After Misty returned home from her failed shopping adventure to Birmingham. She had a few things that tagged along with her.
Mainly it was the side effects of The Virgin Brand Cunt tightening cream.
“ This shit should be outlawed! “
Misty. complains.
Yeah apparently being to tight is a bad thing.
And what made it worse was that the girl at the doctors office just busted out laughing when Misty called requesting an appointment.
The urgent care doc in the box gave her the same reaction.
It seemed that having a cunt to tight was as equally bad as some guy crying cause his dick is to big?
So in reality this shit just doesn’t happen in the real world, or slave world for that matter.
It bothers her so much that she informs mom. Who comes into her room and examines her.
Mom was in disbelief also especially when Misty cries out in pain from the pressure of just one finger going into her.
“ Damn your tight! “
Mom fixed her an ice pack hoping that it would shrink the pressure.
“ I’m gonna tell one of my lawyers about this! If this shits made in the US we’re going after them.”
“ What if it’s from another country? “
“ Don’t know guess we’ll see what the lawyer says.
I have red in articles in them third world countries that men will sew a woman up to just the diameter of his cock. Judging by how tight you are the guy must have had a little dick? “
“ No it wasn’t little. “
Misty shyly informed her mother.
“ So what really happened? “
Misty told mom about what went down at the mall, how the random girls were just rounded up and enslaved.
“ Wow enslaving women ain’t supposed to be that easy. “
She then told her about the nice good looking security guard that she thought was rescuing them from slavery.
“ But when I handed him my fake SIN card and didn’t have numbers inside my lip and no brand he enslaved me. “
He strip searched us both.
Mom’s heart raced.
“ How many was there to look on? “
“ I don’t know maybe 15 or 20! “
“ I love a good strip search! Was he thorough?…Did he make you take everything off? “
“ Yes everything came off! “
“ I wish those things happened to me more often.”
“ It was embarrassing! He then fucked me in front of everyone then called these guys to take me away. They paraded me throughout the mall slave naked! Put me in the back of a truck and drove me around. And even stopped to whore me out! “
“. You needed that experience I can tell it was good for you. “
“ Yeah but they rubbed this cream all over my cunt. It’s to tight now!…What am I gonna do? “
“ Not sure maybe it will loosen up on its own. “
“ It needs to hurry up. I’m horny and I need a good fuck. “
“ I know I need one to!…So the guy was well endowed Hu? “
The bedroom door was ajar that’s when Cody walked but going back into Crystals bedroom. His big cock swung from side to side.
“ Was he bigger than Cody? “
“ Yeah mom he was bigger! “
“ Wow! You’re a lucky girl! Maybe I need to go shopping in Birmingham. “
“ I don’t feel lucky! “
She didn’t feel lucky when mom brought a package in that was left by UPS.
It contained a VHS tape titled Busted a policeman’s guide on how to conduct a proper strip search.
Mom calls us all into the living room she’d even made us popcorn and had us drinks made also.
The video starts with music playing and many random girls arguing with police.
“ Hey don’t touch me there! “
“ Ain’t you supposed to get a woman to do this? “
“ I’m calling my lawyer! “
“ Hey! Exit only Ass hole! “
Which was followed by a loud painful sounding grunt.
The music stopped and all could be heard was the sounds of women’s high heels clicking and clacking loudly on a tiled floor.
Camera comes into focus of a woman walking towards the camera showing only her shoes. Which were a sexy pair of peep toe pumps. And nude hose. The camera slowly comes upwards showing her blue jean covered legs along with a long leather black trench coat that concealed the rest of her clothes. Her hands were cuffed in the front, her hair long thick and red. Parted down the middle but concealed most of her face. A pair of sunglasses rested on top of her head.
Though the identity of the woman in the video wasn’t identified by name. I felt Misty shiver as she watched it. Knowing it was none other of her self that was staring in the movie.
The narrator starts to speak.
“This young woman has just been arrested. The crime she’s been arrested for is not the point. The point is is that she needs a complete strip and cavity search done. And at the end of the video. You all will know every step in conducting these two very important searches. So you the staff and the jailed inmates she’ll be housed with will be safe from any drugs weapons or contraband that she could possibly smuggle into the jail. “
The narrator had as much personality as a brown paper bag. He sort of had that Joe Friday from the old Dragnet Tv. Show theme going for him. It definitely had that official feel to it.
We watched the video seeing that Misty was marched into a large brightly lit room. An exam table complete with stirrups obviously awaited her.
She was allowed to stand there at a desk and watch as a man brings out a clear plastic box, which he opens. A form clamped to a clipboard is held by another officer. Numerous other officers accompanied them most likely to observe and keep things on the up and up.
The narrator speaks again.
“ You might notice that there are no female police officers. That’s mainly because it’s not a woman’s job. A woman’s job is to be barefoot pregnant and cleaning house. And otherwise just being naked and on her knees when her man comes in from a hard days work.
Just kidding…Did I just say that? lol
The truth of the matter is statistics and research has determined that is safer for men to search women and women search men. That rules out the possibility of the same sex collaboration which could result in an escape attempt. “
A plastic tray is placed onto the desk.
“ A woman’s purse will be thoroughly checked and examined in front of the inmate. All personal items will be documented and placed in a safe place for her at time of release.
Unless of course there really valuable. Those might go to the pawn shop. “
Misty watches as her purse is emptied. Her billfold is gone through. Of course the officer robs her of any cash she has and keeps it for himself. Cause after all the jailers job is not the best paying gig around. And he takes advantage of every perk offered to him. Her makeup, hairbrush, tampons, birth control pills are all pawed through.
They laugh and giggle at her 8 inch hot pink vibrator that falls out. They of course turn it on and pass it around and of course sniff it.
An assortment of condemns also are pawed through. Extra large and ribbed for her pleasure.
“ Looks like you like a big one! Don’t you Honey?”
More laughter comes from the onlookers or possibly from a laugh track thats from a comedy show from way back.
About that time her handcuffs are finally removed followed by her long trench coat. Another officer will put her things back into her purse and it will be placed into the box.
“ They all will look her dressed body over pretty thoroughly. She’ll be told again to submit to another pat down.
Though one was done at time of arrest it’s best to do another in case the arresting officer missed something. “
You could hear an annoyed sigh come from Misty. Her gray crop top is loose and short. Which doesn’t leave much to the imagination as her sleeve slips off her shoulder exposing her bra strap.
“ Notice she’ll place her hands behind her head and interlock her fingers together. She’ll then spread her legs as wide as possible so as much of her body can be examined with ease.
The officer will always start at the top at her shoulders and move down her back. “
The camera zooms in on her breasts.
“ A woman’s breasts must be scrutinized thoroughly especially if she’s well endowed and wearing a bra.
These are places a female may try to hide stuff. “
The camera observed how the officer slips his hands under Misty’s top and groped her thoroughly.
“ She’ll always be nervous it’s normal that an arrest is usually one of the worst days of a persons life. Especially for a woman will have a man or multiple men feeling her up multiple times.
His hands will drop below her waist feeling around her buttocks thoroughly. Then between the legs he might squeeze her crotch quite a bit.
Like the breasts the crotch and anus are potential hiding places and they’ll have to be checked. The officer will then kneel behind her, and search each one of her legs. She may blush more looking embarrassed as her pants legs are raised slightly while he feels up her sexy hosed legs.
The officer smiles looking up at her as he examines her gold colored anklet.
What are the odds that she’s a shared wife that likes to keep her heels and hose on when she’s bent over and fucked? “
Busted 2 The Aftermath
Re: Busted 2 The Aftermath
Misty’s views.
“ This shit is embarrassing! Here I’ve already had to suffer through this for real! Now I get to relive it by watching with my family?
Sigh.
Why does this shit keep happening to me anyway? All I was doing was driving home from work. And on comes the blue lights! They can’t wait to get me out of the car to feel me up, get me cuffed and bring me down here.
Crystal is the pretty one and this shit never happens to her.
And mom loves for it to happen to her but it rarely does.
