StripSearch

“ My desire to be slave naked in a free woman’s world. Was almost to much to bare. “

A quote from Deb my Mother in law. Taken from one of her many diaries that we’d found after her death. The diaries is all we had to go on to try to piece together her transitional years from slave to a woman who presents herself as a free woman. But really isn’t.

The story is told at her points of view.

Like I said before when I ran I had no plan. I knew nobody and nothing in general when navigating the world as a free woman.
The brand burned into my ass represents ownership. Somebody owns me and at least in my mind I’ll never be truly free. So I’ll die a fugitive slave.

Do I regret running away?

Yes and no.

No because I’ve lived an incredible life full of adventures going from a slave from the Delta of Mississippi to a housewife of a military man. To a mom of twin girls, then a grieving widow. Then back to the Hell hole that I ran from to become a realtor then an entrepreneur then a politician and millionaire.
Who could regret that life???

But yes I do regret it in a way because I didn’t stay in it to explore the dark side.
I knew the hard laboring work of a cotton farm. But I didn’t know the next step. What’s it like to be trained along side a bunch of slave girls to become a slave whore? What’s it like to learn and master a block routine? What’s it like to really be graded? And fall short of what you’d like to be?
Then work your ass off at whatever to move up at the next opportunity to grade?

But then what if your Prime? But want Prime Plus? Only to get knocked back down to Choice minus?

Now ain’t that like getting the rug yanked out from under you?

What’s it like being on that block in front of hundreds or thousands of people cheering you on? As you cum and piss on the block at the same time? Just as the whip cracks your fucking ass, the gavel fall and the auctioneer yells Sold!

I’ll never know how that feels! Knowing that monetary value of my ass. I’ll never know that.
Then being sold, traded around the world working brothels suck bars and strip joints? Or being pimped out at the truck stop of some sleazy motel? Or being some state run experiment? To create more or better quality slaves?

Wait a minute. I’ve already done that one. Lol.

If I’d just taken a different path, or stayed the course I was being prepped for, my whole life may have been different. So yes I have regrets.

Other reasons I ran.

One of the main reasons was I or we considering my slave sisters primarily the 5 oldest ones, since we were the ones old enough to be sold were basically being starved to death.

The elders that came around to visit always told Boss not to let the slaves get fat, apparently fat slaves ain’t profitable. So Boss went to rationing the feed. Keep in mind feeds purchased on credit. So it’s paid for when the slaves are sold. Which erodes away the farmers profits.
I don’t suggest getting into the slave breeding farm business cause it’s a loosing business model. You’re using your money to raise the slave to the legal age to sell, which is questionable.
The broker is gonna analyze the slave and point out every flaw. Which will lowering his price.

This is like what they do at car dealers. When you basically end up giving them your car and of course buying there’s and most likely going in to debt several years.

The broker will dominate the entire transaction. Excuse the phrase, they will
Jew down the price, keeping it as low as possible.
Farmer gets told whatever is the top price next time it will be lower.

So anyway us slaves were kept between 90 and 100 pounds anymore than that we were considered fat.

I can’t never recall seeing a fat slave. I remember pregnant slaves from neighboring farms. Keep in mind it’s called a breeding farm for a reason.

The only ones I remember breeding was momma and Boss.
Other farms may use other bulls. Usually they are young fit well endowed Bucks.

But Boss was always to arrogant to tolerate a practice like that. He had that mentality that he was Gods gift to women and they didn’t need no better than he was.

I never heard it said but I believe momma was a slave to. In my mind there was just to much age difference between Boss and momma. He either bought her or somebody traded her to him or it was some sort of arranged marriage.
Because there was never no natural love between them that I ever seen.

But back to starving to death. Boss would do stuff like this.

He and brother Jeb would go out during hunting season and bring back a big Buck deer.
Me and my other slave sisters would. Tie it up by its back feet, hoist it up into a tree. High enough that we could cut its head off so it can bleed out. Then we’d butcher it all up. Take the meat into momma who will cook it up in the wood stove.

Then us slaves get told to come in and kneel around the table so that we can watch Boss Jeb and momma eat like kings.

Of course there is to much meat for just the 3 of them. And being that we to poor to afford electricity, refrigerator or ice box. Like all them rich people can. Momma will be told to go share the food with the neighbors, so the meat don’t go to waste.

Boss and Jeb are full as ticks and go take a nap while us slaves clean up the kitchen.

Boss did this with the cows, hogs and chickens also.

This infuriated me, but it also wasn’t the only reason I left.
Probably the main reason was that I was going through a strange time. I mean I was so fucking horny all the time. Me my sisters Arline, Darlene, Rhonda and Rachel all were going through it.
We of course were the oldest the other 5 were to young to experience that.

I don’t remember the practice of horny juice being used in that era. But that don’t mean that there wasn’t something in the feed or that maybe the well was spiked with something.

Then there is momma she was knocked up bare foot pregnant all the God damn time! My entire existence that I remember she was pregnant. You would think a woman’s insides would eventually give out.

But as horny as I was and being the oldest for some reason Boss was kind enough to let me live out in the loft of the barn. That way I had privacy to enjoy playing with myself.

Besides that the house stunk like a third world whore house. With 10 naked slave girls plus momma, boss and Jeb. None of us took a bath more than once a week unless of course the slave brokers were coming to inspect us. Those of course were Bosses rules. For some reason he was afraid the well was gonna go dry.

I always called bull shit on that one. I mean the Mississippi River is right over yonder! It ain’t going dry no time soon.

