarding Misty’s slave status.

“ Sir we have a problem here. “
The minion says to Justin as he stared straight at Misty.

[mikey22]

Justin steps away taking the report from the minion.

Yeah Misty’s card was rejected from the National slave registry. That was followed by an arrest warrant, stating that the slave holding this falsified card be taken into custody processed as a slave and transported to the nearest slave market to be sold as is at auction or any other type of sale.

As Justin took in the instructions of the computerized documents. Shirley leans into Misty.

“ Oh that guy is so cute!…Did you see the size of his bulge??? “

“ How could any girl miss that?…I can’t believe I’m so horny right now! I mean after watching myself getting fucked on that video? “

“ Yeah I know! You looked so good getting fucked like that! “

“ I know I can’t believe I just creamed my jeans watching myself! “

“ Really? “
Shirley ask’s surprised.

Misty uncrossed and spread her legs wide.

“ Oh you dirty whore I can smell your stinking cunt right through your clothes! “

Misty flashes a quick guilty smile.

That’s when Justin and his team of minions walks back in and start looking at Misty real hard, he’s got both there SIN cards in his hands.

“ Misty they seem to have a problem with your card? “

“ And what might that be? “

“ Unfortunately from my observation it’s your grade. “

Justin of course doesn’t inform her yet that she’s under arrest, he chooses to fuck with her a little first.

“ And what’s wrong with my grade? “

“ I’ll need both of you to stand up. “
The girls look at one another then obey the order without question.
Justin positions them so there legs are spread there arms are raised hands behind head, with fingers interlocked together. Misty’s loose fitting top rose high enough that her chubby belly was fully exposed and the bottoms of her big tits hung out from under the top, along with her thick horny erect nipples poking through the top.

Justin takes his time comparing Misty’s chubby upper body to Shirley’s more lean and slimmer body.

“ The first issue is your card says your Choice Plus, and hers says she’s Choice Minus, but you have all this excess. “
He said as he fondled her chubby belly.

Misty gets the immediate nervous feeling that he’s on to her. But the fact is that she was so envious of Crystal being Prime Plus that she wanted her grade to be as close to Prime as it could be believable to be, but unfortunately that’s her downfall lol.

“ We got different standards. “
Misty says in a trembling voice.

“ I guess that’s Mississippi standards? “
One of the minions said.

“ What standards? “
Another one of them said.

That’s when the whole room erupted in hysterical laughter.

That of course struck a nerve with Misty.

“ WTF? It’s just one state over? “
She realizes then why Crystal and mom hate Alabama so bad.

Despite the insulting laughter that revolved around Misty’s falsified grade, she quickly noticed that Justin couldn’t keep his hands off her chubby body.

“ Mmmmm…He’s a chubby chaser? “
She says to herself with amusement.

Suddenly a plain cardboard box was passed along and placed on the table where the doughnut box was previously at.

One of the minions steps over to Shirley.

“ Open up! “
He demanded holding a small flashlight.

She of course submits to his demand, and within seconds he matched up the numbers from the inside of her lower lip matching it to her official SIN card.

“ She’s got her numbers boss! “

Shirley breathed a sigh of relief hearing that, nothing makes a girl happier than the relief of knowing her card and credentials are on the up and up in slave world.

Misty got her turn then and of course no numbers were found.

“ Why have you got no numbers? “
Justin asks, all ready knowing the answer of course but was curious about what Misty might say.

And unfortunately all she could come up with was.

“ Federal Law says! “

And that’s all she got out, cause all the minions chanted together.

“ State Law Trumps Federal Law!!!…State Law Trumps Federal Law…State Law Trumps Federal Law!!! “

Only in slave would do you hear this quote.

Here in the real world the hard core leftist is gonna cry about Federal law trumping state law usually around the baby killing laws and things of that nature.
But fortunately here in slave world teenagers and young women are injected on high doses of birth control and horny juice so those types of laws are not necessary.

Motherhood is more reserved for women above the age of 30, usually by that age there profitability has dropped substantially enough that there not worth putting on the block anymore anyhow.

Things wasn’t looking good for Misty at that moment as she felt Justin’s hands lifting that slutty top she wore.
She raised her hands allowing him to take it right off her body.
It was tossed right into the cardboard box.
She immediately put her hands back behind her head pushing her tits forward.

Standing top less in her designer jeans and heels beneath the vent that blew a mist of horny juice vapor down on to her.