And what’s this shit about me being shared? No matter which ankle I wear my anklet on they always assume I’m shared?
And right now there’s at least 8 deputies standing around watching me! Really? Is little ole me that intimidating? Do they think I’m that big of a bad ass? Or do they want to share me to?
Guess I’m fixing to get used as another cum dump? “
After another round of being fondled Misty’s again standing at the table, seeing her purse sitting in the box and her coat hanging over the back of a chair.
One man takes out a large envelope and opens it. He then pointed towards the same tray that her purse was emptied into.
“ Remove all your jewelry and any piercings. “
She lets out another uncomfortable sigh. As she reached for her earrings taking them out, followed by her necklace, Micky mouse watch, wedding band.
Because of her short revealing top the little ball in her navel was easily seen.
The officer pointed to it. Letting Misty know it was gonna have to come out.
“ Don’t forget your anklet. “
Another on looking officer said.
Every man in the room watched as she placed her high heeled shoe up onto a chair to remove it.
As she did out of habit she clicked her tongue piercing against the back of her teeth.
“ Girl?…What you got in your mouth? “
One of the men asks her directly.
She opens up sticking out her tongue.
All the men gathered around to see the little silver ball that was stuck through her tongue.
“ What you boys think?…Should we make her take it out? “
They sort of stood around giggling and smiling.
Hell no they ain’t gonna make her take it out. They want to feel that little silver ball as it’s sliding along there shafts and feel it being teasingly flicked against there swollen mushroom tips.
Misty watched as her valuables were documented onto her paperwork then they were placed into the envelope and it was sealed.
“ Hey y’all we got coffee and doughnuts. “
Another couple of deputies said as they come through the door.
It’s always interesting how police are so easily distracted by doughnuts and coffee. Or possibly it’s just break time. Government workers are just like them damn union workers they never let a break go by without taking advantage of it.
One officer looks at Misty.
“ Sit down in that chair!..,You got the right to one phone call. “
He then handed Misty the phone then walked away to get his share of doughnuts.
Most people in this predicament are gonna call there lawyer or a bail bondsman.
Misty calls mom cause she’s pretty well connected being a pretty high profile type of citizen and all. Being that she’s been the mayor and a state senator and all. Misty’s sure that somebody in the DA’s office owes her a favor or two and could pull some strings with the police department.
“ It would be cool if I could just go through the revolving door like they do in them big liberal cities and all. Just get finger prints and my mug shot. If I’m lucky maybe I could even keep my heels on. “
Misty thinks as she calls her mom’s number.
Beep…Beep…Beep…I’m sorry the number you’re calling can not be completed as dialed.
“ Shit! “
She calls mom’s office. And got the same recording.
She calls Aunt Cheryl and gets the same recording. Then calls The Fuzzy Duck lounge and gets the same response.
“ Well Damn!…Guess I’m shit out of luck with my one phone call? “
So she hangs up the phone and patiently waits. And waits.
Stomach growling it’s been hours since lunch.
Waits more. There always seems like a lot of waiting going on for those waiting to be processed into jail. Police always seems like they work at a snails pace.
“ Them fucking bastards ain’t even gonna offer me a doughnut? I’m starving here! Let’s get this over with so I can change into my orange jumpsuit eat and go to bed! “
“ This shit is embarrassing! Here I’ve already had to suffer through this for real! Now I get to relive it by watching with my family?
Sigh.
Why does this shit keep happening to me anyway? All I was doing was driving home from work. And on comes the blue lights! They can’t wait to get me out of the car to feel me up, get me cuffed and bring me down here.
Crystal is the pretty one and this shit never happens to her.
And mom loves for it to happen to her but it rarely does.
And what’s this shit about me being shared? No matter which ankle I wear my anklet on they always assume I’m shared?
And right now there’s at least 8 deputies standing around watching me! Really? Is little ole me that intimidating? Do they think I’m that big of a bad ass? Or do they want to share me to?
Guess I’m fixing to get used as another cum dump? “
After another round of being fondled Misty’s again standing at the table, seeing her purse sitting in the box and her coat hanging over the back of a chair.
One man takes out a large envelope and opens it. He then pointed towards the same tray that her purse was emptied into.
“ Remove all your jewelry and any piercings. “
She lets out another uncomfortable sigh. As she reached for her earrings taking them out, followed by her necklace, Micky mouse watch, wedding band.
Because of her short revealing top the little ball in her navel was easily seen.
The officer pointed to it. Letting Misty know it was gonna have to come out.
“ Don’t forget your anklet. “
Another on looking officer said.
Every man in the room watched as she placed her high heeled shoe up onto a chair to remove it.
As she did out of habit she clicked her tongue piercing against the back of her teeth.
“ Girl?…What you got in your mouth? “
One of the men asks her directly.
She opens up sticking out her tongue.
All the men gathered around to see the little silver ball that was stuck through her tongue.
“ What you boys think?…Should we make her take it out? “
They sort of stood around giggling and smiling.
Hell no they ain’t gonna make her take it out. They want to feel that little silver ball as it’s sliding along there shafts and feel it being teasingly flicked against there swollen mushroom tips.
Misty watched as her valuables were documented onto her paperwork then they were placed into the envelope and it was sealed.
“ Hey y’all we got coffee and doughnuts. “
Another couple of deputies said as they come through the door.
It’s always interesting how police are so easily distracted by doughnuts and coffee. Or possibly it’s just break time. Government workers are just like them damn union workers they never let a break go by without taking advantage of it.
One officer looks at Misty.
“ Sit down in that chair!..,You got the right to one phone call. “
He then handed Misty the phone then walked away to get his share of doughnuts.
Most people in this predicament are gonna call there lawyer or a bail bondsman.
Misty calls mom cause she’s pretty well connected being a pretty high profile type of citizen and all. Being that she’s been the mayor and a state senator and all. Misty’s sure that somebody in the DA’s office owes her a favor or two and could pull some strings with the police department.
“ It would be cool if I could just go through the revolving door like they do in them big liberal cities and all. Just get finger prints and my mug shot. If I’m lucky maybe I could even keep my heels on. “
Misty thinks as she calls her mom’s number.
Beep…Beep…Beep…I’m sorry the number you’re calling can not be completed as dialed.
“ Shit! “
She calls mom’s office. And got the same recording.
She calls Aunt Cheryl and gets the same recording. Then calls The Fuzzy Duck lounge and gets the same response.
“ Well Damn!…Guess I’m shit out of luck with my one phone call? “
So she hangs up the phone and patiently waits. And waits.
Stomach growling it’s been hours since lunch.
Waits more. There always seems like a lot of waiting going on for those waiting to be processed into jail. Police always seems like they work at a snails pace.
“ Them fucking bastards ain’t even gonna offer me a doughnut? I’m starving here! Let’s get this over with so I can change into my orange jumpsuit eat and go to bed! “
Re: Busted 2 The Aftermath
From the vent above the A/C kicks on.
Misty shivers as goose bumps breaks out over her arms, she rubs them with her hands, then feels her nipples harden.
“ Horny juice vapor again? “
She sighs again looking upwards at the vent then surveying the room seeing the exam table just a few feet away, it still awaits her. Just the thought of getting naked and laying back onto that thing almost nauseated her.
Then there was an open shower stall. Where a pump up sprayer was sitting.
On the wall was instructions on how to disburse the Bug B Gone brand of delousing chemical. The picture showed what was obviously a naked woman standing in the submissive present position. As the man sprayed the chemical over her naked body.
An interesting thing about the diagram was though was that the man spraying the chemical was fully dressed in a Haz Mat suit complete with goggles and face shield.
“ If he needs that for his protection? What’s it doing to the naked woman? “
Misty wondered as she looks around for a privacy potion to undress behind.
“ Where do they keep the orange jumpsuits and flip flops at? “
You can tell Misty’s ready for her comfy outfit along with her bag of toiletries and an account started at the canteen so she can get her junk food and cigarette fix.
