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The Judge obviously wanted to get back to his sexy looking brunette, so Misty was on her way on towards the farmers market. Being led by the leash down the hallway then down the stairs and back onto the street.

None of this was what she’d expected from what was supposed to be a fun day of shopping.
She found herself again being roughly groped fondled and ridiculed by any and all people passing by her along the way.

Through the park and back across the street they approached again the Boutwell auditorium.

This time out in front of the entrance was a table set up with a line of mostly women lined up. Sitting at the table was this muscled up guy with Bonjovi looking hairstyle and wearing cool looking sunglasses sighting autographs.

He was obviously one of the wrestlers.
Misty looks hard his way and recognized him.

“ Oh my Gawd!…That’s Dr. Tom Prichard? “

He looks up from the table seeing the pear shaped naked slave girl with her beautiful red hair slightly blowing in the wind. He was obviously liking her boulder sized tits with cookie sized areola’s and erect nipples coming his way.

There eyes meat, and he smiles at her.

“ Hey bring that slave over here for a minute! “
He yells out to her handlers.

At the time Misty’s nakedness didn’t seem to bother her in the least. Her heart pounds, she gets instant butterflies in her stomach and a strong sense of arousal comes over her.

All the more attractively dressed women waiting to meet him all looked dumbfounded as he gets up from his chair comes around the table to look the slave with the big tits thick thighs and chubby belly over.

“ WTF? Is he looking at that skank so hard for? “
Many of the women were asking themselves. Most of them would have stripped down and done whatever he wanted, cause after all he was the southern heavy weight champion at the time.

As stated before Misty is a dedicated wrestling fan.
Of course if given the opportunity her biggest fantasy was to have a three way with Hulk Hogan and Macho man Randy Savage, but she’d never gotten that one to materialize.

She’d gotten a better shot once with Ric Flair when he came to town once and pulled her right out of the television studio audience and paraded her around at the podium where Gordon Solie was standing.

“ Let me show everyone what a real Mississippi queen looks like! “

He then kissed her passionately almost making her faint.

And told her how she was gonna ride with him in the back of his Limousine back to the hotel, where she’d get to party with him and the horseman all night long.
That meant Arn and Ole Anderson along with Tully Blanchard at the time.

Yeah Misty was excited big time at getting to get it on with all four of them.

But unfortunately Ric Flairs interview with Gordon Solie all went to Hell when Ricky Steamboat came out demanding a title shot at Flairs belt.

This of course led to a heated argument then a fight where all ways Ric Flair gets his ass kicked. The podium knocked over they crash through the fake wall, and Flairs eventually thrown into the ring where Steamboat humiliates him ripping the thousand dollar suit from his body, stripping him to his boxers socks and alligator shoes.

He’s then picked up high into the air and thrown from the ring onto the horseman that absorbed his fall onto the floor.

Complete pandemonium breaks out with the cheering fans leaving an awesome cliffhanger since it happened right at the end of the show as all ways.

Yeah so Misty’s affair with Ric Flair and the horseman was high jacked forever.

But now getting a chance to meet with Dr. Tom Prichard was definitely looking promising.

Tom was definitely intrigued with whatever he was seeing in the chubby naked slave girl that stood before him.

“ I’ll tell y’all what…I got free tickets for y’all and your families to the show tonight if y’all let me use that slave? “
Tom said propositioning them.

“ What about me?…I want to see the show also! I love wrestling! “

This of course got her angry looks from both her handlers cause as we know slaves ain’t supposed to talk, but Misty continues.

“ Y’all should even let me in the show, let me have a chance to fight for my freedom. I’ll bet I could whip any of them skanks you got working in that show tonight. “

Tom couldn’t help but laugh hearing that one.

Yeah CJ, Dirty White girl and Mrs. Texas or even Missy Hyatt wouldn’t stand a chance with Misty.

The brawls she’s had with Connie Willson from school compared closer to what you’d see from ECW between Beulah McGillicutty and Francine. Meaning that Misty gets extreme when she fights.

Yeah seeing Misty launch her naked self from the top rope to splat across the middle of the ring in front of a sold out crowd might be entertaining to see especially if pinning Missy Hyatt meant that she’d loose her clothes right there in front of everyone.

Now the thought of that should get everyone an instant boner. lol.

But unfortunately being a slave meant that she wasn’t allowed to compete in the wrestling show that night.

But she soon found out what she was allowed to do, as she was pushed down onto her knees with her eyes looking straight at the bulge from Dr. Tom Prichards jeans.

She wasted no time going for his snap and zipper, then pulling down his jeans along with his speedo. And right in front of everyone grabbed his cock and fed it into her mouth.

Tom gasps with surprise at how good Misty was sucking his cock.

“ You’re a whore!!!….Your a whore!!!…You’re a whore!!! “

All the women and everyone else that soon gathered around to watch started to chant.

This was getting more and more like an ECW event as the seconds turned to minutes. It wasn’t long before Misty found herself getting fucked right there on the street.

Yeah XXX porn mixed with wrestling it don’t get no better than this.

The attractively dressed women looking on was definitely envious of Misty right now, especially seeing her come for the third time in just a matter of a few minutes.

Slaves got it made when it comes to spontaneous sex in public especially with celebrities. Sex with slaves means no strings attached.

Ain’t nothing worse than fucking some slut on the side, and she thinks it’s more than just a fuck and starts following you around wanting more. She then discovers that your married and proceeds to blackmail you for no telling what all. Otherwise she’ll tell your wife and you’ll have one Hell of a mess on your hands then.

Slaves can’t do all that bull shit. When you’re done using her that’s it!

And at the moment Misty was getting used real good, feeling her cunt getting that awesome feeling stretch, yeah she’s for sure gonna be sore in the morning.

Tom finished her off by fucking her in the ass. She feels his massive cock pulsing and filling her bowels with his hot cum.

His dick slips out and he weakly collapses into a chair then hands over the tickets to her handlers. Misty’s then hastily led away by the yank of the bailing twine that was still around her neck.

She found herself back onto the truck and driven again on to the farmers market.
The truck stops and the men get her out. Even though everything was mostly outside or under sheds with fans blowing and the mist of what appeared to be horny juice just flowed through the air.

Yeah produce on one side and slaves on the other. But the smell of pussy greatly overpowered the scent of melons and Canó lopes. Even the rotten ones that filled the dumpster was drowned out by pussy.
Yeah it stunk like a stinking whore house from the old days before people bathed on a regular basis.

“ Guess we better clean her up. “
Misty was led to the back where a shower meant nothing more than a garden hose, a box of Tide with a green glass that was used for a scoop.

She was sprayed down with cold water then the glass of detergent was dumped over her wet body.

“ Get to it Honey! Want to be clean for your master don’t ya? “

She’s then handed a disposable razor, judging at how full it was told her that it obviously wasn’t new.

“ This is disgusting! “
Misty says to herself wondering how many cunts before hers had been shaved with that nasty thing.
Luckily hers hadn’t grown much. She’d been keeping herself up pretty good as of late, liking the way I’d been eating her pussy. I’d really been spoiling her on that. But after all the dick she’d had that day I’ll be second guessing if I’d want to go down on her.

Before leading her to her kennel though the men had one more thing to do to her.

She set her eyes on this jar that the man opened that the label said Virgin brand Cunt tightening cream.

Yeah this stuff was amazing it gives her masters cock the feeling that her cunt is custom made just for him.

If you like tight pussy with no slack this stuff it for you. The slave is known to say afterwards that she’d heard Madonna singing in her head.

“ Like a virgin….Hey!…Touched for the very first time. “

As the cream was applied Misty could feel a heat as her skin of her cunt starts to tighten.
Before the cream I could easily saw four fingers in and out of her sloppy wet fuck hole.
After the cream it hurt to get one inside her.

Back at home it was a typical Saturday for me. Remember when you lived at home with your parents? And they always found bull shit stuff for you to do?
On this day I was cleaning out the garage which consisted of moving everything out onto the driveway so mom could sweep then mop, cause nobody cleans like mom and she’s not gonna trust me to half ass a project like that.

I think in her mind me doing these chores meant that there was less time that I’d spend with Misty. And that meant in her mind there’s that less of an opportunity that I’d get Misty pregnant.

“ Jim what are we gonna do if our son ever gets that slut pregnant??? “

Yeah that’s a quote from my mom that I overheard when they thought I wasn’t around.

But Misty works every Saturday anyway, and mom knows that also, so it’s not like any sexual activity between us is going to be going on.
At least during those hours anyway.

After mom was finished cleaning she told me and my sister Trish to put everything back.

Oh then there was Trish, I don’t bring her up very often but she’s turning out to be a little slut herself. From the garage the other night I heard her moaning as her big jock boyfriend Brad was pounding away as she was bent over the hood of his car.

It’s only about a month to six weeks away from her begging me for some money and a ride to the clinic to fix the problem that she doesn’t want our parents or big dick’d Brad to know about.

The Bitch thinks I’m a damn bank or something. Thinking of that it’s been almost 40 years later and she ain’t paid me back yet.

Anyway mom goes to the grocery store while me and Trish put everything back into the garage. Dad was busy drinking beer and watching the Braves on Tv. I can’t wait until the day that I can leisurely sit around drinking beer on the weekends. Almost 40 years later I still don’t get that cause I got to work all the fucking time.

Mom returned from the grocery store. As we unloaded and put away the groceries she was quick to point something out.

“ Your girlfriend wasn’t at work today. “
She said putting away some canned goods.

That sent up a red flag in my mind, cause Misty tells me everything and her being off work would’ve been something she would’ve definitely told me.

By that point it was late afternoon and I went to my room and called over to Misty’s house. I got nothing but the answering machine which sounded like her mom was drunk when she said

“ Leave a message after the beep. “

Okay nobody’s answering the phone? Okay I’ll just get myself a shower and drive over she only lives 3 or 4 miles away to check on things, saying as if I’m some responsible adult or something.