I discovered you can learn a lot by living in the loft of the barn. You know as a slave nobody explains anything to you, cause you’re dumb uneducated, ignorant, retarded or just plain stupid. But basically you got slave brain. Being brought up on one of these damn farms your sort of born with it.

In today’s times you go to the slave office sign your life away at usually your own choice. Strip off your clothes and let them ship you off to brainwash you of everything you’ve ever learned. Plus you got to learn to live naked.

I’m a lot of steps ahead of them idiots being born into bondage. But you figure things out on your own, dealing with these fucking animals and pregnant momma.

But living in the loft of the barn I learned that brother Jeb was going through many of the same things we were.

I’d be real quiet when he’d come in. He had this hiding place in the wall where he had this collection of books.
Later after I’d learn to read I figured out these books were called Play Boys. And he’d open this thing up and unfold this small poster of a half naked woman.
I say half naked cause she ain’t slave naked. She’d usually be wearing lingerie and always high heels. Most of them at least at the time had hairy cunts. I couldn’t understand that. As much emphasis goes into keeping a slaves cunt shaved clean.

He’d then pull his dick out and start jerking away at it. He’d really shoot it off to.

The barn is also where Boss and Jeb had private conversations such as.

“ Boy!…I understand you been getting friendly with the slaves over at the Tyler farm? “

“ Yes sir daddy. I like them slaves! “

“ Knock it off! And leave them slaves alone! “

“ But daddy! “

“ No butts boy! Old man Tyler sells a tight slave! And if a slave ain’t tight that means she’s spoiled! And if she’s spoiled they don’t get top dollar for her! And all them slaves are gonna be pointing there fingers at you! And you gonna be in trouble! Now if you need a whore I’ll drive you into town and get you a whore! Do you understand what I’m telling you son? “

“ Yes sir daddy. “

Notice how Jeb’s allowed to call Boss daddy? He’s also allowed to wear clothes, go to school and do most things that teenage boys do. Including accumulating fuck books and jerking off.

At the time I’d heard that conversation between Boss and Jeb. I got kind of scared that Boss expected me to be tight like the slaves were at the Tyler farm.
Unfortunately I’ve done knocked him out of that potential profit bonus cause I wasn’t tight no more. I mean I just couldn’t help myself and found the biggest cucumber that I could fit into me, and I ended up busting my own seal.
It scared the Hell out of me cause I bled so much but damnit it felt so good.

So I cleaned myself up, and put the cucumber back in the kitchen and laid back down onto my hay bale and finally drifted off to sleep.
Woke up later surprised that I hadn’t bled to death after examining myself I figured out I was still okay. And a day or to later I found another cucumber and fucked my self with it again.

I loved the feeling of my cunt walls being stretched and my pussy felt so full. I hadn’t even been officially fucked yet and I was already turning into a size queen.

I also took a closer look at Jeb’s fuck books. Not all of them were Play Boys. And though I couldn’t read I was damn sure liking the pics that showed men with big cocks.
So there I was with my cucumber going at it while drooling over the damn book.

I don’t know where he was getting them books. I doubt seriously he was buying them at his age at the time. Possibly Boss was getting them for him. Nothing would surprise me that was going on in that nature of things.

What’s worse is when your fixing to get off is that’s when a bunch of babies start crying.
You know I touched on it earlier that momma stayed knocked up all the time.
Guess who had to take care of them damn babies?

I’ll tell y’all right it damn sure wasn’t Boss!

Let me preach on that shit for a minute!
Men ain’t worth a shit when it comes to babies! Momma slaves doubled up in pain by herself! And Boss and a bunch of damn men are all outside drinking beer, smocking cigarettes carrying on a bunch of bull shit waiting for the baby to be born.

Honestly I should have seen that shit coming! I mean I was just barely big enough to be any help at all when Boss called me and Jeb to the barn.
Momma cow was in a bind and he’d called the vet to help her out.

Boss said to the vet.

“ Show them what you’re doing. “

Now most vets are gonna push back on that kind of shit, mainly cause they don’t want no kids taking there job. Which is the point Boss is so damn tight he don’t want to pay the vet.
And he’s got an intimidating demeanor about him that he can kind of bully men around that’s smaller than him of course.

So the vet cowers to him and sort of explained how to tie momma cow down then lube her up and get them chains around the calves legs hook it all up to that jack of a thing and get to work helping momma cow out.

Next time momma cow is in a bind it’s me and Jeb pulling the calf by ourselves. Boss don’t do shit but watch.

This was a stepping stone. Cause a year or two later Boss drove me to one of the other farms. I knew when we got there what was going on just seeing them obnoxious men standing around and hearing momma slave crying out in agony.

Boss takes me inside momma slave had her legs all spread out she’s pushing and crying and pouring sweat. Teenage stave was assisting her as a midwife.

“ Show Deb here what you’re doing. She needs to know this. “

Momma slave was in a bad way and teenage slave knew it, cause that baby was to big of not angled right to come out and this situation was getting worse by the second.

“ It don’t want to come out!….Go to the stove and bring me that knife!…I got to cut her! “
Teenage slave said looking at me.

I ran up to the stove and picked up a big knife like I’d learn to skin a deer with later on. She’d had that knife boiled in a pot on the top of the stove.

When I got back teenage slave put a bite stick into momma slaves mouth. I then watched in horror as teenage slave surgically sliced momma open above her cunt. Blood goes everywhere teenage slave works fast reaching into the bloody mess of slave mommas womb.
Moments later the baby’s pulled out.

My heart just sank cause it didn’t look alive.