She got a mixed bag of reactions from the audience. Of course some wanted to gag, barf of bark. But others whistled, clapped and yelled rude sounding cat calls at her.

The odd thing was Misty stood there proudly for the first time she felt sexy as Hell and proud to show it all off, as if she was a model on the red carpet. Usually she avoided the spotlights of life. Those rolls always were more for her more outgoing sister Crystal, but this was unusually different.

“ I want to go to the block! “
Misty yells out to her audience of on lookers.

“ Sir should I arrange transport? “
One of the minions asks Justin.

“ Yes but tell them to take there fucking time! “
Justin groped her tits hard then went right to her neck sucking it hard as he pressed his throbbing cock against her ass.

[Mr. Smith]

Of course Alabama gets the Supremacy Clause wrong, but that's not going to do Misty any good.

Motherhood is more reserved for women above the age of 30, usually by that age their profitability has dropped substantially enough that they're not worth putting on the block anymore anyhow.

So most women in Alabama get pregnant from 13 to 17 or have to wait until after 30 when they in theory can become a new mother and grandmother at the same time. The the differences in breeding rituals in each state are facinating.

[mikey22]

At the time Shirley was captivated by the video playing of there previous arrest.

“ Oh my God!…I can’t believe this shit is legal? “

She says under her breath as she watched herself and Misty being marched straight into the processing room.

With her eyes seeing the examination table with the stirrups high and wide at the foot of the table.
Seeing the high heeled boots that lay in the floor beneath it sent an instant chill up her spine. The pantyhose and bra that hung over the sides of the trash can, along with all the other garments from the crying naked brunette that was walked out as they were walking in, told the story that the strip down wasn’t voluntary.
She looks back at Misty, by this time her and Justin were making out like two passionate lovers.

There tongue’s flickered together as they open mouth kissed.
Misty’s tits were pressed against his uniformed chest. Her hands instead of being behind her head was now around his back holding him tight and close.

Suddenly then one of his minions noticed something he needs to be informed about.

“ Sir…Sir!…You need to stop and look at this! “

“ What??? “
Justin said in an annoyed voice as he broke there kiss.

Misty’s left hand was then shown to Justin.

“ Oh now I’m jealous!…So your taken all ready???”

“ I’m engaged. “
Misty said with a beaming smile.

“ When’s the wedding? “

“ Oh just whenever, we haven’t set a date yet. “

“ By all means please send me an invitation…I’d love to join the two of you in your honeymoon suite. I’m sure I could give your fiancé a few pointers in how to really fuck a woman! “

He said arrogantly.

Holding her hand in his he takes a hold of her ring and slips it off her finger.

“ I’m afraid though your engagement is gonna have to be on hold for a while. “

He holds the ring up towards the bright lights above to give it a look over.

“ Shit the poor bastard can’t even afford something from The Wall Mart Jewelry counter? “

Misty immediately remembers that day of me grumbling.

“ We can get the same ring for $40.00 cheeper at K-Mart! “

“ A beautiful woman like yourself deserves much better than this! “
He said tossing the cheap ring off into the cardboard box.

“ Oh my!…Did he say I was beautiful? “

Misty was definitely growing attached to Justin.

He looks down at her new jeans she just bought maybe an hour before.

“ How them new jeans fitting? “

Misty was somewhat shocked that he knew she’d just bought them and wore them straight out of the store.

“ Hands back up behind your head! “

Misty snapped into the more submissive position, tits out, standing tall with her moms 5 inch stripper heels incasing her slave sweating nylon clad feet, with her legs parted just enough to invite a man’s hands to feel her up.

“ Mmmm! A little on the tight side ain’t they? “
He said rubbing her ass, she found his touch to be almost electrifying, as he squat behind her, his fingers glided softly along her inner thighs. Her cunt starts to juice even more as his fingers tease her by coming inches from her throbbing sex box.

From a few feet away Shirley could see the outline of her bulging fat cunt as if it’s pulsing beneath the denim jeans.

Justin’s hands move below her knees feeling her calves, he looks at her left ankle.

“ No ankle bracelet this time? “
He asked looking up at her.

She turned towards the Tv again seeing herself and Shirley parting with there jewelry.

“ Take the anklet off? “
The obnoxious lesbian guard said in a voice of authority.

Misty turned and placed her foot into a folding metal chair.

The camera zooms in on her high heeled shoe. Her hosed toe pushed out the front of the toe box. As she removed the anklet and handed it over. The male inmate in orange jail garb had his big cock out, stroking away.