While in the shower I couldn’t help but to get a boner. Remember when you was young and your dick would just instantly get hard?
That’s how mine was and it felt awesome in my soapy hand as I fantasized about the love of my life.

Yeah if I could just see her naked ass folded up in the kennel that she was in at the time.

Unfortunately that wasn’t the fantasy I was thinking of but I was balls deep fucking her brains out as I exploded and shot off all over the tiled wall of the shower.

With a reliving smile I watched my cum run down the wall as it was washed away by the showering water.

I then went to my room to dress. Just in my briefs I was already getting hard again. I couldn’t help but to admire myself in the mirror at how good my package looked.

I then picked up the brush and hairdryer, running it through my spiked hair. That was back when the mullet was still in, remember business in the front, party in the back?

I looked at the brush when I was finished.

“ Shit! I’m all ready going bald? “

“ Fuck!!! “

I said inspecting my thinning temples.

Yeah it sucks but at least after a hard days work I can walk into the store. And buy a case of beer like a real man does and don’t even have to worry about getting ID’d.

I finish getting dressed then drive over to Misty’s house.
I was relieved to see her Chevy Nova parked in the driveway.

Maybe she’d gotten sick and was in bed. Those things happen you know? Maybe I should go buy flowers I thought to myself before ringing the doorbell.

I stood there waiting and heard nothing. Her mom’s car wasn’t there, I knew she was probably working Saturdays are usually busy in the real estate world. As people like her mom are showing houses off hoping to make a sell. And she usually does, after work she usually hits the local club scene which for her is usually The Fuzzy Duck lounge where she just sits at the bar and sulks away at her miserable love life and usually gets picked up by some looser that gives her one of those two minute specials when it comes to sex.

In my view Misty’s mom deserves better than that. She should at least try over at The Hopping Frog once in a while, they usually cater to a younger crowd.

After giving up figuring no one was home, suddenly Crystal drives up in her little Toyota.

She had a Pizza box and a two liter Coca Cola.

I knew instantly that this was unusual Crystal doesn’t eat pizza and drink sodas. She eats salads and drinks water.
As I write this after being married into this family I’ve learned that when Crystal is nervous she eats junk food, and that day she was very nervous.

“ Where is Misty? “
I asked her calmly trying not to act anxious or anything.

“ She’s out with Shirley. “
Was all she said but I could tell by her nervous demeanor she knew more but wasn’t telling.
I know I’m not close to my sister. When it comes to Trish I wish she didn’t exist she’s just around to annoy me. But Crystal and Misty are twins and from what I’ve heard twins are some what in tune with one another.
And it was obvious that Crystal knew that something was wrong.

“ Do you mind sticking around a while?…To keep me company?…I can’t eat all this pizza by myself? “

“ Sure “
I said watching as she took a plate from the cabinet and put two pieces of pizza on it.
She then poured me a glass of Coke.

I found this invitation surprisingly amusing cause me and Crystal have absolutely nothing in common. But her hope was that Shirley and Misty would show up sooner or later.

I sat down in her mom’s recliner that faced the Tv. With her pizza and Coke she sits in the chair next to the Tv. It was one of them old TVs that sat in the floor like a pice of furniture. She turns on the Tv. I was somewhat surprised that it was on the slave channel.

My mom would beat my ass if she ever caught me watching the slave channel.
The bigger surprise though was that Crystal didn’t change the channel.
One of them old Roman era slave movies was on, where all the women were all naked in chains, collars and busting boulders with sledgehammers to build the pyramids or whatever. While the men all stood around cracking whips and yelling at them.

It was obvious that women knew there place in this movie.
But at the moment my attention was more on Crystal and how she was dressed, as she sat her plate and glass down.

She eased out of a short sleeved blouse that covered a white tank top.
I quickly she was bra less.

Crystal bra less???…WTF???

Crystal is not the type of girl that goes bra less especially in public.
A snug fitting pair of yoga pants that leaves almost nothing to the imagination as far as her sexy lower half of her body goes.
But what also unusual was that she was wearing high heels.
Which she quickly kicked out of after flopping down into her chair.

I couldn’t help but stare at her bare feet and muscular calves the yoga pants were tight and short, showing her legs.
She then leans over getting something from her purse, which appears to be a bottle of pills. What kind I’m not sure of but I liked looking down her shirt as she retrieved them.
She took several of them and chased them down with her Coke.

We ate in silence watching the movie. Of course I got another boner and even thought about putting my pizza and drink down and pulling my dick out in front of Crystal.
I wonder what she would have done?
Probably kick my ass lol.
Of course I chickened out on doing that.

After finishing two pieces of pizza Crystal gets up and gets us two more.

“ Wow! “
I thought to myself she was really hungry?
I finished mine and on the coffee table was a pack of her mom’s cigarettes. I reach over take one out and light it.

Crystal looks at me.

“ I need one of those to. “

“ What??? “
I said to myself in shock watching her take one of the cigarettes and light it up.

She coughed a few times after the first few draws but sat in her chair nervously smoking away.

“ Don’t tell anyone I’m smoking!…Or eating pizza!”

She said to me firmly.
After her cigarette she gets up.

“ I’ll be back in a bit. “

I was sort hoping that maybe she was horny from watching the movie and needed to masturbate.
I would have liked to listen through her closed bedroom door for her moans and the buzz from a vibrator but no instead she rushed to the bathroom where I soon heard her gagging from putting her fingers down her throat. She then vomits into the toilet repeatedly.

Out of curiosity I look into Crystals purse for the pills she took, which was laxatives.

“ Shit the extent Crystal will go to to stay at 110 pounds? “
I thought to myself thinking back to one of them after school specials where this clique of girls bragged about eating whatever they wanted usually having hidden candy which they would gorge themselves full then scarf and barf. And never gain a pound. At the end of the show one would die from anoxia or whatever whenever you
Starve yourself to death and try to fool
People that your eating by just pushing your food around on your plate.
Yeah apparently for some that’s an issue. Unfortunately not for me or Misty we like to eat.

Crystal comes back from the bathroom then collects our dishes and puts them into the dishwasher. She returned to her chair with just a bottle of water which she sips on.

As we continue watching Tv I could just feel that something was wrong, just by watching Crystal as any loud car comes around the block she raced to the door to open and look out. She’d then sort of mope back to her chair and look depressed.

“ Is there smelling wrong? “
I’d ask her over and over. She looked as if she wanted to tell me but just wouldn’t.

About 11:30 she looks at me and says.

“ Mom’s gonna be home soon, you need to go! “

Do I politely get up to leave, concerned for Misty of course.
Crystal though probably doesn’t want mom finding her bra less and barefoot in my company she might think we’d been fucking around or something.

But most likely she’s gonna have to level with mom by telling her what’s really going on and I probably don’t need to see that.
So I left with no argument.

I was though impressed with Crystals intuition though in less than two miles away I passed mom on her way home.

The thought then crossed my mind at what mom would have done if she’d caught us fucking?
She knew me and Misty were doing it all the time but Crystal though was a totally different situation.

Shirley’s drive home.

If Crystal was nervous about Misty’s well being it was nothing compared to the way Shirley felt, as she’d occasionally glance over to the passenger seat to see the box that contained Misty’s purse and what was left of her clothes. Seeing the slutty pair of high heels with her nude nylons tucked into them almost made her loose it all knowing that she was the one that had to tell Crystal and mom what had happened to Misty.

The ripped pair of designer jeans that lay next to her heels was like a slow moving train wreck of a movie playing in Shirley’s head.
She remembered everything about those jeans as the sharp scissors sliced through them exposing Misty’s porcine flesh to everyone. Then seeing her led away in nothing but bailing twine was like icing on the cake.

Just wait until mom finds that out. Slaves deserve at least the comfort of a collar and a secure leash.
Instead of the rough course mess of bailing twine around the neck.
Even someone being hanged from the gallows gets better than that.

Shirley exits the freeway onto the 78 then goes under the old train bridges to an intersection. Old run down truck stop on her left, had a couple of old shot out looking whores strutting around like they ready to fuck for some crack money.

To her right she sees a sign directing her towards the farmers market. She follows the signs it was just a few blocks into the part of town that was just a fucking slum.
She drives into the place that seemed to be an industrial area judging by the warehouses and trucks backed up to them.
She gulped wondering if the warehouses were packed with processed slaves ready to be shipped out.

The semi truck that passes her makes an eerie sound as its rear wheels rides up onto the curb and bounces off.

“ Careful!…That could be precious cargo! “
Shirley says to herself as the tractor trailer shifts through the gears driving towards the freeway.

She sees lots of parking areas with sheds of produce just like you would expect. And a sign that just said slaves with an arrow pointing.
She followed the signs and sees the backside of some high bleachers.

She parks to get out and investigate. Along the way was a pile of burning clothes that had been doused with diesel fuel.

Today’s climate change crowd would have a cow over this one.

She could hear the auctioneer running his mouth ninety to nothing at an audience that was mostly men as you would expect.

She was appalled at the girl that stood on the auction block at the time. Her hair still all spiked up stuck in place with hair spray, and still in her ear rings and makeup, which looked like pure shit after being put through this in 87 degree heat and 50% humidity.
In the distance you could hear a rumble of thunder.

“ Oh my! Those are the same girls from the mall?”
Shirley thought relived that she wasn’t one of them. They were all on a stage together and each one stepped up onto the block to find out what her body was worth in dollars.

“ Where are the standards? “
She wondered.
There stripped in the parking lot and put on the block. No shower? No delousing No physical?
Some of the sluts on the stage wasn’t even shaved or trimmed.
That could almost make a man throw up in his mouth, seeing that pretty pussy covered by that nasty unruly bush. What the hell are women thinking letting themselves go like that?

Sold as is as the auctioneer would say as if pussy was just like auctioning off a car.