Teenage slave through it over her shoulder slapping its back it coughs, spits, vomits and then starts crying.

She then handed me a clean towel.

“ Take the baby! I got to sew momma up! “

I was scared to death holding that baby, not knowing what to do. So I guess just out of pure instinct I wrapped the baby in the towel and wiped its nose, mouth then the rest of its face while teenage slave sews momma up with something she called cat gut.

Once finished she took the baby from me and washed him off. And inspected his belly button where she’d had cut and tied off his imbecile cord. Once satisfied with everything she swaddled him into a clean towel and handed him to momma slave. Who lowered him to her breast and he got to sucking away.

I watched teenage slave walk outside and walk around aimlessly before collapsing next to a tree leaning against it she bows her head and starts crying from the anguishing experience.

On the ride home Boss looks at me.

“ You learn anything back there? “

That question told me exactly what lie in my near future.

Of course I got to sit in and assist a few more times before taking on these tasks by myself but one thing I did learn was, that if it was meant to go wrong!…It always goes wrong for slaves. Child birth especially in this environment.

So between farm work, cooking and cleaning. Pulling calves and babies along with being horny all the time desperately needing a real cock that’s attached to a real man that will love and take care of me.

Hell yes I’m ready to run away!

You may have heard the phrase before how clothes makes the woman?

I was quickly understanding how true that is, the night I made my final run and covered my slave naked body in another woman’s dress. And sort of strolled into town. Desperately trying to hide my nervousness fearing that the word might get out that there was a slave on the loose.

But as I walked I noticed how much different people in general treat a dressed woman. Mainly the warm smiles and kind words they use as free people interact with one another.

A naked slave doesn’t get that. Though as a slave I didn’t get taken to town much unless it was for some laborious task at the feed and seed or the hardware store.
While there I’d usually be collard, sometimes shackled or cuffed.
Men would stare at me with pure lust.

Sometimes I’d smile afterwards when hearing his wife slap the shit out of him.

Women seemed to shun me, giving me looks of disgust. I’d hear phrases and words as I’d pass.

“ How dare they bring that skank into town! “

“ Slut! “

“ Whore! “

“ Bitch!

“ Cunt! “

Yeah you hear it all. Then you see a woman with children and the mother will quickly spin them around hiding their eyes.
Or she’ll quickly turn and walk away almost dragging them along.

But there are exceptions to this.

Slave nights at the fair.

Now don’t think for a second this is where us slaves gets a night off. So we can ride the rides, fill up on sodas, funnel cakes, popcorn. And we sure ain’t allowed to slip into the beer tent and sit at the bar for a drink.

It’s about none of that. It’s all about your owner showing you off.
Like Boss dressing up like Cornel Sanders and harnessing me, Arlene and Darlene together as a team to pull him around as he rides on his buggy like some big shot.

People cheered us on for shit like that. And the children loved pony girls.
I’d hear some girl yell out.

“ I can’t wait until I grow up! So I can be a pony girl to! “

I doubt seriously she understands what it means to be a naked slave, but that was always a fun line to hear.

Then they put us on stage for a beauty pageant. I stood there smiling and waving with my perky tits and freshly shaved cunt.
I won first place lots of times and got to travel the state competitions for Mississippis hottest slave.
I may have been Queen of the Delta with my crown sash and flowers, but top slave of the state?

Oh no that turned out to be a real shit show. We had to be graded for that one and the grader got bribed, holding me back at Select while some other slave gets Prime Plus. At this level it gets real dirty and political.
When big money starts flowing in to back the so called preferred slave.

“ My slave is hotter than your slave! “

“ No my slave is better! “

The bickering will lead to a fight, then an all out brawl.

It ends up just like an election. Where everyone is a crook and the whole system is rigged.
And of course it’s rigged against me as always.

But as I think back on events like this I believe this was there way of that era of preparing us for the auction block.

As I moved on that night to meet the man of my dreams I never expected the fairy tale I was fixing to live.

We just laid eyes on one another across a noisy smoky pool hall. He comes to me introducing himself like a gentleman should.
I told him my name and we walked out together. I walked barefoot close to his side, he slipped his arm into mine as we were a couple.

At a nearby diner we sat at a table in the back. Waitress handed us menus. I pretended to be studying mine.

When asked I told him I’d have the same as he was.
I didn’t want to admit that I didn’t know how to read.

So I ended up having my first cheese burger, French fries and a Coca Cola.

“ Wow! This is good! “
I said with excitement.

He gave me kind of a funny look.
But it really was good. I mean when all you’ve ever eaten is kibble or feed. And drank nasty well water or creek water. This was a real treat.

We talked for hours. Or more or less I let him talk. His name was Red Jones. He was a young Marine at home on leave.
I learned later after meeting his mother his given name was Richard but everyone called him Red because of his red hair.

We closed the diner down and Red walked me to his truck offering me a ride home.
Nervousness comes over me hard and fast. I had to make a decision on what to say. He’d been so good to me that evening the only option I had was to tell him the truth.

“ I don’t have a home. “
I told him before looking around making sure no one else was around. I then turned my back towards him and lifted my dress, showing him my branded ass.

He knew what the brand meant and he knew I wouldn’t be safe there.

“ You have a home now. “
He said as he opened the passenger side door to his truck.
I climbed in and he shuts it.

You have a home home now were the most loving words I’d ever heard. It was the first time in my life that I’d feel safe. And it was the first time in my life I felt loved and it felt wonderful!

Though I had no idea where we were going. Like most places in Mississippi it was rural or out in the country lots of woods, fields and what not.

