Charlotte's Arrival

The slave knelt between the stranger's thick, hairy thighs and looked at his exposed cock. She had seen the occasional cock before... well, she had seen two up close. And sucked on both of them. But that was Bobby Granger and Shawn Jarillo, both of whom were sexy boys her own age. This cock belonged to a man who was easily twice her age, thrice her weight, and... she noticed as she leaned into his crotch with her mouth open... somewhat smelly. Apparently, driving a truck in the hot Texas sun for hours on end was a sweaty occupation. Trying not to gag and trying to keep her grossed out expression carefully hidden from the "customer", she took it in her mouth. She didn't quite manage to hide her disgust, but in the end it didn't matter as his protruding beer gut hid her face from him. She could do this, the slave thought. She knew it was going to be part of the deal. When she signed that contract, she knew that she was going to be forced to service a lot of unattractive men over the next two years.

"Oh yeah, baby!" exclaimed Bert as he roughly grabbed her ponytail and crammed her face down onto his smelly pole. "That's it, nothing better than a freshly-enslaved teenage girl. You know what, lady, I used to have your job, shipping slave meat all over the place. Yeah, that was great, slave tips are the best. I have to pay for it now that I have a real job, but man, those were good times! Gotta feed the wife and kids you know, shipping actual cargo pays better 'cuz there's no slave tipping. Unless you want to use a warehouse worker or something. But those are almost always guys and the female ones might as well be guys. I ain't no faggot, no sirree. Man, I bet this slut was a cheerleader. Yeah man, I bet she sucked off the entire football team after every game. Sluts like this, the slave collar is the only uniform they need, but man, yeah, oo, wow, those hot sexy little skirts the cheerleaders wore. Oh yeah, huh! Huh! HUH! Aaaaahgh... oh my, YES! Take it all in your filthy mouth, slutcakes, that's right, that's high-quality golden man seed right there, best of the best!"

Fortunately for the kneeling slave, Bert got so excited watching her being pleasured in the hygiene corral -- and also by the anticipation of his upcoming blowjob - that he didn't last long. UN-fortunately for her, it was far more of a face fuck than a blowjob. The nameless slave girl didn't think that she managed to apply any suction at all before his orgasm. Instead, she was just trying to control the invading cock. She wasn't aware of it, but she did it exactly right. She held her lips in an "O" around his cock and tried to control it with her tongue by pushing it up against the roof of her mouth. His excitement and the tight fit she managed to create with her lips brought him to a climax quickly.

Throughout his self-aggrandizing and profane monologue, Bert retained his grip on the kneeling slave girl's ponytail and simply rammed her head up and down on his cock. Gasping and struggling for breath with her forehead repeatedly impacting the bottom of his beer belly, the slave just tried to keep pace and give him enough pleasure to make him finally stop. It was an awful introduction to slavery, but she was strong and determined to handle anything that slavery threw in her direction. Servicing callous and egotistical men was definitely going to be a significant part of her future for the next two years. Instead of letting her horrified emotions take control over her actions, she decided to treat it like a learning experience. "This is how you please a selfish jerk and make him happy," she thought. "Day one, transaction one. Check the box." The creature clutching her ponytail and ramming her face down over and over again wasn't really a person to her, he was an object, a source of revenue for her owner. Just a thing to please and make it go away. It was a complete reversal of the usual slave narrative, in which the slave is dehumanized and the Master is supreme. No, this creature taking advantage of her vulnerability was most certainly NOT a person. It was an "it", and nothing more.

When the creature's cock began to throb in orgasm, Charlotte was finally able to wrap her lips around the base and form a seal so that she could catch every drop. She swallowed it all as quickly as she could without letting it pass over her tongue. Only the back of her throat was exposed to his oily seed. She knew that most free men expected slave girls to hold their semen in their mouths, ostentatiously savoring it before displaying it for their viewing pleasure while awaiting the command to swallow. But Charlotte just couldn't figure out how to do it at this angle, with her mouth pointed straight down, the wide posture collar holding her neck rigidly in place, and the aggressive ogre ramming her face up and down as he spewed his vile essence into her mouth. So, she did the next best thing she could think of; she swallowed it all as it came out.

"Hah, that's right you dirty little slit," he said, "now show me my load before you swallow it."