She’s thinking long luxurious naps with Tv time with games with her cell mates in the recreation room. She’ll get to catch up with all the friends she made last time she was there.
In other words for Misty Going to jail is more like a vacation. Than getting up in the mornings to get all dolled up to open the office at 9:00 and spend the whole day being bossed around by mom and Crystal.
Finally all the officers all come back into the room with her.
One in particular is snapping on a pair of latex gloves.
Another opens up a box and takes out a brand new tube of lube.
The name on the tube was Slave Slick.
“ Excuse me sir…What are you fixing to do? “
“ We are fixing to process you. “
“ What do you mean we?…And where is the lady at that did this last time? “
“ She got promoted to the slave office…And we sort of like having a group approach when it comes to processing the women that comes through here. “
Misty sat there kind of stunned as she processed his answer but just out of the line of her sight she heard the jingling of a man’s belt buckle followed by the sound of a zipper being pulled down.
A dark creepy feeling comes over her as the uniformed man approached her with the gloves and a small flashlight.
Without being told she opens her mouth and stuck out that pierced tongue.
She glanced down as he probed her mouth and noticed he had a throbbing boner.
“ How’s that mouth feel Boss?…Is it big enough to accommodate my big dick? “
That question got lots of laughter from the other men on the force who all were thinking similar things.
Misty noticed quick that there was a lot of professionalism lacking in this group also.
The man facing her then ran his fingers through the long thick and beautiful locks of her auburn tinted hair. Then pushed her hair back and examined her ears with the light and his fingers.
“ This will conclude the dressed portion of the search.
The inmate will now remove all clothing. “
That official narrator would say.
“ We’re all gonna need you to strip down now! “
Misty blushed as she looks around at all the men and finally sees the one with the jingling belt buckle from earlier.
By this point he’s standing there stripped down to his boxers and socks. His cock hangs out the front of his boxers, he’s about a quarter of the way hard.
“ He’s got a nice cock!…But that gut hanging over his waist band with his man boobs is a total turn off!…I thought police supposed to keep themselves in shape? “
Misty says to herself.
“ Did you not understand the order I just gave you? “
“ Hu??? “
“ Strip down! “
“ You can start with your shoes if you like. If you dressed more like your mother we’d let you keep them on. “
Crystal who held the remote control paused the video and we all looked at mom. She blushed and looked somewhat embarrassed by hearing about herself in this video.
Crystal starts the video again.
“ Just so you boys know this is Senator Jones daughter. “
“ I suppose that means we got to treat her with knit gloves? “
“ Nope we gonna treat her just like we did the good senator that night. “
“ You mean like a whore? “
“ She sure dressed like one! Remember that sexy outfit she had on? “
“ She sure can suck a dick like a whore! “
“ I pulled her over one night and she slipped those teeth out before sucking my dick!…Now that’s a real blow job there! “
That of course got a lot of laughs.
One thing was certain though neither Misty or mom were laughing. Mom’s face was turning all kinds of shades of red. It was obvious that she didn’t pre watch this video, cause she obviously wasn’t expected to be brought up in it.
Misty was nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof. But who could blame her as she’s forced to strip in front of a bunch of uncouth men.
But after all that’s how real men are, very much different from the Gen Z feminine types that we hear so much about today.
The misogyny and testosterone levels were definitely off the charts with this crowd.
Misty could already smell the thick musky pre cum that was all ready oozing from the guy that already had his dick out. The room took on the scent of that old sex smell.
Sort of the way the back of a XXX store smells in that dingy dark hallway that leads to them little theater booths. Those places where you sit but don’t want to touch nothing. And you go straight home for a hot shower afterwards.
Finally Misty looks downwards the camera zooms in on her high heeled peep toe pumps, as she carefully placed the toe of her right shoe against the heel of her left shoe and pushed it off, it fell from her foot landing on its side. With her hosed left foot she pushed off her right shoe that stood in the upright position.
She placed her hosed feet onto the cold chilly floor tiles and watched as one of the men collected her shoes.
And quickly inspected them and wrote down her shoe size in her file.
Little does Misty know that she’ll be issued a pair of work boots for the days she’ll be riding the back of the garbage truck.
She’s gonna find out jail this time won’t be like a slumber party with the girls.
Misty reluctantly stood and took off the slutty short revealing crop top, it was quickly snatched from her hand.
Before she could even reach for the left shoulder strap of her bra to pull it down.
One of the men just yanked at the strap across her back, and like a nervous boyfriend for the first time figuring out the mechanics of a cross your heart bra. He couldn’t get the hooks undone.
That of course got some laughter.
“ Get the fuck out of the way! So a man can show a boy how to unhook a woman’s bra! “
That of course got more laughs when he couldn’t get it unhooked either.
“ Why don’t y’all just let me do it? “
Misty said as a third man goes to stretching and yanking at her bra.
Finally the sound of surgical scissors is heard as it sliced through the back strap. Misty’s 40DD’s just spills out as the bra then is hastily snatched off her arms.
“ I hope I’m gonna get paid for another bra? I’m a big girl with big tits and big tits needs a big bra that costs big bucks! “
All of that gets ignored as the men all reach out to cop a free feel of her big amazing tits.
Finally they back away enough so she can get her tight designer jeans unfastened and lowered.
One of the obnoxious jerks slaps and laughs at the way her thick thighs jiggle with cellulite.
Yeah Misty could have done without that happening, she’s kind of sensitive about her thighs.
She quickly peeled off her nylons which also got trashed with her bra.
Last but not least she had to part with her white bikini panties.
But as she slowly lowered them revealing an auburn trimmed bush that was in the shape of a martini glass.
Mom grabbed the remote from Crystal and stopped the video and looks at Misty with a crazed look.
And with the speed of lightning she knocks the hell out of Misty, spilling her popcorn and almost all of a Route 44 oz Pepsi that dumped out across the living room floor.
“ Look at that hideous hairy cunt!…How dare you embarrass me in front of fine men of law enforcement with a cunt that disgusting!….What have you got to say for yourself??? “
“ I’m sorry momma! “
Misty said busting out crying.
Misty attempted to get up from the couch and run but mom spun her around just as easy at 18 years old as she did when she was a toddler. And she whipped her ass right in front of all of us.
Misty shivers as goose bumps breaks out over her arms, she rubs them with her hands, then feels her nipples harden.
“ Horny juice vapor again? “
She sighs again looking upwards at the vent then surveying the room seeing the exam table just a few feet away, it still awaits her. Just the thought of getting naked and laying back onto that thing almost nauseated her.
Then there was an open shower stall. Where a pump up sprayer was sitting.
On the wall was instructions on how to disburse the Bug B Gone brand of delousing chemical. The picture showed what was obviously a naked woman standing in the submissive present position. As the man sprayed the chemical over her naked body.
An interesting thing about the diagram was though was that the man spraying the chemical was fully dressed in a Haz Mat suit complete with goggles and face shield.
“ If he needs that for his protection? What’s it doing to the naked woman? “
Misty wondered as she looks around for a privacy potion to undress behind.
“ Where do they keep the orange jumpsuits and flip flops at? “
You can tell Misty’s ready for her comfy outfit along with her bag of toiletries and an account started at the canteen so she can get her junk food and cigarette fix.
She’s thinking long luxurious naps with Tv time with games with her cell mates in the recreation room. She’ll get to catch up with all the friends she made last time she was there.
In other words for Misty Going to jail is more like a vacation. Than getting up in the mornings to get all dolled up to open the office at 9:00 and spend the whole day being bossed around by mom and Crystal.
Finally all the officers all come back into the room with her.
One in particular is snapping on a pair of latex gloves.
Another opens up a box and takes out a brand new tube of lube.
The name on the tube was Slave Slick.
“ Excuse me sir…What are you fixing to do? “
“ We are fixing to process you. “
“ What do you mean we?…And where is the lady at that did this last time? “
“ She got promoted to the slave office…And we sort of like having a group approach when it comes to processing the women that comes through here. “
Misty sat there kind of stunned as she processed his answer but just out of the line of her sight she heard the jingling of a man’s belt buckle followed by the sound of a zipper being pulled down.