I also was relieved that the drive was long, long enough that the hounds couldn’t pick up my scent. So far I’d lucked out.
Boss ain’t missed me. Like I’d said earlier I’d been licking in the loft of the barn. And sometimes I think he’d just forget about me being out there.

“ I’m gonna take you to meet and stay with my sister Cheryl and her husband Jack. Tomorrow I’ll take you to meet my parents. “

“ Where do you stay? “

“ I stay with my parents. “

“ But I want to stay with you. “

“ You can’t at my parents house they sort of old fashioned and wouldn’t put up with me bringing girl home to spend the night. “

“ I want to spend a lot longer than just the night. “

“ Don’t worry you will. When I promised you a home I meant it. “

He starts slowing down and drove into a parking lot of a closed gas station.

“ I need to call Cheryl and tell her we’re coming. They probably all ready asleep. “

I didn’t know exactly what time it was, I knew it was late into the night. Telling time by a clock or watch wasn’t in my skill set either. In a slaves life time doesn’t matter you work during the day. You sleep at night. But late into the night I knew but still a good bit of time before daybreak. Rooster crows near or at daybreak and I wasn’t hearing any of that where I was sitting at the moment.

I watched Red make a phone call from a pay phone outside the gas station. He was to far away so I couldn’t hear his half of the conversation. It seemed short though which was a relief.

He quickly returned to the truck saying that everything was okay.

“ It ain’t far probably another 15 minutes. “

Again I had no idea the time frame of 15 minutes so I just nodded in agreement with whatever he said.

“ What does Cheryl and Jack do? “
I asked curiously.

“ Cheryls been going to school to obtain a real estate license. And Jack works for a construction company. “

“ Do they own slaves? “

“ No “

“ Why not? “
I just had to ask cause coming from a slaves background I assume everyone owns slaves.

“ They really don’t have anything to do that they need slaves for. “

“ How about your parents? “

“ They farmers. “

“ They don’t farm slaves? “

When I phrased it that way Red knew of the kind of farm I’d came from.

“ No daddy all ways said there wasn’t no money in raising slaves. “

“ Why not? “

“ He always said it was just a racket at the farmers level. Plus you got the expense of feeding them and they all ways running off and causing problems for everybody else that lives around them. He believed it was just to many headaches in it. “

“ What does he farm? “

“ Sweet potatoes, soybeans. He’s got some cattle to. “

“ And he don’t need slaves for that? “

“ No he’s got equipment for that. “

“ What about when momma cow gets pregnant? Who pulls the calf? “

“ He calls the vet. Do you know how to pull calves? “

“ Oh yeah. “

“ I’ll keep that in mind for future reference. “

He drove into the driveway the lights were on inside and out.

“ Wow! They can afford electricity? “
I said to myself as I analyzed what I could see of the outside of there house.

The house was built of brick. It looked bigger than the house or shack that I was from. But it wasn’t huge either. I’d describe it small and cozy. It had shrubbery around it and fragrant flowers grew from some pots on the front porch.

A woman opened the door and stepped out onto the porch. She was somewhat small like me. She wore a fluffy comfortable robe, and probably nothing else. Her hair long and red. Not as long as mine but it had style modern style like somebody that goes regularly to a beauty shop.
She had skin of ivory like mine but hers was flawless and beautiful, where mine was scarred, tough and Calais’d. Her fingernails were long manicured and painted red.
Her feet were bare and her toenails were painted red also.

“ You must be Deborah?…My name is Cheryl. “
She said introducing herself.

“ Yes mam. “
I said shyly to her.

“ You don’t have to call me mam. Call me Cheryl. Your a friend of Reds you can be a friend of mine to. “

She stands back away from the doorway gesturing me to walk inside.

“ Make yourself at home. I’m gonna talk to Red in private. “
Cheryl said as she closed the front door.

I walked inside taking in how beautiful there house was. They had furniture with painted walls and pictures on them. The carpeted floor felt good to my bare feet.
I sat for the first time onto a soft comfortable couch.

I could see into the kitchen it had real appliances. Refrigerator, electric stove and even a dishwasher. Everything was clean and neat, not cluttered and trashy. All the plates, pots and pans had their own places inside cabinets.

I was startled by a noise I heard from behind a door, later I found out it was the sound of a toilet flushing.

“ Yes!….People really have indoor plumbing? “

That I never experienced before. We had an outhouse at the farm. Which Boss always referred to as the shit house.

I then heard water running for a few moments. Then the door opens I jumped slightly in shock at just the size of the man that walked out. He had to duck his head to fit under the door frame.

“ I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. My name is Jack…I’m Cheryl’s husband. “

He said he was her husband but as he walked from the bathroom he was nothing short of being slave naked.
That kind of surprised me. I didn’t know free married men just casually walked around in the buff. I mean I was used to seeing naked girls. Naked guys I’ve seen was only in brother Jeb’s fuck books.

I’m glad he was slave naked though. I got so turned on seeing a confident well built and handsome. He had black hair long but not to long. He had a full but well groomed beard. He had broad shoulders and. Strong back. On one of his forearms he had a tattoo it was a USMC. He like Red was a Marine but was obviously all ready out. He and Cheryl were obviously a little bit older than me and Red was.

But what really surprised me was the size of his fucking cock. It was long enough to hang way down his thigh. And was thick also. And it wasn’t even hard, no telling how big that thing got when it got big.

“ My God! That thing would kill me? “
I thought as I wondered how Cheryl could handle such a thing. I mean she wasn’t a big woman. From what I’d seen moments before.

