Cross country slave.
Like I said earlier it was still early and dark when we left Cheryl and Jacks house driving north to Memphis. Then we’ll make that left turn to cross the river into Arkansas.
Red did his homework in having us leave early. Cause just before the bridge that crossed the river was a slave check point.
Red said they were notorious about pulling people over there. Checking to see if they were smuggling slaves out of the area.
Supposedly the river was meant to be some type of barrier to keep slaves contained to there area. So they set up these check points at the bridges that crossed the Mississippi River.
The freeways were still sort of on and off. Lots of construction was still being done on I-40. But what I could see of Arkansas as the sun was coming up. I got to say I wasn’t impressed.
“ Cotton?….Fucking cotton! It still looks like Mississippi to me! “
I said to Red.
“ Don’t worry Honey when we get into the desert you won’t see that shit no more. “
But what we did see lots of along the highways and especially I-40 was the big billboard signs that advertised the slave markets.
Every big town had one. And the closer to Texas we got the bigger the signs got.
Texas is known to do everything in a big way.
Back home locally in small town Mississippi. We had slave night at the stock yards. Usually once a month on a Saturday night everyone that wanted to sell or trade slaves would get together and get it done.
But according to these billboards that advertise for The Long Horn and The Big D they sell slaves 24/7.
“ Wow! Now that’s a big deal. “
I thought to myself.
In Texas the way they all do things in such a big way, I’m sure the prices and profits was higher.
Thinking that sparked that annoying thought that I had in my head.
“ How much is my body truly worth? “
Despite my scarred up back I’m still young and pretty.
My tits are big but they don’t sag much either.
Reds been fucking me pretty hard. Outside of me fucking myself with a cucumber I’d have to say he was my first. He’s thick about 8 inches.
Does that mean that I’m gapped out?
Do they lower your price if your cunts loose?
I decided to start that conversation with Red.
“ Hey do you ever wonder how much money my body is worth? “
“ You know there is only one way to find that out?…Right? “
I eagerly nodded my head.
I watched him process that question in his head for a minute or two.
He then looked at me and said.
“ Honey I don’t never want you to do that. “
“ But why not? “
“ Because I don’t want to be out bid! “
“ You honestly think I’m that pretty? “
“ I know you are. Somebody would pay a lot of money for you and you’ll be gone from me forever.”
His answers didn’t satisfy my question but it did make me feel good.
We watched the sunset as we continued west. Surprisingly we made it into Oklahoma. At some town we looked for a place to stay.
Motels had 3 good selling points. Air conditioning color Tv and Slaves.
Yep that’s right slaves I saw it for myself as we checked in behind some businesses man. He glanced into the room that joins the office.
“ I want that blonde. “
He said.
With that said she was brought out by the leash. Her wrists were bound and her ankles shackled.
He left his company credit card and drivers license in the office. Then was given the key to her restraints.
She of course was expected to Cary his suitcase for him with keys in hand he gave her leash a yank and off to his room they went.
Me and Red stepped up to the counter.
“ Single or double? “
The clerk asks.
“ Single “
Red responded.
“ We got low hourly rates on our slaves. Or you can keep her for the night? “
“ Oh no I got all the slave I need right here. “
The clerk then couldn’t keep his eyes off me.
I was bra less and my nipples poked through my top.
I also was barefoot and wearing my bell bottom jeans. As I left the office my ass swayed from side to side. I knew that clerk was watching me.
Red also was watching.
He gave my ass a hard smack when we got outside.
Once in our room he was on me like a fucking animal.
I guess at Cheryl and Jacks house he toned things down. But here where it was just me and him he held nothing back by whipping my ass with his belt. He then slapped my tits around then gagged me with his big dick. Then as he got busy breeding me from behind he pulled my hair and smacked my ass even more.
And I loved every second of it!
Runaway slave part 3
Re: Runaway slave part 3
The Texas slave search
On the second day of our journey to California. We didn’t get the early start that we did the previous day.
I guess you could say it’s Reds fault he woke up with morning wood.
And even though I was still satisfied from the pussy thrashing I’d taken just 5 or so hours back.
I know as a slave you never deny your master.
Or as far as a wife is concerned the line that comes to mind is.
Every good wife is a whore in the bedroom.
And so a slave whore I will be starting of course with me sucking his cock, taking in the taste of my own cunt for that matter.
When he’d had enough of that he again put me on all fours and pounded me into oblivion.
After that he finished me and himself off by fucking me in the ass.
That one hurt but I’m assuming I’ll get used to it.
We then collapsed into a stinking sweaty mess and fell back asleep.
Two hours later we were up showering, shaving and getting ourselves dressed.
The sun was already up. We fueled up at a service station.
“ Fill it up with regular. “
Red said to the attendant.
We stepped into an anointing diner and got some grill cheese sandwiches coffee and some packs of cigarettes to go.
Back outside the attendant said he added two quarts of oil to the truck.
I’ve been concerned about the truck. It’s an old rusty GMC step side with the three on the tree style transmission.
I don’t say nothing about the smoke that comes out the exhaust or the drops of oil it leaves everywhere you park, but Red seems to have confidence in it.
I just seriously hope we got something better if God forbid we have to go back to Mississippi for whatever.
We also were back on two lane roads again. But when we hit Texas I-40 opens up at least for a short distance anyway.
About 10 miles in and everything slows. In the distance we could see the freeway was blocked by state troopers.
Ahead there was two lanes exiting the freeway. A sign said trucks in the right lane cars in the left.
“ What’s going on? “
I asked while watching the expressions on Reds face.
He looked concerned.
