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The selective service slave part 5

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The selective service slave part 5

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Moms close call

Misty and mom make there way into the processing room.
Where there greeted by Mrs. Lee Ann.

Mrs. Lee Ann is not a pleasant sight. She’s an old rough looking woman. In her early 60’s. Skinny and tall. Flat chested with stringy gray hair. But she’s as tough as nails. And she’s one bitch you don’t want to piss off.

“ My my. Ain’t you fixed up nice. “
She says looking Misty over from head to toe.

“ I expect somebody coming from court to be dressed like you. “

She then leans down, getting in to Misty’s personal space.

“ All the things I’ve heard about you. I’m surprised you ain’t one of the ones that walk in here slave naked. “

Misty didn’t say a word. For sure she was scared to death. Especially looking at the table in front of her. With all those slave controlling tools laying across it. Then of course there was the trash can. With nothing but other peoples clothes in it. That to was an unnerving sight.

Mrs. Lee Ann kind of got between Misty and mom. Keeping Misty by the open doorway. Giving idiot Rex a front row view of Misty’s back side.
And of course he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.

Misty and Rex had been in the same special Ed class together since junior high. Misty and her best friend Shirley were the only two girls in the class with Rex and about four other boys.
So Rex idolized Misty.
He’d been jerking his cock off thinking about her for years.
And even though Rex himself was being enslaved that day. For the most part for simply being a public nuisance. Cause he stunk so damn bad.

For him this might be the best day of his life. Being he’s gonna get to see Misty naked.
And it’s just now discovered that he’s hung. So he’s bull worthy. Despite how damn ugly he is. And how bad he smells. He might even be fixing to get his first piece of pussy. As a bull an enslaved girl can’t deny him. The way all the free girls before would run like Hell to get away from him.

But Mrs. Lee Ann then turned her attention to mom.
Like mom before got the sense she knew Mrs. Lee Ann from somewhere.
Mrs. Lee Ann was feeling the same about mom.

And she damn sure was gonna check her out.

“ Mrs Deb Jones. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. “

Moms quite a well known figure in the area. Lots of people know of her.

Lee Ann extends her hand to moms. They mutually shake hands.

“ My name is Lee Ann. I’m the supervisor of the livestock and slave office.
I’d like to congratulate you. On how you self made yourself mayor of Whorisville back in November. I like your style. That car bombing took out your only opponent. That was well played. “

Politics in slave land is just as brutal as slavery itself.

Though moms not gonna admit to anything like that.
She was confronted with a threat. And she hired somebody to neutralize the threat. Which paved her way into the political world. Her small town mayor job will eventually propel her into a state senator position. Where the real power is at.

“ Her kind don’t belong down here. “
Mom would say. Referring to the yankee biotch that was trying to muscle her way into the world moms trying to create.

Like I said before. At home moms a communist dictator. And in the small town of Whoisville she’ll rule over the people with an iron fist. And in her world there all her slaves.

“ I agree with that 100%. I’m sure the future of Whoisville is in good hands. With you running things like you do. “

Lee Ann kind of looks mom over. Taking notice of that heavy leather coat. And her high heeled boots. Which hid everything else that was underneath.

“ Mrs. Jones ain’t you hot with that coat on? “

“ No I’m kind of cold. You know it’s winter time? “

“ Yeah I know. But it’s winter time in the south. Your all bundled up like your in Wisconsin or something?

You know? You probably didn’t recognize me last Saturday? Out of my uniform and all. But I passed right by you in the frozen food section of the piggly Wiggly. And I swear all you had on was a tee shirt and Daisy Dukes. “

Lee Ann then opened moms coat. And looked at her breasts and then down to her feet.

“ You were also bra less and barefoot? “

Yeah on the weekends. When moms not all fixed up. Or wheeling and dealing millions of dollars worth of real estate deals. She’s quite casual. Less clothes the better.
Clothing is so restrictive you know?

“ Take off the coat. And the boots. “

Lee Ann pulls a chair from under the table. And spins it around so mom would have a comfortable place to sit down.

Misty looks on with concern.

“ Shit! Moms caught! Maybe it’s a good thing? We’ll be together? Maybe she’ll be in the kennel next to mine? That might be cool? “
Misty’s thinking to herself. As mom took off her fine leather coat. Then sat and unzipped and pulled off her sexy boots. Under Mrs. Lee Ann’s watching eyes.

“ Now ain’t you more comfortable? “

Mom nods. As she stands back up.
Lee Ann moves in close. Sniffing mom around her neck.

The nose always knows.
Mrs. Lee Ann has worked in the slaving business a long time. And even though mom doubled up on the deodorant, perfume. Hairspray, makeup. And anything else that a woman can use to make herself smell good. And even through the scent of cigarette and the booze that mom took in the night before. Lee Ann can still smell it.
Moms slave stink.

There’s a difference between a woman that’s hot And a woman’s that slave hot. The slaves pussy has its own unique smell and wetness to it. The slave can fuck like a porn star all day long. Putting the average woman to shame.
The slave has no sense of dignity, shame or morals. She’s a sex machine that can’t never get enough.
And throughout moms adult life. She’s never been able to get enough.

“ How old are you? “

“ 46 “

Wow! For the first time mom gives herself a realistic age. That’s right in line with what her age really is.

“ What’s your birthday? “

“ November 15 1942. “

“ Where were you born? “

“ At home. Doctor from Granada came out to deliver me. So momma said. “

Mom had been rehearsing this shit. She knew this day might come.

“ I know you from somewhere? Before your thriving real estate business. Before the Farrah Fawcett hair style. “

She then pushed back moms long feathered winged hair, from her right ear. Looking for that hole big enough to drive a railroad spike through to hold the cattle tag.
Not finding it. She pulls moms lower lip down. Looking for her SIN #. Then she looked under the upper lip. Still not finding nothing.

“ Take off all your clothes. “
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