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Ernesto

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As an experienced slave handler, Monica knew that the slave had already swallowed the trucker's seed. Instead of tasking the risk if letting him get angry with the slave girl while she was within arm's reach, she violently yanked the slave girl to her feet by the large D-ring on the back of her collar and then guided her a few steps away. Pony collars are very wide and cover the entire throat from clavicle to chin, which made this move possible without harming or choking the slave.

"You paid for a blowjob and you got a blowjob," she said calmly and turned to the other trucker who had averted his eyes and walked a short distance away at the beginning of the Bert's session.

"Next," she said with the bored tone of voice that one might hear at a fast-food joint.

Ernesto turned around with a cheerful smile on his face. Cassie was impressed by his good looks. He reminded her a lot of Shawn Jarillo, who had been Charlotte's prom date this year. The hair was different, but they both had the same Tejano good looks and the same friendly smile.

"What luck! She thought, "Maybe this guy won't be as horrid."

Cassie gave her friend a concerned glance. Charlotte's face had that particular closed-off expression she made when she had been unfairly criticized or insulted. Cassie knew that she was trying not to look hurt. That fat turd said some pretty cruel things to her, and Cassie had been helpless to protect her. Cassie wasn't really upset that Charlotte had been ordered to suck the man's ugly dick. After all, she had voluntarily become a slave and that's what slaves did. No, Cassie was upset that the man thought it would be fun to insult and degrade her in the process. Charlotte didn't deserve that!

While Bert was pulling up his pants, Monica moved the slave a bit further away to give him room.

Ernesto offered Monica a half full bottle of Coke. "Rinse and spit?" he said.

Most men wouldn't have given any thought regarding the slave's feelings about having a stranger's cum coating her tongue, but this one did.

"Why thank you," Monica responded. The slave's hands were still cuffed behind her, so she accepted the bottle and it to her lips. "Slave, open your mouth, and drink," she told her. "Don't swallow, just slosh it around. Good, now over here, bend over, spit in the grass. Well done."

"Hey, that's my spooge she's spitting out!" Bert exclaimed angrily as he finished pulling his pants up. "I want my money back!"

Both Cassie and Monica were about to retort when Ernesto smoothly interjected. "Naw man, she already swallowed it. That means the sale is final. I was just rinsing her mouth out so I don't have to put my dick in your goo. That's gay."

Ernesto's incontrovertible logic stopped Bert's anger in its tracks. "Yeah, man, I guess I never thought of it that way. Good thinkin', ain't nothin' homo 'bout neither one of us."

"Precisely," agreed Ernesto. "Now, if I may have some privacy, I'd like to get some action so we can get back on the road."

"Uh yeah, sure," the big man said as he turned his back on the group and moved off.

Still smiling, Ernesto dropped his trousers and sat on the bench. Cassie immediately noticed that he had a longer, but slightly thinner cock than the first trucker. She also saw that it was almost entirely hairless, with only a few thin pubic hairs surrounding the base.

Monica guided the slave girl back onto her knees between the young man's legs. In the process, she turned to check on the distance between the group and Bert. He had wandered away toward the trucks, smoking a cigarette and looking at his phone. The relentless prairie wind blew a waft of tobacco smoke and diesel exhaust in their direction.

"How long have you been free?" she asked the young man kindly.

He gave her a wry, sad smile. "Six months now, and grateful for every day of it. Do you mind if I give your slave some pointers? I'm an excellent cocksucker. Not by choice, of course, but to survive."

"Sure, we'll give her lessons on pleasing clients once she reaches the ranch, but extra training never hurts."

"Good," Ernesto replied with satisfaction as he reached forward and cupped the kneeling slave's chin in his hand. He gently raised her downcast face to look him in the eyes. "Hi, my name is Ernesto, and I will be your customer today. You're probably wondering how your owner knew that I used to be a slave. That's easy. You see my crotch? Almost no hair at all. It will eventually grow back some day, but I was a slave for three years and I was kept smooth. Some men like their boys hairy, and we had those, too. But I was 'smooth boy'. Three years of using depilatory cream means that the hair might never fully come back. That's why I wanted Bert out of the way. I don't want my partner to know that I was a slave, you understand? He might assume that I was some kind of cocksucker or something. We don't want that, right?"