“ It’s a slave check. “
“ Shit! “
I said to myself as I broke out into a cold sweat.
Here we are halfway to California and I’m gonna get caught and sent back.
“ Just be cool Honey. “
Red said striking a match to light his cigarette.
We slowly exited the freeway the road splits Trucks went to the right around a large grassy fenced in area. Where already there was lots of naked women gagged looking out from the inside.
We saw DOT men weighing inspecting the big trucks inside and out.
On the car side there were lots of parked cars. All women were told to get out and strip. No exceptions.
I knew then I was caught I mean there wasn’t no way to hide my branded ass.
They did though look incredibly busy. Most seemed to be women going to there jobs some even taking there kids to school.
Just think of the memory that will leave.
One was a family on vacation.
Not even grandma got a pass. Her daughter and granddaughter all standing naked side by side, getting there lower holes checked.
But the worst I saw was one of them Volkswagen hippie vans pulled over.
We didn’t have no air conditioning in our truck all we had was those windows that opened up in front of the one that rolls down.
The smell of BO that came through that window made me throw up in my mouth.
I mean to be there had to be at least 10 of them stinking skanks. The bushes between there legs was the nastiest things I’d ever seen.
One of the women had long black hair and not only she had an out of control bush she had a hairy ass legs and arms.
I couldn’t help but to give her a second look making sure she wasn’t a guy.
She had tits and I didn’t see a cock hanging but she was downright nasty looking.
If it was up to me I’d run them all through the cattle dips then tie there hair up and lower them all into a bath filled with Nair.
That hairy shit has to go.
And for the man driving somebody needs to hold that son of a bitch down to a barbers chair and shave his head. It’s a real shame for a man to let himself go like that.
He just about looked like something that just got up and walked out of Hell.
For myself for the first time I was glad I’d been raised as a slave, cause slaves know how to keep themselves up better than that.
We soon was stopped by a man wearing military fatigues.
Red looks my way again.
“ Just be cool. “
Red stops the truck. The soldier steps forward.
“ I need to see your drivers license and the ladies SIN card. “
Instead of showing the man his drivers license Red shows him his military ID.
The soldier snapped to attention when he realized Red was a sergeant in the marine corps.
“ Sir you going to Camp Pendleton Sir? “
“ Yes Sir I am. “
“ God Bless you Sir!….Carry on! “
I watched them then salute one another.
“ At ease private. “
Red said to him as he drives away.
I could see them at least in the marines they had some clout or perks I guess when they encounter certain situations even when they are off duty.
As we got into west Texas like Red said the cotton fields disappeared along with the lush green vegetation. All that was replaced with sand rocks and this brushy looking shit that grows in deserts. From that point on pretty much all the way to California.
It looked kind of depressing to me. Back east the grass and trees was pretty. I just didn’t care for the cotton.
On the second day of our journey to California. We didn’t get the early start that we did the previous day.
I guess you could say it’s Reds fault he woke up with morning wood.
And even though I was still satisfied from the pussy thrashing I’d taken just 5 or so hours back.
I know as a slave you never deny your master.
Or as far as a wife is concerned the line that comes to mind is.
Every good wife is a whore in the bedroom.
And so a slave whore I will be starting of course with me sucking his cock, taking in the taste of my own cunt for that matter.
When he’d had enough of that he again put me on all fours and pounded me into oblivion.
After that he finished me and himself off by fucking me in the ass.
That one hurt but I’m assuming I’ll get used to it.
We then collapsed into a stinking sweaty mess and fell back asleep.
Two hours later we were up showering, shaving and getting ourselves dressed.
The sun was already up. We fueled up at a service station.
“ Fill it up with regular. “
Red said to the attendant.
We stepped into an anointing diner and got some grill cheese sandwiches coffee and some packs of cigarettes to go.
Back outside the attendant said he added two quarts of oil to the truck.
I’ve been concerned about the truck. It’s an old rusty GMC step side with the three on the tree style transmission.
I don’t say nothing about the smoke that comes out the exhaust or the drops of oil it leaves everywhere you park, but Red seems to have confidence in it.
I just seriously hope we got something better if God forbid we have to go back to Mississippi for whatever.
We also were back on two lane roads again. But when we hit Texas I-40 opens up at least for a short distance anyway.
About 10 miles in and everything slows. In the distance we could see the freeway was blocked by state troopers.
Ahead there was two lanes exiting the freeway. A sign said trucks in the right lane cars in the left.
“ What’s going on? “
I asked while watching the expressions on Reds face.
He looked concerned.
“ It’s a slave check. “
“ Shit! “
I said to myself as I broke out into a cold sweat.
Here we are halfway to California and I’m gonna get caught and sent back.
“ Just be cool Honey. “
Red said striking a match to light his cigarette.
We slowly exited the freeway the road splits Trucks went to the right around a large grassy fenced in area. Where already there was lots of naked women gagged looking out from the inside.
We saw DOT men weighing inspecting the big trucks inside and out.
On the car side there were lots of parked cars. All women were told to get out and strip. No exceptions.
I knew then I was caught I mean there wasn’t no way to hide my branded ass.
They did though look incredibly busy. Most seemed to be women going to there jobs some even taking there kids to school.
Just think of the memory that will leave.
One was a family on vacation.
Not even grandma got a pass. Her daughter and granddaughter all standing naked side by side, getting there lower holes checked.
But the worst I saw was one of them Volkswagen hippie vans pulled over.
We didn’t have no air conditioning in our truck all we had was those windows that opened up in front of the one that rolls down.
The smell of BO that came through that window made me throw up in my mouth.