The camera speed slowed down enough that you could see his cock blast away sending rope after rope of his seed tumbling through the air. It then speeds up again splattering against the black leather of her pump, leaving a thick white blob. She’d then wipe it with two fingers and suck them seductively clean.

Misty blushed again feeling somewhat humiliated knowing every man in the room was watching this.

“ I never got it back…I didn’t get my shoes back either. “
Misty said breaking the awkward silence of everyone just staring at her.

“ It’s okay I’m sure my wife has one for you to wear. “

Misty gulps nervously hearing that one.

“ I think an anklet with the word slave attached to it would be appropriate for you. “

“ Shit! “
Misty says to herself feeling the reality coming over her knowing that she could possibly soon be a real slave.

For a moment she imagines herself being a barefoot slave in Justin’s house probably doing all the cooking and cleaning then probably finding herself between his wife’s legs while Justin’s fucking her.

She sighs hoping that thought doesn’t become a reality.
Getting fucked, sucking cock is one thing, licking another woman’s split is not what Misty’s into. Now if she’s on the receiving end of it that’s a different story.

[mikey22]

Misty’s thoughts were suddenly halted when a pair of scissors was handed to Justin.
Her eyes grew big and wide as he held the hem of her new jeans tightly and opened the scissors.

“ Oh she’s gonna be pissed! “
Shirley said with wide eyes and a gaping jaw.

Justin smiles as the denim splits apart exposing more of her hosed calf.
Misty feed the bottom of the scissor glide smoothly against her leg as her pasty white skin above her nylons are exposed, she’s shocked but thankful that the scissors didn’t catch hold of her panties as the waist of her jeans parts away from her body.

Justin’s hands move to her other leg within seconds the jeans fall to the floor.

“ That’s over a hundred dollar pair of jeans! “
Misty pointed out to Justin in one of her annoyed tones.

“ No they were over a hundred dollar pair of jeans! They are garbage now! “
Justin said back to her seeing Shirley kneel down to pick them up.

“ I know it won’t be the same but maybe your mom could sew them up. “
Shirley said tossing them into Misty’s box of belongings.

Humiliated but still standing tall in her heels with her hands behind her head fingers interlocked together pushing her tits forward even more. Her nipples still hard and sensitive as the cool air and mist of horny vapor blows down onto her from the vent above. Justin was like a dog in heat directly behind her kneeling and sniffing, she feels his nose against the thin satin of her light blue full backed panties.
Her scent was completely intoxicating to him, as he moves to her front sniffing her crotch even more.

“ Smells wet? “
Justin points out.

Truth was though she was soaking with desire as her cunt juices beneath her panties.

Her heart pounds seeing his hands rise taking hold of her panties and slipping them down.
Justin smiles seeing how cleanly free she was from pubic hair.

“ Nice it’s good to see a girl that truly keeps herself up! “
Justin said in an impressed voice.

He wasted no time examining her cunt, which was done by just shoving his fingers up her.

“ Used but tight! I like it! “
He said giving her an approving smile, as he knelt again feeling her nylon encased calves one last time.

Misty sighed as Justin pulled her shoes off, then went to work pulling her nylons down Misty raised her foot as she watched.

Though her body was exposed to everyone being barefoot seemed to bother her the most as her sweaty feet touched the cold floor for the first time sending another chill up her spine.

“ I love those shoes! “
Shirley said slipping one of her own shoes off to try it on.

“ Those are moms. “
Misty informed her.

“ You think she’d miss them? “

“ Yeah probably so…Wouldn’t you? “

Shirley proceeds to put her own shoe back on and collect the last articles of Misty’s clothing and put them into the box.

“ Kneel slave! “
Justin said to her.

Misty kneels down before him for the first time.

“ Ain’t he supposed to at least offer me a mat? “
She says to herself feeling the hard cold floor against her knees.

“ Now take out my cock! “

Misty didn’t have to be told twice on that one, she goes right for his belt unbuckling it, then the snap and zipper.

As his zipper comes down his cock eagerly just slipped out of his pants.

“ Wow! He goes commando? “
Misty and Shirley say to one another in unison.

Yeah it appears that women like seeing a man go without underwear it shows he’s confident with himself.
It obviously didn’t appear to bother Justin either by being exposed in front of all his coworkers and all.

“ It’s so big? “
Misty said reaching up and gently stroking him as he smiles looking down onto her.

He nods with approval when she opens wide and takes him into her hot mouth.

Shirley quickly kneels at her friends side looking on intensely at Justin’s well endowed cock as it slips in and out of Misty’s mouth.