A dark creepy feeling comes over her as the uniformed man approached her with the gloves and a small flashlight.
Without being told she opens her mouth and stuck out that pierced tongue.
She glanced down as he probed her mouth and noticed he had a throbbing boner.
“ How’s that mouth feel Boss?…Is it big enough to accommodate my big dick? “
That question got lots of laughter from the other men on the force who all were thinking similar things.
Misty noticed quick that there was a lot of professionalism lacking in this group also.
The man facing her then ran his fingers through the long thick and beautiful locks of her auburn tinted hair. Then pushed her hair back and examined her ears with the light and his fingers.
“ This will conclude the dressed portion of the search.
The inmate will now remove all clothing. “
That official narrator would say.
“ We’re all gonna need you to strip down now! “
Misty blushed as she looks around at all the men and finally sees the one with the jingling belt buckle from earlier.
By this point he’s standing there stripped down to his boxers and socks. His cock hangs out the front of his boxers, he’s about a quarter of the way hard.
“ He’s got a nice cock!…But that gut hanging over his waist band with his man boobs is a total turn off!…I thought police supposed to keep themselves in shape? “
Misty says to herself.
“ Did you not understand the order I just gave you? “
“ Hu??? “
“ Strip down! “
“ You can start with your shoes if you like. If you dressed more like your mother we’d let you keep them on. “
Crystal who held the remote control paused the video and we all looked at mom. She blushed and looked somewhat embarrassed by hearing about herself in this video.
Crystal starts the video again.
“ Just so you boys know this is Senator Jones daughter. “
“ I suppose that means we got to treat her with knit gloves? “
“ Nope we gonna treat her just like we did the good senator that night. “
“ You mean like a whore? “
“ She sure dressed like one! Remember that sexy outfit she had on? “
“ She sure can suck a dick like a whore! “
“ I pulled her over one night and she slipped those teeth out before sucking my dick!…Now that’s a real blow job there! “
That of course got a lot of laughs.
One thing was certain though neither Misty or mom were laughing. Mom’s face was turning all kinds of shades of red. It was obvious that she didn’t pre watch this video, cause she obviously wasn’t expected to be brought up in it.
Misty was nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof. But who could blame her as she’s forced to strip in front of a bunch of uncouth men.
But after all that’s how real men are, very much different from the Gen Z feminine types that we hear so much about today.
The misogyny and testosterone levels were definitely off the charts with this crowd.
Misty could already smell the thick musky pre cum that was all ready oozing from the guy that already had his dick out. The room took on the scent of that old sex smell.
Sort of the way the back of a XXX store smells in that dingy dark hallway that leads to them little theater booths. Those places where you sit but don’t want to touch nothing. And you go straight home for a hot shower afterwards.
Finally Misty looks downwards the camera zooms in on her high heeled peep toe pumps, as she carefully placed the toe of her right shoe against the heel of her left shoe and pushed it off, it fell from her foot landing on its side. With her hosed left foot she pushed off her right shoe that stood in the upright position.
She placed her hosed feet onto the cold chilly floor tiles and watched as one of the men collected her shoes.
And quickly inspected them and wrote down her shoe size in her file.
Little does Misty know that she’ll be issued a pair of work boots for the days she’ll be riding the back of the garbage truck.
She’s gonna find out jail this time won’t be like a slumber party with the girls.
Misty reluctantly stood and took off the slutty short revealing crop top, it was quickly snatched from her hand.
Before she could even reach for the left shoulder strap of her bra to pull it down.
One of the men just yanked at the strap across her back, and like a nervous boyfriend for the first time figuring out the mechanics of a cross your heart bra. He couldn’t get the hooks undone.
That of course got some laughter.
“ Get the fuck out of the way! So a man can show a boy how to unhook a woman’s bra! “
That of course got more laughs when he couldn’t get it unhooked either.
“ Why don’t y’all just let me do it? “
Misty said as a third man goes to stretching and yanking at her bra.
Finally the sound of surgical scissors is heard as it sliced through the back strap. Misty’s 40DD’s just spills out as the bra then is hastily snatched off her arms.
“ I hope I’m gonna get paid for another bra? I’m a big girl with big tits and big tits needs a big bra that costs big bucks! “
All of that gets ignored as the men all reach out to cop a free feel of her big amazing tits.
Finally they back away enough so she can get her tight designer jeans unfastened and lowered.
One of the obnoxious jerks slaps and laughs at the way her thick thighs jiggle with cellulite.
Yeah Misty could have done without that happening, she’s kind of sensitive about her thighs.
She quickly peeled off her nylons which also got trashed with her bra.
Last but not least she had to part with her white bikini panties.
But as she slowly lowered them revealing an auburn trimmed bush that was in the shape of a martini glass.
Mom grabbed the remote from Crystal and stopped the video and looks at Misty with a crazed look.
And with the speed of lightning she knocks the hell out of Misty, spilling her popcorn and almost all of a Route 44 oz Pepsi that dumped out across the living room floor.
“ Look at that hideous hairy cunt!…How dare you embarrass me in front of fine men of law enforcement with a cunt that disgusting!….What have you got to say for yourself??? “
“ I’m sorry momma! “
Misty said busting out crying.
Misty attempted to get up from the couch and run but mom spun her around just as easy at 18 years old as she did when she was a toddler. And she whipped her ass right in front of all of us.
Re: Busted 2 The Aftermath
I’m gonna pause the video portion of this story because the matriarch of the family would like to address the reading audience to give her own personal perspective on the importance of maintaining a clean shaved cunt.
So now I’ll introduce you formally my mother in law Deb.
Please give her a moment she’s currently stripping down and is gonna stand before you slave naked.
The matriarch will now speak.
“ Matriarch Hu???
First of all I’m gonna let y’all know that it’s about time my worthless piece of shit son in law addresses me with the respect that I deserve.
He’s probably just doing it because he knows I’m pissed off cause he compared me to Momma June back during the weekend. And I slapped the shit out of him.
Now I want to talk about naked slavery.
We are all born slave naked! And don’t you dare argue that point with me!
But the difference in most of you and me is that I was raised slave naked! I was the last generation of the breeding farm projects. Which was a government run experiment that was to cut down on training time for slaves. Raising us naked made us much more trainable.
I don’t remember much about the subsidy I believe all it was is a discount on feed primarily a 55 gallon drum of slave Kibble that came periodically throughout the year.
We had a small farm, larger farms was delivered by truck into a silo. Purina was a major brand of this crap I’m talking about.
Let that sink into your brains for a moment.
The feed for slaves was a total afterthought of what to do with the scrap left that feeds the chickens, hogs and cattle first.
Let that be some context on where the slave is at on the totem pole of life.
In hind sight the breeding farms were nothing but a scam. The farmer that raised slaves to sell was promised a fortune for a good sizable crop.
We pay top dollar!…Cash on the barrel head!
They promised but those promises were never kept the poor farmers were ripped off paid Pennie’s on the dollar. And the naked slave girls were shipped off to auction houses and sold off for hundreds of dollars in that time, compared to thousands of today’s money.
It didn’t take me long to figure these things out, when the elders came around to visit and say things like.
“ You getting pretty enough to be just ripe for picking. “
Ripe for picking ain’t a single number like you all know your age. It’s a broad spectrum of ages that can range anywhere between 14 and 19. If you’re still on the farm after 19 you better be examining your life, cause you ain’t doing something right, if you ain’t picked by then.
Let this example sink in.
Imagine the woman that’s raising you. The one that you refer to as momma. Mommas have needs that only money can buy. She’s desperate law said back then the slave had to be 14 to sell. But momma wants a new dress real bad to wear to church on decoration day. So she’ll put her Christian beliefs behind her and tell a little fib that her own daughter is only 13 and a half. But she’ll claim she’s 14 just to get the money.