“ Just take it all off Honey and you could join them. “
Some old geezer said to her.
Shirley sees him drooling over her dressed body. And no way willingly was she gonna strip down in that parking lot. She quickly turned towards her car and walks away.

If she stuck around a while she’d get to see Misty being trucked in on the back of that old truck. But no way did she feel comfortable hanging around.

There was some women around though some barefoot wearing Daisy Dukes no bras with a big dip of snuff crammed into her lower lip. One in particular looked to be about 400 pounds. Yeah she’s probably safe from the auction block.

Shirley got back onto the 78 going west bound straight towards the sunset mixed with clouds and lightning.
In the pouring down rain and through all them red lights of them bull shit little towns. In the dark you could easily see all the neon signs that advertised slaves at the numerous brothels, beer joints and one top less bar called The Booby Trap.
Yeah real classy place there. They say they got a one legged dancer with no teeth at that one.

Finally the 4 lane shrinks down to two. And just like any rainy night all you know is there a big chrome bumper from a Peter Built right on your ass. If it’s not a coal truck it’s probably a slave truck going to Memphis to hit I-40.
Her Camero is pretty fast but she’s nervous as hell on these roads that she don’t know in the dark.

At Guin she takes a left onto the 278 instead of the 78, hoping to avoid some of the trucks.
In the darkness she slows and wonders what she’s gonna tell Crystal and her mom. She sighs and wipes a tear from her cheek.

15 or so more miles she slows into the last little bull shit town before crossing the state line. She decided to get gas.

She pulls into a gas station walks in gets herself a Pepsi and what’s left of a $20.00 bill she gets in gas.

But as she’s pumping the gas this local cop spots her. He remembers the BOLO that was put out hours ago for a sexy blonde from Mississippi. It was also put out that she had the brand and was graded Choice. For women things like that are always put in there description.

Shirley eased out onto the highway the local cop falls in right behind. Noticing her Mississippi license plate he hits the blue lights, and she stomps the accelerator and the chase was on. It was only a few miles and she’d hit the state line. But unfortunately that didn’t stop him nor did it stop the CB radio, which Shirley had one for herself, hearing that he was in hot pursuit of a blonde girl driving a early 70’s Camero heading west bound on 278 towards Amory.

“ Shit!…Shit!!!…Shit!!! “
She said shifting through the 4 speed pushing 100 MPH and he’s still on her ass, as he again calls for backup from Mississippi state troopers.

She reached down under the dash for a valve that kicks on the nitrous and the car sped away almost as if she was in hyper speed in a Star Wars movie.
She blows past the post office and church at Green Wood Springs then cuts off the head lights after toppling the next hill.
Going just on instinct she throws the car into left hand skid onto Mississippi highway 8 going west.

She cuts off the nitrous and slows enough to see the blue lights pass by still on 278.

She smiles and pats her car on the dash.

“ Good girl. “
She said to it as if she was thanking it for getting her away safely.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she drove on through the woods and countryside. She wasn’t to concerned with state police being that there either done gone to bed or hanging out on the freeways which there wasn’t any in the direction she was going.

About 10 miles later she’s crossing the river at Aberdeen beneath the bridge you could see the neon lights of the slave market below. It’s lit up like a casino and is a packed house on a Saturday night.

Like Natchez the Aberdeen slave market goes way back, back to the time when up and down the rivers was the only real way of getting around.

It’s rumored that when conditions are right you can smell the pussy from the bridge above as you pass over it.
Up ahead the road was blocked, police was directing traffic into the old part of downtown Aberdeen.

“ Must be a wreck or something. “
Shirley says to herself driving into the little town passing gas station, shops and stores that was all ready closed for the evening.
And in the street right in front of the police station was a deputy that looked almost like Barney from Mayberry as he looked at every car coming in to town waving them all by until he’s looking straight into the windshield of Shirley’s car.

And unfortunately she’s not waved through like the rest. He points at a parking place right in front of the police station.

She pulls into the parking place and parks watching as the cars behind her all pass on through town.
The deputy reached for his radio.

“ Okay boys we got her, unblock the road and come on back to base. “

Hearing that Shirley knew she was in trouble.
She waits nervously as he comes to her open window, within seconds three police cars swoop in one blocking her in at the rear and two on both sides of her.
She knew there was no where to go except where ever they wanted her to. There was 4 of them all together ordering her to get out of the car nice and slowly.

She submits in the usual position arms up fingers locked together behind her head. Legs spread wide.

“ What’s up Sexy? “
The deputy says addressing her, without asking for license, Registration, insurance or the dreaded SIN card.

“ So care to tell us why they want you back in Alabama? “

Shirley shakes her head definitely. As she’s quickly patted down. Her skimpy top is lifted as the officer shows off her tits to a group of teenage boys just hanging out.
They all whistle at her.
One of them unzips and pulls out his cock.

“ I want to fuck you! “
He yells as he shows off his cock.

Her nipples grew hard as beads of sweat breaks out across her forehead.
She feels a hand groping her crotch and another feeling up the back of her hosed leg.
She looks down at her shoes feeling her feet start to sweat wondering how much longer it will be before her clothes are in a box and her bare feet are on the auction block.

They don’t even bother handcuffing her. One officer opens the front door of the station and all four big burly deputies fall in line right behind the pint sized sexy blonde.

And straight into the back room she’s led.

Just being followed into the room by a group of men who were all drooling over her she pretty much knew what was gonna be expected of her. After all she’d been put through this many times before.
But what’s good about being a branded woman is that this is the perfect time to show a brand off.

Shirley smiles to herself as she raised her tee shirt with confidence takes it off and lays it onto the table.

She looks down at her breasts seeing her erect nipples poking straight out.

She looks up seeing all eyes on her.

Her feelings were a mixed bag of vulnerability mixed with erotic excitement.
Like maybe a girl that feels that strips on stage for a living.

So getting naked was not usually an issue for Shirley.
The men watched her intensely as she bent her right leg straight back and just with her finger and thumb she pulls her shoe by the heel off and hands it over for inspection. The left one immediately followed. She turned so everyone could see her tight little heart shaped ass as she slowly unfastened and lowered her jeans.

She easily hears all the men whispering and pointing at her brand as it comes into there view. After all the thong she wore did nothing to conceal it.
With her jeans off she was allowed to fold them and place them onto the table. She sat in a chair just long enough to peel off her tanned colored nylon socks which she tucked into her shoes, just as she’d do if she was at the doctors office.

Last thing she stood and bent at the waist and slipped her thong down.
Standing back up she twirls it around on her finger until one of the men snatched it away from her.

And no she won’t be getting that back, it’s gonna be hanging from some red necks rear view mirror.

Once naked she repeatedly squats and coughs while spreading the cheeks of her ass, facing away from them.
While facing she spreads the lips of her cunt wide so all the pink can show. She looks down at herself then up at her audience to get the looks on there faces filed into her brain.

Once standing again the deputy in charge pulls her lower lip down and jots down her numbers onto his note pad. Running her numbers through the system obviously wasn’t a high priority, since all he did was lay the pad down.
The room was then filled with the sounds of jingling belt buckles. First gun belts then regular belts followed by snaps and zippers.

A minute or so later she was surrounded by a group of naked men for the second time in the same day.

Chuckles of laughter broke out as a tube of lube was passed around. Just as Shirley was forced down to straddle one well endowed man while another shoved his up her ass.

While in that position she was faced by two men with average cocks wanting her to suck them both at one time.

“ Don’t y’all think it’s a little gay if your cocks touch together? “

Yeah she went there. And that question was answered by them cramming there dicks into her mouth.

It was obvious that they didn’t care.

For over the next hour she sucked and fucked and used as if she wasn’t nothing more than a cum dump.

The last man standing handed her a roll of paper towels.

“ Now get dressed and get the fuck out! “

Unlike the men at the mall hours before these bastards didn’t even offer her a shower.

Dressed and back into her car she felt disgusting running her fingers through her blonde hair which had globs of sticky drying cum still in it.

She couldn’t take that, so she stopped at a nearby gas station went into the restroom and washed her hair in the nasty sink with Go Jo hand cleaner.
It didn’t have that feminine feel to it but it was better than nothing. She thought as she ran her brush through it.

She bought a large cup of coffee along with some breath mints and a pack of smokes.
The Iranian looking guy gave her a disgusting look as he scanned her items, took her money and gave her change back.

He immediately lit about four sticks of incense as soon as she turned her back to him.

“ American women are such whores! “
He said with that thick heavy accent.

She turned towards him.

“ If you only knew what we’d do to you where I’m from! “

Hearing that made her cringe.

She quickly made it to her car which she cranked up and sped away.

Sipping her coffee and taking a draw from her cigarette she could see daylight appearing behind her as she drove along.

A different kind of fear came over her. She knew she had to face Misty’s mom and that wasn’t gonna be easy.
It was so far away but quickly getting closer as she passes through Granada and turns onto the ramp heading north on I-55.

It wasn’t gonna be long now she sighs as the car hums along seeing the mileage on the signs towards Memphis getting closer and closer.

Just south of South Haven she exits the freeway and through the county side she’s soon in there neighborhood.

Then pulls into the driveway and parks.

Crystal and her mom rush out onto the front porch. Crystal in just yoga pants and a tee shirt. Mom in just one of her faded flannel night shirts no bra the shirt wore so thin you could almost see through it. She stood there looking quite rough. Generally I’ll talk about how beautiful this woman is but under these circumstances she’s not exactly up to par, as she stands there barefoot with her arms folded watching Shirley approach carrying the box Misty’s purse with high heels and the rest of what was left of what she was wearing in it.

Shirley looks up at mom, tears flowing down her cheeks. Her lips quivering with nervousness as she tries to speak.

But the reality of seeing the box of clothes says it all.
Mom looses it and with cat like agility she leaps from the top step of the porch.