“ Oh what the Hell?…Why not? “
Justin said pulling his cock from Misty’s mouth then offered it to Shirley, who eagerly takes him into her mouth for herself.

[Mr. Smith]

Is there a potential "Cock Fight" between Misty and Shirley as the Horny Juice gas impairs their judgment? Then again Justin could inform Shirley, "Excuse me, Miss. You have to be slave naked and collared to suck on a cock in a public place in Alabama which this room qualifies as per statute. I'm placing you under citizen's arrest to remedy the problem."

Oh, the possibilities.

[mikey22]

But as the head of his enormous cock rammed the back of her throat she just froze, her eyes got big and beads of sweat started to pour from her pores.

Misty looked on with a laugh, seeing Justin’s thick veiny cock stuffing her friends mouth.

“ What’s the matter?…Can’t you handle it? “
Misty said mockingly.

“ Oh no!…Let me! “

Misty said reaching for the base of Justin’s cock extracting it from Shirley’s mouth.

“ I can’t believe your momma didn’t teach you how to do this! “
Misty said opening wide and taking Justin’s cock down her throat.

Shirley watched intensely seeing him balls slapping against Misty’s chin.

“ Please sir can I try again? “
Shirley begged.

Justin pulls out of Misty’s mouth, then put it inches away from Shirley’s lips and flexed it in front of her.

She eagerly reached for it and he teasingly pulls it away.

“ Give me! “
Said whimpering.

“ You got to show me more!…Show me your worthy of my big dick! “

Shirley looks again at Misty seeing she’s basically slave naked with the exception of her makeup.

She stood up with a sigh and pulled off her skimpy top, the guys in the room gasped at how perfect her tits looked.

Yes they were smaller than Misty’s big boulders but they also were extremely perky and pleasing to the eyes.

She gasped with surprise as some random guy reached around from behind and groped her repeatedly.

She looks at Justin as if he would stop him.

“ More! “
Was all he said.

“ Let me help you! “

The man said from behind, going right for the snap and zipper of her jeans.

“ Stop it!…Let her do it! “
Justin said to his minion who was obviously rushing the situation faster than Justin anted it to go.

“ Thank you. “
Shirley said in just a whisper.

Justin didn’t acknowledge her thanking him, he just stared down at her still half dressed body.

Shirley looked up towards the television set that still was playing there previous arrest. She sees just like the present Misty was already naked in the video, and it was her turn then.

The same feelings came over her then that she felt that night, which was nothing short of being terrorizing.
There was no romance no slow erotic build up it’s just stripping down in front of a room full of strange men.

What’s the big deal? Every woman supposed to know how and be comfortable with this!

Even with the aid of horny juice vapor blowing down from the vent onto her naked breasts that doesn’t curb the feelings of fear from one’s brain.

Shirley knows she has to suck it up and get this over with.

She sighs glancing down at her feet, just as every man in the room was doing. Watching as she slipped her hosed right foot from her high heeled pump.
She flexed her leg behind her and wiggles her toes for a moment before placing it on the cool floor. She immediately slipped her left foot from its shoe, then turned around facing all Justin’s minions but her ass was facing him.

She bends at the waist and slowly lowered her jeans showing him her thong and thigh length stockings.
But what caught Justin’s and everyone else’s attention more so than her perfect tight little bubble shaped ass, was the brand that was burned into her right cheek.

It was of the State of Mississippi with a magnolia flower right in the middle of it.
This was all the proof that anyone needed to know she’d been officially graded and registered into the National Slave Registry.

She smiles for the first time, looking back up towards Justin through her spread legs.

He then smacks and squeezes her ass.

“ Put your shoes back on and get on your knees!”

Everyone was flabbergasted at Justin’s demands.

“ But sir she’s not slave naked? “
Many of them yelled out.

“ Sir don’t you want her as a slave? She’s hotter than the fat one? “

“ First of all she’s legit so she’s not braking the law.
Secondly I have 4 teenage boys at home, how in the Hell am I gonna get any work out of my slave if there fucking her all the time? “

“ Shit! “
Misty said under her breath knowing that her potential enslavement was gonna be more about hard labor than just sex.

Up until then she thought Justin liked her cause she thought that he thought she was hot. Now she wasn’t quite sure, guess she’ll have to meet his wife or her future mistress to see what her body type is to know for sure.

Shirley slipped back on her heels and knelt at Misty’s side anxiously waiting another try at Justin’s cock.