I mean to be there had to be at least 10 of them stinking skanks. The bushes between there legs was the nastiest things I’d ever seen.
One of the women had long black hair and not only she had an out of control bush she had a hairy ass legs and arms.
I couldn’t help but to give her a second look making sure she wasn’t a guy.
She had tits and I didn’t see a cock hanging but she was downright nasty looking.
If it was up to me I’d run them all through the cattle dips then tie there hair up and lower them all into a bath filled with Nair.
That hairy shit has to go.
And for the man driving somebody needs to hold that son of a bitch down to a barbers chair and shave his head. It’s a real shame for a man to let himself go like that.
He just about looked like something that just got up and walked out of Hell.
For myself for the first time I was glad I’d been raised as a slave, cause slaves know how to keep themselves up better than that.
We soon was stopped by a man wearing military fatigues.
Red looks my way again.
“ Just be cool. “
Red stops the truck. The soldier steps forward.
“ I need to see your drivers license and the ladies SIN card. “
Instead of showing the man his drivers license Red shows him his military ID.
The soldier snapped to attention when he realized Red was a sergeant in the marine corps.
“ Sir you going to Camp Pendleton Sir? “
“ Yes Sir I am. “
“ God Bless you Sir!….Carry on! “
I watched them then salute one another.
“ At ease private. “
Red said to him as he drives away.
I could see them at least in the marines they had some clout or perks I guess when they encounter certain situations even when they are off duty.
As we got into west Texas like Red said the cotton fields disappeared along with the lush green vegetation. All that was replaced with sand rocks and this brushy looking shit that grows in deserts. From that point on pretty much all the way to California.
It looked kind of depressing to me. Back east the grass and trees was pretty. I just didn’t care for the cotton.
Re: Runaway slave part 3
The California slave
As we continued through Texas and into New Mexico.
Red explains to me that slavery is much different in California.
First of all in California slaves have rights. Women get to choose if they want to be slaves or not.
Slaves get to pick there owners.
I said bull shit on that one.
I guess it’s sort of like that stray cat that shows up at your door and never leaves.
She’s picking you cause you’re gonna feel sorry for her and feed her.
To show you her gratitude she’s gonna crank out liter after liter of kittens and you’ll end up with cat world at your place.
Slaves get paid.
I almost choked on my sandwich when I heard that one.
But apparently in California slaves get a cut for there services.
Just like here in the real world everything that goes wrong in America always starts in California.
Slave world is no different.
You just can’t abolish slavery. That’s much to simple plus it will cause nothing but problems for hundreds of years into the future.
The method for the political left is to destroy it from within and do it very slowly.
It’s gonna be a big surprise to everyone when it’s finally done.
Here is an example of the type of surprise it will be.
Remember when your wife got that bright idea of finally replacing that shag carpet from the 70’s in your living room.
You moved everything out then ripped it up and the entire floor caved in from a termite infestation.
That’s what it will be like when slavery goes away.
Just give that some thought.
As we continued through Texas and into New Mexico.
Red explains to me that slavery is much different in California.
First of all in California slaves have rights. Women get to choose if they want to be slaves or not.
Slaves get to pick there owners.
I said bull shit on that one.
I guess it’s sort of like that stray cat that shows up at your door and never leaves.
She’s picking you cause you’re gonna feel sorry for her and feed her.
To show you her gratitude she’s gonna crank out liter after liter of kittens and you’ll end up with cat world at your place.
Slaves get paid.
I almost choked on my sandwich when I heard that one.
But apparently in California slaves get a cut for there services.
Just like here in the real world everything that goes wrong in America always starts in California.
Slave world is no different.
You just can’t abolish slavery. That’s much to simple plus it will cause nothing but problems for hundreds of years into the future.
The method for the political left is to destroy it from within and do it very slowly.
It’s gonna be a big surprise to everyone when it’s finally done.
Here is an example of the type of surprise it will be.
Remember when your wife got that bright idea of finally replacing that shag carpet from the 70’s in your living room.
You moved everything out then ripped it up and the entire floor caved in from a termite infestation.
That’s what it will be like when slavery goes away.
Just give that some thought.
Re: Runaway slave part 3
Obtaining my freedom
When we finally reached California first order of business was to get to a lawyers office.
So I could obtain those precious legal papers I’ll need to get an ID.
All these things had to be done by the book. That way me and Red could get legally married. Only then could he obtain government housing for us.
At the moment he was still living in the barracks with the men. Apparently wives don’t just move in to the barracks with a bunch of young horny men.
Though I’ve played out those kinds of fantasies many times as I masturbate.
When going through my suitcase for the right thing to wear I was surprised to find the white flower printed cotton dress that I’d stole from the cloths line when I ran away.
I had thought Cheryl had thrown it away.
I’m glad she didn’t I didn’t have very many sets of clothes anyway.
From our motel room I took my time shaving everything showering and dressing myself. Wearing again my sexy lingerie including bra despite how much I hate those things.
My dress and my sexy high heels.
Something still felt naughty to me about wearing that woman’s dress that I stole this from.
Red looked handsome in his Marine uniform. And off we went into this office where this greasy haired lawyer was waiting.
Red called him the afternoon before and explained his version of my predicament.
We went in and sat down across from him.
“ Okay what’s your name? “
“ Debrah Renae Parker. Slave #1 “
“ Okay date of birth? “
Me and Red just looked at one another.
“ So you don’t know how old you are? “
“ Birth days are not something that gets celebrated. But I was told that I was ripe enough to be picked. “
“ Just what’s that supposed to mean? “
I unbuttoned my dress a little and leaned forward giving him a good look of my awesome cleavage.