“ Mom!…No!!!! “
Crystal screams seeing Shirley tackled to the ground and punches start flying.

Mom’s beating the shit out of Shirley.

“ Dumb ass!..This is why we don’t go to Alabama!!! “
Mom yells at her.

“ Mom no! Get off of her! “
Crystal begs trying to pull mom off of her.

“ Help…Help! “
Crystal screams down towards the street, seeing Sabrina and her mom Sheila out on a morning walk.
The two run to Crystals aid.

At this point mom’s hands are around Shirley’s neck as she strangles her. Her head is bouncing up and down against the concrete driveway as if it was a basketball.

The three of them pry mom’s grip from her neck.

“ Shit! I can’t believe how strong she is? “
Sheila says as they pull mom off of Shirley.
Her adrenaline was going at 100 MPH.

Shirley gets to her feet coughing and struggling to get air.

“ Hurry up and go!…We can’t hold her off for ever…I’ll call you later! “
Crystal yells out as they drag mom into the house.

“ What in the world is going on? “
Sabrina asks.

“ Apparently Misty’s gotten herself enslaved over in Alabama. “
Crystal explained.

“ Oh no. “

Mom’s drug to her bedroom.

Sabrina and Sheila were shocked to see that there weee restraints attached to the corner posts of moms bed.

“ No…No!…Take my gown off me first! “
Mom said knowing she was fixing to be restrained.

“ Deb?…You want to be naked? “
Sheila asked in a shocked voice of concern.
As she pulls the gown off. Moms then spread eagle and restrained.
From her nightstand Crystal picks up a rubber ball and crammed it into her mom’s mouth almost as if she’s done this before.

She then turns on the window unit then the ceiling fan turned off the lights and closes the bedroom door.

“ She’ll be okay when she cools off! “
Crystal says with a sigh.

Sabrina and Sheila were baffled at Crystals mom needing to be naked and restrained. But in reality it was her way of being with her enslaved daughter. Though they were at least 6 hours apart mom somehow feels a connection to her by doing this.

With mom securely restrained in her dark bedroom. Sheila and Sabrina excused themselves to continue on with their leisurely walk.

“ Wow! I guess you just know how your neighbors are until something like this happens. “

“ I know I just can’t believe Mrs. Jones has that kind of kink going on? I never imagined someone would have restraints attached to the bed they sleep in every night?…Think I should question Crystal more about this? “

“ Probably not that sort of thing could be embarrassing you know? “

“ Yeah you’re probably right. “

Crystals phone call to Shirley.

“ Hey you okay? “

“ No I’m not okay! Your mom beat me up!
Both my eyes are black and I think I might have a broke nose, and my heads hurting something awful….She was trying to strangle me! “

“ I’m sorry she didn’t mean it. She just flew off the handle you know? “

“ That was more than just flying off the handle she could have killed me if y’all didn’t get her off me! I guess that’s where Misty gets her temper from? “

“ No Misty gets that from Daddy. I’m just as surprised as you are about mom doing that, she’s usually to scared to attack someone like that. “

“ She sure wasn’t scared where is she at now? “

“ We stripped and tied her down to the bed. “

“ Are you serious??? “

“ Yeah that’s what she wanted. “

“ She wanted that?…Is that something y’all do periodically? “

“ Sometimes it’s a slave kink you know? “

“ No Crystal a slave thing is practicing your slave yoga in front of the mirror in the privacy of your own room. “

“ OMG! You do that to? “

“ Every day. A girl needs to be prepared you know?…Not knowing your block moves can get you a whipped ass on the auction block. That could be embarrassing. “

“ I know that’s right. Do you need me to take you to the ER or urgent care center? “

“ No I’ll probably be all right. Ain’t got no insurance for them places. “

“ I thought you had Medicaid? “

“ Yeah I did but my slave grade was so high that they kicked me off of it…That’s the governments way of presuming you on to the auction block. That way the master that buys you has to pay for your insurance. “

“ Oh wow! That really sucks! “

“ I’m surprised you ain’t got kicked off yours being Prime Plus and all? “

“ No mom pays for mine and Misty’s through her work.
I don’t mean to change the subject but I need to know about Misty? Where is she at? And am I gonna be able to rescue her? “

“ Oh Crystal that place is awful! She’s being taken to the farmers market in Birmingham. “

“ The farmers market deals in slaves? “

“ Like yeah…Farms and slaves sort of go together you know? “

“ Yeah I see your point. So what happened? “

“ We were just hanging out at the mall, and they swooped in and rounded up all the girls except us and took them away. “

“ Then why are you here? And Misty’s over there? “

“ The mall cops rescued us and took us to there office. “

“ And? “

“ He checked and ran my numbers. And seen that I was free. Misty gave him her fake ID and they busted her. “

“ I knew it! Been telling her for months to get graded so that shit don’t happen!…So you think I could buy her from the auction? “

“ I don’t know this Justin guy that’s over security put a reserve on her…He wants to own her bad. “

“ How much was the reserve? “

“ It was a case of beer. “

“ A case of beer? Are you serious? “

“ Yeah it’s Alabama you know? They do things different over there. “

“ You want to ride with me back over there? “

“ No I’m not going back over there! I’ve done been gang banged twice, I need at least a couple of days to recover. “

Crystal rolls her eyes, cause for years her and Misty have busted her several times about lies she’s told about who’s she’s had sex with. She likes to make people thinks she’s liked by all the elite types who actually don’t want nothing to do with her, because there getting a better piece of ass from someone else, who’s usually a lot hotter.
So in other words she makes up a lot of unrealistic bull shit that no one believes. And she’ll use the line quite often.

“ I swear I ain’t lying! “

And y’all know people that say that are usually lying?

“ So where is this place at? “

“ It’s not far off the 78, turn at the light before you go under the bridges…I’m sure there are signs. That’s how I found it. “

“ What if I wasn’t gonna take the 78? “

“ Then what way would you go? “

“ I’d drive to Nashville and drive down I-65. “

“ You need to go the most direct way. Cause that Justin guy really wants her, he’s gonna take his wife over to look her over. And you know how women are?…When we want something we get it…And I’d suggest not going through Aberdeen either. “

“ Why? “

“ And what happened there? “

“ That’s the second place I got gang banged. “

Crystal again rolls her eyes not believing that one either.

“ I better get going. “

“ Okay but call me back when you get back. “

“ Sure “

Crystal hangs up the phone, processing everything from the conversation.

She checks on mom but mom wasn’t ready to be freed yet.

Crystal holds the red rubber ball in her hand as she converses with mom.

“ Can you please plug my butt? And stick my vibrator up my cunt? “

Crystal immediately crams the ball back into mom’s mouth.
That question didn’t even deserve an answer as far as Crystal is concerned.

She proceeded to take moms cash from her billfold along which was right at $4,000.00 Then she took her platinum Visa card. Hoping mom had paid the bill on it.

She collected her own purse, tennis shoes. A change of clothes along with Misty some clothes in case this turns into an overnight adventure.

She decided to drive Misty’s Nova just in case they had to make a fast getaway.

On the way out she stopped off at Sabrina’s house.

“ I’m going to go look for Misty. Shirley says she’s at the farmers market in Birmingham so I’ll be gone a while. “

“ How is your mom? “

“ She’s still tied up. “

She hands Sabrina $50.00

“ Check on her every two hours. Let her up so she can go to the bathroom. If she still wants to play slave there is a bag of cat food in the pantry and bottles of water in the fridge.
Let her eat then tie her back up and turn the slave channel on the Tv. “

“ Cat food? “

“ Yeah slaves don’t eat people food and that’s the closest thing we got to kibble right now. “

“ Okay. “

“ The door is unlocked and I really appreciate you helping me out with mom like this. “

“ Just hurry back your mom playing slave is just weird. “

“ I know “ Crystal said as she drives away on her way for another exciting adventure.

Back to Misty

After her cold shower by means of a garden hose, or hose pipe as most southerners may call it. And a layer of pussy tightening cream applied to her thoroughly used cunt. She had a bowl of kibble, which she just nibbled at a few pieces.

“ This tastes like dog food? “

Was the quote she said to her handler at the time.

He of course laughed her down and said.

“ Why do you know what dog food tastes like? “

Besides that she had just a bottle of water, which wasn’t even a new bottle of water, it was obviously refilled from the same hose pipe she’d had her shower with.

At this point there was nothing left to do but bed down in her kennel.
She watched the activities going on around her.

“ Where is the professionalism? “
She wondered. Every once in a while she’d see a uniformed person but not very many.

The ones in charge of her wellbeing were just leisurely sitting around a small grill, grilling steaks of course.

“ They eat steak?…And feed me dog food? “

That was pretty rough on Misty smelling them steaks cooking, her stomach growls constantly but not enough to persuade her to take another bite of kibble.

“ I was a big girl like you when I came here. “

The slave in the cage next to Misty said.
She looked to be about 110 LBS.

“ I won’t eat the kibble either, after a few days they’ll see you getting weak, so they’ll offer you cock instead of Kibble. “

“ So you like sucking cock? “

“ Not at first but considering that it’s basically all that’s keeping me alive, how about you?…You like sucking cock? “

“ I do it because I know it’s expected of a woman to do it. “

“ Who told you that? “

“ Nobody I just figured that out on my own, cause every time my mom brought a guy home, that was what she did after getting naked of course. Then she’d get on her knees and suck his cock. “

“ She did those things in front of you? “

“ She didn’t know I was watching I was supposed to be in my room asleep. “

“ I never saw or heard my parents do it. I was taught those things are supposed to be kept behind closed doors. “

“ For my mom it always started at the front door, through the living room into the kitchen. I’ve seen her getting fucked on the counter top and even the kitchen table. “

“ And you would eat breakfast at that table? “

“ That’s disgusting! “

“ I assumed she’d clean it before we ate breakfast. “

“ But did you watch her clean it before breakfast?”