I did though discover that men don’t shave much. Jack was one hairy man. Hairy back, chest legs and ass along with his crotch.
It’s interesting that they demand that slave girls shave everything but men can just let there shit grow wild.

He walks to the refrigerator.

“ You want a Coke? “

“ Sure “

He brings 2 from the refrigerator. Sits them on the cabinet opens a drawer for a bottle opener, opens them and brings me mine.

I gladly took it from his hand and took a drink. Loving the taste of it. It sort of perked me up also. Since I’d been up so long, usually I slept at night time so I was really getting tired.

Jack sat across from me at the kitchen table and offered me a cigarette. It was from a green pack and had a filter.
That sort of puzzled me because anytime I had ever smoked before it was filter less or one Boss rolled himself.

I seen that Jack put the filtered end to his lips, so I did the same. He actually had a cigarette lighter which he lit his, and handed the lighter to me. I’d never seen one of these. And didn’t know how to work it.
Jack watched me and could tell I didn’t know how to make it work.

“ Let me show you. “
He gently took it from my trembling hand and used his thumb sliding it across this little roller thing and push down a button. And the flame comes up.

“ Now you try it. “
He handed the lighter back to me.
I did as he showed me and lit my cigarette.

I inhaled the cigarette it was strong but not harsh like a filter less one was. It had a minty like taste to it, that I soon figured out was called menthol.

I had so many things to learn. I felt much like a child not knowing anything of how people function in this wonderful world of being free.

Though Jack was huge and intimidating looking. He like Red didn’t seem to come off that way. Which was a pleasant surprise to me. I was under the impression that all men were like Boss and the men that he was around. Which was cocky, arrogant, hateful and just downright mean.

As me and Jack sat at the table there was a different conversation going on outside on the porch.

“ Red?…Where in the world did you find that girl???”

“ At the pool hall. “

“ Momma always said you don’t need to be hanging out in pool halls or them joints! “

“ She wasn’t hanging out. She just came in and we sort of found each other. “

“ Did you see the condition of her hands and feet? The girl has slave written all over her! “

“ That’s what she is. “

“ You know that for sure? “

“ Yep she showed me her brand. “

“ Where was her brand? “

“ On her ass. “

“ Oh my God! Red what are you gonna do with her?…They are gonna be looking for her! And we can get in big time trouble helping her! “

Cheryl was definitely worried about that. She was a pretty woman and knew they’d love to sell her if she’d ever fell into one of there traps.
Such as breaking the law by helping a runaway slave.

“ I’m gonna take her to California with me. “

“ You live on a base with a bunch of men! Where is she gonna live? “

“ With me I’m gonna marry her. “

“ Are you crazy?…You just met her? “

“ Cheryl she needs our help!…She don’t want to be a slave no more! “

“ Red slaves are slaves because they are slaves. They don’t choose to be slaves. “

“ They do in California. It’s sort of a contract type of arrangement. “

“ Now that’s just crazy! But all that crazy stupid shit all ways starts in California. “

“ You don’t think they’ll look for her in California? “

“ What do you think? “

“ I doubt it! At least not in the condition she’s in. “

Red takes his billfold out and gives Cheryl almost all the cash he’s got.

“ Take her into town and buy her whatever you think she needs to get by. “

“ I’m not taking her into town around here. Them hounds will be on to her fast. I can smell her slave stink right through her dress.
She’s getting a bath first thing then I’ll take her to the beauty shop and buy her some clothes probably tomorrow I’ll take her to Memphis to do that. Hopefully being across the state line she’ll be safe there long enough to get them things done. “

“ I’m gonna have to get home. Them roosters be crowing soon. Then I got to explain all this to momma and daddy. “

“ Yeah good luck with that conversation! “

Cheryl sighs as she walks back into the house.

From inside I heard Reds truck crank and he drove off.

That kind of scared me. I mean he didn’t even say goodnight or bye or anything.

“ Where is Red going? “

“ Reds gonna have a very uncomfortable conversation with your fixing to be in-laws “

“ What’s that mean? “

“ That means he’s gonna marry you. “

“ He is?…But he’s not even asked me yet? “

“ Just make sure you say yes when he does. “

She looks at Jack who was finishing up his Coke and cigarette.

“ You ain’t got no clothes on?…Get!…Get…Get! Into the bedroom now! “

As he got up from his chair I noticed he wasn’t limp no more. His cock stuck straight out from his body it had a nice bounce to it.
I was amused at how feisty she was as she obviously playfully pushed him back into the bedroom and closed the door.

“ Now you come with me! “

She marched me straight into the bathroom. It had tiled floor and tiled walls around the tub and shower.
She closed the drain of the tub off, then turned on the hot water and just a little cold.

“ Take off that dress! And where did you get it? “

“ From someone’s cloths line behind there house.”

“ You can’t wear that anymore somebody will be looking for it! “

I took off my dress with my back to Cheryl.

In the reflection of the looking glass above the sink I saw the horrific look on her face when she saw my scarred back and my hideous looking brand.

“ Oh my God child! What in the world have you been through? “
She said as her fingers examined my back. I could see tears welling up in her eyes flowing down her cheeks, as she spun me around hugging me tightly to her breasts.

We break down crying together.

I knew then I had her as a friend for life. There was no way she’d do anything that put me in harms way.

She pulls away from me wiping her eyes.

“ Get into the tub. “

From a cabinet she pulls out a bag of Epson salt and poured it into the tub.

“ Wow! That is one clean looking kitty you got going down there. “
She pointed out looking down at my crotch.