“ Would you like to feel for yourself? “
The man sort of looked a little shocked at my forwardness.
“ She’s 18 Sir that’s what ripe for picking means. In other words it’s time for her to go to the block. “
Red explained.
“ I still need a date I can’t help you without dates. “
“ June 20th. “
“ Why June 20th? “
I asked Red.
“ Cause that’s the day we met. Just add 18 years to it, and that will be your birthday. “
“ So June 20 1947 will be your birth? “
Our lawyer friend asks me.
I nod my head in agreement with it.
“ What was the duration of your enslavement? “
“ 18 years. “
He looks at me and then at my new birthday.
“ Wait a minute. You can’t be enslaved until you’re 18? “
“ I was a farm slave. I was born into it. “
I watched his eyes get as big as saucers.
“ That shit ain’t legal!…Where did you say you were from? “
“ I didn’t but I’m from Mississippi. “
“ Yeah it’s always Mississippi or Alabama always causing all the problems. “
He pulls out some forms and writes my name and information on it.
“ Sign right down at the bottom. “
“ I can’t sign…I’m uneducated. “
“ So you ain’t never been to school? “
“ No sir. “
“ Okay just put an X down on that bottom line and I’ll fill in your name. “
“ What’s that she’s signing? “
Red asks with curiosity.
“ This is a form that states that she’s applying for back pay for her enslavement. “
“ You mean she’s gonna get her 40 acres and a mule? “
Red asked with a hint of excitement.
“ No they don’t do that shit no more. She’ll eventually get paid. “
He sits back in his chair and sighs.
“ I’ve got to be honest with you folks. Slavery now at the federal level is on the back burner so to speak. Right now everything is about civil rights and helping out the black folks.
The American public has no appetite for helping out spoiled stupid college aged white girls that get themselves enslaved! “
“ Yeah but I was born into it? “
“ Yeah I know and I’m really sticking my neck out on this. So you better be telling me the truth! I’m gonna call some men I know down at the FBI and they’ll investigate this. “
“ Oh wow! That’s serious? “
“ You damn right it is!
In the meantime you got some hoops to jump through. “
He fills out another form and gives it to Red.
“ Take her to this address they’ll give her a medical and psychological assessment. If they sign off on it. I can get you the paperwork so you can obtain a ID drivers license SIN card SSI card marriage license birth certificate and even a Freedom card. “
“ Freedom card?…I ain’t heard of that one? “
Red asks.
“ That’s a brand new program that we just got passed a woman possessing a Freedom card cannot be enslaved under any circumstance. It’s Federal law and Federal law always trumps state law. Even in Mississippi. “
He got up from his chair and shook hands with both of us.
“ Good luck to you miss. “
When me and Red left that lawyers office I was walking on cloud 9. Besides meeting Red and Cheryl this was the happiest day of my life. I was gonna get freed from slavery and get paid also.
Yeah what could go wrong with all this?
When we finally reached California first order of business was to get to a lawyers office.
So I could obtain those precious legal papers I’ll need to get an ID.
All these things had to be done by the book. That way me and Red could get legally married. Only then could he obtain government housing for us.
At the moment he was still living in the barracks with the men. Apparently wives don’t just move in to the barracks with a bunch of young horny men.
Though I’ve played out those kinds of fantasies many times as I masturbate.
When going through my suitcase for the right thing to wear I was surprised to find the white flower printed cotton dress that I’d stole from the cloths line when I ran away.
I had thought Cheryl had thrown it away.
I’m glad she didn’t I didn’t have very many sets of clothes anyway.
From our motel room I took my time shaving everything showering and dressing myself. Wearing again my sexy lingerie including bra despite how much I hate those things.
My dress and my sexy high heels.
Something still felt naughty to me about wearing that woman’s dress that I stole this from.
Red looked handsome in his Marine uniform. And off we went into this office where this greasy haired lawyer was waiting.
Red called him the afternoon before and explained his version of my predicament.
We went in and sat down across from him.
“ Okay what’s your name? “
“ Debrah Renae Parker. Slave #1 “
“ Okay date of birth? “
Me and Red just looked at one another.
“ So you don’t know how old you are? “
“ Birth days are not something that gets celebrated. But I was told that I was ripe enough to be picked. “
“ Just what’s that supposed to mean? “
I unbuttoned my dress a little and leaned forward giving him a good look of my awesome cleavage.
“ Would you like to feel for yourself? “
The man sort of looked a little shocked at my forwardness.
“ She’s 18 Sir that’s what ripe for picking means. In other words it’s time for her to go to the block. “
Red explained.
“ I still need a date I can’t help you without dates. “
“ June 20th. “
“ Why June 20th? “
I asked Red.
“ Cause that’s the day we met. Just add 18 years to it, and that will be your birthday. “
“ So June 20 1947 will be your birth? “
Our lawyer friend asks me.
I nod my head in agreement with it.
“ What was the duration of your enslavement? “
“ 18 years. “
He looks at me and then at my new birthday.
“ Wait a minute. You can’t be enslaved until you’re 18? “
“ I was a farm slave. I was born into it. “
I watched his eyes get as big as saucers.
“ That shit ain’t legal!…Where did you say you were from? “
“ I didn’t but I’m from Mississippi. “
“ Yeah it’s always Mississippi or Alabama always causing all the problems. “
He pulls out some forms and writes my name and information on it.
“ Sign right down at the bottom. “
“ I can’t sign…I’m uneducated. “
“ So you ain’t never been to school? “
“ No sir. “
“ Okay just put an X down on that bottom line and I’ll fill in your name. “
“ What’s that she’s signing? “
Red asks with curiosity.