Misty thought about that for a moment.

“ Come to think about it I don’t remember. “

“ Than she probably didn’t. “

“ It probably don’t hurt anything. I mean I know this girl that’s a manager at Pizza Hut, and she always selects the guys that stay to close with her. And they fuck her on the dough table. “

“ Oh that’s sick!…I’ll never eat at another Pizza Hut if I ever get out of here! “

“ So how long have you been here? “

“ I’ve lost track of that. It’s probably been months.”

“ So you ain’t been up for auction yet? “

“ No my potential master has a $50.00 reserve on me. If there is a reserve than your not put on the block. How much was your reserve? “

“ A case of beer. “

“ Don’t count on him coming around….By the way my name is Angie. In my former life I was in college and was protesting against slavery…Which is probably why I’m here. “

Misty just nods in agreement with that statement.

Angie eventually drifts off to sleep. Misty just looks around at her surroundings. Noticing that not only is her handlers are as full as ticks from all them steaks of course. But there almost all passing out drunk.

Obviously being a handler at the farmers market is a pretty laid back type of job if all you do is cage the slave then start drinking beer.

“ Oh if I could just get out of this cage? “

She says looking around at all the things she could grind that cheap bailing twine against to break it.

She gets excited to see some blonde bimbo passed out.

“ I’ll bet them shorts she’s wearing would fit me. “

So right there just 10ft away she’s got a clothing source. The only thing keeping her there was not even a lock, but a Philips head screwdriver pointed downward through where the lock was supposed to be.

“ Oh it’s bad if I can’t get out of this. “

The gaps in Misty’s kennel was big enough that she could stick her tongue through it. With her tongue she’d push upward on the screwdriver, but just didn’t have enough space or force to push it out.

“ This is pathetic! “

She says to herself after an excruciating hour of trying to get that screwdriver out with her tongue.

The kennel wasn’t really that sturdy either. It was more like something cheap you’d connect together to keep a toddler or small animal contained.

She ponders just using her body weight to roll the kennel over so the screwdriver would fall out.
And she could free herself.
But decides against it fearing that it might make to much noise.
And they’d catch her whip her ass and put her in a more secure cage.

She looks over at Angie who was in the same type of kennel and twine keeping her restrained.

Misty shakes her head in disbelief.

“ She’s college educated and after months she’s not figured a way out of this yet. “

Misty sighs and eventually drifts off to sleep.

Crystal to the rescue.

The V-8 of the Chevy Nova runs smoothly as Crystal decides to take the newer freeway route to Birmingham or at least to the state line anyway.
Crystal smiles as she takes in the progress, seeing all the heavy equipment and trucks still working as the four lane still merges in to two lanes in places.

Despite Mississippis bad reputation for being one of the poorest states and ranking dead last in almost everything imaginable.
Crystal is still very proud and optimistically excited for its future.

“ It’s all those yankee bastards from DC. That oppress and hold us back! “

That’s a quote from a young Crystal on the debate club in high school. Giving a fiery passionate speech from a young conservative view point.

And that’s just a starting point. As her moms press secretary during her stints as a state senator Crystal could run her mouth 90 minutes straight about how good and important it is to keep the institution of modern slavery going at least well into the next 100 years or so.

It’s so good and refreshing to see young people taking up the challenge to promote something that’s historically negative to so many.

“ They just don’t get it. “
Crystal might say with a sad sigh. When she’s been confronted by such ignorant people that are anti slavery.

“ They just don’t understand the good things there missing out on. “

That of course is coming from the one that repeatedly chickens out on taking the plunge off into the inevitable world of slavery.

Many times she’ll be called out as a hypocrite. Or an elite. By her political opponents. Being that she promotes something she’s never experienced.

But unlike the rich yankee bastards in DC. That go in politics making a medial salary and come out billionaires after 20 years.
Crystals done well working her ass off in the private sector starting at the local movie rental store in the 80’s then as broke musician working only for tips at bars and funerals. But of course her real success came by working and learning the real estate business alongside her mom.
And that’s what she’s enjoyed the most over her life.

The freeway is detoured again as she’s side tracked through Tupelo. Then it was on towards the state line.
She passes by the iconic sign.

Welcome to Alabama the Beautiful.

Seeing that created lots of constructive mumbling, growling and cussing.

“ They enslaved my sister!…What’s so beautiful about that??? “

Though Misty and Crystal don’t see eye to eye on anything. But they still love one another and it infuriates Crystal that Misty’s been enslaved, despite it’s probably her own damn fault. After all she’s been told her whole life to stay out of Alabama.

The signs of progress comes to a screeching halt. By means of a road closed sign and the four lanes shrink quickly down to two as it exits off onto the old two lane roads.

She slows the speed down seeing the state troopers got a bunch of college girls pulled over. Looking like there going over them pretty good. With one of them got her shorts down around her ankles as the trooper is got his fingers shoved deeply up her cunt.

Alabama obviously doesn’t discriminate when it comes to this. Despite who you think you are. If your female you can count on eventually one way or another getting fondled or felt up. So just grin and bear it, and don’t cause a fuss if you don’t want it to escalate into something you’ll most likely regret.

She soon comes to the intersection from the opposite direction where Shirley turned earlier electing to stay on the old two lane roads heading home.
She sits at the relight processing the road signs.

“ 78,278,43,71 WTF??? “

Though Crystals a redhead she’s having a blonde moment. She rolls down the window and yells out to a man.

“ Excuse me sir. Which way is it to Birmingham? “

He just pointed upwards towards the numbered signs where a sign said Birmingham was mounted beneath them, and had an arrow pointing left.

Crystal gives him a dumbfounded look wondering why he’s pointing instead of not telling her.

“ Go that way. “
He said pointing towards her left.

As she drives away the man looks to notice her Mississippi license plate.

“ She probably can’t read? “
He shook his head feeling sorry for her.

About an hour later the road turned to four lanes. She sees a sign Birmingham 40 miles. And a slow 40 miles it was.
She decided to stop off to top off the tank deciding it’s better to do it now instead of when she’ll need to make a fast get away with Misty.

As she pulls up to the pump she spots 2 naked slave girls running from behind the store, across the four lanes of traffic and off into an overgrown ravine of kudzu.

Moments later as she’s pumping gas 6 men come running from the same direction see Crystal and stop.

“ Hey Miss?…Did you see two slaves run this way? “

“ No sir I haven’t seen anybody. “

The men stand there looking around and cussing a lot that they somehow let two slaves get away.

Crystal goes into the store to pay for her gas. The old lady behind the counter gave her a cold look.

“ I seen what you did out there!…I can tell you ain’t from here…So here’s a little advice. Don’t do that again! “

Crystal felt a chill come over her, especially when as she drove away she sees the men walk into the store. She was paranoid for the next 40 miles expecting to see blue lights appearing in her rear view mirror.

What the lady said really bothered her. But not enough to turn back and point the men into the right direction. I mean it’s not like she purposely pointed them in the wrong direction, she just said she hadn’t seen them. Which in her mind was telling a lesser degree of a lie than doing the other.
Crystal justifies things like that at times.

Slaves?

Strays?

Crazy naked rednecked white girls?

The deeper into Alabama she drove the more slaves she noticed.
But there seemed to be something not quite right about the slaves she was noticing. She spotted 2 slaves hitchhiking.
Though she’d like to stop and give them a ride just to pick there brains a little to find out what it’s like being an Alabama slave.

But no way did she want to get into trouble for aiding and abetting any runaway slaves.

On down the road she spots more slaves but what grabbed her attention about them was there was no work being done. They just seemed to be out and about on leisurely walks like groups of girls do, laughing, smiling and having a good time.

Another thing that grabbed her attention was that there was no collars.

How can you have properly disciplined slaves with no collars?

“ That explains the two running loose a while ago. “
Crystal says to herself.

The same thing that came to Misty’s mind earlier about her handlers not having professionalism or discipline was the same conclusion Crystal was coming to about the slaves she was noticing.

She was shocked to see next to her at a red light sitting was a sexy top less blonde. Driving a flat bed Ford.

Crystal cringed when she turned her way and smiled. As if she was flattered that Crystal was checking her out.


“ It’s a girl my Lord in a flat bed Ford slowing down to take a look at me. “

Was a quote from an Eagles song playing on the radio a short distance away when the girl again appeared beside Crystal, looking down into her car.

“ I’d love to get them yoga pants off of you! “
She yells down through the open passenger side window.

“ I bet she would! She’d probably knock me in the head and steel my clothes? “
Was the second thought that came to Crystals mind.

The first one was.

“ What is a slave doing driving a truck?…Slaves don’t drive! “

But then again she didn’t have a collar but appeared to be naked from the waist up. So you really don’t know.
Crystal though slowed down and followed her. The truck had big sacks of feed or fertilizer something of that nature on the back of it. The truck slows and pulls off at a gas station.
Crystal passes and pulls over a short distance away to see that the top less blonde was slave naked she happily bounced out of that truck and strutted on inside the store.

Crystal found herself getting a little moist wondering what the slave girl would have liked to do to her. After her yoga pants came off of course.

“ She did have a hot look about her. Wonder if it would be okay?…I mean I wonder if anyone might find out back home if I??? “

Yeah Crystal was having this conversation with herself. Secretly she’s sort of fantasized about what it would be like going down on another woman. Or have a woman go down on her.

Cody her boyfriend goes down on her quite often but the stubble of his beard scraping against her inner thighs is sort of a turn off. The softness of a woman’s cheeks would feel so much better.
She thinks to herself.

The blonde comes out of the store seeing her in the distance she waved towards her as if she was inviting her towards her.

“ Shit! I don’t know? “
Crystal argues with herself feeling butterflies filling her stomach.

She speeds away before the blonde catches up to her, knowing that she needs to stay focused on the reason she’s there.

Then another alarming thing she saw was gathered outside the front of a HO JO motel was a bunch of striking slave girls protesting.