The slave nodded thoughtfully. It might happen to her as well. She might be forever marked as a former slave just by the simple fact that her pubic hair might never grow back. Right now, she had no body hair whatsoever. Her mother, Angela, had spent serious money on a full waxing at a salon just before her 18th birthday. Although Charlotte hadn't wanted to be slave graded before graduation, Angela didn't give her a choice. She also hadn't told Charlotte that the salon would use depilation cream on her afterwards. Charlotte probably wouldn't be able to grow any body hair for months, if ever. If her mother paid extra for the permanent follicle killing treatment, it would never grow back. The size of the bill and the fact that the salon slaves wouldn't tell her what they were smearing her with had been her first clue that her mother wasn't preparing her for a simple slave grading... Angela was preparing Charlotte for a sale.

There had been other signs as well. Charlotte didn't know exactly what Angela's plans were, but the evidence was all there. Everyone knew the stories about girls who were tricked, trapped, and coerced into long-term or even permanent slavery. Technically, voluntary indentures and debt slavery had a maximum term of seven years, but there were ways around that. Her fear of the unknown and the feelings of utter betrayal toward her mother stampeded Charlotte directly into Boss Monica's arms. Now here she was, naked and on her knees at a highway rest area, giving a stranger a blowjob for money. Money that wasn't even going to her. Charlotte gave him a tentative smile.

"Nice, you have a pretty face and a nice smile," Ernesto said. "I'm going to teach you a few tricks of the trade. You'll probably learn more from the other slaves, but this will give you a good start. The first thing you do is make sure that you are always impressed by your client's amazing penis. It's always amazing and you're always delighted to see it... every time. It's been days since you last saw him, and you have been counting the hours. So, let's try that. Look at my wonderful cock and then look up into my face as though I'm the most generous man in the world for gifting you with this exciting career opportunity."

The slave did just that. She looked down at the erect cock before her, gave it an admiring glance, then looked up at the smiling man on the park bench and gave him a completely unfeigned flirtatious smile. He really was so much nicer and more pleasant than his partner. And he DID look a lot like her prom date, Shawn Jarillo.

"Good, good," Ernesto continued, "now you want to lick it all over. Start with lollipop licks and then go to the balls. Some men like that, some men don't. Just try to figure it out as you go. The reason for the lollipop licks it twofold. One reason is of course to stimulate the shaft and get it ready for what comes next. The other reason is to make it wet. You're coating it with saliva for your next move. Pull your tongue back in your mouth like you're savoring it and coat it with saliva again for your next lick. While you're doing that, try to look at my face as much as possible. As long as the customer can see you gazing adoringly up at him, he will be happy. You need to sell it, make him believe that you really want to be here on your knees worshipping at the altar of the Church of My Amazing Cock. That's right, very good. If he's too horrible or hateful to look at, focus on his nose or the mole on his chin while pretending that his face doesn't even exist. Or you can imagine another person's face over top of his. Do what you have to do to be convincing. Nearly all men think that their own personal cock is a gift from the heavens, so the task is an easy one."

"Nice work," he said encouragingly. "Now, we need to make it wetter, so you're going to go deep and force the head of this thing as far back into your throat as you can without gagging. This will stimulate the saliva glands and make your mouth even wetter. You might do this once or twice and then switch back to licking while gazing upward at your beloved lord and master. Exactly like that. Don't forget to lick your lips to lubricate them before your next step."

"Now that the shaft is wet enough, and you have worked up enough saliva, you want to start the main event. Get as much penis in your mouth as possible and cup your tongue around the underside of my cock, pressing up against the roof of your mouth. Like that, only softer. You have a lot of cocks to suck today and you don't want to tire your tongue out. All you need to do is create just enough friction. Believe me, with practice and experience, you can suck cock almost all day without getting tired. But that takes time, so pace yourself well in the early days. Only you can know what your limits are."

"Good, good, keep bobbing your head up and down like that. Focus on my pleasure, watch my hips move, listen to my moans and sighs so you know when I'm getting close... which is now. Some men's ballsacks crinkle up when they're getting close. You have two choices here. If I'm someone like Bert, you want to speed it up so that he will finish and go away. But if I'm a long-time client that you like, you want to pause, pull back and smile up into my eyes so that I've just seen your smiling face when I cum. That's what brings the good ones back for more. Now finish the job."