My point is the slave has no documentation of proof. You’re born at home by a slave that’s a midwife. I know I played that role myself many times. There ain’t no doctors, hospitals, no social worker, school teachers or anyone that’s gonna help you. You’re living to be somebody’s profit and that’s the bottom line!
Now if that ain’t a slap to the face I don’t know what is?
We always knew when these things were coming down.
Captain would yell out at us as we labored out in the fields.
Captain is who I referred to as my father. We were never allowed to call him father or daddy, not that I’d ever want to anyway.
Sometimes he’d prefer to be called Boss and other times he’d want to be Cornel he had the white suit with matching boots and hat that all went together. And on Mule day he’d make us be pony girls and we’d pull him into town as he’d ride up high on his wagon like some damn big shot. He’d go around toking on his fat cigar with a Bible tucked under his arm. And talk like he’s some slow talking southern lawyer.
Oh let me go back to what he’d yell out to us.
“ Cunts let’s knock off early today….We got company coming tomorrow. “
Notice that even he would refer to us as Cunt?
And I’d step up and ask him.
“ But Captain what about the quota? “
Meaning the quota of cotton that we were expected to pick if during harvest season.
He’d say something like.
“ You don’t have to worry about the cotton today. You just make yourself real pretty and be on your best behavior tomorrow.
Now company never meant that your aunts, uncles and cousins were coming over to grill out and have a good time.
Company meant that the buyers, the brokers or the scouts. Or just the men were coming over to. Which is the men that paid cash on the barrel head for us cunts. That is if they liked how we looked and felt.
So now I’ll introduce you formally my mother in law Deb.
Please give her a moment she’s currently stripping down and is gonna stand before you slave naked.
The matriarch will now speak.
“ Matriarch Hu???
First of all I’m gonna let y’all know that it’s about time my worthless piece of shit son in law addresses me with the respect that I deserve.
He’s probably just doing it because he knows I’m pissed off cause he compared me to Momma June back during the weekend. And I slapped the shit out of him.
Now I want to talk about naked slavery.
We are all born slave naked! And don’t you dare argue that point with me!
But the difference in most of you and me is that I was raised slave naked! I was the last generation of the breeding farm projects. Which was a government run experiment that was to cut down on training time for slaves. Raising us naked made us much more trainable.
I don’t remember much about the subsidy I believe all it was is a discount on feed primarily a 55 gallon drum of slave Kibble that came periodically throughout the year.
We had a small farm, larger farms was delivered by truck into a silo. Purina was a major brand of this crap I’m talking about.
Let that sink into your brains for a moment.
The feed for slaves was a total afterthought of what to do with the scrap left that feeds the chickens, hogs and cattle first.
Let that be some context on where the slave is at on the totem pole of life.
In hind sight the breeding farms were nothing but a scam. The farmer that raised slaves to sell was promised a fortune for a good sizable crop.
We pay top dollar!…Cash on the barrel head!
They promised but those promises were never kept the poor farmers were ripped off paid Pennie’s on the dollar. And the naked slave girls were shipped off to auction houses and sold off for hundreds of dollars in that time, compared to thousands of today’s money.
It didn’t take me long to figure these things out, when the elders came around to visit and say things like.
“ You getting pretty enough to be just ripe for picking. “
Ripe for picking ain’t a single number like you all know your age. It’s a broad spectrum of ages that can range anywhere between 14 and 19. If you’re still on the farm after 19 you better be examining your life, cause you ain’t doing something right, if you ain’t picked by then.
Let this example sink in.
Imagine the woman that’s raising you. The one that you refer to as momma. Mommas have needs that only money can buy. She’s desperate law said back then the slave had to be 14 to sell. But momma wants a new dress real bad to wear to church on decoration day. So she’ll put her Christian beliefs behind her and tell a little fib that her own daughter is only 13 and a half. But she’ll claim she’s 14 just to get the money.
My point is the slave has no documentation of proof. You’re born at home by a slave that’s a midwife. I know I played that role myself many times. There ain’t no doctors, hospitals, no social worker, school teachers or anyone that’s gonna help you. You’re living to be somebody’s profit and that’s the bottom line!
Now if that ain’t a slap to the face I don’t know what is?
We always knew when these things were coming down.
Captain would yell out at us as we labored out in the fields.
Captain is who I referred to as my father. We were never allowed to call him father or daddy, not that I’d ever want to anyway.
Sometimes he’d prefer to be called Boss and other times he’d want to be Cornel he had the white suit with matching boots and hat that all went together. And on Mule day he’d make us be pony girls and we’d pull him into town as he’d ride up high on his wagon like some damn big shot. He’d go around toking on his fat cigar with a Bible tucked under his arm. And talk like he’s some slow talking southern lawyer.
Oh let me go back to what he’d yell out to us.
“ Cunts let’s knock off early today….We got company coming tomorrow. “
Notice that even he would refer to us as Cunt?
And I’d step up and ask him.
“ But Captain what about the quota? “
Meaning the quota of cotton that we were expected to pick if during harvest season.
He’d say something like.
“ You don’t have to worry about the cotton today. You just make yourself real pretty and be on your best behavior tomorrow.
Now company never meant that your aunts, uncles and cousins were coming over to grill out and have a good time.
Company meant that the buyers, the brokers or the scouts. Or just the men were coming over to. Which is the men that paid cash on the barrel head for us cunts. That is if they liked how we looked and felt.
Re: Busted 2 The Aftermath
It was never just one man it was always multiple men. And none of them were young good looking hunks either. They always were creepy old men that reeked of cheep aftershave and cigarettes. For some reason Brute comes to mind.
They always were manipulative they’d point out every blemish on the slaves body deducting money.
It’s always a quarter off for that scar or 50 cents off for that one. All that sounds like little money but it adds up fast. They know our so called parents are desperately broke.
I mean look at that fucking shot gun shack we living in! No electricity!…No running water! This ain’t no Holiday Inn! This is a working farm and we’re gonna get beat up!
After they got through fingering our holes right there on the side of the road, they’d give our so called parents a price. And I’d see Captain break out in a sweat.
“ I just can’t give away my slaves! I need them to bad. Can’t you give me some time to think about it? “
“ I’m giving you $50.00 a slave now. If I have to come back next week it’s gonna be $45.00 a slave.
Let us have them now and I’ll put in a good word for you down at the bank, so maybe you could get that old rusty tractor fixed. “
Those are the kinds of deals the men made with the farmers this is probably the type of shit that got the farms outlawed.
But let me rewind a little bit, it seems as if I might be putting the cart in front of the mule so to speak.
So Captain would let us knock off early and we’d go straight to the creek to wash off, cool off swim and play. Captain would watch over us usually he’d be sipping at a Mason jar full of shine. And after about an hour or so we’d all walk back to the house where momma had been working boiling water so we all would get a real bath.
Which we’d take in an old wash tub right there in the kitchen.
Typically back then we only got a bath on Saturday night regardless of if we needed it or not. Instead of using washing powders like Tide or whatever we washed Captains work clothes with. We got a bath with Mommas personal soap. It had that feminine fragrant stuff in it.
Captain always wanted us to smell good for the men.
But before going inside Captain would say.
“ Debrah kneel at my side! Your bath water is boiled it needs to cool a little. “
And so I’d submit by kneeling you all know the drill? Head bowed tits out back straight, palms up resting on your thighs. And of course with your knees wide apart.
The others all would go on inside I’d kneel there like an obedient dog at Captains side. He’d roll me a cigarette put it between my lips, strike a match off the porch floor and light it for me.
I’d then watch him and my brother Jeb as they’d sharpen them straight razors.
Y’all want to take a wild guess at what them straight razors were for???…You know it!…It’s for our cunts.
And so I’d kneel there watching and enjoying my cigarette. While Captain would talk to me kindly for a change giving me helpful advice in a way that that made me at the moment feel that he cared for me. But love? I don’t know I never felt love from him in a way that a parent supposed to love there daughter. I felt more like a pet, maybe because I was the oldest the prettiest and the strongest over the rest.
Supposedly I’d be the first to go up for auction that is if Captain agrees with that pathetic price I described moments ago.