“ This is a form that states that she’s applying for back pay for her enslavement. “
“ You mean she’s gonna get her 40 acres and a mule? “
Red asked with a hint of excitement.
“ No they don’t do that shit no more. She’ll eventually get paid. “
He sits back in his chair and sighs.
“ I’ve got to be honest with you folks. Slavery now at the federal level is on the back burner so to speak. Right now everything is about civil rights and helping out the black folks.
The American public has no appetite for helping out spoiled stupid college aged white girls that get themselves enslaved! “
“ Yeah but I was born into it? “
“ Yeah I know and I’m really sticking my neck out on this. So you better be telling me the truth! I’m gonna call some men I know down at the FBI and they’ll investigate this. “
“ Oh wow! That’s serious? “
“ You damn right it is!
In the meantime you got some hoops to jump through. “
He fills out another form and gives it to Red.
“ Take her to this address they’ll give her a medical and psychological assessment. If they sign off on it. I can get you the paperwork so you can obtain a ID drivers license SIN card SSI card marriage license birth certificate and even a Freedom card. “
“ Freedom card?…I ain’t heard of that one? “
Red asks.
“ That’s a brand new program that we just got passed a woman possessing a Freedom card cannot be enslaved under any circumstance. It’s Federal law and Federal law always trumps state law. Even in Mississippi. “
He got up from his chair and shook hands with both of us.
“ Good luck to you miss. “
When me and Red left that lawyers office I was walking on cloud 9. Besides meeting Red and Cheryl this was the happiest day of my life. I was gonna get freed from slavery and get paid also.
Yeah what could go wrong with all this?
Re: Runaway slave part 3
The California slave office
The excitement that I was feeling came to a screeching halt. When we arrived at the address that they had directed us to.
It obviously was a government building but nothing as big and fancy as The Department of Agriculture building in downtown Whorisville Mississippi. They had big statuary on display it was built with marble and had shiny waxed floors with fine woodwork.
This place was just a cinder block building. It had multiple floors but to say it was a slave office? It looked like a total dump on the outside.
It did though have cute little bare footprints painted along the sidewalk and up the stairs to what Red told me the sign above said Slave entrance.
We got out and followed the footprints.
“ You think I should at least take my shoes off? “
“ No don’t worry about it, slaves in California wears clothes. “
“ What???….Thats absurd! “
I’ve been a slave my whole life. Up until a month ago I’d never worn clothes. Unless you’re about to freeze to death the slave doesn’t wear clothes.
We walk up the stairs and through the door where we’re met by a security guard.
“ May I help you? “
He asks politely.
I hand over the form that the lawyers office gave me. He looks it over then brings out another form.
“ Where you from Miss Parker? “
“ Whorisville Mississippi. “
He takes out a Mississippi map and starts looking for it.
“ I can’t seem to find that on the map. “
“ It in the Delta! “
I said in an annoyed slow voice.
Red looks at the map and pointed.
“ It’s just a wide place in the road between Clarksdale and Tunica. “
“ It don’t matter no way I’m just amused with them fucked up names of towns they come up with in the south. “
“ Can you read and write? “
“ No sir. “
“ Now why does that not surprise me? “
“ Because I’m a slave. “
“ Slaves in California go to school. “
He informed us in an arrogant voice.
I could tell Red was getting pissed.
Red was top of his class and he didn’t appreciate these fucking assholes and Yankees running down the south saying we ignorant and don’t know nothing.
“ What’s your slave grade? “
“ I ain’t never been slave graded. “
He shook his head in disgust.
“ Stand over there against the wall. “
He looks me up and down.
“ Now turn around. “
He looks me again up and down and graded me a C for Choice.
Yep that’s the California slave grade procedure. I don’t even have to take my clothes off.
According to Californias Slave commission.
All slaves will be graded Choice. No matter what.
This is solely to encourage Fairness and discourage Bullying between the slaves.
This was like 60 years ago. And this is why today that across the country when the little league team looses every game they all get a trophy and a pizza party at the end of the season.
The security guard looks at Red.
“ Who are you? “
“ I’m her husband. “
“ I need to see some ID. “
Apparently the military ID or the Marine uniform that Red was wearing didn’t mean nothing to this jerk. He’s probably a closeted communist.
“ Your last names don’t match. “
I held up my ring finger showing him my engagement ring.
“ You’re a slave! Take the ring off and give it back to him. “
I slipped the ring off and handed it to Red.
The man then looks at Red.
“ Now you take your sorry bigoted racist rednecked ass out and wait in that beat up rusty piece of shit you drove up in here in! “
Red clenched his jaws and his face turned as red as his hair is.
“ It’s gonna be okay honey this is something I’ve got to do. “
Red gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then shoved the door open then slammed it hard.
“ That fucking hot head better watch that God damn temper! “
He said watching Red stomp down the stairs through the window.
He then looks at me.
“ Put your purse down on the desk. “
He then pointed to a circle that was painted on the floor with the barefoot foot prints. On the wall was painted hand prints.
“ Step into the circle place your feet on the footprints put your hands on the hand prints painted on the wall.
From behind he proceeded to search me.
I watched as his hands came around me unbuttoning my dress. From out of nowhere he had a pair of scissors in his hand quickly cutting my bra straps.
He snatched the bra from my body and tossed it into the trash.
I looked down seeing my big tits hanging out the front of my dress.
His hands again comes around me.