Cassie watched in amazement as Ernesto gave the new slave a master class in the art of fellatio. He was a natural born teacher, combining all the best qualities of the various teachers and coaches she had encountered in her school years. She had just never imagined that she would encounter a situation in which coaching and sex would be combined. "I guess it makes sense," she thought, "if someone needs to do something right, then it gets taught. If it gets taught, there must be teachers."

Boss Monica was ALSO impressed and intrigued. The young man was a natural. The HH Ranch's business model relied heavily on a high turnover of young, fresh-faced ponies serving short term voluntary indentures. It was Monica's job to find them and lure them in. But, since most of them were very young, often just out of high school, they were also quite inexperienced. Some clients preferred that, but others didn't. Matching clients' preferences to their ponies' abilities was important. Currently, the ranch relied on on-the-job training and didn't have a structured approach to teaching the art of sex to its ponies. Perhaps that was something that could be improved. Monica decided to approach Ms. Valdez with a proposal and also, give this young man a business card. Even if they didn't need a full time fellatio teacher, she felt that the occasional one-day seminar might be useful.

The kneeling slave went at it with a will, enthusiastically bobbing her head up and down and then slurping, sucking, and swallowing the resulting ejaculate. She was still unable to save and display his semen at this angle, but she didn't think he would mind. Once he was done, she left him gasping and groaning in pleasure as she gently nursed the spent shaft in her mouth.

"Ah! Good, very good pequeña," he sighed. "That was so very good. You'll do well with an attitude like that. Always do your best and hope for the best. It's the only thing that you can do, so do it well."

Monica pulled the slave to her feet as Ernesto rose and buckled up.

"One last thing," Ernesto said to the slave girl, catching her eye, "we use these words interchangeably; 'client' and 'customer', but they are NOT the same thing. A customer is any penis that walks in off the streets. You give them your best and then they go away. But a 'client' is something completely different and far more valuable. A client is person who walks in and asks for YOU specifically. If they're kind and gentle, then they are of great value to you. They are someone who imagines that they have a relationship with you. This is important because it keeps Madame happy, and she is the most important person in the world to you. You do NOT want to be sold and risk falling even farther in life. So, find good clients, make them happy, make them feel special, and your safety will never be in doubt. And you know, maybe the cliente can help you after you get out. I got this job - and it's a good job - through the influence of a longtime client. He knew I was going to be free soon and he made sure that there was a job waiting for me. Switching from free person to slave is hard, it is difficult, but transitioning back to freedom can be even harder without the right support. I can't go back to my family. I can't go back to my old neighborhood. Everyone knows where I've been for the past three years. But, when you're making a new life for yourself afterwards, then every good person you meet on the inside who is willing to help you afterward is a true treasure, never to be forgotten."

He handed the soft drink bottle to Cassie, "Now rinse and spit, and good luck."

With that, he turned and walked away.

"Here, hold the leash for a second," Monica told Cassie as she jogged after him to hand him her business card.

Cassie stood there a bit surprised, holding the leash. The leash around her best friend's neck. She was holding her friend on a leash! What kind of terrible person could do that? Then she remembered that Monica had said that the leash wasn't just to CONTROL the slave, it was also to PROTECT the slave.

With this new perspective in mind, Cassie glared about protectively as she held up the bottle of warm Coke up to the slave's lips. Cassie was in charge of this slave girl, and she was going to protect her!

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Dear Departed

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Monica soon returned. The slave was still spitting out the mouthful of warm Coke.

"All right," Monica said briskly, "time to get this show on the road. Cassie, thanks for your help. No, don't give me the money, you've earned it. You brought my slave to me, you helped me get her lotioned up and assisted me in rewarding her for her good behavior. So the money is yours, put it in your pocket and get a tank of gas and some snacks on the way home. It's almost lunchtime and you're probably famished. Also, you have my business card now. If you're interested in working at the ranch, give me a call. I think you're a natural for it and I guarantee you'll make a lot more money. Heck, the tips alone would be worth more than you're currently getting paid at the neighborhood pool. Plus, there's perks. Nothing better than some good pussy-licking to round out a long day at the ranch. Any questions?"