“ Slaves on strike???…WTF?…Unionized slaves??? “

Crystal found this very disturbing.

“ There naked!…Where the Hell are they gonna tote a damn union card??? “


Some of them had signs that said

“ Like animals Slaves are your friends too! “

“ What are they trying to say? “
Crystal wonders.
Are animals treated more fairly than slaves? From Crystals view it looked as if the slaves she’d seen so far had it pretty good.
What do they want? There own Civil rights or something? Next thing you know they’ll be wanting to eat in the restaurants with free people and demand their own restrooms and water fountains. They’ll have to be two of everything one thing for slaves and another for the free.
And of course the politicians will say just tax the rich and they’ll pay for it. Or print and spend and let the next generation pay for it.

Damn all that sure sounds familiar.

Crystal spots another slave girl, this one driving a concrete mixing truck. On the door said.

Slave naked construction.

Though technically she wasn’t slave naked, being that she had on her hard hat, yellow safety vest. And her steel toed work boots.

She followed it and pulled over to watch the crew of slave girls pour and level out the concrete.

“ Wow!…They really do work the slaves here? “
If Crystal didn’t see this happening she’d write a letter to the Governors office suggesting that they read the Masters Guide to Dare to discipline. It was a good book with lots of tips on how to get the most out of your slave. And discipline was the number one thing that had to be instilled. And up to this point Crystal hadn’t seen no discipline in any of the slaves she’d noticed.

It was good to see the slaves working. For women in lots of cases means being a slave means you might get the opportunity to learn a valuable trade. In this case the union contract says they get a break every two hours. That means they got time for a drink, snack, hose each other off and slather a thick layer of sunscreen on.

Sunscreen is very important for slave girls.
Right now I’m going every six months to the dermatologist.
And every time I’m there. I hear older women say.

“ I was a slave 40 years ago. “
They’ll say to the nurse, doctor or NP. Explaining why there covered up with Melanomas and all them other skin cancers.
Apparently it was cool back then to get that sexy looking sun tan, and burning your ass off in the hot sun is what gets it.

Yeah I’m learning that bad lesson myself lol.

Crystal proceeds on into Birmingham.

“ Just like Memphis! This place is a dump! “
Yeah that’s Crystal being honest about it.
Seeing the look of Urban Blight. Run down decrepit looking stores, trashy streets and graffiti.

“ Really? Here? “
She says seeing the farmers market sign.
She turned left drove a few blocks and made another left. And at the stop sign it was right in front of her.
Big parking lots with sheds for produce, lots of industrial looking warehouses around.
And a big sign that says Slaves with an arrow pointing towards the back.

Crystal sighs.

“ Guess I’m here? “
She said idling through the gate, passing a fat security guard that was just sitting on his ass, looking like he could fall over dead at any moment.

She found a place to park then put on her ankle length athletic socks and her Nike cross trainers. And got out to explore the place and hopefully find Misty.

Great chapter

By this time of day, Crystal was getting hungry she spots a food truck.
She was somewhat surprised that slaves were working it.
She scans over the menu.

Hamburger

Cheeseburger

Hot dog

Corn dog

BBQ

Funnel cake

None of this stuff appeals to her.

“ This is the farmers market? And I can’t even get a salad? “

That’s how she is. She’s obsessed about her weight. Or not wanting to gain any unless it’s of course lean muscle.

She does spot another food truck that offers smoothies.
Anxiously she raced to it.

And it caters more to liking with vegetable and fruit based choices.

She’s taken back by one option though.

The slaves sperm smoothie.

“ WTF??? That’s disgusting!!! “

Yeah Crystals not like normal sluts that goes down on a guy and sucks him dry. Misty tells her it’s like learning how to drink beer. It tastes like shit but if you want to be in the cool crowd you’ll drink it until you like it.
In other words it’s an acquired taste.

Now she’s experimenting on her boyfriend Cody luckily he’s patient with her.

Not really though cause he’s so in demand by many of the other girls, and they’ll gladly satisfy him.

I know one very well that Ive overheard bragging about it on the phone.
I’ve learned that he’s as hung and thick as an 8OZ Red Bull can.

Misty’s view

“ Cody gives me that awesome stretched feeling that fills up my cunt. . And he comes like a fucking fountain. And gets me off every time. “

Of course she lies to my face when she tells me that I get her off.

“ Fucking Bitch! I was wondering how she’d gotten so fucking loose? Hope that Virgin brand Cunt tightening cream really works cause I’m gonna tear that pussy up when she gets back home! “

Phone conversation a month later.

Misty

“ I’m two weeks late! Think I’m pregnant? “

“ Think I should tell Mikey that it’s his? “

“ Or should I just go to the clinic again? “

Crystal on the other hand is much more cautious. She might lick his cock a little but taking him balls deep down her throat is out of the question.
And she doesn’t fuck like a whore either she makes love and prefers to be pampered with long massage sessions.

Crystal might have the looks of a prime plus beauty but there’s a lot to be desired otherwise. Maybe a 6 week slave training camp might help
her overcome some of her limitations.

But back to the smoothie she ordered up
a large peach smoothie sweetened with Splenda of course. But it’s also spiked with a solid ounce of horny juice.

It tastes good she offers to tip the slave girl that mixed it for her.
The slave girl smiles and points to a sign.

Don’t tip the slaves they are here to serve you.

She makes her way into one of the produce sheds.

From above horny juice vapor is blown downward by many fans.

“ Shit!…Why don’t I ever get horny like this at home? “

She ponders buying herself a cucumber just to fuck her self with.

She soon makes her way into a restroom that was crowded. The sound of many vibrators fills the air.
Crystals nipples had grown hard feeling uncomfortable beneath her clothes. She quickly stripped off her top and bra. Stuffed the bra into her purse and stood top less at the mirror and next to an older woman who also was top less. She was probably in her mid sixties. Her body looked good for her age. She looked like a gym rat who probably does lots of cardio and light weights.

“ I’m gonna do it! “

“ Do what? “
Crystal asks curiously.

“ Be a slave! I’ve been talking myself out of it for my entire life. And now I’m gonna do something for myself instead of everyone else. “

And with that said the older woman started taking off her remaining clothes.

“ Please don’t!…Think about your family! “
Crystal begs her.

“ I had my faith divorce a month ago. My kids all live out of state and I have no one else. “

Once out of her socks and panties she opened her purse took out a small personal trimmer and shaved away a graying bush that grew around her cunt.

She then quickly folded her clothes leaving them in a neat pile on the counter. She reached into her purse for her billfold and dug out an SIN card from 1962.

“ I was Choice minus then. “
She said with a proud smile before walking out, leaving what was left of her free life in a pile on the restroom counter.

She walked up to some teenage punk standing behind a counter and made a copy of her SIN card and gave her one paper to sign. Then he directed her to a line mostly of teenage and twenty something’s that were all headed to the auction block. And as simple as that a senior citizen who should be enjoying her golden years is now a slave.

“ I can’t believe I’m doing this here? “
Crystal says catching herself both hands rubbing her breasts looking at herself in the mirror. She blushed glancing around at all the other women doing similar things to themselves.

All were under the influence of the horny juice vapors that just seemed to fill the air wherever they went.

She sniffs then sighs.

“ Pussy??? “

Her right hand dropped from her breast and slipped under the elastic of her yoga pants and bikini panties.

“ I can’t believe I’m so wet? “

With a huff she yanked her hand from out of her pants and quickly washed it and splashed her face with some cold water.

“ I need to get out of here. “

She said picking back up her top and putting it on. The soft material of the shirt with both her erect nipples poking through it just ached with arousal.

Going top less did cross her mind for a second or two, but what would that look like? As far as raising suspicion?
Back at home being a slave meant that she was naked and collard but here in Alabama Crystal hadn’t seen a collard slave yet? But she did see naked women she’d assumed was slaves? So just going top less? Is it okay? Sort of like some of them European countries do where women go around half dressed and go without bras? Maybe the US is just too uptight about things like that.

With her top back on Crystal goes back outside for some hopefully fresher air. Breathing in the stink of 15 or so women’s aroused pussies is almost too much to bear in that confined place. It ranked almost as high as the stink from a boys junior high school locker room, which is almost nauseating.

She stops and notices the women’s clothes smoldering in the parking lot. That earlier was a raging bond fire.

“ That’s a waste…Somebody could have used those?…Or if it’s just a temporary enslavement? Why don’t they just put them in storage? “

That might be Crystals question. But surprisingly there in Alabama there state is actually ahead of there time for a change.

The future laws that’s being discussed in those smoky back room meetings in DC, say that clothing confiscation from women in particular at theme of enslavement, will be destroyed. Because we’re only a decade or two away from women just being naked anyway. That’s the goal anyway, from the powers that be.

It’s sort of like it was here in the real world when Obama the great was in power. With that cash for clunkers gimmick.

The truth about that is these bastards all want us walking. It don’t have shit to do with the environment. It’s there way of controlling us. They see what how the people of Cuba can keep a 57 Chevy going for 60 plus years and they ain’t gonna have that going on in the US. So everything that makes sense and works for the common people has to be destroyed.

So for a woman wearing clothes, that represents power and no way that can be allowed to be.
Of course these things will disappear slowly. That’s how communist countries seize freedom they do it in little bites instead of big gulps. Cause the little people are to stupid to see what’s happening to them and they’ll go along with it.

Like today we have Wall-Mart and Target. They have everything. Tomorrow we will all stand in line for hours for a single role of toilet paper.

Think about the woman that scrapes up the only money she’s got left to buy the last pants suit ever made for a woman.

“ This is it?…I better take care of them! “

She decides to wear it home only to get knocked in the head in the parking lot and have them stolen right off her body.

Skills like sewing which used to be taught in home economics in high schools. All that sort of stuff is getting outlawed. Women in the future caught making or designing clothes will get a guaranteed enslavement.