I felt his bulge against my ass as he pushed himself into me. He groped me roughly before kneeling. Under my dress I feel him slipping his fingers under my thong. It’s quickly slipped down my legs.
I then step out of it.
My thong is tossed onto his desk next to my purse.
I’m not sure if I’m gonna get it back but I’m not gonna hold my breath about it.
He returned to under my dress fingering and spreading both my holes apart.
He then felt down each one of my stockinged legs.
When he stood up I continued to look straight at the wall. He then walked to a refrigerator taking out a glass vile. Then he ripped the plastic packaging from around a syringe he takes the cap from the needle then pressed it into the vile.
Out the corner of my eye I saw the syringe fill.
He came to me lifting my dress and shoved the needle right into my ass. Then pushed the plunger. It burned as it filled my veins.
I didn’t know it at the time but found out this was my first cocktail of birth control and horny juice.
He then pulls the needle from my ass and tossed it straight into the trash can.
He then gave me another form.
“ Now walk down the hall turn right go to the elevator go down to the basement. Turn right and have a seat in the waiting room. “
The excitement that I was feeling came to a screeching halt. When we arrived at the address that they had directed us to.
It obviously was a government building but nothing as big and fancy as The Department of Agriculture building in downtown Whorisville Mississippi. They had big statuary on display it was built with marble and had shiny waxed floors with fine woodwork.
This place was just a cinder block building. It had multiple floors but to say it was a slave office? It looked like a total dump on the outside.
It did though have cute little bare footprints painted along the sidewalk and up the stairs to what Red told me the sign above said Slave entrance.
We got out and followed the footprints.
“ You think I should at least take my shoes off? “
“ No don’t worry about it, slaves in California wears clothes. “
“ What???….Thats absurd! “
I’ve been a slave my whole life. Up until a month ago I’d never worn clothes. Unless you’re about to freeze to death the slave doesn’t wear clothes.
We walk up the stairs and through the door where we’re met by a security guard.
“ May I help you? “
He asks politely.
I hand over the form that the lawyers office gave me. He looks it over then brings out another form.
“ Where you from Miss Parker? “
“ Whorisville Mississippi. “
He takes out a Mississippi map and starts looking for it.
“ I can’t seem to find that on the map. “
“ It in the Delta! “
I said in an annoyed slow voice.
Red looks at the map and pointed.
“ It’s just a wide place in the road between Clarksdale and Tunica. “
“ It don’t matter no way I’m just amused with them fucked up names of towns they come up with in the south. “
“ Can you read and write? “
“ No sir. “
“ Now why does that not surprise me? “
“ Because I’m a slave. “
“ Slaves in California go to school. “
He informed us in an arrogant voice.
I could tell Red was getting pissed.
Red was top of his class and he didn’t appreciate these fucking assholes and Yankees running down the south saying we ignorant and don’t know nothing.
“ What’s your slave grade? “
“ I ain’t never been slave graded. “
He shook his head in disgust.
“ Stand over there against the wall. “
He looks me up and down.
“ Now turn around. “
He looks me again up and down and graded me a C for Choice.
Yep that’s the California slave grade procedure. I don’t even have to take my clothes off.
According to Californias Slave commission.
All slaves will be graded Choice. No matter what.
This is solely to encourage Fairness and discourage Bullying between the slaves.
This was like 60 years ago. And this is why today that across the country when the little league team looses every game they all get a trophy and a pizza party at the end of the season.
The security guard looks at Red.
“ Who are you? “
“ I’m her husband. “
“ I need to see some ID. “
Apparently the military ID or the Marine uniform that Red was wearing didn’t mean nothing to this jerk. He’s probably a closeted communist.
“ Your last names don’t match. “
I held up my ring finger showing him my engagement ring.
“ You’re a slave! Take the ring off and give it back to him. “
I slipped the ring off and handed it to Red.
The man then looks at Red.
“ Now you take your sorry bigoted racist rednecked ass out and wait in that beat up rusty piece of shit you drove up in here in! “
Red clenched his jaws and his face turned as red as his hair is.
“ It’s gonna be okay honey this is something I’ve got to do. “
Red gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then shoved the door open then slammed it hard.
“ That fucking hot head better watch that God damn temper! “
He said watching Red stomp down the stairs through the window.
He then looks at me.
“ Put your purse down on the desk. “
He then pointed to a circle that was painted on the floor with the barefoot foot prints. On the wall was painted hand prints.
“ Step into the circle place your feet on the footprints put your hands on the hand prints painted on the wall.
From behind he proceeded to search me.
I watched as his hands came around me unbuttoning my dress. From out of nowhere he had a pair of scissors in his hand quickly cutting my bra straps.
He snatched the bra from my body and tossed it into the trash.
I looked down seeing my big tits hanging out the front of my dress.
His hands again comes around me.
I felt his bulge against my ass as he pushed himself into me. He groped me roughly before kneeling. Under my dress I feel him slipping his fingers under my thong. It’s quickly slipped down my legs.
I then step out of it.
My thong is tossed onto his desk next to my purse.
I’m not sure if I’m gonna get it back but I’m not gonna hold my breath about it.
He returned to under my dress fingering and spreading both my holes apart.
He then felt down each one of my stockinged legs.
When he stood up I continued to look straight at the wall. He then walked to a refrigerator taking out a glass vile. Then he ripped the plastic packaging from around a syringe he takes the cap from the needle then pressed it into the vile.
Out the corner of my eye I saw the syringe fill.
He came to me lifting my dress and shoved the needle right into my ass. Then pushed the plunger. It burned as it filled my veins.
I didn’t know it at the time but found out this was my first cocktail of birth control and horny juice.