“ Do you not shave yours? “
I asked her curiously.

“ Not to that extreme. “

She opened her robe and showed me. Her red bush was trimmed from around her cunt. In a way it had a kind of triangle shape to it.

“ I guess free women are free to grow hair there?”

“ Of course that’s a woman’s choice. I’m kind of impressed with yours though. What you shave down there with? “

“ Momma shaved us down with a straight razor. “

“ My hands ain’t steady enough for that. So I can’t help you there. “

She did though pick up her double edged razor from the side of the tub. And put a new blade in it.
She handed it to me.

“ You can use mine for now. I’ll get you one at the store later. “

She then brought out all kinds of soaps, shampoos conditioners. Along with a box of Mr. Bubbles stuff and emptied it into the tub.

“ Now wash everything. “
She said sort of in a way she was supervising me.
I guess she didn’t think I knew how to take a bath.
After washing everything then shaving my legs, under my arms and even what she referred to as my kitty. Even though it didn’t need it quite yet.

I thought then I was finished as she pushed the lever down that opens the drain.

I get up as the tub drains, and start to get out.

“ No you ain’t finished yet! You need a shower. Use the bottles of shampoo and conditioner and wash your hair. “

From another control she turned on the shower head and hot and cold water again, then slid the glass door shut.

I’d never had a shower before but I sure was liking it.

“ Was the bath not good enough? “

“ No your sitting in your own filth. Bath first then shower. “

“ How many times a week do you suppose to do this? “

“ You do it every day! “

“ Every day? That’s a little much ain’t it? “

“ No not unless you want the hounds to pick up on your slave stink. “

From then on I took a bath and shower every day.

Cheryl left the room for a moment and returned with some fluffy towels and a long night shirt.

“ We wear clothes to bed? “

“ Yes we wear clothes to bed. “

“ But your not wearing clothes under that? “
She pointed to Cheryl’s robe.

“ That’s cause me and Jack were doing it when Red called. “

“ I guess I interrupted something? “

“ You think? “
She said with sarcasm.

“ I’m sorry. “
I said as I put on the gown.

Cheryl took it upon herself to comb through my wet hair. It was all the way below my waste.

“ Have you ever had your haircut or styled? “

“ No “

“ We’re gonna get you one. This long hair has got to go. “

“ But I like my hair. “

“ Yeah but we got to change your look. “

We then go into the living room. By then it was getting daylight outside.
Cheryl turned on the Tv. And the morning news was on. And the top story was about a runaway slave that was on the loose.

News girl was interviewing momma.

“ Please Deb if you hear me. Just come back! We love you! “

Her and boss hugged and cried. I saw Jeb and all my slave sisters crying.

The entire look was bad and obviously rehearsed. It looked as bad as those idiots that the news people find when the trailer park gets blown away.

But for the authorities it was all hands on deck. They took runaway slaves seriously. They had the dogs out with nets, ropes and leashes. On horseback they were combing the country side looking for me. They had rifles with slave shot loaded in them. That’s a non lethal bullet of a thing that just knocks the slave out so they can capture her.

“ I think it’s time for a nap. “
Cheryl said getting up from the couch.
She led me to there extra bedroom. Then turned down the covers, then closed the drapes blocking out the sun. With the exception of covering the air conditioner, which she turned on.

I got into bed and she covered me up.

“ Get some rest I’ll check on you after while. “

I thought this was really great! I’ve never had my own room or a real bed. And this thing blowing this cool air onto me feels wonderful.
I’m wondering though since it’s daylight does everyone that lives free sleep during the day?

Hours later I wake up feeling my toenails digging into the sheets. That’s really annoying me. So I uncovered myself sitting on the bed I did what I always did. I grabbed my ankle and pulled my right foot up to my mouth and started chewing my toenails off.

Bedroom door swings open and Cheryl was there looking with another shocked look on her face.
She holds her right hand up.

“ Please tell me I’m not seeing what I just saw? “

“ What do you mean? “

“ What I mean is you are not a wild animal! You are a woman!…And women do not chew on their toes! “

“ But they are getting to long? “

Cheryl sighs showing me her hands and finger nails compared to mine.
By this time she was dressed and pulled her foot from her shoe.

“ Now look at my hands and feet and look at yours!…You got man hands and cave girl feet! “

“ Man hands? “

“ Yes there rough and Calais’ed. Your feet are the same, and that’s not gonna cut it!
No more going barefoot outside! “

“ Yeah but I like going barefoot. “

She just ignored the complaints and left the room for a moment then returned with a bottle of lotion.

“ Take this and rub it into your skin. Hands feet, legs and arms. You can put it on your face to. Hopefully it will help soften up your skin. “

“ What’s cave girl feet? “

“ Never mind that. “

She then took a measuring tape and measured my foot, and wrote down a number 6.

“ Now raise your shirt. I got to measure you. “

She puts the tape around my body first. Then around each one of my breasts.

“ Okay I think you’re between a 34 and a 36 C. “

“ What’s that mean? “

“ That means I’m going to go buy you a bra. “

“ What’s that? “

Cheryl sighs and unbuttoned her blouse, showing me her bra.

“ It holds everything up and in place. A woman never goes out in public without it!
Now I’m gonna go out to the store, and pick some things up for you. “

“ I thought we were going to go together? “

“ I think your need to stay out of sight right now. So stay inside and don’t go outside. Red called and said he’s on his way over. “

“ I think I’ll meditate for a little bit. While I’m alone. “

“ What’s that mean? “

I didn’t answer the question I didn’t really know how to put it in words. I just got off the bed, took off the shirt so I’d be slave naked. I knelt in the floor knees wide apart back straight tits out and head bowed, with my hands resting on my thighs palms up of course.