Sewing is a skill right up there with cooking. Women today can’t do that shit right either cause somebody invented the microwave oven 40 or so years ago and spoiled them.

“ I ain’t cooking tonight Honey just heat you up a Tv dinner. “

And then when you go to bed and wake up with a boner, and decide to massage your significant other in all the right places to get her in the mood.

She pushes away your advances and says.

“ Not tonight Honey I got a headache. “

Here’s two examples why slavery must continue.

Crystal moves on towards one of those warehouse structures which turns out to be an adult themed XXX store. With shelves and shelves of movies.
Some of the ones staring in them she easily recognizes.
One that stuck out was.

Trailer park Tammi goes to jail.
The box showed Tammi who was this slut that rented one of Crystals moms trailers.
The picture on the box showed her in handcuffs dressed like one of them girls from Hee Haw. Skimpy top bare feet and Daisy Dukes. Complete with a round snuff can bulging from her hip pocket. Cigarette dangling from her lip as she’s led from her kitchen which is basically trashed.

Trash can over flowing with empty Sudifed boxes. Bottles of poison and acid on the counter tops and some rocked up Crystal meth still cooking in the frying pan.

Then there was one called Michele the Moon shiner. She to was handcuffed and barefoot being led away from her still wearing only bib overalls with no shirt on so her big bulging tits could be seen from the side.

Another showed her friend Sabrina running from a Hooters restaurant.

“ I just got fired and they want there uniform back!”

Was the quote from the cartoon picture of her.

Then there was the shoplifting series of movies. One of which stared Misty. She was wearing her favorite crisp red hoodie with matching pumps and designer jeans.
She was being showed towards a back room by two spike haired leather clad dykes with tall boots and carrying crops.
Beneath the picture the quote said.

“ There are serious consequences for shoplifting at Target. “

Another movie was called undressed for court.
The picture showed Crystals Aunt Cheryl looking sexy as always wearing one of her belted dresses and high heeled mulls as a bailiff with his strong hand pulling at the dress showing the audience one of Cheryl’s big tits.

Then was a movie called the Tycoon which had her mother pictured as some high end realtor that used sex to sell to the rich.

She recognized other friends that were doing them casting couch videos. Her friend Tanya was in one of them back rooms of a pawn shop getting herself fucked.

Seeing all these movies with her friends and family in them surprised her. But the one that disturbs her the most was in the BOGO bin. It had a picture of her boyfriend on the front of it.

“ Oh my God!…Thats Cody???…It can’t be! “

Yeah but unfortunately it was. There was no mistaking that head of fluffy blonde hair that’s never to long or to short and is always styled to perfection. A handsome jawline led to his squared off chin.
He looked so perfect that you’d think he belongs on the set of 90210.

The title of the movie was.

The Back door Boy.

If you want to see a handsome all around jock fall from grace and get owned this is for you.

Shrink wrapped to it was another movie titled.

The Glory Hole Junkie volume 25.

It showed a naked picture of Cody one hand around his cock, the other around the cock that stuck through the hole in the wall. Guiding it straight towards his lips.

A sudden chill comes over Crystal. She drops the movies back into the bin.

“ That’s got to be faked!…Cody’s not gay! “
She says to herself over and over as she rushed out the door, pretending to not see what she knows that she just saw.

She shakes off the cringy feelings she just had and tried again to focus on why she was there.

“ I’ve got to find Misty? “
She reminds herself just as the intercom announced that they’ll be an Anytime auction in 10 minutes.

She sees the bleachers that look down onto the stage and auction block, and decides to go check it out.

She makes her way over towards the bleachers and got in line among mostly men just like you would expect.

“ $10.00 Please. “
Some young teenage looking guy said to her.

“ $10.00 For what? “

“ It’s a cover charge. “
Crystal looks all around in disgust that they are charging a cover to watch an outdoor slave auction. She noticed several people just standing around the outskirts of the bleachers, she pointed out to the young punk.

“ Do they pay a cover also? “

“ No but they don’t get the perks that you’re gonna get. “

Crystal processed that pretty fast thinking he’d probably give her a card with all the stats of the slaves that were up for auction. Things like that are pretty helpful for one that’s a serious slave buyer.

So she hands him a ten dollar bill. And he hands her back a small plastic bag like you’d get from a conveyance store.

“ Cool there giving me some swag? “
She figured a tee shirt or maybe a baseball cap. But no it was an empty bag.

“ Excuse me Sir! “
She yelled out chasing him down.

He stopped to turn and face her.

“ There must be some mistake my bag is empty?”

“ No mam it supposed to be empty, that’s your barf bag. “
He quickly pointed out.

“ Barf bag?…Are they serious? “

Crystal didn’t know what to think about it, so she climbed the bleachers and sat somewhat in the middle of a bunch of obnoxious white men. All laughing and carrying on like a bunch of damn immature teenagers. Which some were but the majority was older. Lots of cussing, beer drinking and some old fart down below her fired up a big cigar, which always blew right up into her face.

Then the sun was beaming down at 97 degrees and 60% humidity. Then some guy lets a but ripping fart.

A minute later Crystal was gagging and feeling dizzy.

“ I think that guy shit his pants? “
She said to herself cause the stink didn’t fade away very fast.

About that time the auctioneer comes out, looking to be no more than 18 years old.
He stood at the podium and said his name was Jared.

The first slave was pushed out onto the stage.
Jared said she graded Prime and started rambling off the numbers. Which was kind of slow. It was obvious that it was his first week on the job cause he wasn’t worth a shit at auction erring.

But the more appealing thing was was the condition of the slave.

“ They call that Prime??? “
Crystal yells at the man sitting next to her.

“ I worked my ass off to grade Prime! “


The slave had no charisma with the crowd or even a routine.

“ She should at least know a few block moves? “

She just sort of just aimlessly wondered the block. Crystal grabbed the binoculars from the guy next to her.

“ She’s still in her earrings and makeup?…That bush between her legs is absolutely hideous! “

Of course Crystal had never been a slave but she knew this was a total shit show.

She watched for the next slave to appear. And watched her just then peel off her socks and panties.

The first slave barely went for $300.00.

The next slave was Choice minus.

“ Choice minus my ass! Nobody has even looked at her hairy cunt? And what about her tits???….Shes almost flat chested? “

Crystal got pissed off. And the more slaves she watched the madder she got. She didn’t know who to feel worse for the slaves or the buyers?

She didn’t have to barf in the bag but she didn’t stay for the entire auction either.
She made her way down the bleachers and on inside the corral where the slaves were waiting.

“ I want to know who the fuck is in charge of this circus? “

“ That would be me Miss. “
A young guy steps forward.

“ And who are you? “

“ I’m Clyde I’m the grader. “

Crystals eyes gets big and wide.

“ How old are you? “

“ I’m almost 21. “

“ I knew it!…Fucking college boy! “

“ I’m saving up for the remedial classes, so I can repeat my sophomore year. “

“ A dumb ass college boy at that ! “

“ Where are your credentials??? “

He just shrugs his shoulders.

“ Your score card????….Your handbook???? “

“ Handbook??? You got to be kidding me??? “

“ You don’t have a clue what you’re doing? “

The young punk starts to laugh.

Crystal slaps the shit out of him.

“ God damnit! Do you not understand the importance of a slave grade is to a woman? “

He gives her a dumbfounded look.

“ The slave grade is the most important grade that will follow and determine the course of her entire life! It’s got to be done right! “

Crystal looses all control stomping and cussing more than she ever had.

All of this just wasn’t incompetence it was a total travesty.
Alabama was making a total mockery out of the institution of slavery and somebody had to step up and do something about it.

“ This place needs to be shut down!…Someone needs to call somebody but who? “

Crystal ponders calling the governor’s office, then maybe the agriculture office or possibly just the health department. But decided against it after all it’s really not her place.
She looks over at the pitiful looking slaves all looking back at her.

She then looks over at Clyde again.

“ Where are there mats? “

“ We don’t have any. “

“ You call this a slave center? “

“ No this is the farmers market. “

Crystal shakes her head in disbelief.

“ Your demand that these girls strip slave naked, which most of them ain’t! And you don’t even provide them a mat to kneel on? “

“ What do you mean she’s not slave naked? “

Crystal yanks one girl out of line that still had her top, bra, panties, socks, jewelry and makeup.

“ All this has to go! What about delousing? Do you even know what that is? “

“ Does it matter? “

“ It’s gonna matter to you if you fuck one with crotch critters!…And Hell yes it matters! You’ll spread lice all throughout all your slaves! “

Crystal then grabbed the girls panties and snatched them down, exposing another one with a full out of control bush.

“ Now that’s just nasty!…Did your momma not teach you how to keep yourself up? “
Crystal yells at her.

The potential slave girl busts out crying hysterically.

“ Seriously? That’s all it took to make you cry? “

“ Being kind of critical? Ain’t you? “

“ The cleaner the slave is, the more she’ll bring at auction. I haven’t seen a slave here go for over three hundred bucks? “

“ Usually five or six hundred is the limit. “

“ It’s no wonder your state is broke. I’ve witnessed auctions that don’t even start bellow ten thousand. “

“ Where at? “

“ Just over in Mississippi. “

“ Wow! I thought y’all were at the bottom of everything? “

“ Not when it comes to the slave industry we’re not! “

“ Why don’t you show us then? “
One of the slaves yells out at Crystal.

“ Let’s see your body then! “
Yells out another one.

“ Yeah!…Strip!…Strip!…Strip! “
The girls all started to chant.

Crystal knew then she’d just put herself in a bad situation. And this Alabama bunch wanted to know if this Mississippi queen was all talk or not.

Crystal gonna half to put up or shut up, preferable Strip some prime plus pussy is.
and shut these Bama slaves up.

Crystal burns Birmingham down.