I’d finish my cigarette then get up and pick up
that tray that held all them straight razors and I’d go into the kitchen and let this ritual begin.
All my slave sisters would stand around waiting there turns as I’d get into the tub first. Momma always supervised us making sure we washed everything thoroughly. She’d then hand me her double edged razor and watch me shave basically everything from the neck down if needed, everything except the crotch. That she insisted on doing herself.
After my bath I’d lay down across the kitchen table with my legs spread wide as Momma would kneel down between them and get to work.
Yep the thing I remember most about my Momma was her soft gentle and most of all steady hands. After lathering up my crotch with Captains shaving cream she’d get that straight razor and look up at me with a serious stern look on her face.
She’d point the razor at me.
“ Now Deb don’t you move!…money is on the line here. So we can’t afford no nicks or cuts! “
I’d lay there looking up into the ceiling as Momma worked by candlelight shaving me down. When she finished my top half Id roll over onto my stomach and one of my sisters would spread the cheeks of my ass while Momma would shave my crack.
Going through theses rituals throughout my teenage years is how and why keeping a clean cunt is so ingrained into me.
Now for all you high school and college girls who all want a positive slave grade. The most important thing that you can do is to keep your cunt clean.
I don’t give a damn about how some college professor that can ramble on for hours about well per portioned cheek bones. Claiming that that is what determines a positive slave grade.
That’s Bull shit! It is always your cunt they want. Men refer to us as Cunts for a reason and for you girls you need to except that for what it is.
Now look at my daughter there in the video! Look at that hideous hairy crotch! That’s sickening! And she knows better than that shit! And that’s why she’s getting her ass beat!
She’s young and probably been influenced by some liberal minded feminist that’s convinced her to just let your cunt grow wild and just trim it up into some stupid looking design. Because they think it’s cool!
Men don’t pay top dollar for that kind of shit!
They always were manipulative they’d point out every blemish on the slaves body deducting money.
It’s always a quarter off for that scar or 50 cents off for that one. All that sounds like little money but it adds up fast. They know our so called parents are desperately broke.
I mean look at that fucking shot gun shack we living in! No electricity!…No running water! This ain’t no Holiday Inn! This is a working farm and we’re gonna get beat up!
After they got through fingering our holes right there on the side of the road, they’d give our so called parents a price. And I’d see Captain break out in a sweat.
“ I just can’t give away my slaves! I need them to bad. Can’t you give me some time to think about it? “
“ I’m giving you $50.00 a slave now. If I have to come back next week it’s gonna be $45.00 a slave.
Let us have them now and I’ll put in a good word for you down at the bank, so maybe you could get that old rusty tractor fixed. “
Those are the kinds of deals the men made with the farmers this is probably the type of shit that got the farms outlawed.
But let me rewind a little bit, it seems as if I might be putting the cart in front of the mule so to speak.
So Captain would let us knock off early and we’d go straight to the creek to wash off, cool off swim and play. Captain would watch over us usually he’d be sipping at a Mason jar full of shine. And after about an hour or so we’d all walk back to the house where momma had been working boiling water so we all would get a real bath.
Which we’d take in an old wash tub right there in the kitchen.
Typically back then we only got a bath on Saturday night regardless of if we needed it or not. Instead of using washing powders like Tide or whatever we washed Captains work clothes with. We got a bath with Mommas personal soap. It had that feminine fragrant stuff in it.
Captain always wanted us to smell good for the men.
But before going inside Captain would say.
“ Debrah kneel at my side! Your bath water is boiled it needs to cool a little. “
And so I’d submit by kneeling you all know the drill? Head bowed tits out back straight, palms up resting on your thighs. And of course with your knees wide apart.
The others all would go on inside I’d kneel there like an obedient dog at Captains side. He’d roll me a cigarette put it between my lips, strike a match off the porch floor and light it for me.
I’d then watch him and my brother Jeb as they’d sharpen them straight razors.
Y’all want to take a wild guess at what them straight razors were for???…You know it!…It’s for our cunts.
And so I’d kneel there watching and enjoying my cigarette. While Captain would talk to me kindly for a change giving me helpful advice in a way that that made me at the moment feel that he cared for me. But love? I don’t know I never felt love from him in a way that a parent supposed to love there daughter. I felt more like a pet, maybe because I was the oldest the prettiest and the strongest over the rest.
Supposedly I’d be the first to go up for auction that is if Captain agrees with that pathetic price I described moments ago.
I’d finish my cigarette then get up and pick up
that tray that held all them straight razors and I’d go into the kitchen and let this ritual begin.
All my slave sisters would stand around waiting there turns as I’d get into the tub first. Momma always supervised us making sure we washed everything thoroughly. She’d then hand me her double edged razor and watch me shave basically everything from the neck down if needed, everything except the crotch. That she insisted on doing herself.
After my bath I’d lay down across the kitchen table with my legs spread wide as Momma would kneel down between them and get to work.
Yep the thing I remember most about my Momma was her soft gentle and most of all steady hands. After lathering up my crotch with Captains shaving cream she’d get that straight razor and look up at me with a serious stern look on her face.
She’d point the razor at me.
“ Now Deb don’t you move!…money is on the line here. So we can’t afford no nicks or cuts! “
I’d lay there looking up into the ceiling as Momma worked by candlelight shaving me down. When she finished my top half Id roll over onto my stomach and one of my sisters would spread the cheeks of my ass while Momma would shave my crack.
Going through theses rituals throughout my teenage years is how and why keeping a clean cunt is so ingrained into me.
Now for all you high school and college girls who all want a positive slave grade. The most important thing that you can do is to keep your cunt clean.
I don’t give a damn about how some college professor that can ramble on for hours about well per portioned cheek bones. Claiming that that is what determines a positive slave grade.
That’s Bull shit! It is always your cunt they want. Men refer to us as Cunts for a reason and for you girls you need to except that for what it is.
Now look at my daughter there in the video! Look at that hideous hairy crotch! That’s sickening! And she knows better than that shit! And that’s why she’s getting her ass beat!
She’s young and probably been influenced by some liberal minded feminist that’s convinced her to just let your cunt grow wild and just trim it up into some stupid looking design. Because they think it’s cool!
Men don’t pay top dollar for that kind of shit!
Re: Busted 2 The Aftermath
Growing up slave naked all the time created questions in my mind of why this was? But no way would I dare ask. I mean yes there are slaves around but along with slaves there were also free women.
Like my mother for instance she was free to some extent anyway by allowed to wear clothes, drive a car go to town and handle money.
As a younger girl I’d see the school bus go by, boys and girls together all dressed and getting educated.
Minutes later I’d see another bus go by. It primarily just had the black kids on it. Apparently they went to a separate school for some reason but again as a slave I wasn’t allowed to question these things. But I learned it was against the law to educate a slave. Momma said she’d end up going to jail if she got caught teaching us to read or do math or anything of that nature.
But as I lived and struggled on that farm I got tired of it. And I got tired of having all these questions in my head with no answers. I saw freedom in cloths and money.
Boy!…Was I fucking wrong about that shit!
I’d made several runs before but I’d always been caught always whipped collard and chained for a while at least until I’d gained the Captain’s trust again.
And one night after my bath and being shaved down and waiting for the whatever would happen if I or us my sisters and I as a group known as a crop would possibly be sold to them men.
All I knew of the men was of talk I’d heard from primarily from older men was that the men bought us and shipped us off to be trained as whores.
So what was a whore?
I was uneducated and never exposed to that up to that time.
So out of curiosity I asked Momma. The answer I got was a slap across the face.
“ Do not ever! Ask me that again! “
I don’t know if she thought I knew and thought that I was being a smart ass? Or did she not want to talk about it because she knew that was the path ahead of me in life and to protect what innocence of decency that I had as an innocent young girl by choice she spared me the misery of knowing what a whore was or did with the things that men want.