Cheryl just stared at me for a minute as if I was crazy.
She doesn’t understand this. But I’m getting into my inter self, I’m cleaning my mind of all this stress I’m going through. It’s truly relaxing and it clears your head of negativity.

She then leaves the room. Leaving me in peace.

Cheryl grabs her purse and walks outside, as she does that’s when Red drives up.

On the porch she confronts him, wagging finger and shaking head from side to side.

“ Red you gonna owe me big for this! “

“ Why?…What’s wrong?…You need more money? “

“ No the money is not the point. She needs help! I just caught her chewing on her toes! “

“ I had no idea that was even possible? “

“ I couldn’t do it if I tried!…But you need to get her out of here! It was on the news this morning that they are looking for her. “

“ I know that’s what momma and daddy said. “

“ And how did that conversation go? “

“ Not good maybe after you get her all cleaned up and into some decent clothes I’ll take her over to meet them. “

“ Red it’s gonna take more than clothes to fix her! She needs educated! “

“ I know I know! “

“ No Red you don’t know! She needs constant supervision! She’s more animal than she is a woman!…What are you gonna do with her? When you go over seas? “

“ I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. “

“ You better be thinking about it. “

“ Okay what’s she doing now? “

“ She says she’s meditating. She took off her shirt so she’s naked. And she’s kneeling like this. “

Cheryl demonstrates the position Debs in for Red.

“ Cheryl don’t knock her for that. That’s a good thing! “

“ How’s that? Do the Marines do it? “

“ Not that I’m aware of, but that don’t mean there ain’t some that do.
But I have heard of that. “

“ She does have good posture. Speaking of back have you seen her back? “

“ No what’s wrong with her back? “

Cheryl sighs.

“ Red she’s been beat. “

“ She’s been a slave, slaves get whipped. “

“ No Red this ain’t just getting whipped. She’s been beat! I’m taking Biblical cat of mine tails type of shit. Just prepare yourself and don’t fly off the handle and scare her.

In the meantime I got this growing list going. I’m sure I won’t get everything she needs but I’ll try to get her enough to get started with.

Jack went to work. So it’s just gonna be you and her. “

Red liked hearing that cause he needed more time to get to know her on a personal level.

True Red needed more time to get to know her. But he was for sure disturbed by what Cheryl told him.

At the time I was into my meditation when I heard the front door slam.
It was Red I could hear him pacing the floor. I could sense he was mad.

I didn’t know that she would tell, but she obviously did. I jumped in fear as his fist went through the Sheetrock wall.

I heard a loud sigh, then he opened the liquor cabinet pours himself a drink. But then turned up the bottle guzzling it.

I then heard the bottle shatter against the brick fireplace.
That was followed by the front door opening and slamming shut.

“ Oh God please No! “
I beg hoping the next sound I hear is not his truck cranking and speeding away.

He stayed outside for what felt like an eternity.

Then the front door opens and closes normally.
He’s more calm not at peace but calm.
The bedroom door opens he looks down at me and smiles.

I look up at him from my bowed position then smile and address him as Master.

He reached down for my hands, pulling me to my feet. I threw my arms around him, he does the same to me.

I feel his eyes looking down my scarred back. I feel the rage building within him.
I hold him tightly against me. No way will I let him go.

I feel his jaw clenched against my face, his warm hands rub my back.

He’s had one deployment already behind him. He knows the horrors of war and what men do to one another in war. Now he’s looking down my back at what a son of a bitch has done to the woman he loves.

A quote from a Tv show I watched comes to mind that sums up this situation pretty good.

“ There is what’s just….And then there is the law! They are two totally different things. “

Yes justice would be for me to let him go in this raged state. So he can murder the son of a bitch that did this to me.

But in doing so he’d be throwing both of our lives away cause the law will send him to prison and me back to being a slave.

The tension within him breaks. I release my hold onto him. Looking at him I see tears flowing down his face.

“ Never refer to me as your master. In my eyes you are a free woman to choose your destiny.
I have no desire to own a slave. But I have great desire to have a wife to share my life with. “

He then knelt before me, taking my hands into his. Then looks me in the eyes.

“ Debrah Parker will you be my wife? “

We hadn’t even known one another for even 24 hours yet. But without hesitation I said yes. I’d never felt the way I was feeling right then.

He got to his feet we embraced Again kissing passionately. I helped him out of his clothes to where he was slave naked as I was.

We fell back onto the bed together.
He may have not desired me as a slave but he fucked me like he owned me, and it felt awesome! I had back to back orgasms that just kept coming. Then I felt his hot seed flowing into my womb our bodies quivering together until we both collapsed from our climax. And I fell asleep in his arms.

I awoke many hours later, with the urgency that nature was calling.
Yeah my first cheeseburger, French fries and Coca Colas wasn’t agreeing with my system very well.

So I gently pried myself from Reds arms to not wake him. I remained slave naked as I exited the bedroom, only to hear.

“ Hey!…Hey…Hey!…Why are you naked? You’re not to go naked! If somebody recognizes you we all gonna be in trouble! “
Cheryl yells at me.

“ I’m sorry I just needed to use the inside outhouse. “

“ We call it the bathroom. “

She comes towards me and stops at the bedroom looking in she sees Red laying across the bed naked.
She closes the door looks back at me and smiles.

“ Okay you get a pass this time. “

“ He asked me to marry him. “

“ And what did you say? “

“ I said yes! “

“ Congratulations! We gonna be sister in laws “

We then hugged.