The sun starts to set to the west as night time quickly approaches. The crowd grows bigger. Not so much of shoppers for produce, but primarily for the Saturday night slave sale.

“ This is got to be where red necks come from? “

Crystal says stalling her own strip show, to build more suspense of course as she spots and watched another Cadillac driving welfare queen pull into a nearby parking space.
This busty bleach blonde with bare feet was 8 months pregnant wearing only a maternity top and Daisy dukes. She drug around a baby in her right arm while holding an open bottle of beer and a Marlboro red in her left hand. She had her lower lip packed with snuff and often spit between her rotten teeth. Her old man pulled behind him a rusty old Radio Flyer wagon with two toddlers and a cooler of beer.

Ain’t nothing like wholesome family entertainment than a Saturday night slave show. I suppose it’s better than watching another rerun of Hee Haw?

And judging by the looks of these slaves if this couple plays there cards right or has the right amount of food stamps that might be able to take one home.

The crowd of slave girls gathered around Crystal gravitating towards her, as if she was somebody important like a leader or something.

Not sure about all that but she does have a certain cariama about her that attracts people. Crystal looks into the eyes of these girls seeing nothing but fear within them.
Most of them hadn’t even given a boy a hand job much less a blow job. And the ones that have been fucked probably just laid there with there legs spread putting nothing into it.

The Farmers markets always fighting off people bringing slaves back demanding a refund.

But just like a car there sold As is. With no warranty.

“ I got this! “
Crystal says to herself knowing she’s the hottest girl around these parts anyway.

She does though have an arrogant side to her and this time she lets it show as she strips down with confidence.
Despite the whistling and crude comments yelled from the men. Crystal stood there barefoot and top less displaying her amazing rack.

All the girls looked down at their own tits comparing themselves to Crystals.

“ Now I want all you bunch of red necked white trashed hicks to shut the fuck up!…And give me the respect I deserve while I take off my pants! “

Crystal yells out to the crowd, and surprisingly they did.

That line even surprised me. All the times we’d watched wrestling and Crystal pretending to ignore it, this proves she’d been secretly liking the persona of Rick Rood when he’d disrespect the fans while taking off his robe.

With all eyes on her, she takes a deep breath turns her back to the crowd, bends at the waist hooks her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her yoga pants and slowly peels them down along with her bikini panties.

When her branded ass is revealed to everyone a loud gasp of pure shock is heard across the crowd.

Now Crystals never been a slave but the act she’s putting on convinces her audience that she’s been one.

With pants and panties off, she stands there authenticity slave naked before them.

She pointed to her branded ass.

“ I’m not just Prime!…I’m Prime Plus! “

The degree of arrogance reeking from her was almost nauseating to the men of course.

“ That Biotch sure is getting uppity! “
One old geezer looking on says to his buddies.

Crystal of course knew she was hot. Not just hot from those sticky pages from that Hustler magazine or even that Pent House pet centerfold you kept under your mattress while living with your parents.

She’s so hot that all she has to do is put on a thong with heels, bunny ears and a tail and she can strut right into the playboy mansion like she owns it and sit on daddy Hefners lap and name her fucking price.

“ Don’t you want to step on the block?…And see what that body is really worth? “
One guy yells out.

Crystal points toward all the men sitting on the bleachers.

“ The losers in this crowd can’t afford my cunt! I don’t step on nobody’s block for a bid starting at no less than five hundred k! “

All the men get pissed.

“ Ain’t no cunt worth five hundred k! “

“ She’s lying! Ain’t no auctions like that! “

Crystal speaks again.

“ An educated slave knows exactly how much her bodies worth!…Before she steps onto the block. “

She had the slave girls all hanging on every word she said.

“ Ain’t no way! “
Another disgruntled man yells out

“ It’s called an appraisal dumb ass! “
She shouts back at him.

“ The appraisal process comes after the grading.”

“ I grade slaves every day and I ain’t never heard of that shit! “
Clyde yells out.

“ That’s cause you’re not qualified to be grading slaves! “

All the slave girls look towards Clyde with daggers in their eyes.

“ That’s right girls you all have been scammed.
You’d get a better grading from that creepy old man that works behind the counter at that sleazy XXX store downtown. Or maybe the DJ at Sammy’s Go Go maybe better qualified.
Clyde here ain’t no slave grader! His father in law got him the job after the shot gun wedding, cause he knocked up his 15 year old daughter. “

“ That’s bull shit y’all!…She’s lying my wife was 17 when that happened!…We had to go to Mississippi to get married cause Alabama said we were to young! “

Crystal was surprised that Alabama had age restrictions on marriage.

Despite the heated argument between Crystal and Clyde the slaves all looked hard at Crystals hairless cunt. She stops for a moment to show it off to the girls.

Mom started in on both Crystal and Misty at the innocent age of 13 on the importance of keeping a clean shaved cunt.

A young woman never knows when she’s gonna be expected to get naked and she needs to be prepared for when those things happen.

It’s just proper parenting for a mom to train her girls to keep themselves up that way.

It’s like when your mom or grandma all ways told you to wear clean underwear in case you ever got into an accident or something.
Sayings like that don’t make much sense.

Hears an example.

Remember back at Christmas of 1981 or 82? When you got that Mongoose BMX bike for Christmas. And you and your buddies got that quarter pipe built against a pine tree in your back yard.
You’re bad to the bone and you want to get rad with big air. So you come up with this plan to come off the hill, run the stop sign down the driveway into the back yard hit the ramp launching yourself into the treetops before doing that 180 and gracefully coming back down the ramp.

Then reality set in when you hit the fender of a station wagon coming through that intersection. Your jaws are wired shut, your skull is cracked, arms broke, collar bone is broke and ripped through your skin.
But the most embarrassing thing about is not that you’re gonna be naked in the ER cause they are busy cutting your cloths off. The embarrassing thing is is that you shit your pants. And everyone knows you shit your pants, and there ain’t nothing you can do about it, including wiping your ass cause now the arm is broke that leads to the hand that you wipe your ass with.

So what’s the point in obsessing about wearing clean underwear?

Crystal let’s lots of them feel the smoothness of her crotch, and even allowed some to finger her just so they’ll know what Prime Plus pussy feels like.
She then bent over again, spreading the cheeks of her ass wide.

The girls all gasped with surprise seeing that the crack of Crystals ass was clean from all hair.

Crystal then wowed the crowd with a few of her block moves.
With the agility of a gymnast she launched herself into a handstand holding herself vertically before spreading her legs wide, and held the pose for several seconds before gracefully landing back onto her feet, then kneeling with head bowed for a round of applause.

“ The point is girls is that there is a lot to being a slave. And it’s obvious that your state is not doing its part in preparing you all for the collar. And you all deserve much better than this. “

Just saying they were getting a little uppity was an understatement. These slave girls were pissed the fuck off and were fast getting into riot mode.

Crystal scoops up her clothes and finds a secluded place to dress herself.

“ I got to find Misty! “
She says running about to look for her.

Finally she runs up seeing some kennels. She sees one kennel in particular being rocked about by the slave inside it. It finally turned over. The slave kicks at the mesh metal cage with the soles of her feet.
The cage just falls apart around her, and Misty gets to her feet.

“ Yay!..I’m free! “

Crystal runs over and hugs her.

“ Quick untie me! “
Misty says holding her wrists for Crystal to see.

She quickly gets the cheap twine off her wrists and from around her neck.

“ We got to get out of here! “

“ Wait just a second! “
Misty said running around freeing the rest of the slaves that were caged around her.

“ Run away!…Run away! “
She tells them before her and Crystal run to the car.

“ Get dressed!…Clothes are in the back seat! “

Misty grabbed up the shorts and tee shirt anxiously she puts them on and looks at Crystal thinking that that was probably the first and only time someone said to her to get dressed.

She didn’t have enough fingers or toes to count the times she’d been told to undress, so it was a refreshing change to hear someone say to get dressed.

Crystal speeds but not to much trying to stay within the limits along the 78 highway. They encountered lots of police traffic going the opposite way. Along with fire trucks, paramedics, riot police, swat teams. ABI, ATF, FBI, Of course there was slave enforcement. Then comes the national guard. Complete with armored cars, tanks helicopters and rigs of all sizes.

Beyond all that was a long cavalcade of hooded masked men in robes.

“ Is that the klan? “
Misty said looking at Crystal.

“ WTF? All did you do back there? “

“ Must be something else going on. What I did wasn’t this big of a deal. “
Crystal said downplaying anything that she did.

Almost 5 hours later they arrived home.

Mom of course finally finished playing slave for the neighbors. And she eagerly hugged her girls and cried thankful that they returned safe.

“ Y’all look to see what’s been on Tv. This is been going on for hours in Birmingham. “

It showed lots of places on fire.

“ What’s going on? “
Misty asks.

“ Apparently it’s a slave uprising! It’s been going on for hours. “

Misty looks at Crystal who looked on as she chewed on her fingernails.

“ That ain’t all look at that guy in the purple Satan robe with the bull horn….He’s the Grand Cyclops of the klan. They say they are there to fight for the humane treatment for all slaves. “

“ Wow! I sure didn’t know that that was on there agenda’s? “
Crystal said.

In the weeks and months that followed there were lots of arrests made at the city, county and state levels for the mistreatment of slaves.

“ It’s about damn time!…Alabama has had this coming to them for a long time. “
Mom said watching the evening news play out.

So in this case the slaves finally gets a win, as reforms, regulations are put into place. Alabamas Department of agriculture is taken over by the Feds so they can be trained and monitored for an undisclosed amount of time.

And just as expected the federal money has to pour in do that new regional slave markets are built giving the young slaves a better place to be processed and auctioned off.

Mandatory slave yoga and skills classes are taught at the high school and college levels. While a six week training is put into place before a slave is to be auctioned off.

All of things as you would expect greatly improved the quality and integrity of the slaves.

And we all have Misty and Crystal to thank for it.