Again I had more questions and no answers. So I made my final run as a naked slave that night. By the moonlight I navigated the fields, woods and dirt roads running as fast as my probably 90 pound body would go. From a pasture a leaped over a barbed wire fence and running across someone’s back yard I stole a woman’s dress right off the clothesline.
From behind an old barn I put the dress on it was soft white cotton dress with flowers on it. It was the first article of clothing that I’d ever put on.
I buttoned it up and straightened it looking downwards at my body dressed for the first time. I was still barefoot but that was okay as far as I was concerned. So I followed the road that led into a town. I knew I needed help. I had no money my stomach was growling and I knew I had to do something with myself to survive.
I remember the neon lights and the music along with loud talking and laughing from obnoxious men, all which came from a beer joint.
I was curious but scared of all that so I went across the street staying away from it.
Most things were closed. It was one of them kinds of towns that rolled up there sidewalks at dark.
From another place I heard a juke box playing That of course I’d never seen before either and stood outside looking in through the windows of what I’d learn was a pool hall.
Around a pool table was a group of young military aged men. I knew this only because Captain was in the military he was a WW2 vet.
One of the men I heard they referred to as Red. He had hair as red as mine. He had blue eyes like mine that just sparkled.
I stood there probably looking like a naive idiot just staring this handsome young man down. He comes to me introducing himself. I told him my name. He bought me dinner we sat and talked for hours.
For both of us it was love at first sight.
This man rescued me from the miserable slave life I’d known up to then. He made me his wife. I’d playfully refer to him as my owner or master. And I’d be his loving slave. At first he thought that I was just playing around until he realized that I was as dumb as a box of rocks when it came to managing life in the free world.
Like my mother for instance she was free to some extent anyway by allowed to wear clothes, drive a car go to town and handle money.
As a younger girl I’d see the school bus go by, boys and girls together all dressed and getting educated.
Minutes later I’d see another bus go by. It primarily just had the black kids on it. Apparently they went to a separate school for some reason but again as a slave I wasn’t allowed to question these things. But I learned it was against the law to educate a slave. Momma said she’d end up going to jail if she got caught teaching us to read or do math or anything of that nature.
But as I lived and struggled on that farm I got tired of it. And I got tired of having all these questions in my head with no answers. I saw freedom in cloths and money.
Boy!…Was I fucking wrong about that shit!
I’d made several runs before but I’d always been caught always whipped collard and chained for a while at least until I’d gained the Captain’s trust again.
And one night after my bath and being shaved down and waiting for the whatever would happen if I or us my sisters and I as a group known as a crop would possibly be sold to them men.
All I knew of the men was of talk I’d heard from primarily from older men was that the men bought us and shipped us off to be trained as whores.
So what was a whore?
I was uneducated and never exposed to that up to that time.
So out of curiosity I asked Momma. The answer I got was a slap across the face.
“ Do not ever! Ask me that again! “
I don’t know if she thought I knew and thought that I was being a smart ass? Or did she not want to talk about it because she knew that was the path ahead of me in life and to protect what innocence of decency that I had as an innocent young girl by choice she spared me the misery of knowing what a whore was or did with the things that men want.
Again I had more questions and no answers. So I made my final run as a naked slave that night. By the moonlight I navigated the fields, woods and dirt roads running as fast as my probably 90 pound body would go. From a pasture a leaped over a barbed wire fence and running across someone’s back yard I stole a woman’s dress right off the clothesline.
From behind an old barn I put the dress on it was soft white cotton dress with flowers on it. It was the first article of clothing that I’d ever put on.
I buttoned it up and straightened it looking downwards at my body dressed for the first time. I was still barefoot but that was okay as far as I was concerned. So I followed the road that led into a town. I knew I needed help. I had no money my stomach was growling and I knew I had to do something with myself to survive.
I remember the neon lights and the music along with loud talking and laughing from obnoxious men, all which came from a beer joint.
I was curious but scared of all that so I went across the street staying away from it.
Most things were closed. It was one of them kinds of towns that rolled up there sidewalks at dark.
From another place I heard a juke box playing That of course I’d never seen before either and stood outside looking in through the windows of what I’d learn was a pool hall.
Around a pool table was a group of young military aged men. I knew this only because Captain was in the military he was a WW2 vet.
One of the men I heard they referred to as Red. He had hair as red as mine. He had blue eyes like mine that just sparkled.
I stood there probably looking like a naive idiot just staring this handsome young man down. He comes to me introducing himself. I told him my name. He bought me dinner we sat and talked for hours.
For both of us it was love at first sight.
This man rescued me from the miserable slave life I’d known up to then. He made me his wife. I’d playfully refer to him as my owner or master. And I’d be his loving slave. At first he thought that I was just playing around until he realized that I was as dumb as a box of rocks when it came to managing life in the free world.
Re: Busted 2 The Aftermath
“ I’ll start the video back now and save the rest of my boring commentary for the next story. “
Mom then gets back into her clothes and sits back onto the couch next to Misty.
The video then starts back.
You could easily see the fear in Misty’s eyes as she stood there naked in front of the 8 officers.
All were looking her naked body over pretty hard. One had her panties holding them to his nose, the one with the man boobs and gut had gotten stripped down to just his socks and was loosely stroking away trying to get it all the way hard.
But the one in charge grabbed up a small trimmer, and went straight to Misty’s crotch.
“ It’s nice to see that the carpet matches the drapes this time! “
Her eyes got big and wide as she looked down watching him as he shaved her down.
Mom looks at Misty with an angry look, pointing to the Tv.
“ It’s not a man’s place to have to shave you down! “
Misty was then marched over to another table where her finger prints were taken.
Then it was on to getting her mug shot taken.
“ Your gonna take my picture now? “
“ Yep is that a problem? “
“ Yeah I’m naked! Can’t this wait until I get my orange jump suit on? “
“ No we’re not through with your naked body yet!”
After 4 full body mug shots were taken. She was told to squat spread her pussy apart, and turn her head and cough.
After which she was told to turn around facing the wall and spread the cheeks of her ass as wide as possible and again turn head and cough.
Narrator speaks again.
“It’s customary to make the prisoner squat spread and cough. This will help determine if anything is up inside of her cavities. “
Misty was then told to stand and pinch her nipples and lift her breasts.
“ For women with large breasts it’s important to make her do this. Despite how she feels about it.”
She’s then told to submit again by placing her hands behind the back of her head.
The officer with trimmer in hand quickly shaved her arm pits.
Mom again gives her an angry look.
With her tits pushed outward the men take turns groping her.
“ Anytime your in doubt always examine her yourself.
Remember everyone’s safety is much more important than how she feels about it. “
After those humiliating exercises are checked off. She was told to climb up onto the exam table.
“ Spread out your fingers. “
“ Examine the prisoners naked body for evidence of drug injections. Be thorough. “
After finishing with her fingers and arms. He moves to her feet spreading her toes apart.
“ I might smoke a little pot but I’m not a junkie! “
Misty complains.
“ It always starts with just a little pot!…Nancy Regain always said just say no. It’s obvious that Misty didn’t listen. “
She’s then told to lay back and put her feet in the stirrups. While doing so the air kicks on and from the vent above horny juice vapor blows down onto her.
She lets out a moan as the man slides his fingers into her.
First 2 fingers then 3 or 4.
The men line up taking there turns until one of them suddenly goes down on her.
“ Oh wow!…This might not be so bad after all! “
Misty says with a moan.
That is until she’s told to roll over.
Up on all fours with her big tits hanging beneath her. The man lubed up. Then pressed 3 fingers deep into her ass.
Misty’s head snapped around looking back at him with teeth clenched and with a growl.
Sort of like when you take your dog to the vet. And it gets that blue stick treatment.
It’s obvious Misty doesn’t like anything stuck up her ass.
“ You checking her prostate boss? “
That of course gets lots of laughter.
The men all get to take turns again. Until she feels one man in particular spread the cheeks of her ass wide goes down and starts eating out her ass.
“ That’s disgusting! “
Crystal yells out in a shocked voice.
“ If I could have I would’ve took a shit right then! “
Misty admitted.