He then pulls the needle from my ass and tossed it straight into the trash can.
He then gave me another form.
“ Now walk down the hall turn right go to the elevator go down to the basement. Turn right and have a seat in the waiting room. “
Re: Runaway slave part 3
I turned and started walking. The fluorescent lights buzzed from above was the only sound with the exception of my high heels clicking and clacking with every step I took.
Nobody was escorting me, nobody was even around me but I felt the presence of many men.
I don’t know why I bothered but I had the incredible urge to button up, I’ve never felt that.
Is that the shame of a free woman that’s exposed in public?
As a slave I’ve never felt that. Or is it something of a side effect that was from that injection.
Speaking of that I did though feel my nipples suddenly grow hard, poking through the soft cotton of my dress.
Though without panties I felt myself wet between the legs.
I felt a mixed bag of emotions.
Shame
Fear
Paranoia
But most of all a strong sense of sexual arousal.
As I walked I swayed my hips from side to side, though there was no man behind me to show off to.
I was alone but felt that every move I made was being scrutinized to the 10th degree.
But by who?
Is this a game?
Or is it some sort of test?
I just feel it’s a hurdle that must be jumped to get me to the next level.
The next level I hope is freedom.
No Boss
No forced work.
No collars, chains or whippings.
What will life be like to not have to deal with those things?
I then turn the corner in the distance I see what I think is the elevator.
As I get to it the doors open automatically.
I step inside the doors close behind me.
Without touching anything the elevator goes down down and down it suddenly slows then stops.
Doors open hallway looks pretty much the same.
I turn right in the distance I see some chairs a desk and another door.
Nobody is at the desk. I look at all the chairs sitting along both walls.
One chair in particular is different.
Not really but it’s the only one with the barefoot footprints painted on the floor in front of it.
I sit down looking at the cute little painted footprints. Then at my own feet wondering if I suppose to take my shoes off.
I sit there with nervous energy crossing and uncrossing my sexy hosed legs. Though no one is there I feel that I’m still being watched.
As I uncrossed my legs I placed my feet directly onto the painted footprints.
They were kind of apart, wider than what would be considered lady like.
As I did suddenly I hear and feel air blowing from a vent straight across from me. And one blowing from straight down onto me.
The one across from me blew straight up my dress onto my panty less crotch.
I felt my clitoris swell.
I fought back the urge to just play with myself.
The vent above blew straight down my dress. I unbuttoned my dress a little. My nipples felt so sensitive.
Again I fought the urge to touch myself.
I look down the hallway seeing no one but again I felt the presence of many.
I’ve never felt so sexually charged. This can’t be natural? Whatever that was in the shot along with the gas or mist coming from the vents had me in a state of arousal I’d never felt before.
I sat there all spread out holding my dress up feeling just like a damn whore that can’t never get enough.
Suddenly the door opens. It again was that obnoxious security guard.
How the Hell did he get here without me seeing him?
Must be another elevator.
“ Miss Parker are you ready to earn your freedom? “
I bit my lower lip as I got out of the chair and faced him from across his desk.
“ Earn my freedom? Haven’t I already earned it? “
He looks at me as he slides open the desk drawer takes a file out opens it then shows me a black and white slave naked picture of myself.
“ Not according to the state of Mississippi. According to them your a fugitive slave.
Now I could cuff you shackle you and ship you back at Mississippis expense.
And I’ll add they don’t like those types of expenses.
So again are you ready to earn your freedom? “
I nod my head.
From behind the desk he brings out a cardboard box placing it onto the desk.
“ We are now gonna need you to get undressed. “
“ What do you mean by we? “
The door then opens and 5 more men come walking out, they all surround me.
“ My lawyer said this was a medical and psychological exam? “
“ Yeah but you got to get past us first. “
I gulped with a strong sense of anxiety that was coming over me as I stared into the empty box.
The men watched intensely as I bent my right leg straight back and pulled my shoe off. I placed it inside the box then slowly took off my left shoe placing it next to the right one.
I then unbuttoned and pulled the dress up and over my head. I didn’t bother to fold it just wadded it up cramming it into the box.
Standing in just my stockings and garter belt I presented myself to the men.
“ Slave naked! “
The man said.
I unhooked my garters and slowly rolled my right stocking down and off my foot. I tucked it neatly into my right shoe. I then repeated the process with the left one. Then took off and placed my garter belt on top of my dress.
“ Now present! “
Looking down again I spotted another set of foot prints painted onto the floor. They were just the right width apart for the position. I then put my hands behind my head and pushed my tits outward.
For the men to lust over my sexy youthful body.
The lead man walked around me looking me over. He stops at my backside.
I felt his fingers feeling my deep scars where my flesh had been ripped apart by the cat o 9 tails.
I then feel him feeling my hideous looking branded ass.
“ It’s my duty to inform you. If you’d rather continue your enslavement here in California. We will buy you from the state of Mississippi. And for a 10 year enslavement we will get the best plastic surgeon possible to fix these scars and that brand. “
That offer did entice me.
I think the man saw the gears turning in my head.
“ A short 10 year enslavement could open many profitable doors for you in California. “
“ Such as? “
I asked because my mind was blown I just couldn’t think all I’ve ever wanted was to be free.
Besides being Reds wife I hadn’t thought of anything further than that.
“ For one there is Hollywood. Your a beautiful girl I could see you in the movies or a Tv series. They make millions of dollars you know? “
No actually I don’t know because all I’ve ever known is being a dumb slave, but the offer sure sounded good.
