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.

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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.