“ That’s got to be a fucking queer! “
Mom said with disgust in her voice.
We all turned to look at her.
“ How do you know? “
“ Cause they didn’t give her an enima first! Only a queer would do stupid shit like that! I bet he stunk like ass to? “
Misty nods.
“ When he breathed on me his breath smelled like cum and a filthy cock! “
“ Ewwww!…Yuck! “
Crystal blurted out.
With mom’s submissive nature she usually speaks pretty respectful of men until she encounters the one or 2 % of the population that disgusts her, then she’s pretty vocal and derogatory towards them.
If she was around today she’d really have a gutter mouth towards the tranny crowd.
Oh I could just see her cussing her head off lol.
With both holes thoroughly lubed up and all the men with there cocks out. We got to see Misty get gang banged.
“ Damn! Why can’t shit like that happen for me? “
Mom asks before turning up the bottle of bourbon she’d been sipping on.
Misty was looking pretty peaked, pail and sickly. There was something about her watching herself getting used that she didn’t find amusing. It could be the fact this could show up in the back room of the movie rental store? Or 10 or 15 years later on the internet? People would talk and everyone would know.
But on the other side of the couch, Cody was getting pretty frisky with Crystal. Finally he moved her hand over to his crotch.
She gently squeezed his cock.
“ You got a boner? “
Cody nods and smiles with a shit eating grin on his face.
“ Does watching my sister getting fucked make you hard??? “
“ Dude be careful how you answer that. “
I said warning him.
But unfortunately it was too late.
Crystal slaps the shit out of him.
“ Get the fuck out! “
“ But we’re watching porn?…Im gonna get a boner if I’m watching porn! “
“ We’re not watching porn! We’re watching a documentary about my sister getting booked into the jail!…Get out!…Out!…Out…Out! “
Cody’s forced out of the house and locked out.
“ I’m gonna be sick! “
Misty leaps up runs to the bathroom.
We hear her vomit all the way through the house. There is nothing discrete about Misty. When she’s sick she wants everyone to hear it.
I’m sitting there between mom and Crystal on the couch. With a full throbbing boner myself.
And it’s not long before they got my shorts down and took turns sucking me off.
Crystal really surprised me. After filling her mouth she swallowed every drop like a pro.
I think she’s finally figured out that being Prime plus means you got to step up and represent what Prime plus really means.
Now if I could only get a chance to fuck that Prime plus pussy.
Mom then gets back into her clothes and sits back onto the couch next to Misty.
The video then starts back.
You could easily see the fear in Misty’s eyes as she stood there naked in front of the 8 officers.
All were looking her naked body over pretty hard. One had her panties holding them to his nose, the one with the man boobs and gut had gotten stripped down to just his socks and was loosely stroking away trying to get it all the way hard.
But the one in charge grabbed up a small trimmer, and went straight to Misty’s crotch.
“ It’s nice to see that the carpet matches the drapes this time! “
Her eyes got big and wide as she looked down watching him as he shaved her down.
Mom looks at Misty with an angry look, pointing to the Tv.
“ It’s not a man’s place to have to shave you down! “
Misty was then marched over to another table where her finger prints were taken.
Then it was on to getting her mug shot taken.
“ Your gonna take my picture now? “
“ Yep is that a problem? “
“ Yeah I’m naked! Can’t this wait until I get my orange jump suit on? “
“ No we’re not through with your naked body yet!”
After 4 full body mug shots were taken. She was told to squat spread her pussy apart, and turn her head and cough.
After which she was told to turn around facing the wall and spread the cheeks of her ass as wide as possible and again turn head and cough.
Narrator speaks again.
“It’s customary to make the prisoner squat spread and cough. This will help determine if anything is up inside of her cavities. “
Misty was then told to stand and pinch her nipples and lift her breasts.
“ For women with large breasts it’s important to make her do this. Despite how she feels about it.”
She’s then told to submit again by placing her hands behind the back of her head.
The officer with trimmer in hand quickly shaved her arm pits.
Mom again gives her an angry look.
With her tits pushed outward the men take turns groping her.
“ Anytime your in doubt always examine her yourself.
Remember everyone’s safety is much more important than how she feels about it. “
After those humiliating exercises are checked off. She was told to climb up onto the exam table.
“ Spread out your fingers. “
“ Examine the prisoners naked body for evidence of drug injections. Be thorough. “
After finishing with her fingers and arms. He moves to her feet spreading her toes apart.
“ I might smoke a little pot but I’m not a junkie! “
Misty complains.
“ It always starts with just a little pot!…Nancy Regain always said just say no. It’s obvious that Misty didn’t listen. “
She’s then told to lay back and put her feet in the stirrups. While doing so the air kicks on and from the vent above horny juice vapor blows down onto her.
She lets out a moan as the man slides his fingers into her.
First 2 fingers then 3 or 4.
The men line up taking there turns until one of them suddenly goes down on her.
“ Oh wow!…This might not be so bad after all! “
Misty says with a moan.
That is until she’s told to roll over.
Up on all fours with her big tits hanging beneath her. The man lubed up. Then pressed 3 fingers deep into her ass.
Misty’s head snapped around looking back at him with teeth clenched and with a growl.
Sort of like when you take your dog to the vet. And it gets that blue stick treatment.
It’s obvious Misty doesn’t like anything stuck up her ass.
“ You checking her prostate boss? “
That of course gets lots of laughter.
The men all get to take turns again. Until she feels one man in particular spread the cheeks of her ass wide goes down and starts eating out her ass.
“ That’s disgusting! “
Crystal yells out in a shocked voice.
“ If I could have I would’ve took a shit right then! “
Misty admitted.
“ That’s got to be a fucking queer! “
Mom said with disgust in her voice.
We all turned to look at her.
“ How do you know? “
“ Cause they didn’t give her an enima first! Only a queer would do stupid shit like that! I bet he stunk like ass to? “
Misty nods.
“ When he breathed on me his breath smelled like cum and a filthy cock! “
“ Ewwww!…Yuck! “
Crystal blurted out.
With mom’s submissive nature she usually speaks pretty respectful of men until she encounters the one or 2 % of the population that disgusts her, then she’s pretty vocal and derogatory towards them.
If she was around today she’d really have a gutter mouth towards the tranny crowd.
Oh I could just see her cussing her head off lol.
With both holes thoroughly lubed up and all the men with there cocks out. We got to see Misty get gang banged.
“ Damn! Why can’t shit like that happen for me? “
Mom asks before turning up the bottle of bourbon she’d been sipping on.
Misty was looking pretty peaked, pail and sickly. There was something about her watching herself getting used that she didn’t find amusing. It could be the fact this could show up in the back room of the movie rental store? Or 10 or 15 years later on the internet? People would talk and everyone would know.
But on the other side of the couch, Cody was getting pretty frisky with Crystal. Finally he moved her hand over to his crotch.
She gently squeezed his cock.
“ You got a boner? “
Cody nods and smiles with a shit eating grin on his face.
“ Does watching my sister getting fucked make you hard??? “
“ Dude be careful how you answer that. “
I said warning him.
But unfortunately it was too late.
Crystal slaps the shit out of him.
“ Get the fuck out! “
“ But we’re watching porn?…Im gonna get a boner if I’m watching porn! “
“ We’re not watching porn! We’re watching a documentary about my sister getting booked into the jail!…Get out!…Out!…Out…Out! “
Cody’s forced out of the house and locked out.
“ I’m gonna be sick! “
Misty leaps up runs to the bathroom.
We hear her vomit all the way through the house. There is nothing discrete about Misty. When she’s sick she wants everyone to hear it.
I’m sitting there between mom and Crystal on the couch. With a full throbbing boner myself.
And it’s not long before they got my shorts down and took turns sucking me off.
Crystal really surprised me. After filling her mouth she swallowed every drop like a pro.
I think she’s finally figured out that being Prime plus means you got to step up and represent what Prime plus really means.
Now if I could only get a chance to fuck that Prime plus pussy.