“ Or you could go by what your lawyers office has planned out for you. And you’ll be a board lonely housewife to a marine that’s never gonna be home for you. “
“ Yes!…That’s what I want! “
I blurt out like an absolute dumb ass.
“ Very well then. Get on your knees slut! “
Nobody was escorting me, nobody was even around me but I felt the presence of many men.
I don’t know why I bothered but I had the incredible urge to button up, I’ve never felt that.
Is that the shame of a free woman that’s exposed in public?
As a slave I’ve never felt that. Or is it something of a side effect that was from that injection.
Speaking of that I did though feel my nipples suddenly grow hard, poking through the soft cotton of my dress.
Though without panties I felt myself wet between the legs.
I felt a mixed bag of emotions.
Shame
Fear
Paranoia
But most of all a strong sense of sexual arousal.
As I walked I swayed my hips from side to side, though there was no man behind me to show off to.
I was alone but felt that every move I made was being scrutinized to the 10th degree.
But by who?
Is this a game?
Or is it some sort of test?
I just feel it’s a hurdle that must be jumped to get me to the next level.
The next level I hope is freedom.
No Boss
No forced work.
No collars, chains or whippings.
What will life be like to not have to deal with those things?
I then turn the corner in the distance I see what I think is the elevator.
As I get to it the doors open automatically.
I step inside the doors close behind me.
Without touching anything the elevator goes down down and down it suddenly slows then stops.
Doors open hallway looks pretty much the same.
I turn right in the distance I see some chairs a desk and another door.
Nobody is at the desk. I look at all the chairs sitting along both walls.
One chair in particular is different.
Not really but it’s the only one with the barefoot footprints painted on the floor in front of it.
I sit down looking at the cute little painted footprints. Then at my own feet wondering if I suppose to take my shoes off.
I sit there with nervous energy crossing and uncrossing my sexy hosed legs. Though no one is there I feel that I’m still being watched.
As I uncrossed my legs I placed my feet directly onto the painted footprints.
They were kind of apart, wider than what would be considered lady like.
As I did suddenly I hear and feel air blowing from a vent straight across from me. And one blowing from straight down onto me.
The one across from me blew straight up my dress onto my panty less crotch.
I felt my clitoris swell.
I fought back the urge to just play with myself.
The vent above blew straight down my dress. I unbuttoned my dress a little. My nipples felt so sensitive.
Again I fought the urge to touch myself.
I look down the hallway seeing no one but again I felt the presence of many.
I’ve never felt so sexually charged. This can’t be natural? Whatever that was in the shot along with the gas or mist coming from the vents had me in a state of arousal I’d never felt before.
I sat there all spread out holding my dress up feeling just like a damn whore that can’t never get enough.
Suddenly the door opens. It again was that obnoxious security guard.
How the Hell did he get here without me seeing him?
Must be another elevator.
“ Miss Parker are you ready to earn your freedom? “
I bit my lower lip as I got out of the chair and faced him from across his desk.
“ Earn my freedom? Haven’t I already earned it? “
He looks at me as he slides open the desk drawer takes a file out opens it then shows me a black and white slave naked picture of myself.
“ Not according to the state of Mississippi. According to them your a fugitive slave.
Now I could cuff you shackle you and ship you back at Mississippis expense.
And I’ll add they don’t like those types of expenses.
So again are you ready to earn your freedom? “
I nod my head.
From behind the desk he brings out a cardboard box placing it onto the desk.
“ We are now gonna need you to get undressed. “
“ What do you mean by we? “
The door then opens and 5 more men come walking out, they all surround me.
“ My lawyer said this was a medical and psychological exam? “
“ Yeah but you got to get past us first. “
I gulped with a strong sense of anxiety that was coming over me as I stared into the empty box.
The men watched intensely as I bent my right leg straight back and pulled my shoe off. I placed it inside the box then slowly took off my left shoe placing it next to the right one.
I then unbuttoned and pulled the dress up and over my head. I didn’t bother to fold it just wadded it up cramming it into the box.
Standing in just my stockings and garter belt I presented myself to the men.
“ Slave naked! “
The man said.
I unhooked my garters and slowly rolled my right stocking down and off my foot. I tucked it neatly into my right shoe. I then repeated the process with the left one. Then took off and placed my garter belt on top of my dress.
“ Now present! “
Looking down again I spotted another set of foot prints painted onto the floor. They were just the right width apart for the position. I then put my hands behind my head and pushed my tits outward.
For the men to lust over my sexy youthful body.
The lead man walked around me looking me over. He stops at my backside.
I felt his fingers feeling my deep scars where my flesh had been ripped apart by the cat o 9 tails.
I then feel him feeling my hideous looking branded ass.
“ It’s my duty to inform you. If you’d rather continue your enslavement here in California. We will buy you from the state of Mississippi. And for a 10 year enslavement we will get the best plastic surgeon possible to fix these scars and that brand. “
That offer did entice me.
I think the man saw the gears turning in my head.
“ A short 10 year enslavement could open many profitable doors for you in California. “
“ Such as? “
I asked because my mind was blown I just couldn’t think all I’ve ever wanted was to be free.
Besides being Reds wife I hadn’t thought of anything further than that.
“ For one there is Hollywood. Your a beautiful girl I could see you in the movies or a Tv series. They make millions of dollars you know? “
No actually I don’t know because all I’ve ever known is being a dumb slave, but the offer sure sounded good.
“ Or you could go by what your lawyers office has planned out for you. And you’ll be a board lonely housewife to a marine that’s never gonna be home for you. “
“ Yes!…That’s what I want! “
I blurt out like an absolute dumb ass.
“ Very well then. Get on your knees slut! “