“ Is it okay if I take another shower? I feel a little used. “

“ Of course you can. And you don’t have to ask to use the shower take one whenever you need it. Do you need any help? “

“ No I’ll try to figure it out. “

“ Okay when you finish I got you some clothes and things. “

“ Oh wow! Thank you! “

I made my way into the bathroom and sat on the toilet.
This was so nice it’s round, smooth and contoured perfectly to your rear end. As I emptied out my bowels I just soaked in the room. Feeling the cool air blowing from the vent, seeing the sunlight lighting the room from the window above. The cool smooth tiles felt good to my bare feet.

Then there is this neat little roll of paper stuff on a spool of a thing mounted to the wall.

I’m gonna take a wild guess that this is what I wipe with?

The outhouse didn’t have all this. It had a rough wood square toilet that gave you splinters. You sit down and get stung by yellow jackets. Or possibly snake bit by a snake curled up down in the hole. There was always spiders, mosquitoes and annoying huge black flies.

We had a phone book to wipe with but we didn’t have a phone. Or a Sears and Roebuck catalog Christmas wish book. So we can look at all the neat things that rich people have. When I asked about stuff from the book I was told.

“ Slaves don’t get stuff! “

That was always depressing to me.

I then tore off some paper and wiped myself. Then wondered what to do with it.

“ Cheryl what do I do with the paper? “

“ Throw it in the toilet. Push down the little lever and flush it. “

I did as she said and watched the water, paper and my poop go round round and round then it went away.

Now that was neat! My cheese burger fries and Coke went bye bye.

Then it was time to conquer the shower. Knob on the left turned hot water on knob on the right turned on cold water.

I’m really liking these things. I get all clean and feel good. I again shampoo and condition my hair. I discovered this makes my hair soft and shiny.

I rinse and turn everything off, dry off comb my wet hair and go find Cheryl.

She’s got bags of stuff. This is exciting! I’ve never had stuff!

“ Okay Deb here is what I got you. “
She lays things out.

A pack of panties, socks and a bra. Then a pull over tee shirt and a pair of jeans and slip on tennis shoes.

She could tell by the look on my face that I was concerned.

“ What’s wrong? “

“ I never saw momma wear this type of stuff. “

“ What did she wear? “

“ She wore something you put around you and buttoned up. “

“ That’s a dress. You want a dress? “

“ Yes “

“ Okay we will go shop for you a dress tomorrow. But go ahead and try these on. “
Cheryl tears open the pack and takes out a pair of panties.

I was pretty skeptical about this, when she handed them to me.

“ Put them on one leg at a time. “

“ But momma didn’t wear this stuff. “

“ These things are called your underwear! You wear them under your clothes. “

“ But why? “
I said arguing with her.

“ Because you supposed to. “

So okay I put them on.

She then brought out that bra. She put it around my waist and showed me how to hook the whatever together. Turned the hook things to my back.

“ Slip your arms through the straps and pull it up.”

I did as she said and she looked it over to see if it was fitting me right.

“ How’s that feel! “

“ It feels stupid!…Momma never wore a bra! “

“ Get used to it! Women in free society wears bras. “

“ What’s free about that?…It don’t sound free! “

“ Those are the rules for women Deb I didn’t create them but we’re expected to live by them. “

I then put on the shirt and pants then Cheryl handed me a pair of socks to put on.

She then brought out those slip on tennis shoes.

“ Momma never wore shoes like that! Those look like boy shoes! “

“ Okay what kind of shoes did your momma wear? “

“ The kind that you’re wearing. “

Cheryl looks down at her feet and then at mine.

“ Have you ever worn shoes before? “

“ No “

“ And you want to wear high heels? “

“ Yes “

“ Okay take your socks back off. “

“ But why? “

“ Because you don’t wear socks with heels! And you don’t wear socks with sandals! It’s a hideous bad look and you don’t want to go there!

Cheryl took off her heels and showed me the difference between the right one and the left one by comparing the shoe to the arch of my foot.

I then sat on the couch and put them on.

“ How they feel? “

“ They feel tight. “

“ your foots bigger than mine. You got cave girl
feet, I got cute little slut feet. “

Hearing that one made me laugh a little.

“ Now stand up and hold on to the wall and make yourself walk. “

I’m stumbling around and wobbling.

“ Keep going you got to get them leg ankle and foot muscles to working right so you can hold yourself up. “

I continue to stumble around while Cheryl goes to her bedroom and returned with a different pair of heels on.

“ Okay watch me walk. “

Cheryl struts across the room swaying her hips back and forth.

She explains as she walks.

“ There is an art to wearing heels. Your body has to flow naturally and it can’t be over played or put on or everyone will know. “

“ Everyone will know what? “

“ That you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing! And that to is a bad look!
As a woman how you look is everything! Your hair, your makeup your nails, your clothes everything has to be right! You dress to impress and when you impress you will have success! “

“ Success at what? “

“ Anything and everything! Never waste a moment to impress someone! That’s a woman’s role in society is to look good and impress!

Also when we go out tomorrow. Pay attention to the black girls! They got the walk down! Just pay attention to them when you see a black woman walk in somewhere you can tell she owns the entire room, everyone is gonna turn and look at her. “

Cheryl demonstrates by swinging that hip to the right placed her hand on her hip, then looks over her right shoulder and smiles big.

“ You got to look confident and sexy, use your body to get what you want in life! “

Wow so much to learn! I had no idea life was gonna be this hard when I ran away.